when I trip on my feet, look at the ground the words are written in the dust

You know what, I was wavering in my shower musing on things to write in here. Swaying off-kilter in a daze.

Got out, ate a banana, pondered about the Windows 7 that my dad was struggling with, waited for my sister to move off the computer (which involved a lot of "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT" from my sister for once) then came on here.

And completely forgot what I was going to write about.

So um, hello.

I haven't written on here for a while. I'm not sure why, I still have a shitload of ramblings floating around, giving me a headache every waking second. I've been busy? That's a lame excuse. Sounds like the excuses I use to fob off this unwanted rapist who keeps turning up everywhere. The fact that I'm four years younger than him hasn't even perturbed him. I'm too scared to just tell him to fuck off and he's no help whatsoever. Oh well.

It's almost summer. With every new freckle it seems closer and closer. I'm going to be bored. Hmm.

To do list time!

TO DO:

- watch a Jackie Chan movie (I'm ashamed of myself for not having done this sooner)

- go to at least one piss up in a park and stay FOR THE WHOLE TIME .. or at least 'til like eleven or whatever

- paint my study

- learn to cook at least one meal, at least pasta

- learn a bit more guitar and practise singing for god's sake

- three words: TOY. STORY. THREE.

- check if I'm still allergic to face paint

- more water fights but preferably outside this time

- have that tea party she promised ages ago

- find a pet shop that sells tortoises for future reference

- buy that fucking Diana F+ already

- go to the seaside

- go to Camden

- get lost somewhere stupid

- have an adventure

I'd like to put other on there like build a treehouse and go to Sweden with him but I have to be realistic. Most of those will not be done. I will be far too busy sleeping my way through the holidays, awakening only for music festivals and awful movie marathons. Fun fun.

I need more music, I have to get round to sorting out my iPod at some point and it would be reassuring if I had a load of backups in case everything goes shit side up. I would love to find my own sound. I'm a bit lost within noise at the moment, nothing is really outlining me particularly, Sure there are things I like and listen to but I'm not so enthusiastic as I used to be which is a shame. I'll add it onto my to do list: put in more effort concerning finding new music.

Anyway, as always I thought I'd leave you with a picture.

Did I mention how much I love tortoises?

He's put it as his phone wallpaper so now I can obsess over it even more.

I WANT ONE.

The lucky fucking prick riding him...

STOP TAUNTING THE POOR TORTOISE.

I would love it far more than you ever could.