Feel the burn baby.

I have been charged with a stance which, while not entirely healthy, is certainly something I'm best for. I have been charged to keep silent. And this is perhaps the only place I break that charge, in the hopes of perhaps passing what little wisdom I have to what little readers I have. I am not the path to enlightenemnt, but perhaps I'll be allowd to be a step along the way? Perhaps I'm a pavement on the road to hell, who knows.

A while back I talked about a talk I had to do for english. There were a few things I didn't get to say, and one of them was who I actually believed in. Well, for you only, I will answer that question. It's me.
Don't get me wrong, I still quietly despise me. But that's only because I know me. And that doesn't mean I'm all I've got, or that I'm stuck with me. So why not? Why make up figures of worship and blame? I am the only person I can really blame -Even while I blame someone else, I know that I am to blame. It's my life, and I am responsable for it after all. Wether this will stand me in the real world is yet to be tested.
I am not a nice person. I know this. I imagine when people talk behind my back, they talk about me as selfish, mean, distant, cold, airheadded, stupid, probably a whole lot more I can't think of right now... Exessive, aggressive, self-centered, wierd... Alright, yadda yadda. And if they don't, well... They probably don't know me very well. And I don't really mind thinking that they do. I perfer they say it behind my back then say it to my face. Then there's no doubt, and it's sometimes hard to make a come-back to that. But then again, I know I'm all these things. That is who I am. I can't weed out my bad traits and keep only the good ones, I'd have nothing left. No one has the right to change who I am. If they want to do that, they can do it in their own heads. The funny thing about that is people rarely make people better in their own minds. They feel better if other people seem worse then they are. Even better if they can convince other people of the same thing. And yes, maybe there are some people who clash with people around them because they either enjoy it or don't realise that other people think that way about them. I may very well be one of them - I'm starting to believe it. But I'm u8nder the impression that some people actually waste their energy on hating them, and going out of their way to be mean to them. I can't even comprehend this - If you don't like them, what makes you think this will help? Does ormenting someone else make them feel better baout themselves? Do they feel somehow more powerful for torture? It's an odd quirk in humanity. I can think of only a few people I disliked enough to say I may have hated them, but if I did I'm really not sure it would quallify, because I wasn't narky to them and I didn't go out of my way to hurt them. The whole thing seems terribly pathetic to me, and a waste of good energy. Hatred isn't even anger - I get angry, and I shout and rant and hit things, and then I usually cry. I've never started crying because I hated someone so much. At least, I'm pretty sure that was anger and not hate. I'm the only person I really hate, and I certainly dont' go out of my way to hurt me. Usually that happens when I'm in the way.
Unless making me watch horror movies counts. I swear, I must delight in the sick, scared and uncertain feeling I get from half the shows I watch. I'm an idiot, I know.

But what's this got to do with the price of tea in china? That depends.

Until my next scrawling of tweaked wisdom, dance and/or sing. Who cares if you're 'good' or not, just go out and do it. You only have a short time, and then you're dead. You want to miss out on that feeling? Unless you believe in some sort of aftrlife, and then they'll probably dance and sing all the time.

Singing off from Eden.

I am a passenger on the spaceship Earth.
- R. Buckminster Fuller

- posted by Washi @ 4:29 pm 0 comments

 

Will Washi Survive A Pit Match Against Clinton And Bush?

. 0% chance Bush would kill you. . 0% chance Clinton would kill you. . 0% chance he would sexually harass you. . 100% chance you would kill them.

Enter Combat

Hmm, odd. Must be my lack of americanism. Or should that be respect for American persidents?
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There is only one I wll love unconditionally. He is Bramwell. He has brown hair, brown eyes, and ocer the years his nose has been completely worn off. Concidering it was sewn on, that's mighty impressive. Bramwell is my constant, a part of me- anyone who knows me well knows him, and recognises him on sight. And soon, He too will be turning 18. In two days, I will be legal to drink, vote, smoke and join the army. I might concider doing one or two of them.

