Yet another quickie to wish everyone who reads this a very happy new year. For the first time ever, I feel sad at the end of a year, simply because, I, for the first time, had a year good enough for me to never want to forget it.
Here, it's still three minutes past ten, but I know that over there in the UK it's already 2010, which is bizarre, but whatevs innit bruv mate yeah. And it's probably past midnight over in Autralia, or not... Yes it is. Asked my papa. Sooo, happy 2010 Elisabeth! Hope you have a spectacular year. I miss England.
Felt a pang of nostalgia these past days because it's been raining lots and lots. My uncle, aunt and grandma were stranded because the rain had flooded the entrance bit of her flat, and they even had to go up the stairs, because it had reached inside the building and into the lift/elevator.
Spent these past days at my friend's, Luiza, and it was kinda awkward but fun. I met her friend, who, although was, as we'd say in Braz(s)il, "simpatia em pessoa", which means, "friendless in person", was also stupidly scadalously pretty. Every time I looked at her I felt like more and more of a tramp in my baggy t-shirt and old baggy denim shorts. I'd put a picture on here, because one of her older friends is a professional photographer whose picture are just plain gorgeous, but it feels too stalkerish since I barely know her.
The bad thing about going there was that I have a huge crush on her younger older brother --he's seventeen. He has the same name as my dad, Gustavo, and is tanned with ze most perfect six-pack I've ever seen. Not to mention he's so sweet; I mean, it probably meant nothing to him because this is how we greet people in Braz(s)il, but when he arrived from his work, he smiled at me and kissed me on both cheeks. Thinking aobut it now, my cheeks glow red and my stomach tightens and I hope my cousins don't notice me and continue to focus on Super Mario Galaxy.
Her older older brother is also really sweet, but as a genuinely older brother way. He showed us some magic tricks which my Luiza, my friend, discarded as lame and the oldest in the book. I, personally, thought they were pretty cool. He also played his guitar loudly to annoy his parents, and his dad yelled, "Close the door; I don't want to have to listen to that noise."
He coolly responded, "Yeah, but it's no fun make noise if no-one can hear it." --made my laugh.
Let's see... what else...
- Watched ze movie of P&P and possibly loved it more than the book. Was so sweet and cute, and made me visualise the book a bit more. Liked the alternate US ending in the special features, which consisted of a cute scene with Darcy and Lizzie. In it, they were discussing pet names, and she said that 'my dear' was not allowed, for it was what her father called her mother when he was cross; 'darling' everyday, I think; 'My pearl' on Sundays; and something else about a Goddess on special occasions. He then asked what to call her when he was cross, and suggested 'Mrs Darcy'. She replied that no, only when he was perfectly and incandescently happy. He then proceeded to kiss her forehead, gap in between her eyebrows, tip of nose, jaw, chin and then finally her lips, all while whispering, "Mrs. Darcy."
Also, the scene where Darcy helps Lizzie into the carriage and it's when they touch for the first time. You can see Darcy stretch out his hand as if it stung afterwards. SO CUTE. I love little things like that.
- Watched X-Men 3 again. Still think that Marie and Logan is forever. Sorry, Ciara. If you read the fanfiction I read, you'd understand. Only then.
- Met my cousin who was born on my birthday. She's called Ester. Is so cute. I'm in love with her, in the non-creepy way. It saddens me that I'll barely see her. Love her uncontionally and waiting for her to get here, if she does.
- Had the family secret Santa. Ester got me, and I got my Grandma. Got Gran a grill, like a George Forman one but not quite so often, and Ester got me a jumpsuit type thing which I'm wearing right now. It's gorgeous. Unfortunately, am also wearing a tooth paste stain. Is terrible. So, so terrible.
- My cousin cut her chin open like me one of these days, like me, on the edge of a swimming pool. I was also her age when I did so. She, however, did not need stitches; I needed 3.
