- my friends.
- my daddy
- my sister
- my new pencilcase
- things that are brightly coloured
- my camera
- my lego ring
- my necklace with my engagement ring, dogtag and 'spare keys' on it
- scrubs
- things that are shiny
- music
- playing music
- em es en
- light
people like you- you
- MyAmp
- my trusty ipod
- my new $49 cap
- that dress
- fridays
- saturdays
- sundays
- spot
- cleanliness
- disney princesses
- blitzregn baby
- sesame street bandaids
- my sunglasses
- my paperclips
- my ties
- that panic cd cover
- rorring
- hats
- thomas the tank engine
- drama
- orange juice
- love hearts
- nail hardener
- ballroom dancing
- things that are easy
- things that challenge me
- fairytales
- chick flicks
- being allowed to dream
- bass
- lego
- scrabble
- twister
- juice boxes
- 'are you gunna be my girl '
- valentines day
- all other occasions
- days where we have to attend school, but not do school work
- owning dvds and cds
- fabric paint
- doing something creative
- being oblivious
- streamers
- things
- memories
happiertobeyou
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L I S T E N
blogs do NOT equal angsty emo rants.
come on and lift me up its a brand new day
open up a little happiness today
so i can be someone new
come on and lift me up to a better wa)
open up a smile on another face
so i can feel something new
V I D E O
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well, you're standing next to me.
P R O F I L E
happier being you. ok being me :)
hey, i'm known as joyeeta, joy, jo. whatever 'tickles your fancy'. i love my music. that's a lie. my music is horrible. i like other peoples music. that's true. as for tv; house. little britain, scrubs. two and a half men. too many movies to list all of them, but the dark knight. wall-e. moulin rouge. juno. edward scissorhands. little miss sunshine. nightmare before christmas. are a few. i really won't even try to list the music. too much music. i don't want to vomit up too much information incase there's some crazy stalkers out there. i'm looking at you crazy stalker.
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things on my to do list.
things on my to do list.
why not
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'happies'
9:59 pm - Saturday, January 31
smil.
10:41 pm - Friday, January 30
smil til ditt blitzregn baby!
darn, grace's blog codes are BROKEEEEEEEEN. This means time spent fixing them soon, hopefully making it BETTER. sitting on a chair like i am right now, can't be good for my back, can't be bothered moving though, wait now i did.
right now, arguing with stuart, always pointless, because i can never get mad enough at him for me to be really mean, and the amount of mean that i am, stuart can take. i just don't see why he has to be so self centered all the time. i mean, really. there's a limit, and i think he's exceeded it. it actually literally makes me sick sometimes. but my gosh, i still love that kid, it sucks so much.
oh and by the way, thanks for taking it as lightly as you did, but stop clinging to my dearest vbv, she doesn't appreciate it, can't you see it in her face. but yeah, genuinly, thanks for not being a bitch about it... all except for that little remark you made at lunchtime, that you thought nobody heard. yeah, i heard it, yeah it kind of hurt like a friggin bitch, thanks for that too. i almost thought you were more mature than that.
oh and school started, yeah. i really think it's alright. but everything feels different. like i'm walking with new feet, walking on new schoolgrounds, entering new classrooms. it's all the same though really. drama is the most fun. i think drama and photography are going to be what gets me through this year, my lifelines. the other subjects are alright i guess, and i think once the class gets more involved, and gte to know each other, it'll be a lot more fun. i'm torn between playing netball this term or going and playing whateer vbv and chrees are doing. grade sport was fun, but i think i'd like to do something where i don't have to look like a beetroot all the time, and it's been really hot recently, maybe i'll play again in term 4. well it depends on what they plan on playing, ice skating or bowling or whatever else. i just DONOT want to do walking, not again, no thanks. i'll walk on my own time, thanks. i wonder how many typos are in this blog. probably lots.
ok now, right this second, i've lost my respect for you. every last drop of it. FUCK YOU. YOU HEAR ME FUCK YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU FIND MY BLOG NOW. JUST FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. i was trying not to make this blog NOT angry, but NO. ou had to go and change that, how low could you possibly be. you're complainging about your family issues. ' life is shit' then tying me up in there. ' oh and there's that thing from before' YEAH OK I GET IT. IT'S NOT GETTING YOU ANYWHERE. you're being low and i didn't expect that from you. now i'm mad. i HATE being mad like this, now i'm going to sleep uneasy and TRUST me it's not out of pity it's out of disgust.
