All the time in the world, but not right now.

I realise that of all the spare time I have had during these past weeks, I pick now to write a blog post.
I pick now, the time between times, because I know that I only have minutes to spare and Im going to have to get straight to my point without to many meandering thought paths.

Well. If only I knew how to explain my point well.
Once again, Im on a time limit. But not only for typing. All year, I have known that my dad will be moving away with his beloved fiance and getting married - which is great, really - but its only now, when I have no time left, do I realise that there IS no time. All I want is time. Its the one thing that we really have no control over.

We fit our lives around the concept of time, it never changes to suit us. Time applies to the saying that you don't know what you have until its gone very very perfectly.

Oh yeah. And merry christmas.
In 5 days TIME.

amyYYYYYYYYYAH

Theres these girls next door, right, and theyre arguing with each other about something. I can't tell what it is because all I can hear is one of the girls being like "Amyyyyyyyyyy" and dragging it out so it sounds like "AymeeeeeeeeeeYA". Shes obviously VERY annoyed.

Anyway. They've shut up now (thank god). Im going out to dinner tonight! to the beach, with dad and my sister! Were having fish and chips... then, I am going out again!!! With Muffin! BECAUSE TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Horray! I went over to her place to see all her new presents, and to hug her and all that birthdayie stuff. And I gave her my present, the sequel to the book that I got her last birthday.. or was it christmas? Either way.
Tib came too, and he gave Emma his present.... Sea monkeys! We read all the instructions on how to grow them and things, its very cool and I want sea monkeys now.

But yeah, were going out tonight for our first bar experience. It should be... new. Very very new.
Im kind of excited, but I have work in the morning, which is dampening my mood - considering that I don't know how I'm getting to work in the morning!
Oh well. Dinner is apparently in 10 minutes, well, were leaving in 10 minutes. APPARENTLY. So I guess I'd better put some real clothes on?
I mean. My PJ top and the skirt that Muffins guinea pig peed on today aren't really suitable for dinner.
BYE!

Dear.. all.

Hello everyone, this is to specific people, to everyone and to myself.

Firstly, dear 'certain other'.
I can tell, although I haven't seen you in a few weeks (my bad) that your struggling. And I can also tell that you may be having a similar trouble that I am, over thinking. And it can make you feel empty or lonely, even when your with everyone you care about in the middle of a mosh pit surrounded by bunnies and rainbows. I know. And a solution to that is having some kind of routine, I reckon, a little something that will keep you, and your silly little over working brain, busy. Like going to work.
Or school.

I find that I really do miss school... I don't miss waking up early, or practice essays; What I miss is the routine. Going through the motions of school could make me want to explode on some days, but it would be welcoming at the moment.
Id welcome it even just to get the 'thank god its friday!' feeling again. Now its 'thank god its... what day is it? Oh who cares. They're all the same'.

Another this I miss is writing. Anything. Any kind of writing at all, I feel silly when I write creative writing stories for no reason (thats why I've only ever done it once, and it was only a page long), F writing essays, and for some weird reason I don't write on my blog anymore. Why? I don't know.
Blogging is a wonderful way to unwind. Its like... like... well. Its like complaining.

I good healthy dose of complaining can lighten your mood dramatically if you know how to do it right!
But. Right now, I'm running low on complaints.
Maybe ask me in half an hour? Oh no wait. Im hoping to be asleep then.
I've already brushed my teeth and tucked myself into bed.
Horray routine teeth brushing!

Goodnight world!

Dont read on if your a dude afraid of periods

Well Hi there!
Long time no type to!

Well heres going to be a good post - a rather angry one. Or perhaps an annoyed one, I haven't quite reached 'angry'. Actually. Maybe 'Annoyed' isn't even the right word. I think that irritated works the best.

You see, if you are a girl you'll understand how IRRITATING having your period can be. Maybe even some guys might understand that - if your obsessed with sex and you know that your certainly not getting any when shes got PMS pouring out her eyeballs and much more icky stuff pouring out other places.....
Anyway. Yes. Periods are very irritating.

My post is actually about what my periods doing to my twirly swirly brain. You see, my brain and my monthly cycle are not the best of friends, this mainly being because they both want the blood and to be honest, it seems like there just isn't enough to go around between them.
Im going to go get a blood test because, unfortunately, the blood cant go on having a custody arrangement of one month with period and one with brain. It just isn't working out - I just don't enjoy all these near fainting experiences.
To be honest, I'd much prefer my brain won. I don't like my period. Nobody does (if they did... that would be so disgustingly weird).

Anyway. I don't like needles - As I have written about before, thanks to my dentist. And Im really dreading it. So if anyone would like to build up a horde of supporters to join me in the doctors office, that would be great. You can all restrain me while I'm trying to run out of there screaming.

It would me much appreciated.

Heavy eyes and a little excited

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, for various reasons. But one of the main reasons (I think) is because my mummy darling has gone to Australia as of 4am this morning. I woke up atleast 20 times last night, and because of this I got to say bye to my mum when she left home at 2.
But either way. My obsessive waking has given me MASSIVE puffy eyelids that are obscuring my vision. They feel weird.

And I am going Sssssshhhooooppppppppiiinnngggggg in an hour and 3 minutes! Horray! Muffin and I are so excited! Well. Im excited. Im just saying she's excited because it makes me more excited :) BUT I HOPE SHE IS!!!! I haven't been shopping shopping in ages.

.. Theres a music video of michael jackson naked as an angel on tv... I'm changing the channel.

Also! Another reason why I'm super duper excited is because IM GETTING A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM TOBY TONIGHT!!! I reckon were going out to dinner :) I've been told to wear nice clothes. And and and it's my actual birthday in a couple of days! It should be great.
I remember writing about my birthday on here last year - thats crazy. I've had my blog for so long! I was fretting about it raining on my beach birthday party, if I remember correctly.
Well, Im not fretting about the weather now - even though its crappy and rained all yesterday!!

Free from paining and photography

I am, of 4pm today, officially free from my photography and painting boards. They were both complete and sparkling, and are now wrapped up in brown paper on their way to Wellington for marking. Im worried about my results... My painting was pretty average, and my photography teacher said that my middle board was more impressive than my last - which is not a good thing in the slightest.

Now I was planning to have a loverly night at home with my darling Tib, he would be able to wait on me hand and foot! Nah, but it would have been a perfect ending to a stressful but incredibly relieving day.
But I told him have a night to his friends, I hog him too much.

Uhh mn I could do with a banana nesquik. A very large one-OH MY GOODNESS NO! I would absolutely love a milkshake from Tobys kitchen. That milkshake syrup is to die for, totally heavenly. And WITH a mulched up banana into it!
I want it... so badly right now.

Pirates and Ninjas?

Yeah, so on Friday its our last EVER school mufti day of my entire life!
Which sis totally insane to the membrane, obviously, but its a pirates and ninjas theme. Which is still totally awesome, but I don't have many pirate related clothing options in my room and If I were to go as a ninja I would feel pretty dark and gloomy.
I'm thinking that seeing as tomorrow is THURSDAY. I am going to bus home, then I'm going to bus, walk or blackmail my sister into taking me (I have good reason for it, ill explain in a tick) to Browns bay so that I can get a pirates hat and a toy sword or whatever.

My sister OWES me three dollars, because she stole it from my room without ever intending to tell me about it... Only, much to her dismay, I discovered her treachery and THREATENED that she would SUFFER if she didn't pay me back - with interest!
Nah, I'm not pushy enough for that. She keeps making totally lame excuses not to pay me back. That bitch. (kidding, if your reading this Sta).
I'm planning to claim my money back in lifts from her brilliant driving skills. I'm smart aye?
You'd have never guessed I was that smart. WELL I AM!!

So there.
But yeah, Tib suggested I be a fail ninja, and have bright colours instead of black.

Oscar

I walked down the driveway after school today, silently begging the clouds to hold off their down pour at LEAST until I'd made it inside, and I see that Oscar was patiently waiting for me on the front doormat. He was all curled up and he meowed at me.
Well. I like to think he was waiting for me, be he was probably just sitting there because it was the only dry patch on the drive, and he didn't want to get wet feet.

So I gave him a big cuddle and talked to him about things like the doormat and the weather and his little feet... Then I had to go around the house to get in and I said "You wait there Oscar or your feet will get wet!"

So I braved the wet grass and managed to get inside un-rained on and quite happy, I walked down stairs and opened the front door to find Oscar still patiently waiting there for me to let him in.

I like to think that he understood what I said to him, that he would get wet feet, and thats why he didn't follow me. But it's unlikely.
When he started his (unbelievably slow) decent through the door way, he stretched and then sharpened his claws on the doormat. Then I grabbed him and tried pulling him inside because he had disturbed and ants nest while he was sharpening! THERES AN ANTS NEST IN OUR DOORMAT!!! WTF?!
But no. Oscar wasn't having any of that. No way was HE getting pulled inside.
He struggled and shot straight back outside to sit on the doormat.

He first inspected the ants, and watched them panic. Then he sat on them.

lasagna

Alright, this post is faaar more than over due - not only because I haven't been writing that much recently, but really its because I haven't had lasagna in AGES. Its really about time that I got that tomatoey, pasta-ey, cheesy, mincy goodness all chewed up and in my stomach. Im making it myself, which is proving to be a little bit of a disaster... I mean, this IS only my second lasagna.

I started off by frying the mince (and carrots. Im using carrots cause Tibs dad uses carrots in HIS lasagna, and it was TO DIE FOR) in the pan on the stove right. Doesn't seem too hard. But I wasn't sure if I needed any oil... So I got some anyway, and that was all fine.... and then I put a little more in, just to be safe.
But it wasnt 'a little' more at all. It was a whole-freaking-lot more! It friggen gushed out of that bottle like it was a waterfall on acid! I mean WTF! Arent oil bottles supposed to have like, those limity kind of tops? so that catastrophes like this don't happen.

