I miss the theatre.

I just...miss it. It's like a part of me, and I don't have it with me.

I'm having quite a good and bad day at the same time.

On the one hand, I've submitted an article to the local paper and hopefully it'll get published next week. I've been offered work experience at a magazine, and I'm also submitting an article to them.

On the other hand, I'm decidedly bitter. I'm on the fence of deciding whether relationships are just...not worth it, or whether I've had bad experience. I want to believe the former, but the latter is most likely true.

I bought Harry Potter andt he Goblet of Fire today. The only Harry Potter move I'd buy on DVD.

Can't think of much to write. I start uni again next Monday, so that'll be good to take my mind off things. Stress over schoolwork is better than stress over nothing.

Apparently, Natalie Portman is going to be in the forth Indiana Jones film.

No words can express my joy.

I haven't updated in a week. Many things have happened...well, not really. Nothing much has happened at all. But still, the invisible people who read this journal deserve an update on the nothingness of my week, so here it is.

I turned 19 last Friday. Yes, I only have one more year as a teenager...actually, that doesn't sound too impressive when I write it down.

I promised I'd expand on my review of Dead Man's Chest, didn't I? Well, I haven't seen it again yet, and I'm sure I will, but it just wasn't up to scratch. However, most of the problem lay in editing. If they film was a good 30-40 minutes shorter, it would have been better...but not great. Look, it's alright. It's watchable, it's decent enough sequel fair...but I can gladly wait ten months for the next one.

My mother returned from England on my birthday. My father and I went to the airport to fetch her. She had a great trip - my Dad made a DVD of all her photos with music and stuff. It's quite good.

Forgive my short entry, but I'm tired and want to watch clips from my favourite films. So, if you'll excuse me.

I may write a rant tomorrow on the current state of cinema, but don't hold your breath.

I haven't updated in a week. Many things have happened...well, not really. Nothing much has happened at all. But still, the invisible people who read this journal deserve an update on the nothingness of my week, so here it is.

I turned 19 last Friday. Yes, I only have one more year as a teenager...actually, that doesn't sound too impressive when I write it down.

I promised I'd expand on my review of Dead Man's Chest, didn't I? Well, I haven't seen it again yet, and I'm sure I will, but it just wasn't up to scratch. However, most of the problem lay in editing. If they film was a good 30-40 minutes shorter, it would have been better...but not great. Look, it's alright. It's watchable, it's decent enough sequel fair...but I can gladly wait ten months for the next one.

My mother returned from England on my birthday. My father and I went to the airport to fetch her. She had a great trip - my Dad made a DVD of all her photos with music and stuff. It's quite good.

Forgive my short entry, but I'm tired and want to watch clips from my favourite films. So, if you'll excuse me.

I may write a rant tomorrow on the current state of cinema, but don't hold your breath.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was...not that great. In fact, it was pretty average. I'll have to see it again to make up my mind.

But for now, 2.5/5

I'll give it a full review later tonight.

"I don't know where...I don't know how...I don't know why...but your love can make these things better".

I spent last night in the hospital. Mind you, 99% of it was in the waiting room. As I was on stage practicing for church, I went to scratch my neck and found a fairly sizeable..well, that's not true, it was quite small, but I found a lump on my neck. I immediately started to freak out, and then tried to think of the possibilities of what it could be, etc. Of course, after speaking to my Dad for a few minutes I calmed down, but I still wanted to get it checked out. Anyway, long and the short of it is my lymph gland was swollen quite largely. I just found it strange because I'd never had a swollen gland so far back up my neck before. Anyway. I'm fine.

It's hardest when I'm by myself...

I watched Walk The Line on Saturday night with my Dad. I can't be bothered writing a full review, partly because it doesn't need one, but mostly because I was at a LAN yesterday and today and I'm dead tired. In short, I loved it and I give it 4.5/5.

I want to marry Reese Witherspoon.

I find it so hard, so hard, so hard...to forgive myself for the things I've done against certain people. I try so hard to be a likeable person, to be a good person, but I always let myself down and I take others with me. What right do I have? What right do I have to hurt other people? What right do I have to make other people cry?

I wish I could be more than I am.

Worry and homesickness?

I'm not worrying about the future. I'm just pining after something I wish I could have. But hey, I'll be alright. I've got my friends, I've got films, I've got music, and I've got God. What else do I need?

And to any of you who I need to apologise to, this is probably the best way I can. Because isn't a song the best way of expressing yourself?

I watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind,
but I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
that it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

[Chorus]
I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life...

Who I Am Hates Who I've Been - Relient K

Is Alabama my real home?

I was born in Australia. My parents are Australian. My family is Australian. I have an Australian accent. I use Australian words, I speak to Australian people and I attend an Australian university.

And yet...my earliest memories are of Alabama.

While kids here learned to kick the footy and got their pen license, I grew up with Josh down the road showing me how to shoot rifles. I grew up calling my teachers 'Ma'am', because if you didn't, God help you. I grew up going to a Southern Baptist Church with the nicest people you could imagine and I sat in the pew behind the Sheriff. I remember Sunday School before church, high school football where the players really did go out with the cheerleaders, and the school janitor, Mr Penny.

I remember those old African Americans with the thickest accents you can imagine,

I remember my house. On Alice Street. Four white pillars out the front of the porch.

Every Christmas, we'd buy a big ol' pine tree and stick it in the entrance hall...

I can still smell them, is that strange and pathetic? Pine trees remind me of Christmas...

Maybe I have two homes, who knows.

I'd like to go back one day. So many people I'd like to see again.