A Wish Full Of Dreams;

Tonight I had a taste of the past, a taste of the past I've longed for for far too long. You held me tight, swept away my emotions and fears like always.
I cannot begin to comprehend the racing thoughts, and the cloudiness creeping inside my head.
The things you spoke, the way you looked, the way you talked, just like the past. Just how I always remembered.
You crept back into my present future quicker and more smoothly then a puzzle piece, and without further contemplation, you stayed in my present time and made time stand still.
Tonight I shared a night with the biggest part of my past that I cannot and will never be able to get rid of, no matter how hard I try.
You'll always be my past, present and future, and the perfect fit for every ligament, crease and flaw in my body, but more so my life.

I love you

x

The Enchanted Rose;

"i really think your great and ill always be here for you no matter what you mean a fuck load to me and i neever want to leave you your one person i would like to ahave when im 80, with walking sticks sitting out having an ol' yarn about 'kids these days' your a dear friends, and i cherish eveyr moment i get to have with you. which is not so often these days. i would be proud to call you my bestfriend if you ever let it be. your one of a kind JJ love you x"


I wish I knew who sent this, because it literally made my week.

Love In Slow Motion;

Faithless;

I cleared the air with my ex girlfriend, which is alot for me, because I've got too much pride, and I'm an egotistical prick. But she was baling her eyes out at Sarah's and no one was making her happy, and I was the only one that put a smile on her dile.
We spoke majority of the night and now everything's behind us. I am surprised at myself for that.
But I'm mature.

Girls only like me for my accent, I have asked every girl who's slept with me/liked me/dated me and they've generally all said my accent was a "major contributing factor"
It's shit, what the hell.
Girls are fucked.

I'm going to listen to Lady Gaga, and dance.
They wont use me for a stupid accent.

1000 Miles;

Thank you, my dear friend gravity*.
You held me down to the ground when I felt like I was being flown away.
You keep my feet on my ground, and my head in the right place.
You make me see how everything is now structured around you, the world, my world, would crumble and fail without you.

<3


*A cover up name for a person.

The Beginning Of The End;

jeorgalouise, says:
i have an idea!!
write a story about me
and blog it :)
then I'll read it
BUT
it has to involve
a penguin
a cow that produces buttermilk
michael crafter
the creater of the goosebumps books
and a magical lampshade
GO GO GO GO
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So, once there was a girl named Jeorga Louise Harris.
She lived in a cute small house in Swansea, and had a really messy bedroom.
She didn't have much luck with boys, and decided she'd rather jerk it to Michael Crafter, because Crafter is an incredibly sexy man. And let's face it, she's always wanted him. But we all know you can't get Crafter.
So she decides then, midway through kissing a picture of Michael, that she's going to go on a mission to get him!
She decides to take her good friend Jake along for the ride, it's weird how they've never dated, because Jake is really, really good looking. I mean, I'm not lying, he's a good sort.
They think, "Where do we start?!" Jake says "MySpace! Find out when Confession are playing next!" so they did just that, and fancy that, they were playing in Newcastle that weekend!
Jeorga almost passed out of excitement, and Jake moved the awkwardly placed magical lampshade away for her reach, because this lampshade could do crazy things, well, okay, truth be told it makes people become totally irresistable.
An epic wrestling back consumes, and Jeorga wins with a cheap shot to the jaw, and held the magical lampshade in her hands, and she passed out, Jake did what any good man would do in this situation, and slapped her 43 times and she finally awoke, and instantly, she said "Did it work?" and it had. Jake immediatly wanted to jump her bones, but that's not saying much, because he'd jump anyone.
So they walk through the mean streets of Newcastle and sure enough, the boys flocked to her like always, but some were more grabby then most. But we decided that it had worked, and they were ready for Crafter only a day away.
They had a cute nap and awoke the next day to a penguin in their bed, dry humping Jeorga's leg, Jake instinctively kicked it in the face and it went flying, but Jeorga wanted to keep it. So they had a another friend for the journey, Jake went outside and saw a cow walking across the road, producing buttermilk, he knew Jeorga liked buttermilk, so he ran across and got a glass full for her, she chucks it at the wall and exclaims "I DO NOT LIKE BUTTERMILK, JAKE"
Before starting a "I do not like green eggs and ham" arguement, he apologised and gave her a hug, and told her to get pretty, today was the big day of meeting Crafter!
She got pretty, Jake was naturally pretty, so they set off to Newcastle, and attended this gig.
It was shit, because Confession played, but then it all happened almost too quickly, Jeorga met Crafter, and expressed her undying love for him, and waited for him to flock to her like everyone else was almost at that moment, and it was in that very same moment, he opened his mouth and said "AW YEH BU' IM GAY, SOREH LUV"

