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Jondael: "What happened?"
Roger: "Shit happens!"

Change... took the people I love away from me.

I'm sick of you always criticising me.

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Dismantle Repair

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

It's Monday,
And it's 7:29pm. I just hopped in and out of the shower with a hundred, no a thousand, thoughts in my head. I sat on the corner of my shower cubicle, watching all the mist rise past me, leaving me on Earth to join the clouds. I stayed until I was completely dry.

I dried my hair, and played with my fringe. "How will it look like if I position it to the left? Oh no, that looks horrible. Let's try the right... Nopes. That's horrible too. I wish I'd had never cut it this short." I got dressed, put on my Superman Escape souvenir t-shirt from Movie World. I closed my eyes and sighed.

I reopened them after a couple of seconds and contemplated my eyes for a bit, "Gosh, they're tiny". I contemplated my nose, lips, cheeks, eyebrows, hair and face until contemplating turned into criticising. I stopped and looked in my bathroom mirror, I took a deep breath. I looked behind me to my bedroom mirror, and took another deep breath. The music playing in the background is overwhelming me. I feel as though I could drop, and something mystical would catch me. I thought twice about testing it; the cons outweighed the pros.

I walked down the stairs, slowly and unsteadily. My knees trembling as though I've never seen a flight of stairs before. I realised, "Have I been in the shower long enough for my bones to soften? Hold the rails darling."

I was in semi-desperate need to get all these thoughts out of my head. There were so many of them, I could swear I felt my head spin. I need to go for a walk, I need a distraction. I need to get out of here.
It's 7:40pm.

Prude Food

We just held hands, hugged, talked and laughed. That's all there was to it. I don't know why everyone made such a big deal out of it. And no, we weren't doing anything frisky behind the bush which Roger thought was a mutant rabbit.

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Dismantle Repair by Anberlin

A Whisper & A Clamor

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything you say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive

I'm tired of holding grudges.

Get Crunk?

More like 'Get drunk and fuck yourself'.'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49Vswl2Ql8w
With only three people in a class, no teachers/supervisors, a ranga moustache and a camera... How can you not resist?
Kudos to taylorsharneRAWR for uploading, and to Mel for being there at the scene of the crime. We'll keep making beautiful memories together in Commerce.

Ok, so I just came back from Khoi's house party. And I have to be honest when I say "I have never seen so many asians in my whole life". There were both good sides and bad sides to it. I'll start off with the bad side, only 'cause I'm a supposed pessimist.

Bad side:
- It was really boring and dull at the start 'cause there was no music!
- And when there was music, we couldn't dance to it. (I think Khoi was depressed and wanted us to listen to depressing R&B music)
- There was no food, so people raided his pantry for Mi Goreng and cookies
- And when there was food, it was all meat!
- Cruisers were gone before you could say "Bitch!"
- The ratio of guys to girls was 9236492364:1
- The house is smaller than your average garage (it was horrifying when 50 of us were all crowded in the hall)
- FRANK WAS PLAYING DOTA FFS!
- The only drinks available were Cruisers, Coronas, Red Label, Coke and hose water
- Everyone's lighter wasted out
- No weed
- Roger was fucking gone; he was seeing flattened Malteasers on the ground, horseshit, fairies, and bushes that looked like mutant rabbits. Poor guy.
- Everyone smelled like ass...
- ...And no one brought deodorant!
- There was a guy who looked like him.
- People OD-ing on drinks and they all dropped one by one like bird shit
- And I'm not stating this last one. It was that bad!
Good side:
- The backyard and the BBQ bonfire that burned for 10 minutes
- There were enough cigs to kill 10 people
- Coronas and shots
- Keeping my sanity
- Meeting so many people
- "Windmill dance!"

- Bonez: "Hey look! A party! Let's go crash it!"

Jason: "That's our party you loser!"
- Eponie Eve ('nuff said (L))

It was good overall, despite having the cons outweigh the pros. I had fun.

Think this is irresponsible? If you're a teenager, act like one.

Alexithymia

Or Alex-is-thy-ma, no?

Lazyboy pokerface shiggame-ow!

My name is Bonez, but you can call me anytime. ;)

You and your undivided honesty can go and have each others' babies.

You must think I'm boring now. No, I just have different ideas for fun.

Calling All Skeletons

Yesterday was the longest day of my life.
I refuse to go into the gory details, but you can take a wild guess. The skeletons in my closet have been cleaned out, with the help of my mum.
I'm feeling free and brand new.

Two days ago was Halloween and I went Trick-Or-Treating with a few friends around their block. I was dressed normally, wearing a hideous mask which looked like an after-shot of Predator, after falling in a mammoth-sized tank of sulfuric acid. Obviously they could tell I was female (skin-tight shirt, oh no). And Yen, who wore baggy clothes, wore a mask which looked like a wolf that was rotting-to-the-bone. The rest of the guys were dressed as themselves (lamest costumes everrrrr, no doubt *click-click*). Most were kind and generous enough to give what we knocked on their doors for. Others pretended not to be there after we said "Trick-Or-Treat", even when they knew that we saw their living room/hallway lights turn on... magically. But we collected a shitload of candy when it was put altogether. Naturally, I took all the Minties and Warheads; it was a shame none of them gave RedSkins.

So yesterday was All Saint's day, I lit a candle and prayed.
And I'm doing the same thing tonight for All Soul's.
The usual thing most traditional families would do around this time of year.

Khoi's get-smashed party's on today, and Jondael's picking me up at 4.
We're gonna take the train there and back home, yadi-yadi-yada.

Mum: "Oooh! You see! You're watching your horror movies again."
Bonez: "Mum, it's Fantastic Four."

Songs of the day:

Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin

Alexithymia by Anberlin

Spiderman by The Cure

Used For Glue by Rival Schools

Calling All Skeletons by Alkaline Trio

Private Eye by Alkaline Trio

Fallen Leaves by Billy Talent

Love you, love Bonez.