220910 - fashion conscious suicide

It's 10:40 PM, I'm listening to Remembering Sunday on repeat and it is now officially the highest played song on my iTunes (only 141 plays, not that impressive [I've only been using this user for a little while, otherwise the number of plays would be like a thousand plus]). Today was one of those days where you do nothing but feel exhausted really early in the night. Actually that's my life story. Nevertheless, at least I can blame tiredness for the extreme crappiness of this update.

My mum has these lollies. I'm not sure what they're called, she put them in a plastic container. But they are little tiny coloured cubes. And they smell like musks. And they taste like crap.
I just ate a purple one and it got stuck in my teeth.
I remember last year my sister bought home some awful cube lollies, but those cubes had sharp edges and these cubes have curved edges. I dont think they are actually cubes. More like...Cylinders.
I ended up throwing the cubes around my room whenever I got bored. They really hurt when I stood on them.

I realised before that my family doesn't have Christmas dinner on Christmas night. We have it on Christmas eve, because when I was younger and did Sunday school, we would have the play thing on Christmas night and it was too late for Mum to cook a roast. So we have this huge big dinner on Christmas eve and have chicken nuggets and chips on Christmas night. How classy.

Think about this:
Rachael/Reicheru <3 says (11:00 PM):
*i do not understand
*those sensored soap things
*cause you wash your hands after getting the soap
*so what does it matter if the bottle has germs
RACH. Y U SO SMART?

I get so upset when I lose a game of solitaire. I'm trying really hard to get my win percentage up. I'm going pretty well:
Games played: 988
Games won: 408
Win percentage: 41%
Is it slightly strange that I cannot wait to get to four digets or is that just really pathetic?

^ Those statistics were from last night. I admit, I did kind of write most of this blog last night and now I'm just editting it and such. My statistics now are:
Games played: 1032 (OH MY GOODNESS, LOOK, FOUR DIGETS!)
Games won: 431
Win percentage: 41%

I promise I will go outside this week, okay, so you stop worrying about me. Besides, I'm going to the beach on Saturday. That means a tan! Yay!
I have a really funny tan, like the top side of my arm is brown and the bottom side is white. Like, really, really white.
And my friends Matt and Cameron always make jokes that I have a green tan and that I'm scared of the sun (because I sit in the shade at lunch times). I always argued that I am not green, but I was sitting in math a week or two ago and I looked at my arms and thought 'oh my gosh, I'm green.'

Random question:
Have you ever had an 'online relationship'?
Yes and no. Like, it wasn't as if I had never met the guy. I'll just tell you the full story.
I went on this sort of like, summer camp, before I went into grade nine. Tina went on the camp too. As did another girl in my grade who I'm friends with, Fiona.
There was this guy there, I won't say his name. We got on pretty well and I maybe, sorta, kinda liked him. Then everyone started saying he liked me back (don't know how, 80% of that camp my hair was natural, oh the shame). Apparently he was going to ask me out on camp but that never happened. Anyway, the day that we were leaving, everyone was exchanging Facebooks and stuff. I got the guy's number/Facebook/MSN.
We talked a lot on MSN and he asked me out. I don't even know why I said yes, considering he lived so far away and it's not like we would see eachother anyway. We lasted less than a week, no surprises there.
I haven't seen him since the camp, but a certain someone decides to remind me every so often.
See, whenever we were going somewhere on the camp, eg. the beach (every morning), we would listen to "Veggie Tales" on the bus. They were singing vegetables and I thought they were the best freaking thing since sliced bread. Everyone would be all like "oh my God, turn it off, seriously" but I would sing along, really loudly.
And then there was this one song that went like, "Dinah won't you blow, Dinah won't you blow, Dinah won't you blow your horn..."
The girls Tina and I shared a cabin with decided to remake that song with "Jessica wants to blow (insert name of guy mentioned above)'s horn."
Kind of surprised me, a) because it was a Christian camp and b) because they were like, twelve.
Anyway, every time I annoy Fiona she starts singing that song and I die a little bit inside.

What a bloody long, boring blog. Enjoy!

150910 - wild nights and fist fights

I am so very tired meaning this blog shall be rushed and may not make x-amount of sense. I think that's what they say....X-amount? Anyway, I do not care in the least. I have just seen Tomorrow, When The War Began and it was incredibly incredible. Very close to the book.

This morning I woke up early, I even beat the sun up. I was over tired (I still am) and somehow ended up in a conversation with my mother and sister about Kiwi-fruit. At seven A.M. No-one's brain should be able to function properly at that time of day and we were discussing whether a Kiwi-fruit originates from China or New Zealand. I said China and we settled it by loading up Google.
I typed in, "where do," and Autocomplete came on. The second suggestion was "where does Justin Bieber come from?"
People really need lives. I can't really talk, obviously, though I am not stalking a seven year old girl.
Oh, and the Kiwi-fruit comes from China.

