GOALS

to my dear friends,

this week I have achieved something great.

something so momentous that I really had to write a whole post in dedication of myself. Legitimately, what I have just achieved is worth me boasting about with narcissistic relish. 

I ATE 500g of peanut butter straight. from the jar. with only a fork.

hold your applause while I receive the Nobel prize for physics, chemistry and peace.

OK I JEST. I JOKE. I AM NOT SERIOUS.

But in other news

GUYS, can we stop being over achievers now that high school is over? I mean like getting licences, and being accepted into international universities and being generally the smartest and some of the most musically/sportingly talented people in the country, if not world. It's like you are managing to be realpersonadultthingsnow...

High five to you/(us.. I want to say us, except I don't know if eating peanut butter is an achievement, and know to refrain from including myself). I feel like we are this movement of people like the beatniks or the modernists, and we have this crazy little secret thing, that only we can understand, the key to our own universe. 

I have been craving you all daily, more than I crave chocolate or peanut butter (WHICH IS AN AWFUL LOT LET ME TELL YOU), which is why I ponder it so. I think if I were to write a manifesto it would pretty much just be a compilation of knowledge that I vicariously attained via osmosis from the rest of you. Anyway, thinking about things far too much than would seem humanely normal, I realised that my friends are the inspiration of my life. 

  They taught me how work hard, letting me following in slumping silly steps in imitation close behind you, they taught me how to smile, that the smile makes you happy, taught me to know how important really knowing people is. Taught me how to dress well, the ultimate significance of Dr Martens and why we use deoderant... Taught me to trust, cheat, lie, run, go crazy, get too drunk, be responsible. 

I keep getting letters from you magic people and have started pinning them on the wall that makes up my life, like little fairy lights that I secretly want, but won't buy because a) they cost money and I have none and b) think they are too stereotypical for a girls room, and I don't want to be seen as either stereotypical or a girl...

Anywho, I shall divulge into the true selfishness of this post, I did have a kind of bad week this week. I don't know why, I just felt lame. But I got sent this, and acorn in a letter, "I have included a kiss which fell on me when I was reading in the park to remind you to always be your own hero". And yeah, it is cheesy. But perfectly cheesy, because I think that is why you all have done so GODAMN WELL, you know how to be your own hero, you make your goal and you take yourself there. So be bloody proud, because I don't think many people have figured out what this means, let alone how to do it yet ! 

And i think the gift that you get out of this is being able to appreciate everything you do, because you did it, you got yourself there, it's yours to own, to hold, to flounce about under people's noses, because it's yours and you can.

TUMBLR DEEP FOR YOU ALL.

I apologize to inflict this on you, it's not as good as Mary's food blog, but I needed to procrastinate chemistry. 

ALSO,

TAKE A SONG (hahahahah, like jessie with her cats, but with a song) :

Movin' On Up- Primal Scream

this is a song that dad used to play if he'd had a shitty day in emergency dep, he would put in on, clear the floor in the lounge, and haul me away from what ever book i was reading to dance with him. It was cool that he used to just decide to use some time to just do nothing in particular, but be a bit of him and share that with me.