I just changed the skin because I'm bored.
So don't freak.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Most Romantic Man EVA
This is the couple I was talking about a couple of posts back. The gorgeous peeps that BROKE UP dude.
And she became queen and he married some weird anorexic chick. Lovely.
The clip below is when he's being especially soppy - just watch the first bit because you probably haven't watched the series and probably won't get it. Just watch about five and a half minutes, which is about half of the video. The other half won't make sense.
Anyway, don't you think he's the most ROMANTIC MAN EVA!!!!
And she became queen and he married some weird anorexic chick. Lovely.
The clip below is when he's being especially soppy - just watch the first bit because you probably haven't watched the series and probably won't get it. Just watch about five and a half minutes, which is about half of the video. The other half won't make sense.
Anyway, don't you think he's the most ROMANTIC MAN EVA!!!!
Rite...
Okay, I know who LN is now. Gosh, you didn't have to be so bloody cryptic. I know I'm good with words, but not that good. Also, I read your comments at about 1 in the morning, so I was just like 'LN? LN? Who the fuck is LN? I don't know anyone called LN!'
And it is only now I realized a mother wouldn't be so stupid as to call her child 'LN' - unless you're related to ET. Lol.
I still have no bloody clue who 'Anonymous' and 'Caramel' is. A hint, guys. Please.
And it is only now I realized a mother wouldn't be so stupid as to call her child 'LN' - unless you're related to ET. Lol.
I still have no bloody clue who 'Anonymous' and 'Caramel' is. A hint, guys. Please.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Kind of Girl I Am...
...I am the kind of girl who eats more than her dad. And all her guyfriends. And any potential boyfriends.
...I am the kind of girl who people think is either very intelligent but acting stupid or very stupid acting intelligent.
...I am the kind of girl you can never class, never grade, never generalize and never stereotype. I am me.
...I am the kind of girl who doesn't really care about most things, except bad grammar. I can't stand bad grammar.
...I am the kind of girl who loves Kiwis (I used to have a celeb crush on Karl Urban. You can't love Kiwis more than that) but I really hate the accent. I'm Australian, and it drives me nuts.
...I am the kind of girl who can put up with people being intentionally annoying but I get pissed off so easily at uncontrollable things, like sneezes and coughs.
...I am the kind of girl who considers a bowl of icecream a nutritious meal. Well, it has calcium, right?
...I am the kind of girl who considers eating anything less than two jumbo eggs and two pieces of burnt toast is skipping breakfast.
...I am the kind of girl who reads deep into some things and just skims through everything else.
...I am the kind of girl who reads labels of milk cartons when I'm bored.
...I am the kind of girl who is the only one in the car that can read everything on a street sign when the car is going 100 km an hour.
...I am the kind of girl who gets hungry every two hours.
...I am the kind of girl who is not affected by coffee. I'm beyond caffeine.
...I am the kind of girl who will believe everything on the internet and nothing someone tells me in person.
...I am the kind of girl who loves cooking but can't cook.
...I am the kind of girl who believes if it's good enough to eat, it's good enough to put in your hair or on your skin.
...I am the kind of girl who loves the theory of exercise, just not the practice.
...I am the kind of girl who is really unhealthy, but hates lollies. I am one of the only unhealthy people I know that doesn't like lollies.
...I am the kind of girl who wishes regularly she was a guy.
...I am the kind of girl who is the kind of girl I am.
...I am the kind of girl who people think is either very intelligent but acting stupid or very stupid acting intelligent.
...I am the kind of girl you can never class, never grade, never generalize and never stereotype. I am me.
...I am the kind of girl who doesn't really care about most things, except bad grammar. I can't stand bad grammar.
...I am the kind of girl who loves Kiwis (I used to have a celeb crush on Karl Urban. You can't love Kiwis more than that) but I really hate the accent. I'm Australian, and it drives me nuts.
...I am the kind of girl who can put up with people being intentionally annoying but I get pissed off so easily at uncontrollable things, like sneezes and coughs.
...I am the kind of girl who considers a bowl of icecream a nutritious meal. Well, it has calcium, right?
...I am the kind of girl who considers eating anything less than two jumbo eggs and two pieces of burnt toast is skipping breakfast.
...I am the kind of girl who reads deep into some things and just skims through everything else.
...I am the kind of girl who reads labels of milk cartons when I'm bored.
...I am the kind of girl who is the only one in the car that can read everything on a street sign when the car is going 100 km an hour.
...I am the kind of girl who gets hungry every two hours.
...I am the kind of girl who is not affected by coffee. I'm beyond caffeine.
...I am the kind of girl who will believe everything on the internet and nothing someone tells me in person.
...I am the kind of girl who loves cooking but can't cook.
