The Fiftieth: Hurricane Drunk

Oh the complications.

It would far too boring for everything to fall into place, wouldn't it?

I'm not sure if I would prefer the simple, boring life where everything works, or the twisted one where change is a constant.

My choice of tunes today are reflecting the interweaving emotions that I can't describe. I like when that happens. When you can't tell someone how you feel, but you play them a song that can.

I'm moving to Melbourne. The key word that is continuously under scrutiny is "when". It looks like I'll be living alone for a little while first. 'Spose that's how things work out sometimes. You wouldn't learn anything if it were all placed out nicely in front of you. It's all about fighting through the hard parts to come across the glowing happiness. Glowing happiness? I think I'm on some sort of emotional high today, which is bizarre when most of what I'm feeling is low.

Things will be ok.

Everything will be ok.

You'd be mad not to think otherwise.

The Forty-Ninth: Bite the Bullet

Sometimes, it takes a lot of patience, and a lot of strength to be able to hold your tongue in a situation that you know will backfire if you give your two cents.

The Forty-Eighth: Brown Paper Packages

There are some days that I feel like I don't know what to do. On these days, I feel kind of lonely and weird. There are a few things that I can do that will help me. Here are some of them.

- Buying DVD's

- Watching Pokémon

- Listening to Katy Perry

- Compiling lists

- Making travel plans

- Organising my music

- Planning meals with exciting foods

- Twittering incessantly

- Watching Digimon

- Going through old Facebook photos

- Scrolling through pages of TFLN and MLIA

- Scanning eBay for old Nintendo items

- Thinking of birthday presents for friends

- Coming up with film scenes

- Matching music to the film scenes that I come up with

- Inviting friends to come over for themed get togethers (Harry Potter is tomorrow night)

- Creating Facebook events for above mentioned get togethers

- Looking at my Marcs fingerless gloves

- Looking at my 5000 other Marcs items

- Pining over Chanel online

- Thinking of something awesome to eat then travelling all the way to satisfy that hunger

- Sending a seriously witty text

- Making a list of things I need to put in an apartment

That's a few things that get me back on the right waves.

The Forty-Seventh: Tulips

They were brought to me in a bunch, but they hadn't yet bloomed.

They sat by my window until 3 days later, when they did indeed come to life.

Beautifully orange.

The flowers lingered for 2 more days before I began to hear the quiet sound of the petals dropping, one by one to the desk on which they sat.

I wish everything was as simple and peaceful as this.