My Perfect Life

When I started this thing I said I was going to post on it every day, and the reason I stopped was because I usually did nothing with my day to blog about. It wasn't until today when I realised that blogging isn't about simply recounting your day, but more a reflection on it. I want to try blogging a bit more than I have been, starting now.

So while I woke up earlier than my eyes would have liked to wait in the cold to practice a play we never got around to rehearsing, I have furthered my understanding that school is wasting my life. Understandable that without it I probably won't get any worthy jobs, but I find that I could be doing a lot more if I had more time. For instance, today I wanted to try and write (yet again) another story/novel type thing. But I think the reason I never finish those is because I'm always too tied down with homework and other obligations.

My perfect life would be this: being a successful YouTuber making videos every 3 days or so about things that matter to me while keeping an updated blog (on my own website) and keeping busy by writing short stories or music. Even though that seems like such a nothing job that pays literally mere dollars, I don't want a hustle and bustle of a life. I want to live life the way I want: relaxed and enjoyable. I know everyone wants that and it's near impossible to survive like that, but I can dream can't I?

If you're reading this and you wonder why being a movie star actor thing isn't in my perfect life vision, it's because I don't think it's acting that I enjoy, it's having an attentive audience that wants to watch or listen to me. That's what I want. I really need to start a YouTube channel, hey?

I think once I leave school I'm not going to rush into anything, I want to take things slow and just enjoy life while I can. I'll still aim for NIDA because it gives me something to shoot for, even if it's not truly what I want to do.

That Heartwarming Sound

While I was sitting in the car today playing with mum's keys like a three year old would, it reminded me of how hearing the sound of mum's car keys jingling would just instantly make me happy. Okay, fine, I'll explain before you all think I'm a freak.

When I was a kid, I could always tell my mum was coming (usually to pick me up from day care or something like that), and it always comforted me because I love being with my mum. Hearing that sound of her keys was just like "Oh, she's here now! I don't have to be here anymore!" so it has always given a sense of comfort and safety I guess (wow, I sound so lame right now).

I could write a bit more, but I feel like I'm digging myself some kind of hole here. So this post ends when I finish this sentence.

Thought-Theatre: Gods of War

I finally remembered another thing that happened with that kid who called me the "C" word (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, read this).

I was outside once again (not sure where - could have been my front yard or the park 10 seconds away). I was playing peacefully, which was most likely some kind of Pokemon or Mario game I played by myself, when him and a bunch of his friends (there was at least 3 others, and I think it was 2 guys and one girl), all on bikes, came up to me and started talking to me; but it was that "we just want to pick on you" talk. I'm almost certain I threatened to get my brother onto them, because I thought my brother was really strong just because he was older. I think they laughed at me.

I went inside to get my brother and his friend Andrew (who is one of the nicest guys in the world) who were watching TV at the time. I remember Andrew pouncing out of the chair and was on strict alert, and my brother unenthusiastically followed. I remember going around to the side of the house to fill up water bombs to chuck at them.

When we were walking up towards them, I had that huge rush of adrenaline you get when you're about to kick some serious ass or save the day. Matt, Andrew, and I each had about 3 to 5 water bombs, and Andrew started that whole 'defensive' talk back to the them, and I remember throwing a water bomb at one of the kid's tyres (I think he was about my age and had long blonde hair), and knowing my luck, the water bomb didn't pop but just rolled around on the road. They all laughed at me.

Sadly, that's where my heroic thought ends: knowing that I failed. But I'm pretty sure we won the war.

Deep Yearning

We'll miss her smile.
We'll miss her laugh.
We'll miss her strength.
We'll miss her craft.
We'll miss her energy.
We'll miss her care.
We'll miss her voice.
We'll miss her hair.
We'll miss her accent.
We'll miss her words.
We'll miss her flaws.
We'll miss her 'till it hurts.
We'll miss her clothes.
We'll miss her smell.
We'll miss her singing.
We'll miss her belle.
We'll miss her tears.
We'll miss her entrance.
We'll miss her jokes.
But most of all, we'll miss her presence.

Dedicated to the world's best German-turned-Australian exchange student, Lou.

With love from everyone at Moruya High School.