Some people write so beautifully. Its not fair. Got this off one of my favourite blogs:

Ally.

"It wasn't so much what you wore but rather the way you wore it. How the misty translucence shimmered above the silhouette of your legs and clung to the ballet sway of your back. You knew we were looking, because someone was always looking, and you mirror eyes reflected back at us our own pathetic adoration, in our out of season shirts and slightly too tight jeans. You always made me feel unworthy. All these years on i know that my fashion is not the measure of worth, but seeing you there last night in your same candy hue, I felt seventeen and awkward again. I cannot trace where my hurt and dislike got construed my by adolescence into love and pining, but still it lingers deep inside my filled out chest and tailored suit. I made something of myself Ally, like your liquorish eyes said I would not.

I hated seeing you and i rarely hate anything. It wasn't time to discover you again. So maybe i'll put you back into the back of my mind. It won't be hard. i opened the box; i can close the same. It's probably best. i hesitate because i don't want it to be. transient. It's more than your inspiration that can be called that. I wait on you to make something more of yourself than a beauty so my love can be validated. Sense tells me that time will not come any time soon."

How cool is that? Someone is very bitter. Love it.

Parents leave in 3 hours. Yay!!

Currently wearing: haha was just wearing my bathers and sarong in 'getting into summer' and finding all my queensland clothes mode. Haha...now in my jeans and jumper. brr still cold.

Currently listening to: As i'm leaving - David Grey - reminds me soo much of chris.

Currently thinking (new section!): God damn it i wish my parents would hurry up and leave already!

Currently feeling: Like i've had one too many late nights/big days this week and its not going to be improving at all. Slightly hungover, very tired, a little grumpy and strangely like writing.

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Well firstly i should explain last nights entry. Had a hilarious day yesterday cos it was the VLSS olympics. We all trecked out to the sticks - aka monash uni - jammed in the back of jaseys car with the boys singing john farnham at the top of their lungs and standing out the sunroof. We rocked up and discovered a thousand people, free food, free alcohol and way too many old carey people for my liking. As expected we all got trashed and played netball. Well ok, the boys played netball and i was a cheerleader. Apparently (according to the entire LSS) i looked the part - thanks guys.

Well after we sucessfully retained our cup, and bumpkin almost got kicked out for screaming abuse at deakin and latrobe we ventured to food section of the uni. Here bumpkin and christian decided to announce loudly in the food court that they had "no idea why anyone would go to monash" and then we had to run to the car. We then drove to dingly and hung out at daves for a while and then went to his b'ball final. Bumpkin was miraculously still drunk and therefore went in search of ped so he could introduce himself (ok, so maybe i told him to do it - but still...) and everyone freaked out and thought he was going to get killed, including daves dad, and had to drag him off the court. We once again named every one of daves opposition and this year they all rhymed - Scary Man, Hairy Man, Dairy Man, Stary Man, Glary Man and Fairy Man - all with good reason. I thought it was excellent. Dave won, well daves team won, dave just got sent off. Meanwhile Jase was complaining that he'd been watching sport since 12 o'clock and wanted to go sit in the car and listen to the soundtrack from some musical or something.

On the way home from Dingly i managed to get us exceedingly lost and its took about 3 hours to find our way home. Ah it was great though. Those boys make me laugh so much. They're just so stupid :)

Quotes of yesterday:

Bumpkin: "I'm quite looking to throwing up - it'll be great"

Bumpkin: "Just buy gumboots" (in response to jase saying he needed to buy more practical clothing)

Anyway, so to the rest of my week so far. Tuesday night was heaven as i got 14 hours sleep care of triple strength sleeping tablets. Wednesday night we had our very first gig which was fun. Christian, Morry and Bumpkin all came along to yell abuse. We were ok i guess, but confirmed my suspicions that brad really really really cant sing. It was awful and painful. I managed to completely forget one of the songs which was also funny cos i just started laughing. Stu was good except when he fucked up once he just stopped and swore really loudly. Great. I think we've got a little way to come. Then we rocked on to rockroom and had a great time actually - despite my opinion of room. The crowd was not its usual pretentious self and the music was awesome. Got to dance heaps and heaps! Alex was there, of all people, and he wandered up to me, looked carefully and then said "Ah huh! Leigh Fletcher, Noosa, Strip poker, you in your underwear! Thats it! Thats the last time i saw you!" Well, i'm glad i'm remembered for something. So yeah, stayed at room til some ridiculous hour and andrew dropped me home.

