I SWEAR I'M NOT EMO.

Hot little hands and a stone-cold heart

Splicing and shredding this construct apart

Love can’t win when it’s not in play

How can it sing when it does’nt have a say?

It whispers in cracks of dark mind-gloom

A box in an empty corner of the room

That we once lived in, this castle of ours

Built from forever gazing up (see those stars xx)

Brick by shtick and stones on loan

Every day was a bill to repay

But you forgot to mention that chivalry is dead

And i had to pick up the tab instead

Sharing is caring and you stole me away

Didn’t leave me any part of myself, except the part that could hurt.

SO I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH A BREAK-UP RECENTLY.

But if a girl can't write emo break-up prose then I simply do not comprehend the world I live in, nor do I wish to. I'm sorry it's been a while my pets, shit's been cray and living must be done before I can write my random-ness down. Living includes maths assesments. As in the one tomorrow. As in the one I have studied really hard for AND IF I DON'T PASS THEN I AM DROPPING OUT TO GO BE A POLE DANCER BECAUSE THAT'S ALL IM GOOD FOR CLEARLY. kbye xx

Assessments.

I Feel Like I'm Going To Die


Panic attacks and fights like a viral infection
Red-lighting  my mind's  neural intersection
Can you hear that high-pitched vocal inflection?
It's just me internally, screaming for a re-election :


Because clearly the authority within in my mind right now
Is an entity with as much sense as the common cow
Even after every noble self made promise and vow
My actions remain free-willed and refusing to bow


To what I'm well aware is for the good and best
It's like being in Iraq and Ebay-ing your bullet-proof vest
Just for a lol and to experience the zest
Of being examined upon life, and failing the test


While we're on this topic, guess what's tomorrow?
My modern history assessment! What joy! (read:sorrow)
All the study I've been doing my mind will now borrow
LOL JOKES in procrastination I've been far too thorough


Because what have I been doing while letting my education lag?
I've been scrolling down pages of useless 9gag.




I'm not even joking guys, I haven't been this doom-ridden since the last Harry Potter novel came out and I realised I would have to change the reason behind my life. I know I'm going to fail. You know how I know that? Becasue I know that I know that I know nothing.
And that may lead you to believe that I know something, ANYTHING.


But I really don't.


Aware of my own stupidity, I write ridiculous poetry and watch the minutes tick on past, all while berrating myself. It reminds me of what Einstein said, something like "Insanity is doing the same thing a thousand times over and expecting different results."
If we're going to go by that definition, you know, by one of the greatest minds of our time.....


Then I am the definition of insane.


okaybye and good luck to all you studiers. screw you all. xx

"Mr. Potter : our new celebrity."

Hello again.


YES, I KNOW. I'M SHOCKED TOO. I updated again within two weeks! Goodness me, it's almost like I'm reliable. Almost. Not quite. ANWAYS :


I'm hoisting my eternal love for all things Harry Potter related upon you only because I am a lazy idiot who is too lazy to work and then wonders why I don't do well in assessments. Yes, assessments. You know, the ones in about 48 hours? Yeah, those. Have I studied I hear you question?


HA. Oh you guys.


NO OF COURSE I HAVEN'T!
I wrote this instead! A far more worthy use of time I would wager. Now if only I can find a way of relating this into modern history  - maybe Emmeline Pankhurst loved sorcery? - I'll be set.


Mr. Potter

Famed for his scar and quick flight on a broom,

Everyone stares when he enters the room.

He’s young and angsty, his past full of trouble,

His future guided by Dumbledore and Mcgonnigal.

His best friend’s Ron (who owns an evil rat),

His sidekick’s Hermione (the nerd with the cat).

But he’s also got friends like Hagrid and Dobby,

Who benevolently supress his rule breaking hobby

He’s battled huge snakes with venom dripping fangs,

Gone one-on-one with Deatheater gangs.

He has a history of sucsessful giant maze navaigation,

Always scrapes  through every desperate situation.

He’s had friends become enemies and visa verca,

And if you really piss him off he’s sure to curse ya.

He’s quite short, I know but have you seen those eyes?