take it like a man, stop being so naive.
well, i'll wrap it up before it just becomes more angry.
and in case you were wondering, thi was kind of lazily written over an hour or two..
darn, grace's blog codes are BROKEEEEEEEEN. This means time spent fixing them soon, hopefully making it BETTER. sitting on a chair like i am right now, can't be good for my back, can't be bothered moving though, wait now i did.
right now, arguing with stuart, always pointless, because i can never get mad enough at him for me to be really mean, and the amount of mean that i am, stuart can take. i just don't see why he has to be so self centered all the time. i mean, really. there's a limit, and i think he's exceeded it. it actually literally makes me sick sometimes. but my gosh, i still love that kid, it sucks so much.
oh and by the way, thanks for taking it as lightly as you did, but stop clinging to my dearest vbv, she doesn't appreciate it, can't you see it in her face. but yeah, genuinly, thanks for not being a bitch about it... all except for that little remark you made at lunchtime, that you thought nobody heard. yeah, i heard it, yeah it kind of hurt like a friggin bitch, thanks for that too. i almost thought you were more mature than that.
oh and school started, yeah. i really think it's alright. but everything feels different. like i'm walking with new feet, walking on new schoolgrounds, entering new classrooms. it's all the same though really. drama is the most fun. i think drama and photography are going to be what gets me through this year, my lifelines. the other subjects are alright i guess, and i think once the class gets more involved, and gte to know each other, it'll be a lot more fun. i'm torn between playing netball this term or going and playing whateer vbv and chrees are doing. grade sport was fun, but i think i'd like to do something where i don't have to look like a beetroot all the time, and it's been really hot recently, maybe i'll play again in term 4. well it depends on what they plan on playing, ice skating or bowling or whatever else. i just DONOT want to do walking, not again, no thanks. i'll walk on my own time, thanks. i wonder how many typos are in this blog. probably lots.
ok now, right this second, i've lost my respect for you. every last drop of it. FUCK YOU. YOU HEAR ME FUCK YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU FIND MY BLOG NOW. JUST FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. i was trying not to make this blog NOT angry, but NO. ou had to go and change that, how low could you possibly be. you're complainging about your family issues. ' life is shit' then tying me up in there. ' oh and there's that thing from before' YEAH OK I GET IT. IT'S NOT GETTING YOU ANYWHERE. you're being low and i didn't expect that from you. now i'm mad. i HATE being mad like this, now i'm going to sleep uneasy and TRUST me it's not out of pity it's out of disgust.
take it like a man, stop being so naive.
well, i'll wrap it up before it just becomes more angry.
and in case you were wondering, thi was kind of lazily written over an hour or two..
Dearest,
8:08 pm - Thursday, January 29
actually, nevermind. i don't care.
so where's your picket fence, love?
6:45 pm - Sunday, January 25
cheapskates, people scraping their feet,
people who just don't bother to eat.
self centred people, all those damn pet names,
messing about and playing those mindgames.
cleaning up after people, again and again,
see if i didn't care, what would you do then?
invasions of privacy, hair extensions, fake tans,
when things don't go according to plan.
to an extent, pessimists, hot sunny seasons.
people who bitch, with no good reasons.
people who cling and people who whine,
posers, tryhards, people who pine.
attentions seekers, people are lazy,
when the magic eight ball says, hey ' reply hazy '
cleavage on girls, cleavage on guys ?
people who continue to make up lies upon lies.
itchy red rashes, lightening and fish,
people who don't do, they just dream and they wish.
heavy metal, groupies, that stupid word, 'why' ?
people who spend their whole lives, simply wanting to die,
teenagers dating, teenagers working,
strutting around, conspicuous flirting.
narrow minds, shallow assumptions,
assumptions in general, innacurate presumptions
screamers and rick rolls, wastes of my time,
nosebleeds and scars, the price of green lime.
the price of cds, hypocrties, oops.
people who slip through political loops.
things that make you sad, things that make my heart sting,
these are a few of my least favourite things.
people who just don't bother to eat.
self centred people, all those damn pet names,
messing about and playing those mindgames.
cleaning up after people, again and again,
see if i didn't care, what would you do then?
invasions of privacy, hair extensions, fake tans,
when things don't go according to plan.
to an extent, pessimists, hot sunny seasons.
