Lately, those really deep meaningful questions have really struck out for me, theyve really caught my eye.
One of the better ones was, although not as deep/touching;
"If you could sum your entire life up, in just one word, what would you say?"
I dont think many people could answer that one, honestly. Myself, I find it difficult to answer any questions like that, almost as though Im afraid of giving the wrong answer. But, deep down, how could there be an incorrect response? Isnt it just what you believe in?
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Hey kids!
To those of you who care (Im guessing about, 0 of the six followers I have fall into this amazingly popular category) Im back. And, to be truly honest, I never even went anywhere. (Actually, I did. I went to lazyland. Dont lie, youve been there as well. Its a world full of sofas, coffee and neverending episodes of Gossip Girl. In other words, pure bliss. And if you've never visited, your missing out.) I figured Id give the tiny amount of people who find my blog interesting a break from it, for what seemed like A MILLION AND ONE DAYS. I hope you didnt take it for granted, because Im back. For good this time, I think.
In the amount of time I was 'away' Im sure you got up to some majorly exciting things. But never as exciting as me, I mean, my burnt toast and make believe boyfriend is more interesting hands down. But, honestly, I discovered myself. Im not usually the type of person who gets all 'deep' and 'meaningful' on the internet, but i figured that if youve lived through reading about my hate for Valentines Day, you can survive my stories of soul searching :)
One thing I realised, is the fact that Im an artist. Id like to think of it as contemporary art, whimsical yet amazingly compelling. Its this technique called procrastination. You see, I basically perfected it when I was in LazyLand. Whenever I would log onto the computer, the same thought would replay over and over in my head.
"Do i have a blog? I do, dont I? For the cake of it? No. YES! Oh, maybe I should post an entry. Nah, ill do it later. Ill get there"
And then Im so absorbed in other stuff that I completely forget about this crazy little excuse I have for a blog.
But its not as though this whole blogging thing is the only thing that contributes to my artistic career. Like most people, my bedroom is fairly messy. Actually, no, its immaculately clean, the furniture sparkles, the clothes all have a private closet and Mozart is always playing in the background. If only. In real life, (away from Lazyland. By the way, its begging you to visit. Theyre currently going through a recession and need your tourism money) theres pens and paper all over the desk, shoes on the floor, cords everywhere. But, my argument is, Im the only person in there, (apart from fairies or imaginary invisible friends, but they havent complained yet so they mustnt mind either) and if I dont care, why should anybody else? You can all probably relate to that, and If you cant, your lying :)
Another shameless thing I discovered, is the fact that Im possibly the most uncoordinated person on the planet. Sure, I kind of already knew that, (my sport skills are beyond amazing. My ability to drop every ball and run like a donkey is truly inspiring. Perhaps I should make a work out video and post it all over youtube) but this one weekend totally proved my point. I was sleeping at a friends house, when as you do, we decided we'd like to take photos. So she mentioned this really cool place, like a vacant bit of land, but to get there we had to either climb over or under this pretty big fence. So I was like, yeah, no sweat. (Confession, inside I was really freaking out. Fences, along with rain, ice, snow etc, are all fatal for the unco) But when we got to that fence, I had to lie down, on my back, in a strange attempt to shimmy myself underneath it. Im sure it was deadly funny, never to mention classy. So, we got in there, took our photos, and then when we were ready to get out, I decided it might be a bit easier for me If I went OVER the fence instead of under it. (Sometimes my judgement is wrong, very wrong. Actually, quite often. No. Always.) So, I tried to step onto the fence, then kind of like, get to the top, then just jump off. It was all fine til I got to the top, then I froze. I mean, who freezes at the top of a fence? So, I stay there for what seems like 45464 hours, trying to figure out a way to get down without COMPLETELY KILLING MYSELF. (And possibly the fence) And then, out of no where, this lady calls out "Dont hurt yourself Dear." Needless to say, I was embarrassed.
You know whats also embarrassing? The fact that the above paragraph sounded a whole lot better in my head :)
So I guess thats my soul-searching done for the year. Im officially a Procrastinating Uncoordinated Bogan Artist, and feel free to call me that if you wish :) Ill wear that badge with pride, cause guaranteed theres nobody out there who could accomplish that title like I can! :)
Ill be off now,
Probably to clean my room up a bit.
Or not, Im sure it can wait.
:)
To those of you who care (Im guessing about, 0 of the six followers I have fall into this amazingly popular category) Im back. And, to be truly honest, I never even went anywhere. (Actually, I did. I went to lazyland. Dont lie, youve been there as well. Its a world full of sofas, coffee and neverending episodes of Gossip Girl. In other words, pure bliss. And if you've never visited, your missing out.) I figured Id give the tiny amount of people who find my blog interesting a break from it, for what seemed like A MILLION AND ONE DAYS. I hope you didnt take it for granted, because Im back. For good this time, I think.
