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That is all.

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]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/13132920/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/13132920/ Tue, 29 May 2007 01:33:38 PDT wind that blows up the school dress
horizontal rain (again, up the school dress)
year 12
popcorn that smells like vomit
media com exams
year 12
alison hart
jill
year 12
having to make decisions that affect a person that you love


should i go to japan next year? For a year? And leave everything behind?

]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/11903075/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/11903075/ Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:39:21 PST I am so bored, it is beyond..look im so bored even writing is a struggle.
Did eight hours of work today..although 4 of them were chemistry so it hardly counts.
and as we have NO TV in this household, i was almost driven to distraction by the countless things that i could not do while residing in the socially exempt township of bairnsdale. So i took random photos. And these arent just ordinary photos. Oh no.
See, i went outside to get some inspiration. However, as previously mentioned, Bairndale is a hole. The only thing vaguely interesting in the 12 kilometre radius (not that i explored it, im just approximating) was a dead stick insect. I havent seen a stick insect in AGES. The dull memory of screaming when this stick that i picked up suddenly sprouted legs and started crawling up my hand at the tender age of four(ish) was perhaps the last time i had seen one of the friendly critters. But the story of this stick insect actually made me a little sad. And im not one to get sad. Some say i am an unfeeling bitch with no sense of empathy or pity. They may be right. But yeah, as i was saying, this poor little thing..i found it on our back step..upside down..very dead..i can only guess it got halfway across the concrete, obviously with some inane hope that on the other side of the step is utopia, and expired from the scorching heat (32 degrees). When i came across it, the ants were swarming across its lithe body..and i suppose its the food chain blah blah..but it really annoyed me..so i picked up the stick insect, shook off the ants (Mawrgan), and buried it in the petunia pot. And thus, the story of my life.. littered with the tradgedy of the death of insects.

WHich later on lead me to take many photos of myself..my mum was like "you are so concieted". Again, possibly true, but honestly aside from actually doing my methods homework, i had nothing to do..so take a look at my pics..

]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/11218063/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/11218063/ Thu, 28 Dec 2006 02:03:54 PST My life= fairly good
I love=my friends
my boyfriend=makes me feel...



mluh stay safe luvvies

]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/10589388/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/10589388/ Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:54:24 PST so much has gone on. In everything. I cant even begin to describe where it started where it stopped where i begin where i finish.
But i do know that a certain part of my life is well and truly over. Caput. And im glad..I mean it hurt a bit.
But i couldnt move on while it was lurking in my head..you know?
But..my god im a terrible person. i was about to do something. But i have just decided not to cause its mean and i have no intentions of hurting him more than necessary just because he made the worst mistake of his life...

oh well..
im happy.

i am...

<3 u mei-mei

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I wasnt aware that i was transexual. But i have a member, so what do i know.



I also just realised..
It is a month on wednesday since he broke up with me. Im not over him. What is this?


Ok, documented proof. Its over. Forever. So grow up, go get laid and forget about him, girl.

