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You know when you like someone, and you have no basis in liking them. You've spoken two words to them, and for some reason you just find yourself trying to find them in crowds, or if you do you avert your eyes and keep walking. It's hell I really dislike it, because I hate being so reliant on this person's presence. It freaks me out, I hate not having control over the feelings that run through me. Ugh, I'm so girly.

Over and out,
Gentlepotter

If you have the chance...

Watch it... it's epic. Oh it's the Princess and the Frog if you hadn't got that already by looking at the Princess... and the frog.

So I couldn't add Tavi Gevinson's blog because it already has is maximum following... 1000! or it could have been 10000, I was freaking out. But I don't blame the followers. This girl knows her shit. Whoever thought I'd want to follow such a young blogger. Seriously... check it out http://www.thestylerookie.com/. It's epic.

You're so naive, yes so....

Don't walk past the Kooks...

The New World

If you haven't seen this remarkable film yet, I suggest you do. You won't be sorry...

Angus & Julia Stone

Procrastination takes form of...

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Procrastination seeps through my entire being...

Meg Lindsay... what a ripper

I thought I would donate some blog space to the beautiful, upcoming 16 year old Australian Meg Lindsay. Please enjoy. In fact I don't think I need to even say please... you'll just enjoy.

Obsessed?

I don't know about you, but I was thinking today that I actually don't enjoy going on Facebook. It's more of a chore or an obsession, which kind of makes me apprehensive about the whole thing. I mean, put it in another context, like not wanting to eat the banana in front of you, you don't do it. But I get back into my room and I see my laptop, look away, look at it again and then basically lunge for the keyboard. How strange is that? It's almost like I'm brainwashed. It doesn't give me a sense of peace or contentment after I look at it either. It does the opposite.

Hello!

No I have not been ignoring this blog. I have however since we've last spoken, enrolled in university. Thus I will paint a perfect picture of myself. I am sitting in a shoebox of a room. (It's lovely, it really is, my own piece of space). I have 'The theory of the modern stage' opened to page 264. My hands write briskly as I sit infront of my laptop which has just been fixed. And I'm procrastinating. I think I've just encapsulated the uni experience. Also guess what?! (Mind the sarcastic tone) I want to talk to boys sooo badly. And believe me, not in a slutty kind of way, but to just hold my head up and hold a conversation. I mean really how hard could it be. Do I overthink things, whats the go? Please someone just tell me how to do it. I am so ready for the 'Aha!' moment, which is so long overdue. What am I doing. I'm going out of my brain. Do you know how repetitive putting my head down is. Extremely. Excuse the rant. It's just the way I feel.