In the amount of time I was 'away' Im sure you got up to some majorly exciting things. But never as exciting as me, I mean, my burnt toast and make believe boyfriend is more interesting hands down. But, honestly, I discovered myself. Im not usually the type of person who gets all 'deep' and 'meaningful' on the internet, but i figured that if youve lived through reading about my hate for Valentines Day, you can survive my stories of soul searching :)
One thing I realised, is the fact that Im an artist. Id like to think of it as contemporary art, whimsical yet amazingly compelling. Its this technique called procrastination. You see, I basically perfected it when I was in LazyLand. Whenever I would log onto the computer, the same thought would replay over and over in my head.
"Do i have a blog? I do, dont I? For the cake of it? No. YES! Oh, maybe I should post an entry. Nah, ill do it later. Ill get there"
And then Im so absorbed in other stuff that I completely forget about this crazy little excuse I have for a blog.
But its not as though this whole blogging thing is the only thing that contributes to my artistic career. Like most people, my bedroom is fairly messy. Actually, no, its immaculately clean, the furniture sparkles, the clothes all have a private closet and Mozart is always playing in the background. If only. In real life, (away from Lazyland. By the way, its begging you to visit. Theyre currently going through a recession and need your tourism money) theres pens and paper all over the desk, shoes on the floor, cords everywhere. But, my argument is, Im the only person in there, (apart from fairies or imaginary invisible friends, but they havent complained yet so they mustnt mind either) and if I dont care, why should anybody else? You can all probably relate to that, and If you cant, your lying :)
Another shameless thing I discovered, is the fact that Im possibly the most uncoordinated person on the planet. Sure, I kind of already knew that, (my sport skills are beyond amazing. My ability to drop every ball and run like a donkey is truly inspiring. Perhaps I should make a work out video and post it all over youtube) but this one weekend totally proved my point. I was sleeping at a friends house, when as you do, we decided we'd like to take photos. So she mentioned this really cool place, like a vacant bit of land, but to get there we had to either climb over or under this pretty big fence. So I was like, yeah, no sweat. (Confession, inside I was really freaking out. Fences, along with rain, ice, snow etc, are all fatal for the unco) But when we got to that fence, I had to lie down, on my back, in a strange attempt to shimmy myself underneath it. Im sure it was deadly funny, never to mention classy. So, we got in there, took our photos, and then when we were ready to get out, I decided it might be a bit easier for me If I went OVER the fence instead of under it. (Sometimes my judgement is wrong, very wrong. Actually, quite often. No. Always.) So, I tried to step onto the fence, then kind of like, get to the top, then just jump off. It was all fine til I got to the top, then I froze. I mean, who freezes at the top of a fence? So, I stay there for what seems like 45464 hours, trying to figure out a way to get down without COMPLETELY KILLING MYSELF. (And possibly the fence) And then, out of no where, this lady calls out "Dont hurt yourself Dear." Needless to say, I was embarrassed.
You know whats also embarrassing? The fact that the above paragraph sounded a whole lot better in my head :)
So I guess thats my soul-searching done for the year. Im officially a Procrastinating Uncoordinated Bogan Artist, and feel free to call me that if you wish :) Ill wear that badge with pride, cause guaranteed theres nobody out there who could accomplish that title like I can! :)
Ill be off now,
Probably to clean my room up a bit.
Or not, Im sure it can wait.
:)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Hi again.
You know whats really depressing? When its your second entry into your lonely little blog, AND YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT! I hate to break it to you (and to myself, but never mind) that my life, really, isnt all that interesting. I wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, sleep. Which, unfortunately means, I have nothing to write about. I mean, Im pretty sure your not going to be interested in the burnt black pieces on my toast this morning (but seriously right, i put the toast in the toaster for like 40 SECONDS and it was already burnt. i cant even cook toast, how shameful.) or the fact that when a particular somebody says less dense it sounds like he's screaming lets dance, and it cracks me up every time. Its funny when it happens, but when you write about it, it just sounds like crap :l (trust me, I just tried)
When I started this blogging thing, I made a promise (to myself) that i will not talk about my day, or my life at all. EVER. That I will find some interesting, hip hop happening subject that everyone in the entire world will want to read about, and it will be so good that I will of course get famous and become a multi trillionaire. Well hey there, what a failure that was. Im stuck here, second entry, not having a clue what to write about, still at school, with a mere $2 in my skirt pocket. Its very possibly the only money I have to my name right now. So, cheers to the failure of that plan!
