Oh time, we have had this dispute time and time again !! i don't like you and you definitely do not like me. you limit my recreational time and i don't treat you like the wonderful creature that YOU ARE NOT! . if time was so kind as to just slow down for a bit or hand me a small remote which i could use at my discretion and i promise not toooo often i would press it's button labelled "STOP TIME"
if i had this wonderful creation i could have paused today so i could do my modern history heaps early in the morn, well i would pause it in the morning so technically it would be morning but if i hadn't (hypothetically) denied physicalities the day would have passed and since I DONT HAVE THIS REMOTE THIS IS WHAT HAS HAPPENED AND THIS DAY HAS SUCKED AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANYWHERE ON MY MODERN (which is due tomorrow) and in turn i had to deny 3 invitations which i really would have liked to accept ! breakfast with amer; nope, sorry. lunch with DK and phil @ the beach; nope, sorry. dinner with DK and heaps of others; nope, sorry. all of these invitations involved meals and i love meals and i also love invitations so fuck you you faceless fagg-ly.
i have come to realise that i am glad for my young age having accepted that time and ultimately ageing is inevitable. (or have i not seeing as i want a remote with a magic hopefully big red button?) you see, by the time christmas 2008 rocks around, i will still be 18, will have been out of school for a year, will have travelled a large portion of the world, be living in a shabby apartment @ bondi beach with phil, and will have either just/about to embark on a month or two in tokyo. whereas, my friends who love gloating about the fact that omg they're all 18 now will be either in their first year of uni or 19/ nearly 20 and when i start uni the following year i'll be the age that they were when they started. oh life is sweet ! i feel like i have the upperhand in the sense that i have more life or something. + when (and i am sort of not gloating here) they are 30 and suddenly have to think about spooky decisions like kids and marriage and where is this career going i can be like well i'm 29 i'm still young, got heaps of life and everything still points up. not that all those previously mentioned things aren't wonderful, i just personally can't see myself ever growing up and embracing them until i'm well into my 30's and that is a hideous thought because instead of using like .. moisturiser for young skin i'll be stocking up on wrinkle fighters and botox injections.
phil even said that he plans to kill himself on his 24th birthday because how could he possible live past that age. i whole heartedly agree, the prospect of not being a teenager scares the living daylights out of me like a ghost floating through a wall or something. no actually i think that would be quite pleasant and i'd want to make friends with it ! i'm drifting here, basically i hate time and everything it does i want it to just STOP so i dont finish school and i dont have to grow up and i dont have to be an age that doesn't start with 1. i say this because i reckon if i reach 100 i'll be such a cool chick ! the fab pensioner who is notorious either in the sense that they smell like cat and throw their cats at the little kids (damn you!) or hasn't changed their wardrobe since their prime. aka since NOW ! but every other age between then is spoooooky.
time time time CHANGES THE ESSENCE, as i like to stick to.
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