I'm Trying To Say Whatever I Want Here

Yesterday was wonderful.

I wish I had a camera and camera skills, because I feel like I could have taken some amazing photos during our time out yesterday morning. We came back from Harry Potter and mooched around Keryn's house, and then someone mentioned going for a walk. Never mind how late it was. We wanted ice cream and we were going to get it.

So we walked down the middle of Keryn's road, carefree teens in a lamplit ghost town. The BP supplied the ice creams. We didn't turn around and go home. We carried on. If I had the words I would describe the stone patterns on the sidewalk, the eireeness of the public toilets, the strange feeling of eating a Fruju under the clock tower at midnight. We saw police cars, protecting us and watching us both.

We ended up at Manfield Park. We sat on the witch's hat, the metal and wood ride that spins and moves, up and down, around and around. I held on for dear life and watched the faces of my friends, the lights in the distance, the ground underneath me.

We walked across the feild. People of the night. All alone.

A children's playground. Grass and rubber. Shouts of laughter.

James climbing easily over a high, spiked fence. Jess and I on the tyre ride, waiting for it to slow down. Jordan sitting in the middle of the roundabout. Keryn lying on the ground.

Bohemian Rhapsody.

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be.

The skatepark.
I've never been there before.

The concrete and the bright lights and the metal bars. It was a while before I found my balance.

The Time Warp by the fence. Big buildings in the distance.

A Police car pulled up and even though I'd done nothing wrong I felt guilty. Are we allowed to be here at this time? We promised we'd be back home soon, and they left. How trusting. Imagine if we'd been out with bad intentions.

People watching television. Whole other lives.

Home again, we slept.

Alrigh'... lissen t' me

I don't know if it's fully sunk in that I'll be leaving the country entirely very, very soon. I have so much to do before I leave, I'm thinking more about that than the actual destination.
Just nine days left :o
I hope the plane doesn't crash and we all die in the ocean. And I hope they have good movies. And I hope I don't end up sitting next to someone weird.

Anyways. I'm going to miss all of you people when I go. Leaving home will be scary and exciting and I'll be pretty much alone )': and I'll probably wish I could be back home some of the time. I don't want to lose contact with anyone, because you guys are great friends, and I feel very lucky to have known you (god, it sounds like I'm writing a pre-death letter). When I get back from England on Feb 8th (I think it is) I'll want to say goodbye to whoever's still around (now it sounds like you're going to die) before I go.

Ahem. So, must dash. Gonna go check to see if James, Keryn, Jess and Jordan are still being boring sleepy people :)
x

The Plan So Far

1. Go see Harry Potter with Keryn, Jess, Chrissy, James, Cecile, Claire and Jordan on Monday
   
2. Go to James' on Dec 2nd-3rd
3. Go to sign out on Dec 6th
4. Take the bus to Auckland on Dec 8th
5. Catch the plane at 11.30PM on Dec 10th
   
6. Arrive at Heathrow airport on Dec 10th
   
7. Do awesome shit for eight weeks
8. Come home on Feb 8th, 2011
9. Drive to Wellington with Mum on Feb 22nd
10. Start Uni on Feb 28th

Fuck yeah organisation.

I had my last exam today too. It went okay, like all my others. I'm counting on some pretty high scores in Geo and English to make up for the likely terrible job I did in Classics and History D:

Can't wait to see Hp with y'all, and party some more before I leave <3>

TMYK.

I wonder if anyone knew: the guy who plays Moody in the Harry Potter films is the real life father of the guy who plays Bill. The More You Know.

Shitshitshit. I have two exams on Wednesday (Geography and Classical Studies). Am I ready for it? No. Maybe about half way. I made some posters yesterday and some flash cards today, but I still really need to revise heaps of other stuff.
I also have History on Friday, for which I need to memorise three essays, and a whole bunch of other shit. Why can't my exams be more spread out??
More to the point, why didn't I start my revising earlier??!

Keryn Inspired This.

I can never remember my dreams. On the odd occasion that I am aware of them they're gone as soon as I'm properly awake. Some of them are amazing dreams, too. There was one... it was out of this world, I'm telling you. It was a whole other universe. And when I try to remember the details a five foot deep metal gate crashes down and I can't get much further than "paradise". It's one word with so many possibilities. How cruel is it that I can't remember my own heaven?

