Monday, July 26, 2010

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.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

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!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

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.

Monday, July 12, 2010

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!!!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

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.