I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away


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Oh Mr Colin Hay, when will you ever be wrong?
Last night I managed to track down some people who used to be my best ever friends, 8 years ago! it's amazing how people change...


*I just realised i haven't had sex or wanked off since i broke up with my ast girlfriend.
that probably explains the increased testostorome levels and my tendency to rip labels off beer bottles.
I just thought i'd share that, from me to you.

Ladies and Gentleman, I have an announcement to make.
I'M MOVING TO BALLARAT.




...


You know, if, if i get into uni there...
Hey, It could happen!

Okay, I'm nearly done!
3 days of classes left, and 6 Exams later I'll have finished with school forever!
I Only have 6 exams;
Theatre Studies Monologue, 20th October
English, 27th October
Psychology, 2nd November
History of Revolutions, 8th November
Theatre Studies [Written], 13th November
Text & Traditions, 14th November.

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In exactly 30 days I'll be finished with school forever.......................
Well, Until I have to go back a week later to clean out the theatre plant room...


PS- Yesterday I had my hair straightened! It feels so wierd, AND IT'S NOT AT ALL GAY!!!

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby
In a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding
At the bottom of a Cracker Jack box

I can't lie
I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something
Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back, ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her
Not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kep on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere


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NEVER TRY TO USE THIS SONG TO TRY AND PICK UP!!!

for some reason it just has the wrong effect.
good song though, gotta love the loaf.

Can someone please enlighten me,

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO LAST FRIDAY NIGHT!!??!!

Wierdest phonecalls ever!

AND WHERE THE FUCK DID I GET A TUTU?!


** I'VE FINALLY FINISHED THE BOOK!!!
263 PAGES!!!
The best part about doing a book on Australian Karate is it's non-fiction, so i just grabbed filler from the net!