Yeah, Clooney is pretty cool

Watching Goldeneye with my Pa, I was like "what's that guy from?" and my Dad's like "Sharp" and then he's like "and who's that other guy?" ho ho, I can see he's setting me up for this one. And I'm all "Pierce freakin' Brosnan, only the coolest guy ever...except for George Clooney"
And we agreed that Clooney is indeed very cool.

Sometimes I wonder what Pa would think of my blog, other than thinking I'm utterly insane and trying to somehow stop my reading of all things fanfiction (as if he could), I'm not sure what he would do...he would know all my secrets. I don't think he would really know what to do with them though. I'd find more! Nothing can stop me! Mwahah!

Yeah, not so much.

On another note, can Bond speak like every language or what? Because that freakin' awesome.

I usually wake up earlier than other people

My body is well clocked. It takes a fair amount of time to convince my body to not wake up at 7:00 AM every morning, even if I stayed up all night, it still insists on getting up at 7:00. Here is what I do when I wake up earlier than the host of a sleepover.

- Write things that never happened/never will happen on the other person's calendar and see if they notice (this could take a while)
- If their calendar has photos on it, draw on those photos. I like to give each person in the photo a persona. This also works on animals.
- Go to the bathroom
- Get a glass of water
- Go to the bathroom again.
- Lie in bed and let your mind wander
- Read fanfiction on their computer
- Blog on their computer (I am not doing that right now)
- Play any games they have on their computer
- Wander around the house
- Hang out with any siblings
- Hang out with their mum! There is a high chance you will score some brownie points and possible brownies from this
- Rearrange the posters on their wall and see if they notice
- Think about what you're going to do the next day
- Think about time travel and how if someone were to travel back in time to your childhood and screwed something up, your whole future and present would change
- Then think about how the could have already happened, but you wouldn't know it
- Then think about how it wouldn't have changed because it was supposed to happen, so therefore it isn't different to what your life is like now because it would have already happened because the future, past and present are all happening at the same time.
- Keep going on this thought path until you explode with how incomprehensible and confusing time travel is
- Read this blog and explode
- Imagine you have super powers
- Run somewhere, like full on sprint down the street and back
- Contemplate how people can be Team Jacob, when it doesn't make any sense. It's like a rigged game, everyone knows who's going to win, it's like betting on the horse than can't walk. If you hate Edward so much, why don't you read another freakin' book?
- Take pictures from strange perspectives on your phone
- Sit outside and stare at the sky.
- If it's raining imagine the sky and imagine clouds that look like things.

That's all I've got, see you guys next time!

I want a dragon

Dragons are where it's at, you guys. Dogs, cats, ponies, birds, they're in the past. Dragons are the future.

I want a dragon. I'll ride it to the store to buy bread. I'll take it for walks around the neighbourhood. I'll feed it fish. I'll keep it in my garage. I want one.


I just watched How To Train Your Dragon. Loved it. I cried like three times. That's embarrassing... That freakin' kid took his damn time when freeing his dragon. It's like, hey, maybe do something while they're buckling your dragon to that boat. Maybe make some sort of commotion or burn down a house. Maybe set fire to a boat and then while everyone is freaking out about the fire, you could free your dragon. Ugh! Damn, not real, people in movies, can't do anything right.

So that's why I want a dragon.

The thing about the internet is...

You don't when like anything happens, unless you use it. And then, I still have very little idea of what's going on.

Around the interwebs I had heard of a Doctor Who "Christmas special". I was very excited, except from the small bits I had read about it, I couldn't figure out when it was on. I still don't know when it was on... might have been yesterday, I do not know. The only reason I knew it had happened was because a fellow Doctor Who fan, ElectricFaerieDust, had asked if we, viewers, had liked the "Christmas special". So I'm all like "I missed it. MUST WATCH NOW!" and now I'm really excited.


New thing.

You know what pisses me off and makes me feel like a bit of geezer?

Freakin' texting/emailing/all that kind of thing and the lack of inflection or tone. You never know when people are being sarcastic, passive aggressive, bitchy, joking, pissed, sleepy, in a bit of a rush, sick, headachy, more variations of over all pissed off-ery, other things that involve using a different tone to normal speaking.

And people that suddenly get mad and just happen to be texting you and then you don't know if their texts are actually all bitchy or if they just worded it badly and didn't actually mean anything at all.

I have a friend that seems to get grumpy at a certain time of night. And it's like they're mad for no reason at all, but they don't realise it, they think they're reason for being cranky is completely understandable. It's not. People need to calm down.

Also, Justin Beiber. The Beebs pisses me off. So much.

WOODFORD!

That's right, went to Woodford for a day and a night. So glad I went.

Saw Kate Miller-Heidke sing-rapping "The Real Slim Shady". It was so sick. And yes, I would advise people to youtube that, because it's amazing and I've listened to it like seven times and I plan to continue the non-stop Kate-Miller Heidke/Eminem rampage of amazing listening.

I'm listening to it right now.

I saw some awesome comedy where the comedian asked the audience if she should reenact her proposal, of course, we all went wild. Must see that. So she got a volunteer to play her husband and, of all the people, the audience decided we liked the half naked, muscular, man in rolled down wetsuit. It was hilarious.

I read a lot. I don't fare well sleeping in tents, so I read my book (Club Dead by Charlaine Harris and then Dead to the World) in the light of my phone sitting on my shoulder.


At one point some security guy said, and I do quote, "Keep moving, hippy". Outrageous. Although I did look like a bit of a hippy, with my fishermen pants tucked into my knee high stripy socks, in my wellies.

So fun!

And now I'm all clean and comfy, attaching Nigella cook things. You guys know how much I love Nigella.

Once I start, I can't seem to stop

When I write a post, I get caught up in my writing and all creative (and a little weird) and then I have a crazy urge to write something, but usually when I write, I'll just write until all my creative juices are out and then I'll never finish the story and then I'll be sad. So intend, I just write like a million blog posts in one night about nothing and only post the less strange ones (Yes, it could get weirder than this).


Butterflies are such an odd feeling, literally like a few butterflies are stuck in your chest or stomach and are trying frantically to get out.

Sometime it's nice, all anticipationy and excitable. Sometimes, not so much, all panicy and so not wanting to do that drama performance-y. It intrigues me that butterflies come in such a variety. Doesn't seem like they're ever the same. Right now, I've got lots of OHMYGODI'MSOEXCITED butterflies all up in my chest. And also some that are like "oh man, I really hope I don't suddenly develop car sickness and throw up everywhere." or "Don't get too excited, you guys, what if it's not as good as you think it'll be?" - those are the reasonable butterflies.

Okay, starting to sound like a crazy person, I don't think I'll post this one, or at least not all of it.

But then again, I don't like editing and re-editing my posts, they never seem completely me, if I've read through them over and over and pieced them together. I think I'll leave it how it is.

Yep, let's do it.

I'm gonna go read some more True Blood now, I've been trying to read a book a day, seems kinda impressive, but I'd usually read atleast twenty chapters of fanfic which are about ten thousand words each and these books only have like twelve chapters a book, so, so far, so good.

Good God, I hate you, The Sims 3

I bought you ages ago and I've hardly been able to play you. Do you not like World Adventures? Is this what your problem is? If I uninstall it, will you stop being such a jerk? I doubt it, but I'll try, anything to please you, Sims 3.

Nope, you still aren't happy. How are you not "compatible" with the base game? You were made for each other, guy, come on. Soul mates, two peas in a pod, two halves of one soul, all that shizz, that's you and The Sims 3 base game. Why can't you love each other the way I love you?! Why, Sims 3? Why?!

You make me sad face. I don't like to sad face. It distracts me from reading about vampires and makes me focus solely on trying to friggin' fix you, which is seeming impossible at this point.

I'm thinking I'll email EA Games, but the last time I emailed someone about something relating to computers...well, it left me a bit angry. Freakin' Alfredo and his inability to fix my problems. It should even happen, okay, you guys!? Stuff like my True Bloods not playing just shouldn't happen. It makes me very mad.

On a much a happier note, OH MY GOD, GUYS, WOODFORD TOMORROW! FREAKIN' WOODFORD! Kate Miller-Heidke, the girl crush of my life is playing and I'm so excited, I could pee my pants (if I were wearing any. See: Things I do when I'm bored, not numbered, but go to number 9.) So excited!! It's most likely gonna be rainy and floody and muddy, and I'm probably going to slip and fall on my ass, but it'll totally be worth it! And I'm camping with my best bud at Tent City (Yiii!) and I'm super excited as I've only been excited once before in my life and the tents at Tent City are apparently really waterproof and not totally horrible, so that's nice. And hot water, you guys!
Well that's put me in a better mood. Thanks, Kate Miller-Heidke.

Well, this is...weird

Like alternate bizarro universe kind of weird.

Matt Smith and Billie Piper, in a show together, talking. Not Dr. Who. No Daleks. No Christmas themed alien attacks. Eerie.

So, I'm watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl (yeah, I'm a weirdo like that) and I'm skimming through the ads and I'm all like "wait a minute, Rose, New Doctor? Is this a Dr. who ad? Has the new season finally arrived? Nope. The Doctor is just selling "Hannah" (Rose) a wedding present. Totally normal.

