Sweet Sense of Popularity

I felt popular today. You know why? because my friends informed me that I was acting 'strange' and didn't seem myself. This made me think...

How can I not seem myself?

My day began as always, with me waking from my 'alarm-radio' which is just my radio of which I have set to turn on at a specific time to wake me up. I don't like using real alarms because they scare the shit out of me.

My alarm went off at 6.38 am (I did indeed just check that right then. If you wonder why it is set to such an odd time, every day I set it a minute later than the day before in vain attempt to find the 'perfect waking up time')  and I recall waking up at 6.47 am.

By this point, my alarm-radio has done it's job and woken me up 'on time'. BUT I DISAGREE!!! I kid you not, these are the very words I thought to myself as I grimly stared at my clock. "I hate you. It's too early" and went back to sleep without so much as turning off the radio. I didn't turn it off because I knew that without the radio remaining on, I would not wake up at 7.10-7.20ish am. I find 7.10-7.20ish an acceptable time frame for waking-upness on a school morning.

The next thing I remember is dreaming I was trapped in a cage and I was wearing a rainbow. I seriously hope that was a dream.

After that, the next thing I can recall is Mum loudly opening my door, tripping over non-existant clothes that 'I had left all over my floor' (I know this is not true because A. I am not blind, I can see right now that there's nothing where she was walking and I haven't changed my room at all since this morning. B. I never have anything on my floor in the pathway from my bed to my door because on the unexpected midnight toilet run, I have to get there as quickly as possible, with no interruptions.) and opening my blinds even more loudly than she did for my door.

I was in quite the state of disbelief when Mum noticed I was awake and then said cheerfully "Good morning. Want some poached eggs and toast for breakky?" But my ears had not mistaken me so when I mumbled some gibberish requesting Mum to repeat the question, she somehow understood and asked me again, and then asked how many of each. Still barely conscious, I simply raised two fingers meaning two of each. Lazy bastard I am.

That there was the first thing that MAY have determined my 'unself-likeness' ,because I'm usually woken up abruptly and told to get up. Then my breakfast is my own job.

After a few more minutes of lying in bed, I decided it would be a good idea to go upstairs and claim my foretold breakfast before I missed my chance. This happens a lot in my house. Offers are made, but if you take too long, you miss out.

Thing number 2 that could have contributed to 'unself-likeness'. Why? Because I usually get up after a few minutes of waking up and have a shower, get dressed and THEN get breakky.

At school in homeroom, the first of my friends I saw as always was Izzy. She said I seemed tired and so I replied with "You're tired!!" and then we continued to quote Chester See's Losing Friends At Poker Night. I highly recommend you watch it. No I'm not advertising as such, I just love that video.

So my day was off to a swell start. But then...

2 PERIODS OF HEALTH!!!

I pretty much would consider this to be torture, except in my health class, I am joined by Iz and Winnie. Thanks god. Having friendly company in such a subject sure does make it bareable, but when one of those friends is Winnie, health becomes a good ol' fashioned trolling sesh.

Todays health lesson was all about ontraception, and I knew it would be because we were told earlier about it. Being the angelic catholic school it is, at my school, by agreement or creed or possibly even law, the teachers (including health teachers) are not allowed to teach us about contraception and all that. And so that we don't all end up as slutty dumbshits (well, the remaining 20ish [if not less] percent of us), the teachers got some doctors in to tell us the about the wonderful world of sex. My insincere apologies if this topic is slightly offensive to anyone, but do continue reading.

I'll have you know, that I hate having injections and anything else like that, but I bare through it thanks to that fantastic thought that having an injection will prevent me from dying in some horrible way. Another thing you must know for this part to make much sense is that apart from the following piercings: ear (in any place), nose, lip, tongue, monroe, snakebite, eyebrow, and sort of bellybutton; I CANNOT STAND SEEING STUFF HANGING OUT OF PEOPLES' BODIES!!! eg. 'unnatural' piercings such as wrist, neck, some bellybutton piercings and elsewhere. Including 'downstairs' and anywhere else.

For example, not long ago, only about 2 months ago, my dad had surgery on his spine, and got a spacer sort of thing between his vertebrae. That's not what made me cringe. What made me cringe was receiving an mms of Dad laying in the hospital bed with a bunch of tubes and chords and BLERGH!!! handing out of his neck. Wow it was gross.

Anyways, now that you get how much I dislike foreign objects in the human body, lets get back onto my story.

As I was saying, in health, we were getting told about contraception and yada yada. At the time of which one of the doctors was talking about the rod implant (EEEEEW!!!!), I was sitting one seat away from the other doctor and thinking "Mmk. Ew. As long as they don't show us a video or something of it being injected or what it's like under the skin, I'll be fine"

If you don't know what the roc implant is, it's a 3ish cm rubber strip full of hormones they inject into your arm, just under the skin, and just writing that is making me feel sick.

