Mostly becauseI’ve mostly been on LiveJournal. I guess I prefer more interaction and making actual friends to this. Not that “this” is in any way bad or inferior. It’s just a little impersonal. I think I prefer to use this blog for the thoughts that I want to just put out there, without having to think/comment/discuss them later.

So, what’s been going on? Well, wow, now that I think about it, there’s a lot that’s happened of late. Most importantly, I dropped out of school. Well, okay, not “dropped out” (my inner drama-queen is coming out to play!). I dedided to take a Leave of Abscence, and try to sort out all my shit. This basically entails going to therapy a lot, ad crying and feeling sorry for myself. Well, okay, it’s less pathetic than it sounds; it’s actually been really difficult. I don’t fail, I never fail and I never quit and that’s exactly what I had to do in order to get better. Sure, it sucks that I missed exams and basuically wasted an entire year, but I’m alive. And in all honeslty, I probably wouldn’t be if I had decided to suck it up and stay at school.

Lately, the big topic of debate in my house has been: Antidepressants: To Medicate, Or Not To Medicate. Yeah, it’s about as fun as it sounds. Personally, I’m so relieved that it’s come up. I couldn’t deal by myself anymore. You have no idea how hard it has been for me to survive for the past 4 months. Every fucking day is a struggle. Sometimes, I feel like this is punishment for having such a smooth childhood; no troubles, no sadness, no nothing. Then, I hit 18 and everything falls to pieces. Figures.

Someone wrote that on their LiveJournal and everytime I see it, I smile. Music is like my lover: I’m always with it, I can go to it whenever, it makes me super happy. Now, if only we could have lots of sex and babies.

Things are good y’all. I try not to think too hard about what kind of day I’m having; I’d rather just let it happen. Seriously, we do we think so much? Nothing has more destructive power than the human mind.

This is just a pointless ramble, so I’m going to sign off. I’m meant to be studying in the library anyway.

Have a great day, all.

Hi! It’s been a while, but hey, it’s my blog; I can neglect it as much as I please.

Things have been… pretty good overall. Wow, it feels so weird to say that, I’m so used to feeling whiny and sad. There have been a lot of revelations: the “It’s ok to be who you are. Duh.” revelation, the “Do things for yourself” revelation, and the “Maybe you should stop scaring boys away” revelation, to name but a few. But the one I want ottalk about today, is the “Why the f*ck do people say I act white just because I listen to rock?” revelation. Well, it’s not really a revelation, more an observation.

Still, it pisses me off.

When I was a kid, I loved teenpop. It was a good era for teen pop, we got pre-crazy Britney, N*Sync, The Backstreet Boys… Aaaah, those were the days. Insipid lyrics? Check. Matching outfits? Check. Killer dance moves? CHECK. Good times all around.

As I got older though, I didn’t go for Hip Hop and RnB like most of my black friends. I very slowly started listening to more alternative stuff, namely The Strokes, Maroon 5 (I think it’s pop, but people seem to classify it as alt. rock, so whatever), Coldplay. I just became really disenchanted by other music. Mostly, I think it was their music videos. Seriously. Can you say “objectification of women”? Because, have you seen those vidoes? It’s like lite-porn. In some cases, it’s like ACTUAL-porn. It makes me sick to my stomach when I see some woman gyrating across my screen in hotpants and matching bra. I’m not going to rant about it, because god knows that there are enough of those floationg around. The point is, I wasn’t having it. I preferred rock and alt. rock videos because they seemed to have (a little more) substance. Well, at least they had less scantily clad women. (I must note, however, that half naked women seem to be spreading into all genres. Sigh.)

I don’t know, the rap industry seems to be made up of a whole lot of smack talk, trashing woman and sexism. Please, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. It just seems that way to me.

Luckily though, I found music that spoke to me. Right now, I guess I would list my favorite bands as the following: My Chemical Romance, Panic At The Disco, Death Cab For Cutie, Gym Class Heroes, Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, The Hush Sound and The Academy Is… And that’s just the mainstream stuff (there’s a whole other list involving classical music and jazz, even the ocassional folk tune), but I don’t have hours to sit here and make a list. Another time, perhaps.

