For those of you who actually read my journals, I'm probably going to take a break from Oasis. Dunno how long, don't really care. Maybe a day, maybe a week. If it suits me, maybe a year.

Just letting you know that I'm not leaving due to depression. Just boredom. I have little to do here, and I've lost my will to read most of the journals let alone write them.

Love you guys. As Vera once said, we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when.... etc.

So I came second in the running for first year rep for the debating society at the top university in New Zealand. It does suck, but I'm going to have to accept it. I don't like it when people come up to me and say "nah I heard they had *insert winning's girls name* in a bag - you should've won" - because frankly I don't know if a) that is true and b) I didn't win so it just annoys me more. I do know most of the executives though and most came up and congratulated me anyway. Some voted for me, and another exec said I was "very close".

I had a dream last night where these two guys were trying to get into our house. It was scary! Eventually they did and one guy had a gun, so I threw something at his hand and knocked it out. Then I ran, grabbed the gun, and shot both of them, killing them. It was out of like an action movie or something. It kinda cool, but it had this seedy creepy undertone to it.

I step into this jungle
and struggle to find a space to breathe,
a hungry heart left to feed
that hasn't filled itself with greed
I walk between the billions of particles
of dust that cover me
and I question if I'm free
because I have never been before.
I fall down on my knees
and look above for golden seas
that wish to crash and carry me
to answers cast out to the shore.
how can faith ever exist
without new signs to come and lift
my heavy spirits out of this
rut that has claimed my heart once more?

I just finished the latest Jodi Picoult book, House Rules. one of my favorites so far, but not one of the best written in my opinion.

I was without interwebs for nearly a week. It was distressing, mostly because I have an online class and that + no internet connection = distressing. XP

But it's all better now and I can rant at you guys about stuff again.

I've officially decided that I don't know (or care) how I feel about Blackbelt in terms of "romance" or whatever. It's dumb. I feel over him, I see him, then I don't. And then I do again. Whatever. It doesn't make a difference unless he's interested which I doubt. Haha. Though I mean, if he were I don't want him to think I wouldn't be.

Of course, the one week we DON'T do a weekly news report thing for history class, something interesting happens. Oh, the shit I would stir by bringing in that article... Some of the comments are absolutely despicable. Fuck this area; I hate it here. Oh, yes, most of us do indeed still party like it's 1952, and those of us who wish to join the 21st century are ostracized.