I wonder what they talked about when they weren't filming. Daleks? That would be so weird. But it wouldn't be weird if it was any other actors/actresses that were in the same show/movie and then in another one...maybe its just because I'm obsessed with doctor who. It all seems very wrong, to me. Like Matt King is going to whip out his sonic screwdriver and save Earth or Rose is going to suddenly have I-looked-into-the-time-vortex-and-now-I-can-kill-heaps-of-Daleks powery, lighty eyes powers. Favorite episode OF ALL TIME. Season 1 The Parting of the Ways!

Oh my freakin' god, you guys! They totally banged. That's so so friggin' weird! Why would they want to make me so confused and conflicted?

Uncle_Funguz, you are insane, bro

Yes, I'm playing Black Ops again, what of it?

So me and my bro figured out that we could kill zombies online, rather than continuously be thrashed by the hellhounds, and piggy back off of the other guys' success. And possibly stay alive.

Didn't turn out so well. We had no way of communicating with Uncle_Funguz or his associate Uncle_Fungus(2) and this made it very frustrating and difficult to tell them to open doors or ask them how the hell they got so much money?!

Levels 1-6, we managed pretty well, after that, I started dying more often. Things started to get a little scary. Zombies started not wanting to die more and hellhounds were surprisingly abundant. Shit. Got. Real.

Eventually, we couldn't take it anymore.

So when we left, Uncle_Fungunz was like "Awwww! Duuude, come on!" It was hilarious. It's not like they needed us...although we soon figured out that ending our game would end their game and thus stop his streak of not dying every two seconds (as was my record). And all the way to level 11, too.

Level 5, you are one scary mofo

Freakin' hellhounds, you guys. I dislike level 5 very much so.

Playing Black Ops (Zombies!) and here is an excerpt from a conversation me and my bro had whilst playing.

Me: Ahh! What's coming?!
Bro: Just zombies, Ell.
Me: Just zombies? Seriously?!

Ah, good times!

Don't you love the adrenalin rush that killing zombies gives you? And the crap-your-pants-scared feeling that you get when you know hellhounds are coming for you? Hellhounds are scary, man. All fire-y and fast. At first, I thought they were zombies, on fire, crawling around on the ground.
Quite frightening.

We've only gotten up to level 6 and it's scary as, guys. I've died so many times. And dying is like the least frightening bit. For some reason, the zombies don't care about the dying people...doesn't that make your reason for living even more ridiculous, zombies? I always thought you were after our brains...apparently not, you just enjoy killing innocent russian guys that call you Zom-bitches.

I like Gustof, I don't know if that's his name, but that's what I call the guy that calls the zombies "zom-bitches" and says he's going to "dance in their intestines" and then "fuck them".
He seems like a good guy...and his insults are hilarious.
"I just killed like a million zombies!"

Hah, hilarious. I love this game. Makes me type all fast and energetic like (what with the being terrified and having russian accents.)

Now, to kill more zombies.

UPDATEY: Watching an inside-the-game movie thing where Kennedy and his buds are at the pentagon. Dude, Kennedy is a bad ass. He's like "Ah, it seems the pentagon has been breached by zombies" And I'm all like "You say that very calmly, Mr. President." And bam! double wall swing around thingy and heaps of mothertruckin' guns! HEAPS! He knows how it is.

No thanks! I only cook what Nigella tells me to cook.

Showed him, damn Beyond River Cottage Special man. Him and his intriguing opening line "Christmas time can be a stressful time..." but I didn't hear the rest because I changed the channel too quickly. Damn him!

I feel like I can only trust Nigella with my cooking needs. Every time I've tried to watch another chef they've been stuffing something down something's neck or cooking something that closely resembles vomit, or dirt, or something equally unappetizing.

Nigella knows all. Always.

Well that's just...freaking...awesome

So it seems I've gotten myself some sort of paying job. I'm an entrepeuner or a free lancer or whatever...pretty much I'm starting giving facials to my family members and friends for cheap. Now no one can say little rich girl doesn't work for her money. Although, I'm not sure I know if anyone calling me "little rich girl"...that would be odd.

So back to the beauty biz. Yeah, that's right, little rich girl is a working girl now (not a prostitute) and I'm very excited. A little freaked out too, touching people's faces and what not...it's a bit weird.

Well, I'm sure this was very interesting for everyone involved...sorry.

See you guys in the flip side!

Things I do when I'm bored that you should do as well

- make yourself a hot hair mask
- give yourself a facial
- make your own moisturising mask
- count the money in my money hat
- find a hat, put any and all your loose change in it, now you have a money hat
- see how much change you can accumulate in your money hat
- be surprised by how much money is in your money hat
- notice that you no longer hate getting change
- hang out in your underwear
- learn something new
- take the first steps of getting over a fear
- pack for something months in advance
- paint something
- get better at painting
- write a blog post about what you do when your bored
- read the labels on things
- clean
- see how long you can stop thinking for
- focus on something really hard (example. an eraser)
- do things in slow motion
- watch the infomercial channel and buy something you'll never use
- write funny notes and leave them around your house
- watch an entire season of Dr. Who
- rearrange the posters on your wall
- learn the lyrics to rap songs (I could die now, rebirth, mothertrucker. Jump in my spaceship and leave Earth, mothertrucker. -Lil Wayne Drop The World, in my own way.
- go to the park and see if you can run like an over energetic 9 year old
- see how many squats you can do
- make something Magyver style (ie. give yourself a straw, a paper clip and a hair tie and see what you can make)
- learn the lyrics to any song
- do something you can be proud of yourself for
- see all the things you can fix with super glue
- buy a bunch of beads and not know what your going to do with them
- bake cookies
- try something new
- cook something new
- eat something new that you cooked yourself (a good new thing that a lot of people are afraid of - tofu)
- think about something your really excited about
- imagine you were a witch/wizard and what you would do/who you would maim
- if you have any pets, teach them tricks
- expand your underpants/pajamas radius (see HIMYM "The Best Burger in New York" "Lily explained that Marshall's been pretty down lately, without a job. She explained his underpants radius had grown out of control. One day, she came home and he hadn't put on pants all day. It was funny at first, and then one day he opened the door in his underpants to get the paper. Then he went downstairs to get the mail in his underpants. Finally, he went out to dinner in his underpants. "The lower your self-esteem gets," Ted explained. "The greater your underpants radius becomes.""
Minus the low self-esteem part
That's all I've got right now, but I'll add more later.

The terrifying "Scarfish"

"Yeah, there are heaps of starfish around here."
"Scarfish?!!" *run away!*
I'm afraid of fish.
Not all fish, but some fish.
Fish that hide under the sand or fish that look like things and then turn out not to be said things and bite you (stonefish).

So I'm at Moreton Island right now and I went for a swim in the ocean with my bro, his friend, Charl, and my friend, Meg. There were lots of "rocks" in the water and Charl was like "what's with all these rocks?" and some girl said "there are heaps of starfish around here." and I thought she said "scarfish and I freaked out and ran out if the water, which is very hard to do when in the ocean as there is water all around and currents and my overall lack of swimming skill when I am scared.

So, don't know if a "scarfish" is a real fish, but if it is I'm sure it will terrify me, just based on the name. What? It's a scary name...

Pat and Charl had quite a lot of fun with my fear of "scarfish" and by association starfish too. Always with the "what's that on the sand?!" and me screaming and jumping on Charl's back and him trying to dump me off and me holding on for dear life, therefore making it near impossible for him to get me off his back. Good times!

Anyway, I took some photos (on my new iPhone 4!), but I only brought my iPad, so I'll put those up when I get back on wednesday.

Laters homies.

There is super glue on my finger, I almost permanently attached my hand to a magnet

I have super glue in my room purely because super glue is like hot glue, but doesn't require electricity. I did not think of how I will inadvertently glue something to myself at some point if there is super glue in my room. I was fine up until now, careless and dangerous, but fine all the same.

I use super glue for all sorts of things I probably shouldn't use it for. Fixing clothes (but now I have my sewing machine, so super glue is only for emergencies), fixing random bits and bobs, attaching things to other things, fixing my furniture. I like to fix a lot of things. My Dad is none the wiser.

This super glue on my finger is feeling weird, I keep rubbing my other finger on my thumb and being all "What? Is my skin peeling off?" nope, just super glue ...I don't know how I'm going to get it off...I would imagine oil might get it off...we'll see.

In other news, the spider in my tub is still there, it didn't move for about two hours and I was pretty sure it was dead. It's moved now. Definitely alive. Welp, no shower for me tonight.
Goodie.

I wrote a note for any unsuspecting (and lurking in my room) patrons so as not to get them eaten by my spider guard.



It says "There is possibly a very large spider in this bathroom. I would not advice entering unless under severe circumstances. (ie. earthquake, flood, FIRE!
Although I don't know how my bathroom would be of any use to you in these situations.)
Yours sincerely,
The Spider Queen"

Maybe I'll suck it up and try and release it without killing it; I need to keep my rein of The Spider Queen

-The Spider Queen

UPDATE: I've discovered that it moves in the darkness and is surprisingly fast. Scarily fast.
It went from crawling up the wall.

To the other side of the bathtub in the span of me taking a photo of the note on the door which was in the same room.

There he is by the glass door thingy

Freaked out and keeping my bathroom door closed. No saviour for scary looking spider. Sorry.

I am not The Spider Queen

Okay, spiders, seriously? You're about to cross a line that you can't return from, and that line is that there are too many freakin' spiders in my room and I'm about to go Peter Pan on your asses (I like this Peter Pan analogy, you can decide for yourself what it mean) and you'll die, and I'll be sad, and I'll feel guilty, and you'll still be dead.

