You always manage to remind me why I never wanted to drink in the first place. Why the idea of people drinking makes me uncomfortable - and only now can I begin to conquer that anxiety and realize that not everyone is like you.
to make everyone’s problems go away. To convince them everything is alright and they shouldn’t worry. I wish I knew what to say to brighten someones day; help them forget everything that was clouding their thoughts.
I’d like to make everyone that matters feel as good as they deserve to feel.
There’s some things that can’t be helped, but I can’t help but feel inapt because of it.
I’ve found a person like that. He makes every day great. Only 23 days till he puts an even brighter spin on my world.
A series of blog posts about all the little things that make up the most special person in my life.
In no particular order…
The way you’d let me fall asleep in your lap after school, and you’d play with my hair to pass the time because you’d rather let me sleep than go to the bathroom or even watch the TV to risk waking me up.
How you’d trek for an hour with two bowls, easy mac and a light bulb because I was hungry and had to stay at school to work backstage.
The fact you can put up with my stupid crap.
When you demand we got back to KFC and get a refund on my Pepsi because it’s too syrupy.
The way you finish my can of coke when I’m not looking.
The fact you want to dedicate your time to the world, and do your part to make it a better place - even if that means just making one persons day.
Just how hard you try when anyone asks anything of you; you really care.
Your passion for everything you do and believe in.
The way you always take interest in what I have to say - even when you can’t understand my accent.
You have enough faith in me to dedicate a year of your life to me - you’d fly half way across the world just to make me smile.
How you scream when your being silly.
Your gamer face.
The fact that, you’re so beautiful, even my family can see that.
Your willingness to learn and grow.
You don’t get mad when I take your glasses, and you stumble around blind while I laugh at you.
When the blanket monster chases me around the room and scares me.
When you do stupid things like Cherry Coke in wine glasses and a bowl of easy mac in celebration of our love.
Your Red hair.
When you try to smile as big as you can; when your whole face scrunches up. That’s adorable.
The function of this site is simple: it plays a sound of rain and thunder mp3 on continuous loop. It’s really soothing; I intend to use it when writing my story.
I think Daniel might appreciate this one.
Play pong with three browser windows! Use the directional keys and glide up and down the right side of the screen, I suggest tapping to get it there faster opposed to holding. Make sure your pop up blocked is disabled first or it won’t work!
—I’m one of the few fulfilling a new years resolution!
I challenged myself to come in the top three of at least 3 classes. To work hard and make an effort so I had something great to reflect upon at my graduation. It’s my last chance and it would be nice to feel proud about my work.
As of late I’ve had an unforeseen winning streak; and today I even found out I’m coming 3rd in Ancient History! Acing Drama, Art and History. Who’d have thought. And I have a good feeling about Extension 2 English… but in all honesty I have no idea how that work or if it’s even counted.
All that’s left now is hard work, if I keep trying my hardest there’s a good chance I’ll make it to the end of the year with some first places in my belt. That’ll be nice.
We officially have no life. No time to play buy and play Blaz Blu with Daniel. To watch a planned list of Zombie Films. To finish Bioshock 2, or defeat the Elite 4.
Maybe not even enough time to scratch my own ass.
But you know what I do have time for? Homework. I’ve already got assessments piled up for another 2 months. I don’t know if I should regret or cherish the time I spent relaxing. I think I’ll regret it at some point soon (Monday).
The first time I decide to go out and be a normal person who socializes and it’s the first damn time any logical person in year 12 shouldn’t go out. But that’s to be expected of me.
It be nice if I could go to every class but English Advanced.
I think it would decease my stress by 70%.
But I better stop dreaming. That’s not allowed in school.
Stayed over my best friends last night, this morning over breakfast we were all watching the television, Hayley’s mum had decided to clean out the closet under the stairs. Christmas gear, movie and game posters, trophies - an overwhelming amount of Doctor Who tid-bits until we came across something interesting.
I remembered Hayley putting it together sometime ago: The inside of the Police Box. But it would seem put away in storage for some time had taken it’s toll on the cardboard sculpture. Mangled, we began to discuss what she should do with it.
Hayley’s Mum: “Well, what do you want to do with it Hayley?”
Hayley: “It’s destroyed! What am I supposed to do with it? I don’t want to throw it out.”
Hayley’s Mum: “Well - you could have an end of holiday project to repair it.”
Hayley: “That won’t work… it’s ruined.”
Trish: “Well I suppose you could say - it’s Retardis”
You’re ridiculous. All of you! Hypocritical sons of bitches.
You’re not even logical! Opposed to sorting something out, you found more fun in trolling and exaggerating the situation - then tell us we’re talking bullshit?
"Do any other of your friends want their 2cents?"
How many of you does it take to slander one person half a world away? Because it certainty just doesn’t take just you!
Oh and I apologize that some people are decent enough to want to stand up to your bullying.
What do you expect of us? I’m sorry you had to ask my opinion. Something that wouldn’t have even gone as far as my own thoughts - but wait, I’m sticking my nose where I don’t belong? You asked for it. You asked for my damn opinion and I gave it and left it at that. There was no reason to be butthurt. We shared different views. Many people do.
And all you had to do was delete the slander, we could all have moved beyond this childish, pathetic bullshit. But no. You keep pushing and pushing and pushing. Someone was going to tell you to shove it sometime.
Both party’s are wrong. Just ones being more logical and less immature, ones the better man. We can think differently and leave it in the past. Not immortalize it.
But for some good news:
You finally did something logical by doing what you should have done a while ago. However now we have to wonder what crap you’re writing behind the safety of your privacy settings.
You and your followers - your friends who wear your ass as some kind of proud crown: Fuck you. Get over it and stop carrying on like children. You look like idiots - in your attempt to shame us you shame yourselves.
Edit: And for the record, Red Heads are the sexiest people alive.
To be pretty.
Or stop being surrounded by gorgeous women.
I wish I could wake up, toss on any old thing and walk out that door, bitch about my shitty morning and look stunning whilst doing so. It be nice to look cute in everything. I’d like to be charismatic and to be remembered. To have some kind of talent and direction. Nice hair that looked good any old way, skin with the odd blemish but I could be confident enough to wear my fringe back. I wish I could feel comfortable without my glasses. I wish I had style and some idea how to apply make up. Be cute and quirky
Maybe people see me differently,
maybe everyone has this same opinion.
But I don’t think they should.
I wish everything about me wasn’t so uncertain.