- Sorry I forgot to wish you guys a Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, whatever. Hope your holidays were stunning.
-- Merani.
Thursday 31 December 2009
Monday 28 December 2009
mergh. why am i still here?
"God knows the world doesn't need another band,
But what a waste it would've been."
Looking Up - Paramore
I miss England. Too hot here for me to be able to bother to blog. I'm only doing this for you Ciara, be happy you souless monkey slut.
Went to Campo Grande today. Bought a pretty white dress for the new year. See, here, they take New Year much more seriously. People only stay at home if they're too tired to go out to the beach, otherwise they're there. Also, there's superstitions and beliefs, such as if it's an even year it's good, because it's even (although, when it's odd, e.g. 2009, they also say it's good, because it's odd), and you have to eat seven grapes whilst hopping on one foot. Not everyone believes in these, but what everyone does is dress in white, to start the year with purity. Because of this, it's usually pure white, with no patterns and stuff; sometimes yellow for happiness or green for wealth or something, but always something white. ALWAYS.
I've also heard that if it's all red, someone in your family or adjacent family or something, dies. Nice, huh?
This year I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going. Might go to Copacabana with my uncle, or might go to Barra da Tijuca with my auntie. Not sure. Don't care. I have a pretty dress.
Watched The Corpse Bride a few times. By a few times I meant four in the last two days; at least. I love Victor so much. He's so sweet and awkward. In fact, I love Johnny Depp. Ciara, I know you wouldn't do him, but I would. So, so would. He wouldn't have to dress up as Jack Sparrow or anything. In fact, when I went to see Avatar, and the advert for the new Alice in Wonderland came on, I was sitting there thinking, "Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Hehe, Helen is so funny. Wah, big pretty green eyes. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive. Attractive."
FINISHED P&P. MR. DARCY IS LOVE. FITZWILLIAM DARCY IS LOVE. No, srsly. I rather liked it. Characters were loveable, and although there was a lot of dialogue, what Austen could reveal with it was admirable. Four stars.
Paramore. Realised I haven't blogged about it yet.
Ok. So it was amazing. Seriously, I think back on it now and geniunely feel sad that I can't ever go back to that moment where I was screaming, "I LOVE YOU HAYLEY!111". I lost my voice and bought a t-shirt. Unforch they didn't play my favourite song off their new album, 'Playing God', but it was awesome all the same. I was sweating like a pig, my hair sticking to my neck despite it being in a shabby ponytail; my mascara had most likely ran down, ditto with my eyeliner; my throat ached from screaming too much and it burned with thirst, but when I yelled along to 'Where the Lines Overlap, to the lyrics, 'No one is as lucky as us', I felt that never truer words had been spoken.
Hope to blog soon,
--Merani.
Thursday 24 December 2009
we actually spell it brasil here, but whatevs.
Hey blog! You'll never guess what? I'm in Brazil. I know?! Insane right?! No, not really you silly goose. I come here roughly once a year.
God was it ever hard to get here? As you may or may not know, I have to take a transit flight to get to Brazil, so I stop in America. Because my mother gets a discount, it's cheaper, trust me.
So, we get to Houston and the only flight to Brazil is at nine o'clock in da evening. We know this, of course; it has always been this way. So, we go to this shopping mall/centre called Greenspoint, which we usually go to. I now have some Converse in white and a new ipod charger cable thing. Life is all fine and dandy.
Then, return to VIP area and pick up bags. Proceed to Terminal 18E or something or rather. Get there, no space on the plane, so we don't go. Lemme explain: we're standby, we only get to go on the plane if they have extra room, which is a pain, but at least we get to usually go First Class, which is nice.
So, we stay at this hotel called the Ramada, which we only learn about by chance, and go there, because breakfast is included. Get there, brush teeth and off to bed.
