Just passing time here.

As you may or may not know, I arrived back today, around 11ish. I could bore you with all the details of how annoying that flight was, but you've had enough of me whinging anyway.

Just really annoyingly tired, with more work to do. Atleast I have some decent books to read.

Found out just how much I really missed my cat, I never really paid much attention to it before, I really don't know why I have so much affection for her now. It's nothing, anyway.

Erm um yes, I know I should say more and details and stuff, but yeah. Maybe later.

Hope everyone is having fun, see you all soon.

7 days.

Oh yeah! Go the multi-referencing! if you can figure out the two things that I'm referencing in the title, you got a carrot. and a potato. Until stocks last. Which they don't.

Tired, annoyed, obsessed, joyful, energetic, repressed and spiritual, all at the same time.

How do I do it? it's thanks to the power of multi-tasking! Huzzah! *holds up pen/penknife/torch/laser/camera/phone/gadgety-thingy*

I found out I absolutely love skiing, I don't know how, and I don't particularly know why either, but I like skiing. I went skiing on Sunday, had a lesson, and found out that skiing is actually a very easy and a very lazy sport. Too bad i'll probably never get a chance to do it, and the fact that it's one of the most expensive sports there is just makes it even worse. But skiing is good.

Came to L.A., found out I still need to put on more weight, despite having put on heaps of weight. Damn flights. Just came back from Knotts Berry Farm, which is actually a theme park, despite the name, but it's cool anyway. Rides are WAY better than Wonderland ever could be, so I'm satisfied there :) L.A. is just how I remember it (which isn't very well, but sorta/kinda) the smog, the weather, the upper-middle classiness, everything.

I'm out of things to say. Correction, I'm out of things I want to say. Correction, I'm out of things I don't know I want to say, but I'm out of things that came to mind right now that I wish to say. I think.

I'm pretty sure that made sense. If it did, please don't tell me.

Otherwise, hope everyone is having fun, and try and make sure Bob doesn't die. Or anyone of you for that matter. I'm not paying for a funeral.

Bye now, see you all soon.

I'm a fashion consultant, not an art critic.

The title didn't make any sense? Good, this'll force you to keep reading, which isn't exactly what I want. I don't really know what I want, so I guess it's okay.

I don't know why i'm typing this out at 6 in the morn, I stayed up all night packing and repacking, thanks to yesterday.

Yesterday (about 6 hours ago) was my birthday, and as such, I ended up duly treated as one is supposed to, which I felt was generally as you get treated on every other day of the year, but it seems that other people have different ideas of it. How quaint.

But anyway, went to the mall and bought some stuff, ate a little and ended up having restaurant people singing to me.

First, had some coffee (it was some caramel thing, it was way too sweet) then went down to clothing store, where I proceeded to buy more clothes. I've bought myself a whole new wardrobe while I was up here (it was dirt cheap too), the title should start making sense right around now. I've got too many clothes now, and run out of space. Which is why I stayed up all night packing and repacking.

I asked for a pocket watch (I need the time but I hate wristwatches) and a cd holder, as I have CDs. I didn't get my pocket watch, but we're to go look for that today anyway. I got my Cd holder from cousin, and also got a mini-pda thingy, which cost 97 cents, marked down from 12.50. You do the math.

Then went to restaurant, where my aunt decided to liberally splash the news that I was 16 around the place, resulting in three waiters and 4 other people singing Happy Birthday. Thankfully, it wasn't very crowded, and I was hiding behind a menu. Cake was good though.

Then bought some stuff, and then went to freakish Monstro-mart type thingy (think Woolworths, but the size of a warehouse, and with everything upsized, and like everything you can think of. It's scary.) Where I helped aunt do grocery shopping. The place was insanely huge, and everything was bulked. Everything. Very cheap, too.

So that was my birthday. Oddly enough, ended up doing stuff, and had a little bit of fun. However, this was just the retail therapy, I have an unhealthy habit of shopping for clothes. Shut up, I'm not that gay. Me, being the ultra P.C. person I am, was being metrosexual. So take that, Min-taec.

Mmmm, retail therapy...

Finally feeling tired from lack of sleep, I was wondering what took so long. Need to find one more thing here in the States, then I can't think of anything else to do.

Au revoir, ladies and gentlemen.

P.S. To all that sent emails for my birthday, hugs and general appreciation. To all that didn't, I hate you and I never want to see you again!!! *runs away crying* That or I forgive you. Though, really, there wasn't anything to forgive in the first place...

