a book is born

so dymocks gave me this little blue book a while ago. its meant to celebrate vintage books, and it says vintage all over the fucking place. and its full of classic quotes at random pages. its basically a book celebrating classical novels. but the book was screaming out to me going NO! I DONT WANT TO BE A BOOK JOURNAL. i have travelled down that road before, with my book reviews and what not. let me tell you what its like: boring. why read a book review, or write a book review, when you can just pick yourself up and read the book. then formulate your own opinion. as opposed to someone else's.
so anyways, this book was teling me NO! I DONT WANT TO BE A BOOK JOURNAL. which is like oh my, what strong character. and i agree with it. how dare this book get labelled as a book journal (- it says 'my book journal' on it). it can be hwatever the fuck it wants to be. and its my book. so it can be whatever the fuck i want it to be. so im gonna make it my book of emotions. i suffer from a lot of emotions. fluctuates like a whole new hormone. so im gonna write down moments where im at the far end of any spectrum.
right now it is empty. it probably wouldnt be, if i had become attached to it sooner, but right now, it is empty.
one day it will be filled up with vivid moments. and i will read back to it. and probably realise how melodramatic life can be. and i will laugh at my bad moments, and laugh at my good moments. fuck the in between moments. they dont get to be in my book of emotions. thats just drabble.
so maybe my 2013 resolution will be fulfilled after all..in the month of october. i was meant to write a novel, but i couldnt be stuffed. maybe if i yolo enough, it will be full by december.
and i will keep this book safe. so it too will become a vintage. and become a long lasting hua heirloom. and my non existent children will read it and think fuck my mother is weird. and i will be like shut up and polish my prada.

in with the gypsiesss

i was watching the news a short moment ago and they were still covering the story of that girl discovered living with gypsies. and i have an opinion. (look at me, all snug with the current affairs and shit)
so the news reader basically said the gypsies have been charged of kidnap, no parent was found and the girl is now in foster care looking for a new home.
maybe they're cutting it down to the bare bone for a short story or maybe im just not researching hard enough, but i find that incredibly mean. theres no word to describe it but mean. MEAN!
theyve basically taken the girl away from what she has known as her family simply becuase theyre not her biological parents. and the gypsies have been branded as liars and kidnappers despite saying the girl was given to them in an informal adoption becuase the real mother was too poor.
the truth is, nobody knows the truth of whats happened. the biological mother has not come forward. and now the girl has no family. and shes going to be forced to adapt to a new family, simply becuase her last one has no paperwork to back up the luurrrrve.
they should ask the girl what she wants. if she loves the gypsies, let her be with them. its not like theyre corrupting her soul for black magic or anything...that i know about. it just seems a bit redundant to take a girl from her nonbiological family to shove her into another one. but yeah.
if i ruled the world, i would say STOP, MY PEOPLE. LET THE CHILD LOVE.

bucket list

yo! its been a while, i havent really bothered writing recently. i dont have a bucket list. i just want one. haha. my list would be bucketloads by the time i die though, because i will discover new things and want a tonne shit of things other than 10 prada bags. i bet with my last dying breath, i would want something. but i wont be able to get it so id rather not walk down that path. ive already told my friend to dye my hair purple if i die young. cuase i want purple hair at some stage in my life but i dont know if ill be able to live with myself if i do.  i will wake up one morning and be like EW! and have a cardiac arrest.

i did a lot of reckless driving today (shh). tahts what got me onto bucket lists. i thgouth shit! if i died right now, i wont have achieved much. there wont be a lot to say in my eulogy. cuase im only halfway through most of the shit in my life. halfway through my education. halfway through growing up. halfway through not being gullible. not even halfway through  my assignment.
i checked my car before and thankfully it is in once piece. there is a small scratch across one side when i hit a pole whilst trying to avoid a car. but it doesnt bother me.
also, dont try to go over a speed bump at 80km/hr. your car wont sound very healthy haha.

im off to do my assignment now. goodnight!