Chase the Verve

The reason i started this tumblr was to tick off my friend at school, after explaining his exasparation of bloggers and their online activities i put forward the idea of myself beginning a blog on tumblr. He was not amused.

And now - a month and 27 posts later - i think it is now the right time to acknowledge that my beginnings on tumblr largely arose due to the complex emotions my friend holds towards blogging and my own childish and gleeful desire to witness his face when he reads my words after i told him that i would name drop him in my next post.

So yeah - ALEX S******* is pretty cool!

In other news, “Marriage ends successfully; social status is once again determined by material possession, health, emotional wellbeing and outward appearance, not the ability to describe the cars driven by the royal family or what would have been taken had there been rain nor the number of hairdressers employed or amount of kilojoules in the wedding cake etc. etc.”

I wake up to two alarm clocks staggered so that by the time i wake up for the first one and switch it off, the second one starts ringing just as my head hits the pillow again.

Sadly, there is nothing to prevent my head from hitting the pillow a third time after i’ve closed the second alarm.

in which we gorge ourselves on jelly

“the jelly is all GOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!”

~Yashna

In which we reflect on the dangers of long grass:

“but what if i get bitten by a sex spider?”

~ Jake

-  wherein i will quote anything my friends say for great comedic effect  -

“I ate too many noodles. Now I have the hiccups.”

~ Ezgi

For the east coast of australia, and also inhabitants of south america - the La Nina weather pattern has well and truly settled down and enough rain has fallen in the space of a few days accross melbourne than in a whole month in past years.
Sunshine has become a commodity and you must pounce upon it whenever you can - much like a reptile will warm themselves up - and when you do pounce it will be glorious, fleeting and ever so enjoyable.

Sleep deprivation - such a common and easily self inflicted condition will cause you to eat more, make more mistakes in simple everyday tasks and become the embodiment of pure loathing if chronic. For myself, i have had enough sleep in the last 3 nights to be able to turn objects in my hand, slowly, with great deliberation and only rarely having shaking hands.

Fortunately for me - a great way to truly feel awake and have the body adjust from the absolutely dreadful sleep inertia one gets from waking from deep sleep (psych 3/4 herp) is to place onself in the presence of bright light such as a little bit of sunlight.

Walking home after a particularly tiring night, the eyelid drooping hormone melatonin slowly seeping out of your circulatory system as the autumn sunlight, now fast becoming rarer and shorter, kicks your body clock back into shape. I go home and i read a paper and i find another opinion article that makes me want to break a window.

What are we even doing here?

Trying to rub the sleep out of our eyes with the help of sunlight?

why can’t we ever do it ourselves - without the help?

fucking world issues and opinion articles.

the-srinimatographer:

darkknightrises:

advancedgoodbye:

brokenrainbows:

holy shit…. I thought I was the only one, omg. I do this ALL the time.

then what’s was the fucking purpose of it? MINDBLOWN.

THEN WHAT IN FUCK’S NAME IS IT FOR

IT GETS THE DUST OFF MY SCHOOL SHOES I LOVE IT

I feel guilty admitting to this somehow…

When you are pressing on a tired muscle, it effectively puts pressure on it, gentle massaging, squeezing or repeated tapping all promote blood flow to the area which supposedly aids recovery.
After canoeing for two days (thats me) tapping just doesn’t cut it anymore, you feel as if you need a warm suspension of a body moulding gel and a bed constructed COMPLETELY out of bean bags.
Hyperbole or not there is something to be said of the ending of any trip/journey/hike/adventure; you know that upon reflection - everything will have seemed fun and no amount of fatigue will budge those rose tinted glasses from the bridge of your nose.

Now when was the last time you were on the phone with a close friend? a loved one? a family member? You may not notice it but due to the nature of telecommunications, background electromagnetic radiation from space, wireless networks or other phone conversations in similar wavelengths all culminate into a soft buzzing static in your conversation.

If ever there is silence in your conversation take notice of that static, its the background noise of a world of communication; of arguments, declarations of love, customer service wrangling, the collision of solar particles into our atmosphere, people planning trips or events with their friends, casual conversations, restaurant bookings, of life grinding along around us, its a comforting thought and maye if you’re on your bean bag bed talking on the phone, it’ll be a thought you can talk about and discuss with whoever your talking to.

Its my birthday today.

However i never really fully appreciate this until about the last half hour of the night rolls around - maybe before i go to bed and have time to think about what it means to me.

