I forgot to give you the link to my new small blog!
How silly of me!!
Goodbye forever xoxoxo
thanks 4 all da fish.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I'll drown my beliefs
I wish, there was just a simple page, called like, 'I like Meerkats,' that I could like and be done with. I don't want all these pages like, 'having sex with other meerkats,' or, 'meerkat 4 president wouldn't that be funny!' i just want a simple, head on, see what I like kinda deal. Other than that, they're completely inaccurate, as I have never had sex with a meerkat and also, having a meerkat for president would be illogical and probably end in our countries turmoil, disregarding the fact we have prime ministers instead. There are too many pages in this world. We need a new plague.
In other news. wednesday night was eventful from about 9.00 onwards. Possibly the most hilarious moment of my entirety of life when at like 9.30 a group of like seven 12 year olds turn up at anni's house just as we're about to go to Tom's, claiming anni's 18 year old brother met them on the beach and invited them to play ping pong at her house with no warning whatsoever.
But making bonfires on the beach at night and sitting there for hours talking about life and looking at stars and drinking coke in disgusting bottles is fun. Especially when Liam burns his foot.
/Thats the cool thing about this place. you can come home at 1.30 in the morning with 3 guys smelling of ash and boys deodorant without your parents knowing where you've gone and they dont even care. Or maybe they were drunk. ...Actually yeah they were probably drunk.
PS: I have a new blog! :) :) :)
um pretty much this blog will just be me saying long, stupid, not funny at all things about my life, and this other blog will just be fun little short things that are fun and short and not awful like this one!
Um yeah doubting anybody will read it but hey thats fine because I love talking to myself lots!
In other news. wednesday night was eventful from about 9.00 onwards. Possibly the most hilarious moment of my entirety of life when at like 9.30 a group of like seven 12 year olds turn up at anni's house just as we're about to go to Tom's, claiming anni's 18 year old brother met them on the beach and invited them to play ping pong at her house with no warning whatsoever.
But making bonfires on the beach at night and sitting there for hours talking about life and looking at stars and drinking coke in disgusting bottles is fun. Especially when Liam burns his foot.
/Thats the cool thing about this place. you can come home at 1.30 in the morning with 3 guys smelling of ash and boys deodorant without your parents knowing where you've gone and they dont even care. Or maybe they were drunk. ...Actually yeah they were probably drunk.
PS: I have a new blog! :) :) :)
um pretty much this blog will just be me saying long, stupid, not funny at all things about my life, and this other blog will just be fun little short things that are fun and short and not awful like this one!
Um yeah doubting anybody will read it but hey thats fine because I love talking to myself lots!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
king of the mods
you know, i approach my bathers very similar to the way mexicans approach their tacos in that mexican ad about tacos. if that ad was my life, i would be the little mexican boy that says, 'why cant we have both?' except i would say it in english instead of mexican, to avoid confusing people. i mean wouldnt it be weird in conversation to be all,
'oh should we go to the beach?' 'yeah what bathers are you gonna wear' 'im i dont know maybe the red ones.. actually, 'gesbena las boshdsasd?'
also i cant speak mexican so that was gibberish. the point is, everyday, when raiding my closet, if i cant decide what to wear i just smash on a mixup of two different pairs. its insane. i just walk down the street mindfucking people.
but you know what they say, 'you only live once.' i mean, thats assuming you arent hindu and believe in reincarnation, when you can live several times, often as a plant.
actually, sometimes i wonder about plants. like sometimes i look at a plant and go, where the fuck does this plant end and the next one begin? especially with hedges. hedges fuck with my brain. like when they're really big, like metres long, is it all just one hedge? or a variation of a few hedges? cos i mean they look really intertwined too. like they're constantly spooning eachother or something. which then freaks me out when im walking home cos i have to see all these hedges loving' it up when to be honest, i dont even know if thats just one hedge giving itself a hug!