I'm 16.

It's been nearly an hour into my birthday, and I'm already enjoying myself. Unexpected windfall.

There's really not much to say. More correctly, there's probably a hell of a lot, but nothing much is coming to mind right now.

So i'm 16. I now have legal responsibilities, I have to pay more for movie tickets, I can begin to drive and I can have sex legally. That and i'm a year older.

What does all that mean? Does it mean I have to take it upon myself to be more responsible, more mature, more 'adult'? It could be, and in all likelihood it probably does.

Does older neccessarily mean being wiser? Would I say that last year, I was not as wise, not as intelligent? In my personal opinion, I think I have. I feel that i've transcended the usual basics of life, and I feel like i'm more informed, more intelligent. Though reality would most likely disagree with me.

I should probably reflect, but the past is a dangerous place to get lost in. I'm not sure whether i'll get out.

Things are only going to get worse before they get better.

Lazy sun
Your eyes catch the light
With promises that might
Come true for awhile
Oh I'll ride
Farther than I should
Harder than I could
Just to meet you there

I wish you good luck today, and every day after that.

Goodbye.

Had to post this.

Seen on the Cosby Show:

(Little girl playing checkers with little boy. Little girl trounces little boy and wins game.)

Little Girl: I win. You wanna play again?

Little Boy: Yeah, but first I want a glass of juice.

Little Girl: Okay, the juice is in the refirgerator.

Little Boy: No, I want you to get it for me.

Little Girl: Why?

Little Boy: Cause you're a woman, and you're supposed to do things like that.

And remember, this is the Cosby Show, so both of the characters are black and have those stereotypical voices, albeit with little girl/little boy overtones.

I'm missing you guys (and gals) like fuck. It's going to be my cousins b'day tomorrow, and mine in another 5 days. I'll be sixteen, then, though it doesn't really make a difference. I'll be leaving for L.A. a couple of days after that, and then for Sydney on the 27th.

It's snowing like fuck, my cousin has gotten three days off this week as snow days.

Hope you're having fun. I sure am, with the misogynism and all.

Quote for you all:

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity.

Another all-nighter.

This brings my all-nighter count to...8 or 9. I've lost track. Stayed up too many nights.

I have to do things, I have to think things, I'm suprised that I even have things.

It's the little things in life that weigh you down. But it's also the little things in life that lift you up.

A wave goodbye.

Tired, sleep deprived and annoyed. So why do I feel like i'm having fun?

A little bit of talk from me, so I can feel a little better.

Didn't do much for the past two days, played some b-ball (i'm in the hood, ya'll, represent! I'm sure min-taec will like that one) and played some American Football. Don't like it much, it's too start-stoppy. I'd rather play rugby, if I had to.

I'm sleep deprived as fuck, I still have jetlag (mainly because I haven't done anything about it...in fact, i've probably worsened it) my cousins are obnoxious at times, I'm getting amazing lazy at doing the important, yet active at doing needless.

Found I can't control my mind as well as I thought I could, that's somewhat of a worry. Started liking one of my cousins friends a little too much. I need severe beration, coupled with some confidence shattering. And he had the nicest blue eyes i've seen in while, almost as nice as jareds.

So here I am, languishing in another country, another timezone, where the food is slightly different, the people talk slightly differently and where the weather is radically different. I like this.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

A wishful gaze.

Sleep.

I have things to do. A few last things, then everything should be okay.

A perennial silence.

It's been three hours into the new year, and I already feel like crap.

Bitter. Bitter and resentful. Just how I fucking expected it.

Ignore this post completely, it's just me ranting and bitching.

I don't know why people get worked up over this. It's just another fucking day. Another fucking year. It's gonna fuck you over anyway, so why do you care?

Too many things are going through my mind, and I don't really need them. Someone shoot me. Lapsing back into suicidal state, but it's passing, and it's just me tired.

Too tired. Too angry. Too unhappy.

I absolutely love fantasies, don't you?

Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.

Ceci n'est pas la vie.

Have fun.

How shifty.

I don't even know why i'm doing this. I was going to play Icey Dale, cause I had nothing better to do, but decided to do this.

How do you feel?

Nothing much to say. Too much to repress. Too much to say. Not enough to say.

Seeking, but never finding, lusting, but never loving, surviving, but never living...

Hope your New Year turns out better than expected.

Good luck.