I took a hiatus from blogging for all of four days, which I think is the record since I started writing frequently in my blog. I think it's 'cos I meant to be writing about EXPO -which ROCKED; it was everything I wanted and so much, much more-, but then I just thought of all the things that happened, and the thought of it all just made me feel exhausted and I put the thought of blogging away in a drawer. A drawer I just recently opened. Simply because of guilt.
So here I am. I'm considering maybe splitting this into two blog posts, so I'm just gonna write this spur of the moment thing and see what I think once I've finished.
Ok, so EXPO.
I couldn't get to sleep 'til 11:15, because I decided that I really wasn't happy with my Haruhi ribbons and that they needed adjustments. Because my mum was stressed out about making my brothers and tweaking mine already, I said I would do it and left her to bask in her worries.
However, because I'm retarded, it took me from about eight, nine o'clock 'til 11:15 to finish it. Mainly because it was so fucking awkward and I managed to bend the needle whilst doing it.
When I was both tired and bored of doing it, I allowed myself to change into my pajama bottoms and went to brush my teeth. I immediately cursed myself for not doing that sooner.
See, there were two problems with that:
- I take ages to brush my teeth now, because of my mother, whose jaw needed surgery, and for said surgery, braces were needed; she was the one whom I had inherited this oral problem from, so I blame her. But I still love her really. So yeah, braces = fifteen minutes more in the bathroom from my original ten.
- Main problem: I'm always, and I always have too, been woken up by brushing my teeth. Seriously, I could be the most exhausted I've ever been, but all it takes is for me to brush my teeth, and I'm wide awake; it's the equivalent of taking about 17 consecutive expressos.
Therefore, I couldn't get to sleep for about another hour or so, and it didn't help that I was panicking about whether EXPO wouldn't:
- Live up to expectations.
- Be enjoyable for Kate or Jacob.
- Be enjoyable for Artur because I kept leaving him out subconciously.
- That I would look like utter shit and that my ribbons would look like crap and I only thought they looked good because of sheer tired-ness.
- That I fucked up my costume by drawing the stupid school logo that I suddenly decided would not complete the outfit.
- That because of the two previous reasons no-one would want to take my picture.
I know that the last reason will make me sound really vain and up myself, but lemme explain. See, I'm not, and I've been told this before, unnattractive, but, this I wasn't told though, but I'm plain. I mean, when Ben said it, I'm sure he meant in his eyes, but I take things the wrong way sometimes, and I know I'm not an interesting looking person in a good way, or in a bad way for that matter. I'm just nothing special-ish.
But at EXPO, I'm suddenly 'cute' and people like me and guys smile at me when we connect our gazes. At least, that's what happened last time. I dunno if it was the cosplay, but I did notice I wasn't the worst looking person there. I wasn't the best looking either, but I must admit I was one of the pretty girls there.
It's a real self-esteem boost to have nineteen year old guys wanting my picture, because I'm laughing incredulously inside, saying, "Dude, I'm fourteen. I couldn't do you if I wanted to."; at EXPO I'm glad I look older.
Oh God, I sound like a total slut, but I hope you guys know what I mean.
Regardless, I did finally manage to drift off, but when I woke up I was so tired I had to drag myself out of bed. To EXPO. That's how tired I was.
So after waffling around for a bit, Kate and Jacob arrived while I was tying my shoes. I opened the door and squealed at the brilliance of Kate's cosplay. I mean, she looked adorable. So freakin' cuuuute. But really pretty too, obviously, but then again, she always does, no matter what she says.
Jacob was boring. Didn't cosplay. Baka onii-chan.
Then I set eyes on my actual brother. HE WAS THE CUTEST THING I HAD EVER SEEN IN DA FOURTEEN YEARZ OF MA AWESUM LYF MOTHAFERKERZ. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I reminded him every minute of the car ride.
So we got in, and talked and babbled about how fantastic it was going to be. It really was just pure casual, non-important chit-chat that I was certain I would not remember in a few hours or so.
Then we got to London and the butterflies decided to not simply flutter in my stomach, but to slam and thrash violently against the walls of it. Great. It felt as if I hadn't realised just how awkward this was going to be.
So I ran out of the car, and by that I mean stumbled, and forcefully hugged Artur with a fake excited smile, and my insides churning.
We sat back into the car and the fun of awkward silences took over and greedily filled the air of the car, making the atmosphere of the car thick, unfriendly and uncomfortable. Isn't that just glorious?
Well, moving on.
The first sign that the day wasn't going to be so bad was when two excited twelve year olds called out, "Ah, Haruhi cosplay!!!11" and giggled whilst skipping over to the entrance. I sighed in relief and followed their initiative and linked arms with Kate, and we skipped over.
We queued up and the lack of in-common-ness decided to squeeze in between the five us once again. Yay for awkwardnees! Tis so fun, no?
But we soon huddled inside and the silence was not so noticeable. I mean, I was fine with Jacob, Kate and hell even Calvin, I just didn't like the idea of having to juggle him and the rest of my friends like I had to on Calvin's birthday party that one time.
Anyway, Artur was occupied by browsing at all the merchandise and I was occupied by looking out for attractive-ness.
Whilst in the marketplace, I bought a Edward Elric keychain and a Soul Eater poster, though the poster was bought when we were in it the second time.
I think perhaps people asked to take my picture the first time we were in, but I can't be sure. This time
so many more people asked to take my photo; it was brilliant.
There was.. hm, the most memorable were the guy by the stall, the guys that asked me to do a pose, the guy behind the stall, there were like three outside later and a few more I think. I lost count, and that's just amazing.
Memorable people I took pictures with: the attractive Link guy who I decided I would soooooooooooooooooooooooooo not say no to, Josh, Jason, the guy that cosplayed as a giant Death Note, the attractive Cloud from Final Fantasy, the Joker and Jack Sparrow.
Seriously though, the Link guy was like, 'Gah so so so so so pretty.'. I took a picture with him and he huskily replied, "No problem." SERIOUSLY. MY HEART STOPPED BEATING GAH <33333333333333333333333333. Lol, I wish he's there in May.
Josh and Jason were the ones me and Kate ran into the most throughout the day. At some point we went inside and they crept up behind us to give us surprise hugs, but then we turned around. Kate said, "You could still give us one if you want.", but Jason said that it wouldn't have the same effect.
Except that Josh gave me one anyway, which made my heart race and Kate whispered to me that my face had gone red.
I saw both them and the Death Note guy when we were having lunch, and the DNG was running past. I yelled, "Excuse me, can I-" but was cut short by him saying something about needing to be somewhere. He followed that by saying, "Come with me.", which made my stomach tighten, but I said no.
The Joker we found as we were going to buy food, and I smiled at him as we walked past, and he raised his eyebrows playfully. I was vaguely intimidated, because I wasn't sure if it was friendly or what. So I had to pluck up the nerve to ask to take his picture and he nodded and got up.
He was so Heath Ledger-like it was surreal. After Jacob took it, he, in a very Heath Ledger voice, said, "Have a card." I blinked and quickly said, "Kay." But then Kate's a bitch and took it.
He saw the picture of him on my dA though, on commented saying 'well done' and that he thought we were cute. And that made my day. <333.
And finally, Jack Sparrow touched my ass. Twice. Me and Kate took a picture with him, and I got the guts to ask him for a hug. As we did, he gently placed it there, and then lifted it up, only to put it back there but on a, er, lower spot. I shuffled off, wondering what I should think of it as.
I decided: flattering. And impressive. a) I'm fourteen, and the fact that a guy older than me thought it was attractive is just, agh, and b) it was a very Jack Sparrow thing to do, no?
Fair enough, I could have him arrested for harassment of those underage, but I think it was all just in the spirit of EXPO. Besides, it may or may not still have an accident, though I highly doubt that.
Then it darkened and we began to make our outside. On the way, we joined our second Caramelldansen line. And we were the first to join too, and about five more joined after us. That's when the Cloud guy videoed us. And as he walked along, filming each and every one of the 'dancers', I made the piece sign when it came to me, and our gazes connected; it was magical, XD.
What was cool was that he was with friends, and that one of the tried to join, but the other claimed that they needed to go. But he stopped to film anyway. That means he's awesome.
Eventually, we got outside and we did the Hare Hare Yukai for the second time and frolicked around and just were plain happy; what I love about EXPO is that if I did that in Brighton, people would've thought I was high, whereas at EXPO, people thought it was cute and took pictures.
Josh and Jason sat with us and laughed as we jumped down all the steps, in a kind of, "Ah they're kind of charming with their immaturity. It's vaguely cute." way.
We just talked to more people as we waited for my family to come pick us up, even after Josh and Jason returned, siad their goodbyes, and asked if we were gonna go in May. And that made realise that I not only wanted to to, but needed to go.
If you'd like picture, they're here: http://melinu.deviantart.com/gallery/. And now we've (me and Kate) a youtube account: http://www.youtube.com/user/catearsandribbons.
Gonna go now, because my fingers hurt.
XOXO.
Wednesday 28 October 2009
Saturday 24 October 2009
i do not care at all for the rain.
Therefore, did not care much for today; that's a lie. I am happy with what I did today and think it was rather productive.
I'm currently listening to Aly & AJ and eating dark chocolate. I really forgot how catchy their songs are, and how much I secretly indulge in their music that was never really good enough to reach the UK's charts, I think.
But let's start from the beginning of today.
I woke up and lazily thanked God, should he exist, that I no longer had to summon up all my energy and drag myself out of bed at around 6-6:30 every morning, for at least a week. I wanted to get up, for some odd reason, but insisted on making the most of my lie-in. So I laid in until it was around eight to nine o'clock. That's constructive. *
*The 'constructive' is silent.*
Actually, it was about twenty to nine, because as I finished brushing my teeth, which I take so much longer to do now due to the stupid metallic inconvenience on my teeth.
So I skipped down my stairs and walked into the kitchen, already wondering what I could have for breakfast. And by that I really do mean could, because what I really wanted was cereal, but I'm not masochistic, so I just had a fruit smoothie instead.
My mum then warned me that she intended to leave at around nine. I groaned; I had to get ready in twenty minutes. Isn't that just fantastic? Luckily, she added, "..ish.".
That meant around quarter to ten.
So I had my smoothie, and threw on a long sleeve purple top, my dark blue skinny jeans and my light grey cardie. My dad then looked me up and down, said nothing except: "It's gonna rain. Jus' sayin'."
Except he said it in portuguese, which is: "Vai chover, so to te avisando." Aren't I cool?
So I grudgingly put on my school shoes, which are water proof-ish, and my big, bulky green coat that I hate, hate, hate; it makes my broad shoulders look... broader? Eurgh.
What I hate more is when my dad is right, which is all the time. And even when he's wrong, he's right on some level, if that makes any sense.
So me and my mum went in from shop to shop, looking for a coat for me and some pieces of clothing that I enjoyed.
We stopped in New Look, H&M and Primark, because I love those shops and because I just wanted to do some quick shopping, and because I knew I could afford at least something in there. There was this really nice coat in New Look, and it reminded me of something Blair would wear in GG, and that meant I had to have it.
Then my mum mentioned that she would expect me to wear it everywhere, not just to school, so I decided to go for a more neutral colour than red. I decided to I liked it in black too, but that I'd want to look around first.
Nothing in H&M, but I was weighing on buying some gloves, which I really do need. I wish I bought some now. Dayum.
So we moved onto Primark, as we usually do; I swear I could not live without Primark. I swear to you. I'd say about 99% of my clothes that my mum hasn't got from my auntie, or her friends, or from random car boot sales, are from Primark; I'm a cheapskate.
We spent hours in there, and I was just throwing random tops into the basket, all about one or two sizes bigger, because, frustratingly, the clothes from Primark always shrink.
I found a really nice jacket, but some lady was trying it on; she bought it in the end as well, which was upsetting, because I would have enjoyed that coat more than she would. Keh.
I got about 4-5 tops I think, a pair of tights, a sweater vest and a black hoodie/cardie. I'msohappy. Really I am.
We also went from charity shop to charity shop, because we still hadn't found some black short for my brother's cosplay. And I still need to get the noodle sauce off of my Haruhi top. I'm gonna look like such a slut in my skirt; despite what my mother says, I think I've grown too much and it's shorter. Fantastic?
I mean, I'm hoping on finding a boyf at EXPO, but I don't want to get one just because I look like a 'good time'. My tummy's turning just at the thought of tomorrow; I've a good feeling about it. I've waited for this for so long. Gahhhh.