I saved a spider a while ago and now the spiders seem to be congregating around me. They are growing in size and numbers. Last week, there were probably three daddy long legs, then there was a smallish huntsman, then there was this large ass huntsman outside my mum's room (at a different house to the one I am at now) and now there is a quite threateningly scary large huntsman in my bathtub. I don't know how you got through my window...



WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, SPIDERS? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!

Ever since I saved that freaking spider from getting drowned and stopped my spider killing spree (that was a few months ago), the spiders seem to have named me their queen. I'd be alright with that if they would freakin' tell me and not just randomly turn up and expect something from me that I have no idea how to give them. Do you want food? I'll give you food if you don't bite me (and I somehow manage to catch flies with my bare hands). Or maybe you can be my protectors? Save me from mosquitos and keep watch over my stuff while I'm at Moreton. I'd quite like that.

I'm not sure if threateningly scary large huntsman is even alive. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes...Maybe he's stuck in the tub? I sure as truck ain't gonna be saving his freaky ass. No siree.

...Actually I might. I'd rather like to be the spider queen... But I'll get a box and release him into the wild.

I better do that before Laura gets home...she truckin' hates spiders.

Wish me luck
-The Spider Queen

Appreciating lettuce

I love lettuce. (Yes that's my nutritious meal of choice) My fake Grandpa, Doug, (long story) has a veggie patch and it's like amazing. It's all orderly and pretty and he has so much stuff growing. I want a veggie patch that I can get most of my veggies from.

Anyway, went over to see him and fake Grandma, Bev, yesterday and got ourselves some fresh as they come lettuce. I'm going to start talking about lettuce and I can guarantee it will weird some people out, just btdubs.

I enjoy lettuce on it's own more than in a salad, I don't think people truly appreciate lettuce or how it tastes. It's more a filler salad to most people.

My mum showed me this thing called "Mindful eating" and it's pretty much where you notice stuff about your food and stops people from going all peter pan on their food and gorging like nobodies business. (I don't know where that peter pan analogy came from, it just seemed right) So I like to eat lettuce mindfully to further notice the lettucy goodness of it.

Lettuce can be eaten several ways (top to bottom, bottom upwards, sliced, sideways, etc, etc), I eat my lettuce nearly always bottom upwards (white bit to leafy bits), you get the awesome crunch of the white bit (I should find out what that's actually called...) and then the texture of all the leafy bits being crammed into your mouth at the same time. It's an intense eating experience. (note: cramming the leafy bits into your mouth isn't considered mindful eating by most experts, but I think it still is, you get a different kind of enjoyment than to eating it slowly)

Well, I'm done talking about lettuce now...that was strange.

P.S. OMG just remembered it's Shark Week. Merry Shark Week!

Candy canes do not hold enough nutritional value to keep me sustained

And this upsets me because I friggin' love candy canes. It's like after every Christmas I forget that candy canes exist and then Christmas comes along and I see all the trees and pretty lights and Santa being all creepy and I suddenly realise that candy canes are a thing and are awesome and go insane with candy cane hunger.

The candy canes came late this Christmas; usually they're out and about before school ends so those people can buy the mini ones and hand them out so they can feel good about themselves, but no, not until the 9th of December did I see a candy cane. Such sadness in the now candy cane filled world.

I like the rainbow ones that taste kinda like bananas and also kinda like pure sugar.
I also like the mint ones, gotta keep it classic.

I just remembered why I wrote this post...I was eating candy canes (mint ones) and my tum tum was all "FEEED MEEE!" and I was like "Say wuuuuut? I've been eating candy canes all morning." and now I've realised that I cant just continuously eat candy canes and expect to not die, I have to eat real foods. The horror. So now I'm gonna go rustle me up some fuds and then maybes go for a run to burn off all the candy cane goodness (that would be quite a long run).

Merry Jebus month!

Christmas lights adventure!

Last night my fam' and I went out Christmas light hunting. So many pretty lights!

I got some better photos of the one I was talking about before.


We walked through it, like literally through it. It was awesome. I was so excited I was vibrating and unable to take a stable photograph...yeah, that's my excuse...

Some were uniform and pretty (and had trees in the way)

And some were pretty much like "what were you thinking when you put this up?" Oh my whole street is doing it, I'll just put a some up in a completely disorderly fashion so I can feel included

Again. Why?

Puurty. Not really sure what's going on in the left half though...

Tea shop fun times!

The Tea Centre!

Atmosphere of before mentioned Tea Shoppe

So much tea! So delicious.

They had grow lights and plants at the place across from us! How sweet is that? It has an awesome name too:

You can't see the 'M', but I'm pretty sure it was called "Vampiano". Vamp bar, maybe?

This guy was humorous. He obviously didn't understand his iphone.


Pretty Christmas tree while waiting for my mother.

They call this a "Tall"?! Psha.

Lady sitting near me. Too grumpy to notice I'm taking photos of her...

My awesome harem pants

Photos from helping my bro clean the garage

I took a picture of this puddle because it looks like a llama. Look at it's happy little ears!


These are chillies that my neighbour has planted that have come through our fence. I like to call them "Free chillies!" Even though I don't like spicy food...


Struggling to get the friggin' pressure washer to turn the truck on!


A ginormious spider I saw.

OH MY GOD, SANTA'S WALKING TOWARDS ME! GO AWAY SANTA!

Don't the old guys in santa suits creep you out? They creep me out... Walking around all jolly and whatnot. I plan to get a picture with Santa this Christmas. I'll convince (black mail) my best friend into getting it with me. Shall be fun and a little weird... Maybe we'll pick a super jolly Santa, or maybe the creepiest of them all? Hmm...so manny choices.


LOOK HOW JOLLY I AM, I'M NOT CREEPY AT ALL! AM I?!?!

Here are some funny pictures I took today to control all the creepiness that's going on in this post.

You can't really see it, but it says The Beast and it's written in the dirt on the car

Har har, you people fail

It's probs the best...we don't really know...

Whoops, don't have my face stuff for unknown reasons, what am I to do?

I've been thinking recently about how long I would last without my cleanser and moisturizer (before I went on a homicidal rampage) and I'm going to Moreton island on Saturday, so I'm thinking I'll blog about that for anyone who may have forgotten their facial shizz on holiday or used them up and can't get more for reasons unknown to me.

These are mostly just useful for people with dry skin (also sensitive skin) except for the cleansing part...so just the moisturizing bit.

Cleansing bit!
If you're staying in a hotel or at home you will more than likely have a washcloth or a towel.

Steam thy face
Turn the tap on as hot as you can bear it and soak the washcloth/a square of the towel and squeeze all the water out of it. Lay it on your face and wait until it goes coldish.
Ta da! Clean face

Explorer exfoliating
Use the towel you used before (after rinsing it). Place in hand. Place hand with towel on face. Rub lightly in a circular motion.
Explorer exfoliating complete! Cleaner face achieved!

Moisturizing bit!
Hopefully you are able to purchase honey somewhere…otherwise this is pointless, and eggs would also be helpful.

Honey mask
Heat honey in microwave (or I’m sure room temperature honey will work the same) until warmish and apply a small amount to the facial area. Do not put near eyes. Honey is not very nice in the eyes. Wash honey off with a washcloth (steaming will probs help with the removal of the stickiness).
And there you have it, a moisturized face.

Honey and egg mask (for especially dry skin)
Egg, honey. Put together. Mix. Apply to face. Wash off. Done!

That’s pretty much all I’ve got. I wouldn’t recommend using the moisturizer or soap that they have in hotels, pretty likely for you to have a reaction to it.

Eye contact eye contact eye contact

You know those people that just stare right into your eyes? They freak me out. My math teacher sometimes just stops talking and stares at people. It's weird. Not threateningly, just like "Um...What was I talking about? Do you know?" And then he'll realise and stop being creepy with his blank unblinking stare.

Staring right back at the people is always fun, that's what I do in math. Stare right back, just as unblinkingly.

In other news, I now tweet. Feel free to check it out and possibly follow me, maybe? Because I have literally no idea how many people actually read this blog...not sure I want to know, but I kinda do as well...So follow me, please?

@EllieSelf

Freakin’ out really hard

Oh my God, you guys, I'm freakin' out over her. Got a new sewing machine for Christmas (yeah, it's not Christmas yet, I don't care, THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN CHRISTMAS!).

You guys, it has so many friggin' different stitches, like a million. Guys, seriously, it has a frikkin' crocodile stitch. I should not be able to make little crocodiles on my sewing machine.



Non-sewers, you won't understand why I'm freaking out so hard. Sewing crocodiles hands-free is like witchcraft to me. It shouldn't be possible and I don't understand how it is.

I was crying before because of all the stitches. Tears of joy and fear. I have no idea what I'm going to do with a crocodile stitch...Except put one on every thing I make! And probably just random objects as well.



I can also sew little heart lines. Insanity! Except really cool, I can't wait to sew love hearts on EVERYTHING and crocodiles.

SHARK!!

Shark Week has started, my friends. My bro, Charl (cool guy) and myself are playing a Shark Week drinking games. Whenever there is a shark on the screen, anyone says shark or the word "shark" is displayed we drink. First person to say yell "SHARK!!" whenever there is a shark doesn't drink and the other two do.
That didn't go so well as there was shark on the screen pretty much non stop and everyone was starting to feel sick and taking smaller and smaller sips.

Then we played that whenever someone said "shark" or it is displayed on the screen drinks. I won. I have mad reaction time.

