I have a strange form of musical writers block, where my fingers can't find the right chords to follow each other and my voice isn't creating melodic surprises.  I have a lot of song inside me that needs to break free, but for the moment it's stirring in my stomach like a strange hybrid between nerves and emotion.  Is my fear of musical judgement greater?

Those moments where Rachmaninov makes you feel like you can take on the world and win are the moments to be savoured.  I'm reacquainting myself with brahms because it's too beautiful to leave behind.

Hello old friend. How's sonata no.2 these days?

The days where the rain falls are the best for building a tent in your room, huddling with your best friend, watching chick flicks and talking about what is yet to come.

The days where the sky is grey are the best for wearing fluffy socks and granpa cardi's.

The days where the windows are blurred with wet are the best for watching the world.

The end.

"so we'll sing out loud for hours till the morning that we know we can't avoid. These nights are notable and priceless" -Dave Mellilo

Dear Ben Folds.
I want in on the party of polaroid friends.
Love Ashleigh.

I feel lazy and rediculous. Far Removed and secretly wishing i was closer.
I'm sorry mr Secondhand Serenade if i don't have the patience to listen to a 19 minute song. I'm in love with a song and my fingers hurt from guitar strings. Slow improvement is the worst to tolerate.
Myspace has bought me little fulfilment lately. Why is it that when i want people to leave me messages they don't yet when i am run off my feet with no time for anyone i have millions?
I'm currently sipping the biggest cup of chai i have ever experienced.
mmm. cinnamon.

"in vain i blame my trembling on the cold air.
i've relied on you, like yellow does on blue"

How could i give up on such a dream?

so once again, although this time for a reason which is entirely different, i'm left feeling awkward and inadequate. A suddent moment of clarity came whilst Ben Folds swarms my thoughts on a train from the city by myself...I'm waiting for something and someone to take hold of my life because i'm still fighting it. I've got traffic in my heart and it reflects in everything.

What a week, once again.

I'm bitterly, terribly disappointed about the WVYA thing...i actually really really wanted it.

I've experienced a situation where my first aid stuff came in handy...and i rode in an ambulance which was incredibly unfortunate but slightly exciting.

I've experienced alcohol and i'm over it.

I've taken the walks i needed to take and talked to the people i love.

I had a whole body massage. So, so good.

I went go-karting.

I went on a motorcycle trike ride oh a 100km/h highway.

I bought Jen Oven mitts to nurture her newfound ahem love of cooking.

I cleaned up the dirtiest kitchen ever at 2am with Matt Fell. Wierded out.

I learnt to play Bar chords and played guitar everyday.

I had a random boy steal my guitar and serenade me with Jack Johnson's "Taylor"

I missed just a few things about home.

Hello livejournal. I'm sorry, but myspace seems to have replaced you for the time being. Please don't make me grovel when i realise you're better, which no doubt i will.
Second interview for Youth Ambassador for World Vision on nov 14th...Kristin Ledley is after me. At least she's not before me! they'd cut me then and there hahah.

She's going to win.

And i think that's the coolest thing ever.

What i miss most about school is tutor time. Is that wierd?

My phone screen currently says

"Sim not present"

Yay.



Piece of junk.


In other news, i'm a bit excited because i'm short-listed to be world vision's youth ambassador for next year AND i finish HSC tomorrow for 15 whole days and then i finish for good ya!

I'm taking ashleigh frost on a magical mystery tour to the secretest destination ever. Jen, want to come?

Hi megan, you hornbag