GUTEN TAG BITCHES

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Alright so not much has been happening because I'm in this sort of awkward faux-swotvac limbo, where I have many days between my dreaded examinations. This morning I realised that I had not submitted the essay I handed in yesterday online also; a requirement. The F Bomb was dropped in excess.

Soundtrack for this entry:

So what's new? Well, next weekend is my 21st birthday party! Pretty exciting, although i have so much to sodding well do. Particularly get someone to graffitti on these sheets for the wall blehhhh.

My days: Rooftop sunbathing listening to lectures on my iPod, bike riding in the breeze, avoiding the jellyfish of Port Melbourne water, too many visits to Albion street house.

My nights: Rooftop drinking with local drop-ins, melancholy walks in the heat, wondering why the most lovely boy ever is stealing kisses from me.

Current disaster predition: I keep having this reoccurring thought that at my party, some guy might key onto the fact that I have been with a few boys, and that they will proceed to stand up on a table and ask "Who in here has been with (moi) this year?" And then many hands will go up and mass horror will ensue. I also have the slight dilemma that 4 boys think I'm seeing them. And I have to somehow break it to the lovely one that no one knows about him and that I can't be with him because it will hurt people.

I miss the days where parents did tricky things for you.

ONWARDS AND INTO THE SUNSHINEEEE

Xx

swotvac.

"He couldn't speak, because every time he opened his mouth, birds flew out.
This only happens, he wrote on my arm, when I wake up needing nothing."

That summarises how I feel right now, when I'm distracted from my pending death through multi-choice dots and a 2B pencil. Armed with my student number, I plunge on.

I try not to write about boys in this, but I've met someone who I'm not quite sure is real. He'd discovered the world over the past 7 months, while I discovered free love and how to stay up well past daybreak. When I think of my "Things that would make my perfect boy", I literally cannot think of one thing that isn't him. I don't want a boy. I don't need a boy. I'm scared out of my wits but deleriously excited and I don't know what to do but hold on tight and open my eyes wide so as not to miss one second. The other day we drove listening to the Garden State soundtrack, singing into the wind. On Monday we'd known each other 8 days and spent 91 hours together.

Halloween with some people I love so much. These are my 2 favourite photos in a long time:

<3 x x xx x x