Either I'm reverting to my pre-teen seriously over-sensitive state, or I'm PMSing something chronic this week. Knowing me, it's a bit of both. I've snapped at my brother and mother, and neither of them listened to me when I tried to tell them to leave me alone. So I started crying. But then Rove started, and that made me happier. I was already adgitated from being on the computer and having to deal with the idea that ANOTHER friend might decline to come to my 18th. I've been crying so much lately that even I want to slap myself and tell me to be a man. Or woman, whatever. It's not alltogether out of character, but I'm disgusted by it. I also rather wish I'd shouted at them or something. At least then they might have got it. No one actually listens to me unless I shout. Then they have to pay attention, because I have my fathers shout. I've heard him shout once, and I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I haven't heard it since, but it's loud and scratchy and inherantly pissed off. Of course, I add my own dying crow to the mix...

Enough about my voice, yes? Perhaps more about my Bramwell? No?

Well then, I have nothing more to say to you. If I'm not dog fodder by then, I shall write later.

"When I'm tired and thinking cold, I hide in my musinc, forget the day..."
~More than a feeling.
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Still hating. And it's now the end of the day, rather then the begining. Even a lot of work turns out to be not all that much in the end.
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I hate me. I really really do. I haven't done anything- I have so much to do, and I haven't really done any of it. So much to work towards, and I find I haven't done anything even getting me close. I can't believe some people wouldn't know what a Transparency is.

My birthday is going to suck. That isn't pessimism, that is realism. If it wasn't so close, I'd try to beg my mother to cancel it again. Hardly anyones coming- not my cousins (well, not my younger cousins), not my step-brothers... At least my uncle will be there. And very few of my school freinds will be there. They probably think it'll be extremly boring, since that's the sort of image I project. I've become highly adapt at it- My homegroup teacher couldn't find a spark of life in me with a gas tank. I practice projecting contempt on him in preparation for real-life - Which, you may note, is that little thing that happens when you move out of home.

Perhaps I need more sleep. Or more iron. It's always the diet.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.

I hate this. Computer computer, and all that jazz. Everything's wierd, the scanners suck- I have to talk about scanners. How would I know? When in my life will I, as a surface dwelling girl, sell scanners to small business people? That's for tall lanky guys who like hardware and enjoy knowing more about things then anyone else.

I'm... Going to go now... Before I say something I'm goign to have to delete later.

"Wriggle"
~You know them.
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It's creeping up slowly...

I'm not used to being quite so aprehensive about my future. Or the future in general. I, like many people, wish that things could be the way they are now forever, but normally I am not terribly fussed by the tides of change. Recently, however, my aprehention has been growing. And it isn't helped by women's magazines, allow me to assure you of that.
My mothers most recent has an article on friendship that partly frightened me and partly made sense. All in all, I will have to keep it to my mind.
Of course, the main cause is that little sheet of papers I've got filled to the brim with numbers for the Uniline Application I plan to put in sometime soon. And possibly Law and Order, which I REALLY shoud stop watching. I can't stomach some of the stories anymore. I'm not entirely certain why- Maybe I'm just terrified of the concept of rape. Or maybe I'm just geting buttery in my old age.

In any case, it is immaterial. Today I plan to by some hair-dye to colour my hair. I want black and purple, or black and blue, but I'm willing to settle for a plum or raven. I like colouring my hair. Nature would have given me purple hair if it was geneticaly possible, I'm sure. I'm SUPPOSED to have purple hair! And purple eyes would be nice. I'd look like cybergirl, only purple.

That used to be a computer pinball game. My favorite, back then. When my cousins would come over we'd either play Pinball with several players or we'd play Scorched Earth. Ah, those were the days. They games are extremly simple, and the graphics are far from fantastic, but they were good to play. They were easy to get the hand of, required skill to master- I remember one of the guys who played cars with my father showed him the game.
I wonder what happened to those people.

The waves do drift, the tides do change, and the force of the moon governs all. Watch the spiders on the curtain, as they weave to fit the pattern they have had determined for them from their birth.

Enough.

"The blood is the life."
~Dracula me puppies, By Bram.
- posted by Washi @ 10:03 am 0 comments

 
One of the more interesting ways to kill time on the internet is to put your name in a search engine and see what comes up. This time, luckilly, I've gotten mostly female replies (Which is nice- having almost all the Erin's out there turn out to be guys with the middle name 'Erin' is disheartening). There is a me at James Fallon High school, Australia, there's a Me who moved here from Canada... Actually, the first site listed is actually me me. My elfwood gallery. And the Me that's an honnours student is pretty cool.
Perhaps last time I didn't have " " Around my name.