The point is, my music is pretty different from most black people that I know. I suspect that things would be different for me if I lived somewhere else, but Southern Africa is still pretty… well, I guess racially-turbulent is a good way to phrase it. People have this misconception that music is divided into different categories, and if you’re a certain colour, you fall into a certain category. Unfortunately, I seem to have fallen headfirstinto the “white” category. And really, that doesn’t bother me. It seems to bother a lot of other people though. Since I don’t like 90% of our local music, I have been labelled as “unpatriotic” and “a sellout”. Hold up people. I never said that it wasn’t GOOD music, or even that you shouldn’t listen to it. All I said was I didn’t like it. Sheesh.

The question I get asked the most is some variation of “you know you’re like a white person, right?”. No. I wasn’t aware of that. I thought that I was just a person who liked more rock that Hip Hop. I guess I was wrong. People tend not to take me seriously. They think that I’m pretending to be someone that I’m not, or that I think that white people are better than black people. But all I know, is that rock speaks to me more than Hip Hop. 50 Cent never gave me hope, Gerard Way did. And if people don’t get that, it’s cool. But don’t you dare judge me becasue I’m notjust like you. (Hey! I found my revelation! I shall call it the “People who think like this are pretty dumb” revelation. I think it’s catchy.)

Sigh. This is turning into a very whiny blog. Well, maybe whiny isn’t the best word. I think that I only write here when I’m sad. Or at least, I don’t write here when I’m deliriously happy.

I was really happy. Seriously, 24 hours ago I wasn’t sinking back into the depression. Sometimes I just feel like I can’t handle it. “It” being life. I don’t know how to make my dreams come true. A friend of mine wrote that somewhere, and I actually stopped breathing when I read it, because. Well, because I agree. Well, the first problem is that I don’t know what my dreams are.

“Place all your bets

And watch me lose

The life that I’ve got

But never use”

Those are lyrics from “Out Through The Curtain” by The Hush Sound (a truly amazing band) which sum things up pretty neatly. I don’t use my life. A lot of us don’t, I think. Weird to know where to start though. You’d think that living is something that would come easily to me by now. Almost 2 decades and I still can’t do it? *laughs*

All this talk makes me want to do something bad. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I went/am going through this self harm thing. And people rarely understand it, so I won’t try and explain. The point is, that when I feel mired down and stuck like this, the desire to cut becomes very strong. I start thinking: I could totally handle it. I could stop whenever I wanted. It’s totally not a big deal.But of course it’s a big fucking deal. What the hell, how is carving into your body not a big deal. Gah. Sometimes, I just get tired. Recently (and this kind of freaks me out) I get these images of what it would look like if I killed myself. It’s not like I want to, it’s just. I sort of plan it out in my head. It’s twisted.

Feeling like this was easier when I was at school. Here, at home, I feel like I can’t lose my shit. Everyone’s watching and I have to be on my best behaviour. Sometimes, I want to fall apart in front of them, just so that they know that it’s serious. It’s not me being a drama queen.

PS- if someone wants to make comments along the lines of “stop being so emo and whiny”, just don’t. Seriously, don’t bother. Nothing you can say could make me feel worse than the things that are already in my head.

If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?
Before your time
Has run on you
And worn you down

Would you know,
What you desire,
In your heart?

If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?

Is there time?
Is there time?
To follow just one desire?

Is there time?
Is there time,
To follow your heart?

Dress your wounds
Test your strength
Face the night

Crave the touch
Feel the pain
Know the signs

Is there truth,
In your pain?
You decide

If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?

Is there time?
Is there time?
To follow just one desire?

Is there time?
Is there time,
To follow your heart?

As we lie
In the shade
Of poison trees

Are we as safe
As we let
Ourselves believe?

-Dashboard Confessional
I know, I know, it’s really irritating when people paste whole songs into their blogs, but this is the one that goaded me to get off my ass and do something with my life today, so I hope you can let it slide for now!

It has been a shamefully long time since I posted anything on wordpress. I have a couple of excuse, I guess you can decide if they are in any way valid.

