tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38325283464187718272024-02-08T22:36:26.960+11:00Spencer StreetSpencer <3http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902911579804848788noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832528346418771827.post-46674320519852976762010-07-17T17:16:00.000+10:002010-07-17T17:16:29.785+10:00Six and a half months later<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Woah. This is a blast from the half-not-so-recent past. I don't even know if anyone will still read this. It seems like Twitter has taken over. I always liked Tumblr a bit more, but that's just personal preference I suppose. How much has changed since then. Now I'm a year older, the ripe old age of seventeen. And it's kind of amusing to see just how much has happened, what's changed, where I am in life now.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Life now is different. I'm apprehensive to write about it, I'd prefer to keep my private life private. But there's a new boy, new friends, new ambitions and goals. It's odd, coming back after so many months, and seeing just how much has changed. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just a quick update on me, fingers crossed you care a teensy bit!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and G are over, I fell out of liking him, and ended it, simple as that. Last I heard, he's rooting four new boys. Good luck to him and his future, aye. School has finished the year, and I have already lost track of the days! I am off to work in Melbourne for a week, before coming back to a jam-packed celebratory few weeks of birthdays and the usual suspects of Christmas, Boxing Day and New Years Eve. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I haven't been at school in awhile as I've been sick, yes still! I have a cold in this weather, ironic!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, and if anyone is bored, send Mirrorboy an email. It's time he came back to semi-regular blogging! His recent blog was at the pushing of me I do believe. Mirrorboy, spread your time! Boyfriend and blog readers! We're all still here ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Afterwards, I had a good chat with my friend over a smoke about life in general, and it made me think a lot. Sometimes it's good, just telling someone your problems. It's good knowing that there's people there for you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Until I have some more news, all my love.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">PS. Oh, and I'm still single because we're waiting till we see each other in person to figure out what we want next. He's coming down this weekend hopefully, I'll let you know ;)</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, so part two. I had to take two trains to get there; one from here to Melbourne, and one from Melbourne to where he was. The train to him got delayed for an hour, so I was sitting there at the station trying to figure out if I should really do this. Would it be awkward, would I hate it? I didn’t know, I was apprehensive, but as I said, something about it just felt right. So the train finally started moving, and one station away from his it was announced that we would be stopping there to make up for time, and whoever was going on would be catching a road coach there (like a bus). So, I ended up getting to where he was an hour late. I stepped off the bus, and he wasn’t there. Part of me freaked out a bit. But then he came and got me with his friend and explained he thought it was the train still. Being with him felt...natural, it felt right. Not awkward at all. His friend was rather aloof though. We were going to his friend’s house for drinks. On the way, we met some more of his friend’s going to buy cigarettes so his friend we were with left with them and it was just us two. We walked a bit further, and then he stopped me. And then he kissed me. It was unexpected, and I liked it. He smiled and we continued on to his friend’s. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But today, I sit here, drinking a black coffee, waiting for a certain boy to call me. Yes, that's right, Spencer Street comes to blogland with a boy in tow. Though, it's complicated, and technically I'm still single.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">See, I've only ever met this boy once. He lives six hours away from me, which is two train trips at a cost of $60 return trip. We met on Myspace, which yes, does sound seedy. But then again, meeting drunk in a bar isn't? Our first few conversations couldn't really be classified as conversations. One comment from him, one back from me, and one in return telling me to add his msn. Which I did. I signed in one day to an offline message from him asking who I was. I linked him to my Myspace in a return offline message, and one night after coming back from a party with two friends (who promptly passed out on my floor) I signed in to see him online. And we talked for a long time, ending with an exchange of numbers. I usually don't do that, so you know there was something special about him. We texted for a few days, and then one evening he rang me. He just asked me if he could ring me, and then he did. We talked for three hours. After that he rang each night for just over a week. I wanted to see him, just as much as he wanted to see me, so I bit the bullet and decided to visit him. He was turning 18 the following Sunday and wanted me there, so I told my parents I was going to visit my friend in Melbourne, purchased the tickets and the next Saturday, with plans to stay two nights with him, boarded the train.</span></span><br />
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</div>Spencer <3http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902911579804848788noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832528346418771827.post-24417483205265115332009-11-03T20:26:00.002+11:002009-11-04T12:39:22.278+11:00I need help!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hi! So, just in case you haven't noticed, my layout is very impractical. There's not button to comment, and none to follow. Can anyone at all help me?</span></span><br />
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</div>Spencer <3http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902911579804848788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832528346418771827.post-86650162314116680792009-11-03T14:26:00.007+11:002009-11-04T12:42:18.602+11:00Bonjour monde<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-size: 13px;">So, like millions of people before me, I've decided I'm going to start a blog. I'm not quite sure how to start, so I'll being by introducing myself a little I guess.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-size: 13px;">You can call me Spencer Street. For those geographically-savvy few out there, you'd know that that is the very street in Melbourne that Southern Cross Station is on. I love that station because it's where so many people begin their new lives. Stepping off regional trains, most of the time into a completely unfamiliar and exciting new setting. A new beginning. Call me lame, but I just think that's cool.</span></span><br />
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