Monday, March 15, 2010
Who Needs Love?
Posted by Cat at 8:32 PM 3 comments
Labels: Prose
Monday, February 22, 2010
A poem...
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. My life is spectacularly uninteresting at the moment. This is a poem I was assigned to write for English. It had to start with
my sister
little
house.
that we picked
we could never wait
for them to grow
to their full size
but Nat and Tom
didn't mind.
tall tales
Posted by Cat at 8:22 PM 6 comments
Saturday, February 13, 2010
"It's like totally kind what you're doing, but it won't make any difference"
source
Abracadabra, Wow!
I like boys who like to think and girls who are nice to everyone.
I like doing methodical things like maths.
I like reading Harry Potter, no matter how many times.
I like drinking coffee, eating slices and talking with good friends at nice cafes.
I like waking up on a Sunday and realizing I can sleep in.
I like Bob Dylan lyrics.
I like netball training, it makes me feel healthy.
I like sunny parks on warm days with lots of friends.
I like finding great clothes when I don't expect to.
I like dancing to bad songs.
I like discovering new artists.
I like when someone makes me feel loved.
I love writing and reading.
Today I had a delicious chocolate slicey thing,
In some ways, I love everything. It’s less, it’s less of a thing to like, it’s less distinct, it’s less particular, I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in like, Cos even the worst things have things you love in them. I don’t know what you mean about things I hate…
I hate when some one's sad, and I can't help.
I hate regretting things that I can't fix or change.
I hate being laughed at.
I hate liking people I shouldn't.
I hate being let down by people I love.
I hate jogging but in a way, I like how I feel afterwards.
I hate waiting rooms.
I hate remembering my old self and not liking who I was.
I hate this, wow... sorry.
I'd like to tag both the Kreativ Blogger Award (in which you must write seven facts about yourself and tag it along to seven other bloggers) and Cassie's Therapy Video Tag along to: Maly, Camelgirl, Julia, Frangi, Phoebe, Scarz and Catherine. Enjoy :D
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 4:31 PM 4 comments
Monday, February 8, 2010
I'm in love with Stacy's Mom...
Images sourced here.Posted by Cat at 8:46 PM 4 comments
Labels: Pretty as a Picture
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Have a read?
“Can I have a drag?” I asked.
I knew how pathetic I probably sounded, but knew immediately that it was worth it, when he looked at me and a pack of butterflies went crazy inside me. He just studied me for a few, long moments, and then said:
“You smoke?”
The truth was I didn’t. I had before, but found it awful.
“A bit.” I answered.
“You shouldn’t. It’ll kill you.” He said, but handed me the cigarette.
I put the cigarette to my lips, trying to recall what Leah had told me the one time I’d tried this before. Taking it away from my lips, I passed it back to him and exhaled.
“I’m Elodie.” I offered, looking at him.
“Mitchell.” He replied, not turning to look back at me.
This is a story I've recently started writing, and I was wondering if anyone could give me some feedback on this paragraph? If you could tell what you think, and also whether you think the two should get together or just become really good friends, that'd be awesome. Thanks :)
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 10:59 PM 4 comments
Labels: Prose, Yours Truly
Monday, February 1, 2010
And the girls want to know why boys like them so much.
I was visiting Frangipani Princess's Formspring page just as second ago and someone asked her:
You talk about all the important issues, but you don't talk about guy issues. You talk about hot celebreties but you don't talk about the guys you actually know :(
To which Frangi replied:
there's a simple explanation for that one:
I don't really know any guys. i've never had a boyfriend. never been kissed. i only have like, one guy friend, and he lives five hours away. if i had more knowledge or experience on the topic, i'd definitely post about it. i'll keep it in mind though, and maybe i'll do a post on it after i get settled in my new school :)
Which is perfectly reasonable, but it got me thinking (dangerous, I know.). I know lots of boys. I have heaps of boy...friends but no boyfriend to speak of. I know it's a stereotype, but it's true, guys are a lot less bitchy than girls and therefore far easier to be around. So why aren't there more boy/girl friendships? I can honestly talk to boys equally as easily as to girls. I think the whole mentality is something everyone just needs to get past because boys are great.
One of the people I can talk to about anything is a guy. He's one of my absoloute best friends and I know he'd never judge me or make me feel stupid. I sometimes feel that on the whole girls are a lot more judgemental of others. Not that I don't love a lot of girls too....that made me sound a bit slutty...
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 10:37 PM 3 comments
Labels: Ponder
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Happy Birthday to ME :)

Posted by Cat at 5:24 PM 4 comments
Labels: Yours Truly
Friday, January 29, 2010
Untitled.
Source
And here are a few vids/songs you should check out: :) :) :) :)
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 10:56 PM 0 comments
Labels: Pretty as a Picture, Tagged
Monday, January 18, 2010
Nice to be back.
Writing. Drinking chai tea. Listening to thunder storms while warm inside my house. Listening to Bob Dylan. Performing. Lazy, warm, beachy days. Underwater hand stands (the only kind I'm capable). Genuine compliments on bad days. Uncontrollable laughter. Friendly strangers.
I'm tagging this along to 7 things. On another note, I apologise for my absence for that past couple of weeks. I've been away at the beach. I'd forgotten how relaxing it can be to have no schedule and no obligation to spend time with friends.
Posted by Cat at 6:08 PM 5 comments
Labels: Tagged
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunrise...



Posted by Cat at 7:01 AM 6 comments
Labels: Ponder, Pretty as a Picture, Prose
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas.

