Quotes

It's become kind of hobby of mine to take down funny things people say in my notebook and I thought I should share them with the blogging community. Here are just a few of my favourites:

"There are some people who suffer from some pretty not good expression."
-My History teacher

"He has muscles, you just can't see them."
-A friend of mine (defending her boyfriend)

"I wanna read real manly poetry"
-A boy in my English class (fed up with Plath)

"But isn't grass usually green?"
-A girl in my drama class

"Let's have matching cushions all the time!"
-My Mum

"Aren't we too old for paedophiles?"
-Another drama student

Let me tell you about my week

I think I must have offended a Pagan God (or at least a Christian Saint) because there's a force out to get me this week.

Monday I got a massive migraine and was sick all afternoon and well into the night.
Tuesday is my late day and I really needed to sleep in but I had to get up early to do all the homework I was meant to do Monday afternoon.
Thursday (yesterday) I sprained my ankle after school (but stayed for our Drama rehearsal because I'm a kind soul) and the nurse had gone home so I couldn't get an ice pack.
Today I'm home from school because I can't walk on this stupid ankle.

When you have a cold or a headache or something you want to rest all day but I don't. I'm alert and frustrated because I can't do anything. I really didn't want to miss school today because I don't want to get behind in anything so I'm even enjoying my day off like I should.

I had to cancel my work shift for this week too which means I can't earn back the money I took out yesterday to pay for my Formal ticket.

Oh, and my period started on Tuesday but, like the external causes of the Russian Revolution, this has done more to aggravate already existing grievances than to cause new ones.

After all that I can only say: Pffffffffffffffffft.
(Although I think it's a testimony to my patience that I haven't been grumpy about it all until today)

Fishbowl blogging

I feel like I don't read enough blogs, I have about 6 or 7 that I check up on regularly and I'm starting to feel like I've got myself into a fishbowl and I'm not sure how to get out. So... I was hoping y'all could help me out by recommending a few blogs. You can recommend yourself if you like. I just need to break free...

I am so over...

~English Essays
If you told me in 2006 that I would start to hate essays I would tell you that were a silly poo, but there you go. Everyone reaches their limit and I think I hit mine when I was told to write 1000-1200 words on a book's title last week)

~The School Formal
It won't be for a couple of months yet and I wish the damn thing would go away (never, ever thought I would say that) the only reason I haven't asked for my deposit back is that I want an excuse to wear a pretty dress. Problems have escalated from the limo to accessories to after parties (and pre-parties) to dates. I want to go with Mr. Rudd's cardboard cut-out but the rest of the world doesn't seem to like the idea. (I bet they're jealous)

~Firsties
This is a term I made up the other day to describe boys who haven't had a girlfriend before. (It could probably be used for girls too, but this is beside the point) For some reason, they flock to me. I find this excruciatingly awkward because I hate saying 'no' but don't want to say 'yes'.
I feel a bit like the title role in Good Luck Chuck (November 2007). Chuck has a curse put on him and whenever he sleeps with a woman she finds Mr. Right a short while later. I get asked out by a boy and a year later he gets a long term girlfriend (Statisitcs are: 3 out of 3 and I'll give you updates on the next two in a year.)

~Remixes
Either play the song or don't. Don't try to sort of play the song because it's just frustrating.

My oh my meme

I've been Tagged! Twice! How exciting :)
My first reaction was to wonder just where the word 'meme' came from, I think it must be an abbreviation of the Ab Fab line "I'm sorry if it sounds selfish, Sweetie, but me me me me me!"

So, five things about me:

1. I make up words (rather a lot).
I put this down to the fact that, at an estimated 750,000 to a million words, the English language is not nearly vast enough and sometimes new words just have to be made up to fill a void. (Such as enther)

2. I sometimes wonder if my life is the Truman Show
But then I reassure myself that They wouldn’t have made that movie if it was because I would catch on too easily… but then I wonder if that’s what They want me to think!

3. I’m a feminist as long as it doesn’t involve heavy lifting
While I think equal rights are very important and I wouldn’t want to go back to a time when women had no rights, couldn't work, couldn’t vote, etc. but I don’t really have a problem with gender roles. Men are (generally) physically stronger than women so, as far as I’m concerned, they can carry new furniture into the house and I’ll do the grocery shopping. (Possibly this is an excuse for being lazy, but I like my definition better.)

5. I was born with fake fingernails
This is he only reasonable explanation I can come up with as to why my nails are so gosh darn perfect. People look at me and say “Wow, are those things real?!” and I gave up hoping they were talking about my bust (or lack thereof) a long time ago.

4. I had intended to make all of that very funny
I don’t know if it worked or not though because, after watching Dylan Moran, nothing else can ever be funny again. It all seems kinda dull to me, but I’ll post anyway and y’all can let me know what you think.

I tag… Original Mel, Surfercam, Arian Dalliancer and whoever comments this post first.

Update

I'm in a very good mood today. To set the scene;

-I'm wearing purple stockings and a floral mini skirt and having a very good hair day

-I got lost of English homework done and I'm feeling a little less swamped (although I do wish I had a few more days of holidays)

-There has been great music on the radio all day

-I had my morning tea sitting on the back step with my cat

-Later this afternoon I get to look for pretty dresses with my mum

Living in a soapie*

You may recall me saying this
~The couple who organised the limo I mentioned in my last post broke up a few days after I posted (I'm still friends with both of them, no one was The Bastard as far as I can see)

~Two days after said breakup I found out about certain rumours doing the rounds. Apparently I am the reason they broke up because the boy was cheating with me. (Yes, me of all people)

~As far as I know the rumours haven't got back to the girl and, if they have, she doesn't believe them which is consoling
in a previous post. (or you may not, so, for your benefit, it has been recreated just up there ^)

What I learnt over my School Retreat (from my Sources) is that the final dot point there is untrue. You know why? Because the bitch started them! Apparently my so called friend has been bitching about me behind my back since I was in Italy! All the time being ever so nice to my face and letting me comfort her when she got dumped by my friend (I missed out on a study lesson to do that, I might add and it meant I had much more homework later in the day.)

Well, that's about all I have to say on the matter. I’ve decided not to confront her about it just yet (I don’t want to say anything whilst in a Rage) however I have made two decisions;
~No way am I paying $40 for her limo, I’ll go with someone else. (Because, unlike her, I have 3 offers for dates and could go with enther of them. Not that I’m being spiteful or anything)
~I am not going to tell my work that I can’t come in on ANZAC day (the day of her birthday party) and miss out on double pay for someone who hates my guts.

After all that it may seem strange to know that I don’t hate her. I very strongly dislike her but I pride myself on thinking the best of people so it takes a long time for me to actually hate someone. (So far, only person I’ve met has managed that)
But I think it would be better for all concerned if I stayed out of her way as much as possible. (The whole thing has made me feel most gluph)

*That is to say, living in a world where beautiful people do ugly things within a small circle of equally beautiful people.