Wake up rather tired due to an inconvenience (?) known as TIME CHANGE, and stagger down to breakfast, wearing ma new shoes. Get juice over my new shoes. Angst. Do you want to know how I spilt it? I'm sure it will amuse you. Here's what happened: I was putting my egg and sausages in the microwave to heat up, and then put the cup in front on the microwave door. When I tried to remove the items from the microwave, the door was a little stiff, so I recklessly yanked it open, thus knocking over the cup, so that the contents dribbled down onto my feet.
Try again for about three more days at the airport and fail to get on a plane. Meet two families of Brazilians who live in Boston and discuss how horrible the weather is and how the snow stops everything. Play on DS and train Brain. Read The Lovely Bones. Eat unhealthy food to the point where skin begins to break out. Frustration. Spend full twenty minutes trying to arrange hair which I cut myself, meaning it's all lop-sided and awkward. Learn actions to The Twelve Days of Christmas from my brother. Forget it after Eight Maids-a Milking.
Go to airport again. Meet adorable little boy named Daniel. Actually get on plane. Go on plane and finish reading The Lovely Bones. Start watching the first Princess Diaries. Fall asleep. Wake up. Have dinner. Fall asleep. Wake up and laze around until plane lands. Arrive.
That was the journey. I also went to downtown Houston and to another shopping centre called Deerbrook so I could see Avatar with my family. That was good. Would not make my top ten favourite films of the year, but would be in the top twenty, definitely. I was strangely attracted to the guy, but only when he was blue. As I left the cinema, some guy, who clearly did not like the film, was ranting on about how it was, and I quote, "...Dances With Wolves --with Smurfs." That made me laugh, because it was a little slice of true.
Am now losing weight due to uncontrollable and uncomfortable sweat. Just had some desserts and felt bad because I was too stuffed to eat anymore depsite them looking delish.
Started reading Pride and Predjudice. It's so hot here I can barely be bothered to move. I just lay in the hammock reading Pride an Predjudice, which Í'm still not halfway through, because it's so long. Seriously, it's mostly dialogue. It's not too bad, but I wish Austen described surroundings more, and stopped the peeps talking about bs. I love Mr. Darcy though. I love, love, love him. And Elizabeth is cool, but atm she's like, 'BLERGH MR. DARCY'S EVIL BECAUSE HE TREATS HIS FATHER'S GODSON IMPOLITELY. THE NERVE OF HIM. I HATE HIM BUT I'M STILL GONNA LET HIM KISS MY HAND TWICE WHEN WE'RE AT THE BALL. MAARGGHHH.', which I dislike. Mr. Darcy is awesome. At least, I think that's the reason why... Not sure. If you know, tell me, because that's all I could pick up.
Hm. What happened today.
- I was sick outside my Gran's flats for some reason. I woke up feeling off-ish and then felt sick for the whole car ride from ine to hers, and then I couldn't pretend I wasn't feeling ill anymore and informed my Gran. She rushed me outta the car and I was sick by a tree. It was yellow. Yes, I know you wanted to know that. You're welcome.
- Apparently I'm getting 'colour'? Great. So before, I was so white I was transparent? Not fair --my whole family's tanned or capable of becoming so.
- Went to the market today with my auntie to buy lunch. I ate a bolinho de carne, which is like, a salty snack with meat. It's nice. And I had sugar cane juice, which is also really nice.
- Played on the Wii; Rayman's rabbits.
- Watched Pirates of the Caribbean and giggled and smiled to myself the whole way through. My brother asked what was funny, and I was like, "Ah, that Jack --he's so funny!" *dismissive wave of the hand* If you didn't know, a guy dressed as Jack Sparrow at EXPO touched my arse twice, which I decided to be flattered by. Now I just go around claiming that Jack Sparrow treated me nicely. Is fun.
See you guyses soon,
--Merani.
