Another New Year’s Resolution

Failed in Old Year’s Resolution. Will try harder in New Year’s Resolution! (that itself is a resolution)

My list:
• Generally be nicer to people
• Work harder!
• Keep my room clean, even for just a day
• Find love

Conviction from the heart

I remember my first love. I remember our first meeting, the way he smiled at me. I remember the first time I realized; realized that I was falling for him. I remember the look on his face. I remember how he made me feel; I remember the way he would comfort me, the way he would talk to me, the way he would hold me tight. I remember how the slightest touch of his hand would make me tingle. I remember how he would make me smile, how he would make me laugh. I remember how happy my heart was, how happy we were. I remember all these feelings that I felt.


I remember a year ago today.

Holidays.

These holidays are lame.

I found my meaning in life!

This is too funny. I'm crying tears. /twilightsucks

Conspiracy.

You know those people who believe in all those conpiracy stories about aliens, the government and power and control? Yeah? Well I have him for a father. It sucks. Badly.

A note to self for future plans

I hate when friends bail at the last second and your left alone. /failwhale

I refuse to be criptic. But let’s just say I’m not in the best of moods right now.

Tumbleupon me

So I’ve jumped on another bandwagon site. I must be extremely bored with my life.

Check it out.

Its that time of the year, again.

So this is Christmas, which means holidays! These are pretty much the last holidays we get to enjoy before a year of hard study for the HSC. I don’t even want to think about it.

I’d rather be out with my friends all day than stuck at home watching re-runs of South Park. But, I s’pose they’re all busy.

P.S. I’ve made it snow on my page. Yay?

’tis the season.

So, having no internet for 3 days really helps to make you realise just how useless and lame you are. But i’m glad you’re back now. Don’t ever leave me again. Ever.

A bullet is shot.

The muscle contracts and the trigger is pressed, 

The cross-hairs are aimed at our unwelcomed guest.

The gunpowder is lit and the bullet a thrust,

It leaves the barrel with a spontaneous combust.

With a curl of smoke and a loud, sharp blast, 

A man and a bullet, just who will outlast?

Like a knife through butter it cuts through the air,

Life and Death, in a hellish stare.

It pricks his skin with a ripple and a squirt,

He’s cold. He’s fragile. He’s inert.

Another bullet hits his ceramic shell,

And shatters in a million pieces. Farewell.