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Thursday, 20 September 2012
end of days posted at 22:33
There was a deep, guttural roll of thunder Tuesday night - someone was clearing their throat, trying to swallow down the rest of week. Way to go, pathetic fallacy.
First of all, Pebble and Tinker are such beautiful people to write about me like that; honestly, you bring out the best in me (and the mocking, sarcastic side). The term's ended for us whimsical wits, the book-end to the chronicles of Year 11 that have now been shelved and left for the dust of our memories to settle on.

Bittersweet emotions, obviously - this school year's been every raw emotion thrown into a blender and bled together into a concoction with an indefinable colour: A new appreciation for Friday afternoons. Every Latin lesson a party ('I've decided to split you up from your friends.' 'But we're all friends!'). Crying while telling a story at camp. Seeing films that made my heart want to explode. Trying to hide anger that burst out of nowhere. Long long long conversations in quiet places. Falling asleep on empty trains.

We've been fussing over school grades an awful lot this past week (post-exam traumatic disorder). Class of 2012 graduated today. A year from now, it'll be us (and everyone's scared to death). Here's a quote from John Green (NERDFIGHTERS REPRESENT), I'll be reading Looking For Alaska this holiday:

“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”

Here's to being pulled apart by longing for the past and hope for the future. Cheers. 

 Shrooms.

Sunday, 16 September 2012
Summer is on our doorstep... posted at 06:05
Hi Everyone,
Here in the land of Oz, it's Springtime which means its still pretty cold most days but the other day I opened my front door and Voila! it was so sunny and warm and nice which got me very excited. Summer is finally here. I love summer! (actually I think maybe I just like the first week or so of every season just because of the newness)
I don't know why but there's just something about summer which brings up so much nostalgia...It's like all these emotions (bittersweet, happy memories of childhood and summers past) are all brewing in the hot summer sun.
 *Sigh*
There's always a twang of sadness in my happy reminiscing though. It always strikes me that I'll NEVER ever be able to live through my happy childhood again.
Anways, Shrooms, Pebble, let's do lots of fun things this summer!

1. Go to the beach!
2. Lie around in a park and drink apple juice.
3. Swim at my house.
4. Wear lots of summer dresses and clothes that let the breeze through so we can make-believe we're on an adventure and play epic music in the background.
5. Find the person I'm looking for.
6. STUDY!!! hahaha, I know, I though this was supposed to be the fun to-do list.

What I think Pebble means is that you're unsure of what we would think but you know what you are capable of? Is that what you meant?

And yes, Shrooms, you do have an impeccable way of making things sound so beautiful, so moving on paper. Dear, please write a novel.
The other day, Pebble said: "I think Shrooms balances us, Tinker."
It's true, you do balance us Shrooms. Where we are flighty and excitable you're cool and suave and you ground us. You're like the balloon weight which prevents us balloons from flying off to chase our dreams. Haha, just joking. You're more like the sturdy anchor which keeps us flimsy wooden boats from floating off into the boundless ocean and getting lost and knowing us we would get lost...

Pebble! I can't believe YOU think I'm honest! I mean I guess I am pretty honest with my friends, I TMI quite a bit too. Haha. But you of all people! I honestly think YOU are so HONESTand I don't mean honest as in telling the truth and stuff. I mean that you act so openly and still manage to be nice and likeable. I don't think I've met anyone like you! You are UNIQUE.

You know, I've been thinking. You know those people who want to be knowledgeable just for the sake of being knowledgeable, yeah? Well, I think if people don't pass their knowledge on or do something useful with their knowledge then they are being quite selfish. That is, if you study hard but all you do with your knowledge is keep it to yourself. Hmm...It made perfect sense the other day when I was watching my clothes in the stream...I guess what I'm trying to say that whatever I do in the future I want to use my knowledge to help people!

OH, also, I'm so excited because two books that I'm waiting for are coming out in October! Eeeeek. Quintana of Charyn and A Corner of White. <-----underlined because our English teachers tell us to. heeeeheee

Wow, this has turned out to be a loooooooooonnng post. Hmm, I think this is how I talk too.

Love,
Tinker


PS, I hope I find you this summer.

Friday, 14 September 2012
this is just a post to... posted at 08:34
Hey guys.

What? We can have different styles of writing.
And length.
You know, every time I read Shrooms' writing it's just so good! It's friggin fantastic! Hey Shrooms, write a novel! I mean, your stream of consciousness is so natural, and so funny.  'I'll also predict your goldfish's future' I think it also captures the feels. The feels of teenagerhood. Well this sucks. Every time I read your writing I always feel inadequate, and like I'm good at nothing. Sometimes I try to be something but I can't. I don't want to. It's like the train-poet said: "I want to change, but I'd make it my own thing". Ok, no, that's my interpretation and way of saying what she said. 

  1. Hey Shrooms, I admire you and want to be like you because you make things beautiful, including life.
  2. Tinker, I think you change the people around you because you're so you. Because you're open we feel comfortable being open. Because you've been honest I want to be honest around you. I want to be creative, spontaneous, have so many things to talk about, put people at ease, to be as open, as honest as you.
  3. I want a mentor-type close friend. So does Tinker. We think alike, but we also argue the most. 
  4. I'd put a spin on these things, I'd make them mine. 
  5. You know in those deep and meaningful posts how they bold, italicise, or underline certain words? I've been trying to do that but it's so hard. Man. The more I do this the more I admire people who can do it well. 
  6. I can make things beautiful, I think they'd be quirky and scrappy - a good looking scrappy. I struggle with being honest though, since I usually have things I hide because I'm ashamed of them - but then no one cares (jig) It's still shameful though, and I feel pathetic. 
  7. No, I don't think I have low self-esteem. I think I'm just insecure? Well, I'm confident in my potential, but insecure in me now. ...whaat? Shrooms or Tinker, explain what I just said to me.
  8. Oooooh! Today we got samples at The Face Shop and it was a new experience for me because I've never gotten samples like that before and I never test out stuff there cos I'm scared of the shop assistants. It felt soooo good and I wonder what the train people thought I was talking about. 'It felt sooo good', 'Afterglow!'
  9. Also things reflect people. Like how diaries reflect their owners. 
  10. We plan to get beautiful folders to start Yr 12! As a kind of pick me up
  11. And also journals for Europe! Reflection time bishes.
  12. Anther thing is Shrooms knows how to highlight stuff. I just like to overcompensate cos I have a small wiggly. 
Do you think making vlogs everyday would be cool? Who needs diaries when you have vlogs and a blog.

Love,
Pebble


Saturday, 8 September 2012
just something. posted at 23:45
Here, have something exquisite. 
First week of exams down and I wanted to write something.
Just doing exam after exam, going home with the intent of either sleeping or eating (studying at the back of your mind) and having your emotions run on a continuing parabolic trajectory, startling like a rocket. At least that's what I feel anyway. Time has no sympathy and everything feels surreal.
One more day left for English Extension and Visual Arts, which will be the hardest but also the day I'm looking most forward to. I've practically stacked everything on my to-watch list by my bedside and my books are gathered. I'd like Tuesday to go well so I don't have to spend the afternoon stewing in self-pity and guilt when I could be doing something liberating like throwing a bonfire to destroy my Maths notes. You know, the norm.
Everything's gone nicely so far, I think. I hope. (well duh, excluding Maths)
But I'm in such a holidaying mood, spending my days on 8tracks, listening to nostalgic, summery playlists. Drifting in the warm weather. Holidays, could you please just come already because I'm tired of waiting. I've got that summertime, summertime sadness.

 Shrooms.
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