Archive for October 2011

hiatus your braces?

I understand that my blogging has been nothing more than lackluster lately and for anyone that actually likes this wee little blog, I'm really sorry. My life has been really good, to say the least: I went to see Gotye live and meet him...alive; had my 18th birthday which inexplicably saw my breasts grow more womanly and myself adopt a skins lifestyle (no, not really); finished every mother-licking assignment and survived the final day of schooling EVER! As we all know, however, what goes up must come tumbling down- like evicted big brother contenders fame. I have da big year 12 exams (english studies and psychology) coming up in a weeks time so Happy Un-Birthdays will be in a coma like state for about two weeks whilst its owner excretes tears and bloods from her hands for all the goddamn revision she'll be doing YEAH! I hope you guys have an amazing life- reading good books and seeing beautiful people- which I can live vicariously through once I permit myself to checking ma dash. Till then, stay classy!

Anthem for a Seventeen Year Old Girl

In exactly 4 days this song can't legitimately be my anthem and that saddens me a bit. Perhaps it's that fact that I'm turning eighteen and can be held accountable for whatever future crimes I decide to commit or maybe it's because high school is coming to an end, but lately I can't stop thinking about my existence as a teenager.  My ~*teenage experience*~ is nothing close to resembling a John Hughes movie or Gossip Girl episode, but it's not to say that there hasn't been moments laden with melodrama and beauty. I look at all the ridiculous phases (amish, rapper, emo) I ever went through; the parties and concerts; the sleepless nights cramming; driving around aimlessly with my friends whilst blasting nicki minaj and the four hour long conversations I've had over complete bullshit e.g. boiz, with a fondness and sense of entitlement. I also look at them with a romantic disillusionment: I was never as entrapped as I moped about in my angst ridden journals and life isn't even all that hard, in fact it was dead easy. If ever there was a period in a person's life where magic can happen it's when your a teen but it's not the big budget type things that make you feel it. I want to say that I've done a lot of growing up but I don't want to say that it's so much that people will expect start paying taxes, pump a baby from my vagina or, I don't know, cease cyberstalking Ryan Gosling. I understand that I can't always be one of the rotten ones and, you know, I'm probably just having a teenage equivalent of a mid-life crisis but I can't help feeling conflicted about this 'growing up' nonsense. What does that even mean? Is it facing the horrible aforementioned scenarios or is it more to do with finding yourself and being less of a loser? Either way, it's a lot to work on, is it not?

school nowadays

little tip, turn down the volume on the LSD trip video and play some beach boys instead because you then feel unstoppable and capable of bringing all the boys to the yard. i need a life.

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