I have just noticed how much I hate my hands. They are quite small and I have tiny fingernails. It is a weird thing to notice but everyone has normal sized fingernails and mine are just little. I can't even wear fake nails because fake nails are too big for mine.
I do wish I had bigger hands.

I was doing exceptionally well in this update until someone decided we should play a game of truth or dare. Not blaming you.
Much.
It actually gave me an idea for a question.

Random question:
If the country was being taken over by Japanese and you were escaping, what three items would you take?
Laptop would be useless. Phone would be useless. Camera would die and hence forth be useless. I would probably take an endless supply of beef two minute noodles (they count as one object), a deck of playing cards (to feed my solitaire addiction) and some random who can play guitar (he is bringing his own guitar...and carrying it, too). But when the guitar breaks I am afraid I will have no use for him and he must go. Oh, that was mean. I'm sorry.

I am trying to sound more nerdy-blog-girl type tonight as Rachael has informed me that my blog is not as cool anymore. Apparently I don't sound awesome like I used to.

In other news, Sunday is national 'talk like a pirate day.' I have a pirate joke for you.
What is a pirate's favourite letter?
No, not arrrrrrrr, the mighty C of course!
Oh, I am so funny. Actually I stole it from Porno Music slash Comment Time on Community Channel.

I keep adding to this update because I had something I needed to say before but I forgot so now I am just typing random things to try to remember.

This isn't the important news but it is still quite amazing. Tomorrow is....THURSDAY!
Thursday is the best day, I think you are aware...I have told you before I think? A few Wednesdays back.
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be the best Thursday ever because it is the second last day of school meaning...BLUDGE DAY! Woo! Mind you, every day for me is bludge day.

I still haven't remembered what I was going to say...But I should probably post this so someone can go to bed. Oh, I should probably sleep too...

110910 - i'm a riot? you're a fucking riot!

I am afraid I cannot write anything due to the fact that I am talking to the boy mentioned two-three blogs ago. However, I shall try.

My sister is insane. She loves pop music. I do not understand.
Anyway, we went for a drive today. Here, there and everywhere. I was giving directions and we ended up over yonder *points* at the back of nowhere in bush lands. A wallaby jumped out in front of the car (we were going slow enough not to hit it) but Amy (my sister) screamed. And then she locked the door.
Amy, wallabies can't get into the car...
I also had a bit of a drive on what we THOUGHT was a deserted road. Turns out there was a lady behind us. We don't know how long for. Let's just say that I don't think my sister will let me drive again for a while.

It's almost 11:11 and I don't know what to wish for. I will probably miss it anyway, like always. I look at the clock when it's 11:12 and go "DAMN."

I hate the stereotypical view on teenagers all parents seem to have. The whole "no one understands me", "whatever", "leave me alone". It's bullshit, considering half of the time we aren't even like that.
Okay, wrong, a lot of teenagers are like that. But I'm sick of my parents thinking I'm like that.
But...Whatever.
(See what I did there?)
My dad always complains how my siblings and I don't do any work around the house. When I say he complains, I mean he gets into screaming arguments with us over it. If he knew some of my friends, I don't think he would mind us being slightly lazy.
My brother, sister and I do not drink, get high or sneak out.
We aren't failing at school (apart from me, probably), we don't get in enormous amounts of trouble, or wag.
He's crazy, my dad, I swear.

Didn't miss 11:11! Woo!
Still have nothing to write about though. Should have wished for writing ability.

It's really dark at the moment in my room and I keep hitting the wrong key, so instead of pressing the delete button, I press the scroll button and it kills my page.

So far this blog has been a failure. Let's hope my incredible random question fixes that.
Random question: (stolen from Tinny)(only amazing Harry Potter fans will understand this)
What would your boggart turn into?
This is a super, super hard question. I think it would either turn into a giant spider with five hundred eyes, a dead relative(or someone close to me) or a version of me without a mouth. Either way, I would probably cry...A lot.
Another thing I'm really scared of is bridges. But not like....Going over bridges. Standing under bridges. When there are cars going over the top of them. It's horrible.
I would also probably be very scared of someone using Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Total darkness. How horrible?
I'm not afraid of the dark. I just...Don't like it very much. There are murderers in the dark.
When I was little, if I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet or get a drink, I would stand in my doorway for about five minutes, listening really hard for any movements in case there was someone in the house. Then afterwards I would run to my bed and hide under the covers.

I think this blog is long enough. I shall just finish this game of Solitaire....
Ah, there we go.
Games played: 643
Games won: 231
Win percentage: 35%
Stupid win percentage, I swear it hates me.
Sadface.

Side note: NIC PLEASE DO NOT GIVE BREN A MO HAWK. Thanks.