PS. That little boy really was cute. My mum was talking to him in a queue, and he said he was going on a plane. "That's right!" My mum replied. "Where's the plane gonna take you?" The boy blinked at her, pointed and looked towards the ceiling and answered, "Up." <3
God was it ever hard to get here? As you may or may not know, I have to take a transit flight to get to Brazil, so I stop in America. Because my mother gets a discount, it's cheaper, trust me.
So, we get to Houston and the only flight to Brazil is at nine o'clock in da evening. We know this, of course; it has always been this way. So, we go to this shopping mall/centre called Greenspoint, which we usually go to. I now have some Converse in white and a new ipod charger cable thing. Life is all fine and dandy.
Then, return to VIP area and pick up bags. Proceed to Terminal 18E or something or rather. Get there, no space on the plane, so we don't go. Lemme explain: we're standby, we only get to go on the plane if they have extra room, which is a pain, but at least we get to usually go First Class, which is nice.
So, we stay at this hotel called the Ramada, which we only learn about by chance, and go there, because breakfast is included. Get there, brush teeth and off to bed.
Wake up rather tired due to an inconvenience (?) known as TIME CHANGE, and stagger down to breakfast, wearing ma new shoes. Get juice over my new shoes. Angst. Do you want to know how I spilt it? I'm sure it will amuse you. Here's what happened: I was putting my egg and sausages in the microwave to heat up, and then put the cup in front on the microwave door. When I tried to remove the items from the microwave, the door was a little stiff, so I recklessly yanked it open, thus knocking over the cup, so that the contents dribbled down onto my feet.
Try again for about three more days at the airport and fail to get on a plane. Meet two families of Brazilians who live in Boston and discuss how horrible the weather is and how the snow stops everything. Play on DS and train Brain. Read The Lovely Bones. Eat unhealthy food to the point where skin begins to break out. Frustration. Spend full twenty minutes trying to arrange hair which I cut myself, meaning it's all lop-sided and awkward. Learn actions to The Twelve Days of Christmas from my brother. Forget it after Eight Maids-a Milking.
Go to airport again. Meet adorable little boy named Daniel. Actually get on plane. Go on plane and finish reading The Lovely Bones. Start watching the first Princess Diaries. Fall asleep. Wake up. Have dinner. Fall asleep. Wake up and laze around until plane lands. Arrive.
That was the journey. I also went to downtown Houston and to another shopping centre called Deerbrook so I could see Avatar with my family. That was good. Would not make my top ten favourite films of the year, but would be in the top twenty, definitely. I was strangely attracted to the guy, but only when he was blue. As I left the cinema, some guy, who clearly did not like the film, was ranting on about how it was, and I quote, "...Dances With Wolves --with Smurfs." That made me laugh, because it was a little slice of true.
Am now losing weight due to uncontrollable and uncomfortable sweat. Just had some desserts and felt bad because I was too stuffed to eat anymore depsite them looking delish.
Started reading Pride and Predjudice. It's so hot here I can barely be bothered to move. I just lay in the hammock reading Pride an Predjudice, which Í'm still not halfway through, because it's so long. Seriously, it's mostly dialogue. It's not too bad, but I wish Austen described surroundings more, and stopped the peeps talking about bs. I love Mr. Darcy though. I love, love, love him. And Elizabeth is cool, but atm she's like, 'BLERGH MR. DARCY'S EVIL BECAUSE HE TREATS HIS FATHER'S GODSON IMPOLITELY. THE NERVE OF HIM. I HATE HIM BUT I'M STILL GONNA LET HIM KISS MY HAND TWICE WHEN WE'RE AT THE BALL. MAARGGHHH.', which I dislike. Mr. Darcy is awesome. At least, I think that's the reason why... Not sure. If you know, tell me, because that's all I could pick up.
Hm. What happened today.
- I was sick outside my Gran's flats for some reason. I woke up feeling off-ish and then felt sick for the whole car ride from ine to hers, and then I couldn't pretend I wasn't feeling ill anymore and informed my Gran. She rushed me outta the car and I was sick by a tree. It was yellow. Yes, I know you wanted to know that. You're welcome.