Anyway. So my lasagna is all put together and in the oven cooking away happily.
Oh wait. Now it's out of the oven. Dad just put my beautiful masterpiece in the bench...

Now I must go, and eat my slice of heaven, in a fish shaped plate.


I wrote all of this by touch typing- no looking at the screen! SWWEEEEEEEETTT

The sun is back - so is the sun burn!

My WONDEROUS first beach experience of 2010 ends in a loverly round patch of pink.
I was determined to get every patch of me covered in sun block, and I really did try. I put two layers on my face. And I thought I was successful, there wasn't any signs of damage. I was impressed. I then got home, and mum pointed out that I had infact missed a patch.
It's weird, because no matter which top I am wearing, the first sun burn I get each year seems to be where my neck line is on the top. Admittedly, this years first burn wasn't too bad, it was only a slight shade of pink. It was like.. marshmellow pink.
Not too bad.

Anyway, more important news is that at the beach, my friends and I discovered a jellyfish! the MOST ADORABLE jellyfish ever known to man kind. He was about 1cm square, and he had a bright red dot in him (like, his blood and guts and things).
Totally adorable. It looked like he had lace around the bottom, and every time he swam? upwards, he had a tiny cluster of tentacles that popped out from no where.



We called him Barry. (Barrel Bourbon No51). But his christian name was Squishy.
The reason he was awarded this name is cause thats the only bottle we could find to catch him in (it's okay, don't panic, we released him! It was just for closer inspection). We walked him all around the beach and showed him the human world - presuming jellyfish can see?
Actually thinking about it now, it didn't even occur to me that jellyfish don't have eyes. Damn..

STEAK FOR STICK PEOPLE

I know at least 10 dozen girls (and boys too) who complain about how fat they are and how they have so many rolls! Look at ALL THOSE ROLLS! Cheese and bacon topped rolls, even! They go on and on - even when shrillions of people are going "NAWW baayybe, ur totally skiiinny MWAA xXx" - and they insist that their friends are just blatantly lying. OfCOURSE my bestieee 4EVAAAAH is lying to meee. Im fat! Gosh! Look at the rolls!
They then scrabble at their skin trying to bunch it up so they can show you.

Then, you step back and look at this person. And you know FULL WELL that if they turned side ways they would disappear (Like that little robot on transformers 2). You then mentally warm up your pimp hand for the wakening slap of life, to knock their brains out of the stew it must obviously be rotting in.
Then you remember that you think your fat too. That everyone in the world thinks they're fat. And you think to yourself,
"Now, I may not be as stick thin as that bitch, but if Im going to start slapping skinny bitches I'll have worn my hand down to a stub by christmas"

And you put your pimp hand back in your pocket, take a deep breath, and you say to that person;

"Naw babe.. Your totally skinny."

I missed my thought train! Crap!

Oh dear! It seems I've missed my thought train today and have had to walk to wherever my thoughts are trying to go.
Thats unfortunate because I can't use that excuse tomorrow when school starts again.

My teacher would be like "why haven't you done any work?!",

I'd simply reply, "Well miss, my brain is absent today. It missed the train to school"
Surely she would understand, after all she does the role every day. She knows all about 'absent'. So long as I ensure her that my brain isn't playing truant, she might not even want a note from my brains parents to explain the absence.
Or. Maybe I'd simply reply with silence.

But who cares! There is only two days left of school and then I am right back onto holidays again! How wonderful.
I wouldn't have minded a few extra days - no, Its not that I enjoy the hideousness of getting up early in the morning. Its that, with my photography, I could really use the extra time to talk over how Im going to progress my work.

What do I want?

During schooltime, you wake up every morning saying UGH. I WANT A HOLIDAY.
But even exam week - one measly week off from school, and I realise that I DON'T want a holiday! I don't want a holiday at all!
I dont like holidays, because when I sit at home on my supposed 'relaxing' days, I just feel like a slob because I'm doing nothing. And its like, I don't really *want* to go out and do anything either... well, I never want to go out at the time. But when I go out I enjoy it.

So what DO I want?

I know I like what I have in my life, but without something to DO, life just doesn't really seem that great, because you get bored easily. When Im with other people - thats fine, cause I'm doing something. Even if I'm doing nothing with someone else, its more than doing nothing by myself.

which is why it's strange that I can't figure out what I want to do when I leave school, right? I mean, if i hate having no routine or something to do, surely I would be interested in ANYTHING so that I wont get stuck doing nothing.

I guess its not that easy right? but hey, nothing important is easy.

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DICK SUCKING.

I have a LIST of screaming-into-a-pillow annoying things that can SUCK MY DICK.

Number one; EXAMS CAN SUCK MY DICK.
And the sub examples of number one can ALSO SUCK MY DICK, these sub examples are;
-essay writing
-my thumb that hurts
-'skills' paper
-refill
-pronouns
-AND MOSTLY. Inverse tan.
INVERSE TAN CAN SUCK MY DICK FOR ALL OF ETERNITY AND IT CAN SUCK UNTIL IT NO LONGER HAS THE ABILITY TO SUCK BECAUSE ALL ITS SUCKING MUSCLES HAVE SUCKED THEMSELVES OUT OF EXISTENCE. It will then CONTINUE to suck my dick.

Number two; Moving house can suck my dick. And seeing as it is happening TWICE (again!) then it will suck twice and hard and twice as long.

I realise that this post is immature, but who cares? Exams are so grown up and SUCKY that immaturity is needed to even make life bearable, to make it worth waking up and not shooting yourself in the face with a rocket launcher filled with bee hives JUST to get a doctors note to get out of it.
If immaturity didn't exist, then the entire world would have mass riots of bee-sting faced students who burn the city to China and back in an incurable rage of studyitis. The consequences of such an occurrence is as severe as a meteor hitting the Earth an wiping out the human race.

This bee-sting faced, city burning student riot is infact what caused the extinction of the dinosaurs.

SO IF YOU DON'T MIND. I will have my large serving of immaturity, with a side of sanity and I will have this IN PEACE.

I find it almost impossible to write propper blog posts while my head is swimming with dredging 400000m3 inverse tan blow me about in winds roast me in sulfur product place price promotion inverse tan northern groyne to change the ebb tide southern to increase wave deposition marketing mix inverse tan 2cm a year formation 6500 years ago Aeolian transportation inverse tan inverse tan inverse tan!

Studying and exams are mushing my brain fluids around so that its almost impossible to form coherent thoughts that don't have inverse tan smashing through my concentration and shattering my fragile web of sanity.
All I can say to myself is 'at least I don't do maths'. My brain would be totally fried. Fried, scrambled and poached and then served on toast with bacon.
Science would have a similar effect - I didn't mind biology so much, but physics...
Ew.

Oh well. I SHOULD be studying.. I have geography (F'ing inverse tan!) and business studies exams tomorrow.

MUFFIN

I am inbetween a bad mood and a good mood.
Im not in no mood, or in a blank mood or in a peaceful mood.

Its like I'm teetering on the edge of 'ILL FXCKING KILL YOU ALL' and 'I wonder whats for dinner.."
One slight action or comment could swing me in either direction!

So give me your best, world! And I will thank you for it by... gardening. Or something. The world likes trees right? I like plants.. so. It makes sense.

Also, Muffin, I don't know how often you read these nonsenses but we could go for walks after school? cause Im having trouble with exercise motivationals too. It's kind of getting sunny now, so even though were both kinda short.. we shouldn't drown in mud at LB beach.
We can't really play tennis anymore due to that fact that neither of us CBF carrying tennis racquets to school (F that). So it kinda leaves walks, unless we think of some other sport? (hahahahhahahahahaha sport)
How about it?

Clocks are ruining my life

I had this whole mentally (and virtually bullet pointed) speech planned to convince my dad that I am indeed responsible and old enough to go and stay the night at my darling tibs house.
I was going to play on dads good side and sneak past his reasons for me not to go, counter attack anything bad he says with something good!
And so I had to do this speech before 7:30, you know, so that I could get a ride home with Tib after work. It was a good plan, and I was talking to dad. He was in a good mood. I looked at the clock, it was 10 to 6. I was just about to begin the presentation of my speech when I get a txt from Tib.
It said "Im going home now"

I then looked at my phone clock and it was 8pm.
Fxck. I then remembered that my kitchen clocks batteries had died about a week ago.
It was ALWAYS 10 to 6 in my kitchen.

So I missed my chance.
Fml.

Nightmares. Whats new?

My GOD I am so tired. I am ALWAYS tired, but not to this extent!
Argh. I know why Im so tired. Its because I had a stupid zombie dream last night. They were running zombies, and they enjoyed flesh as much as I enjoy lasagna. Luckily, it was like any 'good' zombie movie (if such a thing exists), and I seemed to have an unlimited supply of guns and ammo.

As per usual in my zombie dreams, there was crap loads of blood and guts flying all over the place - although, there was alot of blood-splatters-on-walls in this one, which hasn't occurred before. I doubt my dream book will have an explanation for what THAT means.

Wonder what I'll dream about tonight.

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So excited.

School yesterday, work today, father tomorrow?

Finally, sitting in bed - I feel only mili seconds away from slipping into my dreams. Or nightmares. More likely to be nightmares - they tend to make for more amusing stories to share the next day. At least, I presume thats why my brain decided that nightmares should be a more common occurrence than dreams?
Either way, its best to just go with the answer that wont resolve in an argument. This time, that means agreeing that my brain simulates nightmares for amusement.

Yes, avoiding any argument always ends up a good thing... It is an especially good thing if the argument being avoided is with ones own brain... The brain tends to win, and one and their brain tend to spend the remainder of their lives in a straight jacket, bouncing off the walls in their foam room.

The reason I am tired is because I worked for a measly 2 and a half hours longer than the usual 4 hours. So, 6 and half hours. Thats no longer that the time I'm at school, what gives work the right to be more tiresome, huh?
Learning and stressing is far more tiring than vacuuming, cleaning and writing quote letters. Admittedly... Vacuuming a Carpet Court show room does take a ridiculously long time...

