TWILIGHT! AND WHY JACOB BLACK MUST DIE!!!

No time to really blog right now seeing as I am leaving for Melbourne in 4.5 hours and I really must sleep before I partake on the gluteus-maximus numbing car ride. You may notice later on that I'll be saving all my creative swearing for the character that is Jacob Black.

I really need to vent this. I have all this emotion swirling around me, inside of me ready to burst out of me as though my skin were the only thing holding me together. I have finished reading the Twilight series, and I am an emotional wreck. It is moments like these when I realise that this is the very reason why I want to become a writer, to inspire emotion, to capture to compel and to create that ambience. Despite that I am raging and conflicted and somewhat hateful inside, I love it.

I've copied and pasted this next part from a comment I gave the wonderful Dyanne on her blog. I want to murder Jacob Black. I do, I seriously do. I absolutely loathed the fact that Eclipse ended with his OPINION. I really HATED that whole King Solomon, as if. JACOB YOU WERE CUTTING BELLA IN HALF FROM THE BEGINNING! EDWARD WAS GIVING HER UP FROM THE START. NO YOU DO NOT LOVE HER MORE. YOU'RE PUPPY LOVE AIN'T WORTH SHIT AGAINST EDWARD'S CHASM OF ENDLESS DEVOTION AND LOVING SOUL-MATE-ISM.

Their love is stronger than ANYTHING that, that stupid DOG can ever conceive. Oh don't we all love how Edward just saved the day? I was so glad it was Seth and not Jacob who ripped off Riley's head. I could honestly not BEAR reading Bella kissing Jacob back and realising that she's in "love" with him too. I'd rather read that horrific, putrifying, disgusting, fetidly repugnant scene at the end of Harry Potter when Hermione kissed Ron, a thousand times than to relive that experience, knowing that Edward would be there.

Dude it's Edward, he loves her more than she'll ever truly begin to even fathom. And Jacob is just there stealing her away making Edward look like the patron saint of ethics. Which he is, him and his heart-warming propriety...never letting a kiss go too far and all - except for that last part in the meadow when he kind of did want what Bella was pleading for (good lord I'd never be able to refuse him). I was irrationally furious for Edward when Jacob and Bella *gag* ... and Edward was laughing about it.

Oh look at me, discussing these characters as though they were corporeal. I love what the imagination does, it brings life.

I wish I had my own Edward. (oh don't we all, or Jasper - he's awesome too) I really do, not every gal is lucky enough to have the personification of perfection sitting with them, protective arms wrapped around them, whispering in their ear quite seductively all of Romeo's lines as he said them on the TV screen.

That would be very hot.

Really, I've never read a book that's had be crying, actually crying, almost sobbing and whining and... well quite incoherent. I was ACTUALLY CRYING, none of this teary eyed crap...but I was CRYING. Not once, not twice but oh ok 4 or 5 times.

The first time was when Edward was breaking up with her. I remember myself crying so distinctly because I had never been so shocked (at myself becoming more than lachrymose). I WAS ACTUALLY CRYING. Despite that I knew they'd get together again, I was woe all over. Then the next couple of times I cried for Bella and her reckless self endangerment just to hear Edward's voice, and the pain on his face when he was about to incite the Volturi's wrath. (I just LOVE how he has a flair for the theatric and dramatic, reminds me of Draco) I also cried when the Jacob Bella scenes were happening, mostly because I felt this overwhelming sense of betrayal on Bella's part and anger at Jacob. I was just sitting there in my little ambience bubble babbling "Edward...Edward... what about Edward?"

I had also cried many FURIOUS TEARS over Jacob Black I SERIOUSLY wanted to bash his head in, and I REALLY wanted Edward to brake his jaw. Why did he have to be such an intelligent, loving gentleman? Ah but that is Edward.

Man... I wanted to read the wedding. But no, we jut had to have some stupid shit about Jacob and how he's all emo, and angsty and oh she didn't choose me.

Throughout the entire time I was reading New Moon I was thinking "Hmm Jacob Black... why can't he just...Oh I don't know... FUCK OFF?"

At first I was oh, yeah, Jacob... seems pretty innocent to me. BUT NO YOU CONNIVING, CUNNING PETTY THIEF!! YOU MONGREL! YOU FETID WASTE OF CANINE TALENT! YOU CAN'T LOVE BELLA LIKE EDWARD DOES. HE PAWNS YOU! SO STOP TRYING TO TAKE HER AWAY! YOU ASSHOLE! I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU SORE, PUPPY BITCH! HOW DARE YOU TEMPT EDWARD LIKE THAT, STUPID OVER HEATED SPACE-HEATER! JUST GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF, AND THIS TIME DON'T RESURFACE! YOU HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING AGAINST THE VAMPIRES! THEY PAWN YOU! THEY ALL PAWN YOU! SO YOU JUST GO SHOVE OFF BECAUSE BELLA CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU.

Ouch. Harsh. But I REALLY hate him. I can be even more creative but I don't have time. That above rant doesn't even come close to how I truly want to articulate my hatred for Jacob Black. And if the casting directors cast Steven Strait as him, I will die. I will not be torn over Edward and Jacob. I loved steven in the covenant and if he's jacob I might just not watch it for that very reason.

He'd better be butt ugly.

Good thing he's fictional. For I'd really be upset with myself if I ever felt this way against an actual person.

Oh wow! Look at the time! Shit, I have to sleep I've been typing away my rant here for so long.

P.S DYZ AND LO IF YOU ARE READING THIS. I REALLY LOVE YOU, in the most sisterly platonic sense possible.

thought you should know that for Christmas.

P.S you can predict what I'll say here. JACOB BLACK MUST DIE!

Until next time (which may be a long time due to Melbourne tomorrow and for the next week) -

- deeh xox

HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

I hate Jacob Black. "Air to breathe, sun to warm you" my ass. Eff off Jacob. Edward although he may be perceived as being like a drug. He isn't. He's the eternal rocks beneath. He's her foundation, her core, her reason for living.

Answer me this Jacob: For what use is one's lungs without the heart?

You may have made a miniscule tear on Bella's heart but Edward left a HOLE beat that bitch.

"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary."

This has brought to me a whole new understanding of Wuthering Heights to me.

