nearly how long?

Thats so awesome. I want that mug. just because. Ok, so i havent been blogging for a long while. Ive had uni (is getting gosh darn hectik - i got 8/aprox250 votes...) but yes. damn you ethnocentric politics! damn yewww... anyway.. its a week to my dads 4 years and someone close to me has lost someone. It makes me think... well.. it makes me feel... a little useless. How am i to help? because i want to. Ive lost my grandfather and my dad and the thing is.. they were both very different experiences. I was 12 or so when i lost my grandpa. I was in class 7, and i got pulled out of school. i remember being told by a classmate that i shouldnt be allowed to wear a black ribbon because "he was my grandfather, he wasnt close to me". the old man would let me help him with his insulin shots. i was, for a short while after, obsessed with the idea of becoming a doctor or scientist. i wanted to cure diabetes. when i lost my dad i was so.. lifeless. my dad was the guy i grew up with, looked up to. i inherited the animal love, the love of cooking, the eyebrows, forehead and fascination with storybooks. dad was always there.. until i moved out of his place and in with my mum. it was getting hard for me to stay there. (however that couldve been some odd childish thought). 11 months after leaving his place, i got the phone call. my ma was in aus, and i had just managed to figure out chicken drumsticks. i was told that my dad was in the hospital that was 15 minutes away by foot, or less. i was told to wait for the car. my dad was gone well before i had been told. the memory hasnt faded.. but ive grown a bit to know that its not something to wail about. sure, there are tears when its brought up.. but.. im sure ive mentioned the boy with the bread who has given me the strength to say hi to my dad without tears. so... as a last couple of words... life ends before we expect it to. doesnt mean that its early. its on time, its just that we dont want it to. we're mortal creatures. let's not waste time on negative thoughs, actions or in a manner of dwelling that only hurts ourselves. live life, love and sleep.

Secret School Post!

Bwhahaa, abusing the school internet because the one at home is retarded. a clanky keyboard (i has no better word for it, it makes the "thudthudclankkkkclick" noise) is clanky. so just helping drue out with her english oral during our free period. i have no idea why but am quite calm about it all... strangely enough, probably because i'm not waiting for my turn. meh. looking forward to the recess coffee... :D

GJ's

well you see, i adore Gloria Jean's. 

as in the coffee place which is ridiculously overpriced. 

why? before i love coffee and plastic utensils.

firstly for the plastic utensils,

once i went to eat ice cream in a park with some friends of mine.

we all put in and bought a tub of neopolitan ice cream.

of course, i swiped the rest of teh spoons and, of course

took a couple of days to wear them in before discarding them,

one by one. muahahahahaha!

and now coffee. 

i guess it all started around the age of five.

i used to watch my dad drink black coffee and used to do refill runs,

and stuff like that as any child would. 

as a child, i experimented and found the addiction in the cool dark beverage.

then around 8, 

i'd go to gave saturday morning brunch with my mother, 

who'd buy a cappucino. 

of course as an adult it seems you aren't supposed to enjoy froth,

so she gave it to me. 

it was yum.

and over time i earned my own cappucino.

yay cappucino addiction!

so now, on days like today.

that is saturday,

i'd go to town and around 2 o' clock i'd sit at GJ's,

with cappucino and spoon,

and wait for my shift buddy before going to work.

thank god for caffine,

otherwise i'd prolly be a smoker. ^^

the end.