Theres just... just......

just so much carpet....

On the walls.. the floors... the shelves.. the cupboards...
*shudders*

But never the less, I got a large amount of sleep last night, and anything regained by that excess sleep has been sucked into that stupid carpert fluff and sweet corn filled Vacuum bag (The sweet corn is an advertising scheme for the ever so famous ECO STRAND carpet. Its amazing stuff, really). If your out for some brilliant carpet, just ask me, I mean. I've vacuumed all of it, surely I can tell you which ones the comfiest to walk on.
I'd know because I vacuum in socks. Some people may think thats unprofessional, but I say; What's the point in working in a carpet store if you don't even use it?


Its fathers day tomorrow too. My horoscope said that I will have trouble with someones large ego tomorrow morning... Sorry dad, looks like you've got to have some failure for breakfast. That should get your ego back into perspective for the day. Dunno where you can buy it though, and in what form? Failure and hazelnut spread? sunnyside up failure? scrambled failure? I don't know.
Gosh, if horoscope writers can tell me that sort of thing and be RIGHT about it a day in advance, then Im going to have to kidnap one of these people.

I'll write a post tomorrow and let you know if I'll be buying some chloroform and rope. I'll be needing their addresses too...
Hmm..

My sickness is cooling down, but so what?

Alright, so now I'm basically a runny nose and a few good coughing fits a day. This cold may have wrapped up quick, but apparently all problems don't wrap themselves up like Mc'D's burgers.

Still haven't found my solution to "what will you be when you leave school" ... I thought I had a good one, I thought 'hey I can just take a photoshop or indesign course until I officially decide what to do', I mean, thats both interesting to me and helpful to most future jobs that I would find interesting. Win win, right?
Wrong. Apparently those courses are uber-doober expensive and can take friggen ages. Dad was telling me about how a course for indesign can take up t 4 years to get a degree.. could cost up to a good 20K.
F. M. L. Back to square ONE! Or square negative one. Or maybe, I'm just up to 'circle', so I'm running round and round being all like "I'm sure I saw a door around here somewhere!"

I'll have a quick pointless chat to the careers lady about those courses anyway, to see if theres anything worth it in there. Cause lets face it, no matter how useful the information is that she tells me, Im not going to be able to choose till I decide what I Iike doing.

OH! AND MORE GREAT NEWS GUYS!!!!!! Dad and mum are both moving house (A-friggin-GAIN) next yearish, right? Well both are planning to at the beginning of next year. So whats that make it? 8 times in 5 years?
WhhooooooooooooooHHOOOOOOO! THEY'RE GOING FOR THE GUINNESS WORLD RECORDS! DON'T STOP NOW GUYS! ALMOST THERE!!!
Yeah. Right.

Im super behind in painting too, by like, a whole board - I thought I was up to date in photography but yeah, Im not really, Im too slack at actually TAKING the pictures. Geo.. yeah sure, up to date there, thats okay :)
English... Othello essays? no.

Lifes not really THAT bad. Im just in a really exaggerated mood.

If I were to suggest running away to a secret world and staying there forever and ever eating lollies and drinking tea in our own marshmallow houses... Who would be with me?

SNOT

SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT DNOTgjrdfklnxfh;mwp 'SSSNNNNNOOOOOT its RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE.

Ive sneezed atleast 20 billion times today, no exaggeration at all. It's that refuckingdiculous that I can sneeze that much. And the snot! UGH. I HATE SNOT.
Like, a hour ago I was talking to toby and I sneezed - just managed to put my hand infront of my face intime - and snot went all over my hand. It was sick - like me. I can't believe that my nose can even generate that amount of snot.
If you imagine how much snot is made each year by people with colds.. THATS sick. Imagining that makes my snot level seem quite small... thank you world snot for making me feel better about my personal snot issues.
Snot.

I think, I like to say 'snot' now, which is unfortunate because its such a gross word. Its like bag.

Anyway, I was thinking earlier,
"I should make a facebook page of myself, and see how many people join" Cause I think majority of my readers see my posts up on facebook. Then it could be like "Geoffery Jeffereson Likes Orangejar", Then I realised that in order for me to do that I'd have to be totally up myself...

HEY! IM A JAR FULL OF SNOT! NOT ORANGES!! HAHahahahahashdajglkn Oh dear I hate colds...
I can't believe I've talked about snot so much, I mean, I like can't stop. I keep bringing it up. Look, Im doing it right now. I cant control myself. SNOT

I hope not many people read this. This post is SICK.
And not in the australian sense, its not "Siiiiiiiiiiiick!" like a loud crack of thunder or marshmallow and cocoa nut ice flavoured ice cream (it exists, I've tried it).

Okay. Im stopping.
Done.

Bye.

Im such a jinxed dick....

Me joking about being sick again... what like, two days ago?
OH WELL WOULD YOU GUESS WHATS HAPPENED?!!!!
I'm sick.

Im sick.

Ha no I'm kidding. Im not sick!
I bet you believed me though! I mean, how often to I talk about me being sick on here? Friggin heaps!

But yeah, no, apparently I'm immune to the 'hip new and exciting' cold of the term. Finally, for once in my life, I miss out on the disgusting sickness thats been taking so many people down... Its weird to think I'm healthy.

Oh well. I had a pretty decent weekend - I got back from geo trip on Friday evening, I will eventually type up my geo trip informing post, but I left it at mums on accident.
So, Friday, mum picks me up and we go to get my wonderful Tib from the mall. I see him as were parking, and he's holding a bunch of yellow flowers (my absolute favorite, as he knows), they smelt amazing...
I gave mum her little sheep toy that I bought her from the agrodome - its totally adorable. I saw it and literally had one of those "NNNNNNYYYYAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!" moments, one of the cutest soft toys out, seriously.

The three of us got home, and Tib and I held hands the whole time, not letting go!
... SO we got home, and I dropped on my bed, exhausted. Mum and Mart were too lazy to make dinner so Tib and I made "add milk butter and water" pasta for ourselves... It was so relaxing to be home again.
I ended up spending the entire weekend with tib, and I made my first lasagna ever last night - it was actually really good, so kudos for me. Muffin and her stud, Bazil and hers and my Tib stayed over and we watched movies... Ended up falling asleep pretty quick.

I.. am so tired. You have no idea. My mind is like jumping flaming hula hoops right now while juggling flaming batons and breathing breaths of flames. Its difficult for me to form coherent thought.

Child of divorcee's

I was looking in my fridge today at dads house, not hungry, just bored. I spied a container of custard that was just DARING me to eat some.
So I found myself a really long handled teaspoon and began stealing mouthfuls of its creamy yellow goodness. As I enjoyed this treat, I started to think about my fridge.
I must have been standing there with the door open for at least a good 40 seconds by that point and it made me think back, back to when my parents were still together...
Back to when we had a very special fridge that beeped when the door was left open for too long.
And then it suddenly occurred to me. Where was that fridge?

Was I standing in front of it right then, while I ate custard? Surely it would have beeped by now?
Or is the fridge at mums house? Or was that fridge white... the beeping fridge was silver.... hang on, the fridge at mums IS silver... but, I've never heard it beep?

Maybe the beeping fridge was left behind? I think it must have been. Thats the most logical answer. Most houses come with their own fridge when you buy them, just like dishwashers and ovens...
Don't they? The fridges are usually left behind, right?

Maybe its a good thing the beeping fridge is gone. It is better now that my parents have new partners, they are happier that way. Perhaps its better that my fridge has a new owner... perhaps its happier that way too...

4 year old pet rabbit.

When I was younger my sister and I had a pet rabbit and guinea pig. Mine was the guinea pig - called porky, and hers was the rabbit - called comet. Ironically, Porky was orange.
We loved them dearly and played with them many times (in our barbie horse floats, those poor poor animals). But as we started growing up and finding other things to take up our precious time (like more barbies and polly dolls), Porky and Comet weren't played with as much as they were when they first entered our lives...

I realise that this is whats been happening with my blog. I love to type posts, its a great way to vent and fell better! But stress, school work, and forgetfulness has made me type less and less over the past month or two...
So I regret to inform you, I will no longer be writing on my blog.


hahahaha kidding. I'll try my best to typity type just as much as I used to - if not more. I've had a bunch of things to think about - it's stupid, really, that a group of thoughts is considered a 'bunch' when so are flowers, even though they are nothing alike whatsoever! And trust me, I'd much prefer a bunch of flowers to these mind numbing and brain frying contemplations.

I have still not grown any closer to figuring out what I'm going to do when I leave school... Its looking more and more like a gap year, which I know would not be good. I have very little motivation for a gap year, and the extra thinking time could be my undoing. I vaguely considered Media Design school - but no. There was practically no interest in studying the arts at Auckland. ALthough special effects make up would be wonderful - theres hardly much of an industry in piddly little NZ... Then I got shot down at the thought of hair dressing... 'How stupid', people thought, 'what a disapointment', people said. I wold enjoy being a hair dresser, but it would prove for a hard life that wouldn't get me anywhere but covered in hair all the time.
Over the past .. I don't know... Week? I've considered studying psychology. Tib wants to also - but don't think thats the only reason I'd want to! It would be very interesting to figure out the ways in which people work, and, I mean... I've certainly had my fair share of traumatic experiences. It could be interesting.... But I don't know. I'll book a careers meeting.

My mouth tastes like tea - you know, that weird aftertaste. Hmm. Hahahahahahhahaha today when I poured the water into my tea, I stirred it. And what should float up to the surface? A dead ant! Wether it was dead before the boiling water in or not, I will never know, but it wasn't very lively looking!

Mood tire swing

Alright, so about 3 minutes ago now I was all pumped, I HAD TO DO SOMETHING CREATIVE!!!! I know! Lets make a new blog background! All these brilliant pictures were flashing in my head like do this do this do this do this!!!!! I was so excited!!
So I go to make one. All the pictures go away any I'm just sitting there, totally blank.
This has happened to me all the time recently - not only with the background. With painting, photography, home.. business studies... and other more annoyingly important areas of my life.