The End!
- R.L. Stine

Last Dying Breath;

You know those old couples that have been together for like, 30+ years? Even those older couples who've been together even longer? They're probably your grandparents or parents.
That's what I want.

Everyone's got this negativity in their head that "Nothing lasts forever" and in some sense of the sentence, it's true!
But whose to say to the old folks who've spent 50 years with their beloved, that they won't die together? We all know they will. And I think that's cute.
Finding someone you can be your complete self around, that knows you inside and out, that knows you better then you know yourself, that will speak for you, in short, become your life support, without, you become nothing, and die without it.
I want that, to find someone I can be all of that and more with, I don't want to go around fucking every bitch I can, that's not me, I want to find "The One."
I believe there is someone for everyone, at times I think there is no one for me, but there is, some others say "Jake, you're too young"
Bollocks, my mother and father were around my age when they met, some have even been younger then me.
It is possible, and I will find it.

Words Of Hope;

Happy happy!

Cute girl is great.
I am happy, that's all I can say.

The Cycle;

I actually got out, and went to Sydney.
I usually hate traveling all the way to Sydney, it's such a pain in the ass with public transport to travel all that way to my mums, but I got it with Candice and it flew by so quickly, like wow.
When I was on the Western train, also known as, the train that everyone BUT Australian's get, I started getting a tickle in my throat and ignored it.

I have come down with 97% possible chance of Swine Flu, bullshit.
When it first came out, I was so paranoid, I didnt leave the house, nothing. I didn't wanna be near anywhere to get it. Bam, I "got it" but they said its "Not that contagious" what the fuck guys? Wow. Haha. Amazing how when I posted a bulletin, alot of nice people were actually worried about me, yet some cocks thought it was all for attention because I recently am going through a break up and need it? Wow.
Swine Flu will not kill me, but it's killed alot of people so far, so I'm going to make jokes and nautical puns about me dying from Swine Flu. It's not attention seeking, its what I do. I make jokes over deaths, everything. I believe every negative has a positive, and I make the most out of every bad situation. Idiots.
But, I'm feeling much better as I type this, throats alittle tense but it should clear up by tomorrow, and then I go home. :)
Been in Sydney a week, it's no different from Newcastle/Central Coast. It's warmer, cause I've been wrapped in blankets and heaters and electric blankets and force fed food. I'm lucky :)

Oh, and I have a crush on a girl.
Whatup? Daddy's back.

The End;

I've been studying hard for this Architecture course, and if my application goes through, and I get accepted, then I'll be gone.

Ill be getting a transfer to Melbourne, and living there. Deleting MySpace, and only getting the numbers and so on of people who are decent people, ill be changing my number/email so people from my past have no way of contacting me.
Ill be starting a new life, and starting my career, with no distractions.
If you think this is stupid or whatever, then how is it?
Whoever lives in Newcastle, always whinges and says they want to leave Newcastle, well im doing it, with the "scene" I've been in for like 5 fucking years.
And most of you won't be in my "new life"

If I don't get accepted, then I don't know what's going to happen.
Ill miss some of you, though. :)

x

Dressed For War;

You're what my eyes and mind take in as perfection. Daily you captivate me with intelligence and charm, and your secretive smiles intrigues me more then anything possibly could. I want to know you, inside and out, till theres nothing new for me to know. No one's caught my attention as quickly as you have. All previous girls mark off no more then 40 points in my "Perfecct Girl" list and you've somehow checked off over 80, you're magnificent.

