I'm so up for packing my things and setting off for a care-free and countless number of days. All I'll need is a camera, my now dirty converse (thank you rotw, you did beyond your intended job *thoroughly) and some charm. I'll maybe meet some decent people and from there we'll set off on a further journey. We'll catch the plane that travels furthest and we'll do it for no expense. That's right - we'll "jump" the traiplane (and get away with it. It's not up for debate, this is my dream, sunshine). So we're now in Australia. Nice. We'll have no permanent residence but instead will leave our mark in the many appartments we decide not to settle in but move on from. There'll be four of us. Money not a problem. One of us has to have inherited some wealth, right? And there'll be no drama. Conflicts only witnessed where the tan lines are envious of the now naturally sun-kissed skin. There'll be no worries, nor lonliness, nor regret. No-one's lacking any effort input. There's genuine admiration and respect for one another. Our similarities join like a puzzle should and our differences harmonise just as the boys of the Beatles' voices did.

*Samy wakes from dream*

Shades, sandals and shorts are still all essentials for the suitcase. The check-list at the ready in preparation for our return to what I'll now claim as my home away from home. Sounds swell, huh? Really is. Just this time, I have to set myself up for an (un-permitted) addition.
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my creative side returned to me today. It was present for a couple of tens of minutes. It was nice. And it's really quite needed on this thing. I'll reach out for it some more some time soon.

'Just clap along. Act as if you know the music well. You know the music, you know it.
Jump occasionally. A "wooo" will do every now and then. Wait jump now!
Repeat what the guy tells you to. I want precision with the timing, too.
"Wooo". Jump a little. Dance a little. Clap. "Encore". Applaud'

Nicely done.
Did you breathe in the atmosphere?

The atmopshere that's truely amazing. The best bit, alongside this music of course.

The music that will be added to my itunes shortly...

9 minutes. seven minutes, idiot.

Thought I should justify my lack of real writing on here recently. I just have nothing creative to say. I'm sorry. S'a real bummer though when trying to fill my collection of diaries/journals...

Is perfect whilst I complete the below. Mmmm.

:-)

I browse through sites/flick through magazines' pages to look for beauties as such religiously.

'All Good Things...'

This is probably definitely the wrong audience to refer to The Hills over, kind of like how the kids of Tumblr are with the Twilight Series, but after watching its Finale there's little I can do to control my hands, (that seem to be typing away at an impressive speed). It's similar to how my eyes couldn't hold the tears. That's right, I cried. A lot. Whether or not that have been their intention when collaborating all the clips and music and all that contributes to the too-short twenty minutes, I did cry more than I reckon any of my peers will do. It wasn't solely that it's the end of an era, but the message that was consistent in the episode. That they are so young but feel already like they have to choose their more permanent paths whilst their roomies do so and continue to say how they're 'growing up so fast' seems a little overwhelming. That'll be us in ten years, guys. I don't want to have settled down by then. I will have yet to explore farther distances in the world. I'd barely have even snapped a fraction of the shots I'd like to take in the contrasting climates and scenes and landscapes the Earth has to offer; met not even half of the people I'd be satisfied with meeting; tasted only a little of the foods and drinks developed by different cultures. Considering the characters of the cast too, their crazy and cool lifestyles surely cannot have now faded so much because they are looking to 'really find [themselves]'. Mid-twenties crisis', fuck off will you? You've just murdered a kick-ass show that has been entertainment and dare I say it, some kind of inspiration to me for four approaching five years. Not so much inspiration as just aspiring to have their easy-going lives with a large pay-check being a common-occurrance. I'll truly miss the characters, so while there's the whole 'is she/isn't she?' debate over an "Audrina Show" and Heidi doing some spin-off, I'll just follow them on Twitter. But I'll really miss watching my friends date and grow and play and laugh every Sunday night. Thank you, MTV, you've been a reliable and satisfactory host.

Oh I wish I could pull off a stunning-red lip shade like above.

That buy the other week was such a waste. Full of wishful thinking, really.

Unrealistic thoughts.

I have, and have had for a while now, a pigeon on you.
I wonder, could this pigeon ever become more communal? Better, could he evolve to be an owl?
Could the owl then later develop to become a dove?

This series of events would be so beautiful.


Oh, imagine.


Terms and Conditions apply (don't they always?):
* The word pigeon is really representative of the word crush.
** The same rule applies for the word owl, but allow that one to mean mutual attraction.
*** Then dove can be a meaningful relationship.

Deprived of twenty seconds. So what? they cry. Or so they would if they hadn't chosen to ignore the truth. Only twenty seconds? That's the beauty of it (ignore the contradiction). The beauty being that the twenty seconds could have held another chapter, led to further complications but then a result. A result we'd take. Accept. Later go on to have a pretty picture by a plate. Send it to Caroline. Must send it to Caroline. Perhaps sign it, "thanks for the confidence", like Derek Redmond, the athlete. Thank you for your words, Derek, even if not all appreciated your story. The dream ended though. Twenty seconds cut it short, actually. Lack of understanding is a buggar. Justice was not found.

New setting. Easy this time. It's in the bag. If only enthusiasm and drive was in there too. Could barely collect enough energy to sneeze. It found it's way. Not my passes though. Sorry. We all are. Result was positive, but poor performance. Personally could contribute more; though personally couldn't find the nutrients and power needed. I class this as an upset, don't know about you.