My imaginations just lacking a bit. Alot... Completely. I mean, what's a girl to do? Here's this person who's been painting drawing an sculpting out of ANYTHING and EVERYTHING for her whole life, and now she just... can't.
It's stressing me out hardcore, I mean, what do I do when I finish school if I've lost my creative ability?
I'm just pretty darn fxcked aren't I? But yeah, thats something else totally bugging my brain to death.
Its beyond bugging, its like, leeching my brain. ... for some reason, A leech was a bug in my head. Its a fish.
Is it a fish? It might actually be a bug...
Speaking of bugs, we have these random white things that live on our drive way. I reckon their mites.

I hate school. So much. Every subject is just... so stressful. Even like, photography (as I mentioned, my lack of creativity causes problems here). Im going to need to speak to my teachers about all this stuff because I reckon I'll get behind if I don't.

Most other areas of life seem good. I think dad must be stressed or something, cause he gets grumpy pretty easily. Mums work was really bad for a while, and she was crying and stressing so much - but things are starting to work out a little better and shes actually enjoying herself and the ruby frank drink she has EVERY SATURDAY LUNCH TIME!!!!
My sister seems to be getting sick again, her immune system must be having a bad two months. Either that or her immune system and mine are becoming friends...

*sigh* I knew tonight would suck. I hate alone nights. Tobys at work.

WAR!

I've been thinking about war. The logicality of war.
I get the whole 'WE FIGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY, FAMILY AND CHILDREN!' thing.
Really, I get it. Fighting to protect and for self defense is understandable. I also understand the occasional punch in the face or scrap at school - sometimes people really deserve it.

But war? .... Really?
Doesn't 'negotiation' seem like an easier and less gore filled way to solve a problem?
It is understandably hard to be a world leader... If you negotiate with your enemy country to lend them money to help develop their countries, then taxes will rise within your own country, citizens will become angry they have to "suffer" for these OTHER people.
These citizens find the only thing they feel and see is unfairness at higher taxes. HOW COULD OUR OWN GOVERNMENT DO THIS TO US!! THOSE BASTARDS!
Mr. President will start to be threatened, plotted against and suffer attempt assassinations.
Then the text bullying starts.

Beep-Beep.

Mr. President fearfully picks up his cellphone, tears rolling down his cheeks. He takes a small intake of air and braces himself for the pain.
He opens it. Click.

"u suck."

He can't take it anymore! His arms fly up in the air and he gives in. WAR!
WAR WAR WAR!!!!
The nuclear bombs are rocket off at random, all men and women are geared up with machine guns and flame throwers - No sexism in MY country! Mr, President murmurs to himself. No. No! The women are equals now! They may have breasts... But stilettos don't fly on the battlefields... He giggles darkly, How do you like your tax increases now?
More insane giggles.

All hell breaks loose when he decides the war-zone will be in the Whitehouse.
Oh no, he says, I'm no sit-back-in-my-warm-office-and-watch kind of president! The heaters are OFF! Let there be AIR CONDITIONING!

Moments later, the troops arrive.
All are riding lions, Mr. President felt them to be more effective than horses.
Mr. President strides out into the main hall to announce the beginning. He places his boom box on the ground.
WE BEGIN AT 0! He shouts.

5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0.
He presses play. The world ends.

Custard accident...

I got to my dads house last week wednesday, and noticed there was custard in the fridge - much to my AMAZING delight! I looked around me and saw chocolate buttons and raspberries and I KNEW... My dad had made desert pizza that week...
Unfortunately I didn't have time to help myself to that wonderous goodness they call custard, so I left it.

Today! I walk into the house and THE CUSTARD IS STILL THERE!!!!!
HORRAY! I grabbed the carton and popped it open, then quickly tipped it up to get a blob on my hand.. although, I didn't know that this particular custard was runny and Im used to thick custard. So this liquid poured all over my hand and dripped everywhere and made a huge mess - it got on the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the fridge, Oscar...
No, it just went on my hand. But it was still surprising! I poured most of it back and then licked my hand clean.

To be honest, I totally prefer thick custard.
Tib, when he came over during the holidays for our once a week sleep over, brought me a gift... He brought me a carton of thick custard! Oh he's such a perfect person! What a gift!! How could anyone want anything more than to share the delights of custard with the person they love?

But my Tib is still sick.

It rained on me today, while I waited for my bus which was incredibly late. The bus driver felt so bad that he let ALL the students ride on the bus free! Can you believe it? What a nice guy. And he'd had the heating on in the bus too so all us half frozen pupils were toasty and warm.

And Im out of peanut butter... At both mums and dads house.

Sickness - but not mine!

Usually, my readers will pop onto this site for a quick read of a few latest posts and they will discover that I write about my sickness practically once every three weeks. I am sick a HELL of allot, as most people know and often complain about due to my not going out or missing time at school and stuff. My dad complains about me getting sick too, but this time I'm not sick!

It's even WORSE than sick! Tib is sick! He has the flu, it was so bad! Fully, like shaking and fever, feeling sick and tummy cramps and everything... I did my best to look after him. I got up and made him soup at 3:30 in the morning, and I sat and fed him water every 10 minutes or so, gave him paracetamol and things... It was truly terrible watching him in such a bad state :( I insisted on him being with me for as long as he could so I could look after him...
It was really scary too! I left him to sleep for a few hours, and went to bed myself at about 9:30, I tried not to wake him but I did on accident. he rolled over and looked at me then said something gibberish then said for me to tell his brother that... So I asked him what he meant, then he repeated himself, then said something else unintelligible...
I thought he had gone all brain funny because he was so sick!!

He was okay though. Turns out he was still alsleep. Phew.
He's getting better now, not going to be at school tomorrow and Im going to miss him because I'm going to dads tomorrow night and I can't spend tonight with him :( I don't get to see him as much when I'm at dads house...

I miss him. I love him.

Um. My day. Well I actually fell asleep this afternoon after reading a book, and woke up feeling really sick because my room had heated up while I was asleep :( But I had roast chicken for dinner so that made up for EVERYTHING! There was stuffing too! Yum.

This post was kind of entirely to get all that worry about Tib off my chest so that I can sleep tonight.

Hope everybody reading this had a wonderful day tomorrow, and has an amazing sleep tonight!

Not complaining anymore.

I have lost the will to complain now, even though it's only several hours later.
I'm sitting drinking tea, I'm silent, my music is not loud nor quiet. Wolverine is playing in the background, quite quietly. I am at the dining room table, the end of it. There is headphones to my left and my mums handbag to my right. There is a bottle of baby oil behind the laptop I am sitting at.

That was a brief description of my surroundings so that you will be able to imagine something, anything, while reading this post. My imagination has gone to bed and I am blank. There is school tomorrow, and it is 7 minutes past 11. This means that I will not get 8 hours sleep tonight unless I sleep in until 8 (I am allowing a 53 minute period for me to go to bed, brush my teeth and try to sleep). This would mean I have to go to bed now.
This will not happen because I have not finished my tea and to be honest, I really don't think there is much of a chance I could get to sleep if I tried..
Unfortunately for me, being a student at college, sleep is in high demand with me and its needed if I want any hope in waking up on time tomorrow. I have a feeling there is something I am supposed to be thinking about. Something I should be figuring out... or something. But I am so blank that I can't figure out what it is...
I guess this means I should be heading to bed.....

Okay.
Bed time.
Goodnight.

COMPLAINTS

I have alot to complain about!
Has anyone ever had something they REALLY want to do, but no matter how much they try it just doesn't work out every time?
Like maybe your baking muffins that never rise, or your trying to talk to a girl but chicken out?
And each time you prep yourself up for talking to this girl, your all mentally psyched out for it. You strut up to her, your best stud face on. You open your mouth to make a smooth pick up line, maybe compliment her hair or ass... then you clam up and your mind blank. QUICK! Rescue plan! What do you do??
"Uhh.. excuse me, do you have the time?"
Then you run out of there with your tail so far between your legs that your wearing it as a scarf.

Or your muffins.
You've tried every recipe under the sun, you've asked others how they make their muffins - whats their secrets?!
You put all your best muffin making skills and knowledge together for the creation of the mixture. You heat the oven to the PERFECT temperature. You put the tray in, and you plant yourself in-front of the oven to watch them rise up and be all they can be.... You sit there for 25 minutes and they are still just as much of a pancake as they were when you popped them in there.
Another failed attempt.
ANOTHER emotional blow that makes you want to scream and yell! WHY CAN EVERYONE ELSE DO THIS?!


I have one of those problems, and its driving me all over the house - not only up the walls.

Oh yeah..

And mum and I hit a duck while we were driving today... I wanted to stop and check if it was okay, but it was dark and there was nowhere to stop. Poor duck.

Bedroom impressions

I've always tried to present myself through my bedroom. I mean, its the only place I can safely say "thats my room!", as in, it's MINE. Even your parents say "go to 'your' room!", but they don't often say "this is your house", "Can you do your dishes.... in your sink".
You know?

I've always wanted my room to be colour colour colour! Flowers and photos, paintings covering the walls, pillows all over my bed, vics pots all over the shelves with the Goku figurine and the car headlight called Buddy.
I take pride in my bedroom(s) knowing that when someone walks inside, they can look around and be like "Yup. This ones definitely hers" or "Yup... This girls definitely... Well. Different".

I typed out a whole bunch of things on here and then deleted it. It would be nice to think that I can just ramble away anything that pops into my head in this wonderland of nonsense that is my blog... But unfortunately, even heavens like this have their limits. However, I do type out practically every thought that deserves mentioning.. I mean, come on. Seriously, with some of the things I write about its impressive I can manage a paragraph about it, let alone a whole post.
But I have to consider some of my readers feelings when I'm typity typing out my train... It tends to be the more indepth tracks like divorce and things that I try to avoid. That and bitching about parental arguments lol, I know theres several family members who've gained a bone or two to pick from reading my blog posts.