Looking up Washi is rather fun too, as Washi is a type of paper. Very light-weight and can be used in decorations and other fun stuff. I like to play with words ^.^ Searcheth not for the Washi, for she is both paper and bird. How very haiku.

This mouse is skitzing on me. I got on a nice computer, but the mouce doesn't seem to agree with the screen. Fair enough, all things concidered. Disabling the left click is mean- all these adds I can't get rid of. Bah!

The clover is out, or whatever else it can be called. I kind of like it. It looks so soft and cushy just lying there. That wasn't the big meaningful spiel I planed.

Bell gone. Later puppy.

"You said life ain't worth living if nobody cares..."
~Take me back, performer unknown.
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I don't like showdown day. It's 7:00, and the men aren't back yet. I'm tired from touring Uni's all day and having the wits swept out from under my feet, I still have physics to finish and then theres that darned hamlet essay laughing at me... Plus next week is bloody devising... Mind you, my friends will be off in Melborne, so school owrk is probably all I'll have to do. And planing tBL, obviously. Waaant plaaan... waaant finish... waaaant... Oh bugga that for a joke.
Which reminds me, I still got 6 more pages of Dragontears to pencil. They're mocking me gosh darnit! ::bemoan::

I wanna hug someone. But I don't want to hug my dad right after a football game. If you can work out why, please tell me. And I don't want to hug my brother, because he's to skinny to hug. So I go hugless again. Please ignore that piece of randomness if you will.

I'm tired again, so i SHOULD NOT BE WRITING!! Damn my recalcetrint heart.

I think the men just got back. Later.

"Been there one time, been there two time, mmmm never goin back again."
~Fleetwood Mac Never goin back
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Today is simply a gorgeous day. Too bad my net connection is being such a total priss.
Driving here (Well, being driven here anyway...) I couldn't help but feel oddly happy. Not euphoric, like two posts down or so, just... Happy. Sustainably so. I feel good, clean, pure and safe. Like bottled water. However, pumping myself full of Yanta isn't helping, allow me to say that.

It's just that time I guess. All the blossums are coming out, for example. The almond tree out the back looks like something from a shojo manga- covered in so many sweet white blossums it looks like it's covered in snow. The pettals around it help that. And the ornamental cherry trees in the area are also blooking. I'm actually happy to think I will walk past them tomorrow on my way to the train station. Yes, tomorow is uni open day, and I intend to approach my Tertiarry education the same way I approach everything else- Mountains of research before I finally make up my mind. Concidering I will probably be a strugling bum most of my life...

But none of that mattes right now, today. I'm not so happy inside- I'm cut off from the air, but computers can't be left outside. It's bad. But it's still there, and that's what's important. I am to understand that I'm not the only one who feels this way- every so often something happens to make you unmistakeably happy.

I have a very vivd memory of me on a bright, springs day. I was going through my wardrobe, checking which clothes still fit and checking to see which ones I could wear with which other ones. The radio was on, playing that song about the poison of summer who's name I don't know. "... I see you walking real slowly, smiling at everyone. I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the poison of summer has gone." That one. And I was extremly happy. Knowing it's a sudden release of chemicals from certain centers to the brain that caused this state of being doesn't diminish it. Although it pisses me off when that chemical is adrenalin or whatever. I can think back on that and remember being happy. I wonder if that's what nostalgia is- the memory of an emotion. How dreary to exist only in the memory of an emotion. And how safe. The memory of fear can cause you to laugh, or remind you that you used to feel real emotions so strongly they took over your entire body. Some people turn away from it, true- they choose only to hold the good emotions. That's probably very smart.

You know, I can't remember pain? I know it's bad, and that I should avoid it, but I can't conjur up a memory of the way it feels. Do you suppose this is a safety device? I can remember the way my hart feels when I'm nervous or exhausted, but not the way it feels to be cut or pierced or grated or anything like that. Perhaps it's just that I've never been hurt badly enough for the feeling of it to stick in my memory. Perhaps people are just wired to forget physical pain.

Which, all in all, is an odd tangent to go off on when talking about being happy because happiness is in the air. Happiness, the memory of happiness, nostalgia- I'm too young to really know what any of these things are. I imagine when I'm older I'll agree with myself- This is hapiness, and may very well be the only hapiness I find throughout my life. I only hope I am permitted to enjoy it- many do not wish for others to be happy if they cannot bear to be happy themselves. I think Life may be one of these people too- I bet she's never happy. She's probably a temprimental bitch too.