Seriously, all of my friends, with the exception of Lauren, have, or have had, a serious-ish (how serious can relationships be at our ages, really?) boyf, and I still haven't; that upsets me. I'm fine during the day, but when I'm laying awake at night, and I can't sleep, I imagine the near, hopefully, future where I'm a park, on the grass, laying down, with, who now looks like, Quantum, and we're talking, and I'm telling him all of my deepest worries and fears; I tell him I was so scared that I was never gonna be special enough for anyone to ever want me; I tell him that I know I'm not the most dull person in the world, but that my looks are so plain, that no-one will ever want to get to know me well enough to realise I'm not that normal; I tell him I'm so glad and feel so lucky that I have him, and that I'll never need anyone else, ever.
Then I hear the bathroom light switch on, or a door softly close, and I'll snap out of my daydream, and realise I don't have anyone after all. Then I bitterly laugh at my stupidity; why would Quantum ever want me? Seeing as he's most likely 19, and, with his looks, could have anyone he wants? And besides, what are the possibilities of us ever meeting again?
So I grab my bag and reach into to get my ipod, and then I have my next daydream, and this one is a more ridiculous one. This is the daydream that I never really want anyone to know about, except for Lauren and Kate, and Ciara if she ever reads this.
Ok, so, me and Kate once came to the conclusion that Q (Quantum) can sing and play acoustic guitar, because we can. So I daydream that I have a birthday party in a club (psh, leave me alone; daydreams aren't supposed to be realistic), and that there's a stage; Lauren, you've seen Angus, so it's like that.
Then, because Kate loves me, she found Q somehow, and got him to surprise me at my party. So, as I'm chatting away, a spotlight goes on stage. The room grows quiet, and we all face it.
And a male voice begins to sing the introducing line of Birthday by Quietdrive.
I'm falling into words I never knew,
Then, just like that, strolls onto the stage, Q, strumming a guitar, his eyes gliding over the room. When they meet mine, he locks it there and carries on with the song.
I never meant to say the words, "I love you"
The rest of the band run on stage and the room cheers and begins to scream and jump up and down.
But it's in my heart and it feels new
Is it true for you, is it true for you?
Of course you'd like to play that we'd be friends,
It couldn't stay that way 'cause we'd pretend,
But then I heard about your new boyfriend
Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong?
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I'm sorry 'cause I'm a shit face
I thought it was on a Wednesday,
A Monday or a Tuesday,
It's all the same to me
So what will make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These colors that we find
Look all the same to me
I know that you've been hurt but in the end,
I'd like to say it's worth all the things that we did
But now you've found me out, my inside's dead
What I have done wrong, what I have done wrong?
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I'm sorry 'cause I'm a shit face
I thought it was on a Wednesday,
A Monday or a Tuesday,
It's all the same to me
So what will make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These colors that we find
Look all the same to me
I couldn't take those things away from you
I've made mistakes, but so have you
We could have made it work but we lost
When you left and you didn't have to,
You didn't have to, didn't have to
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I thought it was on a Wednesday
What did all your friends say?
They're all the same to me
So what would make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These days, they go by
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
Then I found myself being pushed onto the stage and he takes my hands and smiles, continuing to sing the song.
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
And that's how far I get. Occasionally though, I listen to cute songs on my ipod, sung by guys, and add it to the Q concert. Because I can.
Gonna go find out what I'm gonna do about adjusting my costume now, Tata.
XOXO.
I'm currently listening to Aly & AJ and eating dark chocolate. I really forgot how catchy their songs are, and how much I secretly indulge in their music that was never really good enough to reach the UK's charts, I think.
But let's start from the beginning of today.
I woke up and lazily thanked God, should he exist, that I no longer had to summon up all my energy and drag myself out of bed at around 6-6:30 every morning, for at least a week. I wanted to get up, for some odd reason, but insisted on making the most of my lie-in. So I laid in until it was around eight to nine o'clock. That's constructive. *
*The 'constructive' is silent.*
Actually, it was about twenty to nine, because as I finished brushing my teeth, which I take so much longer to do now due to the stupid metallic inconvenience on my teeth.
So I skipped down my stairs and walked into the kitchen, already wondering what I could have for breakfast. And by that I really do mean could, because what I really wanted was cereal, but I'm not masochistic, so I just had a fruit smoothie instead.
My mum then warned me that she intended to leave at around nine. I groaned; I had to get ready in twenty minutes. Isn't that just fantastic? Luckily, she added, "..ish.".
That meant around quarter to ten.
So I had my smoothie, and threw on a long sleeve purple top, my dark blue skinny jeans and my light grey cardie. My dad then looked me up and down, said nothing except: "It's gonna rain. Jus' sayin'."
Except he said it in portuguese, which is: "Vai chover, so to te avisando." Aren't I cool?
So I grudgingly put on my school shoes, which are water proof-ish, and my big, bulky green coat that I hate, hate, hate; it makes my broad shoulders look... broader? Eurgh.
What I hate more is when my dad is right, which is all the time. And even when he's wrong, he's right on some level, if that makes any sense.
So me and my mum went in from shop to shop, looking for a coat for me and some pieces of clothing that I enjoyed.
We stopped in New Look, H&M and Primark, because I love those shops and because I just wanted to do some quick shopping, and because I knew I could afford at least something in there. There was this really nice coat in New Look, and it reminded me of something Blair would wear in GG, and that meant I had to have it.
Then my mum mentioned that she would expect me to wear it everywhere, not just to school, so I decided to go for a more neutral colour than red. I decided to I liked it in black too, but that I'd want to look around first.
Nothing in H&M, but I was weighing on buying some gloves, which I really do need. I wish I bought some now. Dayum.
So we moved onto Primark, as we usually do; I swear I could not live without Primark. I swear to you. I'd say about 99% of my clothes that my mum hasn't got from my auntie, or her friends, or from random car boot sales, are from Primark; I'm a cheapskate.
We spent hours in there, and I was just throwing random tops into the basket, all about one or two sizes bigger, because, frustratingly, the clothes from Primark always shrink.
I found a really nice jacket, but some lady was trying it on; she bought it in the end as well, which was upsetting, because I would have enjoyed that coat more than she would. Keh.
I got about 4-5 tops I think, a pair of tights, a sweater vest and a black hoodie/cardie. I'msohappy. Really I am.
We also went from charity shop to charity shop, because we still hadn't found some black short for my brother's cosplay. And I still need to get the noodle sauce off of my Haruhi top. I'm gonna look like such a slut in my skirt; despite what my mother says, I think I've grown too much and it's shorter. Fantastic?
I mean, I'm hoping on finding a boyf at EXPO, but I don't want to get one just because I look like a 'good time'. My tummy's turning just at the thought of tomorrow; I've a good feeling about it. I've waited for this for so long. Gahhhh.
Seriously, all of my friends, with the exception of Lauren, have, or have had, a serious-ish (how serious can relationships be at our ages, really?) boyf, and I still haven't; that upsets me. I'm fine during the day, but when I'm laying awake at night, and I can't sleep, I imagine the near, hopefully, future where I'm a park, on the grass, laying down, with, who now looks like, Quantum, and we're talking, and I'm telling him all of my deepest worries and fears; I tell him I was so scared that I was never gonna be special enough for anyone to ever want me; I tell him that I know I'm not the most dull person in the world, but that my looks are so plain, that no-one will ever want to get to know me well enough to realise I'm not that normal; I tell him I'm so glad and feel so lucky that I have him, and that I'll never need anyone else, ever.
Then I hear the bathroom light switch on, or a door softly close, and I'll snap out of my daydream, and realise I don't have anyone after all. Then I bitterly laugh at my stupidity; why would Quantum ever want me? Seeing as he's most likely 19, and, with his looks, could have anyone he wants? And besides, what are the possibilities of us ever meeting again?
So I grab my bag and reach into to get my ipod, and then I have my next daydream, and this one is a more ridiculous one. This is the daydream that I never really want anyone to know about, except for Lauren and Kate, and Ciara if she ever reads this.
Ok, so, me and Kate once came to the conclusion that Q (Quantum) can sing and play acoustic guitar, because we can. So I daydream that I have a birthday party in a club (psh, leave me alone; daydreams aren't supposed to be realistic), and that there's a stage; Lauren, you've seen Angus, so it's like that.
Then, because Kate loves me, she found Q somehow, and got him to surprise me at my party. So, as I'm chatting away, a spotlight goes on stage. The room grows quiet, and we all face it.
And a male voice begins to sing the introducing line of Birthday by Quietdrive.
I'm falling into words I never knew,
Then, just like that, strolls onto the stage, Q, strumming a guitar, his eyes gliding over the room. When they meet mine, he locks it there and carries on with the song.
I never meant to say the words, "I love you"
The rest of the band run on stage and the room cheers and begins to scream and jump up and down.
But it's in my heart and it feels new
Is it true for you, is it true for you?
Of course you'd like to play that we'd be friends,
It couldn't stay that way 'cause we'd pretend,
But then I heard about your new boyfriend
Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong?
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I'm sorry 'cause I'm a shit face
I thought it was on a Wednesday,
A Monday or a Tuesday,
It's all the same to me
So what will make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These colors that we find
Look all the same to me
I know that you've been hurt but in the end,
I'd like to say it's worth all the things that we did
But now you've found me out, my inside's dead
What I have done wrong, what I have done wrong?
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I'm sorry 'cause I'm a shit face
I thought it was on a Wednesday,
A Monday or a Tuesday,
It's all the same to me
So what will make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These colors that we find
Look all the same to me
I couldn't take those things away from you
I've made mistakes, but so have you
We could have made it work but we lost
When you left and you didn't have to,
You didn't have to, didn't have to
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday,
I thought it was on a Wednesday
What did all your friends say?
They're all the same to me
So what would make you happy?
Tell me 'cause I'm sorry
These days, they go by
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
Then I found myself being pushed onto the stage and he takes my hands and smiles, continuing to sing the song.
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
Feel all the same to me
And that's how far I get. Occasionally though, I listen to cute songs on my ipod, sung by guys, and add it to the Q concert. Because I can.
Gonna go find out what I'm gonna do about adjusting my costume now, Tata.
XOXO.
Wednesday 21 October 2009
what should i call this post?
Indeed.
HEY!11. How is everyone? And by that I mean those who actually bother to read my blog, because they are simply too nice for words. Really. I love all of you that actually bother.
I have already gotten quite used to my braces; is that normal? I am simply just being naïve and it's about to take a turn for the worse? And that is a genuine question. I would like people's support if you don't mind.
I could barely eat my lunch today, and had to pick at it so that it was in tiny, non-chewable pieces that would need, er, no chewing. Or would not get any bits of food in them. That would just be more unattractive than my face. And that would just be a leetle too cruel for da rest of da world. Do you like my 'gangsta' lingo? I iz so cool.
I really don't know what to blog about. Isn't that fun.
Kobato is cute. Kewt. KEEEEEEEEEEEWT. Like a newt. See what I did there? Rhyming is so much fun. Ahaha.
The bus ride was extremely fun today. I thought about how I would look back on my bus rides as one of the best times of my life. That and the conversation me, Lauren, Kate and Sophie had on that one cold day where it was sos funny I didn't wanna go home. I just thought that I'm glad I know people like them and that I get the bus that I do, because it means I'll have something to look back upon, should my life be miserable, when I'm older.
Gah I'm watching the NC's review of Casper, and he just got onto the part where he was making fun of Casper when he was telling the girl, Kat/Cat, how he died. And I cried. I really should be moved emotionally less. Gah.
I had English today. To be honest, everyone else getting A and A*'s is making me feel so much less special. But at least he hasn't told anyone they could be an author. That is the only thing that makes me feel a leetle chuffed. I think, or hope, that it's because I not only can do the techniques, but that they flow? If you know what I mean.
I mean, me and Kate discussed this, and I think Emily is the opposite. I think she just uses them mechanically, and the actual content and plot is not that good. I mean, she thinks the HON (House of Night) books are good. And she thought George's was good, though that may only be because she's biased.
But seriously, George's story was just so pointless. I mean, it was just him.He has such an uncreative and bland mind that he actually needed to give his character the same style, personality, interests and name as him. That's just pathetic. I mean, sure, Harriet, my character for my Peter Pan ff, which I also used for my original story, is based on me, but once I get into the story, she'll be different.
I think that she's mature, but only because she felt the need to, because her mother died, and she felt like she had to take over her place. And she'll just come out of her shell and let loose when she arrives in Neverland. I guess that's similar to Jane, but I'll make her different somehow.
Also that he used Emily in his story. That's just eurgh. Seriously. It's fine to give in as a present to her, but eurgh, I dunno. I had a problem with it.
And the end; wtf?! It said, and I quote:
" 'Do you love me?' she whispered.
