S is for Strenuous and Surrender

I really suck at blogging I think.
If you have read this from the beginning then you will probably see that I have failed to keep up my standard of amazingness throughout.
I bet you feel let down.
I bet you feel cheated.
Well you know what? Tough luck.

Hmm, who doesn't love being awake at 11.14 pm and blogging on a blog that they never blog on?
Lately I've been discovering a lot of things about myself. Always fun.

In conclusion, this post has absolutely no point and is in no way funny or relevant to anything ever.

P is for Pain and Pariah

Life's crap.
Don't think I'll amount to anything, or so I've been told.
Probs won't hey.
Who cares? Not me.

"Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines"

L is for Love and Liability

So I thought that maybe since I haven't posted on this blog in about four months that I'd post again.
I've decided to start up this blog again, not that anyone reads it but it's a good way to let my feelings about random crap out on the world! Mwahahaha!

No but seriously though, I'm going to start being a blogger! Although I will now call this blog Karen instead of blog. I find Karen much more becoming than "Blog" don't you?

Anyway, I've just started grade 12 and can i just say IT IS TOTAL AND COMPLETE BULLS**T!!! My advice to children of the modern world is GET OUT, GET OUT NOW, AS SOON AS YOU CAN, BAIL THE HELL OUT AND NEVER LOOK BACK!
Seriously, how much pointless crap do they possibly want to drill into us before they release us totally unaware onto the world?! Do the schools honestly think that this generation will be epic just because we have to spend our last 6-month long year of highschool writing 2000 word assignments which are the same crap we had to write last year, just that last year we wrote it in 1000 words.
I personally think that who-ever is running the Education Department in this place is a little deranged to think that learning the same thing twice over two years will help anyone. Sigh.

In other news, Josh and I are starting to record our almost-music-but-not-quite-good-enough-to-be-anything on friday. Shall be exciting!

In conclusion,
LIFE'S AWESOME

Happiness In a Can

Considering I haven't updated this blog since July or something along those lines, I think it's high time that I give all none of you that read my blog the down-low on my life.

Okay so basically we've got the earth, round, sweet earth you might say
nah I'm just kiddin wit cha

Considerably less seriously, my life has been a crazy whirlwind of scooters, hamburgers, photos, Yeti's, whirlwinds...

So to summarise, I have officially lost the ability to be serious. Not that I ever had that ability in the first place...

Rest In Peace

This week I've said goodbye twice to the best teacher I've ever known
It has been probably the saddest week of my life
On top of all that, many other feelings have been swirling around in my head making life extra difficult
I think it's safe to say that I miss life
And Mr Wright
RIP Sir


"So, now you're not there
But your ghost still burns in the air
Finally above us the waves have come
To take you away

And with this song, I'll say goodbye
And thank you for what you've done to my life
And Finally I'll say it with love
I hope you're at rest in the stars above

And I don't understand what you died for
We still could have given so much more
And I know you are something I could never be
But I know you're still there watching over me"

Don't Lose Your Knife

This song is exactly how I feel right now

and I don't even know why

I Wanna Be as Cool as Berlin

I'm one of those people who always wish they were as cool as everyone else
You know when people start listening to the same music as you and watching all your favourite shows and write their blog just like yours and start being friends with all your besties and then make it seem like they're the cool and original ones cause 'they totally had no idea you even did any of that'
Not that you talk about it all day every day
And then they make you feel un-cool because they do it all and for some reason, they make it look cooler. Or maybe they just make themselves more annoying, I'm not sure.

Then today, as I was sitting at MY OWN DESK at RAVE MAGAZINE writing interview questions for a band that would be in one of the next few issues, after I had transcribed an interview with Jose, the drummer for The Breeders and before I wrote an indie album review that would be in an up-coming issue that all those people who pretended they were better than me, by trying to be like me, really didn't have shit
Sure, a few of them have been to my favourite city on earth, but they don't get to work at one of Australia's most widely read music magazines.


Anyway, I'm just so totally awesome that it wouldn't even matter if anyone tried to be cooler. My awesome would just over-power them

Blinded, I am Blindsided

You know those days where you don't even know why you bothered dragging yourself out of bed in the morning?

Where everyone just needs to leave you alone because they can only make it worse, not better.

Those days when you stand on the edge of the emotional cliff and look out hoping not to fall, but then someone or something runs up and pushes you over.

I'm having one of those days.

BUT on a happier note

Damnit! Now i have drool all down the front of my shirt!

listening: Big City Life-Mattafix

Would You Really Rush Out

"Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life"

I don't understand why people just can't be happy. Life would be so much easier for us all if no-one ever fought, no-one had problems in their relationships, no-one got angry and no-one ever felt sad.
I don't understand why people take small things so seriously either. It's not like you're going to die if someone doesn't do something you want them to one time. Or if someone pulls in front of you on the road without their indicator. You don't need to swear, really, it's fine.