I must go back and read. I don't think I was as insightful when I was twelve (when I first read it) as I am now.

HERE I GO RANTING AGAIN.

OK. MERRY CHRISTMAS! BYE!

Commencement of the Holidays!

Yes it is. Yes it is. And not once have I slept in. Oh Lordy, I've been too busy playing caretaker of my little brother (taking him to school and such). In my leisure time I content myself with random films and reading Twilight repeatedly. (It's now a burgeoning obsession.)

Of three things I am now absolutely certain:

1) I am now obsessed with Edward Cullen. (LOL there's a girl on YouTube who pronounces 'Cullen' as 'Colon.')

2) 'Windex' is a highly competent carpet cleaner. (Excellent if Orange soft drink happens to spontaneously combust all over your blue carpet. However with most cleaning products, you have to be quite hasty).

3) I am currently living in an unrequited... "affection" line? Bizarre as it sounds, it's true - although it stops with the Asian Adonis.

It is the third fact that highly disconcerts me. I am aware that in my previous post that I refused to dwell further on suffering through that blatant 'flirting' attempt. Although maybe not so blatant. I like to fancy myself as a quite attentive person, I'm quite observant (ZOMG! I'M WATCHING BANANAS IN PYJAMAS. I LOVE THIS SHOW! yes reliving childhood memories, I digress...) and it is because of this advanageous quality that I attribute my academic...talent? I don't know. Anyway I saw through everything he was doing, and although sweet - it bothers me. I am highly troubled because I don't reciprocate his feelings, mainly because A) He's not my type and B)I have feelings for someone else. I'm trying to let him off easy, mollifying the fall by trying to shun him away via body language. I think I've been quite obvious. HOW DENSE CAN HE BE? I honestly don't know, 'hip-boy' just doesn't get it. I mean I like him as a friend yeah, he's nice but I'm not attracted to him in anyway. Perhaps it's because I'm friendly to him, no double entendre intended.

HE. MISSED. THE. BOAT.

Also, if he thinks that I'm just some kind of conquest like before, he can just run off now. I've forgiven him for that 'playa' comment, but I'm not stupid. I've moved on already, he's 2 months too late.

I don't want to think about this anymore. It depresses me, especially since I had another weirdo dream where Asian Adonis was playing the star role.

Moving on.

I need New Moon. My head is filled with Fantasy right now and it's inspiring me to commence my novel. There's still so much planning to do though. I think I'll just write the prologue at least. I also have other things to do for the youth group, such as design those business cards and the draft for the bulletin. I told Jay I had a draft, little did he know that, that draft was in my head. I need to extract it from my head and onto publisher. That shoudln't be too hard, I'm just procrastinating too much. I'll do it as soon as I am able. I watched Stardust. LOL I loved Clare Danes in that movie, I loved her sarcastic personality. "Uh let me think, it landed over there and then, hmm this must be where she was until she was hit by a magical flying moron!"

"...Y-You're the star!"

*glowering look*

LOL. It was the guy from Casanova. Although he looked infinitely better in this movie with the long hair and the fact that he wasn't overshadowed by the wonderful Heath Ledger. (You reckon he could ever be a Carlisle? LOL) (OMG on ABC there's some animal show narrated by Vanessa Williams) To be honest, and don't kill me Dyanne...Robert Pattinson as Edward is growing on me. He's growing on me. They just need to fix his eyebrows. He's not entirely Edward but I've been thinking about it and I believe that make-up can do quite a lot. I hope they can pull it off and make him look all smexy-like. I think what threw everyone off was that atrocious photo of him on Stephenie Meyer's website. He's good-lookng but not photogenic. But I'll admit he's an attractive, and he's not too old either.

Oh well, we shall just see.

I think I need to watch some more of his work in order to decide sufficiently whether or not he's acting ability can produce Edward's demeanour. Now where did my copy of Goblet go??? Tom Sturridge and Emily Browning would have been good (yes I agree with you Dyanne, I still like Anna Pacquin though.) but what can ya do? I dunno the reactions of people of youtube are funny.

I probably should go now, and hop to doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Until next time my loves-

- deeh xox

Past Three Days

The past three days...

Thursday was a highly entertaining day! I received my awards and everything, yeah ok I don’t really want to discuss things that have the tendency to depress me. It was nice, despite that I was hyperventilating as badly as I was before I stepped precariously onto that damn flying saucer. What happened afterwards is what is interesting where subsequent to departing from our regular mode of transportation (I’m being deliberately difficult here for dyz’s benefit) there came her shining Adonis (the second lovely on our very, very short list of Blacktown pretty guys) leaping into our vision with a surprised “oh, hi!” that left her hyperventilating into her coke can. Oh, dyz – it’s so adorable. Rofl. It took several minutes and about three dozen “Those type of things just don’t happen!” to calm her down.

I know how you feel, honey.

Formal preparation was incredibly enjoyable though. Dying dyz’s hair purple was fun! It felt all squigy and I acquired TWILIGHT! Thank you now I am obsessed and if I don’t get the second book I think I will explode out of my skin and die! I finished it early this morning, because I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep any longer, or I seriously would die... EDWARD CULLEN!!! *ahem* ok. He’s the only character that has managed to snake his way higher on my “sexy, pale, vampirish, rich fictitious character” list which comprised solely of Draco Malfoy, and now he has been ousted. My apologies, my dear lovely Draco, I will forever love you in my rabid fangirlness yet the fandom you simply can’t outrun the scores of perfection that Edward exudes...

I digress. We shall discuss more of Edward further on. (Oh the pain, I want to obsess like I usually do, however I am deviating from my original point. I must not be led astray by my fangirlish desires...)

EDWARD!!!!!!!

Ok. It’s out of my system.

Now, where was I before I was lusciously interrupted by the thoughts of Edw – don’t even say, I mean type his name! It will distract me. Righto, now ah yes, formal preparation. I was chucking *ahem* applying all this make up to my face and my eyes took me a bloody hour. It was fun though, the traffic was atrocious and unbearable – in a nutshell: Tim has the sense of direction of a blind, deaf and dumb man. Brilliant. Yet once we were there it was amazing how everyone arrived so magnificent and pretty, and I could gush further but basically all you need to know is: it was gun! Yes, I said the word gun. Lana and Asian Adonis have influenced my vocabulary, I am now reduced to single-syllabled adjectives. ‘Gun,’ er, yes. It was fun, with all the dancing and photo taking and everyone looking gorgeous, and me getting friendly with the wall as jelly got friendly with the microphone stand. LOL. Yes it was fun.