- Apparently I'm getting 'colour'? Great. So before, I was so white I was transparent? Not fair --my whole family's tanned or capable of becoming so.
- Went to the market today with my auntie to buy lunch. I ate a bolinho de carne, which is like, a salty snack with meat. It's nice. And I had sugar cane juice, which is also really nice.
- Played on the Wii; Rayman's rabbits.
- Watched Pirates of the Caribbean and giggled and smiled to myself the whole way through. My brother asked what was funny, and I was like, "Ah, that Jack --he's so funny!" *dismissive wave of the hand* If you didn't know, a guy dressed as Jack Sparrow at EXPO touched my arse twice, which I decided to be flattered by. Now I just go around claiming that Jack Sparrow treated me nicely. Is fun.
See you guyses soon,
--Merani.
PS. That little boy really was cute. My mum was talking to him in a queue, and he said he was going on a plane. "That's right!" My mum replied. "Where's the plane gonna take you?" The boy blinked at her, pointed and looked towards the ceiling and answered, "Up." <3
Sunday 13 December 2009
the british can still be thankful.
So... Inspiration for blogging has seemed to have thinned fairly recently. As always, my life has been delightfully uneventful.
So readers. I am currently getting ready for my holiday in Brazil. And while for those who don't know me, may think that that's totally cool and random and exciting. But really, I've been too many times and all I do is see my family again and pretend that I'm not socially awkward and can speak Portuguese without stuttering.
So, that may sound that I'm terribly spoilt, but really, I'm not. The main thing I guess is that I'll miss my friends and that I just get really bored. And I have a 23 hour voyage. The good thing is that I stop in America for six hours and I get to converse with them and feel really intellectual.
And my hand luggage has tiled Chinese dolls printed on it. I'm perfectly aware of how awesome it is, and I'll let you be jealous. It's ok.
Kay. So yesterday I went to Sophie's and had the most fun I had had in a while. Beforehand I had goen to Kate's , and we made cookies of characters such as Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Jareth, Dumbledore, Peter Pan, etc. We then made videos with them, with her parents in the next room. Gosh we're cool.
So me and Kate got the train to Hove Station and walked to Sophie's. On the way, we ran into Ryan and he made casual chit chat, which made me smile, because had we ran into any other boy in the popular crowd, they would have just looked at the ground and pretend that they hadn't saw us, and they would've excepted us to do the same.
But seriously, it was ridiculous amounts of fun. I watched Home Alone for the first time and felt like a five year old again, because it was so cheesy and so badly acted, but I still was in stitches. And screaming when the dude stepped on a needle. Seriously, Macaulay Culkin is a devil child. But he's still so, so cute.
So yeah. We made a pretty weird looking cake. It was fine when the icing was blue and it looked really sweet (no pun intended? I really mean sweet), but then Sophie added the red icing too, and it went browny, purple. Friggin' retard. Then she threw on Smarties and Mini Marshmallows, and it looked like a bizarre mess. If you've seen The Grinch, well, the only way I can explain it is that it's the sort of colourful mess that belongs in that interpretation of the world of the Whos.
Then Kate went home and me, Lauren and Sophie watched Nerimon and drank hot chocolate.
So I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, being on the wrong side of the world and all, but I'd be thankful for days like yesterday. And mostly my friends in general.
Okay, questions:
What are your favourite Christmas songs? Mine are Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Pablo the Mexican Reindeer, Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, Baby It's Cold Outside, 12 Days of Christmas, Grandma Got Run Over by A Reindeer, Please Daddy, and practically the rest of them.
What do you want for Christmas? I want a digital camcorder and the knowledge of how to edit videos successfully so I can be a vlogger too! :D
Are you doing anything for the holidays?
Love, Merani.