-these are the things that keep me up at night.-
'oh should we go to the beach?' 'yeah what bathers are you gonna wear' 'im i dont know maybe the red ones.. actually, 'gesbena las boshdsasd?'
also i cant speak mexican so that was gibberish. the point is, everyday, when raiding my closet, if i cant decide what to wear i just smash on a mixup of two different pairs. its insane. i just walk down the street mindfucking people.
but you know what they say, 'you only live once.' i mean, thats assuming you arent hindu and believe in reincarnation, when you can live several times, often as a plant.
actually, sometimes i wonder about plants. like sometimes i look at a plant and go, where the fuck does this plant end and the next one begin? especially with hedges. hedges fuck with my brain. like when they're really big, like metres long, is it all just one hedge? or a variation of a few hedges? cos i mean they look really intertwined too. like they're constantly spooning eachother or something. which then freaks me out when im walking home cos i have to see all these hedges loving' it up when to be honest, i dont even know if thats just one hedge giving itself a hug!
-these are the things that keep me up at night.-
BOLLO
Gahgahgah hullo.
walking home in the dark at 11.00 is scary and reminds me of exorcisms.
I HOPE I NEVER LIVE ALONE WHEN IM OLD! OR ILL HAVE A FIT! hahahah!
i'm going to make a fairly shabby adult, i daresay out loud via typing.
i like last night even though certain individuals -cough- tom -cough- have no idea how to play cheat and make the stupid mistake of putting down '4 elevens' and then not knowing whats wrong.
humor aside, i can cross table tennis off as another sport i fail at miserably, many thanks to liam for laughing every time the ball was in the vicinity of my personal space area. how my self confidence did not grow at all. i blame it on the fact it was 10pm, a time better suited for sitting down and watching how to train your dragon then practicing such arduous, intense sports such as ping pong.
its overcast again and i'm beginning to forget what the sun looks like.
remember that time when the sky was blue and clouds were just little, rare puffs of white velvety goodness?
-maybe if i start playing 'here comes the sun' then the sun will here come. ..s.
walking home in the dark at 11.00 is scary and reminds me of exorcisms.
I HOPE I NEVER LIVE ALONE WHEN IM OLD! OR ILL HAVE A FIT! hahahah!
i'm going to make a fairly shabby adult, i daresay out loud via typing.
i like last night even though certain individuals -cough- tom -cough- have no idea how to play cheat and make the stupid mistake of putting down '4 elevens' and then not knowing whats wrong.
humor aside, i can cross table tennis off as another sport i fail at miserably, many thanks to liam for laughing every time the ball was in the vicinity of my personal space area. how my self confidence did not grow at all. i blame it on the fact it was 10pm, a time better suited for sitting down and watching how to train your dragon then practicing such arduous, intense sports such as ping pong.
its overcast again and i'm beginning to forget what the sun looks like.
remember that time when the sky was blue and clouds were just little, rare puffs of white velvety goodness?
-maybe if i start playing 'here comes the sun' then the sun will here come. ..s.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Come with us now on a journey through time and space.
In playing street cricket last night, I discovered 5 things.
1: I suck at cricket, even when its on a street. Actually thats kind of obvious. I mean presumably the terrain on which I play cricket wouldnt make any difference to my ability, which it didnt. I just kind of assumed since it was on a street with bins as wickets I'd somehow transform into some affable superhero or something, which I didnt.
2: The fact I suck at cricket is even more obvious when, for the first half, I'm the only girl there with a group of mostly 17 year old boys who hold the capacity to not only catch a ball, but hit and bowl one too. I personally, am already struggling with the 'when a ball comes at you catch it' phenomenon, so the other 2 aspects just threw me off entirely.
3: However, the fact you suck at cricket and actually hate cricket doesnt matter when one of the guys there happens to look and act exactly like Shia La Beouf. And the situation is made especially better when you know he lives in Melbourne. And is extremely tanned. And when he hits the ball his muscles sort of..flex. And he has the cutest smile ever. Especially when he smiles at you. Never mind he's going into year 12. And is the brother of my friend. And is quite tall.