...I am the kind of girl who believes if it's good enough to eat, it's good enough to put in your hair or on your skin.
...I am the kind of girl who loves the theory of exercise, just not the practice.
...I am the kind of girl who is really unhealthy, but hates lollies. I am one of the only unhealthy people I know that doesn't like lollies.
...I am the kind of girl who wishes regularly she was a guy.
...I am the kind of girl who is the kind of girl I am.
Denial.
There is this sort of expectation to move on suddenly, emotionlessly, if you like someone but they don't like you back.If you're not over him, you're laughing stock - especially if he's hooked up with someone else.
Which is something I seriously don't get. Love is not something that you can fall in and out of at will. So what if I'm not over the guy who's never going to be interested in me? It's not anyone else's problem but mine. It's bad enough that they don't like me, but to get teased because I'm not over him in about sixty seconds is just crazy. And the teasing is always from boys - what do they know about this stuff? Boys at this age aren't heartbroken, they're just heartbreakers. Seriously.
And I know I always fall for boys out of my league, but it's not like I have much of a choice. It's not like I can point at a guy who might actually like me back and say 'I'll fall in love with him', because love doesn't work like that. I don't know why people have such a big problem with it, but I'm used to love being a one-way thing. I don't see why they find that I like some guy so funny, because when they like someone they're drop-dead serious.
And don't you think I have it hard enough already? It's hard when all of your friends have boyfriends except for you. It's hard being in love with someone who doesn't love you back. It's hard having guyfriends gush about a girl...a girl who is not you.
It's hard enough without the ridicule. Seriously.
Which is something I seriously don't get. Love is not something that you can fall in and out of at will. So what if I'm not over the guy who's never going to be interested in me? It's not anyone else's problem but mine. It's bad enough that they don't like me, but to get teased because I'm not over him in about sixty seconds is just crazy. And the teasing is always from boys - what do they know about this stuff? Boys at this age aren't heartbroken, they're just heartbreakers. Seriously.
And I know I always fall for boys out of my league, but it's not like I have much of a choice. It's not like I can point at a guy who might actually like me back and say 'I'll fall in love with him', because love doesn't work like that. I don't know why people have such a big problem with it, but I'm used to love being a one-way thing. I don't see why they find that I like some guy so funny, because when they like someone they're drop-dead serious.
And don't you think I have it hard enough already? It's hard when all of your friends have boyfriends except for you. It's hard being in love with someone who doesn't love you back. It's hard having guyfriends gush about a girl...a girl who is not you.
It's hard enough without the ridicule. Seriously.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Back from the Bush
Okay, I haven't got a clue who LN or Caramel is, but I have a feeling that 'Anonymous' is Jesse or Ryan...please let me know if I'm not on the right track.
I've just gotten back from a three day camping trip, which was, as always, fun, exhausting and dirty. Hygiene really is a low priority of four wheel driving camp trips, so it was so nice to have a shower and wash my hair after two nights and three days surviving without flush toilets, running water, internet or electricity. Compared to all the grubby four-year-old boys running around like crazy I'm such a prissy city girl, but I'm not that bad. At least I can survive without a straightener for a weekend - which is more than what most girls I know can say. I actually can't remember the last time I used a straightener, and the only time I used a curler was for my prom last year.
I'm gonna go and write another post now, so I'll be back in about sixty seconds. Trust me.
I've just gotten back from a three day camping trip, which was, as always, fun, exhausting and dirty. Hygiene really is a low priority of four wheel driving camp trips, so it was so nice to have a shower and wash my hair after two nights and three days surviving without flush toilets, running water, internet or electricity. Compared to all the grubby four-year-old boys running around like crazy I'm such a prissy city girl, but I'm not that bad. At least I can survive without a straightener for a weekend - which is more than what most girls I know can say. I actually can't remember the last time I used a straightener, and the only time I used a curler was for my prom last year.
I'm gonna go and write another post now, so I'll be back in about sixty seconds. Trust me.
Friday, September 25, 2009
13 + 3 Things I have learned from three terms of being thirteen.
I have been thirteen for three entire school terms.
Just one more to go. Yipee!
I've learned a lot over my three terms of being thirteen. Thirteen things, in fact. Thirteen plus three:
1. Tummy tuck undies do not work. They're tight enough to be uncomfortable but not tight enough to do anything.
2. The best guys are always found in detention. That way you're guaranteed not to get a pommy brat. Not an after school detention, because then they're a bit too wild, but the ones that get lunchtime detention have just enough rebel in them.
3. Never expect any more than friendship from a friend. It only hurts when you want more.
4. Bad days are always followed by good days.
5. Always shake a deodorant can before spraying.
6. Pilates is bloody painful, but it does work.
7. There is no halfway house when it comes to teachers - you either love 'em or hate 'em. There is no such thing as a cordial relationship with teachers here.