So readers. I am currently getting ready for my holiday in Brazil. And while for those who don't know me, may think that that's totally cool and random and exciting. But really, I've been too many times and all I do is see my family again and pretend that I'm not socially awkward and can speak Portuguese without stuttering.
So, that may sound that I'm terribly spoilt, but really, I'm not. The main thing I guess is that I'll miss my friends and that I just get really bored. And I have a 23 hour voyage. The good thing is that I stop in America for six hours and I get to converse with them and feel really intellectual.
And my hand luggage has tiled Chinese dolls printed on it. I'm perfectly aware of how awesome it is, and I'll let you be jealous. It's ok.
Kay. So yesterday I went to Sophie's and had the most fun I had had in a while. Beforehand I had goen to Kate's , and we made cookies of characters such as Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Jareth, Dumbledore, Peter Pan, etc. We then made videos with them, with her parents in the next room. Gosh we're cool.
So me and Kate got the train to Hove Station and walked to Sophie's. On the way, we ran into Ryan and he made casual chit chat, which made me smile, because had we ran into any other boy in the popular crowd, they would have just looked at the ground and pretend that they hadn't saw us, and they would've excepted us to do the same.
But seriously, it was ridiculous amounts of fun. I watched Home Alone for the first time and felt like a five year old again, because it was so cheesy and so badly acted, but I still was in stitches. And screaming when the dude stepped on a needle. Seriously, Macaulay Culkin is a devil child. But he's still so, so cute.
So yeah. We made a pretty weird looking cake. It was fine when the icing was blue and it looked really sweet (no pun intended? I really mean sweet), but then Sophie added the red icing too, and it went browny, purple. Friggin' retard. Then she threw on Smarties and Mini Marshmallows, and it looked like a bizarre mess. If you've seen The Grinch, well, the only way I can explain it is that it's the sort of colourful mess that belongs in that interpretation of the world of the Whos.
Then Kate went home and me, Lauren and Sophie watched Nerimon and drank hot chocolate.
So I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, being on the wrong side of the world and all, but I'd be thankful for days like yesterday. And mostly my friends in general.
Okay, questions:
What are your favourite Christmas songs? Mine are Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Pablo the Mexican Reindeer, Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, Baby It's Cold Outside, 12 Days of Christmas, Grandma Got Run Over by A Reindeer, Please Daddy, and practically the rest of them.
What do you want for Christmas? I want a digital camcorder and the knowledge of how to edit videos successfully so I can be a vlogger too! :D
Are you doing anything for the holidays?
Love, Merani.
Sunday 6 December 2009
sorry blog.
I apologise for neglecting you. I also apologise to Lauren, who is possibly the best person in the world, simply because she keeps nagging me to write in this thing, thus making me feel special.
So here I am.
Today is Sunday, and I should really be starting my History and R.E. essay. But I can always do that tomorrow, when I can't go on the computer and can't be distracted. I mean, sure, I can carry on reading The Shining, but I won't. Shut up brain --stop trying to give me distractions for tomorrow.
I'll actually go get ready soon so I can go to town with Kate; we're going Christmas shopping, because we're exhchanging presents next Saturday. Why so early, you may ask? Because I'm going to Brazil in two weeks time, meaning I'll be missing Christmas, so we're doing this early.
So yeah. Decided to buy presents for: Lauren, Kate, Leah, Sophie, George, Sara, Mum, Dad and Calvin. I'm gonna receive around £20 for this, and it should be enough. Getting Sophie some bracelets and Lauren a book. The Time Traveler's Wife to be exact. Can't spell Traveller's/Traveler's. Damn.
Ok, so yesterday was chaotic. Went to London, which was nice. I like London. I feel all British and stuff and like, lucky, y'know? I dunno, Americans can go to New York or somewhere cool like that for a weekend or go on a roadtrip here or something. So, London is the most famous place I live near; Brighton doesn't quite cut it, despite it being as lovely as it is.
But it pretty much fucked up a lot. A whole lot.