Websites will generate automatic emails to wish people happy birthday sometimes and today i received one such message from the australia red cross blood center, will my now 17 year old blood be any different than yesterday? Hopefully it will still save lives next time i go in and donate blood.

Its nearly 11.30 pm so i’ll be leaving now to reflect on my last 365 days of legal childhood. A terrifying thought  : )

tarawrr:

tigerlizzy:

get-in-loser:

WOO. MELBOURNE.

i love this shithole which is down south of melbourne.

In the sleepy town of Melbourne, Australia, at the junction of Russell St. and Little Bourke St. there is a small and unassuming shop that sells all sorts of skewered meats marinated and cooked over charcoal.
There you can find a special delicacy called ‘crazy wings’ that bring you joy, happiness, death of tastebuds and oesophagus tissue, violent spasms and sometimes if you are lucky they say you can achieve a zen state of detachment from the physical world.

If you haven’t gathered by now - the wings, the ‘Crazy’ wings are named so for their hot and painful feeling they leave behind in your mind which no amount of dairy products, sweet drinks or (yes i know it makes it worse) cold water can save you.

If you live in Melbourne and decide to partake in this dish, consider yourself warned.

It is also advised that you eat an exorbitant amount of crazy wings (anything more than half a wing) and get it all over your hands before putting on contact lenses later on in the day.

There always seems to be a backlog - wherever you look in your life, theres stuff you haven’t gotten around to doing yet, playing yet, making yet, reading yet, completing yet, eating yet, moving yet, arranging yet - you get the idea.

I think i have enough backlog to fill up a whole sheet of paper - you might say ‘well thats not too much’ but really think abt it, if you write dot points, in small font you could cram a lot of stuff into a piece of A4 paper.

There are the games that are critically lauded that i think i might enjoy, there are the projects i tell myself to do (oh hey, i should start a tumb- oh nvm), the WORK - the endless endless work, the forms i need to fill out for some course or some camp (btw i’m a venturer scout and whenever you’re going on a camp you generally have to fill out some medical details) or some TV show that i’ve been meaning to catch up on or the movies i tell myself would be good to watch, the friends i’ve been meaning to catch up with or just the news.

Thing is there is too much to catch up on - more than i could ever possibly have enough time to catch up on unless i cut into my sleep - heck i dont get enough of that as it is … anyways, there’s so much to find out or read or ponder that you can almost withdraw from it completely.

What about you? what kinds of backlogs do you all have in your life? do they affect the way you do things? the way you think about your life?

Every year, i wake up an hour later somewhere between the transition of summer to autumn, when the leaves are about to brown and the sun doesn’t say hi to me every morning.

For this year, that day is today. You can wake up ready to pulverize your alarm before realizing that you have just been debited a whole hour, a passing gift from your past self of six months ago, but it doesn’t really matter, because you have just realized that you have gained another hour, the sun isn’t really out yet, its a weekend and your bed mound is still so damn WARM.

DAYLIGHT SAVING YUUUS!

I’m in pain right now, maybe a pin jabbed into a doll made in my likeness but its not letting up and to be honest, i’m a little bit more than irritated.

Located underneath the second rib up on my right side, sitting roughly at the bottom of my lung, the center of my liver and the top of my large intestine - something is making my day that much more unpleasant. What do we do, what do we do now?

We blog of course - without abandon and with little planning.

A saturday usually means a day for me to catchup on some homework, to my parents though it means “lets announce plans for us to do something that will occupy a large portion of our sons day!”, okay thats unfair, but we DID go out for 6 hours and right now, this god-awful pain really isn’t making me very enthusiastic about any type of study or work.

lets hope someone feels sympathetic and removes the damn pin from that scruffy (if its supposed to be made in my likeness) looking voodoo doll.

After running around the botanical gardens for school sport yesterday, I ate a peeled orange from my lunch while waiting for a tram to take me home and it got me thinking about when I would have been younger, young enough to play sport at school and have a plate of sliced oranges laid out for us.
Young enough to grab orange slices and cram them into our mouths and laughing at the umpteenth time when we had stuck the peel into our mouths and smiled an orangey grin, baring our bright ‘fangs’, not really thinking abt the flavour of those oranges.

“Did we really taste those oranges?” as I ate the oranges in my present state - tired and breathing heavily as I was.
Chances are - they would have tasted just like the oranges i was eating today, sweet and with a hint of acidity to them, like my memories, this one; with a hint of oranges.