timitimitimit

i will constantly be adding to this as i discover more. 


intertwine

clandestine

derogatory 

paramount

familiar

charisma

pronunciate

flamingo

elope

effervescent

subdue

dichotomy

imperial

aforementioned

rummage

entangle

poise

tranquility

authenticity

dynamic

void

evasion

triple

collaboration

incognito

entrapment

presumptuous

counterfeit

vacate

disparaging

elongate

biomass

confabulate

aisle

diligence

drastic

seizure

profanity

frivolity

grasp

oasis

abdicate

transcendence

societal

indifferent

felony

connotation

dusk

hypocrite

colloquial

miscreant

gargle

conundrum

diabolical

coincide

kaleidoscope

birth

poignant

it is very windy this morning. i don't understand why many people apparently don't like wind? i find it fascinating. probably because i'm not overly concerned that its going to mess up my hair or blow up my skirt. its such a strong force, disrupting the calmness of the surroundings, bringing such a sudden sense of urgency and turbulence to the environment as nature thrashes around to its might. yet it is invisible. that's what intrigues me the most. its almost as if it gives stealth a whole new meaning. its inescapable, its everywhere, it surrounds and consumes you and it cant be seen or touched. but it can touch you. having just said all this i realise im not sure if i agree with it as such, i've managed to make wind out to be some sort of ruthless and horrifying predator. hence why i love the presence of wind and don't run away and cower in a hole when i feel a mild breeze. i said it disrupts the calmness of the surroundings. i prefer to think that it gives it life. without wind, nature would sit placidly not moving and struggling to draw any attention to itself. when it is windy, nature dances. it sways beautifully, contorting itself with exhilaration, the swift channels of wind rushing through each individual leaf, rustling and uplifting everything it reaches. i love the sound of wind. or what i love more, is that fact that it does not exist. wind has no sound. the sound of what it reaches creates it. whether it be the soft whistling of rushing air through a crack in a partially opened window, or the sound of swaying trees dancing with the wind, like pouring of rain. that's what 'wind' sounds like, the pouring of rain. it's a long continuous, soothing and monotonous sensation. however does rain have sound either? the main similarity between wind and rain is that they themselves create no sound, wind is an invisible force rushing through open air contacting with the physical barriers it finds, and rain is pellets of water falling through open air, also contacting with the physical barriers it finds, creating sound. this sound is also like ocean waves. it would be beautiful to live by the beach to forever hear the soothing sound of waves crashing on the ocean shore. i feel i may have rambled on abit more than i intended, i really do admire anyone who has read this entire thing. i will go have some breakfast now.

the wind's died down..

 i hope i will not lose motivation for this like i do with most things. this seems like a good thing for me to be doing and i'm glad sam suggested it to me but sometimes it seems like an effort and for some unknown effort i put it off. for example i am supposedly self teaching myself italian on livemocha.com but i havent done any more of it in months. IO SONO VECCHIO E GRASSO!

oooookay. a few things on my mind.
i really do enjoy philosophical discussions. samantha claire lewis and mitchell comans have made me realise this. they are beautiful. a few questions i could discuss endlessly include:
- what is luck?
- what is happiness?
- what is beauty?
- what is the meaning of human existence and life (excuse the cliche)
oh i could go on, but they are endless. for each topic branches out into a million other topics that i could also talk about endlessly. which is what i love about it. i wish my school (soon to be ex school) taught it. i'm going to miss my school alot. particularly the people in it. the past few weeks ive been having those moments of just stopping in my tracks and staring around at my environment, especially when i am in the senior quad, and just taking in every detail and absorbing every feeling i get from being here while i can, as i calmly acknowledge just how much this place means to me despite my complaining.
i feel i am gaining more control over myself. when i lose it, i am able to stop and reason with myself. instead of my mind being a mental battle between two personalities like it has been the past year they are able to stop and tolerate each other reasonably. i'm proud of myself.
one of my most favourite things in the world is that beautiful soft orange colour that you see in the edge of the sky just above the sun after it has set. its just a glow in the horizon, so rich and mesmerising, fading and stretching out into the rest of the infinite sky mixing colours.
there are alot of films i would like to watch. for someone so passionate about films, i havent exactly seen alot. i want to watch life is beautiful, pans labyrinth, and i cant remember the rest theres too many. i want to rewatch amelie, forrest gump and the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind soon too.  i'm getting my dreadlocks redone on tuesday.. its going to hurt alot. it better be worth it. ill look smashing for graduation.
i want to make another cup of tea but its late and ill wake everything up. i hate that by a particular time every night im so limited to what i can do because of this. screw that, im going to have a shower and if anyone complains and seeks to defy my god-like powers they will suffer my wrath.

until next time, goodnight.