Which kind of gives me an idea, which isnt as lame as the other one. (Trust me, complaining about the quality of earphones is even worse than this) So, brace yourself, and get ready for...
VALENTINES DAY!
Ugh. Im one of the 0.0003% of the earths population who quite simply does not see the point in it. Everyone reckons that its just cause im not 'paired off with anybody' (my boyfriend, at the moment, only exists in my head, has wings, drinks green cordial all day and dances the macarena non stop. Oh yeah, and he has a pet unicorn named Borat.) But honestly, dont you think its just an opportunity for jewellry stores to make a truckload of money and put their prices up? Seriously guys, their robbing you. And honestly, Ive heard the "What can i buy him/her for valentines day?" speech so many times I want to throw up. I have to stop breathing just so i can stop myself from screaming 'WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER, DONT BUY ANYTHING. SAVE YOUR MONEY!'. Do you REALLY need to buy your loved one an expensive present just so you can prove that you love them? Shouldnt they know that anyway?
And also, with the thought of buying flowers and chocolates for people.
Nobody needs flowers. All they do is take up precious space, use up all your water, and then say thanks to you by DYING. Theyre not even pretty! PLUS THEYRE A RIP OFF. and with chocolate? Your practically handing somebody a plate of sugar and fat. Sure, it tastes good, releases endorphins or whatever, but cant they just get their own? Dont people have chocolate in their houses these days anyway?
So, i guess you have my thoughts there on Valentines Day. Ill be staying at home by myself, listening to Hamish and Andy podcasts and more than likely reading the same book Ive read 353454356 times. (The lovely Bones. Seriously, read it. Or if you have to, buy it for somebody for valentines day. If you buy them the book, Ill forgive you for being involved in something so superficial [:) But hey, by all means, enjoy your valentines day. Spread the love and get hay fever from your flowers, and enjoy the chocolate. Also, have a glass of wine and catch up on the time you wasted reading this :)
But if you have read this (for whatever reason, like you were insanely bored. or just insane.) im curious to know your thoughts on Valentines Day. I know everyone has different opinions, and i guess ive just expressed mine. Note, most of my friends are REALLY into it. I dont even try to explain myself to them any more :)
Well Ill be off, hopefully to do something exciting i can write about next time (not likely though. dont hold your breath)
So, anyway,
Until next time,
Byeeee!
You know whats really depressing? When its your second entry into your lonely little blog, AND YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT! I hate to break it to you (and to myself, but never mind) that my life, really, isnt all that interesting. I wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, sleep. Which, unfortunately means, I have nothing to write about. I mean, Im pretty sure your not going to be interested in the burnt black pieces on my toast this morning (but seriously right, i put the toast in the toaster for like 40 SECONDS and it was already burnt. i cant even cook toast, how shameful.) or the fact that when a particular somebody says less dense it sounds like he's screaming lets dance, and it cracks me up every time. Its funny when it happens, but when you write about it, it just sounds like crap :l (trust me, I just tried)
When I started this blogging thing, I made a promise (to myself) that i will not talk about my day, or my life at all. EVER. That I will find some interesting, hip hop happening subject that everyone in the entire world will want to read about, and it will be so good that I will of course get famous and become a multi trillionaire. Well hey there, what a failure that was. Im stuck here, second entry, not having a clue what to write about, still at school, with a mere $2 in my skirt pocket. Its very possibly the only money I have to my name right now. So, cheers to the failure of that plan!
Which kind of gives me an idea, which isnt as lame as the other one. (Trust me, complaining about the quality of earphones is even worse than this) So, brace yourself, and get ready for...
VALENTINES DAY!
Ugh. Im one of the 0.0003% of the earths population who quite simply does not see the point in it. Everyone reckons that its just cause im not 'paired off with anybody' (my boyfriend, at the moment, only exists in my head, has wings, drinks green cordial all day and dances the macarena non stop. Oh yeah, and he has a pet unicorn named Borat.) But honestly, dont you think its just an opportunity for jewellry stores to make a truckload of money and put their prices up? Seriously guys, their robbing you. And honestly, Ive heard the "What can i buy him/her for valentines day?" speech so many times I want to throw up. I have to stop breathing just so i can stop myself from screaming 'WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER, DONT BUY ANYTHING. SAVE YOUR MONEY!'. Do you REALLY need to buy your loved one an expensive present just so you can prove that you love them? Shouldnt they know that anyway?
And also, with the thought of buying flowers and chocolates for people.