I stopped after that as I'm on antibiotics and shouldn't be drinking anyway. So now Pat and Charl are battling out for who is the Shark Week Champion. Although, we won't know until Saturday, I think I'll win.

Tapping outside the window

Something or someone is tapping on the window next to me, I think it's my brother messing with me, but I can't be sure. I tried looking out, but it's really glarey and hard to see, also I feel silly looking out the window if he's out there...and I would freak out if I looked out and saw an axe murderer of something staring back at me.

Now I really want to go somewhere else or slam the window open and poke ol' Mr. Stabby out there, that'll learn 'em.

I'm thinking I'll just wait it out and keep trying to see who/what is out there until my brother comes back to his room. We were supposed to be hangin'/possibly watching Eclipse as he hasn't seen it and we want to laugh at RPattz's facial expressions and Taylor saying he's "Hotter than" RPattz. Which is really opinion based. I'd say Taylor is more conventionally attractive, but RPattz in my opinion is "hotter". Taylor knows too well how hot he is.

Wow, I just started jabbering about RPattz and Taylor Lautner...

Well might as well talk about Eclipse then. I got the DVD the same day it came out (because I'm crazy like that) and watched it once normally and then again with commentary by RPattz and KStew. It was hilarious. They didn't even talk about the movie most of the time, just chatting. Spoiler. RPattz says "Boobs" three times. I'm such a freak for knowing that.

Well, I'm gonna go fetch Mr. Stabby and possibly stab whoever is outside my window...Watch out, brother o' mine.

Suddenly not stressed anymore

So school finished on Thursday and I suddenly feel a lot happier. I thought it was to do with sewing and riding my horse, since I hadn't seen him in ages, but I've realised that it was not going to school that has caused me to be virtually stress free.

I cleaned out my locker on Thursday and throughout the second semester I have been collecting water bottles. Most times I bought a bottle of water I would just chuck it in my locker and leave it there. They were useful, I never went thirsty in class. By the end of the year it was getting to the point where I could hardly fit my bag in. I took them all out and I had 19 bottles. I took a picture too!



I don't think you can see them all...

Ooh! Pretty lights!

Look at the lights! They're so shiny!

Last night there was a sign that said "Christmas lights this way" and we were like "Oh shiiiiiit! We have to get all up in that!"

It was so worth being 20mins late for the party. Soooo worth it.

There were lights friggin' everywhere and angels! Sparkly angels on wires that descended and ascended over a freakin' lake and the whole frickin' house was lit up too.

I'm serious, guys, brightness everywhere. I wish I could have gotten more photos. I think I'll just walk over there and hang out until it gets dark, just to stare at the prettiness.

Fabric shopping!

I'm tired and have the beginings of a headache, but I'm going fabric shopping and fabric shopping brings me imense joy. Amounts of joy that you mere non sewing mortals can not comprehend. So much exitement that I dont know what to do with it.

I'm going to buy some vinyl and see if I can possibly sew it and make myself a toiletries bag, and I'm going to get some thick knit fabric and make a shoulder bag. I'll also probably buy some regular fabric and make a shirt or something.

It's the holidays so now I have too much time on my hands and I think I'll fill that time with furthering my sewing skills and make various small things. I can't wait. I literally am in love with sewing. I fully get into the zone and hours feel like minutes. It's awesome.

Just left Spotlight (isn't it the best place ever?) and I spent over $100 on fabric and the same on scissors, thread and zips. I was very suprised about the zips.

I'm very excited because I bought some pinking shears and can't wait to use them. I'm more excited about scissors than I think anyone has ever been at this moment.

I ended up getting more fabric than I thought I would (who can resist pretty fabric?). I got 3m of a khaki coloured fabric for a shirt, 2m of a thicker "furniture fabric" for a bag and 4 more metres of different coloured vynil. Excited.

I don't get why there's a "Furniture fabric" section away from the "Fabric" section. Shouldn't it be in the same section? and does it matter that it's not supposed to be used to make bags if that's what I want to use it for? I feel like the higher up sewing connoisseurs are forcing us to only use "furniture fabric" for furniture and nothing else. Ever.

Free pizza! And it's only like three hours late! Sick!

Yeah, so we ordered pizza like three hours ago. And now it's here. They called us half an hour ago being all "Oh, the...system screwed up. Your pizza will be ready in half an hour" Um...okay, your story checks out, I guess.
And so we got it and it was free! How awesome.

I was kind of hungry three hours ago...but oh well. Free pizza, guys!

I'm gonna go eat my free pizza and drink my free coke.

Night.

Oh my God, you guys! Check out my new calendar!

Ahhhh! Freakin' True Blood, you guys! Love love love love.

Anyway, tomorrow is my last day and two of my classes are having party things and for my English party I'm bringing salsa (my friend is bringing doritos) and I'm bringing chips to my Art party. Excited. Mainly about the calendar...but whatevs.

Blogging in Art

I'm blogging in Art right now and I have very little to talk about...We have one day after this before holidays and I keep realising this and freaking out really hard.

I'm all like "OMG only one more day of waking up at 7am!AAAAAAAH!" and then I run around in circles until I fall over and forget that there's only one more freaking day! and so the cycle repeats itself.

I'm gonna go do some art now...Laters

But why?

Dove = dived
Hung = hanged
More words that I can't think of that should be this way, but are instead said weirdly.

It's like a small child adding "ged" to a word to make it past tense. Hard to say and makes no sense.

I don't understand why we can't say that you dove into something. Why? I seriously do not get it. Why does it matter?! Freakin' English teachers.

God, people annoy me.

Ahhh! Only three days of school left!

Whoop! I am gonna do so much nothing these holidays! Actually I'm doing quite a lot, going to Moreton Island, going to Woodford, going to Japan, looking after my friend's bird. Busy times!

I can't wait to go to Moreton, it's so pretty and lovely. I especially love snorkelling at "The Wrecks" It's a (fake, I think) ship wreck a bit off the beach and it's deep enough that you can swim to the bottom and see all the coral and pretty stuff, but still crystal clear. I freakin' love snorkelling. Except the fish are kinda scary. I have a story for why the fish are scary, actually two stories, one a lot more traumatising than the other.

Traumatising story!
At Moreton, on (in?) the beach near the apartments and shops, etc. there are these freaky stingray, not really dangerous, but still freaky, pointy shark things! They hide under the sand like stingrays, but they're triangular shaped and really freaky! I think they're called skates or something...Anyway, so twice I was swimming in the shallows and I looked down and BAM! two little slit, eye things looking up at me. And you know that second that lasts forever, but is also really freaking fast before something really shitty happens? Twice I've had that second, right before they swim towards me and cause me to scream and run from the water. Why do they go towards me? It would scare me a lot less if they swam away from me, like a logically freaky fish thing would do. But nope, they enjoy making me scream like I'm in a horror movie and run like I've never run so fast. Freaky jerks

Less emotionally scaring story!
Also at Moreton, at The Wrecks, we were feeding the fish bread (definitely recommend doing this, it was so awesome) whilst in the water and the fish were going all crazy being all "OMG bread!" and such. So we just sort of chucked the bread around the place. And one of the fish BIT MY BELLYBUTTON. The bastard. It was kinda cool though, I had a little ring on the side of my bellybutton, like a war scar. I kinda wish it was a scar though, that would be awesome. Firstly because how else does one get a circular scar on their bellybutton? And also because it would be an awesome story to tell. Killer fish maims my bellybutton. There is a slight scare, it's mainly just if my stomach is red there is a little circle of white. Pretty cool, aye?

Yeah, I thought so.

Something not insane, but still somewhat strange

I went to the shops today. I went because I needed to get a plain white shirt, which was ridiculously difficult to find, and ended up spending $127 on clothes. I was planning on spending like $15 on a shirt, but no! I have to go all crazy because there's a sale on and I really liked those pink short. I bought the pink shorts. They weren't on sale, they were just there being awesome and taunting me.

It's free dress day on Thursday and the last day of school! Whoop! AND I'm going to an end of year party. Whoop! I'm quite excited.

Well that's most of my late night cheer for you. Enjoy your sleepy times.

P.S. What's the deal with the lack of Vampire Diaries episodes being anywhere?! Nothing on sidereal, not even freaking iTunes! iTunes knows all! Apparently not, it doesn't know Vampire Diaries and doesn't make it very clear on when it will have the next episode up. Jerks.

Are you shitting me? Three days in a row? Seriously?

There has to be someone just trying to freak me out (or very committed to breaking into my house) because I've heard a freaky sound outside (or a suspicious shoe has looked at me funny) and I've gotten all paranoid and turned on my music, you know, to alert them to the fact that someone is still awake and they should try again later.

I think there is some sort of monkey creature in my front yard. Or maybe it's just my cat being crazy. I don't know. But something about the size of a monkey (cat) was scrabbling at my front door, then the window near where I'm sitting and then something leapt into the palm tree that is near the window. It gives me some comfort knowing that no human could possibly have crazy enough reflexes to go from scratching at a window one second to being in a tree the next second. Unless they're superhuman... DUN DUN DUUUUN!

I really need to stop writing blogs late at night...they always end up being about someone (not really) breaking into my house or me being paranoid about something stupid.

I'll write about something less insane now...

UPDATE: I heard the noise again...and it's not my cat, he's sitting on my lap...really freaking creeped out right now.

There's a shoe looking at me.

And it's kind of creeping me out because I'm thinking "Did the aliens move that just to mess with me? Was it like that the whole time? I don't freaking know!!"