'Of course I do.' I replied.
'Then let me go.'"
Therefore, I assumed that the girl he talked to and hanged out with was dead, or simply a mirage of someone he had left behind as he moved to Brighton (isn't that just sad? His character moved to where he lives in this moment in time. Be a tad more fucking creative for fuck's sake if you didn't want a B). It couldn't be someone he just met, because the amount of consecutive time they spent together was about 3 hours, and that's if I'm being nice, henceforth, they couldn't be in love.
So I asked him, and he said, "No. She never existed."
So, er, how could he be in love with her? I hate to be the one to call bullshit, but yeah. I guess that's his actual situation with Emily though; it's bs that he loves her too. It's just a relationship for the sake of it. He doesn't need her. If she wasn't with him, he would not feel any void in his life whatsoever. And I am not sorry.
I talked to Leah about it, and she agreed that the story really wasn't that good at all. He got a B because Sir, and he -Sir that is- even said it himself, gave him the benefit of the doubt.
I thought Leah's was pretty good, but, then again, she could always refer to Twilight or Midnight Sun for hers, since it's just the Twilight biology lab scene where Bella and Edward first see each other, and I even recognised some phrases and stuff in her text from them. I love Leah, but her vocabulary is pretty limited (because she rarely reads, and when she does, it's something famous; I know for a fact she hardly ever goes into a library and picks out a random book that looks interesting, or a book that she hasn't heard of or one someone didn't recommended to her), so I know she definitely did not write that all by herself.
Her ideas are good, but I don't think she can translate them into words well enough for it to do her ideas justice.
Both George and Leah really don't strike me as writing people.
Then again, seeing as they never practise, they're ok I guess. I mean, I fucking write my ass off, and that's how I got my A*. I pay attention to how authors write and etc, so I can always keep learning and improving; writing is my life.
Sir asked me once if I wrote in my spare time, and I replied, "Probably more than I should, yeah."
I really do believe it's unhealthy how often I write.
So I'm going to stop now, because my fingers hurt. And I believe I'll have to go have dinner soon anyway.
Tallyho.
HEY!11. How is everyone? And by that I mean those who actually bother to read my blog, because they are simply too nice for words. Really. I love all of you that actually bother.
I have already gotten quite used to my braces; is that normal? I am simply just being naïve and it's about to take a turn for the worse? And that is a genuine question. I would like people's support if you don't mind.
I could barely eat my lunch today, and had to pick at it so that it was in tiny, non-chewable pieces that would need, er, no chewing. Or would not get any bits of food in them. That would just be more unattractive than my face. And that would just be a leetle too cruel for da rest of da world. Do you like my 'gangsta' lingo? I iz so cool.
I really don't know what to blog about. Isn't that fun.
Kobato is cute. Kewt. KEEEEEEEEEEEWT. Like a newt. See what I did there? Rhyming is so much fun. Ahaha.
The bus ride was extremely fun today. I thought about how I would look back on my bus rides as one of the best times of my life. That and the conversation me, Lauren, Kate and Sophie had on that one cold day where it was sos funny I didn't wanna go home. I just thought that I'm glad I know people like them and that I get the bus that I do, because it means I'll have something to look back upon, should my life be miserable, when I'm older.
Gah I'm watching the NC's review of Casper, and he just got onto the part where he was making fun of Casper when he was telling the girl, Kat/Cat, how he died. And I cried. I really should be moved emotionally less. Gah.
I had English today. To be honest, everyone else getting A and A*'s is making me feel so much less special. But at least he hasn't told anyone they could be an author. That is the only thing that makes me feel a leetle chuffed. I think, or hope, that it's because I not only can do the techniques, but that they flow? If you know what I mean.
I mean, me and Kate discussed this, and I think Emily is the opposite. I think she just uses them mechanically, and the actual content and plot is not that good. I mean, she thinks the HON (House of Night) books are good. And she thought George's was good, though that may only be because she's biased.
But seriously, George's story was just so pointless. I mean, it was just him.He has such an uncreative and bland mind that he actually needed to give his character the same style, personality, interests and name as him. That's just pathetic. I mean, sure, Harriet, my character for my Peter Pan ff, which I also used for my original story, is based on me, but once I get into the story, she'll be different.
I think that she's mature, but only because she felt the need to, because her mother died, and she felt like she had to take over her place. And she'll just come out of her shell and let loose when she arrives in Neverland. I guess that's similar to Jane, but I'll make her different somehow.
Also that he used Emily in his story. That's just eurgh. Seriously. It's fine to give in as a present to her, but eurgh, I dunno. I had a problem with it.
And the end; wtf?! It said, and I quote:
" 'Do you love me?' she whispered.
'Of course I do.' I replied.
'Then let me go.'"
Therefore, I assumed that the girl he talked to and hanged out with was dead, or simply a mirage of someone he had left behind as he moved to Brighton (isn't that just sad? His character moved to where he lives in this moment in time. Be a tad more fucking creative for fuck's sake if you didn't want a B). It couldn't be someone he just met, because the amount of consecutive time they spent together was about 3 hours, and that's if I'm being nice, henceforth, they couldn't be in love.
So I asked him, and he said, "No. She never existed."
So, er, how could he be in love with her? I hate to be the one to call bullshit, but yeah. I guess that's his actual situation with Emily though; it's bs that he loves her too. It's just a relationship for the sake of it. He doesn't need her. If she wasn't with him, he would not feel any void in his life whatsoever. And I am not sorry.
I talked to Leah about it, and she agreed that the story really wasn't that good at all. He got a B because Sir, and he -Sir that is- even said it himself, gave him the benefit of the doubt.
I thought Leah's was pretty good, but, then again, she could always refer to Twilight or Midnight Sun for hers, since it's just the Twilight biology lab scene where Bella and Edward first see each other, and I even recognised some phrases and stuff in her text from them. I love Leah, but her vocabulary is pretty limited (because she rarely reads, and when she does, it's something famous; I know for a fact she hardly ever goes into a library and picks out a random book that looks interesting, or a book that she hasn't heard of or one someone didn't recommended to her), so I know she definitely did not write that all by herself.
Her ideas are good, but I don't think she can translate them into words well enough for it to do her ideas justice.
Both George and Leah really don't strike me as writing people.
Then again, seeing as they never practise, they're ok I guess. I mean, I fucking write my ass off, and that's how I got my A*. I pay attention to how authors write and etc, so I can always keep learning and improving; writing is my life.
Sir asked me once if I wrote in my spare time, and I replied, "Probably more than I should, yeah."
I really do believe it's unhealthy how often I write.
So I'm going to stop now, because my fingers hurt. And I believe I'll have to go have dinner soon anyway.
Tallyho.
Tuesday 20 October 2009
confusing films, grey days and braces.
Wow I have a lot (alot?) to blog about.
Ok, let's start with the weekend. Kate came round, but previously we went to town. We ran into Lauren and Sophie as we left the Starbucks in Border's, and walked around with them for the day. They seemed to have a purpose for being in town, whereas, we, did not, so we didn't mind. It did frustrate me so, however, that the one thing I wished to purchase were my white, knee-height socks for my Alice look, and they were not in Primark. Angst -love you Kate.
Listening to the new HeyKelsey cover. New Shoes. She looks very, and unfairly, pretty.
To add my my angstness, they did not have a rabbit for my necklace. Eurgh, life clearly has a distaste for me.
Me and Kate went to the Japanese shop to browse and not buy, but I swear we will one day, because the lady in there is just so lovely. She's going to Anime EXPO too. I love how she called it 'Expo'. Seems too hardcore for me though.
Anyway, we eventually did go meet Lauren and Sophie in the Pavillion Gardens, because 'tis tradition to go there now. As we did there were some random chavs from our school that were wannabe 'popular crowd' peeps. They kept calling me Leah. I didn't turn around, even though they were calling me, because I believe that is not my name.
I haven't laughed in so long. I do adore Sophie, she's just naturally funny. I love her stories about her house though; they are the best. Besides, her laughter is majorly contagious, and then so is Lauren's. Put them together and my sides just hurt from laughing too much.
I was aware that it was getting late, but I really didn't wanna go home. So it was dark by the time me and Kate were at the bus stop.
We got home, and went straight upstairs and bitched. And laughed about our three favourite people: Sean, Alex Lines, and James. And a leetle bit about Matt Garnes, because he is also amusing.
Ah, we now have Sean voices. We usually don't realise until the other says at the end: "... 'Cos we're all Sean here." Or something along the lines of said sentence.
After dinner, we carried on, but we eventually moved onto being downstairs. There we watched The Pursuit of Happiness, and I realised I was alive because I needed to meet Jaden Smith -Will Smith's son, because he is the epitome of adorable. Usually, actors that are so young and so cute just get away with being ok, if not bad, actors. But I believe his performance was natural and acceptable. And more than that; it was adorable.
Then I read some manga on the PC in between bitching and eating vanilla ice cream, straight from the pot.
The next day we went to the park and bitched, and then we went to the cinema.
Ok, so... The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnasuss. Or something or rather.
It was not as good as I expected it to be. If I were a critic, I would give it three stars, simply because it was so good to see Heath Ledger again. Despite his British accent slowly slipping into his natural Australian one. Also, because of the smooth, slick Devil, whose accent was appealing.
In addition, Johnny Depp ftw. Jude Law and Colin Farell are cute too, but they have nothing on Depp. Besides, let's face it, Jack Sparrow is sexy, and now I always notice traits of Jack Sparrow in other Johnny Depp's acting jobs. Therefore, a leetle bit of Sparrow was in this film.
Regardless, it was intricate and confusing and I felt like I was watching a sequel to an obscure film I had not watched previously. I mean, I know reading in between the lines is not my forte, but I know I am not that bad. It felt like it was one of those films I would 'understand when I was older', but I don't think it will make any more sense in the years to come.
I really don't wanna get into it right now, so I won't. Google it, wikipedia it, whatever.
Ok, about the now. I now have braces. Isn't that fun? Taste the sarcasm -really Kate, I love you so much.
They are scratching against the inside of my upper lip and bottom lip. I can taste the blood. They don't look too bad I don't think. I could look worse I guess. I mean, I'm already unattractive, and I guess nothing can contribute to that any more.
But I'm gonna be a Haruhi with braces, and that makes me want to bawl. I mean, it's just so not Haruhi. And now I have a limit to the stuff I put in my mouth (ooh, kinky, no?). No chewing gum and sticky things (ooh, kinkier, no?). That means no caramel. I shall miss my Rolos. I should have eaten them when I had the chance *sob*.
I'm a little bit bored of writing now, because I've vented all my internal frustrations (and sexual ones? ohh. i'msokinky).
Byebye.
Ok, let's start with the weekend. Kate came round, but previously we went to town. We ran into Lauren and Sophie as we left the Starbucks in Border's, and walked around with them for the day. They seemed to have a purpose for being in town, whereas, we, did not, so we didn't mind. It did frustrate me so, however, that the one thing I wished to purchase were my white, knee-height socks for my Alice look, and they were not in Primark. Angst -love you Kate.
Listening to the new HeyKelsey cover. New Shoes. She looks very, and unfairly, pretty.
To add my my angstness, they did not have a rabbit for my necklace. Eurgh, life clearly has a distaste for me.
Me and Kate went to the Japanese shop to browse and not buy, but I swear we will one day, because the lady in there is just so lovely. She's going to Anime EXPO too. I love how she called it 'Expo'. Seems too hardcore for me though.
Anyway, we eventually did go meet Lauren and Sophie in the Pavillion Gardens, because 'tis tradition to go there now. As we did there were some random chavs from our school that were wannabe 'popular crowd' peeps. They kept calling me Leah. I didn't turn around, even though they were calling me, because I believe that is not my name.
I haven't laughed in so long. I do adore Sophie, she's just naturally funny. I love her stories about her house though; they are the best. Besides, her laughter is majorly contagious, and then so is Lauren's. Put them together and my sides just hurt from laughing too much.
I was aware that it was getting late, but I really didn't wanna go home. So it was dark by the time me and Kate were at the bus stop.
We got home, and went straight upstairs and bitched. And laughed about our three favourite people: Sean, Alex Lines, and James. And a leetle bit about Matt Garnes, because he is also amusing.
Ah, we now have Sean voices. We usually don't realise until the other says at the end: "... 'Cos we're all Sean here." Or something along the lines of said sentence.
After dinner, we carried on, but we eventually moved onto being downstairs. There we watched The Pursuit of Happiness, and I realised I was alive because I needed to meet Jaden Smith -Will Smith's son, because he is the epitome of adorable. Usually, actors that are so young and so cute just get away with being ok, if not bad, actors. But I believe his performance was natural and acceptable. And more than that; it was adorable.