  1. I no longer have internet access in the comfort of my own bedroom. I was so used to being able to blog at 3 am, that now I seem to be unable to surf the net at “normal” hours. Of course, the computer is now downstairs, so maybe that one isn’t so valid.
  2. I’ve been so busy catching up with everyione at home that… Ok, that one isn’t as true as I would like it to be. My friends and I seem to be drifting apart. I think that it’s all of our faults really. And things have been difficult lately; my friend’s father passed away, one has major relationship issues, one has been spending all her time with her long distance boyfriend, I’ve been… being my self-destructive self. So it isn’t really a conducive environment for girly bonding time. I spend a lot of time by myself, but then, I always do, so no biggie!
  3. I’ve been busy recovering… from my tattoo! Ok, not really, but I love it sooooo much that I just had to include it. It’s a G-clef and my favorite thing in the world. Not just because it means a lot to me, which it does, but also because it represents the fact that I’m finally doing the things that I always wanted to do. It means a lot because music has really been integral to keeping me alive these days (overdramatic as that may seem). It’s a loooooong story, and I really don’t want this blog to turn into an emo-whiny space, so I’ll spare you the gory details. But, this year has been tough, and music helped me. And so, my tattoo is my tribute.

As you can see, I really had no reason to stay away (apart from my lack of motivation). But I’m back, and I’m ready to join the  online community once more. Hope all is well for you if you’re reading this!

That’s the title of a really great jazz song, which I think featured in “Prime”, one of my all-time favourite films. Just another bit of random knowledge from me to you.

So, in case anyone has been worried about me, I’ve been off the radar mainly because of my unmentionably disgusting exam schedule. (Honestly, 2 huge exams on the same bloody day? Do they think we’re robots or something. But let me not fly off on a tangent about my feelings about exams. (Yeah, it really makes sense to determine our futures according to how well we can regurgitate 6 months worth of information in 3 hours. Totally logical.)

I’m officially DONE and that’s all that matters! I actually finished at 8pm last night, and it’s almost 8am the next day. I honestly couldn’t sleep so I decided to stay awake. I blame all the caffeine and sugar that I’ve been ingesting for the past couple of days! One of my housemates is actually about to write an exam, so I sent him off and now I’m just waiting for the sun to rise. I do’t see the point in going to bed a couple of hours before sunrise; I figure, the more sunrises a person experiences in their lifetime, the better, Right? Right.

Unfortunately, I’ve got to be up by 11am because I have sooooo much to get done bfore I go home for the vac. First and foremost- TATTOO! That’s right, I’m going to get a symol indelibly inked on my body, and I absolutely can’t wait. It’s one of the things that I’ve always wanted to do, and I’m all about tackling that list these days. During my days of depression (which, to be honest, weren’t all that long ago) I dragged myself out of the doom and gloom by thinking about the things that I still want to do. And I’m young (not even 20 yet), so it’s a pretty damn long list! So… tattoo! I’m scared, because I know that it’ll hurt. But I think that it’ll be worth it in the end. I’ve decided to get a G clef:

hopefully this will be somewhere on my body by the end of the day

I think I want it on my hip. *shudders* Pain, though! I’ll suck it up though.

So, the sun’s up, even though it’s really coudy so I can’t see it ANYWAY. This brings my night of introspection to an end. I did a lot of thinking about the usual: who I am; who I want to be; how to bridge the gap between the two; whether my beliefs are right or wrong. You know, the usual.

Also, I finally managed to catch up on a lot of bandom fic. I know that a lot of people think that fan fiction is a) creepy, b) weird, c) for losers or d) all of the above. And I don’t have a problem with it. But I like it, because you can find some really good authors who write amazing stories.

On that note, I feel like a zombie right now. So I will end with the words of one of my new friends: *wanders off muttering “brains…arghhhh…must have brains..”*

Ok, (I’ve noticed that I start a lot of posts with “Ok”, my English teacher would flay me alive for that!). So it’s been a very weird morning. Just to let you know, this is likely to be rant-y and laced with just a hint of self-pity. And maybe some triggering content. But anyway.

I wrote my Accounting exam yesterday, and it was actually alright. I’m pretty sure I passed it, so that’s a load of my shoulders. So I was all amped to study last nigh and I just… got into bed and didn’t get out until now, which is about 12pm. Yes, I slept for about 15 hours. The feeling I had isn’t so strong now, but I just felt so lethargic and everything was pointless.