If you're wondering how a shoe looks at a person

That is how a shoe looks at a person and it's really creepy and I want to go and movie it to somewhere I can't see it, but I'm worried that it's actually a trap from to zombies to catch me (there are zombies in my art assignment too) and then probably eat my brains.

It took a great deal of effort to go and get close enough to the shoe without going into the room it's in to take a picture of it. I took my dressmaker's tape with me as a weapon (to strangle zombies with, even though they probably don't breathe. It also took a huge effort on my part to go and find my ipod cable thingy to attack my iphone to my computer and upload that photo.

I got food while I was in the kitchen. I got cereal. Healthy dinner as always.

I also thought of some new and effective weapon ideas for my recent post about being paranoid and crazy (which is what most of my posts have been about lately...)
Dressmaker's tape - good for strangling
Fabric scissors - very sharp
Bowl of cereal - temporary blindness when cereal is thrown at offender and bowl is fairly heavy
3 liter jug of milk - heavy, plastic (won't shatter - longer lasting weapon) and full of milk which would be useful in two ways: similar defines as bowl of cereal, also able to drink if every driven from your home (for a short period of time).
Sewing machine is also a good option - heavy as shit, lots o' pointy bits

...When people see those pictures of a shoe on my phone they'll be like "Why is there a picture of a shoe on your phone?" And I'll be like "...wha? Oh, it was looking at me" and then they'll back away slowly.

Stop stealing my time!

Woke up this morning at 8am and I honestly have no freakin' idea where the time has gone. It's now 8pm and it really doesn't feel like it.

I looked at my clock an hour ago and I was like "Woh! It's 7pm already!" and then, I swear it felt like a minute, I looked again and BAM! 8 o'clock. It's freaking me out, guys. Even my body is all confused, I ate breakfast around 9 and haven't eaten since then because I'm still convinced it's only 10:30. Why must you confuse me all the time?!

I'm especially freaking out at the fact that I'm not hungry, although I ate some grapes a bit after breakfast...how nutritious are grapes?

Um, never mind. I'm still thoroughly freaked out.


There's this car that drives past my house really fast every night and I'm always thinking "You just keep driving, Mister." Very much not wanting him to stop, with his loud beats and revving and what not...

Well, he stopped today and now I'm getting creeped out and I'm too scared to leave the couch and get Mr. Stabby. What a conundrum.

Also, I've been reading about fairies, aliens and monsters all afternoon and it's made me a bit paranoid. Not so much with the fairies...but definitely the aliens.

It's for an art assignment btdubs. Well...that wasn't the specifics of the assignment, but I managed to warp it to be very weird and creepy. My art teacher said "It has potential." So now I'm trying really hard just to reach that "potential" and please her.

I'm such a weirdo.

Just incase you were wondering, I decided to leave the scarier creatures for tomorrow when it's not all dark and scary. Ghosts, werewolves, big foot. Too freaky.

So I'm going to talk about aliens for while.

I don't get why people are all like "Ah dun seen an alien wit ma own two eyes, I did!" and they have pictures that are obviously like a blurry picture of a spray painted toddler and they expect us to all bow down before the oh mighty see-er of the supernatural. I'm sure alien spotters get all the ladies.

Loch Ness Monster also has this issue (pretty sure all myths have this issue), idiots taking pictures of rocks and being all "It's Nessie! I seen 'er!" and going down to the ol' sheriff's office and getting a plastic medal.

I'm very passionate about this. People tricking other people that are actually looking for sightings into thinking aliens have huge black eyes and grey skin. Why would they look like that? If they're gonna look like something don't you think it would be more evolved? Seeing as they have obviously been around for far longer than us. Maybe they're just as primitive as us? No one freaking knows, calm down about it. If they come and kill us all, so be it, there is literally nothing we can do about it.

I need stop being so angry about all this.

Oh! Guy in loud car is leaving! Yay! Time to go get Mr. Stabby and maybe some food.

You don't understand my humour... Also, surprise hugs!

The Albatross doesn't understand my humour (Albatross is my nickname for my Mum's boyfriend, Albert). I say witty things and he's like "...ha...what?" Good Lord, Albatross, just play along, alright?

To give you an idea of what The Albatross looks like, think of Zed from Legend of the Seeker (I'm the only one who watches that, aren't I?) except less old.
Here's Zed doing some wicked wizard's fire


And here's Craig Horner just for funnies.


You see, Albatross wouldn't get that ^^^
(Although I'm pretty sure no one else does either...shut up.)

The old folks are going to some 60s inspired The Beetles party and when Albatross came to the door he was all saying hello and I went in for a surprise hug. Sha-sha!

I find it's best to just go for the hug when you don't know if a hug would be received well or not. But don't use this in situations with someone you just met, you don't want to be the over-affectionate chic who doesn't respect people's personal space. No one wants that friend.


Pretty sure The Albatross is afraid of me so a surprise hug seemed like a good idea. He didn't seem too freaked out.

Well, I'm gonna go watch Lesbian Vampire Killers
...I sure hope that doesn't turn out to be some sort of freaky horror fetish "gentlemen's" video...not sure how I wouldn't know that seeing as I was able to rent it myself...I guess we'll find out!

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I just found out that humour is spelt differently in other countries...Why?
Humor? Blogspot does not like that spelling. There's a red squiggly line and everything!

I love it when people say things in movies like they're the smartest person ever and they've seen the movie before.

You're not clever for figuring that out! You didn't figure anything out, you knew it before! Everyone knows you've seen it before. You just look like an idiot.

That is all.

So suspenseful! Yet I know what's going to happen.

Watching Sherlock Holmes with la famiglia. It's all intense in the first scene with the lady on the table and Holmes being all cool, mathematical and bad ass. And the stupid part of brain is all like "Oh knows! She's totally gonna get herself all knifed!" but the logical part is all like "Pfffff, she'll be fiiiiine. Sherlock is there! Calm down."

I hate when the logical part of my mind gets all condescending on the stupid part.

I like how the police in this move say things like "boy-o" and have hats and batons. Haven't seen a baton in a good long while.

I think Sherlock Holmes has a bit of agoraphobia...but I'm only like five minutes into the movie...

Well now we're at the dinner party. I like that lady, I hope she's some sort of love interest for Holmes...oop, he's possibly ruined his chances by "inspecting" the lady. And now she's thrown wine in his face. Awesome, Holmes, job well done.

I'm just talking about what happens in the movie now, aren't I? Oh well.

Dude! Fight Club! Does Holmes know karate or something? He's pretty damn good.

(I've never seen Fight Club, but I know you're not supposed to talk about it, so I apologise, Fight Club Gods)

Shit faces, man! Holmes like killed that guy, or didn't? Everything just went back in time. No he most certainly did... Except he's not dead.

I realise this makes very little, or possibly no, sense if you aren't watching sherlock Holmes right as you read this...I really don't care.

So this Blackwood guy is gonna die, is it because he practiced "black magic"? What's people's deal with black magic these days? (or back then?) Shmeh.

BORED NOW!

I love Crabstickz, I will attempt to find out which video that's from, but it's hilarious.

UPDATE: Wait, wait, wait, can Sherlock hear people's thoughts? I don't think so...

UPDATE AGAIN!: The video is this one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLv-kQqr2uQ
It's hilarious

UPDATE AGAIN, AGAIN: Wait, can Sherlock Holmes see the future?

LAST UPDATE, I PROMISE: Sherlock Holmes is licking rocks and it makes me giggle.

Crazy paranoid defence mechanism

I just heard a weird noise, it was like someone's mobile ringing, but I'm the only one home and only three people live in this house (I'm all alone right now) and I know what their phones sound like.

DUN DUN DUUUUN!

Yep. So I've convinced myself that there is someone in my house and am now thinking of ways to protect myself, escape routes, listening intently to all sounds in the house and counting down the minutes until anyone should be getting home.

So here is what I do pretty much every time I hear a strange noise when I'm alone, every time a door is open that wasn't open before and every time I can't find my big knife that I have now named "Mr. Stabby" for these occasions.

First order of business
Survy the perimeter. Or in my case, because I don't want to go outside, the area. I do this laptop in hand, as my weapon, until I can make it to the kitchen to retrieve Mr. Stabby.

Second of importance
Acquire Mr. Stabby. After the area has been secured go to the kitchen and take Mr. Stabby off of the microwave and place him somewhere around the fort (the fort will be built after further securing).

Third
Further securing of area. Check cupboards, behind doors, corners, strategically locking and unlocking doors. Doors that go into rooms with barred windows, upstairs, anywhere that doesn't have an outside exit is to be locked. Front door, anywhere that goes outside is to be left on the catch, or with a key in it for an easy getaway.

Fourth
Building of the fort. Choose a corner that has a view of the most ground and situate yourself with Mr. Stabby and various other weapons. Suggestions include:
Laptop
Frying pan
Pillow case full of oranges (or other fruits)
Hammer
Most things made of metal
Chainsaw
Lamp

Fifth
Not going insane. You will need some form of entertainment so as not to go completely mental. I suggest fanfiction or a blog post about your current situation. You will also want to keep your mobile at hand and ready, although do not go calling the po-lice for no reason, they do not take too kindly to that.

Sixth
Wait. You are now instructed to wait until other family members are to return home, then the problem will be their problem and you will be able to calm the hell down. You will not want to get too paranoid in this time as when the family members actually get home you may hit them with a frying pan.