I think tonight I'll treat myself to a nice long bath. I think you should all do the same.

"'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong- that's what dreams are made of."
~Van Halen Dreams

- posted by Washi @ 2:09 pm 0 comments

 
k puppies, you can all relax now. World War 2 is now over.
I for one am very relieved. To think World War II could be going on for 50 years and I, born in the tail-end of this war, could not even know it was still going on. What, did germanny collapse or something? Did they just finish paying America back for joining the war? What? Alright, I'll admit- I'm not great at politics.

Thursdays are always strange days for me. So much time, and all of a sudden I can catch up on all that extra work I've been falling behind on. Allowing me to do all new work. Halelulija.

Of course, now I'm stuffed and no longer want to do anything. And I'm sick fro being worn from doing so much. Or possibly from eating two different sorts of very, very rich cake today. I need this weekend.

Sadly, I'm not going to get it. I plan to come here on saturday to do some work for art and then... I don't know, throw up somewhere or whatever. And sunday is ::dum dum DUM:: Uni open day. It's also show-down 12, so I'm absolutely terrified. Likely I'll be able to get up there, but I won't be able to get back untill it's over. Unless I catch a train. And I get lost very easily- I turn the corner off my street and I get lost. So I also need to get a map, so I won't get lost.

Perhaps I'm overly careful. Perhaps I plan things out too much. Perhaps I like to have all the facts so that nothing comes as a shock. Perhaps I just want the only spontanious thing in my life to be... Well, me.

Later.

"Whaddahell?"
~Me. often.
- posted by Washi @ 7:35 pm 0 comments

 
The opnly reason I'm allowing this is because of... That song! ::sighs with giddy content:: Oh yeah.

I'm happy. It occurs to me it may be the first time this week, baring a brief period of happiness on monday. And this is the more contented, zen sort of happiness. And it was induced by a song. That, folks, is the power of music. So please excuse the incoherrence of the next post. Mara!

I am not a big believer in god. But I have the utmost respect for those who do, and I delight in the look that grosses their eyes when someone who really believes what they're saying speaks of something they love. It's like mothers talking about how wonderfull children are. I may nt get it, but I like to see it. But I believe in myself- I immagine I get that look when discussing certain songs, people... who knows.

::sigh::

Given the chance, today I could have found a thousand things to bitch about. Yesterday, perhaps a thousand more. I can't even remember them now- they shrink into obscurity in the wake of a vacant mind. Being an Arihead is a lot better then people make it out to be- At least you're happy. There are things I want to do, things I have to do, decisions to be made- But all will happen in their own good time. Categorise, like the graf says- First, the urgent and important. Then the imporant but not urgent. Then the not so important but urgent and, finally, the unimportant and not urgent. This may mean nothing in the last category gets done. That's life.

I have 8 months, according to Jason. I'm assuming he knows.

::Hugs Iduna Aesir::

Quick, before my good mood fades!

"You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardome"
~Pink Floyd, Shine on you Crazy Diamond. Sid Barrett, I believe ^_^;;
- posted by Washi @ 5:43 pm 0 comments

 
Ah, the joys of approaching impending young adulthood. The exhilleration, the independance, the sheer blinding terror and uncertanty. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

It's getting close to application time, where I have to work out what it is I want to do for the rest of my gods forsaken existence. Pich a uni or TAFE, pick a corse, get the grade for it, blah blah blah... It overloads my poor diminutive brain. Mind you, that's not a terribly difficult thing :Þ

To hell with the clever year 12 student, I can't do any of the stuff we do here at home anyway. I lack the necesarry software. Gosh darned substitute teachers and stuff.

Anyway, I need a brake form earth-shattering decision making thought. I need something monotonous and uninteresting. I think I'll watch tv...

"That's 'Queen of the Universe' to you."
~Mahima.
- posted by Washi @ 3:10 pm 0 comments

 
God hell freekin DAMN!