Basically, my mum neglected to mention we were going to the Landmark Forum, which is like, to say lightly, just bollocks. I mean, the motive is to take control of your life and love living it, but bleh. Did not appeal and did not sign up for it.
Two people informed us on what is was and what the eff it was about. The lady was called Paula Ver-something. She looked as if Glinda got bad highlights and stole Elphaba's nose. She was overly quirky and smiley, so I noticed her teeth were kind of crooked. I know that's kind of harsh, but yeah, I was actually writing it all down in my head so I could actually blog about it later.
The guy was called Ricardo and was from Venezuela.
Paula did most of the talking.
Long story short, they asked about us and what we thought about life and stuff. I decided to be difficult (because I went there against my own will and felt no need to be pleasant), and said that I loved school and liked life and that it was awesome. Ahh, lying is fun.
Then we got talking about my friends and I told her about Leah. She said that I should do it to basically be honest and whatever. I got impatient and just denied everything she said and I think by being difficult I made her not like me.
What's more, I didn't like her. Because she just always had this smug, knowing smile and whenever I said something, she would smile fake-ly and nod for about three seconds, as if she wanted me to expand on everything I uttered.
Bah, more later.
Lotsa love, Merani.
PS. I love you Lauren, Ciara, Kate, Elisabeth, and 'I don't know...', who is following me now.
So here I am.
Today is Sunday, and I should really be starting my History and R.E. essay. But I can always do that tomorrow, when I can't go on the computer and can't be distracted. I mean, sure, I can carry on reading The Shining, but I won't. Shut up brain --stop trying to give me distractions for tomorrow.
I'll actually go get ready soon so I can go to town with Kate; we're going Christmas shopping, because we're exhchanging presents next Saturday. Why so early, you may ask? Because I'm going to Brazil in two weeks time, meaning I'll be missing Christmas, so we're doing this early.
So yeah. Decided to buy presents for: Lauren, Kate, Leah, Sophie, George, Sara, Mum, Dad and Calvin. I'm gonna receive around £20 for this, and it should be enough. Getting Sophie some bracelets and Lauren a book. The Time Traveler's Wife to be exact. Can't spell Traveller's/Traveler's. Damn.
Ok, so yesterday was chaotic. Went to London, which was nice. I like London. I feel all British and stuff and like, lucky, y'know? I dunno, Americans can go to New York or somewhere cool like that for a weekend or go on a roadtrip here or something. So, London is the most famous place I live near; Brighton doesn't quite cut it, despite it being as lovely as it is.
But it pretty much fucked up a lot. A whole lot.
Basically, my mum neglected to mention we were going to the Landmark Forum, which is like, to say lightly, just bollocks. I mean, the motive is to take control of your life and love living it, but bleh. Did not appeal and did not sign up for it.
Two people informed us on what is was and what the eff it was about. The lady was called Paula Ver-something. She looked as if Glinda got bad highlights and stole Elphaba's nose. She was overly quirky and smiley, so I noticed her teeth were kind of crooked. I know that's kind of harsh, but yeah, I was actually writing it all down in my head so I could actually blog about it later.
The guy was called Ricardo and was from Venezuela.
Paula did most of the talking.
Long story short, they asked about us and what we thought about life and stuff. I decided to be difficult (because I went there against my own will and felt no need to be pleasant), and said that I loved school and liked life and that it was awesome. Ahh, lying is fun.
Then we got talking about my friends and I told her about Leah. She said that I should do it to basically be honest and whatever. I got impatient and just denied everything she said and I think by being difficult I made her not like me.
What's more, I didn't like her. Because she just always had this smug, knowing smile and whenever I said something, she would smile fake-ly and nod for about three seconds, as if she wanted me to expand on everything I uttered.
Bah, more later.
Lotsa love, Merani.
PS. I love you Lauren, Ciara, Kate, Elisabeth, and 'I don't know...', who is following me now.
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