That is all.

faux nap

I am unable to nap during the day, this makes it very boring and seemingly time consuming when I am sick. I am sick right now and I got so bored of reading fanfic and not having the energy to do much school work that I decided I would try again at this whole napping thing.

So what I did was I closed my eyes, tried to relax and day dreamed. You know when you day dream and you sort of dream, but you are in complete control over whats going on in your head? Well I did that. I imagined I was an immortal witch and did all this awesome stuff. I levitated shit, I screwed with people, I talked to animals (walk with the animals, talk with the animals...yes?). It was very entertaining.

I stayed like that for about half an hour and when I got bored of my "dream" I opened my eyes and felt as if I had actually had a nap. But I still felt fairly shitty as I am still sick. I'm typing this with my head resting on the couch level with my keyboard and I keep making lots of mistakes, but less than I was expecting. Yay for me.

I recommend this faux nap to anyone who can't nap, but would like to waste thirty minutes of their day dreaming of things that can never be and thus becoming disappointed with this and faux napping some more.

I'm about to fall off the couch and into my puke bucket, so see ya laters.

Oh my god, I love you so much

Soooo much. Forever.

This guy up there is freakin' awesome and adorable and he makes me cry.

I started watching Misfits last nights (thanks Maddy) and stayed up later than I should have because I just couldn't stop.

Debriefing:
It's a show about teenage British delinquents that get community service for crimes that I am not aware of yet and then get super powers after being struck by lightning. It's awesome

And I love Simon (that guy ^^) because he's so sweet and his power is awesome, yet no one likes him. Extreme sadness!

He can go invisible and makes a face like this


I'm pretty sure that he goes invisible best whenever he's upset because he often goes invisible after Nathan is mean to him. Dislike of Nathan! Even though he's hilarious.

I friggin' love Simon, he's such a sweetie! God! I will love him forever.

Why, these symptoms mean you have cancer!

I hate online diagnosis thingys. I am a very paranoid person (if you didn't catch that from my previous posts) and online robotic doctor guys make me antsy, they always say you have some sort of incurable or devastating disease.

I seem to get sick a lot, that may be because every morning and night i drink a glass of tap water from a glass that just sits in my bathroom forever, never being sanitized in any way, or because I don't go outside very often, or maybe because I sleep like a crazy person and am in a constant state of anxiety /stress that has caused my body to believe that I will die very soon and therefore there is no use in preventing any new diseases from entering my body. My brain and my body are both idiots.

I'm a bit annoyed with my lack of useful brain function a the moment; I can't seem to think of where I could work that us both close enough to me that I won't have to take a 40 minute bus ride and somewhere i would actually want to work, I don't want to work because I need more money to buy more random crap (although that would be one of the lower down reasons of why i want to work), I really just need something to do with my time while I'm on summer holidays in two weeks. Otherwise I will. Go. Insane. Literally. I'd either sit around, never leaving my room, reading fanfiction, or I'd go absolutely crazy with jogging and other fitness until I'm a disgustingly muscular freaky man-woman. Ew.

I really want to work somewhere that smells aromatherapy/health foods/all natural shizz, as I know quite a lot about that sort of thing. Problem is there's only one Health Foods, that i know of, close to me and they only hire people that are studying homeopathy, holistic sort of thing, and being a high school student makes it difficult to do that. Plus the lady was rude to me when I asked if they were hiring casual workers.

I won't buy from that lady again.

Why do you do this to me, Sidereel? Why?!

Every Saturday morning I watch the next episode of Vampire Diaries on Sidereel because I'm too lazy to figure out what time it's on TV, okay? So I go on Sidereel last night and the next episode if Vamp Diaries isn't even like "next time on Vamoire Diaries!" It's. Just. Not. Friggin'. There.

What do I do? Waiting for the next episode is what keeps me from going absolutely insane. What will keep the crazies from claiming me now? And why isn't it up?! Damn you Sidereel! You piss me off almost as much as my MacBook, and he pisses me off pretty freakin' hard.

In other news, my fish are still killing each other, and some how the biggest fishy has been killed. This freaks me out because i thought he was the one killing the others. Who is it then?!

I'm going op shopping today and I'm excited because I got a new sewing machine! It's works all well like and it's pink! I'm going to hem and fit various things that I shall buy and it shall all be lovely and awesome.

Back to the fish. I think I need to get more females of one of the fish that has yet to be killed...but Im not a huge fan and of pet stores as they never seem to have any clue what I'm talking about, and that makes me think they idiots that don't know nothing about anything, which makes me not want ti buy fish from then. I have a feeling that if I asked if they had any female johani African cichlids they would try and sell me a yellow lab (another type of cichlid that looks similar to the female johani) and then I'd be all "that's not a johani cichlid" and they'd be all trying to make me think I don't know what I'm talking about and say something all non-scientificy that sounds all kinds of scientific and then I would say "you're an idiot" and be escorted out of the pet store. And I'd rather it not lead to that...

I'm so tired, but I can't get to sleep

Those aren't lyrics to some song you're reading. No, that's just me moping about my stupid freaking teenagerness that stops me from sleeping like a normal person and puts me in a perpetual state of tiredness.

I'm so friggin' tired right now. But I can't even tell if I would be able to fall asleep, and I feel like if I stay awake my current tiredness will curb and then I'll be very, very awake. And I don't like the amount of awareness I get from that, makes me paranoid.

New Topic!

So I figured out how to hem. Turns out you have to do it by hand (but surely there is some sort of sewing machine attachment? In this day and age, surely) I didn't know that was how it was done for so long. Always obsessing over how there was no sewn line on the outside, but now I know the trick to this magic!

My sewing machine is really old and I think it's finally kicked the bucket, so to speak. It doesn't sew unless you twist the needle doodley twisty thing (yeah, I know all the technical words) and hen start actually sewing. Also, it like, pulls the thread that's already attached to the fabric into the bottom part of the machine, like where the underneath thread comes out of, and jpgets all stuck in the machinery bobs. This makes it very difficult to sew anything, ever.

But I'm getting a new one! Oh joy! All fancy and white (no suspicious cream colour for me!), I'll bet it even has a zipper attachment. I'm quite excited.

I've decided that my goal for the next two years is to eventually be able to sew my own clothes. So far I'm up to tote bags and hemming, but I'll get there! Just you wait and see!

I would also like to speak Japanese, I'm thinking that both of these will happen as I'm quite the passionate person when it comes to those sorts of things.

Well, I'm gonna go try and sleep now! Laters

I save documents as weird things so that no one will know what it is unless they're me

Okay, they may be able to figure it out...but they'll think I'm a freak in the process.

My passwords document (that's where I put all my important stuff, what of it?!) is called Passwords and other stuff I may forget. I'm such a jokester! Who would think that would be all of my most important details? Not like I have anything for people to steal anyway...unless you want to change it so that you get all of my fanfiction updates and I'm just left staring at my computer wondering why the hell no one is updating and getting more and more pissed off until I go on the actual fanfic site and find out that you have changed my email and then I will proceed to hunt you down and kill you.

Speaking of killing you! (nice segue, I know) I'm doing an English speech on guns and how they're bad and it's a panel discussion so my group decided we're going to talk about media influences on the youngins and I'm a hardcore gamer! It's like I was made to play this role! The point of my very existence, perhaps? Well, it's going to be fun because I get to talk about various violent video games (I talk about blowing people's limbs off in Fallout, it's fun) and call people noobs.
Freakin' noobs! Can't do anything right, can ya?!

So! Enough ranty rantin'. I made it so that my computie changes words that I spell wrong (spell wrong? Does that work?) to the supposedly "right" spelling. Now I don't know how to change it back and it makes it difficult to use my weird variations of words - anything with an apostrophe, ranty, which it changes to rangy, which I don't think is any more of a word than ranty, computie, and other words I've used in older posts...I never realised how many words I make up... Oh well!

I don't know if I talked about this before, but I bought a really funky, actually old-not fake old, those annoys me- thermos. It's thermos brand too! Fancy! I bought it for $3, good deal, aye? And it works surprisingly well. I put hot water from the tap in it and like three hours later it was still pretty freakin' hot and then I left it over night and it was still hot! Freakin' magic! Funny because at some point back in time this would have been considered magic...har har.

Well...I keep rambling at not very late at night these days...Pretty sure it's only entertaining because I randomly jump from point to point, but I don't care! You're the one reading it, weirdo!

So, thanks for making it this far and I'll see you next time! Next time as in probably tomorrow night for another episode of "That chick talks about nothing for a while and uses strange phrases". On Lifestyle, maybe?

You are hilarious, Stefan

I'm watching Vampire Dairies right now (Season 2 Ep9 "Katerina") and I just literally held my sides laughing at something Stefan said.

Context and spoilers for anyone who watches Vampire Diaries!
Okay, so, Elena is chillin' with Katherine (Elena is Katherine's human doppelganger and Katherine is a very old and conniving vamp) in the ruins where Katherine is trapped because she tried to kill Elena to break the curse that vamps and werewolves can only go out at night/change during the full moon. The Petrova dobbelganger was created by the witches that put the curse on the vamps and the wolves to stop them from killin' everybody all the time, the Petrova doppelganger is the sacrifice (must be human) that is needed to break the curse. Therefore, everybody wants to kill Elena, minus Stefan, Damon, Caroline and various good vamps and wolves.

