Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
She Found Me
After two weeks and three days of hiding, I have finally been found. About a minute of conversation containing the pastandthepresent followed before I had to run away.
That's all for today.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Scatteredishness
Hi, I'm back again - that is, if you noticed that I went in the first place. I was going through a bit of an odd patch and decided to write amounts of nothingless on my blog for three days. Sorry about that if that left you a bit...-insert how you felt here-. I promise not to do that again, that is - if you don't like it.
If you'd like to know, I haven't thought about project 2) for a few days. I last checked in on Friday, contemplated checking it on Monday - but ended up not doing so. My personal forecast tells me that I will probably regularly check on it on Fridays from now on. It's weird when you suddenly realise that you have not thought about something for a few days. Not even fleetingly.
Is there a certain sense by which you remember things best? Today, I figured out that my best remembered sense would probably be smell. On a sub-concious level. Consciously, it would be visual/sight. My auditory memory is worse than yours, and yours too. Anything said during the day will turn into a mass of jumbled up mush by the end.
Am I rambling? Sorry.
heroine
Je m’appelle Jo-Wilfried Tsonga. Quand j’étais petite, J’habitais à Le Mans, France. J’ai commencé à jouer au tennis quand j’avais sept ans. Je jouais le tennis avec Gaël Monfils. Mon père était un joueur de handball. J’ai un frère, Enzo, et une sœur, Sasha.
This is all I can find and it's not enough :(
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
americano
I'm going to write a will just in case I die soon :)
So since you're reading it you can be in charge of making sure this happens
Kidding, I don't really care :)
Eliza can have my guitar if she wants it - it would be pretty weird having a dead person's guitar
Whoever fits my ice skates can have them
Those are the only expensive things I own. haha
Whoever wants my uniform can have that - please please please don't sell it to school though they make enough money already and it's such a rip off
My clothes and shoes and all that can go to an op shop..unless anyone wants them
Only good photos of me are allowed on the paper if I'm stabbed or murdered or something
Whatever money that was actually mine not my parents (this is me hoping I'll get a job) can go to charity - I'm thinking world vision or cancer council
iPod, phone etc. ummm I guess do anything with that - with my phone how about someone keep it and text people to freak them out :)
I don't care if I'm buried or not but hmmm. If I'm cremated chuck the ashes somewhere otherwise it's creepy. Maybe in the Yarra cause there's heaps of dead stuff in there anyway :)
Wow I feel so bossy :D
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