'Eye' am a cyclops

Obviously, I had some spare time. This is a picture I took on my phone, and I was looking at it this morning thinking that maybe you devoted readers might like a peek. Now, I know it doesn't make sense for a cyclops to have a right eye in the middle of his face, so I should have made the eye lashes go all the way across, but when I painted it there was no intention of playing Cyclops City.
Nor was there any intention of me painting a matching left eye.

I might also point out, for those of you who don't know, that this is not a picture of me (well, it's my arm). I do not have a penis  - not when I last checked anyway - or short hair, or facial hair. Although you can't see the facial hair right now on this handsome gentleman, I assure you its there. It's there and its prickly.

I might also point out that the white floral metal parts in the background are NOT my choice of bed frame. I simply came home one day and my bed had been replaced. I think the reason it happened whilst I was out, is because deep down mum knew that I wouldn't like it. She also painted my walls white and gave me a black, white and red duvet cover... ugh.
But I guess I can't be bitter for ever - that was like 2 years ago. We don't even live in that house anymore. The bed will always remind me though....

Yamete kudasai!!

Ive recently bought some fabric pant.
Its been pretty cool, I've done Tib a top and myself too - I'm wearing it right now. I have a picture at home (I'm at Tibs right now, on Firefox because for some unknown reason internet explorer crashes everytime I click 'new post), and my camera is at home, regrettably.
Its an orange, cut in half, with a crown above it on the back of a long sleeved (L/S) charcoal top. I think it suits me 'cause I'm a queen ...
Kidding. Its 'cause I'm orange, and were pretty cool despite the fact that people think were lame from our weird hair.

Anyway, during the painting part of my ... painting. I was sitting with my top, with a magazine inside it (to prevent the paint from soaking through onto the front). I didn't, and rarely ever do, think to put down news paper on my white duvet cover to protect it from the numerous spills and splatters that accompany a painter in the 'zone'. Anyway, my white duvet cover is now splotched with red. And wouldn't you know it, it wont wash out. I guess thats what I get for painting with fabric paint, over fabric.
I watched the paint splatter off my brush like it was in slow motion, sailing towards the brilliant white. I thought PLEASE STOP! desperately towards it, but it didn't listen to me. It was determined to RUIN EVERYTHING.

But it doesn't really matter because I've already spilt a lot of paint on it before. In-fact, nearly every time I paint, my duvet gains a new souvenir. Only once this year have I thought to put down some kind of protection.... It was one sheet of new paper. I thought that was a solid effort, considering that all the way out in the wilderness and desolate area of Paremoremo we don't get a news paper. It took friggen ages to find it.

I will make a point to post a picture of my top when I get home am are re-united with my camera.

Recently . . .

So, I've actually done alot that I haven't informed you of - shocking. I know.

But aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrggghhh!!! freaky! Theres this new printer we just got - not plugged in though, considering I know bugger all about wires and connections and whats it. Anyway, just as I was preparing my gigantic brain to relay all the information I've been witholding from my blog, when the printer starts making noise!

I got a bit of a fright, to be completely honest. It was a ticking-clicking noise. You know, like when the toasted sandwhich maker is cooling down? Yeah.

So yup. I went for a big walk with Tib the other day, it was on the Stillwater bushwalk (gorgeous scenery, so naturally my beloved camera (who goes by the name "Clicka) accompanied us). It was great! We walked along the shore - and found half an octopus in a puddle!

I was ensured it wasn't a squid, so its surely an octopus? I think It still might be squidly.

Well.. It's remains are squidly.

Yup, our walk was great. The flora and fauna was beautiful (for non New Zealanders, or those who are city dwellers or just a bit dim; Flora is flowers, and fauna is plants). Although, all the trees that I found interesting were beastly large in size and very... well. Dead.

It was a wonderful walk, believe me.

You know how that saying actually goes "believe you me" ?
I hate it. What the hells the point in that? It doesn't even make any sense! Its like believe yourself if you were me? Or is it just like 'Believe yourself - oh no wait. Believe me. Thats what I meant."

I've never understood that one.
Then again... Mums got a saying "Like a streak of weasel piss" which apparently means something moved fast. W. T. F ?
Why weasel piss? Why not dog or cat? Infact... why piss at all?
There is plenty of things out there faster than an animal peeing.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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!!

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...

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).

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.

Sunburn. AGAIN. For christ sake!

Alright, so I went on a relatively boring geography trip today - yay!
I collected information on three different sections of Omaha beach and recorded what the sand grains looked like, how many waves went past in a minute, what plants grew on sand dunes and many other things which will be incredibly useful in my later life with bringing up a family and getting married.

During this wondrous and adventure filled trip I managed to get my chest and nose rather painfully sunburnt - much to my delight!
I'm what a chef would call "well done". Even on my standards of sunburn.
I myself am usually rare, whereas I would say my mother and sister are medium and my dad is medium rare.

