Consider my day made.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/

This blog is absolutely hysterical.

I can't sleep

I'll never be enough for you, no matter how hard I try, or how much I want you.

So why don't I just leave you, and give up?

Oh wait, that's right, I love you. It's all I ever did, and its not enough.

You're the only one I feel normal around, the only one who can make everything make sense. I've got more people around me know than ever before, but I still feel alone.

All I ever do is chase things, but I'm not chasing anymore. I'm here if you want me,

getchya geek on

johnny was a chemist's son
but johnny is no more
what johnny thought was H2O was H2SO4

backflip

I just got an interview with a modelling agency. heck yes.

I've been without internet for a month, but I blogged in my notebook

Picture this:
Jetstar flight JQ889 makes a sharp bank to the left after takeoff, to head in the opposite direction. I notice a small speck on my window, and my eyes focus on the close up object, rather than the full landscape.
Then I open my eyes. I see the wider picture; the layers and types of cloud, the sun, the rivers, the houses.
I'd like to think that looking at that speck was like my life in mackay, and my broader view, with limitless boundaries represents my new life in Brisbane. It's time to change my life, to clean up my act.
I need to be more proactive, less lazy, more focused on the goals I've set myself.
I've made changes to initialise a fresh start; a clean slate: new hair, different clothes, surrounding myself in different people. I need to focus on the big picture, even when the sun hits the clouds and hurts my eyes. Wish me luck.




I'm in Brisbane now, and I love university, I've finally found a place where I really belong. Living on college makes it hard to just be alone sometimes, but I try to make time for it. On one of my so called philosophy walks, I wondered why the english language is so set in stone. The worlds of Science, Medicine and Technology are constantly evolving, as new developments are made, but our language, not slang but serious formal language, remains the same. There are still things the English language can't account for, and it doesn't look like changing anytime soon, or maybe I just had too many tablets for my cold.

fiammifero

So as of today, I've got red hair, very red.

It is so strange, people started making allowance for me, like they were taking pity of me, or maybe this makes me somehow superior/inferior.

Either way, people give me an encouraging nod, let me go infront of them at akward pedestrian intersections or even just plain gawk at me as they walk past.

It feels so refreshing being so different.

I google-image searched 'ranga' and low and behold, the first result was an Indian chap, oh the dismay; I was hoping for a Summer Heights High reference.

I like skirts with frills on them.

Finding the departure gate for the Virgin Blue flight to Mackay from Brisbane Airport was the easier than tripping over while wearing heels on a cobblestone street. I didn't even need to consult my ticket, because it was so blatently obvious by the attitudes, mannerisms and dress of the slumping tourists at Gate 41 were from Mackay.

Don't get me wrong; Mackay is a beautiful place, I just have a problem with the people who live here.

I went to Southbank for New Years Eve. The whole night, I heard one person swear. I saw around ten dressed ick-ily and didn't see any drunken brawls. Take this situation, minus the community-minded and tolerant Brisbane residents, and replace them with people from Mackay. Result : all hell would have broken loose.

People in Brisbane dress so tastefully and well. They actually pay attention to the style, colour, cut, and look of their clothes, and generally don't turn out looking foul. Why is this never the case in Mackay?

My theory has alot to do with respect. In Brisbane, children are brought up to respect their elders, environment, friends, family, and most of all, themself. In Mackay, everyone simply expects and assumes that no-one else has respect for them, and as a result, we're left with tumbling litter, drunken violence in public and an extremely profitable franchise of Supre.

I don't mean to sound cynical, I don't mean to seem like a snob, but seriously, wake up.