Why make me feel like an idiot? I cannot understand mathematics easily, I am not as good as Stephanie at linear equations. I do not understand metaphorical mathematical terms, I get confused and have a severe mental block. Get me teary and make me do mathematics that gives me headaches, yeah.

You don't understand how happy your apology made me, Natalia. Keep it up, you're doing well you strong, beautiful girl

You caught it, Natty.

JELLY FRUIT CUPS - THE BEST

Chronological -
Chronology (from Latin chronologia, from Ancient Greek , chronos, "time"; and , '''') is a chronicle or arrangement of events in their order of occurrence in time, "History" such as a timeline. It is also "the determination of the actual temporal sequence of past events".

Go figure?

Steph is altering her room, doing it up and all that.
Biggest fuck off when she asks me what I want to do.

BIG NIGHTS, LATE NIGHTS

You're a pathological liar, I can't believe you. I thought you were my friend, I started to frown upon your name and now you have just lit the fire.
You're a fucking sick bastard.

Darcie is down, best ever.

Did tarot cards with Nada tonight, boy were they scary?

Exactly 13 seconds ago, I have just felt real life, I just had grasp the meaning of life. Oh, how many years I have waited for this moment?

I lied to my parents about my future, I told them I was in a higher subject than I was. I'm sorry, I just want to make you proud.

Period one I have a maths test that determines what maths I get into next year. Oh, let us pray

JUST KEEPIN' IT REAL HOOD MAMA

Day off on Friday, cannot wait.

The best thing about us: I could speak to you days on end, and I am 100% sure we won't run out of things to talk about.

FUCKING LOVE JEFF BUCKLEY

Turn up radio, it's Xavier Rudd.

Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy.

Long early mornings..

AND TO THOSE WHO READ MY BLOG, JUDGE ME ABOUT IT AND THEN POST ANONYMOUS SHIT ON FORMSPRING.
THIS IS NOT JUST WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME OR AROUND ME - QUOTES, READINGS AND VALUABLE, PERSONAL JOKES ARE ON HERE.
YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM.
THIS IS PERSONAL, SENTIMENTAL SHIT OKAY?
IF YOU READ IT; HOW DARE YOU CRITISIZE IT? YOU UNLAWFUL HUMAN BEINGS.

Why not be understanding instead of acting like a 16 year old? You ridiculous cunt.

NATALIA STANOJEVIC I MISS US AND OUR WEED EATING MOMENTS

Motivation does not exist in my life, ever.

Determined to get my nose pierced very soon, that'd be fantastic

Hitting up some Animal Collective... They're pretty fucking weird

GO TO BED PARENTS

We are the one's the carry the guns from a far away land.

MONIQUE AND NATALIA
YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING GREAT

Bad grammar? You're just a shit homosexual with nothing else to whine about.

IS 'PLEASE' A QUESTION OR A DEMAND?

What the fuck is your problem? You self centered, manipulative, arrogant, upmost disrespectful prick. Fuck off out of my life, I have a lot more things to stress about than you in my life. If that's what you're trying to do; make yourself my number one hate, don't be so sour and ignorant about it.
Yes to you dear Ben Notarfrancesco, stop running your mouth to me or about me, little boy.

I am the funniest person I know. I have myself worked out, I guess.

Natty;
'BED TIME, SLEEP TIME WOOHOO'.

Fucking yeah, I hope I dream tonight. I am the most dreamless person I know, how terrible is that? I mean, I can't even drink milk without feeling to vomit.

Ten top things to make life colaborate, for me.
1) Syllables
2) Excellent English
3) Tea, coffee.
4) Cigarettes
5) Friends
6) Knowledge (school)
7) 'Go hard or go home'
8) Opposites
9) Common decency, sense, respect ect.
10) Music and art.

I have this enormous, most defying love for rhythms colaborating. It's got to be, quick minded, slow minded or just hung up. Feel it, bleed it, scream it. It will never come back again, this is your one oppertunity, make it worth it.

I want you to share this moment with me.

I bleed questions and suspicions, although, only about 40% get answered and 30% of them are just bullshit answers.

My dear blog, remind me to post some pictures of my trip to China, Malaysia and Thailand

Tea
And
Cigarettes

Woke up at 3:30a.m., had a shower and went back to bed.

'Oh, I have excluded myself from this conversation without any intentions doing so. God help me.'
'Praise the Lord, bless your little soul.'
'Praise the Virgin Mary, hahahaha as if man, she's a virgin'

Triple J knowledge gets you everywhere. Get amongst it children!

Amatore you have one of the most beautiful souls to exist on this planet. You fucking rock, man.

Bertie Blackman, you soul keeper

And we don't care about the young folks, talking 'bout the young style.

And she tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

I'll shove scissors up your vagina and make a unihole, you know what that is? It is making a hole from your vagina to your anus into one big bloody hole. I'm a doctor, I'm goddamn Dr. Phil, it's quite easy. Now, people dont give a shit if you're white trash; I could cut your tits off right here, right now with a lawn mower and nobody cares... 'Cause I'm Dr. Phil and you're an old piece of dog poo, that's the end of the story. So stop trying to blame me, I'm rich, I do what I want, I've got my own show god damn it, and I am a doctor, I'm a fucking genius. So fuck you and you're little crown bitchin', get over it bitch. Now, let's make love.