BUT HOW CUTE WERE JESS AND JOSH??? *squeal with glee!!!*

Although those slow songs did make me, a single gal feel somewhat emo (even doza was dancing with someone!) it was awesome. Afterwards eating maccas with Lana, Lo, Dyz, Harridot and Aaron they all began laughing at me because of my lack of “supportive material” and it being cold, damning uncontrollable bodily functions in reaction to the cold and the fact that I hadn’t considered that glaring fact when I ordered ice cream.

EDWARD!!!! (Ok. It’s out of my system) <- - - apparently not.

LOL LORRAINE JUMPED INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S CAR!!!! ROFL YOU ARE NOT LIVING THAT DOWN.

Hey it was fun, watching movies, eating pizza and chocolate at 2am, watching Channing Tatum with a tampon stuck up his nose...LOL all we did that day was lounge around the TV and then I went home to read twilight!!!! NOW I CAN TALK ABOUT EDWARD AND BELLA AND HOW MUCH I AM LOVING THIS BOOK.

YES IT IS ALL CLEAR TO ME NOW WHY EVERYONE BLOODY OBSESSES ABOUT IT!!!!

DYZ I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY ROBERT PATTINSON WILL NEVER BE EDWARD. Personally, I don’t think any man on earth is sexy enough to the sexual allure of a suave, so incredibly melt my heart old world chivalrous, ranga Vampire to play Edward Cullen. There are no words for him... not even “Wow” does it. He’s beyond human description. I don’t even want there to be fanfiction of him because I don’t think anyone but his original creator could EVER recreate the “dazzling” perfection that exudes from Edward Cullen.

You people... you did not do him justice. When you said “so hot” or “beyond this world hot” that doesn’t suffice! There are no words for him! He’s superfluous to any description!

I really need to shut up about him now. But what’s hottest of all...he’s in love! I think a guy in love is pretty sexy, so is fatherhood – but that must be left to another topic of discussion.

I should shut up now!

LOL today at schoenstatt was awesome! Carrying the cross and icon again! Seeing old friends again! GOING ON VATICAN TV!!! INTERVIEW WITH A WOMAN FROM THE VATICAN!! SINGING ON CAMERA!! WEARING OUR NEW T-SHIRTS!

And of course enduring the blatant attempts at “flirting” if that is what it was.

I refuse to dwell further on that confused individual.

ROFLMAO! THE MOST FKN RANDOMEST THING – ROB: “I GOT A FLY STUCK IN MY EYE!!”

FTW DUDE.

LOL catch ya later people. Until next time my lovelies-

- Deeh xox

P.S MUST GET A COPY OF NEW MOON!!!!! IF I DON’T I WILL DIE!! I’M DYING HERE!! WELL, until I do, I’ll just reread twilight over and over again for a regular dose of Edward goodness.

HALT! WTF I ALMOST FORGOT TO SAY THIS!! DYZ! I SAW ADONIS IN A FORMAL PHOTO!! HE WAS WEARING A VEST!!!! *collapsed and died*

IT'S OFFICIAL - I CAN SAY IT!!

IT'S CURRENTLY 12:43 AM AND I SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT THIS MUST BE SAID!!!!!!!

ZOMG.

I CAN NOW OFFICIALLY SAY (or type, rather) WITH ALL THE GLEE AND EXCITEMENT I PROJECT THROUGH MY FINGERS:

THE FORMAL IS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

THE FORMAL IS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

THE FORMAL IS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*squeal!*

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

YAY!

Ok. Must shut up. Pack bag. Sleep. Oh man. I can't sleep now.

Beauty = Pain II

BEAUTY WARS - EPISODE II ATTACK OF THE CUTICLES!!

Ouch. My poor cuticles, under the assualt of that mini angle-griner thingo!!! My nails kinda hurt, and its damn obtrusive when one tries to type. I can't type upright anymore, my nails are on this below forty-five degree angle slant so it's just the pad of my fingertip that comes into contact with the keyboard. They feel heavy and weird, but ah they look magnificent. Everything has a price. I sat there for about an hour I guess, a lot more convenient than the full acrylic which takes approximately three.

It's cool, and I really wonder why all these nail women, halt, sorry "nail technicians" are all Vietnamese? Seriously. The woman gave me a "school formal special." She asked me if it was my formal to which I replied, and she asked me what school I said McAule, and that it was on Thursday. Apparently there are a number of schools that have it on Thursday. She asked me "Have a couple of your friends come here?" So I'm guessing it was pretty common. Well my mum was going all agro that it cost $45. However, being the nice woman that she was, the nail lady gave it to me for forty which I paid ten bucks for - so there ya go mum, you only pay thirty now.

Pa picked me up from Westpoint today! He told me to meet him on the second floor at Myer. Odd. Ok. But ah fate, you are so kind to me. I'm beginning to think that, that "Law of Attraction" thing that "The secret" book talks about may be true. For oh how my lovely Adonis is always on my mind and I was like "Myer? wtf? It's not like he' show up there." Yet ah we all know what happens next? Yes you do.

NOT.

HE wasn't at Myer people.

He was on the travelator going down to Myer just as my dad and I were traversing upward. Ok, yeah I'm playing with you guys. You know, he ALWAYS seems to appear when I lift my head up. Honestly! I was looking down in my "Diva" bag (don't kill me Dyanne! I had a prac today!)returning my purse in there after retrieving it to extract ten dollars to pay for my nails. Then who suddenly careers into my peripheral vision but Asian Adonis and co. happily waving at me! :D *melt* his smile is gorgeous...I waved back as equally happy of course and was suddenly launched into higher spirits whilst trying to supress a fit of ecstatic giggles. (GOODNESS I AM PATHETIC!) Anyway my dad is like:

"Who were those volcano faces?" *Tim's invention for acne ridden adolescents*

EXCUSE ME! THEY WERE NOT VOLCANO FACES! Well my dad refers to every boy I know as a "volcano face" I replied with "They're not Volcano faces!" They're gorgeous, pretty, smexy faces....

