30 Days Hath September

30 days also hath my age
Before it is left behind as another year
Of memories
Sucesses
Failures
Triumphs
Disappointments
Change.

I'm going to do a Daniel,
And make a list.
Not here though.
It's one I'll keep to myself.

I have thirty days
There are still some things I haven't done
Stupid, immature 18 year old things
That everybody does.
But that's okay.
I have thirty days
Until I get my green P's
Hello, legal passengers.
If we still had the Peugeot
I'd gather 7 people and drive them around
Just because I could.
Dammit.
Who has a people mover they'd like to lend me?

Hit
The
Road.

x

It's Been...

Well no.
It hasn't really been anything.
It is, instead.
It is, today, 5 weeks until my birthday
And 5 days until my "birthday"
Which I actually think is kinda cool.

Feeling lazy.
Inconvenient, since I signed up for a gym yesterday
I'm sure I won't keep that up for long.
We'll see, I guess.

It's unfortunate when things go so quickly.
Especially when you don't make the most of them.
It leaves you with a kind of wondering
What more could have been done?
Where would that have lead me?

But they are all quite pointless questions to ask,
Which is fine.
Leaves me room to think about other things.
However those other things seem pointless still,
Thoughts like
"I don't want to be old, Jordan
No one will like me!"
Who the hell thinks about that at 18?!

Hard to say.
Also,
I've decided I take movies and TV far too seriously.
NCIS
Skins
Twilight.
To name a few.
Sad, I know
BUT I WISH THEY WERE REAL.

I think
I should live in TV.
I would be better.
OH.
So much.
Although I'm not sure if you can even do that.
I should write to it.

"Dear TeeVee.
Can I live in you?
Pretty please?
♥ Wolfie."

I can see it now.
Regardless of my wish to live in TV,
I don't think it will happen.
Which is unfortunate!
Although, as it was pointed out
They'd play reruns of me
And people would get bored
And then I'd be demoted to late-night Foxtel.

I'm trying to think of a clever way to finish this.
I've pretty much said all I can say..
Without of course going into the events of the past days
Which have been mostly good
With only minor exceptions.
Again, I'm not being very specific.
Which defeats the purpose.
But I can't be.
I can't just blurt out whatever I want.
Well I could..
It is physically possible.
But potentially disastrous.

Moving on.
I actually have to finish this.

This is my life
Under
Pressure.

x

2 + 2 is .... 66?!

Well,
no.
In short, 2+2 is not 66.
Nor is it 44
But that is how long until my birthday
44 days.
Which isn't long, really.
It worries me just a little.
But it'll be fine, I'm sure.

So yesterday,
I finished my last exam.
Which was weird
Because my final year 12 exam last year
Was on the same day
Well..
The Monday following Cup Day
Not the actual date
But it was funny
And made me smile a little.

So tomorrow,
Rachel's parents are back.
There is a hole in their roof.
That's going to be a little awkward.
On the plus side,
MAV is fixed today.
Which is more than I can say for my car
As it is still whining rather loudly
And I'm sure it will continue to do so
Until I get it fixed.
Again.
I'm tired of it complaining.
I'm tired in general..

I shouldn't complain
It's hardly going to make people want to read this
Which I suppose is what I would like
Despite my prior posts suggesting otherwise
Same as my Twitter account I guess
But I should realise it isn't really going to happen
Which is to be expected

I think I'm rambling again
But I like it when that happens
I can just sit in this lull for awhile
Almost a 'flow'-like state
Stupid Csikszentmihalyi.
I swear I'll never forget that now.
ARI HASWARI.
UGH.

The next week is going to be fantastic.
I've got only my normal work hours
No uni
No exams
Nothing.
Nothing!
I do need to change the oil in the car though.
Again.
Excellent.

Oh,
Summer
Days.

x

One, Two, Three

I have to put this out there.
Even though Rachel,
You will probably be the only one to read it

BRITNEY'S NEW SONG
IS SO BLATANTLY
ABOUT THREESOMES
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE
HOW
IS IT POSSIBLE
FOR SUCH A SONG
TO PLAY ON OUR AIRWAVES
STUPID SLUT OF A WOMAN.

That is all.
I think.

Is
That
All
There
Is?

x

Delta

Holy shit.
It is really quite scary to think
That a year ago today
I was about to start an exam
Further or biology
I can't remember.
Really?
No.
It can't be.
But it is.

I am honestly struggling with that concept just a little bit.
Twelve months later
And a lot has changed
More than I could have imagined
Had I thought about it last year
But I guess

These
Things
Happen.

x

Daria

On another note.
It's November.
What the actual fuck?
Exams...work...holidays.
That is all that remains of this year, effectively.
Pretty much all I can say is

So
long
everybody.
Toodleoo!

x

One Way

Or another
I'm gonna get ya.

You contradictory bastard.
How dare you
Guilt trip me with your feelings
Then kick me to the kerb.
No,
I don't want to come back
But I'm taking back what's mine.