James & Georgie

Being a kid again… hooray. Happy new year. =D

Just wanted to share the drawing I coloured in… haha.

Ah boo. It’s 22 months that James and I have been together.

You know what sucks? Getting Christmas presents. People always seem to talk about it but I’m so “meh” about it. Our family doesn’t really buy presents at all, for whatever occasion. I don’t know how to explain it but we’re just not huge on presents or whatever. Sometimes my parents buy me things when I need or I do them a favour and buy groceries sometimes, but we don’t buy “presents”.

There were days like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and whatnot (fuck off. What happened to Kids’ Day in June or whatever?), and in primary school they would have mother’s and father’s day stalls… where you could buy these cheapass little things for your parents, because everyone brought them in as donations, and you could buy whatever shit other people brought in.

Cool right? No. :|

But thanks to my friend Dayze, I am getting some Threadless shirts for Lilian and James. Yay. :3

I did ballet for about seven years, since I was about 9 or 10 years old.

At the beginning of 2008, I stopped. The HSC got in the way and to be honest, I felt that I was losing interest in it because I didn’t have much time to enjoy it…

James has stayed with me through most of this and through me trying to convince my mum to let me go back and that it would NOT be a waste to go. <33

I’m so happy I could cry joyful tears; my mum finally let me go and I’ll be going back this week to work on and do my final exam in December. It’s a bit nerve-wracking because I only have a month to work on it. But, I’ll get there. :)

Next year, I will be able to volunteer my time as a student teacher to work on my teacher’s certificate… aw man. *joy*

Ahhhh I’m typing this on my iPod touch, on the go… James and I are going to get pho soon.

Kelsey told me about this WordPress app on the iPod and it’s pretty cool. It’s much better than going on Safari and logging in and posting. :3

I never thought I’d be into lucky numbers… as a child, people told me the numbers 7 and 9 were lucky, and I kept that note in my mind.

From that day I thought “97″ was the coolest number ever.

Often, my mum would buy a lottery ticket and those were the numbers I’d choose, along with 1 and other random numbers that meant nothing to me.

Over time, “97″ became a figure that didn’t mean so much anymore. I realised that my mum’s “lucky numbers” were numbers of our house, her birthday, her birth year, her sisters’ and brother’s birthdays, and my birthday, my brother’s birthday… a multitude of numbers that were obtained from little, special days.

At one point I liked the number 10, because I happened to like someone who had some association with that number… whatever.

Now, I simply think the way my mother did.

The other day on the Pop forum, which my host, Kya, opened, I was entering a little competition she initiated that allowed you to get a hosting upgrade for free.

I was using a lot of space on my account and each month my bandwidth was (yet again!) close to running out, due to most of my domains being on the account, and my website having a lot of visitors in general.

Participants simply had to pick a random number between 1 and 30, and a number would be pulled out.

I didn’t really think, but I put in 26 because that’s James’s birthday.

This morning I received an email saying I had won an upgrade because I guessed one of the numbers that was randomly generated.

James, I love you. :3

Happy 20 months. =)

Thank you… for everything.

I want to say, that I miss you. Wherever you are… and I wish we could talk.

I shouldn’t be, but I’m feeling sad, and I’m feeling lonely and I feel like today, I’ve lost myself.

I don’t want to do anything anymore. I wish I could sleep for days on end, but that’s not possible. They make me feel worthless and terrible.

When you’re not here I feel so alone. I don’t have many, or any, people I can talk to who make me feel better.

When I grow up, I want to live in the country. I want to live away from people. Unlike my current house, I want to live in a nice one. I can keep it clean and buy little things to put in it. Little things that are unique. I want to make my own furniture. I want to save money.

And even if I don’t have money, I want to be a happy person. I want to be happy with whatever I have.

I don’t know. I wish there was a time of peace. Sometimes, it’s too hard to pick myself up off the ground. Sometimes I look and I don’t see anywhere I can go.

I wish you were here.

Lovingly,
Georgina

HELLO. And happy October.

As you can see, I finally got around to switching the layout a bit, so it looks damn sexy. And you better admit it/agree. :D

My posts totally on this side (because I have to be after James, heh, heh). And if you comment, the blog appears on the left side and the comments on the right. Told you it looked sexy. ;D

I hate these default emoticons but everyone knows I am too lazy to get around to such things… even if I did manage a literal ten-minute job on EyeThief.com‘s new layout.

I haven’t been feeling well. Poo. Yesterday I had a mild sore throat when I woke up, but during the day it progressively got worse. FML.

I found it quite annoying. I was starting to lose my voice at work, despite taking a lot of honey. (I believe in the natural remedies yo.)

This girl pissed me off at work because she was too lazy to rub out her answers and swap the words around, so she drew fucking arrows showing that she intended the words be swapped. I don’t tolerate laziness.

I don’t think in an exam, a teacher would be bothered to look at your essay and realise that the conclusion was first and the introduction was last, no matter how many arrows you put in.

I should do my assignments now…

OH AND PS. Comment on James’s blog. He’s sad because no one is. :3