Scar

Scar

He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note,
That said, "Use these down to your bones",
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him,
I thought, "This one knows better than I do".
Missy Higgins is one awesome musician. I wish I'd known about her when I went to Australia a couple of years ago, but never mind, there's always this July when I leave for World Youth Day. According to mom, my faith will be rejuvenated (sp?). Whatever. Anyway, my parents went to vote and Naz kicked up a big fuss about how sucky (take that, GODMA) it was to not be a registered voter. This is what happens when your cousin gets involved with someone who wats to "change the world" and all that crap. Leann, honey, you can do so much better. Someone who actually behaves like a semi-normal, couldn't-care-less 18-year-old, anyway.
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle,
He tried to cut me so I'd fit,
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver;T
he way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar,
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Sports Day just finished and I spent pretty much the whole day with Amelia Marie, Ann Marie's sister, who's decided that I am her inspiration. The girl even knows where I live, which is a little bit scary. I feel my ego growing, though. And Amelie Mauresmo is hot!!! I'm watching this youtube video of her which I will post sooner or later (very possibly sooner) and her smile is, like, amazing. Sylvie Bourdon, if you do not break up with her within six months, I'll hit you. She's too good to be with a fugly __________ (insert bad word of your choice here). Oh, oh, did I mention that she looks good in a bun? She's like the best-looking bunwoman (no offence to everyone's favourite Bunwoman, but there's, like, no comparison between you and Amelie).
So the next one came with a bag of treats,
She smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea,
And she told me, "Don't trust them, trust me",
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
Looked at my insides, clicking her tongue,
And said, "This will all have to come undone".
I spent the whole week doing pretty much nothing. We celebrated Aunty Jac's birthday last Sunday night and we went and got her a cake which said, "Happy 21st++". I cut class with half the school on Wednesday. When I went up to 4 Gemilang, Pn. Tan was there, gossipping with all the Chinese guys and she didn't even look up when I went out of the class again. Weirdo. I got pantsed on Wednesday night. Remind me never to wear my suft shorts without a belt when Eva and Naz are around. I was wearing purple (like REALLY purple) CottonShop underwear and they thought I'd be having boxers on. The undies had little diamondthingys spelling out CS on them and Carmen smacked me upside the haed and yelled, "OHMIGOD! SHARMEN UNDIES!" I have to say, that was pretty funny. I hate Naz and Eva. I do. Really.
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle,
She tried to cut me so I'd fit,
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver;
The way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar,
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
I watched Loving Annabelle with Naz and this is the outcome of it:
NAZ: That bitch. She…she... That bitch! I…I hate sad endings. Give me a..another handkerchief.
ME: *weird look*
NAZ: What?
ME: I didn’t know you were so sensitive.
NAZ: Shut up. They were meant to be. And that bitch ruined everything.
ME: Wait.
NAZ: What?
ME: The movie has an alternate ending.
NAZ: *after alternate ending* And where exactly is the ending?
ME: You didn’t get it?
NAZ: No…?
ME: Simone wasn’t accused and Annabelle went after her to her beach house.
NAZ: Oh. *pause* Next lesbian movie, please?
And I realized just in time,
Although my old self was hard to find,
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine,
Cause I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys,
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
I'm sorry for the "Come here, go away" trip I've been putting you through. I have nothing, nobody to blame except myself. And I don't know if you'll understand this, but I kept doing it because I want you - and I don't ever want to hurt you.
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver;
The way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar,
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?

xxNinny