Pure frustration.

I can't sleep. I have to get up in 6 hours and do a HSC exam. My mind is racing. I want to cry. That is all.

Good music makes everything alright.

I'm having a serious iTunes cleanout today and I figured I'd put my 'study' playlist up. Most of these albums aren't very recent, definately all are good though.

A favourite that nothing can contest. Bon Iver is to me what Miley Cyrus is to pre-pubescent teenagers (Sorry, Justin Vernon.)

Bloc Party is yet to fail me. I've been listening to them since my brother introduced us years ago. Intimacy is good, I've just been bringing back Silent Alarm for my favourites.

So suitable for my lonely study days lately. As Court pointed out it definately brings nostalgia for The OC.

A rare album- ie I actually like every song on it.

Summer! That is all.

Because it's my fathers favourite album. AND because Billy and Tom have only just acknowledged the existence of Hallelujah. Definately should listen to Lover, You Should've Come Over and Mojo Pin.. If you kids are reading.

Ok so I'm studying for this little thing called the HSC. I am oddly calm. I'm more stressed about this lack of worrying then I am about the exams ahead of me. I have my first one tomorrow for business studies so I'm doing a ridiculous amount of practice papers now. I can't figure out why I'm calm because I'm not confident at all. Maybe I burnt out... even though I never really did work in the first place.. This is awkward..

One of the many things that have distracted me: looking through old photos from summer, daydreaming about summer, thinking about going for a run so I look good for summer, looking at cossies on websites, thinking about fake tanning, considering patting my dog, maybe popping in to Mark's house..

WHAT THE FUCK I have HSC tomorrow..

William's Tattoo.

Eye of Horus: The right eye reflects solar, masculine, energy, reason and mathematics.

We're all ladies.

Before I left for this night my mum told me I looked like a lady.

If only she'd seen us by the end of the night. I almost fell into the pond. I mixed everybody's drinks. And I chucked a tantrum because someone said hi to me. By the end of the night I'd somehow made it back to my boyfriends house where I, classily, vomited into a bucket.

I will not drink again until the HSC is over.

PS. I managed to keep my lipstick on all night.. when I woke up it was as good as new.

PPS. Props to Lauren for looking hot while vomiting in her sink. Happy birthday homegirl.

BRB rebelling.

After HSC..
Hand tattoo:
Hair:

Lip tattoo:

Out of my hands.

I'm studying for HSC, but for some reason, the panic hasn't hit yet. Instead I'm here questioning everything I'm doing right now. I feel like I've been here before. I'm feeling empty; I need everyone to fill me up, to keep me from thinking too hard. Study is just part of a routine, so is hanging out with people. And then when I stop, times like now- sitting in bed, listening to my ipod; I feel so nostalgic for what we all used to be. Shit's changing now, I can't control it, and I hate it.

I'm drifting further away.