My cold has left me to sit and 'recover'. You know, all that lying in bed drinking tea and relaxing crap that doctors and mothers feed you to cure colds, its not that great. You sit there, and all there is to do is think and sleep...
And theres only so much sleep you can do in a day!
Im sick of being sick, and its doing my head in - not only because of this STUPID wanker of a headache.
I was trying to alleviate some of those thoughts in my blog... But for once, it doesn't seems to have helped me that much.
Much to my disappointment.

So I will sit here and wipe my nose every 5 minutes, stewing over my thoughts... Unless! I could read a book!
It has a large chance of worsening my already irrationally furious headache but WHO CARES!
Thoughts? or thoughtless with a throbbing teeth grindingly verging-on-a-migraine headache?

Obvious choice, I think so!
Here I come Harry Potter!!!

I don't want to admit it.. but, I'm sick. Again.

The wondrous life that I live, has decided that it's about time for me to get sick again.
Being healthy for 3 weeks is a decade to my pathetic immune system, which apparently doesn't understand the term 'give it a break'. A good three weeks that it was though, assessments and lovely decision making lessons thrown left right and centre at school. Homework wasn't only coming out of my ears, it has set up a residence in my nostrils and tummy button too.
Then the breath of fresh air that is the school holidays arrived. And not a moment too soon!

The school ball promised for a good holiday this time, did it not?
And oh it was wonderful! Pre-ball was at my house and I did like 6 peoples make up, I should go pro. I was brilliant. Everybody looked amazing at the ball, honestly. It was like we were actually fancy people. Nobody looked like they didn't suit a suit or dress (haha, pun).

So the plan, get WASTED after the ball right? stay up all night and have the time of your life?
YEAH man did I have the BEST post ball experience ever! Got home with tib, walked inside, looked at the alcohol on the bench waiting for us. It was all colourful and exciting looking, it screamed 'GOOD TIME!'..
Then we went to bed and slept like logs (if logs do actually sleep well. I've never really understood that saying. Logs go in the fireplace, how could that be a pleasant sleep?).

Okay, so I spent the entire week with my Tib. Literally day in day out until friday, because we both woke up with colds Friday morning :( So he went home that night... Then Saturday morning I went over there and made him lemon and honey tea :) Speaking of tea... I've had two cups of tea today. Actually, both were within the last hour. What the fxck right? Since when was I born in England?
I'm pretty horrified, because I want another cup of tea right now. I could drink tea all night long and I would still enjoy it when I get up tomorrow morning to have a cup of tea at breakfast.
I think, I need to go have a nice watties sauce bath. I could eat some pavlova and listen to Dave Dobbyn while I'm soaking up the kiwi goodness of clean green air. Maybe even watch some footrot flats at the same time and ponder over the allblacks recent games....

In other news, Mum said "You look like you've lost weight...", she then sat me down and said "Why are you loosing weight?!", all accusing and what not. Like I was doing it just to spite her... I mean, today alone I've eaten two cupcakes, a custard danish, soup, toast, butter chicken and 4 pieces of french bread. What else does she want?! Should I chuck in a cake and a few tubs of butter just for good measure?

I 'should' be in bed, because of my FXCKING SICKNESS THATS RUINING MY DAY!!!!!!! or should I say DAYS! BECAUSE ITS NOT GETTING ANY BETTER SINCE FRIDAY! I've already had a 3 hour catnap today, and look what good its done me. NONE.

On the upside though, I think I'm chillaxing with muffin, Tuesday night. We're going to do some baking.. coconut cake... Not like, islander cake. But if they claimed this as their cake MAN would I eat it all the time.
Hahaha it's ironic right? Muffins baking a cake. Haha

Oh well,
Orangejar out.

Photography homework and excitement!

So.. My spare time after school this week has been spent doing photography homework.
Yes.. Taking photos, but also carving faces into vegetables. To take photos of them.
Yeah, I carved a lemon, a lime, an orange, a pumpkin and two apples - one red, one green. Its very time consuming and it toys with your conscience because you feel bad...
The lemon and limes were the worst. You carve their eyes, and then when your starting on their mouths all this juice comes out of their poor little eyes and it looks like they're crying!
But in the end I hacked them all up and chucked them in a fry pan. Mmm... The pumpkin was going mouldy too... extra flavour..
Nah, I didn't eat them. But it was tempting.

Oh yeah! I was tidying my room on Monday right, and I looked under my bed and there was this little metal lunch box that my friend gave me for my birthday.
I checked inside, and there was all the 'need to have' things. Like; plasters, panadol, day&night tablets, lemsip, safety pins, rubber bands, tuna, a spoon, an empty m&m's container.... And two lines from a King size block of chocolate.
Now don't get me wrong, I was pleasantly surprised to discover secret stashes of chocolate.
I put a piece in my mouth and was chewing on it when I started wondering when I put it there...
I then realised that it's been there since christmas day - and it is now 6 months and 6 days later. I would have felt sick if I didn't find it so funny!
But yeah, I didn't eat anymore. I put it back lol. So it's sitting in there for another six months and 6 days, when I will probably be putting MORE christmas chocolate in there to join it. I should leave it 30 years then sell it!
Probably wouldn't be worth anything. should keep it till I have children, then trick them into eating it.

Ha the ball is now in like.. 4 days. And Im still excited, we got our ball tickets today - It was kinda a let down. They look cool from a distance, but the picture they used it all pixelated because its such CRAP quality! But still, it was exciting.

Um, Ba (www.denisneedshair.blogspot.com) dyed her hair bright red today, Im so excited to see it, if I'm honest. I'm dying Tibs hair blue the day after the ball.... and mine too, of-course :P

G2g blogreaderillians, Im going to go watch gold member with my dad lol.
Goodnight!

BATH BATH BATH BATH BALL BOMB

This will be epic fast typed blog post of the century - hope there isnt toooo many typos...
anyways, Im running a bath RIGHT AS WE SPEAK and IM so excited because I havent had abath in like mONETHS AND MONTHS!!!!!!
And I have a bath bomb! Its pink and it fizzes when I put it in the water, I don't know if it smells nice.. but it fizzes, so thats brillant anyway

School ends in like, 3 days YEEEEHAW and everyones crumpling under stress, which isnt yehaw.. But, its over soon thank GOD. And then the ball is on Monday! In like... 6 days! More like 5, cause its tuesday which is almost over
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im going to bath.
BYE!

Thoughts, not ramblings.

Been talking to people about things that are hard to understand and hard to figure out.
I can't say I'm particularly wise, or that I can give you the answer to all of lifes questions and make everything better. I would be hypocrite of the year if I claimed I could do that!

All I can do is offer the things I wish I could live by, and the things I feel would make life alot easier if people could just bring themselves to do it. Its easy saying "don't sweat the small stuff", but in reality, when you spill milk, in the morning when your late for school and look like your the reasons the ugly trees ugly... you really do feel like crying about it, despite that you shouldn't cry over spilt milk.
The sayings about life that you tell people to feel better always sound easy, sillily easy even. But they are actually the hardest things to apply to yourself.. "Live like there's no tomorrow", sure, but if you did that you'd have to suffer alot of consequences when all those tomorrows that supposedly weren't coming caught up with you. Or how about "the best way to get over someone is by getting under someone else!", yeah, but then theres another person your going to have to get over..... Okay, that one isn't used as often, not seriously anyway. But you get my point.

Im just saying that the things which make life good are the hardest to get to.
When everything seems bad, its easy to wallow in the sad things. Its difficult to smile and know that tomorrow will be a new day. But which one will you benefit from?

Life is about enjoying the brief periods between bad things, making the most of what you can, laughing off whats possible and not worrying about what you can't change..
Sometimes everything feels bad and even the good things make you cry... But those times don't last, if your willing to let yourself be happy.

"Sometimes life, feels just like rain, cause you never know, when it's gonna fall down on you"
Wish you well,
Thousand foot crutch

FXCKING SICK AGAIN

Im still fucking sick for christ fucking sake!
It hurts and I DONT know how to make it just leave me alone and Im sick of taking stupid pain killers!!!

My mum is watching this new vampire program on tv with my sister lol. There was this attacking scene, and there was this woman screaming, so mum imitated her and screamed as well... just for the lols. Then she went on a ramble about the retard fishw e have in our fish tank
Hahaha last night, I was at tibs house in bed, and I get this txt form my mum at like 10:30pm saying "How do fish do it?", I was like... I dont know.... cause fish lay eggs right? But do fish still have sex? Or do they just like free their spermies into the ocean and hope to knock up some random fish swimming past?
Or is it like humans? When the teenage boy fish are scared to masturbate because they don't want the responsibility or bringing up a whole batch of babies at just the young age of 17days old. They're scales have hardly matured, let alone their slime been thick enough, how can they raise children?

Do fish compare scales like boys compare penises.... DO boys compare penises?!

This post, has partially succeeded in making me ignore my STUPID back pain for about 5 minutes, unfortunately I give up and Im going to go get some pain killers from the kitchen so I can pretend I am no longer sick.

The past week

I have suffered a pretty gay sickness for the past week, and It's finally got me down, so here I am. At home. Writing on my blog- as I do every time I'm sick.
And no... the sickness isn't life, although thats pretty darn sick and twisted too.
But I'll be up and well again in a good 3 days time (apparently) so I'll be at school tomorrow, seeing as I'll be one third better already by the end of today. I Don't feel better! Still hurts!