Why is this such a bad thing?

Because this is how I felt when I was a little suicidal a while ago. This was the whole reason that I started going to therapy. Incidentally, I skipped therapy this morning due to feeling like a useless lump. ANd that’s made me feel like a useless lump. I kept waking up, and I would actually get up with the intention of doing something… then end up in bed again.

But for the past couple of hours, it’s been getting worse, what with me thinking about all the ways I could kill myself without leaving my room. It was weird. Right now, I’m kind of freaked about it, but at the time, it felt perfectly normal to think like that. And I had all these images of blood everywhere, and how I would look when the found me… It was dark. And, well, not that it seemed like a god idea, but it seemed like a good back-up plan. I feel stupid. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, should I? Why can’t I just grow up and face my demons like a normal person? Gah. Sometimes, I think it would be sooooo much easier if I was still 5 years old, and my biggest concern was the type of juice Mom had given me that day.

So, I’m sinking back into my hole of depression. It sucks. I have to study, so…. well, those two things actually have nothing to do with each other, except for the fact that they are occuring at the same time. Sorry if you read this, seriously, I’m not ususally this pathetic.

You know how I said I had a thing for one of my housemates? Yeah, I’ve come to realise that that isn’t really true, I was just kind of lonely. Why do I feel the need to put this in my blog? Well, if not here, then where? 🙂

As most of you know, I’ve been stressing rather a lot about my exams, the next of which is on Tuesday. So yesterday, I was trying to force myself to study when I just decided to screw it and go see a friend of mine who lives in res (like a dorm) really close by. I was only meant to go for a couple of hours and be back at 6pm (at the very latest) but… well things kind of got out of control.

Firstly, she was kind of high when I got there. Now, just to clarify, I don’t have anything against weed. It isn’t as bad as the government would have you think. I’ve even smoked it a couple of times (gasp!). So yeah, there I was with my high friend, just chilling in her room, and we decided to go to the mall so I could buy a new cell phone (I’ve been desperately in need of an upgrade for about a year now!). But first, she wanted me to partake in a little smoke. (The herbal kind, of course)

This “quick break” was turning into quite an expedition. We went to the guy’s res, where I met a few new people and promptly proceeded to smoke their weed. Seriously, stoners are like the most generous people in the world. And so we went to the mall, feeling rather pleased with ourselves (not surprisingly)

Let me just tell you, buying soething while you’re un-sober- not fun. But I managed to get my phone (which I love, because, you know, it actually WORKS!) and we decided to have some Mickey D’s and then a cocktail.

Then we went to a sex shop. I kid you not. It was right there, so we figured, why not? It was… weird. Kind of disturbing how hard the place tried to sell sex to you. It seemed kind of desperate. I was quite tempted (for reasons unbeknownst to me) to buy a schoolgirl outfit. Not like I have someone to show it to, but that is besides the point. We decided to head home after that, I think it was about 10 pm by then.

We ended up back in my friends room (sorry, I just had to interrupt myself to say that I love Fall Out Boy. Seriously, their music really gets to me. ANd have guys seen the video for “I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off”? It’s so sweet, I may have cried like a baby when I saw it. ;)).

Ok, right, so back in my friend’s room, and we decided to go back to the guy’s res (“just for a bit”). I met a few more people, one of whose pants I ended up wearing. (No. It wasn’t like that, I just really wanted to wear pants instead of a mini. And they were sooooo comfy, and a perfect fit strangely enough! Think I should buy a pair of man pants!). We may have smoked a bit more, drank a bit  more. By that point, though, I was just exhausted. So we hit the sack sometime that morning, think it was 1 or 2.

The point of this whole long post was not to make you think I’m a stoner or that I think it’s a good idea to blow off work- really, tha’s the last thing I want you to think. I just think that sometimes you have to let go, and just do the unexpected. Sure, I have a lot of work to get through, but I also have a completely awesome experience that I wouldn’t trade for anything! Also, if ever you have the opportunity to dringk a Toblerone martini- t is the most awesome thing I’ve ever tasted!

And on that note, I have some work that is just aching to be done. To all those in the same exam-boat, keep strong, we’ll survive!

Ciao!

Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started