I am still waiting for my suspected gay friend to lose his virginity to a woman..

Five hour nap, five hours of pure goodness

Computer art graphics with the big bad Lingy.
Isabella, why steal my nicknames for her? Make up your own, you do have your own brain..

CBF
WITH
SCHOOL

"Does anybody remember laughter?"

A white blank page and a swelling rage.

Billy Childish (born Steven John Hamper, 1 December 1959) is an English artist, painter, author, poet, photographer, film maker, singer and guitarist. He is known for his explicit and prolific work — he has detailed his love life and childhood sexual abuse, notably in his early poetry.

Incredible.

WE DON'T STOP SEARCHING

I wouldn't mind talking to a man with somewhat high intelligence..

My tongue ring fell out at the Moonee Ponds station today, the bottom ball and me with my hawk eyes found the motherfucker, was glorious, was glorious...

Determind to create an enormous art piece behind my television in my loungeroom and another in my room. Determined I tell you!

If I were to be in jail, my cell would be the coolest of the lot

Have to go to school very soon, before mum catches me at home bludging.. Fuck.

Tia Latif, you are amazing. Heck, you've eaten crossaints in France!

McDonald's could go down sooooooooooooo good right now!

The phrase, 'if they jumped off a bridge, would you?' is clearly stating sarcasm and telling you to think for yourself but now they actually do jump off bridges into water

STEREOSONIC 4TH DECEMBER 2010. SUMMADAYZE JAN 1 2011. BIG DAY OUT 2011. SHIT FUCKING YES.

"I don't even trust you the slightest, how could I possibly even imagine having a sort of relationship with you. It's absurd."
"I'm going to change myself"
"What the fuck? Are you out of your mind?"

I care about you that much, I can't even tell you the truth anymore.. I'm sorry.

What? How is it that I am the one that is now upset, concentrating on a panic attack that is building up? Fucking hell.

Hits from the bong, don't you know I'm loco?

I DESERVE YOU TO GET ON YOUR KNEES AND KISS MY FEET.

fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuume

One day, you will fade and nobody will care.
Get over it, that's how it is okay.

CRYSTAL CASTLES

Amatore - my precious amigo, do not fear of others frowning upon your thoughts. You don't live to make other people happy, you live to make yourself happy and by you being happy - those who need you are happy. I need you, I see you unhappy and I feel upmost rude and disgusted in myself for being utterly helpless. You cannot betray yourself, take risks.

Characters from this book, stuck in subconcious, stuck in my memory. This is my childhood memory that I recognise and reminise within when I am solemnly stoned.

Shit house music sounds like a computer fucking up

The beauty of smoking inside and listening to soulful, unknown singers on Youtube; indescribable.

Feelin' a tad starry eyed?

I ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future is comin' on

Steph is so proud herself, she finished a whole bottle of itty bitty, trashy Passion Pop.
Poor girl, doesn't know what life is about..

THUGATHEART

I forced mum in taking me to go buy a 'Pomegranate Berry Nutrient Water'. I now wish she had bought thirty of them. Deva - stated.

"Wow, your shorts are like especially gold today." "Oh, well my mum uses colour safe bleach." "Go Carol!"

I feel something dead inside of me, when someone who practically guides my life tells me I have become more mature.
Translation of; I have lost my muchiness.
This is not supposed to happen!

Sweet oh lucious life, celebrate your dreams. Oh you taste so sweet to me.

I want to know - sorry, I need to know what is wrong, what is up with you? You don't seem okay, somethings wrong. Tell me, I feel helpless, this isn't how it's supposed to be between me and you.

This surface is superficial, decended air has no limitations and only little fundamentals.

"Just drinking tea and rolling cigarettes, that's what I do with my life - drink tea and kill myself slowly, how beautifully derranged is that?"

My most intelligent thoughts are discovered whilst lying in bed.

Why would I want a man? They're all emotionally retarded, egotistical pricks who fuck with your head. They try to control you and make you feel like the whore of Babylon if you wear a mini skirt. I'm an independent girl who wears lipstick because she wants to, not because men find it more attractive. I'm fine being single. I am! Peachy fuckin' creamy.

You know when you've found it there's something I've learned, because you feel it when they take it away.

Nothing unusual and nothing's changed, just a little older, that's all.

Hey, come sit on my wall and read me the story of all. And tell it like you still believe that the end of the century, brings a change for you and me.

So much, in so little time...

Something unusual, something strange. I'm not a miracle. Just another soldier on the road to no where.

We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're wide open. We're spacemen orbiting the earth. The world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're in rhythm. Part of a movement. A movement to escape. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy.

Just been thinking; I shall not consider you fellow boys as friends - just aquaintances.
Hope you have realised how many friends you have lost, pricks.