Alright, my computer at home is old and clunky, but she still gets the job done, and I respect her for that. However, I have an unbelieveable level of trouble staying connected to the god damn internet. In an hour an a halflast night I got disconnected three times. I've bitched at my server, I've bitched at our line installer- But the problem, it seems, is a little of both. You see, I discovered that all the phone lines in the area are piggybacked on each other. So, whenever someone else gets a phone call, I get kicked off the internet.
Can you see the dillema?
So I have a solution- If I drop my modem connection down to 28k rather then 56k, I should be able to stay on.
The problem? What the hell am I gonna be able to do on a freekin 28k connection? I have enough trouble with timeouts, And I only learnt when I upgraded from a 30-odd to a 56 that things didn't have to keep timing out on me. Now I have to go back to something below that? My Site host won't even load up on that! Dam my third rate connection!
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Gosh hell freekin DAMN!
- posted by Washi @ 1:40 pm 0 comments

 
Firstly a correction. Remember that murder that should happen in a church? There was a festival goin' on at the time.

Ever had to stop and ask yourself, in all honesty, what the hell you're actually doing? This state of thought is likely brought on by a state of extrem tiredness. I woke up earlier then usual today, and am staring down the tail end of what is shaping up to be a very long day. I can't even take a nap when I get home from school, because I have a subchapter of homework due tomorrow. And then I hear one of my friends. She does three subjects, because she's doing year 12 over 2 years while I'm only doing it over one. And she's thinking of dropping math this year. Then, when being told to do reviews in our free time, she decides to remark 'what free time'.
And then I suddenly realised why all these people have been telling me year 12 is so hard. It's not because you've got a lot of work to do. It's not the deadlines. It's not the grading. It's the other people in your classes who don't do as much work as you, seek out more help then you, spend less time working then you and are still hailed as the supreme intelects of the area. Bitchy, huh? I'm sure it only bothers me because I'm tired, but I'm begining to wonder what the hell I'm doing. I have no intention of going into a high-paid area of work, No intention of doing anytihng with social skills, very little intention of living past the age of 35... So why exactly am I bothering, when there are so many things I want to do and put off in favour of what I should be doing? I don't go out, I only see people at school- rarely, since most of them don't come anyway, or leave early, and the only person I see outside of school has an unerring ability to make me want to scream and run into wals repeatedly. Or burst into tears and start strangling cats as an externalisation of pent-up frustrations. For someone who can't stand to watch a horror movie I sure tend towards voilence... Probably because people don't listen when you talk.
But then it passes, and I get a snatch of time to recenter and refuel and relax... Personally, I imagine I'm either flying or running. I'm not terribly good at either, but I like just wandering off and not caring if I ever get back. Other people are diferent I understand- they imagine themselves as a bird or on a boat or in a hammoch- It's a neat technique, you should try it sometime.
There is an even better way though. Writing. When you're writing, even if what you're writing is a heap of shinzin, you feel so much better. The words are a therapy. It doesn't need to be related to what makes you mad, it can be pure fiction. It doesn't matter. If you're upset and trying to draw, you usually can't, and you become even more frustrated. Writing doens't seem to matter as much. Just letting it flow.

Enough of this self-indulgent wallowing, yes? Of course.

"People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone"
~The Doors me pallo, the Doors ^_^!
- posted by Washi @ 1:40 pm 0 comments

 
Once, a while ago now, I went on one of those 'school camps'. You know them- you go off, bond with your classmates and give your parents a break, while getting a taste of what must have inspired 'Lord of the Flies'. This particular camp was run by a rather interesting man of polish decent, who took us fossicing for fools gold. It remains one of he great symbolic moments of my life. I remember especially being told not to disturb the lichen onthe rocks, because they were like the rock's hair. If that makes sence.
Anyway, when I'm outside in any sembelence of light, I tend to either squint or, more commonly, close my right eye. It's how I remember which eye Jabari has. I don't know if it's because my left eye has better vision or what... Anyway, I was walking around the 'goldfield' with some wierd pop-eye thing going on, and the camp owner picked up on this. He then proceded to tell me a short fabel in polish, which I don't speak, and was then kind enough to translate for me. It was about a bird who would always walk around with one eye closed. When he was asked to open that eye, he would close the other. He did this because he who wished to live in peace must always keep one eye closed.

I've probably told that story before, but I was reminded of it today while up at Monarto. The same rocks, covered in the same lichen, graced the pathway of our walk, and triggered that memory. Mind you, the place itself triggers many memories.

