Thursday, December 15, 2011

15/december - bed of roses

I was looking back at some old posts of mine, and I used to do a 'random question' every night. It's difficult to think of random questions so I generally just use Google for help. However, I just found a 'random question generator' which appears to generate questions that are random so we'll see how that goes. The first question that I got what 'what if I change it's name?' Very unspecific.
Well, my dog's name is Cosmo. He's a very good guard dog and sits if we say sit. What if we changed his name to Sit?
"Come here, Sit! Outside, Sit! Fetch, Sit!"
The poor dog wouldn't know what to do.

Okay, it's been 6 days since I posted. A lot has happened. Casper the friendly Ghost Fish died while I was at my sisters house. My parents thought it appropriate to replace him with four new fish. I haven't even named those fish, because it doesn't feel right. I have come to like them, but they will never be as loved as Casper was. A few days ago, one of the replacement fish died. It was sad. I have never flushed a fish down the toilet before, but I did, because it was nicer than throwing him in the garbage, right?
Also, I'm not sure if I mentioned but I have discovered a dead, decomposing sea monkey floating around on the bottom of the sea monkey tank. Depressing, right? I don't even know how to go about removing him. The sea monkey water is disgusting and there is a layer of slime across the top of the water. How does one clean a sea monkey tank? They are too small to scoop up.

Today I went Christmas shopping. Again. I have gone Christmas shopping a lot. Anyway, while in the shoe section in Target, I saw a group of three or four little girls. They looked about ten. One had dead straight hair and was wearing thick eyeliner. Her shirt didn't cover her belly and she was wearing high heels. She was the one who stuck out to me most, although the other girls were wearing make up and clothes that were way too old for them as well. This really annoys me. No matter how big your hand bag is, or how high your heels are, you're still ten. That fact will always remain. You should be playing with dolls still or something, not wearing trampy clothes in public. I can hardly stand people my age wearing clothes that spill out skin here there and everywhere, but at least they have hit puberty. They are (slightly) more mature. I also do not understand how their parents can let them go out looking like this? I don't think it's appropriate at all, to be honest. That's just me though. Kids these days are trying to grow up way, way too fast.
Rant over.

I have officially given up on the 30 Days of Thankful.

Friday, December 9, 2011

9/december - show 'em the ropes (30 days of thankful - day 11)

You have to love supermarket conversations. Whether you're going into the shop, coming out of the shop, or you're innocently shopping for groceries, it's impossible to avoid it. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing, often I see people who I haven't in a while and get to have a little chat. But when you see someone you don't particularly like, and they see you, and eye contact is made... The situation becomes difficult.

My best friend Marishka is going to Kenya soon, with Team Mission Australia. She'll be over there for about a month and will be helping build orphanages. It's things like this that just melt my heart. I am so incredibly jealous of her for having the opportunity to do this. My parents would never let me, but it would be such an amazing experience. Life-changing, probably. I would love to be able to help out like that.
How can I have fun over the Christmas holidays when my best friend is in another country?

Thirty Days of Thankful - I am thankful for my boyfriend's cooking abilities
Today Bren made cookies. One word: brilliant. I lied, here's three more words: BEST. COOKIES. EVER.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

8/december - both sides of the story (30 days of thankful - day 09 and 10)

Today my brother let me play his Pokemon game on Fire Red. When we were younger, if I was going to play Daniel's Pokemon, I had to beg him for a long time. Even then, I wasn't allowed to save and I was definitely not allowed to start a new game. This devastated me. Today, though, while playing his game, I realised how annoying it is to play another person's Pokemon game. I had no idea where he was up to, which badges he had and where I needed to go.
I am currently sitting on an exercise ball. "Exercise" ball. "Exercise" = Fun ,over sized. Fun, over sized ball. Does anyone actually do exercise on exercise balls? Correct me if I'm wrong but that's a silly use. Exercise is not fun. Exercise balls, however, are.

Thirty Days of Thankful Day 09 (yesterday) - I am thankful for the food at my tuck shop

Last night, my best friend and I were watching Supersize Me, the documentary on McDonald's. It was pretty awful. It was made in 2004, which is scary seeing as the statistics would have intensified dramatically in the 7-8 years since it's been made. In the movie, it showed how at some schools in America, the kids can purchase soft drinks, chocolate, fries and so on for their lunch. Every day.
About a year or two before I started high school, they removed the vending machine that they had. Plus the tuck shop started serving "healthy options" for lunch. When I think about it though, I'm fairly glad that they did that. Even though the sausage rolls look like newspaper, and sometimes the muffins are defrosted, I'd rather that than chips every day.

Yesterday I got a call back from St Vinnies op shop in my town. I put in an application online. The man sounded a little bit suspicious since I'm 15 and the people who usually volunteer there are 60. And older. I just think it's something nice to do over the Christmas holidays and saves my boredom every. Single. Day. Mum said that I'll get first pick of the things that come through, and that that will be the best part of the job.

10 days in, and I have run out of things to be thankful for. From here on in I am going to be thankful for ridiculous things.

Thirty Days of Thankful Day 10 - I am thankful for my hair straightener

My hair is curly. So curly. So frizzy. Unbrushable. I've given up straightening all of my hair every single day because that is pointless and difficult. Instead, I straighten my fringe, and put the rest up. But that little bit of hair that I do straighten, if it wasn't straight, I would look like a 12 year old. You think I'm kidding, but I'm actually not. Straightening my fringe and a little bit of mascara makes me look 15 and I am thankful for that. So thankful. Some days I just really wish I had perfectly straight hair, but that wouldn't even be that fun.