I wish that I was better at managing my time; that I could give you more time.

I wish that I could be on time; that I wouldn’t run out of time with you. 

I wish that we had more time. Time spent languishing. Time spent watching movies, going for walks. I wish we had more days together, instead of haphazardly seeing each other for a few hours.

I wish that I had more time to spend with you. 

Things I want for my 21st

I have happiness, I have a really lovely family, I have really lovely friends. All I want are the above things, but none of them are material. Except for the cup of tea, of course, and I’m pretty sure Ham can do that for me. I don’t want a big hooha, I don’t want to be burdened with organising a huge bash, I don’t want to organise anything at all. I just want to turn 21 as the earth turns on October the 1st. 

Side note, does anyone know of any nice cheap friendly venues to have some friends at for a 21st drinks. In Wellington, New Zealand. Thanks. 

Things I have done today (instead of writing my English essay):

I win at productive procrastination

I’ve got so much work to do, but all I want is to listen to the new She & Him album while reading the new frankie magazine. I’d do this sitting in bed, with a hot chocolate. My hot water bottle would be at my feet and my PJs would be on. 

There would be no such thing as university essays. 

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Almost screamed when I saw facebook laden with pre and post Valentine’s messages. 
So “bah-humbug” about that stupid day, it’s not even funny anymore.


You don’t need to be some focus-grouped, whitewashed, photoshopped idea of what’s attractive to deserve their love — someone who doesn’t eat, fart, burp, express opinions or speak above a dainty whisper. They just want you to be you, and no one else.”

Off to Levin to revel in the New Year, kids. 

I know, it’s a strange place to go. But someone (that I like a lot) lives there, which makes it all OK.

Have a great new years, see you in 2013, tumblr. 

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