Shit. Now im talking to myself. Just wen i thought it couldnt get any worse. ]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/9155137/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/9155137/ Fri, 23 Jun 2006 02:50:26 PDT
Maybe because it is Friday, only four days after he tore me into pieces with his declaration that ‘the relationship is stale’. My opinion will most likely change, when I have had time to emotionally and mentally recover. Why does this feel like a brutal onslaught of my mind? I have never felt anything like it. I have never cried so many tears. I haven’t eaten in 72 hours, and I know my body must be craving for sustenance, but I feel no other pain apart from the beast that settles in my belly and creeps through my mind at night. It makes me remember everything…that I will never have again. I regret nothing that I did. Ever. And I never will. But I still feel stupid. I loved him, and he didn’t love me. His problem, you might say. But the rabid creature of self-doubt and deprecation lurks, normally completely dormant in my annoyingly confident being. Why didn’t he love me? I easily bestowed my love on him. Am I not loveable? Is there something wrong with me? It makes me feel ill to the stomach, and I know that although it may leave my brain while watching HOUSE tonight (yay house is on!! New episode looks awesome) I know I will revisit these fears in my head later tonight, as I have the least two nights. Im sure five hours sleep in three days is making this irrationalities become embellished and unreasonable, but I can’t seem to sleep very well. I think my problem is that I don’t want to be his friend. Duh, you say. Ok, im pathetic. He broke up with me, so I hugged him. To make me feel better. I can’t do that! That’s not getting over him! I mean, today he came over, because he wants to resurrect our friendship. I sat there, as he talked meaningless drivel that we normally have no problem in creating, and I sat and pleaded to him in my silent mind voice to just hold my hand. He isn’t going to. EVER AGAIN. I got on the bus to go to sale today, to catch up with the group, and I wanted to hug him goodbye. I wanted those protective arms of his to close about me like a blanket, not unlike they did on Friday, whereupon for the fist time I felt those pure feelings that you hear about in romance novels… i wanted him to hold me forever…trust, comfort, love. Pure unadulterated passion of security and calm. But he felt nothing of this. How did this happen?


How could I sit there, feeling these things, while he sat there uncomfortable and wanting to leave? I feel so, so, so mindlessly ignorant. Im an ignoramus to tother peoples feelings. I was sitting there, so confident that I was in love, and by love I mean reciprocated, because otherwise its not really love, and he was sitting there, holding my vulnerable body in those warm arms, wanting to be somewhere else. Is that why I am crying? Why won’t this stop hurting? I cant talk to anyone. Emma is in Melbourne, possibly my only saviour, and she’s four hundred kilometres away. Ordinarily I would talk to him. But I can’t be what he wants me to be. I can’t look him in the eye without wanting him to touch my face, or cup my freezing hands in his, like we did so many mornings at... ]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8648070/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8648070/ Tue, 02 May 2006 02:31:06 PDT


It is… shit time to call you. Be back in a second. Ok that did not take a second. Rather longer I’d say. Then it was cut short by the demands of my father, which only took 5 minutes to meet. Silly me. I should never have listened to him; I could’ve done it at any time. ANY TIME!!! But I am calm and philosophical about the whole thing, and strive to be a better son… *cough*



Life goes on, and on, and on…. Wow that sounds suicidal. That sentence is a good indication of the mental condition, determined by recent events, of the author, if the author was being sincere. Which I am not. But it conveys in just seven words that the author has had it up to here with that man and his llama in the room upstairs, regrets ever understanding the laws of physics that dictate the end of the universe and doesn’t want to have to admit to his wife that her cooking is even worse than the sex (the sex being comparable to the amount of pleasure derived from kicking in a glass door and getting 30 Star War fanatics to use the force to stitch your lacerations together, all the while being pecked repeatedly in the crotch by a ten foot tall pelican). A man that says that statement is having a really hard time. They are an amazing 7 words…



I am going to bed. Tomorrow I am getting up at an ungodly hour, the word ungodly indicating that at that hour even God is hiding from the impending sense of doom that comes with knowing everything that has been, everything that is and everything that will be. God might even be of the type that says “life goes on, and on, and on….”. Anyway will talk fast so that don’t waste energy needed for sleep. If talk fast is possible on this thing. Going to Melb. Watch Cycling. Should be blast. Have good night.



Well we didn’t watch the cycling. We watched the men’s and women’s triathlons, which were cheaper, and by cheaper I mean free, and were not sold out except for one ticket, cause there were no tickets to sell. Lots of fun… well no, I was bored most the time, and managed to fall into a deep sleep from which I may not have ever returned during the men’s race. I managed to wake only when the fierce fires of Hades licked at my feet and gave me blisters, which was extremely uncomfortable.