Oh well. I have a smidgen of a complaint to make about life, I mean, who doesn't. How can you NOT complain every so often (like, every blog post lol). But yes, life, it's still out to get you... to get me.... TO GET US ALL!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH
But theres been some brilliant things that life hasn't managed to ruin just yet (or ever, thank you very much Life. You can keep your sticky little ruining fingers to yourself).
One of those marvelous and amazing parts of life is Tibble... the guy who's 'held the key to my heart' for 6 months now, and as far as I'm concerned can keep it for as long as he wants! You know, the metaphor of having the key to someones heart is actually pretty stupid. If someone were to shove a key into my heart I would surely die...
Alright, Tib holds the key to my mind then, and he has the ownership papers of my heart. That way he can unlock my thoughts but not have to damage my brain or stab my heart with a key. I should really get those ownership papers laminated... you know, incase something gets spilt on them and all the letters blur.

It was our six months on Saturday, which is a maaassive achievement for me. I mean, its great to know that relationship failure doesn't totally run in the family (haha sorry mum and dad, but divorce is easier to make fun of than be sad about).
We went and saw the A Team - Oh my goodness it was hilarious, definitely one of my favourites.. along with how to train your dragon and various other films. We sat watching the trailers to all the up and coming movies going "I WANT TO SEE THAT ONE!"...
We probably have about 12 movies we are going to see in the near distant future, man are we going to be broke or what?
It was an almost perfect day. . . But in reference to my yesterday post, one 'small' downfall interrupted our perfect world.
I CALL THAT LIFE!
Thats my complaint for the day done, Im just informing life that I did NOT appreciate it's rude interruption of my weekend! And to think, it turned up without an invitation too. Disgusting. I'd like to think that life had learnt some manners by now, but I guess it just needs to b hosed down again... *sigh*, and the waters getting so cold now. I'd feel sorry for it, but its such a bastard that I really don't care.

Believing

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so" - Hamlet..
Yeah, he got that fucking right. Crazy though he might be, he got that one right.

Im stuck with a real problem. Belief.
For example;
Im told to believe that what goes around comes around, but how do I know that? Why should I believe it?
That saying isn't the one I'm having trouble believing, but hey it gets my point across.
How do you just 'believe' that something will happen?
Because telling yourself that it will, doesn't mean you believe it will.

I can say "that is an apple", in reference to a banana. And I can say it over and over again, but I wont BELIEVE it is an apple. I will still feel like its a banana.
Even if i tell myself so much that i really feel like it is an apple, what if sub-consciously I still believe its a banana? Then what? How do I change it to be an apple? I can pretend its an apple as much as I want. I can paint it to look like an apple, or cut it into an apple shape... or both. But that still wouldn't make it an apple to me. I can tell everyone else its an apple, and they will think its an apple... If i tell them that I think its a banana, they say "you need to believe its an apple".
Then what happens if its actually a pear. Am I just fucked then? Or what?

If I cant even believe in simple sayings or thoughts, then I'm never going to make it to Christianity lol.

My day.

My day has been up down, side to side and in and out. I have been happy, sad, confused, delighted, frustrated, angry and in pain. I have two minutes to write a post because I'm going to bed, like - now.
I'm now frustrated and confused.
Every ones knows that hate is a strong word.. but sometimes 'strongly dislike' just doesn't cover how you feel towards certain things.

:/

Lifes purpose

I realised something thats very serious about life's purpose.
What happens if you suddenly discover the meaning to life, after hundreds - no, THOUSANDS - of years that man has searched, you figure out the meaning to all life, the reason we are alive and what we are meant to do with our lives....
What if you figure it out... and you don't like it?

I mean, what a soul destroying piece of information that would be, and then you get to the dilemma of wether or not you tell anyone. Do you destroy everyone else's souls too, cause millions of suicides and a new severity of depression just so that you can enlighten the world and answer the most searched for question?
Or do you keep it to yourself, try to shrug it off?
Or, do you try to change it and say to yourself "Life is what you make it!"

The reason that I was thinking this, is because I was carving a face into an apple to make it look like it's vomiting (photography for school, not just for fun... although it was fun...) and When I finished I went upstairs to put the apple shavings into the kitchen. I glanced to my right, and saw a cheese grater.
Thats when it occurred to me, his life's purpose is spent grating cheese into strips... Not only would that be boring, but for it to slice another inanimate object, it would be like people slicing people. Imagine living with the knowledge that your life's purpose is to cause others pain.

And yet, despite having been dealt such a horrible life to experience, he was smiling at me.
If the cheese grater can smile at me, then I can smile back, and surely can deal with my life too.

Think before you talk, describes my day well.

Today, Tib and I woke up ridiculously early in my standards (Like, 6:45am!), and then got to school at 7:40am!
Which is once again, ridiculously early in my standards. The day started off good, after suffering a pretty rocky night last night. It was cold, but okay.

It was a little weird and I wasn't exactly enjoying my morning..
It got to about midday and my day burst into tears and concluded that this was it, all the rest of its daily life would be just as miserable as my day felt today.
My day then dragged Tibs day down with it, and it took a few happiness notches out of various friends days. Luckily, my best friends didn't come into close contact with my days infectious sadness disease...

My day and Tibs day spoke to each other when school finished briefly and they helped each other feel a little bit better.. My day is struggling to keep in a good mood now, seeing as other peoples days insist on pointing things out that my day REALLY just doesn't want to talk about.

Don't you hate it when theres something you know you have to do, but it just never happens? Because your busy, other things are of higher priority, you haven't had enough time to think about it or other reasons. And then people keep bringing it up? Other and over. Why haven't you done this? When are you going to do it, because some time this year would be good.

Well. I know this posts been pretty complainer-like. And thats all I want to do right now, complain, sleep and eat. I'm sick to death of dealing with all lifes stupid problems that get rammed up your nose every 5 minutes.

There is so many things that I DONT know the answer to, and they are all just doing my head in.
When people spoke to me today, I was blunt and rude -

G2g!!

My day

Well, the business studies trip wasn't as bad as I'd thought, which is wonderful. I got a free mini bar of whitakers chocolate- YUMMMMMMMMM.. I ate it while I was learning about finances. They had who's whole seminar dedicated to finance, this guest speaker from asb and a beastly power point and stuff. It was all just crap I'd already learnt in class -.-
What a waste of time! But atleast there was chocolate to make it a smidge better

But onto my day tooday, I woke up after a particularly weird dream and realised I was still dead tired, so I slept in another 10 minutes. I only ended up getting up because I knew mum was coming to get me for work soon :(
Dad made my day a little bit better by making me eggs on toast for breakfast! YEAH!

It was pretty good, but the break/toast it was on was so small lol. It was like a half piece of toast.. only it was a square not a rectangle. Either way. It was nice.

Uhh I then got taken to work, It was very cold as SOON as I walked in, and mum made me light the fire.
I then got stuck straight into my vacuuming. It just didn't seem to end, its... its such a big place... filled with carpet... and theres corn everywhere (thanks to the area manager). It got about half way through and the vacuum cleaner was getting full so I opened it to change the bag - turns out the last person to put a bag in didn't do it right and it popped off. So all the carpet fur, staples and pieces of corn were in a lovely soup of a mess inside the vacuum cleaner...
After that was sorted out, I continued my vacuuming. I finished at 11:35. So that was a 2 hours of solid vacuuming! I was so tired! and my nose was running, and my headache was starting to wake up... My colds such a dick.

Yeah, well. I then proceeded to clean the entire place with spray and wipe. Then I put away carpet samples. Then I went through files and I sorted the 2009 from the 2010. Then I wrote out reminder letters to everyone who's had a carpet quote in 2010... thats alot of people..... Written from A -B

G2g!!!! Dads dinner people are here!

Crappy immune system says hello.

Im sick. My cold which began Sunday morning has decided to over stay its welcome and is now still abusing my doormat of an immune system today on Thursday night.

I have a WONDERFUL business studies school trip which I am blessing myself with tomorrow during school! I get back from it at 5th period so that I can also learn in my most FAVOURITE subjects english and geography! I will then skip and dance all the way home after school and sit down for some thoroughly enjoyed art homework - which will then consume my entire three day weekend....

After going through that heavenly experience, I will realise my soul has been sucked out of existence and DIE.
I DONT WANT TO GO DO ALL THAT CRAP WITH A COLD.

I got home today and spent 20 minutes on facebook (I was also eating toast, which because of Murphy's law, I dropped - peanut butter side down - onto my school skirt. Yay). Then from 4:30 onwards, I went to bed and slept. I only got up 20 minutes ago, so that was a nice 4 hours and 40 minutes sleep. Muchly needed.
I woke up for 5 minutes at 6 and was like "yay! I have another hour before i have to get up for school".
Then I checked my phone and had a txt from dad saying "I'll be home in 15 minutes"
Then I thought "why did dad go out last night? He must have been at Jodees"
Then I thought "what did I have for dinner then.."
Then I thought "did I even have dinner?"
Then I realised it was 6PM. I hadn't had dinner yet, dad had been at work and I didn't have to get up for school in an hour. I did however, have to get up and have dinner in an hour. I didn't finish my dinner because I felt sick so I just went back to bed.

Oh well.. Life must go on right?
I smell and taste like milo.. thats one of the reasons I got up.
Oh and it turns out I dribbled all over my pillow then rolled in it and it was cold, I think that was why I woke up at 6.

Im going back to bed okay?
Yeah, bye

FXCKING DENTIST BASTARDS

This is NOT a reference to my dentist personally - he's actually really really nice.
But omfg, not only is getting dentist work done scary and painful, it lasts!
I mean, I can't deny that I find it funny when my face is numb like it was today (very very numb indeed. I had two injections - one in the very back of my mouth. It made my like lower lip and jaw and chin go numb! but yeah. The injection itself hurt).
I laughed to a man standing next to me at the reception because i kept touching my face and he was smiling at me.

