NAOMI'S WORLD

Hey, Ange says shes moving out... that means i need someone else to move in... any takers?

I have a puppy! Her name is sugar... she's the most beautiful thing i've ever set eyes on... she's a Staffy x Lab.... *sighs* and she knows i'm mum  ... i can't seem to upload any pics of her so for the moment you'll have to be satisfied with the one pic thats on megans blog http://ludicrousitys.blogspot.com/

 

Well i suppose you'd call it a rough couple of weeks, with many ups and downs and i cant forget the twists and turns, but i suppose thats just life. I met courts parents not long ago... that was kinda cool, his mum is so cute and funny... she's such a sweetie  ... I also like his dad... i mean he doesnt smile much, but he seems the strong dependable type I like in a person, tho his brother just plain freaks me out, i mean he's quite a bit like Court so he cant be that horrible  but it's more his striking simularity to a guy that was in my year level at school ...so weird.

I had dinner at their place on sunday night, it was kinda nice to be in that whole 'family dinner' atmosphere... i havent had that in a while... a long while. Generally it was a really nice night, finishing with a movie after dinner, and me sleeping downstairs *nods* which is cool. Then a very exciting thing happened a few days later, my mother invited me and Court out to dinner with my charming sister... and he discovered how weird my family is... *slaps forehead* my mother is so embaressing sometimes, what with her play-by-play trying to find a parking space comentary.. oh god. And i'm sure Court now sees where my oddness comes from... my mother is a tad... quirky to say the least, and she was on fire that night. My sister was her little pettite self and would blush charmingly as she giggled at all my pathetic attempts at jokes. I'm sure Court was a little nervous to meet them... tho he shouldnt have been, we're the dag family. Then an even better thing happened my sister wanted us to go back to her place so Court could meet her future husbad (Fernando), and her Fernandos parents... well he was in for a nice treat there were many'a kiss given and many'a hug and compliment shared, about what a cute couple we were and how hansome the dashing Court is ... and of Course the sweetness of there Chilien accents in their difficulty with pronouncing Courtneys name. That must have been a bit overwheming 4 him meeting most of my family in one night... tho he hasnt met my dad yet... and i use the term dad loosely as he's an arsehole... I'm a bit apprehensive of my sisters fast approaching wedding, which Court is coming with me to... But i'll jus make surewe avoid my side of family... except my sister of course.

Then last thursday it was my beautiful boys Birthday the big 20. w00t 4 him, now i dot have to feel like a cradle snatcher. And i went out to dinner with him and his parents to taco bills mmm tacos... his brother and his brother gf also came... but we dont need to talk about them... they're like minimes... it's freaky man. Up and coming me and Courts OH GOD NOT MORE OF US!!! WE'RE MULTIPLYING!!! ... well not me and Court... just... scarey, odd people  

Last night... or a few hrs ago i guess Ange, Kamil, Andrew and I went clubbing... havent been in a long time, we went to maquee... I danced like a crazy person, and now my feet ache we were there from 10:30 till about 2am then it was back to mine to watch episode upon episode of Invader Zim... i love that show... unfortunately Kamil feel asleep at about 4:30ish  and left me on my lonesome...  but meh... it's like that most of the time... still not sleeping... and once again this will be my lovely 4th day of no sleep, and we all know how fun i am on those days *rolls eyes* especially with Courts party thingo at 6 tonight... blah... i hope he can handle a dead Nomi... But i'm sure he will... my finger nails are growing... it must be love.

I had forgotten how much i liked sewing, I used to take lessons when i was 14 then just got out of the habbit when i left home, and am now starting to get back into it with a passion. I'm going crazy, sewing everything little beani toys, pencil cases, skirts, hats, I cant believe how much i missed it, i find it so relaxing and fun. I'm about to attempt my costume 4 Cosplay and i'm excited about it, Also if anyone needs help with a costume I'd love to help! Or if anyone wants me to just make then something cute i can do that two ;)

w00t!!!! Just gotten over my flu and i'm so excited!!! i hate being sick it's one of the worst things ever, i was doing the stupidest things when i was sick like forgetting i was wearing my slippers, and  wearing them out to the lunasy marathon... and then again when i went out with Ange, Aaron and Kamil... but with only one sock... i'm such a retard!

 

Anyway, this particular entry is dedicated to my good friend Sarah who recentally took her own life. It was a huge shock to me, and especially to her BF and Family, and has made it hard 4 me to understand a few things about life and stuff. Our prays go out to them in their time of sorrow. Rest peacefully my lovely sares, you were beautiful in this life, u shall be even more beautiful in the next.