So! Caroline is distracting Stefan while Elena is chillin' with Katherine so that Stefan won't go running and stop Elena from learning about Claus - a super old (we're talking one of the first vamps, kinda old) vamp that wants Elena dead more than anyone. And Stefan eventually catches on to Caroline trying to distract him and asks where Elena is and Caroline's all like "I can't tell you" and Stefan's all like "Seriously? I'm gonna list all the bad stuff that happened to Elena that wasn't that bad and she didn't even get hurt, but it was hella interesting and be all mopey and angst" (I may have paraphrased) and so Caroline gives Stefan a look that's like 'Well I aint tellin' you, ho' and says she wouldn't leave Elena somewhere dangerous and Stefan looks all 'oh shiiit, I really screwed up this time' and then he says (the funny thing that this whole post has been leading up to which isn't that funny unless you watch VD) "She's with Damon, isn't she?" And I was literally gasping for air laughing at this, I even paused watching it to write this, just so I could capture my joy and hilarity at this moment. I wish she was with Damon! That would be waaaay more interesting! Stefan pisses me off being all angsty and not bad ass "princess of death" like Damon (from the books), also Damon is prettier.

Well...This was waste of typing.

I freakin' love owls!

How can you be so cute? When I saw this I was nearly crying with the cuteness, literally. I was like "OMG! You are so cute!" and now I want one. For reals, I'm going to find out all the legal shizz in relation to owls. Maybe it can be friends with my cockatiel...or it might just kill it, so maybe I won't see if I can get an owl after all?

Ahh! Sooo cute! Can't. Tear. My. Eyes. Away. Look at their eyes! Gaaaaawd, I want one.

It's like cuteness to the extreme and I don't ever want to see anything cuter than this because this is so cute that I think my eyes will explode and they haven't done that yet, so can you imagine if I did see something cuter than this? I think I would actually explode everywhere. Like all over my bed and laptop and then who would clean that up? Huh internet? Who?!

I'm just here, chillin' in ma jammies. What of it?

There's a repair guy or an electrician or something of that nature at my house fiddling with...electric-y stuff and it's like 6:30pm and I'm wondering what the hell is he doing here at this hour? Don't you people usually work from 9 till 5 or something? And it's not like he's fixing something of great importance either, he's installing an alarm system that won't go all loud and crazy if my dog is runnin' around with it on. How much are you being paid to be here?

And so I'm chillin' in my jambes and he walks past me and he's all "Aye, how're you doin'?" and I'm all like (in my head) "What the truck are you doing here? Can't you do this at some other time?" But in reality I just mumbled that I was good and scurried away to my hid hole. Creepy...

Doing something that makes you uncomfortable

Sometimes good, sometimes it's your body's way of telling you to get the truck out o' there or your ass will be grass. Often times it's some sort of unfounded fear, or maybe something that makes sense, but not to the extent that you are afraid of it. Spiders for instance, I am afraid of spiders. I used to have a phobia of spiders, but then I tried to think of it from the spider's perspective and now it's a rather small fear. I'm also afraid of heights and fear itself. It's easier than you think to get less afraid of something. Small steps is the key, most people seem to think you should just go at it all in one go. Horrible idea, if you fail it will make it even harder to achieve it next time.

So, back to spiders, I've been afraid of spiders pretty much my whole life and gradually that fear manifested itself into a phobia, as in 'OMG a spider, must go running out of room screaming now' kind of phobia. Today I picked up a spider four times. I'm quite excited and proud of myself. However, it was just a daddy long legs, dunno if you guys have them in other countries, but they're completely harmless and look pretty ridiculous.


I called him G Daddy because it just seemed to fit him.

So picking up Mr. G Daddy was all part of the plan.

How I did this is I thought about it from the spiders perspective. If I were a spider, why would I bite someone? Because they were in my territory? They were messin' with ma young. Just firkin' felt like it. Also, I realized that even if I was helping it, it wouldn't realize and would assume I was stealing his territory (my bathroom) for myself. Now, I didn't want to point out to G Daddy that I owned that bathroom and all my smelly soap things were proof of that, I was like "Aye, we can share, right?" And I had to decide what was more important, taking a shower and killing my new friend or getting over my stupid fear and picking him up and putting him somewhere safe.

There were of course steps before this, but that was mainly thinking in the spider's perspective and being alright with them living in my bathroom.

However, after the initial picking up of said spidey, G Daddy decided he didn't want to be on the safe end of the shower, he's rather use some sort of magic spider tricks and somehow get past the spray of water and to the other side of the shower that was very wet. I'm suspecting that G Daddy is two different spiders, but I've only seen one daddy long legs in my bathroom...creepy. Anywho, so I had to shut off the shower, pick G Daddy up and put him back on the safe side of the shower. G Daddy was not happy with my choice of place for him to sit, so he started to try to climb up the wet tiles on the wall, which he was very unsuccessful at, but he sure didn't give up quick. So I picked him up, again, and placed him on the shelves so he could get to the top corner and make a web of some shape (<-- what I deduced he was trying to do from my previous steps ^^) and then his leg got stuck on the glass shelves, but I decided I had done enough and I wasn't tall enough to get him any higher, I was also getting too freaked out to touch him again. Point of the story, don't give up unless your getting too freaked out that the next time you try to do it you'll have some sort of crazy panic attack, and then just realize that there is nothing more you can do that will be of any help to G Daddy.

It's either that or I go back to stripping...*chirp chirp*

You know when you make a joke that you're not sure about and there are a few seconds of silence before anyone laughs?
Those seconds terrify me.

What if no one laughs? WHAT IF THEN, HUH?!

Nothing, that's what happens. It doesn't really terrify me, at all. I lied for dramatic effect (Ms. Mungavin would be so proud!). It was real dramatic, right? RIGHT?!

Okay! Anywho. When I make a joke, I pretty much blurt out whatever is on my mind in relation to whatever people are saying, which is usually quite riske, and I've noticed that with people I don't talk to much there is that second of nothingness and then comes the laughter, but with people I know better the few seconds of terror are now non-existent. My closer friends have realised what a strange person I am, finally.

This intrigues me because I now see how difficult it is for shy people to be humorous. Or just for shy people to be shy in general. I, of course, realised this before, but I feel like sharing. So my discovery is that shy people are just really self-conscious. Opposite to having high confidence? Low confidence --> Low self-confidence. Are you seeing the link? And I feel sorry for these people, because it is hard to put yourself out there and say something funny and hope that someone laughs and they don't just look at you like you have two heads. The issue is that these people aren't comfortable enough with being embarrassed.

Now, I can't really say much about being okay with being embarrassed because I would rather jump off a cliff than have people see me cry, but other than that I'm okay with people laughing at me rather than with me. About a week ago I fell over in the newsagents and the people working there laughed at me, I was like "whatevs" and posted it on Facebook to possibly brighten someone else's day with my clumsiness.

You shy people need to be okay with making a joke out of yourself, it keeps yourself and people around you happier. Jokes about yourself are usually the funniest ones, because it makes other people feel good about themselves. And it shows that you're comfortable enough with yourself to laugh with them.

Why can't you kill anyone right?!

Freakin' Vampire Diaries.

Stefan and Damon can't kill vamps properly. They nearly always come back to life again/escape whatever confines they were in/ kill the whole mother truckin' town and then everything is all plot twisty and such.

They always half arse it. Stake 'em or burn 'em, never together. Do both! Double kill those evil vamps! Christ sake, guys, you are horrible vampires.


Yeah, I just watched episode 8 of season 2 of Vampire Diaries and that frenchy named guy is alive after they staked him, didn't they see it coming? Elena splashed him with vervain and he healed real quick like, what do you except if you leave him staked to a door? Some vamps, huh!?

In other vampire related news, the episode was very sad and I may or may not have cried in the last bit. I love Damon! And him professing his love to Elena and then making her forget it because he loves her so much that she should be happy with Stefan and he doesn't deserve her and he's so sad and crying his vampire tears and all is so sad! Why? Why can't he just have his princess of darkness? Why can't Damon have his happiness?

I'm glad this Clause guy is finally coming into the picture, as I'm reading the books and so much of this is all wrong and out of order and why is it taking so long for Elena to be a vamp and die and all this stuff?! I want the vampy 'I don't remember Stefan so I may just kill him, but Damon stops me so I love him because he's all I remember'-ness. That's the best part. I want the princess of darkness, goshdarnit!

Bought a treadmill!

I'm such an impulse buyer, except my impulses usually last a few days then I forget if I didn't end up buying them.

So, yeah, I bought a treadmill and it's freaking awesome, it has a screen on it to watch movies, but I can't find the OK/ENTER button thus making the screen redundant.

But it's really cool! Its big, like freakin' huge, doesn't fit through a doorway kind of huge.

I've now discovered that treadmills makes running so much easier. I am not a fit person, at least not outside. Outside I could jog for like 50 metres and get tired. On a treadmill I could run for a kilometre straight and still be ready for more. I 'spose it's good that I can run further, but then I wonder what it will be like the next time I run outside after running on the treadmill for a while...Will I get tired really quickly still? Will I be too focused on not running into anything to forget to breath properly and die? (my current theory on the whole treadmill sitch) Or will it be normal and this paragraph will be pointless and even more boring than it already is?

These are the questions I present to you, oh internet, do not return until you have answered them. (Yes, that is now my night's plan)

Anyway, I'm kinda worried about it. Is it just that I have more time to figure out how to breath correctly? I think that's it, but then surely I should be able to figure out how not to look like a doof in the outside world as well, shouldn't I?

Tumblr? Blogspot? Who cares?

