I am having a mid-blog crisis. You may be able to tell due to the insane and slightly psychotic revamp. I decided that instead of writing anything useful, amusing or even mildly entertaining, I would play around with settings and pictures, because I'm productive like that. Rest assured, however - they are my feet.
I really am sorry for being AWOL for such an extended period of time. I have a love-hate relationship with the world recently, and all the final-year-of-school stuff that piles up is taking its toll. Yet, I haven't neglected to stay true to what really matters: horribly trashy TV shows with lots of beautiful people (Vampire Diaries) and food (forever and always). Also, belly dancing, which I now do with my lonesome because my "friends" decided to overrule belly dancing classes for winter sport. Pah. They are not true masters of the belly. They have no mastery over their own bellies. I also know they look for their names in this blog, so here it is: Nicky and Caitlin, you have no mastery of your bellies.
Everything has got cold and sad. My school shoes are not waterproof. My mother keeps buying horrible raisins. I have taken to looking tastefully ungroomed and wearing an angsty expression while listening to angsty music. How else am I meant to convey my displeasure with the world? Songs on angsty playlist include:
Also, my friend Kurt, who has done wonderful things on triple J. This man right here:
Who makes sweet sweet music.
And who, despite what the picture may imply, has never undergone collagen injections.
I hope you liked Leroy. I like him a lot (don't worry, I am not going to become one of those people who knit themselves pajamas and bribe a pagan healer to 'marry' them to their favourite fictional character). He will return.
For now, stay alive and remain vigilant, lest the zombies attack. I say this because a man ate another man's face the other day. I do not lie, it was on the news. Although, to be fair, it was America.
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