Then I read some manga on the PC in between bitching and eating vanilla ice cream, straight from the pot.
The next day we went to the park and bitched, and then we went to the cinema.
Ok, so... The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnasuss. Or something or rather.
It was not as good as I expected it to be. If I were a critic, I would give it three stars, simply because it was so good to see Heath Ledger again. Despite his British accent slowly slipping into his natural Australian one. Also, because of the smooth, slick Devil, whose accent was appealing.
In addition, Johnny Depp ftw. Jude Law and Colin Farell are cute too, but they have nothing on Depp. Besides, let's face it, Jack Sparrow is sexy, and now I always notice traits of Jack Sparrow in other Johnny Depp's acting jobs. Therefore, a leetle bit of Sparrow was in this film.
Regardless, it was intricate and confusing and I felt like I was watching a sequel to an obscure film I had not watched previously. I mean, I know reading in between the lines is not my forte, but I know I am not that bad. It felt like it was one of those films I would 'understand when I was older', but I don't think it will make any more sense in the years to come.
I really don't wanna get into it right now, so I won't. Google it, wikipedia it, whatever.
Ok, about the now. I now have braces. Isn't that fun? Taste the sarcasm -really Kate, I love you so much.
They are scratching against the inside of my upper lip and bottom lip. I can taste the blood. They don't look too bad I don't think. I could look worse I guess. I mean, I'm already unattractive, and I guess nothing can contribute to that any more.
But I'm gonna be a Haruhi with braces, and that makes me want to bawl. I mean, it's just so not Haruhi. And now I have a limit to the stuff I put in my mouth (ooh, kinky, no?). No chewing gum and sticky things (ooh, kinkier, no?). That means no caramel. I shall miss my Rolos. I should have eaten them when I had the chance *sob*.
I'm a little bit bored of writing now, because I've vented all my internal frustrations (and sexual ones? ohh. i'msokinky).
Byebye.
Friday 16 October 2009
this post will include german.
It's true foo. It shall. This is because I was just writing my German speech and thought if any German people should come across my blog, they could maybe comment on how shit it is? Or possibly how good? Hopefully it's not that shit, because my GCSEs depend on it.
But before, I'm going to blog about all the stuff I thought to blog about but, annoyingly, can't remember at the moment. Eurgh. Gonna try my best so here goes.
The highlight of my day usually is my English lesson, should I have one that day. Today I did. And it was fourth lesson/period. I'm guessing the few that read my blog, except for Lauren and Kate, are American, so I'll say period.
The last three people did their speeches today: Michaela, Charlie and Kris. Not really in that order though. So, there were okay I guess, nothing too entertaining. I did like Michaela's because she talked about Florence and the Machine and she had Esme and Claudia play some sample of their music and I liked it; twas different. Good different, not the one where people just say it instead of saying 'it's shit'.
Regardless, as he walked around talking to people about their Original Writing, I plucked up the courage to ask him if it was too late to attempt to get an A* for my story, seeing as my draft got me and A and that was what I assumed I got overall. Then he smiled and said that he had already given me an A* for it.
I was shaking with both relief and sheer... proudness? I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I was just plain elated to have got that. To top it all off, he told me I "could be an author". :OOOOO! To be an author is my absolute dream, and to have an ENGLISH teacher tell me that dream is actually achievable is just possibly, not only the highlight of my day but, the highlight of my life.
I also had French, Science, and R.E. And German.
I love my lessons this year, but today nothing really stood up apart from English. So now I'm gonna paste my German in:
But before, I'm going to blog about all the stuff I thought to blog about but, annoyingly, can't remember at the moment. Eurgh. Gonna try my best so here goes.
The highlight of my day usually is my English lesson, should I have one that day. Today I did. And it was fourth lesson/period. I'm guessing the few that read my blog, except for Lauren and Kate, are American, so I'll say period.
The last three people did their speeches today: Michaela, Charlie and Kris. Not really in that order though. So, there were okay I guess, nothing too entertaining. I did like Michaela's because she talked about Florence and the Machine and she had Esme and Claudia play some sample of their music and I liked it; twas different. Good different, not the one where people just say it instead of saying 'it's shit'.
Regardless, as he walked around talking to people about their Original Writing, I plucked up the courage to ask him if it was too late to attempt to get an A* for my story, seeing as my draft got me and A and that was what I assumed I got overall. Then he smiled and said that he had already given me an A* for it.
I was shaking with both relief and sheer... proudness? I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I was just plain elated to have got that. To top it all off, he told me I "could be an author". :OOOOO! To be an author is my absolute dream, and to have an ENGLISH teacher tell me that dream is actually achievable is just possibly, not only the highlight of my day but, the highlight of my life.
I also had French, Science, and R.E. And German.
I love my lessons this year, but today nothing really stood up apart from English. So now I'm gonna paste my German in:
"Hallo! Ich heisse Melanie und ich bin 14 jahre alt. In meine Freizeit, ich lese gern, ich sehe gern fern, ich gehe gern ins Kino und ich höre gern Musik.
Ich lese besonders oft, weil es unterhaltsamer als fernsehen für mich ist, aber, ich lese geowöhnlich wenn es regnet. Meine lieblingsbuche sind Fantasybuche und Liebesromane. Meine lieblingsbuch ist Twilight, weil es immer total romantisch, oft ziemlich lustig, nie extrem langweilig, und echt gut geschreiben ist.. In der Zukunft, ich wurde The Shining lesen, jedoch, es ist absolut zu schaurif für mich.
Ich gehe gern ins Kino, weil ich Filme sehen liebe. Ich mag Actionfilme, weil sie normaleweise wirklich spannend und sehr ausgezeichnet sind. Aber, Romantisch geschicte gefällt mir weil ich romantisch bin. Ausserdem, ich hässe Horrorfilme, weil sie am gruseligsten sind. Nache wonchenende, werde ich mit meine Freudine Olivia, Kate und Leah ins Kino fahren, um The Soloist zu sehen. Es werde spitze bist.
Musik ist wichtig für mich. Ich interessiere mich für rockmusik, popmusik und poprock musik, aber popmusik sind schlecter als rock und poprockmusik weil sie so rhytmisch und extrem dynamisch sind. Meine lieblingsband ist die Beatles und meine lieblingslied ist Hey Jude, weil die texte nostalgisch für mich ist. Auch, ich finde Hey Jude wirklisch melodisch.
Gestern, es war regnet, also, bin ich gefaulenzt und habe ich Friends gesehen. Friends ist mein lieblingssendung, weil es, im Allgemein, ganz kormisch und so warmherzig ist. Jedoch, ich hässe krimis, weil sie relativ schrecklich und gewönlich gruselig und furchtbar sind.
Ich verbringe zu viel zeit am Computer. Am Computer, ich spiele Computerspiele, ich surfe im Internet, ich hunterladen Musick, ich schreibe e-mails und ich schreibe in meine blog. Ich finde schreiben sehr wichtig weil es am bessesten für mich ist."
Ah, I'm bored now. I"ll blog about more stuff tomorrow.
Thursday 15 October 2009
comments?! i'm funny?!
God you people here on blogger are just too lovely, and I really don't deserve it. I mean, I really don't think I'm funny at all. Whatsoever. But, thank you to Jamie and Anelieze for commenting anyway. You too are very lovely, even if you were just answering my questions, it was still nice of you.
Hey, so, about today. Yeah.
I'd say the highlight of day was my English speech.
Mr. Berry arranged the folders of the remaining people so that it was like a card deck thing, and and offered Charlie to pick so that it was fair and not biased on his part, blah blah blah, whatever. Obviously life loves me, so I was picked first. And that's just fantastic.
I dragged myself to the computer where I logged into my hotmail account, to open the email that I had sent to myself, that contained simply a picture of the World Record breaking Anime EXPO thing, with all the gamers who dressed up and stuff. As soon as it was up, snide laughter bubbled up from everyone in the class. Y'know, the one where they want to laugh, but know that it's mean/they'll get told off. Sometimes people do it for neither of those reasons, but I'm not gonna get into detail of the douchebags of the world.
Regardless, I shakily started my speech with subconscious clap of my hands.
"Ok..." I nervously peeked done at my pieces of paper. "Who's heard of Comic-Con?" When no-one put their hand up, panic bubbled up inside me a little more and I felt genuinely frightened of the class that had suddenly gotten so cold. Then, relief swelled up and washed over me and Alex Smith and Abigail Smith hesitantly put their hands up.
"Yay." I breathed and laughed, relaxing a little.
I won't quote it word for word, mostly because I barely glanced at my notes and must off it was just saying stuff I remembered on the spot. So, basically, as I talked, the trembling sub-sided slightly, but not all together; it was fairly distracting.
What else was pretty distracting was that George and Leah were laughing. Particularly George. And Leah, fair enough, it didn't bother me as much because I knew it was really just nervous laughter for me and/or just George's that had been so contagious, it caught onto her -she later told it was the second reason.
Anyway, George's really bothered me. Because I know it was mean, and one of a) embarrassment for me, b) embarrassment for knowing me, or c) just thinking I was so lame for doing a talk on the geekiest thing ever. I mean, not even Nathan Beda was laughing, and he was mean to me in Primary School. It just really hurt, because George used to not care what people thought. But now, all of a sudden he's all like 'this' *cue crossed fingers* with the popular crowd, and tries to be one of them.
I mean, him talking about having a party with alcohol at his house? As if. Seriously, he just wouldn't. I don't quite know how to explain it, but the kind of parties that the popular people usually have... well, George's poor, sweet, neat little house just won't be able to take it. Plus there's all the hooking up and stuff.
So that was off-putting and saddened me. But I carried on regardless, because what matters is what sir thinks of my speech, and he looked intrigued.
I managed to get the atmosphere a bit more relaxed by cracking a few self-deprecatory jokes, and on the social awkwardness of the other cosplayers at EXPO that I encountered with; as in, they seemed afraid of me, which I still laugh at today.
I mentioned the cast of Merlin making an appearance and the breaking of the Guinness World Record, and then hastily wrapped it up with another joke about how I'm so much lamer than everyone else by going to it. Sir laughed.
The questions asked were all nice, and Michaela couldn't pronounce anime and manga correctly, and that was really cute for some reason. Sean asked me if the pair of Japanese tourists that asked to take a picture with me were nice, and I said there were lovely, but they didn't speak very good English and just shoved a camera in my face and pointed and me and themselves; the class laughed at that too.
George asked a question too, but it was really just one to put me on the spot and drag attention to himself. He asked who was that guy in a wheelchair in the picture.
'For fuck's sake, it's not as it I took the fucking picture," I felt like screaming at him as my smile froze in place politely. "I'm not fucking in it either, as I fucking just fucking said, so just fuck off. Fucking go get fucking Emily to fucking suck you off for a fucking sixth time. Fucking knob."
Instead I just replied through gritted teeth that I didn't know, and walked over to my seat.
Sorry for the over-use of the word 'fuck', but, hey, I was pissed off, and it was what was going through my head at the time. Besides, I'm British, and that's my kind of humour. Me and Kate discussed that today actually.
I'm gonna go make my dinner now, because my dad wasn't feeling well, so he went to the hospital. Tbh, I'm kind of worried, but I hope it'll be ok.
Here's a picture of my Halloween costume. I'm going as a gothic version of Alice in Wonderland.
I don't actually look that cute btw, but I can't draw that realistically unforch.
See ya pimps.
Hey, so, about today. Yeah.
I'd say the highlight of day was my English speech.
Mr. Berry arranged the folders of the remaining people so that it was like a card deck thing, and and offered Charlie to pick so that it was fair and not biased on his part, blah blah blah, whatever. Obviously life loves me, so I was picked first. And that's just fantastic.
I dragged myself to the computer where I logged into my hotmail account, to open the email that I had sent to myself, that contained simply a picture of the World Record breaking Anime EXPO thing, with all the gamers who dressed up and stuff. As soon as it was up, snide laughter bubbled up from everyone in the class. Y'know, the one where they want to laugh, but know that it's mean/they'll get told off. Sometimes people do it for neither of those reasons, but I'm not gonna get into detail of the douchebags of the world.
Regardless, I shakily started my speech with subconscious clap of my hands.
"Ok..." I nervously peeked done at my pieces of paper. "Who's heard of Comic-Con?" When no-one put their hand up, panic bubbled up inside me a little more and I felt genuinely frightened of the class that had suddenly gotten so cold. Then, relief swelled up and washed over me and Alex Smith and Abigail Smith hesitantly put their hands up.