But yeah, I couldn't eat my spaghetti Bolognese dinner that dad had made me. Soft food, you know? so it wouldn't hurt.
I couldn't eat it cause my mouth was so numb that i couldn't even tell if there was food in my mouth, let alone if i was chewing it or my tongue.
So me, thinking that I was smart, just said "Oh, I'll wait until my numbness wears off and I'll eat dinner then!"
Boy am I stupid. Yeah. The numbness wore off. It wasn't a pleasant wearing off feeling, and my jaw slowly became more painful. I now can't open my mouth more that 2cm without it hurting, and it hurt to swallow and chew!
So there goes my brilliant "I'll eat it later" plan, aye?

No. I was hungry. I ended up just squashing my dinner so it was like a pikelet and eating flattened versions of it so that i didn't have to open up my mouth very far. Im not as hungry anymore...
But I got a headache along with my sore mouth.
So I took some panadol stuff that says on the back that it will help with any kind of dental pain.. it kinda is starting to take effect now, but my headache has remained just as stubbornly as a red wine stain on carpet. Also, my ears have blocked.
YAY.

On the upside, my dentist was amazed that I can txt without looking. He was injecting me while I txted... I was txting Tib, but his phone broke like, 20 minutes before i went to the dentist. So I was kinda just sending a txt to stop myself going hulk and throwing the dentist across the room so I could run through a wall and be away from the needles.
I frequently go hulk, just for the sake of it.

What is "sake" ?
for the sake of it.. oh my goodness sake is such a weird word... sake sake sake sake sake sake...
Wow. I think i just ruined that phrase for me.
"sake 1 |sāk|
noun
1 ( for the sake of something or for something's sake) for the purpose of; in the interest of; in order to achieve or preserve : "
Well fair enough...

Making an impact.

I've recently been contemplating how brilliantly dumb life can be sometimes, and how in the mornings you wake up and think "FML I have another whole day to truck through before I can climb back into my warm little heaven I like to call bed"
Those days are generally the ones when its particularly cold outside and there's assignments waiting for you left right and centre.
So... Everyday (especially in New zealand. Cold cold cold).

I am lucky enough to have escaped suffering through a day like that, because I woke up sick this morning - Yay for no immune system! - But really, being sick requires just as much endurance.

But yes, thinking of the monumentally complex suckfest of a world we live in, it reminded me of a movie called "pay it forward". Anyone heard of it? Seen it perhaps? People from Northcross will be trying to figure out where they recognise that name from. We we're all forced to watch it.
It is a sad but inspiring tale of a young boy who has a school assignment to 'pay it forward' to three people he knows who need help. Those three people will then 'pay it forward' to three people THEY know who need help, and so on and so forth.

I was thinking about it, because in theory this should make the world a much better place... But then there will always be the people who are in denial and "don't need anybody's help!". And there's the people who are too selfish to help others... And the people who are too old to help or too young...
This can cause a dent in the 'pay it forward' process.

It's just, if everyone went out there and did something nice for someone else then it would not only make that person happy - but it would make the person who made that person happy too. It doesn't even have to be something amazing, like saving the world from poverty or even saving one family or one person from poverty. That would be great, but very difficult.
It can be as simple as telling someone how special they are, or giving a compliment for no reason at all.
Even something as small as smiling at the people you walk past on the street and saying "HELLO! WONDERFUL DAY, ISN'T IT?"

Anything can make someones day. I'll give an example of one I did (it made my day too). I went to a cafe, and I ordered a hot chocolate and a brownie. I'd been having a bad time and was feeling pretty miserable.
A waitress brought me my food and drink, and I sat there pushing the brownie around on my plate grumpily.
After I'd finished, I pushed all the crumbs on my plate so they formed the words "thank you!" and I gave it back to the waitress. She was so happy!
So I was happy.

Its easy peasy.
I guess Im only writing this down because my days been crap, being sick and what not. And I was hoping SOMEONE would read this and think "hey, I think I might make someones day tomorrow".

If you want some good examples;
Go read GMH.

Okay.

alirght, the talkey box thingy is on the right side of the thing and its below the other thing.
HAve fun!

Hug a ginga day tomorrow.

I will get mauled tomorrow.
Like seriously, I'll have no skin left and I'll loose both my eyes and maybe a finger or two...
No, I'm just going to get hugged a bit. Its one of the many parts of having orange hair.
Being a genetic retard - part of this wonderous easily sunburnt race - we get an entire day devoted to us where we are simply hugged by all who see us. Last year I got a grand total of 36 hugs. I would have been able to start my own community by cloning people from all the skin cells that were left on me.

Unfortunetly.. I don't have the equipment or permission to clone people. Which is totally unfair. I'd make a brilliant cloning artist, I mean, how hard can it be?
Some skin here, a dab of spit there, add some chemicals and poof. You've got a person.
A guinea pig could do it with its hands tied behind its back and a blind fold on. Easy peasy.

But cloning aside, My business went to oral final presentations tonight and we had a stall there. It was pretty good looking - it first noticed its refletion in a spoon, then realised it was incredibly good looking.
But yeah, we got like 15 pre orders which is BRILLIANTO

Have I even explained what my product is? omg. I dont think I have!
WELL.. Have you been feelings the cold? Well, with a "Hot spot" on hand, your frost-bite infected fingers will be gone in a flash! Its a chemically activated heat pad that will still your chills on the horrid winter mornings! Its totally reusable - you simply pop it into a pot of boiling water for 5 minutes and BAM! Its back to normal and ready for reuse!
It doesnt even cost you an arm and a leg - as it should (I'd prefer it did, a leg here and there is nothing for a good product!) - no limbs need be sacrificed! Its avaliable to you for a teeny weeny price of $6.99!
It comes in pink, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple! Each one comes with a complementary FREE cover! Also comes in many colours and MAYBE EVEN PATTERNS!!!!! OMG!!!!! AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! YOU"VE TOTALLY GOTTA ORDER ONE!!!!!

If you do want one, lol cause my advertising had drawn you in SO MUCH cause I'm that much of an incredible sales person, then email me :) georgie_butterfly@hotmail.com
yeeeeehaw

Now, I miss Tib. (tobit, go read his blog - thats totally an order you SLUT). Im singing Eric Clapton songs and they're reminding me of him... yeah yeah, sad and pathetic I know. Ha ha, I'm sucked in. Im whipped - just as bad as your mum was last night (lame joke of the day is all done folks, no need to fret. I only get one a day).

You know, sometimes I wonder if anyone even reads this nonsense lol. I know a few select friends of mine do... but it would be so cool if there were total randoms reading it. I could ask them to send me some eyelashes so I can have them in my clone army.

Not that I'm building a clone army...
:)

Orangejar.

Dentist

So, I went to the dentist today. I was scared out of my mind - have a problem with needles.
It was okay, I spent the whole time I was being injected and drilled holding my crystal necklace and dragon ball that my wonderful boyfriend Tib (tobit) gave me...
I had a conversation with the dentist about root canals and about needles. I laughed a few times because of my mouth being numb, I thought it was hilarious.
But something in there has given me a headache that I still have now, like, half an hour later.
I think the dentist didn't like the nurse very much, for some reason it seemed like he had little patience for her. Maybe I was just paranoid something was going to go wrong and they'd end up hacking my mouth to pieces, who knows. Like a fight to the death over my dentist chair or something. I don't know.
When I walked in, the dentist said "take a seat". I laughed in my head and I was going to ask which seat to take... cause like, the dentist chair was like right in the middle of the room - dominating anything - even the dentist himself.

Im sitting here trying to smile, but quarter of my face is totally numb. It just isn't happening. I look like I'm in pain - my smiles like a grimace! The dentists said that it would take a few hours to wear off lol. I'm going to ask tib over after work so he can see it. Its so funny.


Anyway, I found out afterwards that I get to go BACK to the dentist NEXT Tuesday. Yaaaay! and get three MORE fillings! on the OTHER side of my mouth! YAY! MORE FILLINGS!!!!! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!!!!

I think the anesthetic has messed with my brain. Im just a little bit loopy right now haha. But yeah. Im making so many typing errors, maybe its the cold

Hey the mufti day was fun (except when it rained lol. My fluffy socks got wet, fml).

Straight from the book

I have this book, I take it wit me from mums to dads every week. Its for when Im not able to go on the computer but I really feel like writing in my blog - or just writing period really.
I wrote this about two nights ago.

It's funny really, life. That thing that we spend all our time living.
People talk about living our life the right way - do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that, do this in a way that does that without doing this to that.
But WHO is so perfectly wonderful to say what life should and shouldn't be?
Sometimes having a shit childhood means the adult result will be more understanding of the poor, more caring and respectful to those around them. You know, because they know what its like to be trampled.
Then, others with a shit childhood grow up to be murderous thugs.
Whats the difference? what went wrong with the failed result, and what went right with the good guy?

Well, in the words of my most spectacular and brilliantly nutty but totally lovable mother,
"You sail your own ship"
Don't sail it into the ground, underwater, into rocks, shark infested waters etc

Its your own choice how you interpret and react to different situations, information and people.
If you take me for example; some people would (and have) said I'm an idiot. I mean, look at all the shiznit that spills out of my mouth! People could think I'm a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket.
I mean... The whole time I've been writing this I've had my mini lotsa lotsa legs on my head.
But others say I'm a laugh and a half, or unique.
Actually, my most common one is 'different'.

I choose to react to being called different in a positive way, why would I want to be the same as everyone else? To be normal?
There should be more people out there with lotsa legs on their heads, or other objects. Other soft toys, maybe. I find they stay easier. Maybe a snoozem. Who knows.

*holds up wine glass with M&M's*
To being different.


Alrighty, well that was my book section. In reference to today and the time I'm writing right at this moment. RIGHT NOW. Things are a smidge different. School is like drilling a screw into your brain and then attaching it to the mains of your house. Its ELECTRICALLLLLLL.
Nah, its painful. Unpleasant.
Mufti day tomorrow, oh yay! Wonderful! I get to hate school in clothes I like! I suppose it takes schools suckyness levels down a notch or two, I mean, atleast I wont be cold right? theres an up point?
Unless it snows - which I wouldn't put it past school. Im sure that it can manage that somehow. All the staff room fridges can have chemical reactions with the... the air, and like, grow to be massive, and they can just have fridge dandruff on all us helpless students.