people who bitch, with no good reasons.
people who cling and people who whine,
posers, tryhards, people who pine.
attentions seekers, people are lazy,
when the magic eight ball says, hey ' reply hazy '
cleavage on girls, cleavage on guys ?
people who continue to make up lies upon lies.
itchy red rashes, lightening and fish,
people who don't do, they just dream and they wish.
heavy metal, groupies, that stupid word, 'why' ?
people who spend their whole lives, simply wanting to die,
teenagers dating, teenagers working,
strutting around, conspicuous flirting.
narrow minds, shallow assumptions,
assumptions in general, innacurate presumptions
screamers and rick rolls, wastes of my time,
nosebleeds and scars, the price of green lime.
the price of cds, hypocrties, oops.
people who slip through political loops.
things that make you sad, things that make my heart sting,
these are a few of my least favourite things.
kaizers.
2:27 am
sorry for the double post but this is a MUST.
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pet names.
12:59 am
i dislike them. i really really really don't like them. well basically, i hate them. and you know this too, but you insist that you have the right to call me sweety or honey or princess. i already told you how much i hate that. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it. it's demeaning and makes me feel underrated and angry. they're immature and stupid and why call people pet names when they have perfectly fine given names. don't ask whyit pisses me off, it's just another one of those things i have. don't ever, ever, ever again call me anything other than my name, my acceptable nicknames or anything else that is NOT a pet name. no petnames.
ever.
ever.
11:28 pm - Friday, January 23
there comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore and who always will. So don't worry about people in your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future
- anonymous
I don't know why you're so blind.
11:03 pm - Saturday, January 17
you, my friend make me mad. I've never ever in my life met anyone who makes me any madder than you make me and have made me right now. and i don't understand how i still tolerate and love you so much. you ARE the definition of ALL my pet peeves. you're the DEFINITION of the type of person i don't want to be involved with. you're not even a very good friend. i just don't know how long it'll be till you tip me over the edge. you are the one thing in my life right now that makes me mad. there are lot's of things that annoy me, the tick me off, but i don't get mad very easily. and no, this is not pmsing, trust me , it's not. and you don't even care. even after all that. you don't care. maybe you're just a friend i shouldn't have. but i don't know what i'd do without you, and i'm not sure why. and thankyou to everyone who manages to help me stay away from the edge, by making me smile, making me laugh. thanks to those who have positive energy flowing out their asses.
first tell me what's on yours ,
12:46 am - Friday, January 16
somethings on my mind. somethings on my mind and it won't go away. i keep batting my hands above my head, but somethings on my mind. i've tried sleeping it off, tried overpowering them, overthrowing them, distracting myself, but there's something on my mind. i've been running round in circles around myself, trying to get a better look at me and who i really am, but i can't figure it out. i don't know wha ti want anymore and that scares me. because i always know what i want. i sat on the kitchen floor yesterday, it's not uncommon, that place is warm in the sun, and decided to weigh the pro and cons and for hte first time the cons had a landslide victory and it made me want to cry. but still, somethings on my mind.
goodbye my hopeless dream.
1:27 am - Wednesday, January 14
i like to try and help. but sometimes, you hear things, you learn about things, that leave you with nothing to say or do. and i'm so sorry for being so unhelpful. all i could muster up was a clumsy ' oh my god ' and my hands moved, limp, across the keyboard. something inside clicked, and i've got a new life mission. girls as perfect as this girl don't deserve to be haunted by thoughts and memories of that nature. i haven't seen her in a while, i'm going to see her whenever possible. i will stay up with her all night, because i know. how to save a life.
never ever forget to remember that i will always be here, even jsut to hold your hand. i'm not good at fixing things, i'm not, but i can try and make it better.
never ever forget to remember that i will always be here, even jsut to hold your hand. i'm not good at fixing things, i'm not, but i can try and make it better.
i'm trying [ so, so hard ] not to think about you.
