juno

2009-05-07T21:48:00.001+12:00

um.. so.. you can find me here now....

http://www.junoluvsu.tumblr.com

um.... yeah.. not to ditch you blogspotters or anything....

yeah..

kay.

see ya.

us except accept you

2009-04-23T15:43:00.004+12:00

listen to these people.

talk talk talk.

no, really, listen.

crap shit crap.

open your ears.

ignorance stupidity nothing.

your ears aren't open.

how do you hear?

what you expect?

is it true is it fictional

why! do you hear nothing.

why can't you see their words?

you see their lips moving

wrongly.

close your eyes.

open your mind.

they aren't wrong. they

aren't stupid. they aren't

what you want them to

be.

they just speak in tongues that

see it that hear it that feel it

you me her life

differently.

open your mind.

read our lips.

accept them us life

taste it. this way. that way.

hear our us pleas,e

"The Empty Memory"

2009-04-06T07:50:00.005+12:00

[click it!]

this man's work never ceases to amaze me.

[click me for more]

Personality Test.

2009-04-05T23:32:00.004+12:00

"The Dreamer"

-You are introspective, private, creative and highly idealistic individuals that have a constant desire to be on a meaningful path. Driven by your values and seek peace. Empathetic and compassionate, you want to help others and humanity as a whole. You are imaginitive, artistic and often have a talent for language and writing. You can also be described as easygoing, selfless, guarded, adaptable, patient and loyal.

that is way too accurate.

I'm scared.

how is this possible?

quite a few of the answers aren't even that accurate because i couldn't decide which option to click! which happens to be part of my personality.

and yet, the description of me.

Heck.

every single part is true.

every.single.part.

http://www.mypersonality.info/test-personality

simon is helping.

2009-03-29T22:52:00.005+13:00

the internet hates juno.
no that it's possible.
because juno is unhatable.
me, on the other hand, i love juno.
her sex is on fire.

here's some pictures that juno made.

busybody.

2009-03-28T22:32:00.002+13:00

Right now, i am probably the busiest I have been all year.
What's scary about that is, not that I'm ridiculously busy,
but that I seem to be coping.

I don't understand how it's possible.
I have so much to do.
And most of it's not done yet, but I've started it all.
And I have a job now.
Which means I have less time to do it in.

But I'm kind of ok..

WHAT IS THIS MADNESS??

Spill.

2009-03-13T10:02:00.001+13:00

I don't have any secrets.
Not from you, anyway.

I like a boy. There. Happy?
I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me back.
But I can't stop liking him.
I like him a lot.
and it's stupid. I feel awkward about liking him,
because even if something did happen,
I wouldn't have a clue how to be a what's expected.
I don't know how to freaking kiss.
I'm seventeen and a half and i haven't been kissed.
Pretty sure that's some sort of sign.
Maybe I'm unappealing.
Maybe my inexperience is unappealing.
Maybe I should stop caring and just run away to Honduras and volunteer there for the rest of my life. I'll live off the scraps of food I give to the kids.

or something.

vacant.

2009-03-09T11:33:00.004+13:00

[click the sun]

http://www.flickr.com/photos/junoluvsu

Dear Mr. Wilde,

2009-03-05T02:33:00.004+13:00

My Dearest, Oscar Wilde.

I write to you today after spending four hours of my life analysing the forty-six years of yours.
It has come to my attention that you are, in fact, awesome.
I would like to officially apologise on behalf of society for you being sent to prison for being a homosexual.
It was wrong, and most people understand that now.
Sorry.

Respectfully yours,
Juno.

[you will too]

2009-03-01T00:42:00.004+13:00

You sit.

You sit in the dark, smelly waiting room.

You all sit on the cracked-black-leather couches, in the ink black gloom, in the shadowy, dingy, black waiting room.

I wander through the endless, blurry, unfocussed brilliance of the Night's glow.

You wait.

I move.

Still.

Moving[you will too].

sadface

2009-02-16T20:34:00.006+13:00

i am quite sure that i am slowly
but definitely, ruining
any chance of you
ever liking me
as much as
i like you.
just by
being
juno.