"Yay." I breathed and laughed, relaxing a little.
I won't quote it word for word, mostly because I barely glanced at my notes and must off it was just saying stuff I remembered on the spot. So, basically, as I talked, the trembling sub-sided slightly, but not all together; it was fairly distracting.
What else was pretty distracting was that George and Leah were laughing. Particularly George. And Leah, fair enough, it didn't bother me as much because I knew it was really just nervous laughter for me and/or just George's that had been so contagious, it caught onto her -she later told it was the second reason.
Anyway, George's really bothered me. Because I know it was mean, and one of a) embarrassment for me, b) embarrassment for knowing me, or c) just thinking I was so lame for doing a talk on the geekiest thing ever. I mean, not even Nathan Beda was laughing, and he was mean to me in Primary School. It just really hurt, because George used to not care what people thought. But now, all of a sudden he's all like 'this' *cue crossed fingers* with the popular crowd, and tries to be one of them.
I mean, him talking about having a party with alcohol at his house? As if. Seriously, he just wouldn't. I don't quite know how to explain it, but the kind of parties that the popular people usually have... well, George's poor, sweet, neat little house just won't be able to take it. Plus there's all the hooking up and stuff.
So that was off-putting and saddened me. But I carried on regardless, because what matters is what sir thinks of my speech, and he looked intrigued.
I managed to get the atmosphere a bit more relaxed by cracking a few self-deprecatory jokes, and on the social awkwardness of the other cosplayers at EXPO that I encountered with; as in, they seemed afraid of me, which I still laugh at today.
I mentioned the cast of Merlin making an appearance and the breaking of the Guinness World Record, and then hastily wrapped it up with another joke about how I'm so much lamer than everyone else by going to it. Sir laughed.
The questions asked were all nice, and Michaela couldn't pronounce anime and manga correctly, and that was really cute for some reason. Sean asked me if the pair of Japanese tourists that asked to take a picture with me were nice, and I said there were lovely, but they didn't speak very good English and just shoved a camera in my face and pointed and me and themselves; the class laughed at that too.
George asked a question too, but it was really just one to put me on the spot and drag attention to himself. He asked who was that guy in a wheelchair in the picture.
'For fuck's sake, it's not as it I took the fucking picture," I felt like screaming at him as my smile froze in place politely. "I'm not fucking in it either, as I fucking just fucking said, so just fuck off. Fucking go get fucking Emily to fucking suck you off for a fucking sixth time. Fucking knob."
Instead I just replied through gritted teeth that I didn't know, and walked over to my seat.
Sorry for the over-use of the word 'fuck', but, hey, I was pissed off, and it was what was going through my head at the time. Besides, I'm British, and that's my kind of humour. Me and Kate discussed that today actually.
I'm gonna go make my dinner now, because my dad wasn't feeling well, so he went to the hospital. Tbh, I'm kind of worried, but I hope it'll be ok.
Here's a picture of my Halloween costume. I'm going as a gothic version of Alice in Wonderland.
I don't actually look that cute btw, but I can't draw that realistically unforch.
See ya pimps.
Wednesday 14 October 2009
followers?!
I opened ma blowg reeeally quickly this morning in form time just to check if someone had replied to a comment I had made. And then I screamed. I mean, I have an actual person that wants to be notified when I post a new blog post, and that's just surreal.
Gyah, thank you so much loveacrosstheocean for that one moment when world stopped spinning.
So now blogging is a priority of mine, even though I feel like the pressure's on; it's like I have to write something that isn't the equivalent of faeces, and that unnerves me slightly. Argh.
Just had milk and cookies for my afternoon snack (because I'm fat and I eat 5 times a day), because I felt the need to feel American-ish. I remember the first time I was introduced to milk and cookies together was on the Power Puff Girls, but I've never actually tried it. Conclusion: it's actually really nice. Problem now is that I think I did it wrong, because I'm so retarded I can actually manage that, and now there are like, bits of cookie in my milk and it's kind of disgusting to drink.
Eurgh, definitely not that nice.
Just clicked my knuckles. I always feel guilty when I do. Then again, I feel guilty quite often. I felt guilty today for writing all the horrible stuff about Sara, because I didn't spend any time with her today. See, that's the problem; I like her when she doesn't talk to me. And when she doesn't laugh. Eurgh. Her laugh is just so put on, if you know what I mean; she purposely makes it more like a manic, high pitched, squeal/giggle most of the time. I know because I've heard her laugh normally and it's really just fine.
The bus ride was fairly pleasant today, despite Leah not being there. I sat down on the lifty-uppy seats next to Sara and I made a point of not saying anything to her. Then, as more people began to get off, and old people began to get on, so we gave up our seats for them, we all moved around. Sara sat at the back where she could flirt with the Year Elevens that really couldn't care less but think that they should at least humour her, or they just don't see it as flirting and just as annoying pestering. If you saw Sara flirting, you'd see it's not as alluring and subtle as most people's, and instead it resembles a schoolboy; y'know the drill: pull hair, kicking, stealing their stuff. That's Sara flirting, but add a goofy smile.
Anyway, I talked to Jonathan, Ben's brother, and I like him because I amuse him. He saw the scribbles that were on my hand and tilted his head and read it out loud:
"'I love Kate's mother..'" he quoted, his tone suggesting he was slightly confused, slash, bewildered; it seems that people underestimate how casually I can talk about sex. Apparently, I've been told, that my appearance is a quite innocent one, and that it's unexpected how I can say that I have sex with people's mums so nonchalantly.
"Yep. I do," I shrugged and carried out paying attention to the world surrounding our bus. "In my bed." He laughed, vaguely incredulously.
"I know what to get you for your birthday now." As I frowned, he nodded towards my hand.
"Ah," I said. "No, I get to love her for free." And he laughed again. I tend to like people a little bit more when I manage to make them laugh, I don't know why. So I like Jonathan -he's really cute. In a little brother kind of way, obvi. He is in Year 8 after all.
Eventually, he could be found at the back by the end of the bus ride with Ben and Timmy and that lot. So I ended up having a conversation with Ciara and Emily about God. I love Ciara, because she always have this influence over me, where our conversations are pretty... mature. Well, not like that, but, in the sense that they're not as silly and hyper as I tend to have with people my age.
But, about what is happening now. Oh my GOD. It's one of my favourite episode of Friends. Rachel and Ross kiss for the first time; it's so romantic and breath-taking. It just adds to it that it's raining. I'm wacyhing and typing and... AAAAH. Aw. I want love like that.
I like the last minutes or so of it where Monica and Chandler talk and stuff. And it's cute to know that even then Chandler knows just how to push Monica's buttons. I want a guy like Chandler. He's my favourite character, because of his witty, sharp, sarcastic humour.
New Kimi ni Todoke, so when it loads I'm gonna stop blogging and take pretty printscreens. Yay. Half alliteration.
XOXO.
Gyah, thank you so much loveacrosstheocean for that one moment when world stopped spinning.
So now blogging is a priority of mine, even though I feel like the pressure's on; it's like I have to write something that isn't the equivalent of faeces, and that unnerves me slightly. Argh.
Just had milk and cookies for my afternoon snack (because I'm fat and I eat 5 times a day), because I felt the need to feel American-ish. I remember the first time I was introduced to milk and cookies together was on the Power Puff Girls, but I've never actually tried it. Conclusion: it's actually really nice. Problem now is that I think I did it wrong, because I'm so retarded I can actually manage that, and now there are like, bits of cookie in my milk and it's kind of disgusting to drink.
Eurgh, definitely not that nice.
Just clicked my knuckles. I always feel guilty when I do. Then again, I feel guilty quite often. I felt guilty today for writing all the horrible stuff about Sara, because I didn't spend any time with her today. See, that's the problem; I like her when she doesn't talk to me. And when she doesn't laugh. Eurgh. Her laugh is just so put on, if you know what I mean; she purposely makes it more like a manic, high pitched, squeal/giggle most of the time. I know because I've heard her laugh normally and it's really just fine.
The bus ride was fairly pleasant today, despite Leah not being there. I sat down on the lifty-uppy seats next to Sara and I made a point of not saying anything to her. Then, as more people began to get off, and old people began to get on, so we gave up our seats for them, we all moved around. Sara sat at the back where she could flirt with the Year Elevens that really couldn't care less but think that they should at least humour her, or they just don't see it as flirting and just as annoying pestering. If you saw Sara flirting, you'd see it's not as alluring and subtle as most people's, and instead it resembles a schoolboy; y'know the drill: pull hair, kicking, stealing their stuff. That's Sara flirting, but add a goofy smile.
Anyway, I talked to Jonathan, Ben's brother, and I like him because I amuse him. He saw the scribbles that were on my hand and tilted his head and read it out loud:
"'I love Kate's mother..'" he quoted, his tone suggesting he was slightly confused, slash, bewildered; it seems that people underestimate how casually I can talk about sex. Apparently, I've been told, that my appearance is a quite innocent one, and that it's unexpected how I can say that I have sex with people's mums so nonchalantly.
"Yep. I do," I shrugged and carried out paying attention to the world surrounding our bus. "In my bed." He laughed, vaguely incredulously.
"I know what to get you for your birthday now." As I frowned, he nodded towards my hand.
"Ah," I said. "No, I get to love her for free." And he laughed again. I tend to like people a little bit more when I manage to make them laugh, I don't know why. So I like Jonathan -he's really cute. In a little brother kind of way, obvi. He is in Year 8 after all.
Eventually, he could be found at the back by the end of the bus ride with Ben and Timmy and that lot. So I ended up having a conversation with Ciara and Emily about God. I love Ciara, because she always have this influence over me, where our conversations are pretty... mature. Well, not like that, but, in the sense that they're not as silly and hyper as I tend to have with people my age.
But, about what is happening now. Oh my GOD. It's one of my favourite episode of Friends. Rachel and Ross kiss for the first time; it's so romantic and breath-taking. It just adds to it that it's raining. I'm wacyhing and typing and... AAAAH. Aw. I want love like that.
I like the last minutes or so of it where Monica and Chandler talk and stuff. And it's cute to know that even then Chandler knows just how to push Monica's buttons. I want a guy like Chandler. He's my favourite character, because of his witty, sharp, sarcastic humour.
New Kimi ni Todoke, so when it loads I'm gonna stop blogging and take pretty printscreens. Yay. Half alliteration.
XOXO.
Tuesday 13 October 2009
crappy taste in music and showers.
Yeah. I should really go have mine.
Actually, my brother should. But he's currently punching the sofa, after reading a certain scene in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I think we all know what that is, and I don't approve of spoilers, so I won't say.
As the other part of the title suggest, I was just listening to Shania Twain - You're Still The One. Because I'm just cool with awesome sprinkled on top. Now, Evan and Jaron - Crazy For This Girl. Why do I only listen to these sort of people when I'm on the computer? I have perfectly decent taste in music to most, and it's all on my ipod, but, I secretly indulge in 90's and one hit wonders.
I have just read loveacrosstheocean's blog and it's brilliance. I really like her style of writing. I so do her 'lazy sunday' thing too. I do it on Saturdays as well; it's where you just lie in bed, reading any book that is in your reach, and occasionally sitting up to reach the water that's on your desk/window sill.
Dang, I think my brother just finished his shower. I really should stop blogging and go clear out the dish washer, but I really do hate the noise of plates clattering together.
I started writing a blog in my head as I walked down the corridor of the first floor of St Mary's (for those who aren't Kate -i.e. no-one reading this-, my school, Cardinal Newman, consists of two buildings: Cashman and St. Mary's. Cashman has four floors: a basement, ground floor, first, second and attic. St. Mary's has three: ground, first and second. There's also Sacre Cour, Lutywyche and the Newman Block, but they're really just attached to them in some shape or form). It involved wondering how people see me.
So, I observed many of my mannerisms. Such as, how I'll wait too long to hold the door for the people behind me. How I get slightly cheesed off when they don't say thank you; how when I hold it for people I don't like, I'm really surprised when they do thank me; how I really don't like hugging Michael because I know he fancied me and now it's just awkward; how I always run out to the field, then realise we got let out early, and that I have to stand there like a lemon because none of my friends are out yet; how I have a certain order of eating the things I pack in my lunch; how my favourite type of use of puntucation is the semi-colon; how I only read/watch anything with at least a hint of romance in it or I get bored and drop it; how I wish it would stop being cold all the time; how I wish I at least had a nice coat to keep me warm when it's cold; how I'm secretly dreading my English speech; how I always close my bedroom door behind me and slide down the wood before I cry over something; how I wish I was slimmer; how I wish my legs would just magically look nicer when I wake up tomorrow; how I wish my shoulders weren't so broad. And etcetera.