4: And its even more exciting due to the fact that, when riding a borrowed mountain bike strength scooter in the dark to get to annie's house and invite them to the cricket, he happens to answer the door. And since annie's washing up and wont be down there till later, he's the one that comes with me instead. and we proceed with a hugely romantic walk down the street. well, maybe not that romantic since I was on a scooter. And there were random children frolicking everywhere. But still.
5: My respect for Jack after discovering he loved scott pilgrim and radiohead has dropped a ridiculous amount in finding out his friends are mostly annoying knobs. Why does that always happen? Cool, nice, interesting people having stupid friends I mean. Do people crave popularity so much that they're willing to befriend some annoying slut or, in a guys case, some annoying dick to get it? Can't all these cool nice interesting people just befriend eachother so we can all sit around drinking juice and discussing the amazingness of pink floyd with dark side of the moon and the mighty boosh and maybe maurice moss?
If john lennon was here, I bet he'd help me out on this one. He'd tell us to, 'come together, right now' or 'imagine no religions' or something. or he'd wish me a merry christmas and tell me 'war is over.' Which isnt entirely to the point, but is a kind gesture nonetheless.
1: I suck at cricket, even when its on a street. Actually thats kind of obvious. I mean presumably the terrain on which I play cricket wouldnt make any difference to my ability, which it didnt. I just kind of assumed since it was on a street with bins as wickets I'd somehow transform into some affable superhero or something, which I didnt.
2: The fact I suck at cricket is even more obvious when, for the first half, I'm the only girl there with a group of mostly 17 year old boys who hold the capacity to not only catch a ball, but hit and bowl one too. I personally, am already struggling with the 'when a ball comes at you catch it' phenomenon, so the other 2 aspects just threw me off entirely.
3: However, the fact you suck at cricket and actually hate cricket doesnt matter when one of the guys there happens to look and act exactly like Shia La Beouf. And the situation is made especially better when you know he lives in Melbourne. And is extremely tanned. And when he hits the ball his muscles sort of..flex. And he has the cutest smile ever. Especially when he smiles at you. Never mind he's going into year 12. And is the brother of my friend. And is quite tall.
4: And its even more exciting due to the fact that, when riding a borrowed mountain bike strength scooter in the dark to get to annie's house and invite them to the cricket, he happens to answer the door. And since annie's washing up and wont be down there till later, he's the one that comes with me instead. and we proceed with a hugely romantic walk down the street. well, maybe not that romantic since I was on a scooter. And there were random children frolicking everywhere. But still.
5: My respect for Jack after discovering he loved scott pilgrim and radiohead has dropped a ridiculous amount in finding out his friends are mostly annoying knobs. Why does that always happen? Cool, nice, interesting people having stupid friends I mean. Do people crave popularity so much that they're willing to befriend some annoying slut or, in a guys case, some annoying dick to get it? Can't all these cool nice interesting people just befriend eachother so we can all sit around drinking juice and discussing the amazingness of pink floyd with dark side of the moon and the mighty boosh and maybe maurice moss?
If john lennon was here, I bet he'd help me out on this one. He'd tell us to, 'come together, right now' or 'imagine no religions' or something. or he'd wish me a merry christmas and tell me 'war is over.' Which isnt entirely to the point, but is a kind gesture nonetheless.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Making friends should be this easy everywhere.
God this is like the coolest summer ever.
I have no idea why but for some reason people are interested in me these days. And I'm social somehow ! Yesterday was lovely even though I had to spend like an hour watching boys play cod in some smelly boys room until they remembered I was there and whipped out their guitars. I find it funny though when you're the only girl with a group of guys and the only topics they rotate through is surfing/cod/music/cod/food/skateboarding/surfing, spending, oh, a halfhour on each topic. 'could do with a pie bro.' -15 second silence- 'yeah man.' -5 minute silence- 'sausage rolls.'
/probably cos they're from sydney so they have to play the 'super hardcore unintelligent lad' angle. you can tell by the pirate earrings. apparently 'aye, sir, nice to meet ye, where ye been hiding ye gold!" isnt as amusing a welcome to them as i thought it would be.
