Today was an awesome day. I went to the Tully show with my friends and we had an awesome time on the rides and the dodgem cars. And! I bought a band shirt which is totally awesome. The only let down was the fact that I am putting on the kilos mighty fast and I am not doing anything about it. I know I just got back from camp. I know I've got this gnarly rash that isn't going away as soon as I thought it would. I know I'm suffering from some yet to be resolved lung-wheezing problems. But frankly, I'd rather die fit than to live like a fat, pink slug. Attention to the word fat please.
I am at the moment quite annoyed if not pretty damn pissed at a number of things. I'm annoyed with the fact that I am fat. I am pissed off with the fact that I am not doing anything about it. And, I am mindblastingly irritated with the skinny people who claim to be fat. I know I'm not obese but I know I'm not slender either. I'm in the middle. Smack in the middle. Average. Uninteresting. Last I checked, nobody liked average people. Liked in this case meaning, no one would be interested in getting to know me based on physical appearances. Well, I guess I cant grumble, that's just the way the cookie grumbles. Must be a really bad cookie.
I am also very pissed off with a few people who judge me non stop for things I didnt do. I mean, what's the deal with snooping for information on Facebook? 'Omg, she put a smiley on her status, she must be happy'. What the fuck is all that about? Just because I choose not to tell the whole world of my life problems doesnt mean I dont have them for fuck's sake. Also what's the deal with people and assumptions. I think 80% of the 'facts' that come out of peolpes mouth regarding random things or other people are mere assumptions. I think (assumptions again) people are just bored. The fact that I'm saying that people assume things is an assumption by itself and the chain of assumptions continue. I guess it's inevitable but there is a limit for these things. Like say; 'Hey I think it's going to rain today', that's an acceptable assumption because peole understand that it is in fact, and assumption. However this is unacceptable; 'Hey I think that blonde chick sleeps with everyone'. Do you see what I mean? If you don't you're probably the one making unacceptable assumptions.
Besides being utterly annoyed with anything that everthing that moves, I got two awesome air brushed tattoos that I might want to make permanent when i turn 18 and I got a caricature drawn of myself riding a horse which is pretty cool. I don't feel like blogging anymore. x
Got back from camp today and I was so disgusted with the state that I was in. I hadn't taken a full shower in 5 days. I had to pee in a bush with long grass for one full day, I knew people who even had to poo which was just, disturbing. Also, I realised that I had not combed my hair in the duration of the camp which would explain any weird pictures of me that you may or may not see. And, my nails were so damn gross I couldnt even bear to touch my own hands.
Soooo.., being the brat that I am, as soon as I got back, I took a loonngg shower and head to the hairdressers to wash my hair. Funnily enough, I saw Danika there getting a haircut and trust me, she has needed one for ages. Her hair wasn't bad looking before, it was just as I put it, uncared for. :D Well, I washed my hair and soon, I was feeling like myself again. But not quite, my nails were so frighteningly (dunno if that's a word but it is now) disastrous that I head to the manipedi slash barber shop slash piercing shop to get a French mani. Well, it was awesome cause the chick doing it for me kept trying to make small talk and it was funny as hell to watch her try so hard to meet with the expectations of being a 'perfect stereotypical manicurist (again, dunno if that's a word)'. She did do well though, she managed to get out the fact that I have a brother and that I had just gone for camp.
Well, after all that pampering I went home only to be greeted by the theme song of 'Neighbours' which totally pissed me off because that chick I liked died and now, I have no reason to watch the sad excuse of a show.
Instead, I continued reading Little Monsters by Charles Lambert only to realise how he so intelligently portrayed a girl's point of view, not being one himself.
Well, it feels good to finally be able to go back to my mundane, unexciting, non-partying life and I am to a certain extent quite happy. The camp would not have been the same without the bitch fighting, new found secrets, secret buddies, name calling, stick collecting, raft bulding, hydrophobia, hydrophilia. It was worth it, let's just hope that rash I have from that stupid plant wears off.
okay, so two good things happened today. 1)Elise, my love, bought me a ticket to watch Half Blood Prince tomorrow. 2) I got chosen to go on a scholarship to a math summer school in canberra which is totallymindblowingicantimagineit-!
i have camp the day after tomorrow, and i guess it'll be alright. apart from the fact that i've not yet packed my stuff, i'm prepared.i've got so much to do it's not even funny well, it was never funny even to begin with. got heaps of homework cause we'll be missing a week of school. . . it is currently socoldifeelliikeeatingfire, and im wearing two long pants, a shirt with a jumper, and woolen socks. i just pray and hope that the temperature doesnt drop any further during camp. i feel like a really hugeandfat chihuahua because of all the whimpering and shivering. sheesh. i dont understand why this post isnt flowing very well but i frankly, i couldnt give two shits. isnt it funny how the original phrase was actually, 'two cents' but yeah. brain.freeze.
daft punk is pretty, witty and ghey. no, not gay. ghey.