8:31 pm - Sunday, January 11
can't you just let me be ?
i never want to see you unhappy.
you know, i love the rain. but i'm very picky with my rain. i hate drizzle, all that does is make your hair frizz. i don't like storms, because i'm petrified of lightening, absolutly terrified. i love thunder though, that could be something to do with my addiction to bass. [ yes, yes i sang it too after writing that sentence ] but the rain i like, the rain i love, is when it's pouring down, buckets and buckets of rain, the type than ensures you'll catch some crazy form of the sniffles. just rain though, no special effects. i love being drenched, if mums not home, and it rains like that, i lie on the deck out the back, and see hwo long i can keep my eyes open without blinking and wiping my eyes.my record is 3 seconds. not counting the times i did it with my glasses on. (: maybe that's why i'm sick all the time, it doens't really bother me. i love hot soup, blankets, movie rentals and not going to school.
i should clean my room.
i never want to see you unhappy.
you know, i love the rain. but i'm very picky with my rain. i hate drizzle, all that does is make your hair frizz. i don't like storms, because i'm petrified of lightening, absolutly terrified. i love thunder though, that could be something to do with my addiction to bass. [ yes, yes i sang it too after writing that sentence ] but the rain i like, the rain i love, is when it's pouring down, buckets and buckets of rain, the type than ensures you'll catch some crazy form of the sniffles. just rain though, no special effects. i love being drenched, if mums not home, and it rains like that, i lie on the deck out the back, and see hwo long i can keep my eyes open without blinking and wiping my eyes.my record is 3 seconds. not counting the times i did it with my glasses on. (: maybe that's why i'm sick all the time, it doens't really bother me. i love hot soup, blankets, movie rentals and not going to school.
i should clean my room.
she is.
12:22 am - Friday, January 9
she told me last night, over a twisted configuration of cables, her voice soft, as to not wake her sleeping parents " i know i still love him " and i believe her because she doesn't lie. she loves like she loves the sun, maybe even more, she would trade the stars for him. she loves his arms, his lips, his heart.
every week, maybe twice, she calls me, always at the most bizzare times of the night. she does most of the talking, though somewhwere in the middle she'll tell me i'm a good listener, and i'll thank her for the compliment. sometimes this is the only occasion in which i speak, except for hello and goodnight. when i'm talking to her, lying in the warmth of my blankets, my breathing will even out, but she'll never ask if i'm awake, i'll always be awake while it's her on the phone.
this time she tells me of a boy. not the boy i usually hear about. this boy is a new addition to her crazy rollercoaster of a life. he came in subtly , she says, she didn't notice him enter but he did and they seemed to instantly connect. "on every level" she said, voice husky from the hour. she tells me about his eyes and how they connect so well with hers, his hair, his maturity, his willingness to help, his humour, his voice. she said, i heard. she asks me, her voice softer than it was perviously, she whispers , " is it possible, for a girl, to be in love , two times over, at the same time? "
i stop breathing for a second because, i don't know, how would i know, yes ? apparently, yes. she says she loves being with him, she loves being with him. too. she likes talking to the boy, hours on end, she loves the way he talks to her, but she misses him. "is it wrong ?" she asks " to want to kiss him ? " i don't know. tell me. i don't know. she wants to know, is it normal for her to want to hold his hand. i shake my head but say nothing, becuase i still don't know, no.
she is in a state of how. " what if it's just me. maybe it's just me. maybe i just miss him." i have nothing to say so i don't. she sounds like she needs a lifeboat but my words are no saviour. i wish i could step into her shoes, and lay her to sleep for a while, while i fix things for her. mend her life and scotchtape it so the pieces are at least attatched to each other in one way or another.
just as the sun rises, i hear her stop talking. after a moment she tells me that she should go to bed and i tell her the same. she should go to bed, she needs to rest. she'll kill me for writing this blog; i'll kill me for writing this blog. i put down the phone, after we've said our goodbyes and i think for a few minutes. and i know.
she is in love twice over. at the same time.
every week, maybe twice, she calls me, always at the most bizzare times of the night. she does most of the talking, though somewhwere in the middle she'll tell me i'm a good listener, and i'll thank her for the compliment. sometimes this is the only occasion in which i speak, except for hello and goodnight. when i'm talking to her, lying in the warmth of my blankets, my breathing will even out, but she'll never ask if i'm awake, i'll always be awake while it's her on the phone.
