Everybody Makes Mistakes... with Telescopes

“Fascinating men are always fascinated by telescopes.”

This is a line from the book I’m currently reading, The Secret Language of Girls.

I’m currently writing this with my jumbo Hannah Montana pen which is taller in height than my book... and I’m leaning against a HSM notebook with Gabriella’s face on it... man I’m cool.

What’s even more depressing is that I found a pair of Hannah Montana boxers in the drawer while in search of a pyjama top. They still have the tag on! I’d like to point out that the only one of those three things actually bought by me was the pen.

If Andy is reading this, I completely relate to your latest blog (or the latest blog I’ve read). My life is like running circles around a tree. This is completely unrelated but it reminded me of a song called “Only Nineteen” which is about the war + stuff that they play here on ANZAC day.

I’m writing this Tuesday night (morning, in America) because my blog today was just stuff I did at work and I’m anticipating that will get incredibly boring after a while.

I am probably the laziest, messiest and disorganised person I know. Coupled with the habit of procrastination and it is not a good mix. I have to get up and get ready for work straight away in the morning so I keep everything I need in certain spots around my room. My jacket is on the top bunk, my bag is on the bean bag, etc. This is as about as organised as I get.

I always tend to leave things until my whole family has gone to bed and one of these things is cleaning my teeth. I hate it because the walk down the hallway is horrific. I have WOODEN floors and it is next to impossible to step without making a sound. I also seem incapable of shutting doors quietly. And I randomly squealed “Scale!” while I was in the bathroom.

I haven’t really been getting into the whole Twitter trends thing but today I tried it for the first time! That “What’s your porn star name?” thing from when I was in grade... six (2003) is a top trend at the moment. They just plonked Twitter in front and ta da! New game.

Mine is Tori Lockwood. That’s kind of cool, now that I think about it... as long as I don’t mention that Tori was pronounced ‘Toh-ree.’ Oh shoot...
Tori was my bird that died. I actually wrote into HR about this an it was on Episode 12, which I’ve only listened to twice because it was so embarrassing. Tori is the Japanese word for bird, just to clarify. ‘Tori no namae wa Tori desu.’ = My bird’s name is bird.

I think I can say the street name because it’s not even in Australia. ‘Lockwood Crescent.’ I remember little about this house except that my sister crawled inside the cupboard.

I’m not sure what that thing you said in your blog was Andy but I’m pretty sure it’s French. It reminds me of my old manager Michael’s tattoo that said ‘Ah, that’s life,’ in French. I’d laugh if that was what yours actually said.

My pyjama top has ducks and bubbles on it. What frightens me the most about my life right now is the responsibility. What happened to when you were younger and you didn’t have to think or worry, and you could roll in the grass without stressing about the fact that you’ll have to put the clothes you’re wearing through the wash?

“A friend is someone whose face you can see in the dark.” This is another line from my book. I’m going to kick it back with my own line. “A friend is someone whose presence will leave a mark.”

On that note,

Word to your bookshelf,

Kassi

Days I’ve Worked Full Time: 42
Books I’ve Read in 2009: 40
Days Till I Leave for Azkatraz: 63
Days Till I Meet John Green: 15

Moment of the Day:

Me: [to Sam] Why does it feel like I live here [McDonalds]?