/sadface

design.

2009-02-12T18:09:00.004+13:00

This is for simon.

But if anybody else wants to look at a million different designers,

feel free to click the links.

http://www.automatic-iam.com

http://www.eduardorecife.com

http://www.misprintedtype.com

http://www.nemohq.com

http://www.hjartasmarta.se

http://www.joellardner.com

http://www.atomicattack.com

http://www.vault49.com

http://www.andy-potts.com

http://www.nandocosta.com

http://www.antigirl.com

http://www.eatjapanesefood.co.uk

http://www.ths.nu

http://www.dimaquina.com

http://www.olofsdotter.com

http://www.eskils.com

http://www.tatianaarocha.com

http://www.companystandard.net

http://www.tymkiw.com

http://www.pocull.com

http://www.non-format.com

http://www.3ermundo.com

http://www.jonsaunders.tv

http://www.nothingsomething.com

http://www.psstpassiton.com

http://www.byemie.com

wah! im late for babysitting!

crap. i'll check if these all work later.

brushing teeth.

2009-02-09T00:01:00.002+13:00

i can't sleep without clean teeth.

i physically cannot fall asleep if i have not brushed my teeth.

i can handle anything else.

unrbrushed hair, still fully clothed, at someone else's house,

but i cannot sleep without clean teeth.

i think it has something to do with the concept of

brushing your teeth at night is like brushing away

the day. im a sucker for metaphors.

but really juno?

germs and tartar are equivalent to a day?

it's odd. i'm odd. what do you expect?

words.

2009-02-06T14:10:00.003+13:00

i have these things floating around in my head.

like bread crumbs that float around in beer glasses

in yucky pubs.

you can try and try to clean out the glass,

but those words will not come out.

they'll still be there after a vigorous cleaning

and will float around in new beer.

and, like beer, the bread crumbs result in headaches.

they wrap themselves around the tear ducts and squeeze

until there is nothing left.

until you realise that there is nothing left.

and then new alcohol finds a way into the ducts and out of your face.

and even when you walk right into that yucky pub,

and you replace that beer with shots of anything

until nothing works anymore,

those bread crumbs still find a way to stay inside that dirty glass which is your head.

help.

2009-01-31T03:58:00.001+13:00

wet.

2009-01-27T10:49:00.004+13:00

[click the flower]

official and stuff.

2009-01-25T02:19:00.001+13:00

i hereby proclaim,

that i am about to let go.

im very close to letting go.

im letting go.

i've let go.

gone.

weed in the gutter.

2009-01-24T00:23:00.003+13:00

wordless beauty

that nobody sees.

safe from the sight

of repulsive humanity

safe.

quietly living

growing and blooming against

the unfair obstacles forced upon you.

concrete.

[dear reader, this is a terrible poem. but i wanted to express something, so i attempted. but i want to go to bed, and unedited, i've failed]

discoveries.

2009-01-22T04:11:00.002+13:00

somebody who i adore completely, actually genuinely thinks im an ok person.

somebody surprised me today because i didn't think she thought i was worth her time at all.

which could be because i don't think i am worth her time.

which is a terrible thing to think about one'self.

maybe i should have a little more faith in other's opinions of me.

maybe i should have a little more faith in myself.

maybe.

simon + juno + apple store

2009-01-20T16:28:00.002+13:00

forward slashes = new thought

2009-01-09T23:57:00.011+13:00

ryan and marissa./so there's this guy/stupid darn interwebz text him text text yawn i really like gee whizz im so tired! don't change the subject/did you know that im a/he's so funny/Iron & Wine is very/run run run/satisfying/my dinner was so delicious/i like me some/and don't forget about jack sparrow./while we're on that topic/i really like/we might as well talk about/or we could converse about/or i could go on for HOURS about Anna/you're rambling/anna anna anna/im very worried about seventh form/eighteen??/EIGHTEEN?? good lord almighty/im going camping/upat5:30am/THIRTEENDAYS!!!/named guitar/it took so long to find a good on/like an answer to my prayers/ cellphone is scratched/these tissues smell bad/it's handed to me/guilty guilty guilt/muchtooawkward/batman/pirates>ninjas/ding!/ the glove compartment is inaccurately named/yum, apple/and everybody knows it/i love death cab for cutie/oh well hello pippin/pat pat pat/pippin is a cat/disappointment and regret collide/meow/lying awake at night/ meow meow meoow/Mumm-Ra anybody?

tis friday.