And that's probably why I make my own dreams. I'm asleep and awake at once, and I'm the master of my fate. Anything could happen, but only if I say so. People say the oddest, most unlikely things.

Sometimes I lose control a little. My imagination gets away. Just this morning I was dozing- it was one of those nights. I felt like I hadn't slept a wink- and I imagined myself finding my phone. It was under my bed, silly me! And no messages. I'm unpopular even in my waking dreams.
So then for a little while I believed my fantasy. Where's my phone? Oh it's under my bed. I'll go get it. Why didn't the alarm go off at 6.40? Because it's not there.
Oh.

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Yeah it's a Friday night and I'm bored. I could write my NaNo but it's fallen way by the wayside. I could study but let's be honest: that's not gonna happen. I could make a snack but OMG I'M NOT HUNGRY AT ALL >:( Even my room is clean.
Mum FINALLY went away. She's gone with Ellie and Irene to Featherston-ish (idk where it is) for a dog show. It took them FOREVER to leave. Now I have a quiet weekend ahead of me and some money to look forward to at the end of it, provided I don't trash the house.

Though taste in music is a personal thing, here is a list of what I have come to think of as my twenty favourite songs. Ever. (In no particular order)

a. Drops of Jupiter: Train
b. Drive: Incubus
c. Drumming Song: Florence + the Machine
d. The Difference: Matchbox Twenty
e. Everlong (acoustic): The Foo Fighters
f. Wicked Game: Stone Sour Live Lounge cover (orig. Chris Isaac)
g. Into The Fire: Thirteen Senses
h. Yellow Ledbetter: Pearl Jam
i. Sailed On: Landon Pigg
j. Eet: Regina Spektor
k. Everything's Not Lost: Coldplay
l. Sex and Candy: Macy Playground
m. Lifeboats: Snow Patrol
n. Hallelujah: Jeff Buckley
o. Black Hole Sun: Soundgarden
p. On The Radio: Regina Spektor
q. Ain't No Rest For The Wicked: Cage The Elephant
r. Samson: Regina Spektor
s. Better Man: Pearl Jam
t. Disease (acoustic): Matchbox Twenty

Thursday 11th - Friday 12th

I feel a little weird right now. It's strange to know that I'll never walk into Geography or History or Tourism or any of my other classes like I have for the past year. There are so many people that I'll never see again (and heaps that I hopefully will at some point). There are some people I definitely wont miss.

I'm actually freaking out a little bit too because I think I may have left my admission slip for exams in my locker at school, or possibly dropped it (WHICH WOULD NOT BE COOL). I had another moment like that today, too. We walked to McDonald's for brekkie and I dropped my eft-pos card on the way there, so we (Cecile, Jordan, Keryn and I) backtracked and finally found it just casually lying on the pavement.

Yesterday and today was pretty awesome. Ate way too much junk food and feel kinda dehydrated but the laughs and the craziness was great. We played much Guitar Hero and some Singstar (was mad that my voice had gone a little). Best Singstar moment has to be Jess and Jordan singing I Believe In A Thing Called Love. Good stuff.
It sucks that I missed out on the heart to heart convo that everyone had this morning (as in 3am onwards). I slept at 3.30amish and then woke at 5am, and then slept again until 8. If I'd had more V I would have been awake! :D

So I should be studying now but I got home and looked through the papers that I got to practice on for Classics and was like :O because I don't know nearly enough and then got all depressed and watched 8 episodes of Friends season six instead. Long sentence. Hurr.
Staring from tomorrow tho I am legitimately gonna study. It'll be a study fest. I'm not allowed on the PC anyway cause Mum's having people around for a meeting and they're gonna talk and eat all of the good food in the house, so yey.

That is all.

Hello Again

It's me.

In response to Josie's comment, NaNoWriMo (stands for National Novel Writing Month- ignore the National part; people all over the world do it) is a project where writers (or amateurs, whatever) attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in thirty days. The winners are anyone who manages to complete their novel on time. It's a huge undertaking for me cause I have exams and stuff, but oh well. I want to do it.
Because I'm awesome.

:D

NNWM

Doing NaNoWriMo right now. I have 6993 words, 13 pages, 13,853 letters.