Pretty well just after I had my thought, the first doctor said "I'd show you a video of the procedure, but I don't think I brought it with me. You know, I used to have the rod in my arm, so I'd show you it, but like I said, I don't have it any more."  I thought I'd caught a lucky break when she had said that because that meant I wouldn't go through he torture of seeing that disgustingness. But no. Oh no. As usual I was wrong. The evil other doctor I was sitting almost next to chimed in at that point "Oh it's alright. I've got the implant. Here, have a look at it!" My mood dropped immediately, and she rolled up her sleeve right away and showed the girl I was sitting next to and myself the implant. Then she pressed on it and it pushed on the outside of her skin and she kept doing it and EEEEEEW!!! is really all I can say. "You can feel it if you want to girls" she said. My god, retyping that makes it sound so incredibly seedy. So the girl next to me touched it. Of course, having the iron gut that I do I started dry reaching slightly, then my eyes teared up. Mmmmmm delightful awful feelings.

That's about all I have to say for that incredibly long story about health. Now back to my main point. After this fantastic happening, I felt 'off' for the rest of the day and this leads to my main theory of this being not only Reason Number 3, but my pretty much entire reason for not 'seeming like myself' today.

Thank you for reading another of my somewhat pointless and excruciatingly long posts. Sorry about the severe lack of photos, but I couldn't be bothered doing another of those 'comic' things  do. Good day sir. :D

I Am A Genius!

Well, I am officially the smartest person that I can control. Yes, that includes me and well nobody else :D

As I mentioned in the previous post, if i played my 'boyfriending cards' correctly I might just end up with one soon. I say this simply as an update and not to tell you how extremely happy I am with my life and boast to you. So I say: I am officially going out with Jack Eden :D <3 

This has been official for a bit over four days. And yes, I'm talking facebook official. How incredibly snazzy.

Sorry about the exceptionally short post, but you'll thank me for it for some odd, unknown reason someday :D

I've been cheating

I have indeed been cheating. No, I have not been cheating on my boyfriend as I am currently single, but if I play my boyfriending cards correctly, I might have one soon. Hehe. More on that later. Also, I have not been cheating on any tests (lately). What? Admit it, you must have cheated on at least one test at some point in your life! Who I've been cheating is is someone you know. Yes, I do know that you know this person. Because this person is (drumroll please)...................

YOU!

I have been cheating you because in my last 3 or 4ish posts, I haven't posted any pictures whatsoever. That 3 or 4ish was a guestimate by the way. As I have explained earlier, I feel reading restricts the senses which is slightly ironic that I post a blog which is relatively word heavy. This is why I 'constantly' post pictures or even videos of some description just to give the ol' brain a tad of a rest, and make your eyes work even harder.

Due to my inexcusable cheating you out of your whenever-it-is-that-i-post images, I leave you with this photographic recount of a sleepover adventure that I had with Billie and Winnie  three days ago.
PS. I thought it extremely necessary to add on about my current obsession with the best movie ever, Moulin Rouge. I find Ewan McGreggor to be extremely sexy in both look and talent. Aaaaaaah. But of course, the story-line is AMAZING!!!!! the music is AMAZING! its based in the iconic FRENCH burlesque house, Moulin Rouge, and other such things, although it was filmed in Sydney. But at least that means that elephant is in my dear old country and EWAN MCGREGGOR WAS HERE 10 YEARS AGO! :D I don't care if I was 4 at the time, it certainly still counts :D I am beyond absurdly proud of myself, because I can now play a fair whack of 'El Tango De Roxanne' from the movie on piano. ^_^ Wow, this is a long PS. So, please enjoy my sleepover shenanigans! (the photos are just from when we decided to have a photo sesh. sorry :D )

 A few seconds before this picture was taken, I was on the toilet. When I walked back into my room, I saw Billie wearing my sombrero and dress I got in Malaysia, and Winnie wearing a random dress-like creature she gave me a few months ago. Such great friends.

 Also, we figured out that if Billie leaned forward in my dress, she could make it look like she had a huge ass. Or maybe it isn't an illusion..

 I posess many chins and I know you're jealous. Stop wishing and start eating :D

 Stetchy cheeks and overbites all the way

 Stretchy cheeks and large teeth the rest of he way when stretchy cheeks and overbites fail

 (All photos following and including this photo that have us with our eyes shut/ sort of shut are from when we had a blinking contest - seeing who could blink when the camera went off)

 That is Billie's extremely long nose hair

 Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand one more thing. I got my hair cut/ dyed on tuesday and completely forgot to brag about it, so here I am now, wearing my super comfy bogan clothes (also known as ghanda pants, singlet top and sister's ex boyfriends hoodie :D )

Whether you can easily tell that it's been cut or now, it has. In this photo I'm leaning over giving the impression that my hairs longer, and it is darker :D TATA!

