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.

Halloween

bonfires burning bright
pumpkin faces in the night
i remember halloween
dead cats hanging from poles
little dead are out in droves
i remember halloween
brown leaved vertigo
where skeletal life is known
i remember halloween this day
anything goes
burning bodies hanging from poles
i remember halloween
halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween
candy apples and razor blades
little dead are soon in graves
i remember halloween
this day anything goes
burning bodies hanging from poles
i remember halloween, halloween

Mum: "So what are you kids dressing up as for halloween?"
Bonez: "I'm going as a stoner."

Happy halloween.

Halloween by The Misfits

Dreams And Teen Drinking

Dreams, like movies in my head.

I've been having these dreams lately, in the heat of my room. In the sickness of my health, and in my desire to remove this physical loneliness.

The dreams are like movies. Like movies I could replay over and over, add parts to, remove parts to - only when I'm half awake and conscious. But I can't exactly play editor/director to these dream-like movies, my subconscious automatically takes over when I'm knocked out with sleep.

I've missed out on two days of school and I'm wondering what I've missed. I have my finals soon and I need to study hardcore. I have a group SAC due in today; the others in the group are professional procrastinators and they were dependent on me. Thank divinity, no marks are deducted on punctuality.

It's Melbourne Cup weekend, so this means extra long weekend. Woohoo! I've had two days off, so my weekend was tripled. I've gotten my close-friend to chip in $10 for me (for Khoi's get-smashed party on Sunday), which reminds me that I have to pay him back. I also have to buy Ambrose his birthday present. I'll get him a funny card, it's always the thought that counts.

This leads me to a new topic: teenagers OD-ing on booze.
When I say that I'm not the biggest fan of getting fucked/smashed/plastered on alcohol, then I'm not the biggest fan of getting shitfaced on alcohol. If I were to drink alcohol, I wouldn't be a fuckhead about it. I would drink a reasonable amount and prefer to keep my sanity. Cool and casual. So you kids who like to lose yourself when consuming no-good drinks, do it and see what people think about you the next day. If they even want to see you the next day.

Stay cool, don't act a fool.

Band of the day: Anberlin

Crushhhhhed

I can't feel it anymore,
It left when you did.

I really can't be bothered anymore, I've become so tired and I'm allergic to everything that moves. Its only Wednesday and I cannot be fucked. I have work tomorrow, piano the day after, and work again the day after... I want to cry.
I know that it doesn't seem like much, but at times like these, I just want to sleep for a very, very long time.

It's Been 1 Year, 1 Month, 1 Day

And I'm still feeling the same.
But I've loosened up my ties... everyone can be free that way.

I've lost the will and urge to write proper blogs about my life now, I don't think my blogs seem to exceed a 100 word limit (exaggeration).

My brother is wrestling upstairs, shaking these lights which hover thinly over my poor skull. I've just cut my fringe myself with stationery scissors, it's much shorter now. All my work is done, I've watched every movie I own (at least 10 times each), I've read every book I own (thrice, might I add), computer games and video games... Let's just leave it at that. I rarely get free time like this, and secretly, I wish my phone would just magically ring.

I have to somehow get $10 to my friend by Friday (I'll note that I haven't seen him since July), to buy the booze for his party on Saturday. I'm saving up for Christmas, and I want to be able to give/make everyone presents this year. Maybe a card, but its always the thought that counts. So that leaves me no spare money for cigs and caffeine.

Life is dull sometimes, but it's only temporary. Right?

Ring, ring, ring!

The Garden

Look
Oh oh i really wanted that thing
I just want to sing
I love you baby
Won't you bring
All the flowers you
Find out in the garden
Don't tell me the truth
That your heart has hardened
Look what you've done to me
Oh oh the bee does quickly sting
I was wondering
If you could maybe darling
Think? I'd give everything
If you'd grant my love a pardon
And all the fruits
Again would fill the garden
But you don't want me anymore
How can it be?

My Favourite Girl

Pardon me, but you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.

'Cause we like to have night-time cat naps in the middle of the road on a warm Saturday night underneath a one-star night sky.
'Cause we like setting the camera on 10sec timer to take autoflash pictures of our proud triple chins. Not caring how ridiculous we look.
'Cause we like to laugh and talk about our primary school days together on the cool concreted driveway.
'Cause we like knowing we can do all this in just one night, and in many nights to come.

She's my bestfriend for life.