can you hear the dolphins cry?

Yet again, same place, just a different time. Same circumstances, no. Another best friend in the picture this week. But we're still lying here, talking shit because we have nothing better to do with our Saturday nights. Happy belated birthday Sophia, happy birthday Shelby. I have a really big writing block, things just aren't flowing. It's like Deja Vu on a weekly basis. Friday night through to Sunday... it's all the same and in this case, not even a different day. Same thing, same day, same time just in past, present and future. Julia's singing is actually kind of soothing. I hope she doesn't read that, sounds a bit queer. In conclusion, when I catch myself wondering what I'm really doing, what are my plans... I remember I have none. I'm in a rut, remember? I'm allowed to do this because I'm in a rut and until I find an escape I'll keep doing this. Alcohol can only numb my senses and thoughts for so long, and soon enough I'll hit a dead end in this road I'm traveling on and realize it was a very wrong turn I took long ago.

sweet disposition

1:00pm. It's a perfect Summer's day, my windows wide open and I have my mellowest tunes playing loud. This week has been really cruisey. As I scoop my favourite gelati from the tub it came in I'm thinking back on this week. I've been eating WAY too much, I'm really regretting it but I think my hormones are hungry, not my stomach... I hate that time of month. I went sailing on Monday with my school class, it was nice to get out into the sun. Tuesday was such a long day, I worked until 10pm leaving me so drained. Wednesday was TAFE. Last night I had an amazing experience, and I regret not doing it earlier! I went to the night markets in the city, and there were so many different stalls. I bought cute fairy lights for my room, oh so romantic.

Something so funny happened: My friend's boyfriend drives an small old Mazda, and when returning to the car park Steph pointed out that the Big M she placed next to the car had disappeared so we thought someone had taken it and had a giggle about it. He proceeded to open the car and after Chris had jumped into the car, Martin had picked up a bus ticket on the seat and Steph had wondered out aloud who's belt it was on the seat, George screamed 'This isn't my car!'. We had just broken into someone's car and I found it the most hilarious thing to happen in so long. We found the right car where we had parked it in the first place and laughed until George accidentally drove right into a tram lane, coming to a dead end. The passengers waiting for their tram must have thought we were drunk or something. It's so funny what can happen in a small outing.

wake up, my love

Sex And The City. Best friends birthdays! Sailing? Fifty bucks one night work. Driving lessons - must get license. On the go. Cravings. Wednesday’s shenanigans. Maccas to go. Doubles blacks and Mojitos. Maybe a long island tea in there somewhere? Monday’s are always the day for big plans and only 50 bucks to spare. Bought a ticket to The Used – happiest girl alive.

Confuuuseled.

I want my blog to look pretty, but this thing just doesn't like me. I used to be such a HTML nerd, my brain has slowly deteriorated over the years and I can no longer recall any of it. I blame alcohol.

Pink Skies

8.30 PM: the skies are beautiful hues of indigo right down to pink... and how I have positioned my new desk, I'm looking right out onto the sunset, it's such a good feeling. Today was my day off. Days off are always productive for me, and after up to six days a week on the go I love a break. I did a room makeover today. It only takes a new haircut, a room make over or a clean wardrobe to start fresh/a new beginning, I already feel better.

"Every new beginning comes from another beginning's end"

Brain Spew

Ding Ding. Sophia's phone is going absolutely crazy - boys boys boys. She's wearing a g-string, she claims they're comfy and 'keeps my ass cool'. This is a usual weekend for us you see. Of course, the only male (well let's just pretend you're a male mr. blogspot) I speak to these days.... is you, mr. blogspot. Forgive me, i've had a long night... It's currently 12:11 am on a saturday night. Sophia is out of cigarettes so for once in our lives we're confined to the four walls of her bedroom - it is such a beautifl night outside. My feelings this weekend: I hate not being legal. I'm 17, bordering 18 and the day I turn 18 I swear my life will begin. I watched the maxi cab with all my friends and their all legalities in the world and fake id's drive off to the city. Meanwhile, here I am wishing I didn't lose my sri lankin friend last year. Maybe it's karma of some sort, I don't know. Everything bad that happens to me I blame on karma, life is just karma. So, instead of doing something totally cool and rebelious like underage clubbing, I took public transport (another SHIT pitfall of being 17 - no drivers liscense) to Sophia's local servo, and bought us 20 bucks worth of food. It was worth every cent, because looking back on tonight I'd rather not be anywhere else, but here with my best friend, chewing on an already consumed chuppa chup stick. Peace out, A-town, xoxo gossip girl.

Rut.

I'm in a rut.
Rut: A narrow or predictable way of life, set of attitudes etc.; dreary or undeviating routine (esp in the phrase in a rut)
"In a rut" - Having a fixed, monotonous way of life.