Love this.

Hey everyone,

After some inspiration (or what I’ve come to call “ideas stealing”) I’m going to write this blog entry.

Alright. Here we go. Here is my attempt to write an emo blog entry about an emotion, a feeling, the unexplainable.

Love.

Hokay. okay. alright.

I don’t think there is one way to explain or define what “love” really is, other then starting of by saying that love is something that means something completely different to one person to another. Everyone has their own story. Everyone, to one of their own.

So whats my story? What is my version of love?

For me love is something that you have to believe in. It isn’t something that can be so easily explained. Love is something that can make you feel extremely high! but at the same time, especially if you lose it, it could also make you feel like shit.

This is mostly due to the fact that:

Love is a risk. It is the part of taking chances, gambling everything you have, your trust, your feelings, your past, present and future, everything that defines you as a person.

When we fall in love with someone, we take all the things that scared little kid inside us has hidden, the things that he or she has sealed envelope, in a small box, inside a bigger box, wrapped in a chain, locked with a lock, placed in the darkest corner, covered in dirty clothes, under the bed, in our closet,  in our minds.

We take these things, that we took so long to hide and even longer to re-open, and shove it down that someone’s throat, hoping and praying that they can swallow it rather then explode, we want them to turn back to us with a funny smirk and ask for more.

And when we find that one person that takes these things with them, all of a sudden you feel incredibly lighter. A sense of euphoria surrounds the scared little kid in the dark inside, as he or she has finally found someone that they can finally play with. Analogy Queen! p-ch!

Its taking that risk. That’s how it starts…
When people say “its better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all” I think you have to keep in mind that this is talking about a love that has passed and not one that has been torn apart. Because in my opinion the worst type of love (the one that hurts the most) is a love that is one sided.
Often people seem to forget the small things about love that makes it so special.

The feeling of not knowing what the hell you are doing with someone, who in your eyes, just seems so perfect.

I’m the girl with the braces.

- lover timothy

trying to be more poetic or artistic or emo or gay or something

Hi,

Skipping all formalities im just going to jump right in.

Im sitting here, listening to The Maine and its raining outside. While I was walking around, I noticed that it was a pretty gloomy day today, with all the rain and grey clouds in the sky…. It wasn’t until I put my earphones on and pressed play my ipod that I noticed that even on rainy days, the simple things can look just as amazing.

For example, I was walking down George street on my way to the bus stop with my broken umbrella in one hand and my ipod in the other. The rain was pouring down as pressed play on my ipod (on shuffle) and Inaudible Melodies by Jack Johnson had come on, and just at THAT moment I happened to notice a couple of brown maple tree leaves falling down from a tree in unison something like synchronised skydivers or something. (if they exist)

But yeah, its simple things like this that has been capturing my attention lately. I’m not really sure if this is due to the fact that my brain has become incredibly bored with my life or if im subliminally trying to be more poetic or artistic or emo or gay or something (I don’t know how this makes sense but…)

A couple of other things similar to what happened today that I have noticed while staring into nothing or walking from one place to another are, a hamburger shaped bicycle bell on a bicycle chained to a lampost, I couldn’t resist the temptation to walk over and start ringing the bell a few times even though this was against Jasmine’s approval, two Labrador puppies playing/fighting on a hill with no owners or people insight and what had looked like a homeless person, quietly approaching me from behind and blowing bubbles into my face as I stood waiting for my bus alone.

I guess stranger things have happened.

I hope this qualifies as a reasonable blog entry.

- prosaic timothy

my theory (my excuse…)

Hey everyone,

It seems like my blogging has slowed down… and this sucks… and i think i know why this is happening. Well… it might be a combination of two things.

Firstly, i am going to blame this all on twitter. Why? Well let me bore you with my theory (my excuse…).  Twitter is sometimes referred to as a “micro-blogging website” now if my definition/knowledge of the English language is correct, the word “micro” means something small (LOL) so if i am constantly writing these “micro-blogs” everyday, MAYBE it is twitter that is using up all of my creativity and thus the lack of blogs.

If that didn’t make sense, i think the equation below will make things a bit clearer.

Tim + Twitter x Blogging = Tim + Blogging/Twitter

Where:

Blogging (average blog per month) = 4

Twitter (average twitter per month) = 50

Tim + 50 x 4 = Tim + 4/50

So… Tim = umm…

LOL i dunno… maybe a smart person could have made a good joke out of this…

Secondly, there is a massive lack of interesting shit happening…

Maybe its just because im just a really boring person.

ANYWHOS, lately ive been watching a show called Lawrence Leung’s Choose Your Own Adventure on ABC every week on Wednesdays at 9 30 pm. Basically this is a show where this guy called Lawrence Leung pursues all of his childhood dreams. The last episode aired a few days ago and in the episode Lawrence mentioned that one of his greatest achievements is achieving the number one spot on google. (this means when you search his name on google, his website/blog will be the first thing to come up) And this gave me a pretty good idea.

I want to become the number one Tim Wakulicz on google. LOL (how original)

However after thinking about this i realized that this was a pretty pointless ambition since there arnt very many “Tim Wakulicz“’s out there and it wouldn’t be that hard to become number one. Maybe if my name was something like John Smith. THEN becoming number one would be a feat that would be matched by non other then climbing Everest.

But yeah… can’t be bothered.

OH, i almost forgot… the poll! Well thank you everyone who voted on the poll i think its about time i take it down. It looks like it came down to an even score of 4 people voting for cake and 4 people voting for death. (quite emo? who knows.)

Umm just before i finish, whoever reads this should check out a band called A Day To Remember ive been listening to them quiet alot lately.

Alright thanks for reading.

- tweeting timothy.