Green emeralds sparkle among the rest of those guys

His wand handling technique is experienced and bold

I’m told by Cho (slut) it’s quite something to behold

Don’t worry though – I’m well aware of all his many flaws

But frankly they seceed to the charms in his drawers

But it’s more than just that, I feel obliged to stress

We dream of having kids – but first comes  the white dress

I’m Ginny by the way, and his name is Harry

And one day, i know, he’s the boy im gonna marry.

IRON WILL OF IRONY

So it occurred to me today that it seems rather ironic that I dared to call this (blog?) Word Collector. while failing to provide it with words to....collect. After much consideration of this shameful double standard (The Gillard Government should hire me.) I collated my thoughts and established the following options.


1. Change the name of the blog to something that in no way implied me to write on it.
    ....Then I realised that even I, the master of illogical logic, couldn't justify writing a blog that didn't need me to    
    write on it. Scrap Option One.


2. Write on the blog.
    ....I saw potential. I was going to go with this but then my mind conjured up  -


3. Get the leprechauns to write for me.
    ....why didn't I think of that earlier?


So I've had a chat to them and they'll be ready to work from next week onwards for the meagre price of one pot of gold and potato famine insurance. I almost feel like I'm taking advantage of the poor things.


ANYWAY! Now that I'm here, I'll try not to codify my hallucinogenic rants. If I'm going to bother to write anything I should really try and make it comprehendable. Or not. I have a feeling that if anyone reads this, it's not going to be for my serious take on contemporary politcal issues. So we may all have to embrace my love for the ridiculous. On that note, here, have a picture :

Sigh. I don't even like Dan-Rad, but he IS Harry Potter.
And I'm not gonna lie. This picture is smokin'.


...You're right. I'll just stick to writing. I'll leave the jokes for the unfortunate people who made friends with me.


Tonight I went on a bit of a tumblr rampage. I'm having a bit of a thing for James Dean - esque guys atm, so anyone who has a bike just went up about 50 points in my eyes. BOYS, GET YOUR LICENSE. Yes, I know, yet another double standard - I'm almost 17 and in all those years I still haven't rounded up the effort to sit my L's. However its not like i need them - i walk to the kitchen, not drive.


GAHHHH I HAVE THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL SOUNDTRACK STUCK IN MY HEAD. It's one loud, strange cacophony of cross-dressing men and wenches singing about the French Revolution and falcons in dives, while in the background, "I hear he cracks the longest whip." This is surely the first step towards insanity. Maybe that was a while back though, like when I employed the leprechauns. Yep, that was definitely it.


I'm going to leave you now with two treats, one definitely more merry than the other.


Firstly, this, because I enjoy it and it's uplifting :

And secondly this, because I felt like writing properly for the first time in about a month ( rusty and depressed, but hey it's a start) :

Emotional Baggage ( literally interpreted for your convenience. Idiot) 

Bloated brown leather with a handle on top

Four corners make a mindful suitcase

Flung open, filled in, falling with a flop

It ques with the line of things I can’t face.

The handle is worn, grip marks show clear

So. So heavy without the heave of will

The burden behind growing with every year

How long till it snaps? Till the contents spill?

Yet the metal clasps remain firm to latch

A saviour of the whole damned mess

Always holding tight what my mind can’t catch

My packing lies safe ; my mouth won’t guess

But just as I’m packed and ready to go

Comes a moment of passive fustration

I throw it all down, rip it open and lo –

See my meaningless ministrations

What’s the worth of my plans and my schemeing

If it thieves the place of hopeful dreaming?

 OKAY BYEE KIDS

Bloody Blood

Hey kids!


So today I went to the Red Cross Youth Ambassador training day, and now I am back to yet again thrust social activism in all of your unwilling faces!


I'm actually surprised anyone reads this, I mean, I'm annoying MYSELF at this rate haha....


ANYWAY GUYS! Here's the quick and easy link that will take you directly to becoming a better person, enjoy : http://www.redcross.org.au/


Also, here's something weird. Today I made up with someone I've inadvertently been having somewhat of a feud with. And you know why this person randomly decided to hate me and cause me much angst and concern over what I possibly could have done?