At the moment I am watching Video Hits, and these must be all the old music clips. Gosh I hope they are anyway, they are showing pictures of mutated sperm. This is so weird, who designed these videos? I bet they just went into the local mental asylum and offered a free pass out of there in return for the most disturbing video clip ever to enter the chemically imbalanced minds of the patients. This part of the music industry became a violent competition and thousands were killed, as well as thousands of mental patients released into society with no integration, leaving them scared and confused. They took up professions that made them feel comfortable, and became musicians; starting a vicious circle.

Thanks for listening to my insane ranting last night. Well reading it anyway.



Oh god, it’s an old Back Street Boys song. Bye Bye Bye. Ok now I am ready to turn off the T.V. Oh no, I’m mesmerized. Not any more, they just thrust their pelvises at me. That broke the spell. I really wish I didn’t just leave this thing on, or at least change the channel so I can watch something a little less disturbing. Any thing would do. Even Amanda Vanstone. Covered in chocolate mousse. Nothing else. And having it licked of by a thoroughly repulsed David Hasselhoff. Not even that would have a disturbing effect equal to this show. It wouldn’t even come close.



Enough of video hits. You are mentally unstable already and do not need encouragement.



Wednesday will be interesting. So I’ll get to meet all your friends? Or at least the majority? They better be amusing, I don’t want to travel to Sale, of all places, just to see some people with the personality of two planks of wood besotted with each other. I’m sure they don’t, and actually have wonderful and colourful personalities that cry out against the chains of oppression cast by their youth, yearning for a more respected position in society so pe... ]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8208865/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8208865/ Sun, 19 Mar 2006 16:02:31 PST



ahahahahahahahah





]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8151929/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/8151929/ Mon, 13 Mar 2006 17:19:52 PST ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/7890218/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/7890218/ Tue, 14 Feb 2006 02:44:55 PST

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid misinformed beholder a black eye"- Miss Piggy


Thanx em.

I emchan, kateness, roosh, cazzy, erin, loz, thom, emb, courdles, driver, patness, esty, haylz, av, rach, jano, not andrew coz he compares me to his testicles, other andrew sometimes, matty, angus, KT, and everyone else who sits at our table. Probly forgotten sum1.


Happy V Day!!! YAYAYAYAYYAYA

]]> ~silly-ballerina http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/7584427/ http://silly-ballerina.deviantart.com/journal/7584427/ Thu, 12 Jan 2006 15:15:52 PST
Mood: A little freaked out
Listening to: I touch myself
Reading: Sesame Street: Elmo's marriage
Watching: The muppets

It first i was afraid...and im still petrified. I went down the street shopping with court and pat and steven..which was fun..but then it happened.

Collins booksellers (say in ominous tone)
Past the bookshelves, looming overhead, mocking you with their perpetual aura of impending doom..you will find a...

dum dum dum...

Couch.

And on that seemingly welcoming buttocks rester, you will find..

Elmo.

That red thing off sesame street.

Yeah, thats right! And, i just got married to him! (you cant use a conjunction with a comma- cara). There was a ring and everything! And theres photo too!! He can blackmail me ...Who knew Sesame street was full of espionage, lies, and unknown goings on behind closed doors!?
Actually, it would explain alot.
Why grover speaks in that stupid accent...
Why the grouch is grouchy (he's being leant on by the mob after his grandmother laundered funny money in the Sesame street laundromat and then hid it in a bag and put it in the back seat of Big Birds porsche, which he got from some men in long black coats and fedoras, but then big bird was wiped out by the Godfather. Or was the Hugh Hefner? Maybe...omfg! Thats why that green frog, i forget his name, and miss piggy never got together! I bet David Hasselhoff is entwined in the dirty deeds of Sesame street..
Anyway, this bull that i am writing for no apparent reason is probly slowing down your net connection if you havent already logged off, given up hope in human kind, and swallowed the ENTIRE BOTTLE of vitamin c, so i am going to leave...

Does this mean that i am now in 'THE FAMILY'????

Shit. I want a divorce.

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