Room Cleaning Adventures

As a somewhat 'typical' teenager, my room is always quite the messy one. Just how I like it. It generally has a floordrobe, shoes everywhere but rarely any complete pairs, pillows all over the place and a select variety of food wrappers or containers. I also keep all of my beading supplies within my bedroom because I have been told off far too many times for my liking by both my sister and mother about clogging up all of the space in the cupboards in the rumpus room. I do have many more creatures of similar description lurking within my room, but I like them being there because it creates what I call my 'fortress of mind'.

Today was the last day of both term and semester, and so I finished school at 2.30 instead of 3.30, but due to a huuuuuuge uff-up with the busses at Joeys, I got caught in traffic so instead of it taking 5-10 minutes to drive home, it took about 25. Sigh.

Due to finishing so early, I had heaps of time to do nothing and procrastinate. But instead of being my usual self, I in fact did not procrastinate (amazing, I know)and completed my riveting assessment on the changes that occurred since Vatican II. Ah catholic school.

After I had finished this delightful task, I played piano as usual and then decided to return myself to my fortress of mind. Utterly bemused at what to do, I gazed around my room, looked at every photo and poor quality drawing upon my wall and sat down unable to make the decision of the pass time I would pass the time with until my internet came on. Eventually, as I was aimlessly searching around my room looking for something I could not find; I came across these beads of mine and began beading. How exciting.

My point? I dunno

Bye! farrk that was a terrible post

DAILYBOOTH!!!

HELLO! :D I'm suddenly in a very good mood and am about to go to my nan and pops place so thisll be reeeeeeeally short :D maybe. :D sorry bout all the :D's but :D . So have you ever heard of dailybooth?? I HAVE! If you haven't, it's like tumblr but a tad older I think; and hardly anyone uses it in comparison to tumblr. I myself don't have a tumblr account, but I suppose I could get one. On Dailybooth, your supposed to take a picture daily and booth it. hense the name. I'm terrible at this whole daily thing because nowdays I don't even go on the net every day D: for the 'last year me' this is suicide, but I just spend my days playing my piano or watching tv. How exciting! :D THE REASON I BRING UP DAILYBOOTH IS (shit, didn't mean the caps then, but cbf retyping that part in lower case)that I 'need' more followers! Actually, more blogspot followers would be flabulous, but for now, I'm crazed on DB. So suss my dailybooth: http://dailybooth.com/SnailOnABicycle :D

This is excruciating!

I am currently sitting in homeroom on my own on my table, looking awkward as ever because gosabel isn't here yet. sigh. Theres a bunch of skanks that will not shut up. My god they sound like birds squarking with all their business about getting the perfect boyfriend. It feels weird being at school so early (I got here about 8.20, maybe earlier) but I had to get here early because the sister and I got a lift with one of her friends because mother and father are in Melbourne to see a specialist for dad's back (he has really bad problems with it) and thus, Maddy (the sister) and I would have to walk to school if we didn't get a lift, and as implied before, Maddy's friend leaves really early. Sigh. The walk to school from my place isn't all that far, only about 3kms; except I hate walking to/ from school because of: wait for it...

THE HILLS

No I'm not talking about that awful TV show about idiotic blonde rich bitches,  I mean that I live on a very high hill, and about a km and a half away from home is a river, meaning that hill goes straight down, and then school is on yet another steep hill. Sigh. Really sorry about all my complaining, but I have nothing better to do. HOORAH! Ashleigh just arrived (another girl who sits on my table) NOW I'M NOT A TOTAL LONER!!!!!!!! :D You have no idea how flabulous that feels. And yes, I did intend to say 'flabulous', not 'fabulous'. Horizzle, Ness arrived too (yet another girl from my table) BUT BEST OF ALL: GOSABEL ARRIVED!!!! HOORAH! My god i sound desparate. Hehe oh well. As proof, I show you her stuff and mine on le table featuring her sexy face:

*snort* I am off! good daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

NEW! NEw! New! new! new. new..

(That's for an echoey effect I tells ya)
So. You may know that I love/ am obsessed with music. It really is my reason to live. That annoying the shiznit out of people :D Back in the day of a few months ago when it was on, I watched the Melbourne International Comedy Festival (on TV because I'm still too young to get into the comedy theatre). I absolutely adore stand up comedy and as previously mentioned, music. When you breed these two things, you get legends like Tim Minchin and Sammy J and Randy (to only name 2). This is why I am currently teaching myself 'Secret' - Sammy J and Randy. Heres what it sounds like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfqKV_JFR88&fmt=22 (I'd put the video in properly via linking it, but bloggers being a bitch and wont let me) I might post a video of my own piano cover soon, but not tonight :D

Good day to ye sir!