Basically, I wondered if people saw me that way too, or at least knew I did, or noticed I did, etcetera. I realised many people don't really know me that well. And I don't know what to think about that really. I mean, Sara, whom I hate (did I use 'whom' right then?) thinks I'm polite and kind and considerate -she told me after she saw I held the door for some two random people, and I'm secretly lying there at night thinking of all the various ways she can get out of my life before I close my eyes.
I love JPOP. Seriously. Why people find it weird/not good enough for mainstream/not as good as the stuff on the charts is beyond me. It's just so uplifting and keeeewt. Their style is really just unnecessarily adorable. And by that I mean, completely necessary! *Dr. Doofenschmirtz quote*.
Those who don't watch Phineas and Ferb won't get that last one.
Also, I find the Japanese language flows really nicely. I mean, I can tell Japanese from other Asian languages because Chinese uses more 'ch' sounds, if you get me. I don't mean to sound racist, at all, I'm jus' sayin' I pick out these things. I mean, I'm not saying Korean and Chinese sound the same at all, I just haven't had the opportunity to listen to them both carefully enough to compare.
Gawd, Buono's choreographies are so intricate and weird and random and cute at the same time. It's just so unreal.
Listening to Aya Hirano now, because Lost My Music is a japanese song I kind of know the lyrics to.
I would type them out as I hear them like I do with most english songs I listen to whilst blogging, but I really can't be arsed. Like at all.
What else happened today that made me ponder on life. Hm.
I noticed today that I, despite all my complaints, quite enjoy all my lessons this year. I mean, sure, I don't particularly like Ms. Hodd, my German teacher, and would really like Ms. Marsh back, but I'm already more than capable of achieving an A* with German, and Ms. Marsh herself said that I'm the kind of student that doesn't need a good languages teacher in order to succeed (I'm actually pretty chuffed about that, and she said I'm adorable, which is also strangely comforting) so there's no worry of failing.
And sure, I would love the be Olivia's, Leah's and Jacob's group for History, with Mr. Marsh; not only because he's pretty, but because I actually learnt quite a lot with him last year, but Mr. Phillips isn't really that bad, and I'm already beginning to learn from him quite a bit. Having Tom next to me poking me with a pair of compasses is a bit of a down-side, but I can live with it.
Let's see, what other lessons were I having doubts about... Hm. See? I really do take for granted for I have, because I can't really think of any other things I have problems with. I mean, okay, maybe I'd like to be doing other stuff in P.E -the thought of doing hockey in the pouring rain for another year just makes me grimace-, but, to be honest, I wouldn't like to be doing P.E. full stop really. Besides, I have basketball.
Wow, those who aren't involved in my life are really gonna find my blog so tedious. I just use blogging a form of ranting or venting, just putting out there my thoughts of stuff, and I never stopped to think if anyone actually ever would enjoy reading this shit.
Gonna stop blogging now, and gonna try and find some other blog to read.
XOXO.
Actually, my brother should. But he's currently punching the sofa, after reading a certain scene in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I think we all know what that is, and I don't approve of spoilers, so I won't say.
As the other part of the title suggest, I was just listening to Shania Twain - You're Still The One. Because I'm just cool with awesome sprinkled on top. Now, Evan and Jaron - Crazy For This Girl. Why do I only listen to these sort of people when I'm on the computer? I have perfectly decent taste in music to most, and it's all on my ipod, but, I secretly indulge in 90's and one hit wonders.
I have just read loveacrosstheocean's blog and it's brilliance. I really like her style of writing. I so do her 'lazy sunday' thing too. I do it on Saturdays as well; it's where you just lie in bed, reading any book that is in your reach, and occasionally sitting up to reach the water that's on your desk/window sill.
Dang, I think my brother just finished his shower. I really should stop blogging and go clear out the dish washer, but I really do hate the noise of plates clattering together.
I started writing a blog in my head as I walked down the corridor of the first floor of St Mary's (for those who aren't Kate -i.e. no-one reading this-, my school, Cardinal Newman, consists of two buildings: Cashman and St. Mary's. Cashman has four floors: a basement, ground floor, first, second and attic. St. Mary's has three: ground, first and second. There's also Sacre Cour, Lutywyche and the Newman Block, but they're really just attached to them in some shape or form). It involved wondering how people see me.
So, I observed many of my mannerisms. Such as, how I'll wait too long to hold the door for the people behind me. How I get slightly cheesed off when they don't say thank you; how when I hold it for people I don't like, I'm really surprised when they do thank me; how I really don't like hugging Michael because I know he fancied me and now it's just awkward; how I always run out to the field, then realise we got let out early, and that I have to stand there like a lemon because none of my friends are out yet; how I have a certain order of eating the things I pack in my lunch; how my favourite type of use of puntucation is the semi-colon; how I only read/watch anything with at least a hint of romance in it or I get bored and drop it; how I wish it would stop being cold all the time; how I wish I at least had a nice coat to keep me warm when it's cold; how I'm secretly dreading my English speech; how I always close my bedroom door behind me and slide down the wood before I cry over something; how I wish I was slimmer; how I wish my legs would just magically look nicer when I wake up tomorrow; how I wish my shoulders weren't so broad. And etcetera.
Basically, I wondered if people saw me that way too, or at least knew I did, or noticed I did, etcetera. I realised many people don't really know me that well. And I don't know what to think about that really. I mean, Sara, whom I hate (did I use 'whom' right then?) thinks I'm polite and kind and considerate -she told me after she saw I held the door for some two random people, and I'm secretly lying there at night thinking of all the various ways she can get out of my life before I close my eyes.
***
Just showered and uncleared the dishwasher. Honestly, I really don't know why my parents don't appreciate me more; the most I'll get for that is a kiss on my head/temple and a 'you're great Mel' from my mother. My dad only notices when I don't do as I'm told, and when I point out to him that I did, he just says, "Good!" with a voice that I can't quite describe. It's kind of bordering on sarcastic.I love JPOP. Seriously. Why people find it weird/not good enough for mainstream/not as good as the stuff on the charts is beyond me. It's just so uplifting and keeeewt. Their style is really just unnecessarily adorable. And by that I mean, completely necessary! *Dr. Doofenschmirtz quote*.
Those who don't watch Phineas and Ferb won't get that last one.
Also, I find the Japanese language flows really nicely. I mean, I can tell Japanese from other Asian languages because Chinese uses more 'ch' sounds, if you get me. I don't mean to sound racist, at all, I'm jus' sayin' I pick out these things. I mean, I'm not saying Korean and Chinese sound the same at all, I just haven't had the opportunity to listen to them both carefully enough to compare.
Gawd, Buono's choreographies are so intricate and weird and random and cute at the same time. It's just so unreal.
Listening to Aya Hirano now, because Lost My Music is a japanese song I kind of know the lyrics to.
I would type them out as I hear them like I do with most english songs I listen to whilst blogging, but I really can't be arsed. Like at all.
What else happened today that made me ponder on life. Hm.
I noticed today that I, despite all my complaints, quite enjoy all my lessons this year. I mean, sure, I don't particularly like Ms. Hodd, my German teacher, and would really like Ms. Marsh back, but I'm already more than capable of achieving an A* with German, and Ms. Marsh herself said that I'm the kind of student that doesn't need a good languages teacher in order to succeed (I'm actually pretty chuffed about that, and she said I'm adorable, which is also strangely comforting) so there's no worry of failing.
And sure, I would love the be Olivia's, Leah's and Jacob's group for History, with Mr. Marsh; not only because he's pretty, but because I actually learnt quite a lot with him last year, but Mr. Phillips isn't really that bad, and I'm already beginning to learn from him quite a bit. Having Tom next to me poking me with a pair of compasses is a bit of a down-side, but I can live with it.
Let's see, what other lessons were I having doubts about... Hm. See? I really do take for granted for I have, because I can't really think of any other things I have problems with. I mean, okay, maybe I'd like to be doing other stuff in P.E -the thought of doing hockey in the pouring rain for another year just makes me grimace-, but, to be honest, I wouldn't like to be doing P.E. full stop really. Besides, I have basketball.
Wow, those who aren't involved in my life are really gonna find my blog so tedious. I just use blogging a form of ranting or venting, just putting out there my thoughts of stuff, and I never stopped to think if anyone actually ever would enjoy reading this shit.
Gonna stop blogging now, and gonna try and find some other blog to read.
XOXO.
Sunday 11 October 2009
kimi ni todoke.
Is just made of awesome. I just couldn't resist posting the screen shots I took of them because they're just really pretty. Kazehaya & Sawako equals love. Yeah, I used contrast.
Saturday 10 October 2009
photo post.
I abuse the 'Brightness/Contrast' button more than I should.
Gonna go now, maybe more later?
Gonna go now, maybe more later?
Friday 9 October 2009
HOHOHO!
Man, I wish it was Christmas. I get new clothes on Christmas. I'm, apparently, getting some new ones soon. Clothes that it. And a new coat. Yay. Something to keep me warm. I swear I'll get a nice one this year. I always get practical ones but I never like wearing them. Maybe a black wollen one, or just a tartan-ish one, hopefully with a hood.
I had the nicest feeling today. I watched the rain fall whilst sitting comfortably on a step. I mean, I sometimes watch rain, but usually through a glass, and never so close. It just felt really surreal and it looked really pretty. I didn't even get that wet. Ha. That's what she said, bruv. Dunno why I added that in, it just came up in my head.
Listening to Super Driver, AGAIN. It's actually so addictive it's just not funny anymore. Now I'm mouthing the song, and it's hard whilst blogging. I guess I just have to concentrate on the song. God I love the high bits so much. Finished. Again, again!
Gyah, Kimi ni Todoke was aired mit subs yesterday. The animation is stunning and it looks exactly like the manga, 'cos sometimes adaptations of mangas look pretty different to the artist's style, like the curves, shape of face and eyes, and hair, but hair is hard to animate I guess.
Anyway, I fall more in love with Kazehaya more and more every time I see him. But, it'sfunny, because it's not the kind of thing where I want him to myself, because Sawako's so nice, it would just feel so inhumane. Ha. I was gonna say mean, but I thought inhumane would sound better, if I used it in the right context anyway.
Thug Story now. I know all the words I swear.
I remembered that Lauren told me to watch the new Ashley Tisdale music video, so that I can see the little whore she is. And, omg, she actually is. She's like, wearing the shortest leotard thing ever, and rubbing herself against a friggin' wall. And she just said she's erotic or something. Which is just, y'know, so rolemodel-ish, obvs. Srsly.
I think the only abbreviation I like is 'srsly', and just use 'lol' and 'obvs' out of habit really.
I hate Hulk Hogan. Especially his friggin' acting "skills", which, y'know, are non-existent. otally non-existent.
Ok, something that happened today that I can blog about. I had French, with Lauren, and we did some speaking. In French. Then Science? Yeah I think so. That was ok I guess. Saffron. I remember Kate knowing what it was and where you could find it. Then English, and nothing really happened in that. And then History. Oh! We did a practice test thing, and I got full marks for the first question, which I'm pretty proud about. Then I had Maths, and that was fun. James sits next to me, I get to bond, sort of, with Sophie and Ryan makes me laugh.
Break... Nothing really happened then either. God my life sucks.
I reminisced (is that how it's spelt?) with Leah on our old days, and we sang along various other songs, leaving Sara out, which made me smile. Sara didn't really talk at all throughout mine and Leah's conversations; it was like she was taking mental notes, which both annoyed and unnerved me. As we bitched about Emily, she then said, 'I hate how Emily tries to involve herself in conversations.' And I couldn't help but mutter, 'hypocrite' to Leah. She didn't gear me the first time though, or the second, or the third, so I ended up whispering it to her very unsubltely.
Then, on the bus, Leah wrote, 'I love Mel' on the window, so I wrote 'Mel loves Leah', and then I noticed Sara was watching me do so, so I felt obligated to write, '+ Sara', and then she said, 'And Vic Mignignhoggad... I forgot his name.' And I could have fucking slapped her. I could have slammed her head against the pole various times screaming, 'GET YOUR OWN FUCKING LIFE. GET OUT OF MINE. STOP TRYING TO INVOLVE YOURSELF YOU STUPID RETARDED BIKE PIMP. IF YOU WANT SOME FRIENDS STOP HAVING FUCKING SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH YOUR BICYCLE!!!!!!!!!!!11111.' I could have thrown her by her hair down the aisle of the bus and then stomped on her face shrieking, 'GET YOUR OWN FREAKIN' PERSONALITY.'
