Francesrosey

Watching C4 animation night in bed with 2 awesome flatmates, souvalaki, turkish delight chocolate and popcorn.

sweet!

So, its been a week, my book reading has been crappy. I lack a lot of time to do it. I drank too much last week. I had a good time, but I can’t do that all the time. Everything around me suffers.
I have however picked up some amazing music, Mercury Rev, Travis, Northern State, That Shins album I meant to buy an age ago, A Gin Club CD for Joff…. also I borrowed Dudley Benson off David. I must go buy this album in the next week. Its so fucking amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N93U_TTI754

This is going on my mix cd for the special people I adore.

I’ve been writing lots of notes to self at work with tracks I want to put on various mixes for people. I helped Will with an arts and crafts night so I’m pretty inspired for making sweet covers. Mine totally failed cause I couldn’t think of a good idea, but I have one now.

Tehehe
*secret squirrel*

umm. Oh yes. The book reading is going slowly. I don’t have a lot of spare time so its limited to a few lunch hours where I choose to have some alone time. Which in a good way, hasn’t been many. Netta made me a picnic lunch which was so awesome. I wish she was my girlfriend- tehehe, cause a picnic like that would make me swoon. Then on Tuesday James, T’Nealle and David came and hung in Linwood. It really is a crappy place to get lunch. I had my chicken don from the mall… -pretty much the only good meal, and they got fish and chips from the party pill cum takeaway shop on Linwood Ave. T’Nealle wanted to go to Nuggets. I convinced her that those sorts of pubs are best not frequented. Ever.

After yesterday’s flurry of average quality updates, I again today am quite bored and lethargic.
I sat down at the library at lunchtime because it was too cold in the park and the tea room at work is just a little too depressing.
I finished the book David lent me yesterday, I have to admit I didn’t take too much in from it but enjoyed reading it. So I went to the library and after much deliberation decided I would finally cave into reading Murikami. I’m sure Caroline and Mr. Godlivitch will be so very proud after telling me for at least 8 years that I should.

At a request, a fine selection of the terrible writings from todays trip to the park.

Teenage romance
sneaking out on a cold Autumn day
to cuddle by a playground
and touch each other inappropriately.
While friends wait on nearby swings.

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Got too drunk
and now I’m lying
on a park bench at lunchtime
attempting to sober myself
for an afternoon pretending to look busy.

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My fingers are ice
the dog pisses on a tree
and runs to greet his owner
Children chatter
and I lie down
and die a little more.

______________

I’ve lost my ability to
drawn pictures
or make sense
stupidity overwhelms.

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Five more minutes
before I’m snapped back to
reality.
I prefer fiction.

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Hopeless romantics
get their hearts crushed frequently,
and I can’t take it
so I pretend that I’m not.

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I used to write shit poetry for you…
apparently
nothing has changed.

bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored

Its almost contagious this lethargy that seems to be going round the office.

I wrote bad poetry at lunchtime in the park. I was bored and trying not to be sick from over indulgence. Funny, it didn’t seem so bad last night. This morning I just felt crusty. I think the lack of proper sleep had a lot more to do with it.

There were actually a lot of kids hanging out in the park today- school holidays mean they all have nothing to do but loiter in the park. Apparently the mall over the road was pretty dead. I guess there is hope for the youth of today yet that they’d rather just hang out and cause trouble in a park rather than a mall.

I’m going to stop being emo, that last entry was rather embarrassing when I think about it. I’m not seventeen and therefore its not very becoming of me. I didn’t sleep well last night and its put me in a bad mood. I’m sure it was a combination of too much to drink, my bed being too warm, Eamonn’s music first, then the sound of who knows what the fuck he was doing… sounded like re-arranging furniture. I need to lay off the tequila too, not that I’d drink that much that often. Its just that it was the holidays and I was finally relaxed about not being at work, and not having anything important to do.

Saturday night I got astoundingly drunk without any intention to. I went to hide Easter eggs and ended up sitting round the kitchen counter at T’Nealles, drinking vanilla vodka and lemonade. Having not eaten a proper meal all day it hit me surprisingly hard. In fact so much so, that I jogged the whole way home. Me running? totally ridiculous.

I can’t stop yawning. This is silly. I need more sleep… should have gone to bed earlier. That said, I probably couldn’t have fallen asleep earlier. Also, I missed my alarm clock this morning and was super late.

I have that boat song stuck in my head.

I blame David even though I he hasn’t been home since Thursday.

“If love blinds then lust gouges out your eyes and renders you an irrational mess.”

Hmmm…. a quote to start things off. Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing floating along here. I’m sure I’ll figure it out sometime.
Today I was reading Shane and Sarah’s blog and about their first year anniversary. It made me sad that I never had that kind of experience with a person… She’s a lucky lady, but I think she knows that.

“Lust differs from love like night differs from day.”

The person who wrote this essay on being in lust is obviously quite bitter.
I’m just trying to stay positive at times.

“When a man’s in lust he doesn’t care if he and his partner have anything in common.”

I guess though, caution is better than being with someone you will regret, and realise soon you have nothing to talk about, and are not on the same page.

Really the more I think about these things, the more I realise how nearly everyone messes things up. No one in this house is in love, we’re all drowning.