Nobody needs flowers. All they do is take up precious space, use up all your water, and then say thanks to you by DYING. Theyre not even pretty! PLUS THEYRE A RIP OFF. and with chocolate? Your practically handing somebody a plate of sugar and fat. Sure, it tastes good, releases endorphins or whatever, but cant they just get their own? Dont people have chocolate in their houses these days anyway?
So, i guess you have my thoughts there on Valentines Day. Ill be staying at home by myself, listening to Hamish and Andy podcasts and more than likely reading the same book Ive read 353454356 times. (The lovely Bones. Seriously, read it. Or if you have to, buy it for somebody for valentines day. If you buy them the book, Ill forgive you for being involved in something so superficial [:) But hey, by all means, enjoy your valentines day. Spread the love and get hay fever from your flowers, and enjoy the chocolate. Also, have a glass of wine and catch up on the time you wasted reading this :)
But if you have read this (for whatever reason, like you were insanely bored. or just insane.) im curious to know your thoughts on Valentines Day. I know everyone has different opinions, and i guess ive just expressed mine. Note, most of my friends are REALLY into it. I dont even try to explain myself to them any more :)
Well Ill be off, hopefully to do something exciting i can write about next time (not likely though. dont hold your breath)
So, anyway,
Until next time,
Byeeee!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Hey there, kids who Im sure are insanely cool.
Your only insane because your looking at this, and Im sure that very soon you'll find out that this blog is only going to be a waste of your time.
Or, on the other hand, you could find it so amazingly wonderful that you have to keep checking it for new updates.
The first choice is probably most likely, but Id like to think that the second one will actually come into action some day :)
Anyway. Im nearly as cool as you guys. Most people would argue with that, but lets say for the sake of my self esteem that they're only jealous. Ive started this blog because, I have a very short attention span and get bored too easily. And, I like to write. Heaps. Which probably means Im a nerd, but remember. IM ACTUALLY REALLY COOL. :D Im only young, so this will probably be all over the place, and make no sense, but thats okay. It will make sense to me, which makes one person I guess. I dont even know what Im planning on blogging about just yet. Hopefully not fashion because I am mega-stinge and refuse to pay over $20 for a top. And you'd better wish its not celebrity gossip either, since I only just found out who Ellin Degenerous was. And then, I still dont think I can spell her surname right.
So, I think Ive come to the conclusion that Ill just be having a whinge about random topics. And ranting on about whatever comes into my head. If thats not for you, then fine. But hopefully theres somebody out there who actually likes reading about some pretty boring philosophical musings :) <-- Im trying to sound smart.
Also, I would prefer not being the only person to read this blog. So, I think you should read it too. Dont you agree, its more fun that way? And, it also makes me feel good. It'll make you feel good too, cause as soon as you start following it, you'll get a certification of coolness! (in your head)
Thats all for today, hopefully Im going to find some followers before I write something else. I really enjoy wasting peoples time, and I guess the more people I get on board the more fun it is for me. And you.
Have a nice day, and I dare you to come back for another visit :)
Your only insane because your looking at this, and Im sure that very soon you'll find out that this blog is only going to be a waste of your time.
Or, on the other hand, you could find it so amazingly wonderful that you have to keep checking it for new updates.
The first choice is probably most likely, but Id like to think that the second one will actually come into action some day :)
Anyway. Im nearly as cool as you guys. Most people would argue with that, but lets say for the sake of my self esteem that they're only jealous. Ive started this blog because, I have a very short attention span and get bored too easily. And, I like to write. Heaps. Which probably means Im a nerd, but remember. IM ACTUALLY REALLY COOL. :D Im only young, so this will probably be all over the place, and make no sense, but thats okay. It will make sense to me, which makes one person I guess. I dont even know what Im planning on blogging about just yet. Hopefully not fashion because I am mega-stinge and refuse to pay over $20 for a top. And you'd better wish its not celebrity gossip either, since I only just found out who Ellin Degenerous was. And then, I still dont think I can spell her surname right.
So, I think Ive come to the conclusion that Ill just be having a whinge about random topics. And ranting on about whatever comes into my head. If thats not for you, then fine. But hopefully theres somebody out there who actually likes reading about some pretty boring philosophical musings :) <-- Im trying to sound smart.
Also, I would prefer not being the only person to read this blog. So, I think you should read it too. Dont you agree, its more fun that way? And, it also makes me feel good. It'll make you feel good too, cause as soon as you start following it, you'll get a certification of coolness! (in your head)
Thats all for today, hopefully Im going to find some followers before I write something else. I really enjoy wasting peoples time, and I guess the more people I get on board the more fun it is for me. And you.
Have a nice day, and I dare you to come back for another visit :)
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