I don't feel so pathetic anymore. Honestly who can feel pathetic when they're listening to System?

You know who I'm somewhat pissed at? Doza, you can't just uninvite someone from the formal just two fucking days before! That's extremely rude! It's against common courtesy, that's just so dog, that's cut! Two weeks to a month before, then ok, fine that's acceptable, that's enough notice - however two days? That's way too close, he could of purchased stuff already and PB doesn't even have a formal this year! And he was really looking forward to going! That's just rude. Now I'm not getting pissed just because the said date has connections to the Asian Adonis (in fact they're friends) (well I am somewhat, yes you know me so well Dyanne). Yet I am mostly indignant because that's against common courtesy. I'd rather him over the other guy! Mainly because well, you know, you take a lot of photos at the formal and maybe you know, seeing as they're friends and all... one may leak back to Asian Adonis.....*hopeful glee*

OH YES, YOU GO LAUGH DYZ.

However, this sordid tale does thankfully have an optimistic conclusion, we found a ticket for him from a lovely fellow student - which he will reimburse, of course. AAAAH! I'M GETTING EXCITED!!! LOOOK! LLOOK AT THE TIME! IN TWO HOURS AND FIVE MINUTES I CAN OFFICIALLY SAY: "THE FORMAL IS TOMORROW!!"

squeeeeeeee!!

LOL. Meh, I'm such a girl.

I must return to my schoolwork. Ah yes, it is but the second last day of official classes and yes I am still commited to schoolwork. NO! I don't want to write another debate! I thought I was done with that crap! urgh. I don't want to do it. Ah well, debate writing I go. I'm so sad.

Bye for now, but not forever

Until next time -

- deeh xox.

P.S He's so preeeetttyyy....shut up Dana!!

Of rain, hair and irony

Please disregard the last post, and don't be alarmed I'm fine now! Come on! The formal is in three days!! ZOMG! First it was "next year," then "6 weeks" and now three days! It's finally hit me, and I'm sofas-king excited. I don't know it's the irrational femininity within me.

I'm over the whole mum thing. Time to move on. Oh we painted our homeroom today! It looks sofa-king awesome!! It's so cool! I love it. I wish I could that creative and artistic, the things Natasha creates are so beautiful. I'm so bummed that I have so many things to do, and I'll be so preoccupied with english that I'll be unable to commence the writing of my novel. I'm still going through the planning stages, and I hope it'll be awesome.

LOL...dyz, beach... asian adonis...lol "ogling!"

I feel very creative right now! Want to draw, want to write and unless anything major happens, I'll be hopping to it now! I shall be off to be creative now that my major essay is over.

Bye bye!

Until next time -

- deeh xox

P.S Heaps of people seemed to like my hair, so that's good. And it was so ironic that I saw Yugi today after Mary mentioned him. LOL. This post has digressed so far from the title. xD

Hate is a strong word

But I really, really, really don't like my mum.

She's been pissing me off all weekend. I know I should respect my parents and the fourth commandment says we should "honour" them, but she's making it really hard for me to love that woman. We're meant to love them, well, she's making it a little hard!! I swear, the fact that God said we should respect our parents is the only thing restraining me from marching right up to her and socking her one right in the face!

She's been giving me the shits. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!! How do you feel deeh? Hmm, let's explore that shall we? Crestfallen, disappointed, frustrated, furious, angry, exasperated. I wanted to just break down crying but I couldn't because I was in church. What's worse is that these familiar thoughts of self-loathing are creeping back into my system. She just makes me want to hate myself. I just don't want to hope anymore, because life is just shit. Honestly, (this is a metaphor by the way) she gets my hopes up, crashes them down, offers me a consolation prize and then reveals that I can't even have that!!!!

Make up your fucking mind!! STOP TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS! I wish I had a job, not because I want the money, or the experience as I tell everyone. I need an excuse to get away from the house, I need an excuse to keep me from walking through those doors at the end of a school day. I need something to take my mind off all the shit that goes on around here. Notice I didn't use the word "home." This isn't my home, I'm still trying to find it, it's certainly not here. I'm in a house full of people and still I feel alone. It's funny, I've been alone here for so long I've actually grown to like that emptiness. I've grown accustomed to it, and that's gotta be the worst thing of all. I actually want to be alone here, probably because whenever they notice me standing there I flare up with anger, pissed at them for not noticing before.

I'm tired of her broken promises and games. What I hate the most is that she doesn't realise how this affects me. She makes me question who I am, she makes me feel utterly insignificant, she breaks down every defence I've built and treats me like that 6 months of counselling was worthless. I want to hate her, I want to hate her so much. But I can't, because she's my mother and despite everything that I feel or want, I love her. So ouch, that hurts. I don't even like talking to her anymore, we used to be like bestfriends and I'd tell her anything and everything.

Yet I can't take it anymore. I just want, I just NEED an ear to listen. That's all, I don't need her interjecting her opinion, or her advice. I don't want or need it. I just want someone here in this house who will listen unconditionally without judgement. I wish she'd stop judging me. She doesn't know me.

I wish she'd stop pretending like she knows me, because she doesn't.

She doesn't make the effort to. All I have here at home for comfort is my pillow and copious amounts of chocolate. My apologies for not being my usual articulate self, I'm too distraught for any manner of decency at the moment.

until next time (which I pray will be a more jovial occasion) -

- deeh. xox.

I've so much to do...

Beauty = Pain

Broken Sonnet by Hale is the prettiest song..... ahh... gets me in such a high yet empty mood. *dancing on a cloud*

Anyway, I had my hair done today! Yet first we went shopping and I found this really pretty dress, that looked pretty hot, then we went to Westpoint and I was just thinking how funny it would be if I saw the Asian Adonis... and then I did, with his friends but he didn't see me I said hi to his friends though, he was too busy disposing things into the bin.

Beauty does eual pain in some sense, we went to the hairdresser and there I got it trimmed, thinned layered and foiled. I had to sit there for like, half an hour looking absolutely hideous with bits of malleable metal protruding from my head. Great. But the shampoo massage afterwards was very theraputic. NOW IT LOOKS AWESOME!!