Its like, even though I'm doing nothing right now. I'm still stressed because I know that theres so much work at school waiting for me to do it, just laughing maniacally. Rocking back and forth in a papery school work filled corner mumbling that its work and its going to drag my kicking and screaming brain out of bed and into the freezing cold to do it.

Oh. And dentist tomorrow. I've taken to calling them 'bitchass mother fuckers' because it makes me feel a little better about the fact that I'm going to have to walk in and sit on that horrible leather chair while they drill holes into my teeth and shove needles into my gums. They will shove lots of NEELDES into my mouth. MY mouth. NEEDLES. Ugh.
Ill bite their needles off - If I could grow some balls. Then again, tomorrows Tuesday and Im a man on Tuesdays...
These ones better give me something better than free mini toothpaste if they want me to not yell at their receptionists.

I hate dentists.
I hate school.
I... well. I don't hate cold.

Orangejar

Wet shoes

I have two pairs of school shoes - one I like, one I don't.
Of these two shoes - one is water proof... one isn't....
For the only two days of this week that I went to school, it rained for both days, and the only shoes that I had were the NON water proof ones.
Both yesterday and today I suffered the school day being rained on and walking through puddles, freezing my toes to the point where it hurt to walk. Both days I get home and put my shoes infront of the heater and look at my feet... only to find they are white, and my toe nails are blue. It takes at LEAST 20 minutes for me to gain any kind of feeling back into my toes.
It can't be good for my feet :(

Yesterday I got home and I was soaked, so I chucked all my clothes into the drier and flipped the switch. After an hour I went back and took my wonderfully dry and warm clothes out of the drier. As I turned to walk away I stepped on a wet sock.
Apparently I'd missed the drier with that sock and now it was the only thing of my uniform that was left wet!
I figured it was ridiculous to put the drier back on with only one sock in it, so I was pretty stumped as to how I'd dry it.
So I walked through the house with my wet sock, looking for means of drying.
I see the microwave...

I think, hey, why not?
So in it goes. 20 seconds.
Out it comes. Soaked. But steaming.

That didn't work as well as I'd hoped. I vaguely considered putting it back in for longer, but decided the risk of fire was too high on my muchly loved sock.... Well. Actually, its my sisters sock. So. I can't set it alight - as much fun as that would be.

In the end I just put it with my shoes infront of the drier. No where near as much fun.

I like rain alot, don't get me wrong. Its alot more fun than sun is sometimes - and no sunburn with rain!
But wet socks and shoes are not a favorite of mine...

Writing.

I used to write down my feeling when I was sad, but what's the point really?
Writings and easy way to get things off your chest isn't it? it's like talking things over. But with writing you don't really have to tell anyone anything. The way that I see it now, is that writing down your feelings in an attempt to feel better is silly. If your writing because you yourself cannot understand or deal with the feelings your describing... then it means you will be just as confused when you've finished because only YOUR going to read it. Sometimes you need feedback from other people if you don't understand something.
Writings good; but talkings better.

Or psychopathic killing spree's, those are apparently brilliant stress relief. I've heard it's like screaming into your pillow. Helps release tension... Sad that you've gotta finish with suicide. That puts most people off this technique.

Its funny really (not killing spree's).
Because writing this has actually made me feel a little bit better. It's like, when every-things spiraling out of control, writing has control. There will always be 26 letters, they are always the same. Easy.
Writing has normalcy, and in a hectic world like ours, isn't that all people want? To be 'normal'?

I've already expressed my doubts on the "let's all be normal" theory, But even I want to be normal sometimes... Or to have something normal to rely on. Something like writing.
Or typing, in this case.

Pantene pro-V .. deep fortifying conditioner.

I don't know why there's a bottle of conditioner next to me. But I would have greatly appreciated it when I was in the SHOWER and we didn't HAVE ANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh. How stupid. Its not like stephs laptop uses conditioner? or the phone? or the stapler? or any of the other things on this desk (it would take hours to name everything... remind me to do it later).

But yeah, Im writing because my bffl BA is writing a blog as I am right at this moment, and I'm going to link per post to this one:) in secret. HA! She'll never know! If theres anything in her post about penis moles, you can credit it to me. I totally suggested it to her.

Anyway, so I watched avatar AGAIN tonight. Although I do like that movie, and its wonderful and impressive and cool and what not. Each and every-time watch it I swear it gets longer. It must be about 7 hours now. I do like it though.
The only real flaws are that anna lucia (from lost, her actor) dies, its too long and that they stole the jurassic park dinosaurs noises. How would you feel if you were a velociraptor and someone chucks your voice onto a 6 legged horse - not even considering the fact that you might be offended.
I would, If I were a velociraptor.

I was just thinking, that if I were a dinosaur I would DEFINITELY be a velociraptor, no doubt. They're to coolest ones.
Then I was like "but I don't do well in group work. What if my velocipartners didn't do any of the hunting work and I had to develop multiple velociralities so I could catch enough food for us to eat?"
And I got put off being a velociraptor. Maybe a herbivore so that I wouldn't have to kill anything, and I would be able to eat like, my bed. Presuming I sleep on or in trees.

In trees... like avatar people..... I could sleep on their house (before its blown up). While the velociraptors are eating them for stealing their voices. Or. Eat their horses anyway.


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Response to recent happenings

Muffin is my first topic of discussion,
As she discussed me I shall discuss her. We didn't hang out on that Saturday which she was so excited for - because I was too tired and sick to enjoy company. I felt kinda like the doctor that does abortions, I was taking away her little bundle of joy. We did see each other on Sunday, ball dress shopping. Which was good. I found one. Muffins already got hers, its red (raspberry muffin?) and me and her will be like McDonalds at the ball cause mines yellow.
On Thursday night, her and I had a lengthy laugh-filled conversation that resulted in the birth of a new personal joke (also the birth of something else, if you can call that birth? I mean, does it count if its attached to your body and has an elbow?).


Several of my friends are my other topics of discussion. Funnily enough, majority of them have blogs.
All of my friends seem to be sad. Really quite sad, really quite often. And seeing as I've been spending all my my time forcing my love on Tobit (not really forcing, he loves me back.. I hope... No, he does, Im pretty sure), I haven't been there with them so they can sit on my shoulders to stop feeling down. They need a girls night, or several, maybe even just a solid day of shopping. Or some lols. Definitely the lols. I can prescribe them that. I have a PHD in LMAO.
That infectious disease of happiness needs to be spread, and that depressive epidemic needs to be squashed out of existence.

A third topic, I covered slightly in my last post.
Exams - Like xmas with a silent E... but REALLY not. Unless you count the giving of gifts to include the giving of forehead wrinkles from stress, then NO. ITS NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS.
My Monday geography exam is making me NOT study. Really not study, like I have allot of studying to do but its just not happening because studying is depressive. I did some painting today, but due to my crap mood it just didn't work out.

My family; there has been no change in this department. My sisters still moved out, my mum and dad still don't talk.

Im lacking some carbon dioxide, due to big breaths instead of deep breaths, it's a difficult habit to get rid of - I assure you.

All I want to do right now it cuddle up to Tobit, because I know he's stressed at work. And he makes me so happy, all of the time. He's like my favorite chocolate; Sweet, white and dreamy. And fun to bite chunks out of. Good to eat when reading books (innuendo unintentional), he looks good in blue and he melts in your mouth (innuendo intentional).
But he's very tired and he needs a night to himself - much to my unreasonable disappointment. So I can't cuddle him.

You know, I reckon Keshas songs are catchy but ridiculous. Her lyrics are just.. Mmm.
"So cut to the chase kid cuz I no you dont care what my middle name is. I wanna be naked but your wasted."
Some brilliant life lessons to be learnt there!.... But I can't deny the catchyness.

Faces and arms.

So, exams this week right?
Thats not too bad, just an extra helping of stress with a side serving of sucky. If it had a creamy go play in traffic sauce drizzled over top it would be a pretty appetizing meal.
We could have a wonderful desert of strawberries and cream - OR RICE PUDDING. Wow I haven't had that in ages!!! AHHH I WANT TO MAKE IT. Okay. Its a done deal. Im making it this weekend, and you'd better not get in my way or I will mow you down with determination and bla bla bla...

But yeah, can't say I'm particularly enjoying examinations. Or much, at the moment tbth. Just the fact that I know Im going back to school on thursday is already ruining my Friday. Is that sad? I think it might be just a little bit sad.

But yes, I was thinking about all this shiz that makes life unpleasant (my word of the week). And it figures that if you don't put your own little bits of fun into it, then yeah, it will look like a down right nasty world out there. The things I've done today to make my day just the smidge better are things like drawing a face in my cokes condensation, laughing at the naked man on a bottle of "Ultra wipe out!" dvd/game repair kit' and singing elemeno p to my cat Oscar. He sings back sometimes, the brilliant little being he is :)



But yeah, the naked man. I don't understand why he has to be naked, what does that have to do with cd cleaning liquid? Unless its making a point that it removes skin cells from the cd, and finger prints.. or body prints... or... you know... any fdsfdls
I sneezed twice and now its cold! Oh well.. I could always go put clothes on.

See, Im naked too...

Not really. But that would be fun.
Oh! I was thinking last night, while I was with a bunch of my friends - so it's surprising I didn't bring it up to anyone. Imagine if humans didn't have arms! Like seriously, imagine it, tshirts wouldn't be tshirts anymore because there wouldnt be a t. They'd be like, lowercase L shirts. And hugs would be really awkward, unless people developed a way to hug with their legs, that didn't scream sex.
And you wouldn't be able to do anything, except walk. It would cause so many problems if we didn't have arms... My blog wouldn't exist. What a horrible thought, how could anyone in the world live without my insanely hilarious ramblings.
Kidding kids, theyre sanely hilarious, no insanity here.