It's 11pm and it's going to be a while until I get to sleep, mum has people over and they're talking really loudly and laughing stupidly.
I wonder if my teacher will care if I fall asleep during chem tomorrow..?

So anyway, I figured I'd do a bit of musing...
First topic of debate: The upcoming election.
FYI, I can't actually vote, much to my disgust, I was very annoyed that they pushed it forward.
But if I could, I would never in a million years vote Tony Abbott, he is a prat for lack of a better word.
Julia has her charms, being a woman is very much in her favour, but I can't differentiate labor policies from liberal.
So greens it would have to be, I'm liking their stance on gay marriage. I would like to know that if I ever fell in love with a woman I could marry her if I so desired.

Second topic: My health.
I have come to the conclusion that I have gained weight this year, over the road privileges are going to be the death of me, and so I must cut back.
(Haha, how long will this last?)
Long enough to save my acceptably shaped body, I hope; I can still pull of a dress quite well.

Third topic: The people I associate with.
Most are fine...Some drive me insane. I tire of people easy anyway, so if you're annoying AND a person then my tolerance is low indeed.
Remember to back off before I snap, psych out and kill everybody, because I'm finding it hard to feign interest in the things some people say.
You'd have to be pretty self obsessed to not notice the way my eyes focus on other things and they way they don't join my mouth pretending to laugh.

Oh, god.

I don't think I can be bothered listening to your crap anymore because I honestly no longer care.
And I'm trying to feel bad about this fact, but I can't.
It has been going on for far too long, I get the feeling you just drag your problems out.
I have met people going though far worse things than you who have not complained half as much.
I have been through worse than you, but you don't see me bailing up my friends just to complain and lecture them.
So seriously, you need to get the fuck over it before you have no friends left.

You're not supposed to say these things to me.

I never even considered the possibility before.

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

I don't understand why people have to connect things with feelings.
Can I not just be me and do things without people thinking I feel a particular way.
I don't analyse the things I do, there is no ulterior motive, I live for the moment, for what makes me feel good.
My life is about me.

'It's not like we're together...you can screw whoever you want...'

Butterfly
Or falling leaf,
Which ought I to imitate
In my dancing?

And if she were to admit
The world weaved by her feet
Is leafless, is incomplete?
And if she abandoned it,
Broke the pivoted dace,
Set loose the audience?
Then would the moon go raving,
The moon, the anchorless
Moon go swerving
Down at the earth for a catastrophic kiss.