:D I'm very satisfied.

Beauty also hurt when my mum was fussing over my make up for this party we attended. Honestly! If I want to put on just eye-liner and some gloss, then that's fine with me! No, she had to full re-emphasize everything and when she put this eye-liner on me her aim was so painful that she missed my lashline completely and stroked that SHARPENED pencil STRAIGHT ACROSS MY EYEBALL!! Now I could rub or soothe my eye because of the mascara and eyeshadow she put on me and I had to just stand there with a bloodshot eye whimpering and blinking...and well, in pain.

Ouch.

Well, I'm pretty tired now. I'll finish my essay tomorrow. I'll cy'all later. Wtf? I said y'all.

Oh yeah!!! I CAN DO THE SOULJA BOY DANCE NOW!! It's so funny! and surprisingly easy. lol. ok. Gnite!!

Until next time -

- deeh xox

VERTICAL? VERTICAL!!!!!????

My immediate response to that bloody 'Flying Saucer' ride turning vertical. We went to the Luna Park excursion today! It was awesome, although in the morning we did feel like such morons because we were in uniform and the rest of the school was granted a mufti day. We had the better end of the bargain I guess.

A shout out to our named trees: 'Apotheosis,' 'Jimmeh' and 'Stella.' Yup we own those trees.

Ok now, let's just get this straight. Lo and Dyz, I permitted you to force me on any ride and yet little did I know at that time that I was to face that bloody 'Flying Saucer' UFO shit, ok? I made an uninformed decision - so I take it back!!!!! For all of you who are unaware as to what my relation is to the Flying Saucer thing is, I shall recount my minutes of SHEER UNADULTERATED TERROR!!!

You've all heard of that round thing that keeps spinning eh? I saw it on the Simpsons, in the episode where Bart and Lisa are spitting at each other. ANYWAY. I freaked out when they all said we were riding it. You're all like "Come one deeh, it'll be fun" Suuuuuuurrre. It'll be fun. SURE. So I made the split second decision to step outside my comfort zone and took a chance. I was whimpering and regretting my decision immediately while we were in the stairwell, ah what I didn't know lay before me. I was worried and freaking out, and that was just when I thought thing was only HORIZONTAL and tilting.

BUT OMFG!!

We were like two metres away from the gate thingy and that's when I saw the ride go freaking VERTICAL. You spin, and you spin f***ing VERTICAL. Here was my reaction:

"OMG IT GOES VERTICAL??!!!! VERTICAL!!!?? YOU DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME IT GOES FUCKING VERTICAL!!!!! IT GOES FUCKING VERTICAL!!! OHHHH MY GOD. OHHH MY GOSH... OH MY... *incoherent babbling* *loud, excessive whimpering* *Hyperventilation* Oh myGod. OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD. WHY THE F*CK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT GOES F*CKING VERTICAL!!!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE ALL OF YOU!!! Oh god...."

It was at that point, Jelly kindly intervened and grabbed my hand, clasping it firmly. I calmed down a little, and that was only because I, being a person of duty, decided to accept the inevitable. Yet I was still hyperventilating. It so happened, only five minutes I was there bounding towards the ride and whimpering as I waited for it to begin. LOL when it started (it wass still slow) I was just like "AH! - AH! - AH! - AH!" and Doza was like, "Relax Dana, nothing's happened."

Of course in movies, when they say something along those lines the great irony is, is that it always does happen. So yeah, we picked up speed. I screamed the entire way and I was so sure I looked Greg in the eyes. Greg. Yes. Greg. He's the name of the Grim Reaper in 'Conker's Bad Fur Day.' One of my favourite Nintendo 64 games EVER! Yeah, coz I'm old school like that. So hyperbolically I stared at death in the eyes. Actually my eyes were closed 99% of the time, I only opened them at highly unfortunate moments. URGH. I screamed, cried, wailed - oh Lord did I WAIL - and swore.

Well, of course as most terrifying moments do, it ended and I almost collapsed afterwards. My feet were wobbly, especially my left one as the right one had dislodged and I was on one foot half the time. Well it ended, some were smiling, some were relieved and I was whimpering. You know, I was actually marveling at my own strenght really, never had I ever held onto something for dear life before. It was vice-like. I can now FULLY appreciate the term "hanging on for dear life." Ok so I'm vascillating out the ride, wiping my eyes whilst attempting to be composed (didn't work obviously) as I was whimpering and wailing silently so for my benefit we rode the Merry-Go-round to calm me down. Yeah! That's my chicken, I rode a chicken while everyone rode a horse.... hmmm... then we went on that Freaky-Mouse-thing rollercoaster thingo. It was a lot scarier than it looked.

I AM A GOOD BUMPER CAR DRIVER. I figured that out today. But there was this annoying as hell Mitchell guy, who although wasn't in my batch, him and his friends were pissing everyone off. He was purposely ramming into people and hitting the crap out of them, now if he did that to me I would've said, "If you want to get banged so much, get a girlfriend!" That would've been cool. It was awesome, I was full driving with one hand. Wohoo!! They had this delightful mango ice cream. Awesome.

WE WENT TO CAPITOL! LOLS. I was pissed off at Mr. Johnno for saying I was uncool but I can say one of two things to that man, "I agree with you. I'm not cool - I'm hot" LOL. Or, "I agree with you. I'm not cool - I'm a cold hard bitch." LOL Yet I wouldn't be daring to say either because I do respect all teachers to some degree, inlcluding Grumble, despite whatever convoluted notion of civility he conducts.

Dyz! Don't you dare swing the ferris wheel again!!

I need to cut this short right now. It was an awesome day! :D

Until next time -

- deeh. xox

P.S I'M GETTING MY HAIR DONE TOMORROW!!! Dyanne!! DJ^2 YO!!

Seminario!

I attended this enlightening seminar in Melbourne over the weekend!

It was so awesome, two days ago I had a vague notion of what my ambition was, and now, now I have a passion! I want a book released by the end of next year!

I have the tools, I have the ideas, I have the knowledge and I want to instigate as soon as possible. I have experienced this grand epiphany of elucidation, I'm young and I have my life ahead of me. Why not start now?

