Farewell

My brother found my blog.
Shit.
Now I really can't post here v_v
If you'd like to know my new home, feel free to email me at katiexx(at)gmail(dot)com.

My Life Currently

It's Christmas, but it doesn't feel like it.
We have our old neighbours over, from when we lived in the UK. It's is so wonderful to see them again!
My cousins are coming over on Monday, but are leaving for Christmas.
I must get off the computer soon.

I hate to admit it, but looking at an empty entry-writing box is very intimidating. I'm almost forcing myself to write here. Maybe I should just pack up and go, actually use one of the many blogging platforms I have registered with. I just can't express myself here, I feel as if I must write for someone other than myself, even if I know no one reads this. I want to be able to express myself, write about my family and home without feeling like I'm going to be stalked, roleplay here and there, post funny conversation logs, write about the true me and talk about books I'm reading, emotions I'm experiencing. Have a real blog, have a real journal.
Maybe I should leave, run away from the problem-- if you would call it a problem. Or just stop blogging altogether.

But maybe I shouldn't.

Almost Thoughtless

I haven't many thoughts today. Well, I did, but I've forgotten most of them. My dad has his business partner over. I'm making my present for my Secret Santa for Bloggers blogger. I think it's pretty cool :) And it's hard to improvise on the web, I mean, it's not like you can send them a candy cane or something. I would say more, but I don't know who's reading XD

Well, things are running smoothly in my world. Except the for the fact that there's a meteor shower expected to hit the town (the other meteorite was the beginning of this shower apparently) which'll probably wipe us out, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Nice to know, huh? They say the other meteorite took two million years to get here. It was so big that if it had hit us it would have wiped the town out there and then. Just like that. Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie, but far from as entertaining!

Peace be with you,
-D

Letter to Myself

Dear Mind,

Hello, it's me again. Do you remember me? I know it's been a long time since we talked, and that's probably the reason I've been feeling blank lately. I miss the days we would get carried away in endless spiel of conversation, I would pour out my problems, and you would always give me great advice. Now I'm here again, the same old me- whether that's a good thing, I can't tell. I am here to ask for forgiveness, and to be once again like we were, because it seems I can't live otherwise.

Your friend,
Daydy

Procrasination

One word, one ordinary word, that can lead to the downfall of our society. We all, each and every one of us, has an ambition- a dream, a goal. Many of us are capable of fulfilling these ambitions, but yet, they are still undone.

I am living proof of this. I want to make it with digital art- I'm desperate for a graphics tablet. I get a graphics tablet. Now, where's all my digital art run off to then? Mmm? Into the voids of nonexistence (although technically they do not exist so have no ability to run into any void whatsoever...See? I'm having a frustrational breakdown here!). That's not the only thing either.

Perhaps it's just a case of me getting off my fat ass and doing something with my life, that's not associated with the word 'digital'. I feel like I just waste it sometimes. It's like seeing my whole life flash past my eyes, and just as it's ending I wish I'd been part of that world. You can just imagine me, reaching out at the last minute, grasping thin air in vain, as if searching for something to hold onto, to pull me out of this universe of nothingness I've become part of. A universe of nothingness that is about to end.
Even nothing hurts to lose.

(I could write more, so perhaps tomorrow? Hehehehe....Seriously though.)

Anyway, I set the printer up today, which reminds me- gotta print off some of my favourite poems. Hmmm, what else? I changed the layout- this one is less of an eyesore....

A meteorite landed near our area! Friends say they felt rumblings when they were up at about 4am or so. Read more. Oh, and we've had an enormous bushfire the other day- the fact that is was a westerly wind on a 45 degrees celcius day didn't help much either. Once again, right near my house. The same bushlands were lit again today, but they were controlled soon. There have been rumours flying around about the people who did it- the scumbags.

Class is ok, I have to finish writing my argument about protecting Antarctica. Honestly, can't we just leave it to the Greenies? Like they've got anything better to do than complain for nature anyway...

Oh well, until next time I guess.
-D

Blog Block?

Oh dear, oh deary deary dear. It seems I have sunk low enough to be struck by a case of 'blog block'. I have tried everything- from memes to visual prompts, and yet I still come up with any interesting content for my (few, I might add) readers. Forgive me. I've been relentlessly plugging my blog, and some have been kind enough to link me of their own accord, and I thank them. Have you heard of this new 'Spaces' blog service msn has (old news, no doubt)? Oh, and I did a photmanip last night- it's meant to be thought provoking. Have a look and tell me the first thing that comes into your head when you look at the picture, no matter how absurd, by commenting on this post. Are you game?


Want more?

My muse paid a visit this evening...

I watched her, flailing; a pitiful sight. I could almost feel the scraping as each strangled breath left her lips and entered the void of consciousness, almost leaving her behind in it's rush to reach atmosphere. I smiled, humoured by her struggling. It seemed she was so immersed in keeping the rythm of the drum beat in her chest, she had forgotten a most vital thing. The key to end her jeopardy. It seemed she had forgotten all I had told her, explained to her. It seemed she had forgotten herself. An offense punishable with destruction. I chuckled as I flicked the switch, and watched the light in her eyes flicker and the choked breathing flee. Flee forever.
And with that, I turned on my heel, satisfaction trickling through my veins like the tears mourning her soul.

© 2004 Daydy/Pointy Things