the power of words never ceases to amaze me. also, really genuinely don't read this

the strength of a memory of a time or place or a feeling. that it can be so wrapped up in the arrangement of words in a particular context. i read this and suddenly i'm 14 again. whatever has happened since then, pete wentz and that band of boys made an impact in my life. so yeah, everyone following this is going to laugh at me, but i don't care. this was important once, and in a way it still is. the time and the place are gone, but this reminds me of the network i became a part of in early '07 and how much they still mean to me. boardies are forever.

“Here’s to the kids.

The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.

Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.

Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.

Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.

Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV…and blame MTV for ruining their life.

Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.

Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.

Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.

Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed.

Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so.

Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).

Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care.

Here’s to the kids who speak their mind.

Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.

Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.

Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.

Here’s to the kids.

This one’s not for the kids,

who always get what they want,

But for the ones who never had it at all.

It’s not for the ones who never got caught,

But for the ones who always try and fall.

This one’s for the kids who didnt make it,

We were the kids who never made it.

The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.

Not for the kids who had all their joys.

This one’s for the kids who never faked it.

We’re the kids who didn’t make it.

They say “Breaking hearts is what we do best,”

And, “We’ll make your heart be ripped of your chest”

The only heart that I broke was mine,

When I got My Hopes up too too high.

We were the kids who didnt make it.

We are the kids who never made it.”

Pete Wentz owns a part of me still, even though he's douchebag extraordanaire these days. There was a time before when he was the reason kids held on.

skins!

Cook. oh Cook.

you're so attractive. i died a little inside when Chris died. oh haha my finger just slipped and i wrote Christ. So yeah. Hot.

very very very very very very pretty. she's like a deer or a mouse or something small and delicate looking.

nawwwwwwwwww! this picture pretty much is Skins to me.

YOU CAN'T FOOL US FREDDIE/LUKE.

An Open Letter

I recommend you all try it, its incredibly therapeutic and hypothetically the person its directed at could read it. I have a few.

Dear #1,
I want you to be happy so badly. When you think nobody is looking you look so confused and solemn and sad that it breaks my heart. I'm not close enough to you to be a confidante; but I wish I was. I know I make you laugh because I just say whatever comes into my mind and because your humour is to make fun of everyone and mine is to make fun of myself; so we appreciate each other.
Please be happy. Cool. Thanks.
Love Aisling

Dear #2,
I love you but you drive me mad. I can't say anymore or everyone will know who I'm talking about.
Love (because I do love you, whatever else happens) Aisling

Dear entire universe,
Stop making people I care about hurt. I'd really appreciate it. Kthx.
Sincerely, Aisling.

Dear #3,
I can't stand you, quite frankly. I have no interest in you being a part of my life. I just wish we weren't so closely linked so I could escape from you. Everything about you disgusts me. Get over yourself and grow up. Nobody cares anymore.



See! Therapy! Its great!

intense week.

1. Crazy gunman at the MCG. He was caught, don't freak out. But the thing I found entertaining was that immediately there was a police search for a "man of dark complexion and dark hair; of spanish or middle eastern appearance". That would all be ok but then I saw in the mX on Tuesday that in fact that gunman hadn't been a man of dark complexion at all! It was a little white boy previously convicted of petty theft etc.
   Australia: land of the racist. Good one.
2. Julia Gillard, PM. Despite the fact that her name can't be shortened to something as catchy as 'KRudd' (Kevin Rudd, former Prime Minister); I'm really excited and interested to see what she does. First woman. I have many frustrations with regard to the Generation Y attitude to politics in Australia; I won't go into it here. Just thinking about it makes me want to go all Incredible Hulk on yo' ass. 
3. End of Term 2. A term ending has never come so slowly. I genuinely thought I was going to lose my sanity before Term 2 ended.

Lame blog post is lame; sorry guys. I'm really sleepy. Despite what it may sound like, I am REALLY REALLY SUPER OVER EXCITED about J.Gill ruling the country. I like her. As politicians go, she's ok.

I'm out. Bedtime me thinks.

i'm taking control

i've come to the decision that this crush has lasted far too long and is far too intense for its own good. its becoming one of those annoying attention seeking crushes that constrict breathing a bit and it thinks that its more important than ~just a crush. so thats enough. i am ending it as of now. and i don't care whether he has facebook or not; or i do care but in a purely friendly 'i add everyone my age who works with me' way.

super

smells like nom

my hair smells like cordial.
word.

funnies

dramatic reading of a breakup letter

oh my gosh, the lols just keep coming.
thats it for now actually.

next years birthday cake

i'll be in england, it'll be easy. everyone is doctor who in england

YES PLEASE

happy birthday to me!

its my 18th birthday today. i'm too lazy to make a list of things i got. i'll do it tomorrow. for now; pretty things i want

I really like 50s-esque house-wifey dresses right now.

all these are from modcloth which is American, so all the prices will be in US dollars.

can you promise me; if this was right, don't throw it all away

be more attractive ? i dare you.

i cut my hair