I INTIMIDATED THEM.


When we first met. Apparently I'm intimidating.


......I KNOW RIGHT. WHO ELSE IS SURPRISED?


I thought with my ridiculous face-pulling, outrageously hipster clothes and ability to turn any sentence into a song - my best work today was "Oh look! Some blood! I hope it doesn't flood!" - meant that people were more likely to be either bemused or annoyed by me. But nay. Apparently all this enthusiasm is terrifying.


I wonder if that person is afraid of small, very cute puppies as well.


But anyway, it's good to have ended that feud. I don't really hold a grudge easily so it was sort of awkward. It was like Germany back in the day (the Hitler day) randomly trying to start a fight with Switzerland, like :


"HEY YOU. YOUUU SWISS DOGS YOU. YOU WITH YOUR CHOCOLATE AND YOUR ALPS THINK YOU'RE SOOO COOL DON'T YOU? YEAH, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST HIDE LIKE A PANSY OVER THERE WITH ITALY AND FRANCE BUT REALLY YOU ARE JUST A POSER. YOU JUST LOVE YOURSELF DON'T YOU?"


"Ehhhh, not really. We tink we are alright. You know. Nutthink too speshale. Maybe a 7/10 on a good day, when the alps are being ze good little mountains and ze chocolate is nice I suppose. And how are you, Germany? Got those anger issues under control yet?"


"Bitch, please......ATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK"


I swear that's what it felt like at the time. ANYWAY! Germany has now made peace and Switzerland is cool with that. As always :)


ANYWAY! This was simply a way for me to divert my time into a pursuit that wasn't homework. Mission achieved. I have successfully wasted time and fucked myself over for tomorrow.


SWEET. hehe okaybye

"Raindrops keep falling on my Head" + the rest of me

I honestly don’t know why people don’t like walking in the rain. I like it. In fact, I would say it’s way more fun than your average mainstream  meander across sunlight meadows or whatnot.

 I absolutley hate it when girls freak out about walking in the rain becuase of hair/makeup/shite priorities in life. I’m sorry, but if walking in the rain is REALLY going to damage your appearance THAT MUCH...then just wear a paper bag on your head for the rest of our sakes. No, no, i jest, but the point remains that your perfectly straightened hair and Napolean Perdis face might be ruined temporarily – BUT NO ONE BUT YOU CARES. I’M SORRY THATS JUST THE TRUTH. I SAID IT. And if your boyfriend or whatever is more foccussed on your hair and makeup rather than the fact you are soaking wet, POSSIBLEY in a white tee shirt, then, yeah, both of you need to just priorities. Come on people.

That being said, seeing girls do the above, “OH MY SWEET (insert deighty of choice), MA HAIR IS RUINED, AND PEOPLE CAN SEE WHAT MY REAL FACE LOOKS LIKE. NOOOOOOOOOOO” is quite the lol. Yep. I’m a bitch. Tee hee J

ANYWAY!  I am the total opposite to the above example of modern day feminism (brrrt). I think it’s actually fun to ramble around in ze rainJ But then again I like it when plays go astray like that. It doesnt bother me if we plan to go to the gym and we end up at a cake shop instead. AND NOT JUST BECUASE OF THE CAKE INVOLVED. Although let’s be honest, it does help. But regardless, I think schedules are over-rated and are a major spontaenaity kill. THUS THE RAIN = SPONTAENAITY WIN BY THE WEATHER!

ANYWAY, should go do those important things now. Like food. And youtube. And maybe a bit of homework but I wouldn’t lie to you guys, that’s the bottom of the list, right below cleaning my room. okaybye

ps. I am aware that this post was completely boring and unnecessary. However I still wrote it, and if your reading this then you obviously read the above. SO HA! 

Who am I kidding, NO one read the above.

HAHAHAHA THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF MY FOREVER ALONE-NESS. TALKING TO MYSELF. 

I'm going to stop writing now.