Posted by Cat at 11:10 AM 0 comments
Labels: Pretty as a Picture
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Awards...
Sabine and Seli gave me the "Your Blog is Over the Top" award. Thank you Sabine! The particularly great thing about this award is that all I have to do is link it on to five more deserving bloggers. Easy. I think I just inadvertently won the Lazy Blogger Award. Maybe I should create one...nah, can't be bothered (Ahaha geddit?).
Posted by Cat at 7:02 PM 1 comments
Labels: Pretty as a Picture, Tagged
Monday, December 21, 2009
I like things that I like, but I love everything.
Also, please link it back to Erimentha, and link it onto 3 other blogs you admire!
In some ways, I love everything. Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in like. Cos even the worst things have things to love in them.
I hate getting upset for a silly reason, then feeling bad about it, but being unable to stop either feeling.
I hate not being liked by someone, just because.
I.heart.Cassie.
Posted by Cat at 11:09 AM 8 comments
Labels: Tagged
Monday, December 14, 2009
Harry Potter Pick Up Lines...
You know you're a true Harry Potter nerd when you find Harry Potter pick up lines funny. Pick up lines like these:
Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally mind blowing?
I've been whomping my willow thinking about you.
Wait, what am I talking about? Who could not find those funny?
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 7:00 PM 4 comments
Labels: Books, Pretty as a Picture, The Big Screen
Sunday, December 13, 2009
A Simple Twist of Fate...
The most lovely thing happened yesterday. I was catching the tram home from my drama Christmas party, and I remembered about halfway through the journey that I hadn't bought a ticket, so I went over to the machine. As I was pressing the buttons for a ticket I heard someone say "Excuse me". I turned around and there was a man looking at me, standing in front of the door. he asked me if I was buying a two hour and I said I was, so he passed his ticket to me.
"Have mine," he said, "I'm getting off here."
I thought it was so nice of him. Obviously he wasn't going very far out of his way, but it wouldn't occur to me to do something like that. It's funny, really. I spent my morning with my friends and my evening at a party with other friends, but the kindness of a stranger made my day. It reminded me that the world really is a friendly, wonderful place. From now on, I'm going to try and make small kind gestures, to remind others of it too.
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 1:42 PM 2 comments
Labels: Ponder, Yours Truly
Friday, December 11, 2009
There's No Denying Clouds Are Awesome...
Posted by Cat at 3:19 PM 5 comments
Labels: Ponder, Pretty as a Picture, Prose
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Bob Dylan is rather superb...
Good afternoon.
Thanks so much for everyone who's commented or followed recently. You guys are le shiz.
These are the lyrics to one of my favourite songs "Lily, Rosemary and The Jack of Hearts" by Bob Dylan. You might not like the song itself, it's sort of country and fairly repetitive, but I highly recommend you read the lyrics. It's a narrative about this group of criminals led by "The Jack of Hearts" who come into this town to rob a bank. While most of them are breaking into the bank, "The Jack of Hearts" is in the cabaret, distracting everyone and he gets in the middle of all the other stuff that's going on with the corrupt rich guy, his unhappy wife and his young, gorgeous mistress. It's so cool.
"The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall,
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall,
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down,
Anyone with any sense had already left town,
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts
He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said,
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads,
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin,
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?",
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts,
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs,
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair,
Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside,
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts
Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine,
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine,
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place,
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste,
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town,
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown,
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear,
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear,
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts
"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself,"
Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on some body's shelf,
"But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim,
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him,
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts,
Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child,
She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled,
She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs,
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere,
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts,
The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined,
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind,
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring,
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king,
No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife,
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife,
She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide,
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died,
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts
Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away,
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday,
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint,
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint."
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts,
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair,
"There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air.",
He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk,
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk,
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts
No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick,
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked,
And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised,
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes,
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall,
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul,
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground,
For one more member who had business back in town,
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts,
The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black,
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back,
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink,
The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink,
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts
The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair,"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair,
She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw,
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law,
But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts"
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 2:54 PM 6 comments
Labels: Melody
Friday, November 20, 2009
Finally...
Erimentha and Camelgirl have tagged me with this blogger tag created by Sabine. Here are the rules:
Choose 2 pictures that you could stare at for 5 hours.
Chose 1 picture that shows a situation you want to be/ want to be in before you die.
Link 3 bloggers.
Link back to Sabine and the person who tagged you :)
Posted by Cat at 7:51 AM 10 comments
Labels: Pretty as a Picture, Tagged
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I really do love this world quite a lot...
Good evening everyone,
Cat xxPosted by Cat at 10:42 PM 7 comments
Labels: Ponder, Pretty as a Picture, Prose
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Remember to smile...
The ever wonderful Sanchez posted her monthly Bridget Lowry Inspired Post and I thought I'd follow her lead. Here we go.
I like sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.
I love remembering and anticipating.
I wish everyone could be happy and we could all smile together.
I remember going to the beach every day after school.
I will never finish loving the world.
I used to be sad and angry and feel unwanted.
but now I know better and I find myself rather happy.
If I had a magic wand I'd make the grass green, the sky blue and shape all the clouds like hearts.
and if I was god I'd live in those heart shaped clouds.
"Young people think oldness is the bottom of a mountain. In truth, it is the top. I am old, because I have lived a whole life. I have climbed a long, long way. When I look back the way I have come, I can see the town I was raised in, and my mother and father. I see houses I lived in, friends that I made, people and pets that I loved. I see the wrong turns that I took, places where I tripped, places where I skipped and sang and ran. I can see for years and years. To have such a view, you have to be standing at the top of a mountain."
"Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night: it is one of the things in life that is truly worth knowing."
-Some lovely quotes from "The Ghost's Child" by Sonya Hartnett.
Cat xx
Posted by Cat at 9:37 PM 5 comments
Labels: Prose, Yours Truly




