Yeah, I don't really get this whole Tumblr v Blogspot showdown that's going on. What does it matter which blog platform you use? Yeah, Tumblr's probably better in some ways, but I'll bet Blogspot is better somehow too. Ooh you can't reblog on Blogspot? Oh noes! You'll just have to take your own artistic photos and think of your own clever phrases. Boo freaking hoo.

Ugh. People annoy me far to often.

I'm very sarcastic and passive aggressive today...

Another thing that annoys me about this Tumblr, Blogspot nonsense, is people that get all weird if you use a different platform to them. What? Are you not going to read my blog because I don't have Tumblr? Fine, I wouldn't want you in my personal blog space anyway.

You know what I've noticed? Hipsters have Tumblr. I hate you hipsters! Why can't you conform like everyone else?! Even though you already are without realising it, which pisses me off even more! Stop with your non prescription, non UV protecting glasses. Especially those of you that should be wearing prescriptions anyway! With your freaking fake Ray-Bans and hats! Enough with the hats! We get it, you're different, no one gives any of a shit.

Huh, felt good to get that off my chest.

*grumble grumble* freakin' hipsters *grumble*

Aromatherapy, how I love thee

Guys, I'm lovin' aromatherapy lately. Especially rose or peppermint scents. Rose puts me to sleep/smells freaking awesome and peppermint wakes me up, awesomeness.

Lovin' Perfect Potion as well. It always smells so good in there and all the products are awesome and wonderfully smelly.

I have rose oil burning right now (not really rose oil, that shizz is expensive!) and it smells so good! I feel so relaxed and floaty.


How pretty is this burner?

My oil burner is very old and quite dirty and covered in oil residue. I think it gives it character, but I think it may be a fire hazard near anything flammable.

I always struggle to find those teeny little tea candles that go in oil burners, you need to rummage around a lot to find one and they usually only last a few hours. I like to have oil burning as often as possible.

I also like incense, but I like oil more, more choices and feels less wasteful for some reason...

This post is so pointless; other than to tell you to go to perfect potion and learn more about aromatherapy, there is nothing of interest.

Oh well. I strongly think that aromatherapy does so much awesome stuff, but I can't see how it could cure things like cancer...maybe just stick to headaches and stress?


I could go for some stress relieving...

Ghost, guys. I'm serious.

A book that's been sitting (fairly precariously) onto of a keyboard for probably about a month just slide down and fell off.

I say this is the work of ghosts

I know you guys are gonna say (or think because you people are too lazy to comment) about wind and open doors and coincidence nonsense! But I don't care. I believe it was the ghosts.

Strange things have been happening lately and it was halloween last weekend *bump bump buuuuuum!*
Or not really strange, but more slightly atypical.

Such as! Shivers down my spine. But not just any shivers! Shivers to my very soul.
My dog growling at nothing. They can see ghosts, you know?
Feeling like some one is watching me.
Misplacing things.
My laptop mysteriously deciding to not freakin' play my True Bloods and proceeding to make my life hell!

Yes, there are logical explanations, but I choose to disregard them. *cough cough!*I'm just paranoid and my computer hates me *cough!)

Oh well, see you next time!

On a zombie related note, I swear to jebus, I just heard someone outside my garage groaning and saying "braaaaains!"

Why can't you grade us on enthusiasm? I have heaps of it!

Yes, I am as enthusiastic as I am skill-less in the great art of volleyball. And I am very enthusiastic.

Anywho. Playing volleyball in PE and I am loving it! Although I am very bad at it, I still really enjoy the game. But that may be because i get to act like an idiot throwing a ball at people and my PE teacher just thinks I'm special...

Anywho again! I keep getting off topic.


Volleyball!
Is fun.

I think I would be more skilled if I could concentrate better, but whatcha gonna do? Nothing. Nothing is what I'm going to do. I'm just going to keep blaming my lack of concentration and difficulty remembering words that I could remember easily a few weeks ago on getting my wisdom teeth out. I've lost all my wisdom!

Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of the anaesthetic screwing with my brain and making it malfunction on me...again...

Also, I am still thoroughly annoyed at my computiea (that's what I call my computer...don't ask me how to pronounce it) it still won't play True Blood! I'm so freakin' devo I could die! Or kill Alfredo, the I-don't-know-what-ethnesity man from Apple that has been emailing me for the past few weeks telling me absolutely nothing. It shouldn't need to be fixed! It should just friggin' work!

Um..back to volleyball again, and the title of this post. I would be a lot more content if instead of marking you based on skill in PE, they marked you based on enthusiasm. Because I would get all A's and all the other people that are bad at volleyball because they don't care would get E's! (we don't have F's at my school...only E's)


I would be the skinny one, looking confused, but excited!
Also, the buff one's not doing it right. Yep, I know the rules now.

Pretty sure Mr. Spindler thinks I'm mentally handicapped...or just a ばか.
YOU FIGURE IT OUT!
(SHOUTY CAPITALS)

What do you people do all day?

I always wonder this...if you're not outside, what do you do? I read fanfiction, but seriously, there is only so much fic one person can read. Sure, people have hobbies or whatever, but you can't possibly do those all the freakin time, can you?

If I'm not reading fanfic I'll most likely be learning something new (trying to learn to sew right now!) or watching hilarious youtube videos (or True Blood). What do you do other than that?! I know most people don't do these things (Pfft, learn stuff? What's that?), so...what do you do?

Also when I'm bored, I clean stuff. Fish tanks, occasionally dishes, I'll wash clothes, etc.

I am seriously confused by this...

Why do they make washers and dryers the same size, but they have different load capacities?

Makes no sense! And is very annoying. Maybe it's just my washer and dryer, one is 7kg and the other is 3.5kg, so I have to do two loads of drying for each washing. Frustrating!

I'm thinking I'll just write about things that make no sense or annoy me, now...

Makeup products that have skin coloured packaging, but don't necessarily have the same colour on the outside as in the actual tube. Garghh! You make things so unnecessarily difficult!

Freaking iTunes! You have pissed me off so much in the past few days. It keeps asking me for authorisation to put True Blood on my iPad and then I put it in, it's all like "already authorised, 3 of 5 computer are now authorised with this account blah blah blah" and then I try to sync again and it's all "You need to authorise this account". Rawgin flargin! (When I'm extra mad, I tend to make angry noises, they may not seem like normal angry noises)

My fish deciding to eat each other for no friggin' reason. Why? I feed you often, I even buy the fancy "made for cichlids" expensive shizz. Your tank is clean, pH, alkaline, nitrate, nitrite, whatever are all good. Yet you insist on killing each other and making me scoop out the remains. Sometime I hate you, even though you're so pretty to look at.

Ignorant people. Or more specifically, people that think they know shit, but they don't know anything. At all. Ever. People that think they know more than you about something like hair or makeup because they wear makeup or they straighten their hair everyday and think it looks good. You are wrong people! You know nothing.

Leaving the lights on and wasting of electricity/resources. This is kinda hypocritical here. I have been known to buy lots of shit (but I use that shit!), but this really erks me. What's with all the packaging, guys? Do you really need aaaalll that plastic? Sure you couldn't recycle it?

People that liked something a few months ago, but now they don't like it because "everyone else likes it." What? Wouldn't you want other people to like the same stuff as you? Yeah, I get that you wouldn't go around telling people you love Twilight now that it is considered "sparkly and gay" (although I still do on the internets). But that doesn't mean you have to stop liking it and say you hate it if someone were to ask you. What is wrong with you? Can't you just like something and live with it?

Gotta-be-better-than-you people.
Random friend: So...what are you wearing to the nondescript party?
Me: Oh, yeah, this shirt I got at...that store.
Random friend: That shirt? I bought that one like a million years ago.
Me: *sad face*

Paranoia. Not the movie/band/anything else it could possibly be because it evokes a reaction in people.
I don't like being a crazy paranoid person. Sure, it keeps me safe (mostly), but about 99% of the time it is completely useless, other than the making me all twitchy and weird. I'm home alone right now (and a little more than pissy) and I keep glancing up from my bed at the window/door thingys outside my open door, and because I can see a reflection, I always freak out a little bit when I see my face all reflecty and see-throughish.

Not knowing what to say if people compliment me. Do you say thanks and that's it? What do you do?! Someone please tell me!

I think I have enough annoying things here, even though they're mainly about people...and fish...

Anywho! ...see you guys on the flip side?

Umm...What?

Alcoholic monkeys?

I love how the have the end shot of one of the monkeys trippin' and rolling around on the ground.

How to not lay low on Mafia II

1. If you have the option, always steal a cop car
2. Wave your firearms around often and always
3. Talk loudly about bacon and possible drug dealings
4. Crash into cars aaaallll the time
5. Also crash into cop cars, it takes them ages to do a U-turn anyway
6. Drive in reverse
7. Drive through the park
8. Keep the same clothes and car after you've been profiled by the police
9. Run people down as often as possible (especially when the coppers are around)
10. Drive in a "disorderly fashion"
11. Get the police to think you're so dangerous that they've "gotta take 'im down"
12. Resist arrest
13. Stop wearing hats
14. Wail on pedestrians at every possible opportunity
15. Don't die, that makes it very difficult to not lay low


What's the deal with all the dirty magazines, like, everywhere? I don't see the point of them, other than me yelling "Wooh!" whenever they come on screen...Is that just me?

I like how the main guy's bed is two singles pushed together, very classy.

I suggest all Mafia II players should change their licence plates to "MO-FOX"* It's what all the cool kids are doing

*"MO-FOX" has no real meaning other than the X is right before the nothing space and foxes are cool.