rantalicious

garrrrr im in such a bad mood but im listening to kelly clarkson so its hard to stay angry.

i guess that's a good thing? a great thing?

whatever.

im not going to go through and take out the bad punctuation and spelling, not to mention the numerous missing capital letters. im just going to say this: 

I WANT OUT.

hows that for capitals? its ridiculously true though, and on all different level. simple things like my home have started to really piss me off. my home. my family home. i hate it.

that's very unhealthy for me to say, but its easily justified in that i don't feel safe here anymore. i feel like a target, a sitting duck, at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground beneath me to crumble down. Nothing i can do can help or fix it.

And school. I know, how cliche for a sixteen year-old to complain about school. But it's not so much the usual homework or early morning blues, it more like a case of the I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-all-this-for reds. much like the mean reds, im afraid and I don't know what I'm afraid of. I don't think a 6am trip to Tiffany's is going to make me feel any better though.

but despite these heavy woes that although from my keyboard may be very melodramatic, I am finding positives in as much as i possibly can and am trying to create as many as possible. I'm over just sitting by helplessly because i know that in my housing situation i am unable to help. I want to give back to the people who inspire and care for those who can't themselves. Unfortunatly, when freshly unemployed and in the middle of a credit crunch, its difficult for me financially support anything substantial so I have taken the following actions

1. Signed up to be a blood donor.
2. Signed up to volunteer at the lost dogs home
3. gone door knocking- NOT FUN but for some much-needed bushfire funds.
   

They may be small, but if everyone did small things like those, world suck would dramatically decrease (DFTBA) and superficial sixteen year-olds such as myself would have a lot less to complain about in their blogs.

xxxx

H

i haz no idea

not much has changed since my last post (i mean actual post)

still melting away in this melbourne heat, still stressing about school.

so to find an interesting topic to write about? quite impossible.

I quite hate my neighbours  hows that for a start?

They make pre-tumour Paul Robinson look like an angel.

They make Britney Spears seem like Audrey Hepburn.

They make Barney Grumle seem sober.

Seriously, its at the point where im worried that they might kill my pets.

HATE THEM

.....................

^this delightful row of dots is my cue for a more cheerful topic.

how about Ireland?

I'm going there soon for a little trip. I expect some refreshingly cold weather, despite not leaving until their spring.

AND New York?

Planning on taking the Alex Day approach and having an inpromptual trip there. Once i have any source of income, that is.

Planning on not planning? I'm mad and contradictory. 

anyhoo......

for the zero people that read this i bid adieu

*waves*