OK this is an offical apology to people who came to my party and were GLOMPED by me, which i'm told was everyone... at random times during the night... and like every 2 minutes *sighs* So embaressing.... I promise you i'm not like that normally!!!! Kamil or KC or someone could tell u that *cries* Although after my "amusing" performance, which i'm told made many people scared and gave me the worst hangover ever i've decided i wont be doing that again... coz it was dumb. I'm so sorry to all who witnessed it, and especially sorry to ange and those others that got injured (MEAGS I'M SO SORRY)  But especially sorry to Court, u didnt deserve that. I love you.

 

 

In a small dark hut an old man sits alone, forever at war with his soul. The unyielding, unquenchable heartache that plagues him an ever building burden pounding him down, forcing him ever deeper into despair. All his long years of desolation weighing down upon his diminished spirit. Perched on the edge of a small oaken stool, he sits at the head of a small oaken table. Withered, time worn hands holding up tired head, eyes sunken and vacant, clouded and hazy as a cool morning’s mist. His clothes are ragged and beyond repair, they hang off his frail, wasted body like strips of torn, tattered flesh after a lashing. His life is one of sorrow and torment; there is no brightness to lighten up his calloused life. He is in shadow. The spark that once invitingly warmed his heart like a raging fire is extinguished, there is no light left in his darkness. He shuffles his skeletal frame around the room as though searching for something; but he seeks that which he may never have again. A life full of love and joy, that is dead to him now.

 

Visions of a small, quiet child torment him. Her tiny features as delicate and heavenly as though she were an angel descended from the sky to mingle with lowly mortals. Yet those eyes, her mothers eyes, dark as a winter’s night, empty and fathomless as time, devious and eternal, her eerie gaze had penetrated his very core, exposing something which he never knew was held within him. Thoughts he had never wanted, were awoken. Her lips, tight and staunch to even the slightest twitch of a smile besieged his mind, driving him slowly, and painfully insane with each waking day. The image of this child, his child, burned and seethed, it fettered within him till his thoughts were no longer his own. She was consuming him slowly from the inside. This creature whom he had created, watched over, protected, unreservedly loved was murdering him, just as he had murdered her, and even as his heavy eyelids closed, not even the sweet oblivion of sleep could erase this truth from his thoughts. He had killed her, and he would pay for it.

 

This night would be long, long and cold, a desolate expanse of misery that would echo the chill of a heart of stone. Tonight only the damned would dance in his dreams, banshees with hollow soulless eyes. Their blood pouring, excreting from long forgotten wounds. Surreal yet agonised faces stare into the moonlight, their mouths distort as they cry out in the night, a howl of perpetual pain. They will not be silenced. Writhing in anguish they tear at their flesh with cat like claws, their self-inflicted mutilation, a penance for their sins, they are never to walk a path of light. They are that which shall not be saved in this life or the next. They are sent from hell to toy with lives of those who let them in. Those who make deals with Satan himself.

 

Abruptly the old man wakes with a start, sweat covers his body in a dripping salty discharge, thus it has ever been. Never a night shall pass that he shall experience sweet release from his nightmarish prison of his own creation. Redemption, he prays for redemption, that his heart, soul, mind, spirit shall be reconciled at last. As the weeks pass, to him, it seems that day slips ever further from his grasp. He begins to notice things around his humble, yet bleak home. A sharp knife, perhaps to carve away the torment that plagues his life, or maybe a sturdy length of strong rope, to suffocate his barren thoughts. The implement of his demise does not concern him; it is the end result that now drives him. Now it seems at last he has an achievable goal, one last act of disgrace to add to his ever growing list.     

 

Once more he sits at his small oaken table, but this time drifting off only into darkness; it is not the knife, but his sleep that takes life from him His eyes stare lifeless and inert, his body limp, his limbs hang cold and unmoving, and no blood pumps through his veins to convince his body that this is a heart worth saving. Thus it had been ordained since the time before time, not for him a small step off a soaring cliff, not for him a vial of poison fit to kill 20 men in a single drop, not for him a solemn walk into the unyielding ocean waiting for the waves to swallow him up. The goddess wills it so, and so it is.  Now he rests the deep eternal sleep of death, with only the darkness to keep him company. His soul will sit alone at her right foot forever seeing the wonderful and amazing and never being able to touch it, this is the path he has chosen for himself and cannot return to the world he left. His selfishness is his downfall and he can now never change that. Satan has sucked dry his tempestuous heart by forcing him to reject life and confront his true self. It is this that drove him mad and sent him to a place where only devils dwell. And it is his misfortune to end up with the place that his spirit has chosen to reside.

 

Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks to anyone who actually managed to make it to the end