This afternoon I baked little apple and cinnamon teacakes and had a cup of tea.

It's over. What appeared to be the beginning of something great, was only a idiotic attempt at happiness, some sick, morbid from, that is. It is always the same, a week of fun, maybe even two if you're lucky and then it ends quite dismally. Well as they say, such is life, but I have always liked to disagree.

The sky is bare now and I feel like a little bit of me has gone. Everyday a little bit goes, until one day I wont be anything anymore. I mean, I know it happens to everyone, if it didn't we probably would never die and then we would over populate the planet, but it's the losing that is hard. The memories all fading and the journey, only to become nothing. Call it teenage angst, or whatever, but it sure is awful.

The weather is getting quite warm and right now I am starving.

Sometimes I want to hold onto a feeling, like sometimes you'll be with your friends and the weather is perfect, just a slight chill and the the air is scented with cigarettes and the sea and you just feel content. It's rare and it doesn't last and maybe it makes you sadder than you were before because there are no memories to remember, just a feeling and it is very hard to remember a feeling.

I roasted some pumpkin with spices and ate it with rice for lunch.

Mum made french toast. I love french toast, but I get bored with jam, so I made some caramalised apple and pear. Then I crumbled walnuts over the top and it was so perfect. Now I am enjoying the benefits of a nice cuppa.

Today I was nostaligic. I get like that when the seasons begin to change. It's like the memories of winter get boring and the memories of long hot summers begin to fill you with the past.
I don't Know.
I want to go to Misty's Diner. That could be fun. Mainly I want a coke float.

I walked home in the pouring rain and it was so nice.
It is clear now, but the rain always lingers a little, even after it stops.
I had a cup of tea and a piece of cake this afternoon, that was nice too.
Everything is just nice, I don't think I like that.
I don't think I like many things.
I do like the two birds who sit on the fence,
deciding whether they should fly.
That's all I like.

It would be nice if we didn't think so much,
That we would stop writing sad poetry,
that the sun would warm us in the wind,
that all the little bees would stop buzzing,
that we could all sleep a little longer than the night before,
that we had more than three cigarettes to our name,
that the earth wasn't disintergrating,
like our souls.

Today after school Sarah and I went Yarraville to see a movie.
First we ate at the Corner shop, the most delicious salad
(baby spinich, roast pumkin, pine nuts, goat cheese, olive oil, balsamic +salt/pepper)
It was such a nice salad that I plan to make it one of these days.
After we ate copious amounts of food,
we went and bought even more food from the local supermarket
(honey popcorn, marshmellow sandwiches 1 chocmilk for me 1 banana juice for Sarah)
Then we went and got our tickets to see "Coraline"
It was such a great movie, you should see it.
The End.

Well I ate too much today and that makes me feel terrible because I feel like I abused my foods trust.

It would be nice if the evenings extended a little bit more and I was tired a little bit less.

This afternoon I ate cheese and Salatas and had a Mocha. It was quite nice.
It is all nice and rainy now. That always makes me happy.

This afternoon I weeded the vegetable patch and planted carrots, onions and beetroots.
It was so lovely and then I had a green tea. What a lovely way to end the week.

I am as bitter as lemons,
I am as cold as ice,
you are quite funny,
I am just slow.

There once was a girl who liked to watch the rain. The End.