Either way, Geo trip was boring and I'm burnt.
I got back to school at approximately 2:45pm and went from there to Browns bay with my business studies group. That was amusing.... I think.
I then went from Browns Bay to CARPET COURT! YEAH! and waited around with my mother dearest until we went and bought two more sucky fish (to represent Petal and Cherub. Carrot and Feta sucky fish are already living in out tank).
I then went home and did MORE business homework!
HORRAY!

Now I'm sitting here wondering how many days (or weeks) it will take my sunburn to peel itself off me and leave me just as white as I was originally (but with a bit more skin damage than before, as per usual).

Tobit and I have got quite a weekend ahead of us; I want to get out a bunch of dvds because he hasn't seen ANY of the terminator movies, or even seen ET.. But most astonishingly of all, he hasn't seen Footrot flats!
This is a need for some serious movie watching.

Next weekend however, Im going to offer a day of mine to MUFFIN! If she should choose to accept we will do mental and spaz things as we usually so and these things may even we the cause of another blog post in the near distant future.

Orangejar

Recovery by Monday? Doubtful.

I'd say that if my 'being', as in 'human being', were to be divided up into a percentage depending on how tired I was I would be approximately 75% NON HUMAN.
But even if my being were clinging onto the last 0.000001 percentage of its beingness, I would still tell it to SUCK IT UP because its got allot of things to do by the end of next week! Such as going to my aunties house with Muffin for three (possibly four) days.
That will require a rather large quantity of beingness.
I cant say being now in my head without it sounding weird.

But, Mmm... Muffin and I have a few wondrous and awe inspiring tasks to complete. For example, seeing as my aunty is a cat breeder... and she feeds those cats baby chicks. . . Muffins and I will be accompanying my aunty-dearest to collect those hundreds of dead baby chickaroos and TAG 'EM AND BAG 'EM. Im pretty sure muffin must hate doing that stuff, but she keeps coming down with me to the wilderness of New Zealand farm land, so she mustn't hate it too much.
I reckon it does a person good to get out of a busy, WHAT THE FXCK?! IM DRIVING HERE!!! kinda environment and into one with cows and grass and mud.
Everyone needs to get away sometimes. I mean, its the holidays for me! YAY! But school wasn't the only thing I wanted to get away from. This little trip to Morrinsville will hopefully restore my being to around about 85%. Thats a big jump.
But then everything will be back to how it always it - difficult.

But, on the lighter side! I flooded the laundry today!!
yeah, apparently I put like waay too much washing li quid in the machine... and the bubbles couldn't be contained. So they spread across the floor and like, smothered the towels in the washing machine. I had to spend 20 minutes rinsing the towels out with the hose outside because the bubbles were so jam packed in them.

This is a pretty airy fairy post considering how my family is at the moment. They SEEM well, but actually arent. Last night was good though, I had a whooole bunch of my girlfriends stay the night (a grand total of six lol). We ate lollies and watched movies.. played table tennis... And my dad made us spaghetti Bolognese! And he got us bickies and things to eat. It was pretty cool :) then he made us a cooked breakfast and we lounged around for the whole day watching movies.

Tonight, Tobit (http://the-tobits.blogspot.com/) my BF is coming over to my mums place and I have to wash mums car as payment for her letting us lol. Should be GREAT. No, really. It will be wonderful. He always is.

BANG

I was at a loss for what to label this post when suddenly there was this massive bang on the ceiling.
But, seeing as this is a two story house - it wasnt really a ceiling, only a ceiling to me. SO. Something of someone upstairs has a violent accident with the ground... could've been head on. Sounded potentially damaging to both the ground and whatever hit it.

Anyway. So my night sucked dick. Im pretty sure I'm just way too hormonal for my own good. Its like "OH NO! I BROKE A NAIL!"
Actually, twice last week I burst into tears on separate occasions because I was sitting in bed when I noticed there was a tiny little spider crawling down my left arm.
I think I must be loosing sleep in my sleep or something, cause thats worse than crying over spilt milk.
And I really am quite tired, I've been telling myself all night that I need to head to bed early so that I can try and rebuild my brain... yet here I am. At 11pm. Typing out blog post about nothing.
Its like, this is actually a mission for me to type out because I am so tired! Even keeping my eyes open requires an uncharacteristic amount of effort right now.
Ugh! just realised that I have to get up ULTRA early so that I can have a shower... I should have just had a shower before! I had intended to, like I went and got a towel and everything but then I called my tib and had to spend time cheering him up. Poor tib..

He's so cute. He gave me a little bottle of confidence today. It was so cute. Its a blue liquid. He made it so it smells like lemons... unfortunately it tastes really gross. But who cares. Its cute. Mmm.. I suppose I should jump in bed... well. I am in bed.
I should go to sleep. Yes. I really should, my eyes are... like.... closed..........