But I didn't. I added his name because I do love him. Apparently she wikipediaded him last night because she wondered who he was, and just the thought of that has anger bubbling up inside of me. I mean, why? Did she think it would be our new thing? I discovered him. All by myself. It started with that video with the Ouran cast, and then I got more reccommended for you shit, and then I fell in love <3.>
Eurgh. It just irks me.
I'm gonna go read Kate's blog now.
Bye kittens, XOXO.
I had the nicest feeling today. I watched the rain fall whilst sitting comfortably on a step. I mean, I sometimes watch rain, but usually through a glass, and never so close. It just felt really surreal and it looked really pretty. I didn't even get that wet. Ha. That's what she said, bruv. Dunno why I added that in, it just came up in my head.
Listening to Super Driver, AGAIN. It's actually so addictive it's just not funny anymore. Now I'm mouthing the song, and it's hard whilst blogging. I guess I just have to concentrate on the song. God I love the high bits so much. Finished. Again, again!
Gyah, Kimi ni Todoke was aired mit subs yesterday. The animation is stunning and it looks exactly like the manga, 'cos sometimes adaptations of mangas look pretty different to the artist's style, like the curves, shape of face and eyes, and hair, but hair is hard to animate I guess.
Anyway, I fall more in love with Kazehaya more and more every time I see him. But, it'sfunny, because it's not the kind of thing where I want him to myself, because Sawako's so nice, it would just feel so inhumane. Ha. I was gonna say mean, but I thought inhumane would sound better, if I used it in the right context anyway.
Thug Story now. I know all the words I swear.
I remembered that Lauren told me to watch the new Ashley Tisdale music video, so that I can see the little whore she is. And, omg, she actually is. She's like, wearing the shortest leotard thing ever, and rubbing herself against a friggin' wall. And she just said she's erotic or something. Which is just, y'know, so rolemodel-ish, obvs. Srsly.
I think the only abbreviation I like is 'srsly', and just use 'lol' and 'obvs' out of habit really.
I hate Hulk Hogan. Especially his friggin' acting "skills", which, y'know, are non-existent. otally non-existent.
Ok, something that happened today that I can blog about. I had French, with Lauren, and we did some speaking. In French. Then Science? Yeah I think so. That was ok I guess. Saffron. I remember Kate knowing what it was and where you could find it. Then English, and nothing really happened in that. And then History. Oh! We did a practice test thing, and I got full marks for the first question, which I'm pretty proud about. Then I had Maths, and that was fun. James sits next to me, I get to bond, sort of, with Sophie and Ryan makes me laugh.
Break... Nothing really happened then either. God my life sucks.
I reminisced (is that how it's spelt?) with Leah on our old days, and we sang along various other songs, leaving Sara out, which made me smile. Sara didn't really talk at all throughout mine and Leah's conversations; it was like she was taking mental notes, which both annoyed and unnerved me. As we bitched about Emily, she then said, 'I hate how Emily tries to involve herself in conversations.' And I couldn't help but mutter, 'hypocrite' to Leah. She didn't gear me the first time though, or the second, or the third, so I ended up whispering it to her very unsubltely.
Then, on the bus, Leah wrote, 'I love Mel' on the window, so I wrote 'Mel loves Leah', and then I noticed Sara was watching me do so, so I felt obligated to write, '+ Sara', and then she said, 'And Vic Mignignhoggad... I forgot his name.' And I could have fucking slapped her. I could have slammed her head against the pole various times screaming, 'GET YOUR OWN FUCKING LIFE. GET OUT OF MINE. STOP TRYING TO INVOLVE YOURSELF YOU STUPID RETARDED BIKE PIMP. IF YOU WANT SOME FRIENDS STOP HAVING FUCKING SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH YOUR BICYCLE!!!!!!!!!!!11111.' I could have thrown her by her hair down the aisle of the bus and then stomped on her face shrieking, 'GET YOUR OWN FREAKIN' PERSONALITY.'
But I didn't. I added his name because I do love him. Apparently she wikipediaded him last night because she wondered who he was, and just the thought of that has anger bubbling up inside of me. I mean, why? Did she think it would be our new thing? I discovered him. All by myself. It started with that video with the Ouran cast, and then I got more reccommended for you shit, and then I fell in love <3.>
Eurgh. It just irks me.
I'm gonna go read Kate's blog now.
Bye kittens, XOXO.
Wednesday 7 October 2009
new name.
Yes, I'm unhappy with my blog name. I mean, meranichan is fine. I like it. But, Meranium, doesn't really say that much about who I am. I'd like it to have to do with something I like.
I guess I'm a little over Twilight. I mean, I still love it and it'll always have a place in my heart, obvs. But I enjoy anime and stuff so much more, and I've loved it for so much longer. I was a pre-teen otaku, watching InuYasha as a nine year-old, less than a metre away from my tv; he was my first love.
Maybe Melinu, which is the couple name I made for us in like, Year 7. I didn't even mean to. It was Artur who pointed it out. I had painted a picture of InuYasha and Kagome, so that she had light brown hair, like me (I know, I'm a little too cool for this world). Anyway, I quickly saved the picture on my desktop as 'melinu', as in, 'mel & inu(yasha)'. Then, he was watching me, and laughed, saying that it flowed really well.
So I used it for everything. Yeah, I think I'll call it Melinu. Even though it's sad, and selfish.
Sorry, little rant there.
I'm gonna draft my English speech. So, bye kittens.
XOXO.
I guess I'm a little over Twilight. I mean, I still love it and it'll always have a place in my heart, obvs. But I enjoy anime and stuff so much more, and I've loved it for so much longer. I was a pre-teen otaku, watching InuYasha as a nine year-old, less than a metre away from my tv; he was my first love.
Maybe Melinu, which is the couple name I made for us in like, Year 7. I didn't even mean to. It was Artur who pointed it out. I had painted a picture of InuYasha and Kagome, so that she had light brown hair, like me (I know, I'm a little too cool for this world). Anyway, I quickly saved the picture on my desktop as 'melinu', as in, 'mel & inu(yasha)'. Then, he was watching me, and laughed, saying that it flowed really well.
So I used it for everything. Yeah, I think I'll call it Melinu. Even though it's sad, and selfish.
Sorry, little rant there.
I'm gonna draft my English speech. So, bye kittens.
XOXO.
Sunday 4 October 2009
on da laptop.
And trying to be as quiet as possible because I don't think I'm supposed to be on the computer, but my parents don't know that so shh. Hm. I wonder if Kate's still online -doubt it, she was signing off as I hung up on her. I don't mean I just switched off the phone though. I mean like, I said goobye first. My parents raised me with manners, thanks. Keh.
Sneeze.
I have a cold. That sucks. I don't know what I said that -I always have a cold. Or at least, a permanent cold voice. It's awesome. Minus the awesome.
20 days 'til Anime EXPO I think. I don't know why I call it that, seeing as it's really the equivalent of a Comic Con in America, since it has people dressing up as movie characters as well. Now that I think about it though, there are way more cosplayers and the event really is leaning towards otakuness. Most of the stalls sell otaku merchandise.
Haha, Calvin has school tomorrow. I don't. Inset day. Kate's coming over. We're gonna watch Peter Pan II and eat onigiri. Hopefully the weather'll be nice too, so we can go out and, possibly, make a vlog. Or a video in general.
Damn, I forgot to ask her if she could bring her camera. I'll remind her tomorrow but I think she will anyway. I love our pictures. That reminds me, I need to get them off the USB and onto the computer soon. Tomorrow morning I will. After my showah.
Eurgh, the laptop has no spell check. It's so annoying. I feel like I can be disgracing the English language and not realising.
I uploaded a new chapter to my Ouran fic, Nothing. It good quite a few positive reviews. I had forgotten how nice it felt to have reviews sent to you, especially when they're nice as long. I like 'em long. That's was she said. I feel like a cheater, because that 'that's what she said' wasn't accidental at all. I was thinking of the Nostalgia Chick video when she said '..majestic longness -and I don't mean that in a good way...'. I thought that was really clever. She should upload more videos soon, otherwise I'll cry.
ZOMG!!!!!11111! NEW INUYASHA SERIES!!!!!1111.
The first episode was uploaded today and I screamed every time something exciting happened, or a character I remember appeared. Like Rin, Jaken, Kohaku and Kagura. And that little evil white haired boy. He used to be a baby, then he grew up to be like 9, and then just stopped growing. Physically at least. Oh! And I remember Kana, the white haired chick with a mirror that could like, tell Naraku where someone was or what they were thinking. I'm starting to realise the trend of white haired people in Inuyasha.
Seriously: Kana, Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, the evil kid, his twin and I bet there are a couple more.
I love the seiyuu for Kagome; she suits the character so much. I wish they could have incorporated more 'Osuwari's though. That would have made it a leetle mo
re awesome. But, it's only the first episode, so I forgive it.
Imma go get headphones so I can listen to
the Vic Mignogna commercial.
*
Found em. God. There are more WoW commercials. God, Mr T. one. Mr T. is so the man. Srsly. I like the Ozzy one. It's funny.
God this laptop has nothing on it, but it's SO SLOW. It infuriates me how slow it is.
I can't stop listening to 'Super Driver' by Cristina Vee. It's just so brilliant, preppy and I love her high notes. They're so pure, if you get me.
"SUPER DRIVER hold on tight, because I don't slow down for stragglers."
What is a straggler? I shall ask Kate tomorrow. Too lazy to look it up meself.
Super Driver, again, again!
My brother's listening to it with me. It's just so pretty. She IS Haruhi. Aside from me of course. She's the only person I'd allow to be Haruhi with me.
I'm gonna listen to Colbie Caillat. Her songs her are so heart warming and cute. I get kind of bored of them though. Like now. I'm gonna listen to something preppy and cute. Glee >D. I really wanna watch that. It's looks really good. Or, really 'me', as Kate says. I like how she knows me.
I really like it when people say, 'Mel's the kind of person that...', because, tbh, I consider myself to be a pretty bland person. I mean, sure, I'm a hysterical fangirl and I talk about having sex with other people's mums, but I only have the courage to do that with people I'm comfortable with. Or if I'm with one of them at least.
The girl from Glee has a really pretty smile. The lady playing her says the hard thing to do with her character is that she has to try smile with her eyes, not her mouth as much. And that's a really pretty thing to do.
I know I write about it in my ff, but I really can't read emotions in people's eyes. I don't see eyes as that expressive things. Except when they widen.
Went to Church today, and the same cute little boy with blonde curly hair was there. And sitting really near us. He's so cute. Maybe I have a fetish for boys with blonde curly hair. Not just attraction, but maybe I just like that better. I enjoy curly hair on guys. It makes them seem more down to earth, because they don't care about their looks so much to straighten it, like George, even though his hair isn't even curly, just midly wavy. I like George's hair naturally; I think it looks nice.
I blew a kiss at da leetle boy, and he seemed amused and giggled. Then he kind of blew one back; he just covered his mouth with both hands for ages, then put them down. He actually is so adorable.
He walked around as well, smiling at all the people he passed by.
Gonna stop blogging now. I'm out of stuff to day.
XOXO.
Saturday 3 October 2009
second post of october.
Hah. In the Apple shop because I can't stay away from a computer for more than a certain amount of time. I didn't say how long exactly because it's only how long I've been in town for. I'll work it out now. I think it's like, hm, let's see... Been here since about one o'clock, and it's five now. Four hours then.
Kate is blogging beside me. Haha. I don't know why I just said that, because I don't find that funny. Eurgh. I keep doing a semi-colon instead of an apostrophe. Apostrophe rhymes with Sophie. Lauren disagrees.
Lauren feels privileged that I had mentioned her in this blog post. Fufufu. That made me think of Jacob. Hm.
"I love Melanie."
Kate just said that. Not randomly though. I asked her to say something.
There's a guy behind me playing a song on the computer which has a piano connected to it. I wish he would play some more, because I love listening to someone playing piano. I miss my Music lessons, because Jacob would play The River Flows In You, and it was pretty.
Kate says I type fairly fast. I disagree. I think I just type normally. Mwahaha.
I have Kettle Chips in my bag. Sea salt and balsamic vinegar. They are one of the things that make me smile, but ruins my skin.
Another guy is playing piano now, and from my understanding of piano, he's very, very good. Then again, I have virtually no knowledge of piano. Knowledge. That's the word I was looking for.
Hah. I've written more than Kate. That makes me vaguely happy.
Ah, the guy's playing the song that his friend was playing before. Stopped now. Bah. Humbug. I wanna see a Christmas Carol mit Jim Carrey. Lauren wants to leave soon. Oh no. No way. Yes way. Boo.
Nacho Libre is playing a TV beside me.
