The Turtle Club.

Dear you,
All I wanted was you.

You know who you are.
Honestly..
Love me.

Our ghostly adventure.

Dear Beechworthians,

Beechworth Ghost Tour; Suggested to go see.


La Trobe at Beechworth is located on the site of the former Mayday Hills Hospital or the Beechworth Lunatic Asylum as it was originally named.

Established in 1867 as one of three major asylums in the state of Victoria, the hospital operated for almost 130 years until its closure in 1995. During this time it grew to incorporate nearly 52 buildings spread across an 11 hectare site, at its peak accommodating over 1,000 patients.

^My Orb^

I dug it. Thanks Mairead for taking us, and also Anna for allowing me to crash at her play for the night :)

From me.

You are, the only exception.

Dear Paramore,

So, Brand new Eyes was meant to be coming out next Tuesday (29/9/09), but now it's coming out tomorrow? Hey, I'm not complaining, because it's effing amazing.

Listen to it here.

And here.

Also here.

Here too.

Click this one.

Here.

Press this.

Not with your finger, the mouse.

Do it.

Listen here.

Now.

Can't wait for my deluxe to arrive. Or send, Whatever.

From me.

EDIT: It's been sent, and it wasn't out last Friday. Sorry for the inconvenience.

My list.

Dear Paige,

I'm paranoid. One noise I hear in my bedroom at night will send me inside to sleep.

I'm anxious. Stomach pains run my life, so does anxiety.

I worry too much. Something so small, will take me to conclusions I shouldn't and wouldn't if i didn't worry.

I'm sensitive. One word you call me, could well and truly make me do a Niagara.

I'm ticklish. You can't touch me without me kicking you in the ribs.

I'm Delusional. I tend to hear and see things I shouldn't, not by choice.

I over think things. Some simple tasks that could be resolved the easy way, within 10 minutes. I usually take the hard route, within 40 minutes.

I'm scared of everything. Name one thing; no doubt I'll be afraid of it.

I'm curious. Anything I'm intrigued in, I tend to stick my nose into it; not literally.

I Procrastinate. Nothing happens, until the day before it's meant to.

I'm affectionate. You never see it, only if you're comfortable with me being comfortable.

I'm an observer. Everything you wish I hadn't seen, I did.

I'm inpatient. I wasn't born to wait.

I'm quick-tempered. That's right. Back off.

I'm imaginative. When reality isn't working out for me, I make up my own life.

I'm moody. 'Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get'.

I'm not independent. I depend on you, and only you.

I have OCD.

I'm ebullient. I try to bring the best out of others, but showing the best of me.

I get agitated easily. Anything can make me cry, or want to kill you.

I'm selfish. I can't help it.

You can't help me.

From me.

Kaya Scodelario.

Dear Kaya Scodelario,

Favourite charator on skins.

Fo rizzle.

"Sometimes I think I was born backwards.

You know, come out my mum the wrong way.

I hear words come pass me backwards.

The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate..." -Effy Stonem

From me.

Sims.

Dear EA games,
Thank-you for creating the most amazingest game ever.

From me.

You know who you are.

Dear you,

I don't like lies, nor do I like liers.
I don't really get why it happens, you know? Sure I lie. But not life changing lies. Like I don't lie about something I had done in my past and make it a big factor in my life so when the truth does come out nothing changes. Although when that situation does come along, I'll handle it well.
Do people deserve to have friends when they lie so hugely?
Is it bad to ignore the fact that they lied?
Is that the end of their lies?
What happens next?

I don't like it when people block you out.
It's difficult to help then when they put walls up. After all this time you've tried to break them down, there they go again. Re-building them. Do I keep trying to help you, or will you just reject me. Over and over again.

I don't like the fake people.
It's pretty hard trying to figure out who the real ones are and who are just there for comfort. You'd have to know who the person was really well, before you start to make any judgments on who is faking it. But it's alright, because I've learnt to see through the ones I shouldn't trust. Trust is one of the biggest factors of my life, and without it I can't see anything working out.
Should I try to change them?
or accept them as they are, then move on?

I don't like feeling horrible.
It's when you feel like shit, and you see them being alright is when it hits that nothing will change. I've tried to help you but again with the walls.

I hate this :)
I am finding out that maybe I was wrong.
That I'm falling down,
And i can't do this alone.
Stay with me.
This is what I need, Please.


From me.

Brick By Boring Brick.

Dear people that get jealous really easily,
I ordered it. Finally.

I haven't really had the best week, but this moment out of all of them (apart from dancing with Nikki and Anna) would have to be in my top 2.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.

And her head in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba

From me.

It's attached to your rod mother licker.

Dear Mighty Boosh Managament,
What a fantastic show you've layed upon us. I love it, One thing that makes me truely giggle.

Soup Soup!
Tasty Soup Soup!
Spicy carrot and corriander,
Chilli chowder.
Crouton Crouton,
Crunch friends in a liquid broth .
I am gespatchio Oh!
I am a summer soup Mmmm!
Miso Miso,
Fighting in the dojo.
Miso Miso ,
Oriental Prince in the land of soup.

I wish my blog was prettier.
From me.

Wake me up when September ends.

Dear Green Day,

Such a good song you shall lay upon us this fine evening. September has just begun, and you know how to say it best. Why should we bear the pain this up and coming season shall stick us with? Thy Magpie shall all rot in hell.




Summer has come and passed,
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my father's come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.

Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.

From me.