An insignificant number in the 365 available to us yet better than all the rest.
It amazes me how fast relationships can develop with someone I never noticed before or even considered talking to. This year brings on much more surprises and smiles than I thought it would.
I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name, so I fold it up and I flick it out
The power of language. I have favourite words. I have this odd quirky interest for words. I can think about words when I'm sitting in applicable bored out of my mind and end up hurting my brain from thinking about it so much.
I've always wondered since a young age who creates words that we use that express our feelings. People say ancient Greeks or Romans but this answer never satisfies me. I mean to think of a word that means sometime, symbolises an emotion, thought or feeling. The way that we can string words together to form a sentence. Sentences to make up a paragraph of what we want to tell the world, or just the person next to us. Make up collections of lyrics and stories and movie scripts that can lead people to feel strong emotions of sadness, happiness and envy.
Converse and exchange our own personal opinions. No-one owns the words. Words are some free concession for every single living organism. Whether it be all the enzymes in every-ones body or the animals living on the same planet as us (maybe unknown animals in deep space too?) and its so profound to know that words and language is a connection that EVERYONE has from birth.
And it still amazes me how much human beings still don't understand each other.
Today was crazy. I woke up at about 5.15 to find a really sweet message from Matthew that he oddly sent at 3.13 and woke up once again at approximately 7.17 (haha it's kind of freaky that all the times we're respectively connected to the hour that it occurred.) Samara came over at 7.30 and I was still not ready so I felt really bad. Hannah and her mum then came at 7.45 to pick us up. We arrived in town exactly three minutes before the train for Fremantle would be leaving. It was INSANE. There was NO-ONE in the city which would make complete sense since it was a Saturday morning and normal civilians would still be in their cosy beds dreaming about the recession ending or something that normal people dream about. So we walked through the blank spaced train station to find Vanessa standing by herself on the Freo platform. The scene looked like something out of a horror film yet the weather was quite pleasant and warm. Obviously we missed the train so Samara and I rushed off to get some warm coffee since our tummies were lacking in breakfast. Miraculously we arrived at the history seminar just in time. There were so many people, majority females I suppose (don't know what that says about men, they don't care about history?)
Anyways, many different things happened as well
- It sunk and dug a hole in my stomach saying that TEE is just around the corner and you REALLY need to study/ write notes/ etc. The feeling was crazy. Stress? Insanity?
I think I hungered my brain so much during that seminar that Kailas tasted better than any million other time I'd had it.
-I saw the cutest dog in Store (I presume the dog's owner was the lady working) so much so I said "I want to kid-dog you" but really I meant "I want to dog-nap you"
-I can never fight the temptation of curiosity without developing a bad headache and severe train sickness. I didn't mean to be shallow and a bitch but there was a disabled boy in the train who was making a large racket. I didn't mind the racket but for some reason I had really obscene urges just to look at him. And it is social etiquette to not look and just ignore. But for some very odd reason by brain just kept on wanting to look at him and observe at this poor, different boy.
That's why I felt so sick when I was in Mt Lawley with Hannah after.
-It's so hard to find people that you can completely and absolutely be yourself around.
-I could never enter/ use the male toilets even if someone paid me. Like there was a line to go to the toilets at Notre Dame during the seminar and both male and female toilets were open. They were both exactly the same and there were no males in the line so most girls used the male ones as well. So once I got up to the front of the line I had the choice of either male toilets or female. Hannah was like "there's no difference!" But I kept on imagining invisible boy germs in the shape of worms and sqiggly lines everywhere. No doubt it had to do with the whole childish mind concept of "boy kooties".
-I talk to myself a lot. Especially when I'm nervous.
-My body and I can realise when I am going to eventually develop a cold or flu of some sort. Thats when I really panic and listen to my mum and have all these acid/ citric fruits and drink 2L+ of water.
I'm listening to The Happiness Project
Their jazzy tunes are suprisingly making me, happy!
It's mothers day tomorrow :) I love mothers day.