At the seminar we were required to make our own Vision statements, I made one, but this is only a draft of what it will actually be:

My dream is to compel, exercise and enthrall the human imagination - to suspend reality and guide someone along a journey that they never thought they were able to experience and to excite them enough to inspire to turn the page.

That's only a draft, yet I am on my vision quest now. Never have my life outcomes ever been lucid. Tonight I want to design my dream card thingy and personal branding thingo that we learned.

I AM NOW PERMANENTLY DEPARTING THE NATION OF PROCRASTA!!

care to join me?

I want to say so much more, and consolidate what I've learned, but ah I fear that time is of the essence!

I feel so enlightened.

I guess I'll hop to it now then!

Wait. Wait. ZOMG. ENGLISH?? LOL STARGATE EPISODE?

ROFLMAO.

Until next time -

- deeh. xox

P.S That dude at the seminar was exteremely hot. He exuded the identical aura of 'The Asian Adonis' LOL.

Blogging Keeps me SANE

When I have much work to accomplish. Like english, for example.

It does. It does. So does music. CHOP SUEY!!! "I don't think you trust my self-righteous suicide. I cry when angels deserve to die...Wake up!" I LOVE THAT LINE. And I love GazettE, go jrock, man. Dir En Grey! Ah, my music rant, such a muso... helps me think as I go all english.

Lorraine we've missed you!! How have you been doing? Alright I hope. You missed our covert operations this morning. It was fun, we were suspending reality *cough*pretending*cough* and committing acts of espionage. Jess wanted to avoid you know who this morning, so they detoured and crossed the bridge to the lights, Harriet and I went to the shops to buy breakfast. We were calling each other (with our respective code names of course) "Pigfeet- er I mean, Pigfat! The enemy has been identified! Do not proceed, repeat, do not proceed to the destination!"

"Huh? Dana - I mean, OinkOink! Agent Jello is down! Agent Jello is down! *laugh*lol no she's not."

A while later... "Dana! Dana! He's not there anymore! He's not there anymore! I don't know where he is!"

*calling...*

"Pigfat! Proceed with caution! Proceed wth caution!! Enemyy not in sight!"

Erm... yes. SOME ONE was high this morning. That's how it went, and then Misha making that HILARIOUS joke at lunch. You have to hear it. Yoga this afternoon was also very relaxing and stress relieving. I bought a blazer and two tops for today (another jacket for my kk) for the seminar I'm attending in Melbourne on Saturday and Sunday.My dad told me to bring my laptop with me (in my laptop bag) and I was carrying it around in my blazer and heels, all dressed up (Because within me, there is a crazed femininity that dictates that I must plan an outfit before an event) and hell I lloked like a UNI STUDENT!! Woot. I don't think I've ever looked so sophoisticated... so like my cousin Maree, she's always so sophisticated looking. I love my blazer now. It's so awesome. As I have stated before, I love shopping with my dad. He doesn't care. I was going to buy the same blazer in beige (and it was gorgeous) but NO, mum said no because it's a light colour. So I bought the same blazer in a dark cobalt instead (lol right now Dyanne I have "Ivory jacket and chocolate pants" in my head).

Oh jeez, in elective history I'm the captain of this class debate. More work, but I love debating issues I can empassion myself to believe in. (Is empassion even a word? Hell, it's my neologism) I also have to start on the youth group bulletin, I am the editor after all. Ah english was so amusing. Me and my state of mind approaching schizophrenia. Yes R (I don't know if its with you for me to mention your name on my blog so have become the ambivalent 'R'), I berate myself quite a bit.

This is how it went down:

Dana (aka ME): "Let's use the thesaurus. I don't want to think anymore..."
R: *Raises curious eyebrow*
Girl in class: "Hey, can I borrow your thesaurus? I need to look up another word for stench."
Dana: "fetid, putrid, repugnant, repulsive, stagnant..."
R: *smiling* "And you said that you didn't want to think"
Dana: "Oh but I don't! I don't want to anymore!" *rifles through thesaurus aimlessly.
R: "I can't believe that you - of all people - just said that."
Dana: "Wait - urgh. That is a horrible atttiude....Urgh Dana! I can't believe I just said that."
*laughing* R: "You talk to yourself a lot."
Dana: "That I do. That I do."
Girl in class: "Fetid! F - E - T - I - D" *mumbles to herself*
R: *Looks up* "Isn't that the first word you said?"
Dana: "....Oh my gosh it was! Yeah...fetid, putrid, repugnant, repulsive stagnant..."
R: "Do you know the alternative to saying 'the'? Because I keep saying the. It's a bit repetitive."
Dana: "Well you could just state the sentence without using 'the' or restructure it.."
A few attempts later...
R: "See? We have to keep using 'the'"
Dana: "I know!" *amidst a sudden bout of 'highness' causing stupidity, "Let's use the thesaurus and look up 'the'!"
R: *stares*
Dana: "Well, yes I know there's a very low possibility, although I will absolutely piss myself laughing if it is in here!" ...a few page flicks later... "Oh no... it's not here. Would have been funny though."

- that was english.

LOL. I can't think of anything else and I'm running out of time here... :)

until next time -

- deeh xox

Shortie

Today's blog will be a short one.

Today = good.

Really short blog.

Stress. Essay due tomorrow. Now 11:15 pm

Haven't started.

Still making notes.

Almost panicking.

Must stay awake until completed.

Don't have time for full sentences.

Caught up with old primamry school friends. REALLY COOL. AWESOME, EVEN.

GREAT.

MUST GO. BYE BYE.

Lorraine, I hope you feel better.

In a rush. Ok. Bye bye.

til' next time -

- deeh xox.

P.S no time for post-script. (lol, the irony)

The Era of Howard Has Ended

KEVIN 07.

Catchy.

Did anyone else catch the election on channel seven? I must say, I'm quite on the fence about this election. As you may come to know, I am a very indecisive person who likes to please everybody in some way ergo I dislike choosing sides for whatever circumstance it may be.

