i want.

[seashelll]

i'm just bored of everything. i want to curl up in a great big squishy red armchair with an endless supply of good books and my choice of hot choclate and chai and thunderstorms. and i want time to be able to write several pages in my paper journal. and i want as much time as i want to practise devilsticks and hat manipulation. i want to see all my old primary school friends. i want hannah to care. i want dad to get the combi back from brisbane so that i get my sfaff and mycostume back. i want enough money to buy a million tubes of blue hair dye and snake poi and lolipops from newtown and any of the boots from the shop near townhall for marmalade birthday. i want to be able to buy nat a white pencil and black paper and watercolours and masive speakers and a good guitar that he doesnt have to cushion in tissue paper and a camera he can take out with us and take crazy photos of everything that we'll all laugh at. i want to shout hannah a million hot chocolates at elephant bean and breakfast at fresh and whatever colours, shape or sised contact balls she likes and to pay for her lebret piercing and a new corset and boots and whatever! i want steph to be able to come back to circus if she likes and for her sisters not to be so bitchy to her and for her to be able to hang out with us more. i want to know what bilby would like so tha i can want to give it to him. i want to there to be another hole in the fence around the renaisance center. i want a good sleep in. i want to go to blues and roots orthe great escape and not the national. i want woodford. i want to dance into the early hours of the morning. iwant some more hair dye, orange or rasberry or red woul be good but i'd settle for anything that doesnt grow tha colour naturly. i want some oreos, i havnt had oreos in so long! i want golden fool! aaaahhhh golden fool! fitz! i want to give mum and kim a break on some tropical island or something where they're waited on hand and foot. i want to find something perfect for dads birthday. i want to see my dad. i want three litres of kero to myself to twirl with my stick thats in brisbane for as long as i like. i want mob. i want to blow up another one of those tomato sause bottles with kero. i want to fix global warming and all that other crap in the world, you know, war, famine, oppression, etc, the lot.
if my whinging has annoyed you then DEAL WITH IT! coz it made me feel i little bit better.
so there.