just like how i wanted
i'm quite good at being not emotional. i don't know exactly when i developed this quality, but i find it kind of funny.
i'm not sobbing just trying to hold in a cough
with all of the coughing fits and nosebleeds going on recently (and fits coughing up red following those) i occasionally wonder if i'm going to die.
if i had to die sometime this year, now would be a pretty fitting time (is what i thought sometime today).
but yeah, then i got home without being dead so here i am
the swan songs are done now. the swan songs are done. it was awesome. maybe 4 leaf clovers do work. they're done i can retire now
a swan song should convey the finality. it should have the desperation turned into ecstasy of trying to outdo yourself and everything ever. to end with a bang, not a whimper.
and then it's done. your last performance.
what now?
what do i do now
study for 7 exams i guess
but then
what do i do after that?
i could play starcraft and get good enough to go overseas. i don't feel like that though
don't really feel like anything
the sound levels were pretty bad for the spirit carries on from what i could hear. that's a bit sad but i think everyone got most of it.
if i died tomorrow i'd be alright
on my way home today i felt a little bit sad. and i realised that the reason for this sadness was because i didn't have any resentment or bitterness to make leaving happy.
i realised that a lot of the time baulko didn't give me what i wanted. but 100% of the time, it gave me what i needed.
i never really understood that until today
so yeah, no regrets.
thanks guys, good bye. especially the people who i probably should have got to know better. especially the people who i probably should have tried to know at all. (well, i guess you could call this a regret)
one lone tear was shed today.
the rest will probably come later when it hits me that this is the end
probably more things to say but i'm too tired from being short 8 hours of sleep in the past week. still feel normal though, unless i try to concentrate and do work.
you'd think that i would make some effort to polish up and make this post nicer and capitals and stuff and write sentences properly.
nope
i am the type of person who follows up a coughing fit by eating a cherry ripe
2 mins later ... hey past daniel you're a !@#$%^&*(
after 8 november i'll probably still go to eastwood friday afternoon maybe every 3 or 4 weeks. finished reading Mark today. are you guys proud of me? he was playing a guitar
my favourite part was when peter denied him 3 times. i thought it was a bit funny
letters. thanks, you two. thanks so much
you're great
i'm not one to write letters, or make cards or any of that. sorry. but if i did, it would be like a mirror. same ideas
umm
i guess i won't be seeing you guys around anymore. not as often, at least.
even if we might not be "proper" friends, i still post and read blogs. and that's cool. a different kind of connection.
probably for years
maybe more
years
yeah
it's cool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB0ordd2nOI&feature=related
harvards song reminded me of this song which was the song at graduation video which i recognised because of this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRFfJJjLpqw Schweppes Burst slow motion balloons Ad - , remember this, ha ha..
today
i find rolling around on grass evading people trying to pick me up incredibly fun. like if it was a fighting game and you kept on dodging so they keep missing. i should roll around on the grass more often
it was 10:37 when they started singing friends by flight of the conchords
ping
listening to stella was timed out so well on the way home. the sad part was when i got to epping by myself. and then the end of the song was when the train went to eastwood. but then the train didn't stop at eastwood because it was the express to strathfield and that was a good waste of 40 mins getting back.
sorry for an underwhelming post.i'm still not going to fix it up or add anything.
the end i guess
oh the principal didn't say that success isn't guaranteed, it's deserved and year 12, you deserve it
i miss the old speech
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