And today was wonderful because even though I awoke at the disgustingly early hour of 9.00am I spent 2 hours watching the mighty boosh and queen music clips until annie and her ridiculously hot shia la beouf lookalike only 2 year older than me so thats not too much right? brother came to my house and took me to the beach. fuck hes attractive.
/now im going to go spend a delightfully long amount of time scrubbing the seaweed out of my hair.
hopefully it will last at least 3 hours so i dont have to endure 80's movie night. '4 weddings and a funeral' somehow isnt too high up on my 'movies to watch before i die' list. go figure hey?
I have no idea why but for some reason people are interested in me these days. And I'm social somehow ! Yesterday was lovely even though I had to spend like an hour watching boys play cod in some smelly boys room until they remembered I was there and whipped out their guitars. I find it funny though when you're the only girl with a group of guys and the only topics they rotate through is surfing/cod/music/cod/food/skateboarding/surfing, spending, oh, a halfhour on each topic. 'could do with a pie bro.' -15 second silence- 'yeah man.' -5 minute silence- 'sausage rolls.'
/probably cos they're from sydney so they have to play the 'super hardcore unintelligent lad' angle. you can tell by the pirate earrings. apparently 'aye, sir, nice to meet ye, where ye been hiding ye gold!" isnt as amusing a welcome to them as i thought it would be.
And today was wonderful because even though I awoke at the disgustingly early hour of 9.00am I spent 2 hours watching the mighty boosh and queen music clips until annie and her ridiculously hot shia la beouf lookalike only 2 year older than me so thats not too much right? brother came to my house and took me to the beach. fuck hes attractive.
/now im going to go spend a delightfully long amount of time scrubbing the seaweed out of my hair.
hopefully it will last at least 3 hours so i dont have to endure 80's movie night. '4 weddings and a funeral' somehow isnt too high up on my 'movies to watch before i die' list. go figure hey?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
fanssss
I should really stop using the 'friendshippp thats the shipp i'd like to beee onnnn!' joke.
I should also stop blogging.
/Assuming nobody reads this anymore though since its so shit so THATS OKAY AHAHA I'LL JUST KEEP GOING.
Nobody can catch me now ! Not even a jamaican!
Come on, Asafa Powell, I'll race ye! Go on, get out of that coconut tree and act like a man!
I WOULD be writing things in my diary/creative thing/general book I do stuff in, except that I have quite nearly run out of space and want to SAVOUR it like a traditional french dessert, some might say. Or a roasted peasant.
I don't know why it's quite so bloody hot in this room at night. It feels like I've got the fucking devil breathing down my neck every five seconds, joyfully making me prod at a hot pit of fire and bathe in bowels of lava. -that was too dramatic but it's okay because i am the walrus.
I have accidentally superglued some pieces of rolling stone magazine onto my bedspread. This is inconvenient. And thats pretty much all the irrelevant, pointless pile of shit I can think of to numb your brains into a delicious desolate pulp for tonight.
-sleep well, non-existent friends!-
I should also stop blogging.
/Assuming nobody reads this anymore though since its so shit so THATS OKAY AHAHA I'LL JUST KEEP GOING.
Nobody can catch me now ! Not even a jamaican!
Come on, Asafa Powell, I'll race ye! Go on, get out of that coconut tree and act like a man!
I WOULD be writing things in my diary/creative thing/general book I do stuff in, except that I have quite nearly run out of space and want to SAVOUR it like a traditional french dessert, some might say. Or a roasted peasant.
I don't know why it's quite so bloody hot in this room at night. It feels like I've got the fucking devil breathing down my neck every five seconds, joyfully making me prod at a hot pit of fire and bathe in bowels of lava. -that was too dramatic but it's okay because i am the walrus.
I have accidentally superglued some pieces of rolling stone magazine onto my bedspread. This is inconvenient. And thats pretty much all the irrelevant, pointless pile of shit I can think of to numb your brains into a delicious desolate pulp for tonight.
-sleep well, non-existent friends!-
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