this time she tells me of a boy. not the boy i usually hear about. this boy is a new addition to her crazy rollercoaster of a life. he came in subtly , she says, she didn't notice him enter but he did and they seemed to instantly connect. "on every level" she said, voice husky from the hour. she tells me about his eyes and how they connect so well with hers, his hair, his maturity, his willingness to help, his humour, his voice. she said, i heard. she asks me, her voice softer than it was perviously, she whispers , " is it possible, for a girl, to be in love , two times over, at the same time? "
i stop breathing for a second because, i don't know, how would i know, yes ? apparently, yes. she says she loves being with him, she loves being with him. too. she likes talking to the boy, hours on end, she loves the way he talks to her, but she misses him. "is it wrong ?" she asks " to want to kiss him ? " i don't know. tell me. i don't know. she wants to know, is it normal for her to want to hold his hand. i shake my head but say nothing, becuase i still don't know, no.
she is in a state of how. " what if it's just me. maybe it's just me. maybe i just miss him." i have nothing to say so i don't. she sounds like she needs a lifeboat but my words are no saviour. i wish i could step into her shoes, and lay her to sleep for a while, while i fix things for her. mend her life and scotchtape it so the pieces are at least attatched to each other in one way or another.
just as the sun rises, i hear her stop talking. after a moment she tells me that she should go to bed and i tell her the same. she should go to bed, she needs to rest. she'll kill me for writing this blog; i'll kill me for writing this blog. i put down the phone, after we've said our goodbyes and i think for a few minutes. and i know.
she is in love twice over. at the same time.
take me on.
1:28 am - Wednesday, January 7
today [yesterday], was rogers birthday, we all went bowling and it was fun and everyone hopefully had a good time. but when we were at home, afterwards, vbv , chrees and roger came over and vbv was asking chrees about some of his recent calls. she was looking through his recent calls list. and i fully started raging. and everyone was like what ?
because to me for soem reaso nthat's about the worst disregard to somebodies privacy possible. i don't know, i just, hate that kind of thing, i won't let people even read my inbox list, even if they don't read the actual messages. argh. and everyone was just staring at me like i was crazy or paranoid or seomthing. it's just. they all had nothing against it. i think it's so strange.
and now i feel like i'm just realyl strange or soemthing.
darn, i probably shouldn't keep him up any longer, i'll go to bed
nighty night.
because to me for soem reaso nthat's about the worst disregard to somebodies privacy possible. i don't know, i just, hate that kind of thing, i won't let people even read my inbox list, even if they don't read the actual messages. argh. and everyone was just staring at me like i was crazy or paranoid or seomthing. it's just. they all had nothing against it. i think it's so strange.
and now i feel like i'm just realyl strange or soemthing.
darn, i probably shouldn't keep him up any longer, i'll go to bed
nighty night.
party with me.
8:46 pm - Thursday, January 1
hey there 2oo9. you look pretty fine, hun (:
some things, are just perfect. the assorted nuts, for example. the perfect mixed bag of lunatics to always make my day. it's like this bunch of kids just never fail. if this year is going to be anything like nye was, i'm in for one hell of an awesome year ahead of me, and i thank you guys, because you've been the foundation for my happiness.
i haven't really thought about a new years resolution, i guess all the things on my fourteen things, i want to do, but it's not like they're something i'm aiming to do this eyar in particular. except the maths test one. that's somethign i want to do.
today and last night, really just epic, is all i can say. the train ride, the fake martinis, the sparklers, the fireworks, the PMSING, the train ride, the morning hang out, the wall-e, the clumsy <3, style="font-style: italic;"> us, the trying to sleep, the not sleeping, the sunrise, the chitchat, the goodnights, the goodmornings, the breakfast, the moulinrouge, the planning, the YESman, the fountains, the departure. to name a few.
so anyway, happy new year (:
hope you have a super duper one.
some things, are just perfect. the assorted nuts, for example. the perfect mixed bag of lunatics to always make my day. it's like this bunch of kids just never fail. if this year is going to be anything like nye was, i'm in for one hell of an awesome year ahead of me, and i thank you guys, because you've been the foundation for my happiness.
i haven't really thought about a new years resolution, i guess all the things on my fourteen things, i want to do, but it's not like they're something i'm aiming to do this eyar in particular. except the maths test one. that's somethign i want to do.
today and last night, really just epic, is all i can say. the train ride, the fake martinis, the sparklers, the fireworks, the PMSING, the train ride, the morning hang out, the wall-e, the clumsy <3, style="font-style: italic;"> us, the trying to sleep, the not sleeping, the sunrise, the chitchat, the goodnights, the goodmornings, the breakfast, the moulinrouge, the planning, the YESman, the fountains, the departure. to name a few.
so anyway, happy new year (:
hope you have a super duper one.
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