I am that convinced my wishes do come true. Somebody back me up?

In J. R. R. Tolkien's fictional legendarium, Beleriand was a region in northwestern Middle-earth during the First Age.
How interesting?

If the sky were to suddenly open up, there would be no law, there would be no rules. There would only be you and your memories.

I have to save money for Stereo. This is going to be difficult, guys.

Drawing classes is where I have the upmost best conversations ever existed with the few people I'd thought I would never talk to, let alone fantastic conversations every class.

I think, I am going crazy?

I only blog for rememberance, I wouldn't remember shit otherwise.

WHY BETRAY ME LIKE THAT?

My friends are eachother's fans.

Three years and still counting, my saxophone teacher still owes me $2

I constantly trip balls, with non-existant colours. I swirl my coffee for two seconds and see different shades of green swirling into the middle.
Does this mean something?

How beautiful is this song? Agreed with me.

"I don't believe in passion.. It's too expensive"

“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.” - Ansel Adams

Arrogant prick, you are so!

I need to distract myself because you're on my mind, when you shouldn't be

Bon Iver - How I could compare your voice to raindrops delicately colliding onto a tin roof is utterly inapplicable. You, sweet man, make me feel - oh so commodiously adequate.

Every sound or beep would colaborate; I'd discover music into it and make a wondrous, magical rhythm.
How intellectual of me?

"We should be living how we lived that summer"

No, we should be living how me and you have shared our winter together.

I'm glad my friends respect me that much to blare orchestral music in a taxi.

Classical, jazz, orchestral music when you're high; how admiringly beautiful would it be if you shared this moment with me?

I saw kangaroo's annd seahorses in the clouds, tonight.
I saw a modern cartoon man - smoking and moving like a robot, farther away on the footpath, tonight.
I realised how badly I miss you, tonight.
I drank and smoked with kids I hardly know, tonight.

I'm sorry, I can write anymore.
I'm too stoned.

This took me: 23 minutes to write.
- Wondrous.

One of the best nights I've had in a while.
Although, it was a typical night, I had fun and I do truly miss you.

Faith doesn't make up for what we've lost.

Cleaned, ironed and has the slight scent of Fabulon - wonderful.

Billy Childish; a man with a mustache.

Didn't know gossip existed?
I don't write about shit, I write whatever I feel, I feel whatever I like.
Nothing matters, hence why I don't know why you're on my blog.
It's pretty useless and shit.

Whoever thought we were going to be like this? Whoever thought this was going to happen? Whoever thought we would be doing our weekend rituals how we are?
Not you, not me, not anybody.
This is why life is so sickening.
Breathe it, motherfucker.

I don't have passion, I don't love things nor hate things, I don't have habits. I either like things, or frown upon them. I'm a simple woman, with simple thoughts, that's all.

Gather around people, I'll tell you a story; an eight year long story; about power and pride.

But time is like the ocean,
You can only hold a little in your hands.
So swim before we’re broken,
Before our bones become
black coral on the sand.

What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine, with a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene. I get lost in the night so high I don't want to come down, to face the loss of the good thing that I've found.

"And I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, free falling"

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

We should be living like we lived that summer

Iambic2, woohoo.

Mexican night was a blast.

Tea party on Sunday, boo motherfucking ya.

"What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk?"

"Because both have quills dipped in ink." - David B Jodrey

"My t-shirt says, 'make indigenous poverty history'. My respect for aboriginies has grown thanks to this man; Kev Carmody.
This excludes, scum, chroming, feral aboriginal men that roam around Essendon.

ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA, FLOOR.

Stillest night with city silence

I think it's time to hibernate.

Two days until Friday.. This week of school, draining my life for some unknown reason.

Hey soul sister!

Getting my Radiohead on.

"All I'm good at is snapping necks and cashing cheques." "More like, arranging flower boquets and playing croquet."

"THERE ARE TWO COLOURS IN MY HEAD, WHAT WAS THAT YOU TRIED TO SAY?"

I absolutely adore seeing my friend's happy, nicely shelved, nicely shelved indeed..

Today, I found a friend, in my head.

This. Is. Not. On.

Wait for me, wait for me to show you.

The bare necessities of life.

I need a blooming cigarette!

Pip, we sure do need to get this movie night on the road

I hate dessert, my father's biastic attitude, muzzas and whiney little boys and girls.

One thing that pisses me off; when mum steals my lighters.

Katy Perry is sexy as.

Cigarette and then school; I'm rather excited for school in fact. Although, I haven't done hardly any of the written tasks I have bemeaning to complete for geography. Geography is period one and two this morning, see my dilemma?

How thrilling?

Ha! Don't you love music that can turn your mood around at the click of your fingers?

28: 06: 42: 12
That is when the world will end.

Today I am expecting a long, draining day. God help us all

Next Monday, day off. That is 159 hours, 51 minutes and 41 seconds from now.
I cannot wait, I hate Monday's at school. I'd rather go to school on a Sunday, But at least I get to see my little friends and that in about an hour.

"Here's to a sad moment for both of us"