Ninjaar

Holy crap!
Never go through your old work and expect to be impressed.  I was just like "What the fuck was I thinking?!  Where the hell did I come up with these gay names?!"
I fear I'm embarrassed to be myself.  Silly, silly me.

So anyway, It's my birthday in 2 weeks.  I'm excited, whooo.
/cheer
Yeah, that's all the pep I've got so I'm gonna go do something else.

Wewt.
(Hey look, I found moar pep! But srs, that's it)

<3

Well hello strangely public journal in which I write to on occasions such as these.  
I've been shittier than usual lately and in the wonderful words of the terribly addictive show "Glee" I'm in a massive 'funk'.

I think it's my new laptop, I did in the old hunk of crap I was using and now with this... the screen isn't just behind my tablet, it's behind this immobile bloody keyboard! D:
It makes me sadface in the most unbearable way.  I've taken up not trying to make anything look good in the neat way, this gives me an excuse to do imitation watercolour or something now.

Stupid laptop


So like.. also finishing Year 12 this year, that's exciting I should draw a book!
Yes, a book, it will be marvelous... I shall draw pages upon pages of words that lack all artistic motive!  Haha! It's perfect.


<3

So I came home, unpacked my ridiculous amounts of shit, and WHAT DO YA FUCKING KNOW, my tablet pen has gone missing! D:
I can only imagine my poor little baby lost on a plane somewhere, in the heart of some backwards country, scared out of it's little... wires(?) !!

It's $30 to get a new one and it would all be good and dandy, but my parents are all: "You just turned 17 but you don't get a birthday present because you just tried to escape the state and we had to save your homeless ass!"
Which is totally understandable;  but I need a tablet pen D:


The stress and graphite/lead poisoning are killing me!

I made it for 6 weeks on the Gold Coast, before I became homeless.  We got attacked by a Cereal Killer, only he was legit, we found ourselves in odd predicaments, and still we lived to tell the tale.
I just got back today, simply because we had nowhere else to go, we ran out of cash and we weren't sure what we should do; so as one would do, we used our only fallback.  "The tail between the leg technique" back to our parents.

I won't tell the rest, I'm writing a story about it.  I will admit, it was the best time of my life.


CDJR(L)

We all think of running away, but do we ever actually comply?
As children, sure we always pack our sack with toys and a sandwich before triumphantly skittering out the front gate only to turn around.  Maybe some of us even get down the street.  
Anyway, my point is:  why not run away for real?
Without the money and other complete necessities we obviously can't make a break for it; but if you had it, would you go?

I would...
I'd jump countries, settle in a USA city or a nice place in Europe and be to my surroundings as a sponge is to water.  I'd be so entranced I have to explain it using simile-metaphor language.  
I'm looking forward to the day I can jump off this hunk of rock onto the next, not that I don't adore Australia with everything I have.  It's just so familiar.





Also I've been working at a Primary School as a tutor so I've had all literacy, numeracy and creativity squeezed out of me by the little things.  Albeit adorable, they're draining and I'm finding myself using basic adjectives and sentence patterns.  Adjusting to Middle-Upper Primary is TOUGH!



Good night, sleep tight
and I bet those bed bugs'll bite!

Love Cait.