Firstly, I would like to begin with my complaints to remove this negativity from my system. We attended a party today and since it was election day, naturally we were sitting there before the TV watching it unblinkingly with great fervour and interest. Yet ta-da! A filo party, of course there must be the presence of some Karaoke. So there we are, it's like, ten minutes until Howard arrives at Wentworth Hotel to deliver his concede of defeat and last speech as Prime Minister of Australia and they're all like: "Karaoke tayo!" Honestly, the future of the country is about to be revealed, and is at stake, and all you want to do is sing Karaoke! Honestly! It's ludicrous. Politics, although not as entertaining as achieving 99 on Magic Sing, is by far more substantial. I was more interested in the Coalition on 56 and the ALP on 87 than any other numbers at that moment.

I was also quite disappointed that Labour won in my electorate of Chifley. I mean, the Liberal guy was filo! Yes, that is racially biased of me but that would have been highly interesting if Diaz was elected. I do have my pride in my background, I must say. Ok, I've completed my rant.

LIBERAL

Secondly, I would like to discuss the past eleven and a half years with Mr. John Howard. I have always been one for tadition, continuity and I've always disliked to some extent, change. I've always been loyal to what I've always known, unwilling to step beyond my comfort zone. I'm afraid that this ideology and certain tendency does extend to my perceptions on politics. To be honest, I was quite saddened to see Mr. Howard leave. One cannot deny, that he was a great Prime Minister and true leader. I really don't care if you think what I say it bullshit, I'm just expressing my opinion.

The thought of Chifley, reminded me of history when we were learning about Ben Chifley and his contribution to our country. Now let's think, fifty years from now children in school will be learning about the great Australian Prime ministers of the 21st century, and I bet they will be learning about John Howard and his great contribution to our country. Fifty years from now, children will learn about him hauling this country out of debt and carrying us forth into prosperity. Which is absolutely true. In his farewell speech, Howard spoke of the prosperity which he has brought this country and I couldn't agree more. The dignity in which accepted his defeat was entirely admirable and worthy of the leader of this great nation. I can honestly say that I respect him now more than ever, than I ever have since I four years old.

Think about it, Howard has brought us out of the debt of Whitlam, Hawke, Keating and other Labour governments. He has lifted our economy to become stronger than ever before - look at us! We're almost reaching the United States! We're approximately 6-10 cents from matching them dollar to dollar! Isn't that brilliant? Our unemployment rates are low, and his government has been in all sense of the word, liberal. Liberal, right wing, conservative. The Liberal Party and their frugal ways have led this country into power and prosperity. He and Bush are best friends, and our international ties couldn't be any greater.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't think Howard is perfect. I do disagree upon him kissing Bush's ass every now and then and ignorning the UN, heading straight off into Iraq. It's the Vietnam War all over again - pointless crap. That is something I will never condone, neither will I accept his IR Laws. Yet it is for the good of the economy. I am also disappointed in the broken promise of maintaining low interest rates - they've been rising ever since he's been re-elected! I am also conflicted about him and his less than vigilant adherence to the Kyoto Protocol or his refusal to apologise to the Aboriginal Population of Australia (Although I do thoroughly understand his WHY he hasn't, and I accept that being of a conservative party - an apology would be out of the question.) Lastly, his campaign this year wasn't at all of good quality. The advertisements flashing on our TV screens were transparent tactics and propganda. All he did was attempt to make the Unions look displeasing. Make your enemy look bad. It's the oldest trick in the book. Rudd's campaign on the contrary was very clever.

Needless to say, I am quite saddened to see him go. I've always been a Liberal supporter, to the point that I've briefly considered joining the MySpace group (That King's boy had NOTHING to dow with it Lorraine! ok, may be just a little.) An era has really and finally reached at its completion. I've grown up seeing that man on my TV screen since I was four, and to think that after 33 years of occupying the Benelong seat, he's been alas out-voted. I'll well, miss him, and to be honest I don't think Peter Costello would have done a bad job either. He's been an exceptional treasurer.

Ah, no more jokes on Rove.

Farewell Mr. Howard, and thank you.

LABOUR

Firstly I would like to congratulate Mr. Rudd on his "Emphatic" Victory. He had a simple and clever campaign that did appeal to the greater population greatly. During his acceptance speech, and first speech as the Prime Minister of this country Rudd stated that this was the time for many people to not vote Liberal. I would have been one of them, had I been eligible to vote. Three more years! I have always been partial to Liberal, yet this time I've been swaying towards Labour.

I appreciate and am appealed to what he offers and I think I'm somewhat welcome to change this time. I am very curious to see what Rudd does with this country. JUST DON'T F*CK UP OUR ECONOMY!! Now that I've got that off my chest, I am ready to welcome this new government and their "fresh ideas." I like Rudd because he's alas going to actually confront global warming and water. He promises to be a Prime Minister for EVERY Australian. Wheteher or not he apoligises to the Indingenous Population of Australia remains to be seen, however. If he does make a formal apology to the Aboriginal population, they're going to be demanding compensation which is why Howard didn't apologise. Maybe Rudd can pull something clever and bypass that for the good of the greater economy.

Rudd also appeals to the everyday Jo Blow from down the road. I believe that, that whole strip club thing didn't ruin his reputation or standing amongst Australians, yet enhanced it. That may sound bizarre, yet take this into consideration - he suddenly has become so much more down to earth because of it. The fact that he speaks fluent mandarin is another perk although I wasn't seduced by that. Every one think he's cool because he can speak mandarin however I am more attracted to the fact that he was a former diplomat - therefore I am not too concerned with the future state of our foreign affairs. I'm only interested in where our relationship with the Unites States will go. Whatever will happen to the buddy-buddy friendship of Johnnie and Georgie?

I look forward with much anticipation towards the future of politics. Tim is wholly Liberal and compares the situation to an athlete who is at their peak and winning constant gold medals, suddenly taking drugs. However, I perceive it more as an athlete who is at their peak and winning constant gold medals and being trained by a new coach. Australia is under new management. It's much like 'Remember the Titans.' Coach Yoates was a brilliant and exceptional coach who cultivated the TC. Williams football team into greatness. However when Coach Boone takes the reigns, it is with reluctance and recalcitrance. No one wants him there - yet look at the possibilities. The Titans achieved perfection.

Hopefully, Kevin Rudd will be our Coach Boone.

JUST DON'T SCREW OUR ECONOMY.

I'm placing my faith in you Mr. Kevin Rudd. Please don't disappoint me.

GOOD LUCK! I WISH YOU THE VERY BEST!