Lauren is playing a game on an iPod touch. Or maybe it's iPhone. It's a iPod touch.
Just went to Primark and decided on a coat and some sweaters that I would like to buy. It would make my mum happy if I own a coat I'd be willing to wear.
Gonna finish this off now 'cos I feel rude because Lauren seems a leetle bit bored. Lalalalala. Ikuto is sexy.
XOXO.
Thursday 1 October 2009
SPONTANEOUS eighteenth post.
Why am I blogging? I actually have no idea of what I'm going to write. This is a spontaneous blog post. SPONTANEOUS, I TELL YOU. Just put that in the title. Yay for Merani. Melanie. Merani. Meranium.
Ooh! I know what I'm going to talk about! Woo. Yay for purposeful blog. Isn't that just so amazing? Right, Melanie. Focus.
Films I want to see and whose trailers I watched recently:
- Lovely Bones.
Starring that girl from the Atonement, who totally should play Alice in Wonderland at least some point in her life, and the mother I recognise from somewhere. Not quite sure where though. Anyway, it's about the Salmon family, particularly one of the daughters, Susie. She's a regular 14-year-old girl -she has a crush on the cute british guy (who dresses like a french man), she goes to school, she is the typical girl next door. Or was. On December 6th she is murdered, devastating the world she left behind.
Except, she isn't really dead. As her little brother puts it: "Susie's in the in-between.". Some call it heaven, but in Susie's words, it's "her own perfect world", and she feels as alive as ever. The only problem is that she is still haunted by her killer, even in her own perfect world. So, she tries to help her family bring justice to come, but she has no way to contact them.
The trailer doesn't give much away, but the identity of the killer is given: the neighbour. Her father and older sister suspect it, but the police insist they don't have any real proof, and that evidence is needed in order to be able to file him guilty of the murder.
And that's basically where the trailer stops.
But the director is Peter Jackson, who won Academy Awards for the Lord of the Rings movies, and he also directed the recent King Kong movie, which I really enjoyed. I've only seen the first Lord of the Rings, and it was back when I didn't pay much attention to acting, cinematography, and such. But, I remember it being pretty ok at least. I definitely didn't find it a bad film.
- Up In The Air.
Starring George Clooney, some other lady, but the one I did recognise was Jessica Stanley from Twilight, who looks slightly more mature in this movie than she did in Twilight. I believe her name is Anna Kendrick. Kendrik? I dunno. I think it's Kendrick.
The trailer also doesn't give much away, but way less than the trailer for Lovely Bones. The plot isn't even mentioned. I had to read the little Youtube description bit in order to understand. Instead, it shows him making a very interesting speech. I mean, seriously, it was really, really good. I know when people say interesting it's either because: a) they're in a language lesson, and the word interesting is practically the same in every European language so yeah, or b) because someone asks them what they thought of something and they pause and awkwardly say, "it was ... interesting" or "... different."
But the trailer was unique and beautiful. The speech he makes talks about putting everything in our lives in a single backpack. Start with the things on shelves, drawers, knick knacks. Then clothes and shoes and then get even bigger. TV, sofa, computer and keep getting bigger. Then fill it with people. Casual acquaintances, friends, and then people you trust with your biggest secrets. Brother, sister, parents, children, and finally: husband/wife, boyf/girlf.
George Clooney then says a very true fact: "Your relationships are the heaviest things in your life." It made me think about life. It was, very very, interesting.
The guy/chick who directed Juno directs this. So you know it will be worth watching, even though what really sold Juno for me was the dialogue. The way Juno spoke was actually so inspiration.
- The Princess and the Frog.
AH! NEW DISNEY FILM. ANIMATED FILM. ANIMATED CARTOON FILM. AH.
'nuff said.
No, that's a lie. There's so much more I can say about this. I explained the plot to Michael and he said it looked shit. But Michael is annoying me at the moment because he thinks of himself so superiorly. Eurgh.
Anyway, it tells the story of Tiana, a peasant girl with big dreams that in order to accomplish she needs money. An amount that she does not have. I don't exactly know why, but she finds a frog on a balcony that then talks. Isn't it weird how they all scream? Tbh, I would be relieved. Relieved that there is some form of magic in this world. Anyway, they come to the conclusion that he needs to be kissed by her in order to be human again. So, she does.
I think because she's not actually a real princess. But, anyway, she turns in a frog herself, so they go to New Orleans (why? I don't know. I really don't), to find the equivalent fairy godmother character of the movie to see if she can return them to their human forms.
Admittedly, it doesn't sound that good in words, but the trailer is so mesmerising. It claims to be directed by the same people from the Little Mermaid and Aladdin. SERIOUSLY. And it looks like the music's pretty catchy too.
- The Vampire's Assistant.
I read the book. Now that is enough said.
Is it? Well, not quite.
It's Darren Shan, and it's the first film, but they, for some reason, put the name of the second book in it for the main title. Circ du Freak is the subtitle thing.
Now I'm done.
- Capitalism: A Love Story.
For those who don't know, the dude in it films documentary style. I saw his 'Sicko' film about how the American health system sucks, and it really opened my eyes to how America is not this perfect little wonderland, even Hawaii. I mean, I thought Hawaii was like, the ultimatum. And I have his one on George Bush and how he sucks sitting on the little shoe rack thing, and I plan to watch it soon.
So, he's making a new one on Capitalism and I'll probably be the only one my age who really wants to see it. Maybe I'll see it with my parents because I'm just that extra little smudge of cool than everyone else.
- A Christmas Carol.
A new Jimmy Carrey film. And he only voice acts, so hopefully it won't suck. Seriously, the highlight of his career, for me, was Bruce Almighty, because I never really got into Ace Ventura and I don't think I was actually alive when he was in Batman.
Yes Man was good, but not as good. I think was saved it for me was the girl, Zooey something, who I really, really love. She's so pretty and I think she's a pretty decent actress. I love her hair, but I couldn't pull it off I don't think. I had a block fringe once, and it was kinda dodgy. Maybe if I got it cut professionally, it would be ok? I was told my block fringe brought out my eyes.
I've stopped talking about the film now. That's not good.
But the director also directed Back to the Future, Forrest Gump and the Polar Express. I've only seen half of Back to the Future and Forrest Gump, but I watched the Polar Express and it made me smile and cry. It made me miss believing blindly in Santa.
So, maybe it'll be good? Nah, it looks really really adequate.
I'm lazy so I'm gonna stop now. Obviously, I'm gonna see New Moon, and I'm not mentioning it 'cos only Kate really reads this, and she already knows I'm gonna go see it. Why would I not? Gawd.
What to talk about now?
I'm gonna finish the Natalie video I'm watching and then I'm gonna go.
XOXO.
Ooh! I know what I'm going to talk about! Woo. Yay for purposeful blog. Isn't that just so amazing? Right, Melanie. Focus.
Films I want to see and whose trailers I watched recently:
- Lovely Bones.
Starring that girl from the Atonement, who totally should play Alice in Wonderland at least some point in her life, and the mother I recognise from somewhere. Not quite sure where though. Anyway, it's about the Salmon family, particularly one of the daughters, Susie. She's a regular 14-year-old girl -she has a crush on the cute british guy (who dresses like a french man), she goes to school, she is the typical girl next door. Or was. On December 6th she is murdered, devastating the world she left behind.
Except, she isn't really dead. As her little brother puts it: "Susie's in the in-between.". Some call it heaven, but in Susie's words, it's "her own perfect world", and she feels as alive as ever. The only problem is that she is still haunted by her killer, even in her own perfect world. So, she tries to help her family bring justice to come, but she has no way to contact them.
The trailer doesn't give much away, but the identity of the killer is given: the neighbour. Her father and older sister suspect it, but the police insist they don't have any real proof, and that evidence is needed in order to be able to file him guilty of the murder.
And that's basically where the trailer stops.
But the director is Peter Jackson, who won Academy Awards for the Lord of the Rings movies, and he also directed the recent King Kong movie, which I really enjoyed. I've only seen the first Lord of the Rings, and it was back when I didn't pay much attention to acting, cinematography, and such. But, I remember it being pretty ok at least. I definitely didn't find it a bad film.
- Up In The Air.
Starring George Clooney, some other lady, but the one I did recognise was Jessica Stanley from Twilight, who looks slightly more mature in this movie than she did in Twilight. I believe her name is Anna Kendrick. Kendrik? I dunno. I think it's Kendrick.
The trailer also doesn't give much away, but way less than the trailer for Lovely Bones. The plot isn't even mentioned. I had to read the little Youtube description bit in order to understand. Instead, it shows him making a very interesting speech. I mean, seriously, it was really, really good. I know when people say interesting it's either because: a) they're in a language lesson, and the word interesting is practically the same in every European language so yeah, or b) because someone asks them what they thought of something and they pause and awkwardly say, "it was ... interesting" or "... different."
But the trailer was unique and beautiful. The speech he makes talks about putting everything in our lives in a single backpack. Start with the things on shelves, drawers, knick knacks. Then clothes and shoes and then get even bigger. TV, sofa, computer and keep getting bigger. Then fill it with people. Casual acquaintances, friends, and then people you trust with your biggest secrets. Brother, sister, parents, children, and finally: husband/wife, boyf/girlf.
George Clooney then says a very true fact: "Your relationships are the heaviest things in your life." It made me think about life. It was, very very, interesting.
The guy/chick who directed Juno directs this. So you know it will be worth watching, even though what really sold Juno for me was the dialogue. The way Juno spoke was actually so inspiration.
- The Princess and the Frog.
AH! NEW DISNEY FILM. ANIMATED FILM. ANIMATED CARTOON FILM. AH.
'nuff said.
No, that's a lie. There's so much more I can say about this. I explained the plot to Michael and he said it looked shit. But Michael is annoying me at the moment because he thinks of himself so superiorly. Eurgh.
Anyway, it tells the story of Tiana, a peasant girl with big dreams that in order to accomplish she needs money. An amount that she does not have. I don't exactly know why, but she finds a frog on a balcony that then talks. Isn't it weird how they all scream? Tbh, I would be relieved. Relieved that there is some form of magic in this world. Anyway, they come to the conclusion that he needs to be kissed by her in order to be human again. So, she does.
I think because she's not actually a real princess. But, anyway, she turns in a frog herself, so they go to New Orleans (why? I don't know. I really don't), to find the equivalent fairy godmother character of the movie to see if she can return them to their human forms.
Admittedly, it doesn't sound that good in words, but the trailer is so mesmerising. It claims to be directed by the same people from the Little Mermaid and Aladdin. SERIOUSLY. And it looks like the music's pretty catchy too.
- The Vampire's Assistant.
I read the book. Now that is enough said.
Is it? Well, not quite.
It's Darren Shan, and it's the first film, but they, for some reason, put the name of the second book in it for the main title. Circ du Freak is the subtitle thing.
Now I'm done.
- Capitalism: A Love Story.
For those who don't know, the dude in it films documentary style. I saw his 'Sicko' film about how the American health system sucks, and it really opened my eyes to how America is not this perfect little wonderland, even Hawaii. I mean, I thought Hawaii was like, the ultimatum. And I have his one on George Bush and how he sucks sitting on the little shoe rack thing, and I plan to watch it soon.
So, he's making a new one on Capitalism and I'll probably be the only one my age who really wants to see it. Maybe I'll see it with my parents because I'm just that extra little smudge of cool than everyone else.
- A Christmas Carol.
A new Jimmy Carrey film. And he only voice acts, so hopefully it won't suck. Seriously, the highlight of his career, for me, was Bruce Almighty, because I never really got into Ace Ventura and I don't think I was actually alive when he was in Batman.
Yes Man was good, but not as good. I think was saved it for me was the girl, Zooey something, who I really, really love. She's so pretty and I think she's a pretty decent actress. I love her hair, but I couldn't pull it off I don't think. I had a block fringe once, and it was kinda dodgy. Maybe if I got it cut professionally, it would be ok? I was told my block fringe brought out my eyes.
I've stopped talking about the film now. That's not good.
But the director also directed Back to the Future, Forrest Gump and the Polar Express. I've only seen half of Back to the Future and Forrest Gump, but I watched the Polar Express and it made me smile and cry. It made me miss believing blindly in Santa.
So, maybe it'll be good? Nah, it looks really really adequate.
I'm lazy so I'm gonna stop now. Obviously, I'm gonna see New Moon, and I'm not mentioning it 'cos only Kate really reads this, and she already knows I'm gonna go see it. Why would I not? Gawd.
What to talk about now?
I'm gonna finish the Natalie video I'm watching and then I'm gonna go.
XOXO.
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