From the dead

Hello interwebz,
I feel like I've been doing a bit of sleep-walking lately, I've been busy but the kind of busy where you just want a break and want to be able to be you for a little bit.

I've been pretty much living at Jack's since last Tuesday but I'm heading back home on Wednesday. I liked it, it was like a mini-holiday and it was a lot cheaper than a real holiday.

Also, I am quite unwell, some menacing cough is making my days (and nights) awful. It sets off my asthma and it scares me a bit when there's not much I can do to stop myself from coughing so much.

My little sister will be 15 on Friday! I can't believe it... and I can't believe how old I am now! I'm so excited for her, I loved being 15 and 16.

I'm on TAFE holidays and I'm so happy, I plan to make the most of this break because I know next Semester will be even worse than this one was.

I don't have all that much else to say except that I miss having time to think about things that busy people dismiss as 'unimportant' and I miss having time to just hang out with friends and I miss having time to read for hours and hours.

Love, Morgs.

Raindrops on Roses

Well then,
It really does feel like winter now with all the beanies, coats and scarves. Traveling to the city is a bit of a health hazard what with all the sneezing and coughs that are about... but, if the sickness and grossness is discounted, I quite like winter (I am horrified to actually be typing this).
I love wintery clothes and all the lovely woolen things you can wear out and about, I even feel like I want to wear skirts more because I can wear stockings (and cute ones, at that) with them.

But, that said, I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to wool and I get sick so easily so winter is a bit of a danger to me.

I am eyeball deep in an assignment and it sucks terribly, I'm worried I won't finish, but apparently I'm not worried enough because, really, I'd be trying to finish it rather than blogging.

I am suffering a Chai Tea overdose and a very concerning adoration for my Cotton On dressing gown.

I hope it rains a bit more tonight!

Love, Morgs.

Who said we matter?

This is a picture of a NASA space shuttle in solar transit.
Pretty amazing huh?

Lessons.

I'm learning that prejudice and hate and racisim and intolerance and cruelty comes from scared people, not bad people.

I drink to remember them all.

Well then, I got lazy and gave up on blogging in true Morgan-style, however I have returned (when I should be doing school work).
I am now 19 which, to be honest, feels like a mass fail in itself but I had a great day. I was a bit sick still though.
I saw Have Heart on the 28th and it was the most amazing thing I've probably ever seen. They are such an inspiring band and I left feeling like what I am doing in life is nothing compared to them. I think it takes incredibly strong character to persevere in any aspect of life and never take 'no' for an answer.
I didn't get to 'celebrate' my birthday on the actual day so I used to long weekend to make up for it and I feel I did quite well in all honesty.

Last Wednesday I got to go to Stono's birthday dinner at Govinda's which is the best place in the entire world! I got to watch Milk afterward and I know I'm late to the party, but ZOMG so great, it was brilliant and it was the perfect mix of entertainment and inspiration.

I have decided one of my coolest possessions is a Spongebob jaffle maker and I have to wonder how long I can like these things before it turns into me liking them because they're 'kitsch'... but really I'd only just say I was being kitsch in liking them, secretly I enjoy them for what they are.

I'm having an issue which I am sure is something like a mid-life crisis but is instead more of an end-of-being-a-teenager crisis and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing and it feels like things are worthless and I sit back and ask why I can't be doing something that changes peoples' lives.

Anyways, I should really be doing some school work (I won't actually go and do it, I can't lie), there are sites to be inspected and bids to be written up.

Love, Morgs.