Wrote this last year. I’ll put some less shitty, more recent stuff up soon when I feel so inclined ;)

Rain in the city is a soul-shatter waste

Heels and buisness suits,

Heads down

In a coin-grabbing (futile) haste

Blinded to the spilling tears of Heaven.

Porn With Teachers.

HELLO my little ones. All two of you.

I have only a brief comment to make this evening, which stands as thus : if possible, try not to witness sex while in the prescense of teachers.

Let me clarify. Tonight I went with my old drama class to Belvoir, where we have a group subscription much to my glee J I even wore my pretentious hipster glasses to heighten my sense of theatre-appreciation snobbery (which reminds me to wear them to the Scarlett Pimpernell). So, yeah, the play begins, all good, no dramas, no-one is self harming, using EXTREMELY foul language, causing violence, using intravenous drugs, chilling on stage naked, having boundary-line consensual sex or committing assisted suicide. However, by the end of the play, LITTERALLY ALL THAT HAPPENED. NO JOKE.

...IT WAS FABULOUS!

To be perfectly honest, the language presented no shock value at all as my own diction is simliar to an angry drunken sailor (But where’s the rum? THE RUM IS GONE). The nudity didnt freak me out becuase I was in a bad seat so I couldnt see – not that I wanted to, the lady that disrobed was of the 45+ variety which always means disurbing sag bags < example of sailor talk. The drugs made me lol, violence was only minimal to be honest, and the suicide was extremely emotive so I was down with it. I get really into things like this, I cry over everything...Even listening to certain songs I tear up! I saw The Notebook with Kate for the first time a few weeks ago, and there is VIDEO FOOTAGE of the emotional damage caused. I think most of that was built up stress over seeing Ryan Gosseling shirtless though....ANYWAY!

SO the final issue, the sex scene. YAH. YEP. RIGHT. EXCELLENT.  Everyone could tell it was coming at least. You know how you have sex sometimes SPRUNG upon you? Like, you will be watching something innocent, like Asian porn, then you flick channels and people are making out on Gossip Girl and your parents walk in and judge you – “NO GUYS, I swear I was watching the GOOD QUALITY stuff before you came in.”

Haha, that reminds me, look at this at 2:39 for a relevant note of lol : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWdUcx0lgz0

Just watch the whole thing, it’s hilarious.

ANYWAY! So the tension was building, and everyone saw it coming which was both good and bad becuase we weren’t shocked but we also couldn’t pretend to ignore the fact that a 25 year old pothead and a 14 year old terminally ill girl were about to get it on. Mid-scene – though it didn’t last very long, disappointing performance upon his behalf. Although, if it went for a realistic amount of time then the silence of the audience contrasting to all the...sounds....coming from onstage would have just become LOLLABLEY awkward. As if it wasnt awkward already. ANYWAY – so Mid-scene I look over at the teachers and They. Are. Dying. So badly. SO SO SO BADLY. If two people wern’t having loud sex on stage then I probably would have been laughing at their faces. AS IT WERE HOWEVER, THE SEXY NESS WAS GOING IN RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. And it was impossible to look away. I had to check they were pretending to have sex because the sounds accompanying it could have been interpreted in a number of disturbing ways, ie, microwaving a hamster. 

And damn, let me just say, I don’t usually have a thing for these Lol-I’m-Heading-For-Jail-Within-The-Next-Decade-For-Stealing-A-Spoon-To-Dig-A-Hole-To-Bury-That-Guy- I- Killed-For-Crack-Money ,  types of guys but this pothead character was BANGING to steal a word from Hannah. Not gonna lie, those abs kept me interested for the whole show. In fact minus the abs, and all you really have is an inapropriate show that featured an old woman flashing.

BEST. SHOW. EVER.

ANYWAY! I just felt like writing that, I’m not expecting anyone to care haha okaybye

Dead man walking,

Dead man talking,

Sitting on the side-walk

His future baulking. 

The present lies dead

Already entombed  in the past

Every thought lasts a day

Every dream is his last. 

Change is in his pocket rather than his heart

With a sigh he knows it's an impossible start

But day and night for a life he'll sit there yet

Hoping, one day, he'll be able to afford a Chevy Corvette.