Finally I Could Hope For a Better Day

Sometimes I wish that I could talk to my life.
Just pull it aside and say

"No offense but you've kinda been a let down so far.
Can you try and be a bit better maybe?
Ya bastard"

Lego World

"I've been up for days,
Trying to find a way to write my confession down.
Seems every line I writes amiss,
At least this I'll admit.
I never hear that perfect sound.
But then the judge walks and says:
"Boy you cant pretend, You've got to be honest now."

Yesterday I had the strange urge to confes to Ayla all the strange things I do.

And all of the things I love in an I-love-it-but-noone-can-ever-know kind of way.

sometimes I wonder when I see people what odd things they do that no-one else knows about.
Like imagine if someone secretly LOVED lego

like played with it all the time even though they were like 25 and lead a completely normal life-style

They would have to have a secret Lego-Lair to keep all their legos in because no-one could ever know that they played with lego cause that would be too embarassing.
They'd have this whole big lego dungeon going on that no-one knew about and they would call it "operation lego"

To the ones I love

your hearts will be safe with me

My world is a better place with you in it

Suspicious Bliss

London calling to the faraway towns

Now war is declared - and battle come down

London calling to the underworld

Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us

Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust

London calling, see we ain't got no swing

'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

As the dream continues and the wait goes on,
We forever hear the call of London

Girl Anachronism

Do you think that exhaustion is fatal?
Because I do.




I'm not even joking

Big City Life, Try Forget Mine.

Why is it that people who live in the city have such a different attitude to life than people who don't?
I mean I honestly cannot understand this. None of my cousins live in Brisbane or any other major city and they all seem to be a) better looking b) more calm or c) funnier than me.

How does this logically work?

Living in the city I get so much more done than they do. I go out, go to parties (good ones) and just generally hang.

People dont do this in small towns! It's just outrageous. I probably couldn't live in boringborough or toowoomba.

No wonder no-one in this family understands my incessent need to move to London.

Sigh

Tick Tock

Today we spent the day at UQ

This just drove further into my mind how sick I am of school. The end is so close, yet so damn far. Why is it that we must waste so much of our lives at school when we could be out doing useful things.

Freedom is calling me with its sweet sweet voice and I just can't stop listening

What Dreams are Made of

Escaping my archetypal surroundings is what i aim for after school. Ayla and I were conversing about it the other day during school. Our words went in the way of something like this:

Ayla: man I so can't wait until we move to London
Me: yeah, we are gunna have THE best time. We'll be so poor
Ayla: ...what? Why will we be poor?
Me: well, all our money will be spent on clothes. We wont have any money left except for rent money.
Ayla: HAHAHA oh god, you're so right.
Me: yeah, our house will just be the crappiest cheapest apartment in Camden somewhere and all that will be in it is two beds, a set of drawers overflowing with clothes, a table and a dishwasher
Ayla: yeah and the rest of the place will just be clothes. When people come in it'll be like CLOTHES ATTACK
Me: most definately
Both of us: CUDDLES


Watch out London, here we come....in five years.

Round and Round it Goes

This is my version of what happened when the earth was created.

On the first day God said, let there be a ginormous round thing made of dirt and water that spins
On the second day God said, let there be an even more ginormous shiny thing that makes everything on the spinning thing light up
On the third day God said, let there be a whole bunch of tall brown wood things with green crap on them so stuff can breathe
On the fourth day God said, let there be some short furry things to crawl around on the earth and eat the tall brown woodish things
On the fifth day God said, let there be a few zillion scaly things that can breathe underwater so some randoms can snorkel and kick them
On the sixth day God said, let there be a tall fleshy thing with a long dangly so it can walk around eating the furry things and the scaly things
And on the seventh day God said, let there be another tall fleshy thing with two squishy things so that the other tall fleshy thing can practise his womanising skills

And that's how the world was made. Shocking, I know

Dairy Milk Heart

thursday- woke up, got dressed, went to school, realised i left my art book at home, came home early because i felt like it and because i left my art book at home, talked to grace, went on myspace, tried writing a song, failed

thursday 7.15 pm- tried writing song second time, failed second time, now questioning own musical talent


why can i not write things. it's not like a song is THAT hard to write

sigh, i guess i will just have to settle for A's on my english assignments

LDN

monday 8 am-woke up, felt worse than sunday(if possible), got parental to ring school to tell them i couldnt go, got up, started studying for modern history

monday 2:08 pm-just finished studying for modern history

today whilst studying for modern history i discovered my life purpose(s)

meet noel fielding

grow up

move to london

marry someone exactly like noel fielding

THE END

ps. i now have proof he loves me