8. There is an enormous difference between the two coffee machines at our school - pay a dollar sixty and you get a midget cup of grey water with soap bubbles floating on top, pay forty cents more and you get a larger, half-decent coffee.
9. Intentional or not, all thirteen-year-old boys are heartbreakers.
10. The same thing can be said about fourteen-year-old boys.
11. The more you're attacked, the more you rebel. It is the only way to survive.
12. Music is food for the soul and literature is food for the mind, and both are as important as food for the stomach.
13. When in doubt, rebel.
14. Never trust people who change sides. Once a bitch, always a bitch. Once a bastard, always a bastard.
15. Never trust anyone. Because if you take their advice and succeed, they get all the fame, but if you take their advice and fail, you get all the shame. All your successes should be your successes, and all your failures should be your failures.
16. The rough road leads to paradise, the smooth road leads to hell.
And now you're probably thinking I can't count, or I don't know my own age. That's not true...I said thirteen...plus three.
Hah, tricked you!
I probably didn't, but a girl can dream.
Just one more to go. Yipee!
I've learned a lot over my three terms of being thirteen. Thirteen things, in fact. Thirteen plus three:
1. Tummy tuck undies do not work. They're tight enough to be uncomfortable but not tight enough to do anything.
2. The best guys are always found in detention. That way you're guaranteed not to get a pommy brat. Not an after school detention, because then they're a bit too wild, but the ones that get lunchtime detention have just enough rebel in them.
3. Never expect any more than friendship from a friend. It only hurts when you want more.
4. Bad days are always followed by good days.
5. Always shake a deodorant can before spraying.
6. Pilates is bloody painful, but it does work.
7. There is no halfway house when it comes to teachers - you either love 'em or hate 'em. There is no such thing as a cordial relationship with teachers here.
8. There is an enormous difference between the two coffee machines at our school - pay a dollar sixty and you get a midget cup of grey water with soap bubbles floating on top, pay forty cents more and you get a larger, half-decent coffee.
9. Intentional or not, all thirteen-year-old boys are heartbreakers.
10. The same thing can be said about fourteen-year-old boys.
11. The more you're attacked, the more you rebel. It is the only way to survive.
12. Music is food for the soul and literature is food for the mind, and both are as important as food for the stomach.
13. When in doubt, rebel.
14. Never trust people who change sides. Once a bitch, always a bitch. Once a bastard, always a bastard.
15. Never trust anyone. Because if you take their advice and succeed, they get all the fame, but if you take their advice and fail, you get all the shame. All your successes should be your successes, and all your failures should be your failures.
16. The rough road leads to paradise, the smooth road leads to hell.
And now you're probably thinking I can't count, or I don't know my own age. That's not true...I said thirteen...plus three.
Hah, tricked you!
I probably didn't, but a girl can dream.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Reading Deep.
As a writer myself, I have great respect for all writers of all kinds. Authors, novellists, journalists, bloggers, poets...
Lyricists. Especially lyricists.
For me the true essence of a song, especially songs nowadays, is not in the music, which is mostly synthesized and heavily edited and digitally embellished. In this day and age, the most pure, most human part of a song is no longer the actual music, but the lyrics. There is no way around writing lyrics if you want a song that can be sung to. No matter what, someone must think up words to be set to the music.
And there is so much you can say in a song - so many things you can say that, if it weren't in a song, would be so cheesy. You can show how happy or how sad you are, how heartbroken and depressed or elated and over the moon you are, whether you're off with the fairies or down in the dumps. Things that are so hard to tell people normally without getting criticized, you can say in a song.
And, if you come from a music background like me, I find it easier to get over something if there's a song I can relate to. Whenever I'm so down, or so high, that I'm at loss for words, I post a song on this blog. I always hope that people could see songs the way I see them...
But no-one does.
Lyricists. Especially lyricists.
For me the true essence of a song, especially songs nowadays, is not in the music, which is mostly synthesized and heavily edited and digitally embellished. In this day and age, the most pure, most human part of a song is no longer the actual music, but the lyrics. There is no way around writing lyrics if you want a song that can be sung to. No matter what, someone must think up words to be set to the music.
And there is so much you can say in a song - so many things you can say that, if it weren't in a song, would be so cheesy. You can show how happy or how sad you are, how heartbroken and depressed or elated and over the moon you are, whether you're off with the fairies or down in the dumps. Things that are so hard to tell people normally without getting criticized, you can say in a song.
And, if you come from a music background like me, I find it easier to get over something if there's a song I can relate to. Whenever I'm so down, or so high, that I'm at loss for words, I post a song on this blog. I always hope that people could see songs the way I see them...
But no-one does.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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