Unfortunately, I cannot capture you. If you were a Poke'mon, I'd need a MegaBall.
I'll probably never be able to call you "mine," but I can always hope.
Because even as much as I know it, you know you won't find anyone better then I would be for you.

-End feelings-

And The Angels Were Silent;

Content. Wow.

Insomniac kicked me in the the testicles as hard as anything did 5 weeks ago, it only really happens when I'm alone, and as we all know I've been alone for awhile. It hasn't phased me, when I do get sleep, oh boy, do I sleep. I play guitar till 4am, which is becoming a habit. I've watched all my DVD's on repeat time after time. Everything is becoming a routine. I don't want it to be messed up.

Today, I hadn't slept, watching How I Met Your Mother over and over, to cheer me up, as the sun was rising, I think I had a micro-sleep whilst staring at it, I went and made a coffee and sat out the front on the veranda, with my 2 cats Phoebe, Tye and my dog Lucy. Sipping on my coffee and inhaling nicotine with my 3 best friends, listening to light rain drizzle along my rooftop, watching the sunrise set over the overly large tree across the road from me and brightening up my dark suburban neighborhood, I indulged in all of this for a bit, and realized I never took notice of the small things in my life, my animals, the beauty of a sunrise, everything. I pat my animals and flick my cigarette further then I have since I learnt how to flick a cigarette, and realized one thing;
This is the most content and at peace I have been in 5 weeks.
This feels good.

:)

The Golden Years;

Those were the days I'd replay in my head with a smile from ear to ear, and not a care in the world.
Now,
Those are the days I'm drinking away. With every care in this godforsaken world.

I'm sure everyone's noticed all my titles are band song names, sometimes they have relevance to my post, but majority of the time, not at all. Just gotta think. :)

The Sound Of Truth;

Line In The Sand;

Hey,
You cant change me, I'll accept you for everything you've become, accept me for who I am, who I've become, and who I've always been.

Hey,
You're great and amazing, your friendship means so much to me.

Hey,
You've never liked me for me, and I know this. So why do you still make an attempt to be my friend? If you cannot stand things about a human, why bother with them? Explain this to me.

Hey,
You're cute.

Hey,
You've possibly the biggest tits I've ever seen, or felt. New favourite.

Hey,
You're my perception of perfection, if I cannot grasp what I call perfect for now, then I'll live life hoping one day I can have it all to myself. Perfection.

Sleeping Princess In Devil's Castle;

And I hope every morning you wake up, it hurts more and doesn't stop.
And I hope every night you rest you lay and pray for death.
You made a better trophy in my dreams.
And now you are my nightmare.
I wonder, "Where did I go wrong?"
And you are all that's left of what it meant to live.
Don't worry. This will only hurt for a second. Sleep soundly.
Just where did I go wrong?
Just where did I go wrong?
And hoping for changes, we've wasted this, and what for?
And what for? One more day of this weight.
One more day of this dissolved presence.

Pretty Bones;

As most people know, I had a minor surgery done on my knee.
It was pretty cool.
They kept me awake and didn't put me under any anesthetic, just toughed it out.
It was incredibly painful, like wow.
I'm pretty much off crutches now, hurts to bend alittle.
1 down, 3 more to go.

The first people to come to ME and visit ME in this time frame? My exex Teejaye, and Mitch and Scott.
Hm. Put alot of things in perspective for me.

I also downloaded a band "Crash My DeVille"
Guess why.

Still Beats Your Name;

Please, get out of my head.
I've never wanted anything more then to erase everything that comes in shape of it all.
"Out of sight, out of mind"
Not true.
Fuck you, Kelly Clarkson. A big fuck you.