2009-01-02T21:48:00.003+13:00

so new years kinda sucked.

well. no.

that's not true.

ok well actually it is. because i say kinda, which is precise.

I was with Simon for the first part, which was awesome.

I love Simon.

But then Simon left, and my friends were all at a party, and I was not.

And basically I was just feeling really lonely.

It wasn't their fault either, I'm not mad at them or anything.

I finished watching Reign Over Me, which was silly because it is an incredibly sad movie.

It didn't help my mood to say the least.

I felt like raving, so I turned on Alt tv and turned up Bloc Party.

After about a minute I started crying. and so i stopped raving.

*blaaaah im having trouble with this blog because it's too personal and im feeling awkward*

I gave up being sad because I'm really just very bad at it.

Sad and angry I just can't pull them off. unless im acting.

I can't even hold a grudge! I mean honestly, I can't be seriously mad at somebody for more than ten minutes. and even that long is a struggle.

I grabbed a box of chocolates, at this point the box was full

sat down at the computer,

and i turned up my music very loud.

It happened to be quite sad music.

Like New York I Love You by LCD Soundsystem.

"New York I love you, but you're bringing me down."

Only it was Wellington that was bringing me down, in my case.

I sang along very loudly. Maybe I was trying to drown out my thoughts.

I didn't want to hear what was in my head.

It was just making me sad.

Skype provided a nice little distraction.

Twitter helped too.

because on Skype Vivien and Leuke and Simon saved me.

and on Twitter Charlie did the same. at this point the box was almost empty.

And then, i was happy.

playing in the cold.

2008-12-27T09:24:00.002+13:00

Coldplay really mean something to me.

They aren't just a band.

It's not that they did something in particular,

like keep me company when I was alone,

or stop me from shooting somebody,

or get me through a difficult time.

It's not really possible for a band to keep me company,

because i don't get lonely very often. I'm cool with being alone.

Although, I can get lonely when I feel left out.. but that's beside the matter.

As for shooting somebody, Coldplay can't take the rights to that success,

I don't think it's within my capacity to kill.

They didn't get me through anything, I would have lived without them.

But the point is they were there.

Always, the sound Coldplay has been a background to my experiences.

They're my not-so-silent witness.

The fact that they are so close,

so almost in my grasp, just kills me.

I have permission, I have money, I could probably find somewhere to stay,

all I need is some company.

I feel a bit lonely now.

christmas.

2008-12-26T01:19:00.005+13:00

i wrote a very angry blog.

then i deleted it.

because it made me feel guilty.

you probably don't know this..

i'm into photography.. and stuff..

please and thank you.

2008-12-23T23:46:00.003+13:00

hi there, how can i help?

um one prince thanks.

have here or take away?

oh, to take away please.

and will that be all?

do you sell mistletoe?

why yes, we most certainly do!

perfect! some of that as well please.

*swipes card* oh, er.. im sorry... this product is not available to people of your kind... of bank i mean....

oh.. thank you anyway.. have a nice day....

powzaa.

2008-12-23T00:24:00.002+13:00

powzaa is my word of the moment.

sound it out. hear it. say it. use it.

add it to your vocabulary.

and that's pretty much me for today.

nervous

2008-12-22T02:12:00.001+13:00

i want to post more personal videos on youtube,

but i just don't know if i can let my "me", the one that i know, out to other people.

four wheel drive.

2008-12-11T01:13:00.003+13:00

Five wheels.

Four wheel truck.

Front wheels.

Back wheels.

