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Christmas blows.

Call me a grinch, but I'm so sick of Christmas already.

I'm sick of the tacky decorations, and stupid crhistmas carols, and the stress that comes with running around trying to buy something for everyone.

This is the first year i've ever actually done christmas shopping for my whole family, and, oh man, I can really understand why adults hate it.

Christmas is so expensive!

I cant wait until tomorrow, when everything's over, and people return to normal (you know what I mean.. People go CRAZY this time of year).

It's amazing how much difference one person can make in your life.

Sometimes they ease into it, slowly learning more and more, the way one reads a book, slowly but steadily, turning page after page.

And then you meet someone, and you decide you'd rather give them the sparknotes version, and allow them to rush into your life, and you still can't get enough of them.

You meet this one person who seems to know all the answers, and you let yourself be happy. You let yourself hope that maybe it's going to work out this time.

Everything appears to make sense, and you let your guard down.

And that's the worst mistake you can make. Because by now, you've passed the point of no return. And you realize what a fucking idiot you've been. You've opened a door that you cant just close. There's too much going through it, and the more you try to force it, the more exhausting the whole thing is. It becomes clear that it's all or nothing. And you're so scared it's nothing. You're so fucking terrified that you break down in front of him, and you feel the hurt going through you as he confirms your fears, and tries to console you at the same time.

Rather than easing the pain he just adds to it, and you want him to be a fucking arsehole, and give you a reason to be mad. You don't want him wrap his arm around your shoulder and let you soak him with tears, while he whispers to you that it'll be okay, and that he understands. But you can't shy away, because it means acknowledging that it's gone.

Whatever flame of hope you had is still flickering away deep inside, and you're not sure what you're going to do when it goes out, so you just cry and cry, waiting for the moment when you can wipe your eyes and put on a brave face. It comes eventually, and when you've stopped sobbing enough to talk, you realize that you're still not ready to let go.

The words "just friends" sting a little more each time you say them, each letter serving as a reminder that he's not yours, he never will be.

When you reach max level, you stop levelling.

HSC results came out today, confirming what I'd thought.

I wasted two years of my life being an idiot, when I could've done something worthwhile.

I could've done amazingly better than I did had I been able to focus on anything, but I'm really struggling to remember why I stayed for so long.

I graduated year 12 with terrible marks, few friends, no money, no career opportunities, and lacking a sense of achievement.

I suppose today can only get better.

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Dirty Dancing is one of my all time favorite movies.

I can remember watching this with my big sister, and being too young to even understand half of it, but loving it regardless.

There's something about it that makes me want to watch it over and over.

What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our fuckin' names anyway.

-Joel, Adventureland.

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. Its ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. So when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"'

-John Mayer

Donald Soffritti did a series of cartoons like this.

Superheroes past their prime.

Makes me wanna cry. Just a little.

It reminds me how old everyone's going to get.

And how young I really am.

We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods; the shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a prince, Sleeping Beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they lived happily every after. Fairytales, the stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairytales don't come true. It's the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It's the nightmares that always seem to become reality. The person who invented "happily ever after" should have his ass kicked, so hard"-Grey's Anatomy.

At my father's urging, my mother and I are now on speaking terms again.

Admittedly, I'm having a little trouble not picking fights with her, but what's a family without a bit of conflict? On that topic, I thought I'd say thank-you to Jake, for your kind words.

I have absolutely no idea who you are, or if you'll read this, but I'm assuming you know me on some level if you're leaving comments that I'm a good person.

Up!

I am raging right now. Like, really badly.

Dad didn't pay my phone bill, and it's been disconnected.

I feel as though I'm missing a LIMB.

I guess this is the drawback of being part of the tech-obsessed gen-Y.

Ten things that make me smile.

1. Waking up to text messages from friends.
2. Sleeping my own bed after I've been away.
3. Running jokes.
4. Books that I can get completely lost in.
5. Holding hands.
6. Blogs like geekologie, and cracked.
7. Pretty clothes.
8. Working with dad to pull pranks on older relatives.
9. Diving headfirst into a pool on a hot day.
10. Getting new piercings.

Tonight was possibly the easiest $25 I've ever made.

I didn't realise I was supposed to work, so was an hour late.

Then a blackout meant that I finished an hour early.

In the whole two hours I worked, very little work was completed by me.

I kinda love Country Energy right now :)

If tomatoes wanted to be melons,

they would look completely ridiculous.

I am always amazed

that so many people are concerned

with wanting to be what they are not;

what's the point of making yourself look ridiculous?

-Paulo Coelho