My Aunt used to live in the monarto area, so I'd go up there for a week or so of my holidays. I loved it, ven though I spent the whole time paranoid about spiders. Every so often we'd take the horses out or walk the distance to the monarto zoo, which was quite substantial concidering they were practically neighbors. There aren't many other houses around out there. Either way, my aunts best friend lived there, and she had twin sons about the same age as my cousins. She used to help run the monarto zoo, and I remember swimming in the dam and watching the boys playing super mario brothers in my younger days. I also remember a giraff skull hanging in the tree.
It's come a long way since then. I don't recognise anything from my child hood there, much the same way as the train station I'd go pigeon hunting on is now gone, and there's now a freekin huge Big W warehouse out in the middle of the field.

The colclusion to this story? My father is now engaged to the old owner (my aunt's friend), and the twins are set to become my step-brothers. I like her ^_^

Things change, places change, even those you wish never wood. The place I lived the longest has changed drastically, from colour to the roses out the front. My parent's first home has changed. My grandmothers old home has changed drastically, and not for the better. Even at this age, I'm saddened by such changes- seeing my childhood paradise become a commercial development, my mothers home become a dope-growing opperation, all that. However, I can't help but feel rather pleased by what's happened to the Monarto zoo. So I guess not all change is bad.

"Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. "
~Dylan Thomas

- posted by Washi @ 9:43 pm 0 comments

 
I keep braking that damn promise not to blog when it's late. But that's when I get all my ideas. Otherwise I just carp on about all this... meaningless stuff. Not that anything REALLY has any meaning, but it helps if you pretend it does.

Someone's loaded a shield pointer onto this computer. I don't like it. I should find a sword pointer to load on. My desktop back home is mostly red, with cursers from a blade kit and the BG picture of Nercomancers mindscape. Note to self, open up wallpaper section for site.

As you all may have noticed, August has started. For many, I understand this is the last month of summer. For me, it is the depth of winter. A time to wear a black cape and sit on the porch, or whatever you happen to have, and think upon the people you've lost over the year and how they have made you better, either by or through their deaths. Of course, having lost no one for a good few years, staying inside with the warm smell of port wafting through the house is just as viable.

I recently had to do an oral for school (I know, it sounds bad huh?) on what I believed. Firstly, it went really badly, and I'm not just saying that to be moddest. Secondly, I discovered afterwards that I was a very unique person. Which rather surprises me, because the onething that prevents me from turning into a quivering ball of paranoid jelly is the knowledge that every one else thinkg pretty much the same way I do. If they don't, then I'm completely lost. It's not a new suggestion- I've been told I understand things better then other people, but since this just means I understand faster that's not a real problem. And I work slower, so it all evens out. While being told that there is no one quite like you is rather nice, people asking if you cause trouble by being able to out talk superiors sounds like they're implying you are, in fact, too smart. Which I know to be false, since I have trouble cooking a simple meal without burning it. I still have some trouble reading things and using the microwave- Until about half way through 'Magician', I really thought that Arutha was named Arthur. It was only when he changed his name TO Arthur that I realised it hand't always been that way. According to my book, it's not an uncommon problem. Many people only skim the information and immediately equate it with a standard they already understand, so they don't get too confused or bogged down in information. That's why reports have to be written so spaced out- so that people are inclined to scan only lines rather then paragraphs. I once burnt a microwave pastry because I thought the part where it said '10 secconds' was actually '10 minutes'. Bad bad bad bad bad.

But then I'm that sort of person. I'd be a mad genious, but I don't have the imagination or the ability to keep track of my enimies. If such exist- I don't know that I talk to enough people to have any real, honnest enimies. I might have a while ago, when there were a lot more people around me. Who knows, I'm a pretty forgetable entity. And a forgetful one.

Do any of you ever wonder about things like that? Maybe your friends thingk you mad, but what exactly is their view of madness? Or are you just honnest?

That's enough of this.

"Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Did you come here to play jesus to the leppers in your head?"
~Carry each other, think. Same song as below.
- posted by Washi @ 3:00 pm 0 comments

 
This just in, this just in- The docco that called adelaide the murder capital? They've apologised. Crisis averted, you can all go back to your lives now.

I'm slow. I kept meaning to get to the AVCONnection website, but I never got around to it (Bad washi! That's a bad, bad washi!)

On the plus side, I know for certain that my necklace says 'long life'. Yay!

Enough.

"Well it's too late tonight to drive the past out into the light."
~U2 I think... That song...
- posted by Washi @ 8:18 pm 0 comments