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)