Plural. Wheels.

Spare wheel.

Singular. Wheel.

Front wheels.

Back wheels.

Needed.

Spare wheel.

Spare

A new blog.

2008-12-06T17:44:00.004+13:00

Hello friends.

I have something to inform you of.

Drake (of Drakesizzle) is mighty HAWT.

Here is a limerick:

There once was a boy named Drakesizzle,

Who had great hair that was the shizzle.

His style was so grand,

His coolness in high demand,

He was so attractive it made my head fizzle.

That didn't work so much.

I'll try again.

He's my drakums,

apposable thumbs.

My melody,

needed remedy.

My sweet rose,

I'd like to say.

I'd like to say no one always gets their way.

And no one always thinks the same.

My rose.

Remember,

my rose.

When the seasons change,

And the sky turns grey.

When the leaves turn brown,

I'll be around.

I want you to know

that nothing stays the same.

But you and I,

we will remain

My rose.

Remember,

my rose.

www.drakesizzle.blogspot.com

sleep?

2008-11-30T04:33:00.004+13:00

why do you always hide from me?

i won't waste your time for long...

promise.

maybe if i could just see you,

we could sort this all out.

i've obviously done something to upset you.

i can't think of why else you'd avoid me.

i'm really sorry!

i hope that somehow you can forgive me..

because i need you.

please..?

...

No. you know what?

Screw that! I don't need to be nice to you.

You're mad at me for no reason.

Since when are you in charge anyway?

Get yo ass into mah bed right now.

yeah. that's right.

don't be trying nuthin either.

or ima pop a cap in yo ass.

cheating.

2008-11-25T22:08:00.002+13:00

internet-less for a week?

pah.

piece of cake!

im fully getting through it.

i don't even feel the need for internet.

Hang about.

it says last sign was 3 days ago on YouTube..

and wait a minute.

you can't be blogging without the internet..

and how is this possible?

you posted a video on sevenrandompeople!

What is this madness!?

WELL kids, let me explain.

Cody checked my youtubeses for me.

i used my friend aria's computer to send Cody the SRP video.

and im at Kate's house now writing this.

it's not that i need it.

im actually rather surprised that i

actually don't mind being without the internet.

i kind of expected to be dying for it.

the only reason im blogging now is because Kate

is cleaning her room and i need something to do.

i was told that it's cheating.

using the internet when i don't actually have it.

and honestly, i took it into consideration.

i thought "i should be able to not use it at all."

and actually, i was. i am.

if i need to or have to go without it,

i will be able to.

but why should i?

ok, so i may be a super nerd for saying this,

[for the record, im proud of that]

but the internet is a part of my life.

the internet is where is store some of my closest friends.

the internet is where i can talk about whatever i want to,

and not be embarrassed or feel i can't say it because im

such an introvert.

and so i don't think it is cheating.

because im not going to rule out my friends from this world

just because somebody thinks i can't.

so take that.

yeah.

steady change.

2008-11-18T02:41:00.003+13:00

i like things constant.

recurring. persistent. sustained.

perpetual and steady.

uniform.

routine.

i can't live without them.

bedtime:

teeth.

pyjamas.

lights off.

hair brushed.

bed.

john mayer.

mandatory.

but that's just particular things.

i couldn't care less if the volume on the

tv is on an odd or even number.

i don't give a toss if the curtains are creased.

i like change.

i need change.

i feel like i've trapped myself inside my routines.

im not going anywhere.

my path is constant.

recurring. persistent. sustained.

perpetual and steady.

it's disgusting.

something has to happen soon.

im done with my uniform.

i don't have to wear it for a whole week ever again.

not one whole week in my entire life.

have i been here so long my life has become uniform?

copycat.

2008-11-17T16:03:00.002+13:00

I hate all of my blog posts.

So I'm starting fresh.

Seems logical to me.

except first I have to figure

out how to post something

that I actually like.

Which could take some time..

[charlie may have also deleted his posts...

but I have been looking for a solution for a while

and he found one for me. yay charlie!]