Huggles XX
I've always wondered since a young age who creates words that we use that express our feelings. People say ancient Greeks or Romans but this answer never satisfies me. I mean to think of a word that means sometime, symbolises an emotion, thought or feeling. The way that we can string words together to form a sentence. Sentences to make up a paragraph of what we want to tell the world, or just the person next to us. Make up collections of lyrics and stories and movie scripts that can lead people to feel strong emotions of sadness, happiness and envy.
Converse and exchange our own personal opinions. No-one owns the words. Words are some free concession for every single living organism. Whether it be all the enzymes in every-ones body or the animals living on the same planet as us (maybe unknown animals in deep space too?) and its so profound to know that words and language is a connection that EVERYONE has from birth.
And it still amazes me how much human beings still don't understand each other.
Today was crazy. I woke up at about 5.15 to find a really sweet message from Matthew that he oddly sent at 3.13 and woke up once again at approximately 7.17 (haha it's kind of freaky that all the times we're respectively connected to the hour that it occurred.) Samara came over at 7.30 and I was still not ready so I felt really bad. Hannah and her mum then came at 7.45 to pick us up. We arrived in town exactly three minutes before the train for Fremantle would be leaving. It was INSANE. There was NO-ONE in the city which would make complete sense since it was a Saturday morning and normal civilians would still be in their cosy beds dreaming about the recession ending or something that normal people dream about. So we walked through the blank spaced train station to find Vanessa standing by herself on the Freo platform. The scene looked like something out of a horror film yet the weather was quite pleasant and warm. Obviously we missed the train so Samara and I rushed off to get some warm coffee since our tummies were lacking in breakfast. Miraculously we arrived at the history seminar just in time. There were so many people, majority females I suppose (don't know what that says about men, they don't care about history?)
Anyways, many different things happened as well
- It sunk and dug a hole in my stomach saying that TEE is just around the corner and you REALLY need to study/ write notes/ etc. The feeling was crazy. Stress? Insanity?
I think I hungered my brain so much during that seminar that Kailas tasted better than any million other time I'd had it.
-I saw the cutest dog in Store (I presume the dog's owner was the lady working) so much so I said "I want to kid-dog you" but really I meant "I want to dog-nap you"
-I can never fight the temptation of curiosity without developing a bad headache and severe train sickness. I didn't mean to be shallow and a bitch but there was a disabled boy in the train who was making a large racket. I didn't mind the racket but for some reason I had really obscene urges just to look at him. And it is social etiquette to not look and just ignore. But for some very odd reason by brain just kept on wanting to look at him and observe at this poor, different boy.
That's why I felt so sick when I was in Mt Lawley with Hannah after.
-It's so hard to find people that you can completely and absolutely be yourself around.
-I could never enter/ use the male toilets even if someone paid me. Like there was a line to go to the toilets at Notre Dame during the seminar and both male and female toilets were open. They were both exactly the same and there were no males in the line so most girls used the male ones as well. So once I got up to the front of the line I had the choice of either male toilets or female. Hannah was like "there's no difference!" But I kept on imagining invisible boy germs in the shape of worms and sqiggly lines everywhere. No doubt it had to do with the whole childish mind concept of "boy kooties".
-I talk to myself a lot. Especially when I'm nervous.
-My body and I can realise when I am going to eventually develop a cold or flu of some sort. Thats when I really panic and listen to my mum and have all these acid/ citric fruits and drink 2L+ of water.
I'm listening to The Happiness Project
Their jazzy tunes are suprisingly making me, happy!
It's mothers day tomorrow :) I love mothers day.
Huggles XX
2 comments:
Thanks for the comment!
I know it amazes me too, about how relationships can evolve so quickly.
I know that blows my mind too. Why do we have different language, and not just one single language? I love manipulating words.
I love cute puppies and whenever I see one, I want to stuff them in my sweater and run home.
Is it odd to say I want to see what it's like to use an urinal? But if I had a choice between bathrooms I'd opt for the girls bathroom 99% of the time.
Happy Mothers Day! Also, have a nice week!
xo, A
Hahah oh no the male toilets had a normal sit down toilet (haha) I don't think any of the girls would of used it if it really was just a urinal.
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