Sunday, 30 October 2011
Red Jeans Make Me Happy
My wardrobe is full of an incredible amount of colourful and/ or stripy clothes. Yesterday I added to this amount when I went shopping with my dear ol' mother as I was in desperate need of forms of pants. I think I prove my point by literally having nothing else to wear to town other than my school shorts because it was too hot to wear jeans i had grown out of. I hope you aren't looking for a long blog post today because as I say far too often, I'm too lazy to write a decent one. So please enjoy these pictures of me being happy in my new red jeans :D
(Fear not, I took far more photos than what is displayed. I did the same poses so many more times :D )
Monday, 10 October 2011
I think I'm becoming a 'girl'
Not to sound like I'm bragging, but my life is awesome :D
Why? Well heres only some of the thousands of reasons:
Why? Well heres only some of the thousands of reasons:
I have some rad friends (and these aren't all of them)
I CAN PLAY THE UKULELE! :D
The other day I discovered I could drink an orange through a straw
Then I discovered when the orange has it's rind grated off..
...it makes your hands orange. YAY FAKE TAN! :D
During the holidays my parents went to Brisbane for a few and a couple of days so I GOT TO STAY WITH NAN! :D
I have a cat. Cats are epic. And very warm when they sit on you.
HOORAY FOR VERY BREIF PHOTO UPDATES ON MY LIFE SINCE I LAST BLOGGED! :D
Btw, I have done a lot more with my life than what is displayed since my last post. For example, I did a 5 day intensive acting course in the holidays. Yay! (For those of you who don't know, today was the first day back at school after the holidays. TERM FOUR BEGINS WITH NO EVIL PROGRAM FOR ME! Take that year 8s.)
As for what the title implies, I believe that I am becoming more feminine D:
You see (and possibly have been able to thanks to the many photos on my blog and other SnailOnABicycle internetness), I am not a girly girl. I'm not fond of wearing makeup, I quite dislike wearing dresses and skirts, I can be brutally honest, sitting like a lady is rather uncomfortable and I proudly fart and burp in public then announce it - just to name a few of my unladylike traits :D
Quite recently, I had an epiphany (Hehe Tiffany had an epiphany). I noticed that over the holidays I had started becoming more girly. One of my 'seldom' heard phrases that myself and Izzy often exclaim is "LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS!!" And on TWO count em TWO occasions, I've worn leggings as pants D: with a long top although, but still D: So that might not seem so girly, but then I started shopping. And wearing dresses. And got my first pair of heels. Oh my. Not kidding by the way. Here's my proof:
This is what I wore to my sister's 18th. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S AN ADULT NOW! Her party was at a club in town, and I was allowed to go if accompanied by my parentals, or with a fake ID. But I don't have one of those so parentals it was! My dad had already driven Maddy and a couple of friends there already, so I went in with Mum and Dad and Maddy's boyfriend. It was rather amusing when we got to the dor because of course, the bouncer asked for Maddy's boyfriend's ID (he is of age btw) so he showed in, then I got asked but seeing I was with my parents, the bouncer then said "Oh wait, your the 17 year old. Ok you can go through" So now I am 17! :D
Thanks to my ridiculously 'long' attention span, I can't be stuffed finisheing this post properly. I do acknowledge that I went very off track too.
Hey, guess who's birthday is on Friday???? HELL YEAH I'M GONNA BE 15 ON FRIDAY!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!!! :D
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
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
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
Sunday, 17 July 2011
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
Saturday, 9 July 2011
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 )
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!
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