Shake it up.

"If what they say is 'nothing is forever' then what makes love the exception?"

Sometimes in life things that seem happy are actually just about the saddest things in the world. Sometimes we can believe we are truly happy with where we are, who we are and what we are, only to wake up one morning and realise that you're not happy at all. That it was an illusion created by light-hearted music and fast-tempo beats.

Not everyone realises that this can happen to anyone. Not everyone realises that it could happen to them.

"We get together but seperate's always better when there's feelings involved."

Of course, in the same way. You can be made to feel sad when truly there is nothing wrong. Life is cruel like that. 

Like a magician's act. When you think he's making people levitate, or sawing them in half, but it's all just smoke and mirrors.

Life just kinda throws a bunch of magic tricks into everyday life, just to confuse you. Just in case you get too secure in knowing what's what, life has to keep you on your toes. 

I don't know. It's often hard to get my meaning across.

I guess what I am trying to say is that you can never let yourself feel too safe, because the second you do, you'll realise that you're as unsafe as a baby gazelle with an injured leg trying to run away from a pack of hungry lions.

Or something like that.

Back to the beginning.

I always end up back in the same spot on this damn thing. At someone else's house, leeching internet and feeling lonely. GO ME!!


Anyway, I have a theory.
But you're gonna think I'm weird.

Vampires are possible.
And no, this is not all about the freaking Twilight series!!

The thing is, I have desires. I honestly kinda crave blood. But not in a freaky "HEY I'M A VAMPIRE" way. Just in a "Fuck I'm weird" way.
I also get the urge to bite people. Not that I would, but I do.
I have a kinda fetish I guess for necks. Biting, kissing, touching. I want it all. I love it.


Anyway, I am by no means saying I am a vampire or that I believe in the myths and legends of vampires, bu I do believe that there is a part of many human beings that crave for the idea and power behind the vapire myths. I know I do.




And I know that in this entry I sound like a lunatic. I don't believe I am, nor do I believe that those people out there who claim to be vampires and only live in their mother's houses are exactly sane. I'm just saying, the urges for blood are probably written into our genetic make-up. Like the urge to eat meat.

A late welcoming of a year.

Yes, an awfully late welcome, but better late than never; correct?
So in spirit of the New Year, I wish every single one of you the best of luck with yet another dreary and predictable year of drama and exaggerations, fights and reconciliations, departures and arrivals and stress like you'll never believe.

As for most of us it will be the beginning of a year which we are told will make or break our entire future. A year that is pumped so full of stress, responsibilities and complications that by the end of it the only way we can cope is by partaking in copious ammounts of binge drinking and various acts of vandalism. Yes, my good friends! It is the final year of VCE. The reason we spend thirteen years of our lives in school. The year in which we are forced to plan the rest of our lives. The year when expectations are high and performance low.

Welcome to 2010.



For some, the year has begun wonderfully. And congratulations to those of you who are optimistic. I am proud and envious, I truly am. For I never expect anything special to happen with the turn of the year. To me, it is merely another day in the long and monotonous life I lead.


Naturally, I should not dampen your new year hopes with my cynical and pessimistic view of the world. I am sure that your entire life will change it's course purely because of our Western way of measuring time. I mean, why wouldn't the world re-align for the benefit of a couple of countries and cultures that have decided the year is over and life will now start new? It makes perfect sense to me.

All that said, I am one to partake in the resolutions that seem to be so important to people. However, I do lack the trust in myself and the powers of the magical New Year to expect anything I wish to happen, to actually happen. For me, I always pick the same things. Eat properly (always fail), Be nicer (fail also), Stop manipulating people into believing that they have a chance purely for my own satisfaction and sick sadistic joy (fail, of course). So looking at my track record, why do I bother? Because like all of you, I am desperately clinging to the idea that one day can change my habits, self motivation and general lack of interest in anything other than myself.


So welcome to you, two-thousand-and-ten. Welcome to life. Welcome to the world. Welcome to crushing disappointment and general mediocrity.