Then as mentioned, big day thursday, and it'll be a huge one tonight cos we're going out for christians b'day. Then my parents leave on saturday and its party for 4 days.

I cant keep going like this. I'm so tired!

I'm going to put all my photos on the net for hanna if i can work out how to do it. I'll put a link to it if i manage it - just for you Mike! Then you can see all these people i'm always talking about.

Bye xxxxxxxxxxxx

Can you picture this:

1pm - I am exceeding drunk thanks to phillip morris and free alcohol. I am wearing a cheerleaders outfit (well close enough) and have pom poms. I am chanting at the top of my lungs and doing dances and cartwheels across the monash uni netball courts.

That was just the beginning of my day. It gets so much better. Will explain all tomorrow...

Current Place: My room

Currently wearing: Jeans and dads old blue jumper with the holes - class

Currently listening to: Lucky - Radiohead

Currently feeling: Mucho tired

Yeah, one of those days where you do very very little. Actually made an appearance at uni this afternoon which was cool, well, cool to see Dave and Bumpkin. I'm not down with the whole going to class buisness that people seem so preoccupied with though, its just not right.

Morry just called in an incredible state of excitement. "Oh my god, oh my god" he yelled "You'll never guess who i just saw sitting in Rose!!" (to sidetrack, may i say how much i love Rose, its such a nice bar...where everybody knows your name). Anyways, it was Ella Hooper. Strangly enough i failed to care in the slightest, but one must not forget his absolute obsession with this chick. He was planning to go back after he'd cleaned himself up and "have a crack." This brings me to something thats been bothering me recently - peoples strange, unsubstantiated obsession with vaguely famous people. Sure, be in awe of people who you idolize for their amazing talent, but really - a local pop chick whos music you dont really like but you think is kinda hot? Whats the deal? Does he really think that he can go back to rose and pick her up? She could well be a total bitch for all he knows anyway. Its this strange phenomenon that i noticed at the manni instore the other day. I was watching these two girls almost hyperventilating when manni smiled in their direction and listening to them oohh and ahhh and deliberating on how to best approach him. You see better looking people in the street every day, and there are a squillion more talented, influential people out there - so what's the catch? Keeping in mind peoples complete lack of knowledge about the persons personality the answer is clearly fame. What is it about fame that manages to make people go so gaga and start acting like morons. Eh i guess we'll never know. But still, it will continue to amaze and entertain me.

I was just trying to do the 'which 5 famous people would you like to have to dinner' thing and i'm struggling. I'm going to have to put some thought into this because the first few people who sprung to mind make me seem completely geeky - authors of course. Hmm theres gotta be a few musicians and a few politicians. Now i'm going to be thinking about this all night. I think i could answer this on behalf of christian though. Scary.

Speaking of the boy - its his birthday tomorrow and i've thus far failed to find a suitable present. I suck.

A cruisy sunday in the burbs. I was just watching this really beautiful sunshower and now the skys is glowing in a really strange, cool way. Last week of uni this week before holidays, not that i really deserve them, cos i haven't exactly been to class at all this semester. I'm just completely over it. Going to queensland will be great though, i'm really looking forward to it, if only to get out of this dull and gloomy city where it seems to rain all the time.

Last night was a strange night all round. I went from place to place all night, not staying anywhere more than half an hour. I was walking up to Ian and Tims place very early in the morning when this drunk guy on a push bike rode up. Ahmys car was parked behind Tims in the driveway which mean the footpath was blocked. The drunk guy on his bike, in a big yellow raincoat, stops, looks at the cars and says to no one in particular "This is fucking great." He then preceeds to stand there and swear at the cars and the situation hes found himself in for a good ten minutes. Three steps to the right and he could go around the cars, but no, he just wanted to get very angry. God it was funny to watch. he was throwing his arms in the air and screaming and sighing and everything else dramatic, not knowing anyone was there. Gold.

I really cant be bothered writing at the moment.

ciao