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With Nails Painted

I rarely am found with painted nails. I just dont enjoy painting them and they only seem to look nice for a day or two, mind you, I love them for that day or two. But once they start to chip it all has to come off. In the attempt of calming myself the other night I painted them with my favourite polish. This resulted in me succumbing to fits of stress today and scratching the polish off all 10 nails in less than an hour.

I dont think levels of stress this high extended for three straight days is healthy. Perhaps I should just force myself to stress relieve tonight at some point before I die of stress induced coronary heart disease or something of the likes.

You're Using Your Headphones To Drown Out Your Mind

How did she know? That is exactly what I am doing. If the music is loud enough and my eyes are closed it doesnt just drown out the outside sound, it drowns out the world. And then it drowns out the chaotic scrambling that is my mind. I try and live with music constantly in the background enhancing the performance that is me. But it takes the spotlight sometimes and in those moments of swirling bliss filled with lyrics so carefully laced amongst the notes I actually find quiet. The noise outside is nothing compared to the constant voices inside. Dont read that and suddenly think I am psychotic and hear voices, its not like that. Its like a constant narration of my life along with incessant thoughts as my mind continually wanders through fantasies and possibilities. So I am grabbing my headphones and feeling the thoughts slowly being drowned out.

Kites Fly Highest Against the Wind

Perhaps all this opposition or struggling I find in my life really is just to push me higher. If it works for kites then its bound to work for me, right? All I can do is aim for the middle of the blast of wind and try and rise as high as possible. It cant be harder than trying to avoid it.

Why Real Life is Like the Jetsons

I fondly remember watching the Jetsons on television as a child. Mostly I remember watching it while on holidays. Perhaps we didnt get it back home. It was one of those shows that would just make you laugh, and I always thought it was a good thing that when we phoned people they didnt see our faces because what if you were just stepping out of the shower, or all sweaty mid run or indisposed in some other way. The draw of telephones is that you can communicate with someone and appearance does not matter at all. You can call them anymore you have reception.

Real life has now become like the Jetsons. As the show crossed my mind the other night it hit. When we just rock up to skype with someone its the same as the Jetsons, or when you choose facetime on your phone, at least mine offers it (an option I always choose to not go with). So somewhere along the way we crossed that line of technology. The mindblowing scientific discoveries that were depicted in our childhood or prior to that are now real.

I am banking on a hover craft being the next household invention. Which makes me wish I was in the world of Tron.

A Minor Inconvenience

I realized I am at that place. A place I dont often venture to, at least not whole heartedly. You might actually be at the place for likely the first time ever. So here we are, both at the same place and possibly on the same page. This is something new, something that I cant really wrap my head around. I think it could be epic though. But that would be too easy, too perfect and sensical. So here is the catch, I am thousands of miles away. This is a minor inconvenience. I need to find a way around it. Let the tempting begin.

Drawing the Whole City On A New Canvas

When something is scheduled for 2 hours, it should take that. It is alright if for some reason it ends a little early, and I will accept a few minutes overtime. But after ten minutes over the allotted time it is unexceptable. I mean people have schedules and lives to live. We cannot stay for an extra 40 minutes after 7 hours of learning just for you to shove the knife into my skull a little deeper hoping I can learn something else. Two hours over schedule is also not okay. I cannot sit still that long. I think I should seriously consider cutting all sugar out of my diet as I fear I may have some mild form of ADD as I struggle in sitting still.

So I drew a cityscape. Across my arm. That is what happens when you needlessly make me sit for 4 hours, when I planned on two. And when in those 4 hours the last 2.5 were not helpful. I cannot sit still that long, especially unexpectedly. Although I am quite proud of this cityscape. Perhaps this will be my new canvas, it is better than the one I was planning on.

Word on the Street

Word on the street is that a cyclone over 500km massive is coming towards Queensland. Okay, thats not word on the street. Thats fact. If this cyclone comes and floods my home which I have had for 3 days after 3 weeks of being homeless I will have a major mental breakdown and I will likely break things. Anything, like faces if that is what is closest.

Luckily, the same word, also known as the news, has informed me that it will hit up north and I will just get rain. So my new home should not flood. Thank goodness. I feel like a cyclone would kinda suck, and by suck I mean it would massively destroy everything in its path like a dinosaur on a wild rampage.

I also realized its too soon. I cannot laugh about the thought of my newest home flooding. That would be unreal. Honestly, if that happened I would just stop and look for Ashton Kutcher because the only explanation would be me getting Punk'd. Too soon.