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?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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.
OH WELL WOULD YOU GUESS WHATS HAPPENED?!!!!
I'm sick.
Monday, August 23, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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...
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...
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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!
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!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
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.
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.
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