Quoting the some of the last words of John Howard: "This is a great democracy"

these are my thoughts for now.

Until next time -

- deeh. xox.

P.S LOL didn't you all laugh when Howard had to keep saying "Please, please, please, please" LOL. Aw. Gosh. No more eyebrow jokes.

Egao! (Smile!)

This was meant to be posted yesterday (Friday 23rd) yet my internet once again was being a pain in the neck, so instead I saved it on a word doc. to post here and now. So here we go:

I'm smiling and I don't know why.

I feel very content right now. I'm still experiencing the slight disbelief of the Straight-A's on my report. I guess I have received my retribution. AT LAST. I swear I worked my ass off, and I guess it's paying off. :D That and the power of music is extremely efficacious. I've had 'Dancing in the Moonglight' in my head for the past three days and I DON'T WANT it to go away, I want it to stay. It's my feel good song, so much to the point that I no longer swear as I wake up or vociferate som derogatory comment about the mundanities of life. Usually something like "Another day in the horrid mundane" or, "Damn I don't want to wake up/ I'm stressed" or more commonly: "My life is a voluminous pile of shit"

For the past few days, I've awoken, smiling. Or happy/content as it were. Listen to 'dancing in the moonlight' every morning and I'm happy. I was HUMMING in MATHS. IN MATHS. I was humming and smiling to myself IN MATHS. LIKE WHOA. I was even answering the questions and everything. Ah the power of music and toploader. It brings me to such a jovial place.

Complications with the opposite sex (aka boy problems) seem so trivial right now. I'm finally returning to reading, playing piano/guitar and writing because I want to write. THIS is who I am. It's great and although I am behind in English, I have time to catch up. I can do this. :D I'm listening to DITM right now, I feel so elated. aaaah.

LOL Dyz, you are my Asian Adonis magnet!!! And yet could you be more obvious!!? I swear so there we are on Wednesday traipsing across over to Westpoint from the Btown station and I see The Asian Adonis' best friend (we went to primary school together, I think he thought of himself as superior to me in some way. He was always that HK gangsta type - my apologies, I digress. Anyway!)so I witness him walking and I bow my head as I usually do when I walk, and we pass. All of a sudden I look up and there he is behind his friend breezing across, gliding above the bitumen like the Adonis-like supernaturally aesthetic being that he is. The shock caused my mind to lapse for about a second before I actually waved and said hi. To which he reciprocated of course. Or it kinda happened at the same time I don't know. According to Dyanne, he said hi first.

See? See? See what I'm reduced to? A babbling, bumbling, incoherent... ponce! There I was sitting with my sushi and Gloria Jeans going: "Did he seriously say hi first?" Urgh. deeh. SERIOUSLY. Thank you Dyanne for not whacking me over the head at that brief moment of feverish girlishness.

Anyhoo, as soon as I said hi - there you go Dyz snickering loudly as though you were Fred and George doing a number on Umbridge. Wait weird. Harry Potter references lol. Talk about obvious. The end of year ten has got me all ferhoodled, as the Amish say. Mark called us psychotic because we ran after traffic light buttons like children. Yes. I haven't done that since, like, year eight dude.

I love Jodi Picoult so much! If someone gets me one of her books for Christmas I would love them forever. It's somewhat reinforcing my desire to becoming a lawyer. I've just completed reading Plain Truth, it was brilliant and intriguing, especially when she delved in to Amish life with such an intricate detail.

I will go soon, I'm really tired. Today I went random and decided planning how to do my make up for the formal??? LOL. I've got about 4 shades of eyeshadow on, along with blue mascara and blue eyeliner. I personally think it looks awesome, as I chose colours that would specifically match my multi-tonal dress.

I'll go now. Thanks for your time.

until next time -

- deeh xox.

P.S I can play 'Only Hope' on piano now!

Last week and Pics from the Awesome-o party!!

My apoligies for not uploading!!! There's some photos from Lana's awesomeo party last week in my...ahem... compromising attire...Anyhoo, this was a post I intended to make last week but didn't have the time to upload it, let alone even finish it. Yet I wrote it last Saturday and I thought it would be an injustice to my peace of my mind if I excluded it. Besides, some very significant non-academic related matters transpired last week. So here's a post I wrote last Saturday, but had saved on a Word file in my computer:

Hello dear blogger, my apologies for not completing school certificate day 3/3 my internet was suffering severe dysfunctional complications and therefore blogging wasn’t an option. On that day, in a nutshell, school, party (watermelon and Tim Tams! Odd and apparently ‘orgasmic’ amalgamation of Nutella and rice crackers?) Computer skills exam - TEDIOUS!

The only significant events of the second half of this week happened beginning yesterday: Friday. It began with Dyanne, my lovely Dyanne catching the bus with me home. I thought to myself, how funny and unbelievably IRONIC would it be if the Asian Adonis made an appearance when she was with me. Now you must consider this piece of information: I haven’t seen him in 7 weeks. 7, so I resigned myself to the likely possibility that I wouldn’t see him much again, and communication between us would be scarce (ergo nothing between us will happen). Seven weeks. Yet funnily enough, yesterday, that day when I was going home to take a shower and slip on my cat woman outfit – my tight, leather pants. (URGH!) THAT DAY OF ALL DAYS, when Dyanne would be with me,

He came.

OH MY GOSH! The irony of such a coincidence. He is soooooooooo preeettttyyyy.......
This may sound odd, but I want to touch his hair. He’s got pantene add hair.

That's what I got up to. Pathetic. I became distracted thinking about his hair.

Urgh. deeh. Come on. Scroll back up for today's post.

School Certificate Day 2/3

What was that? Honestly the teachers gear you up and hype you up for nothing. The test was basic. What was I concerned about? Now I don't mean to be blase about the whole situation, but I guess I was expecting a little more. I was panicking about the maths exam previously, yet as I was completeing it I found myself wondering if this was seriously it. I'm very glad though.

You could tell I was suffering some form of paranoia before I entered the examination centre, evident by the fact that I was the only person in the whole grade that brought 3 calculators just in case they fail me. I didn't even need it that much and they never died. My maths teacher was laughing at me and my abundance in calculators. He had to check them before we entered the centre and when he had to check all three he was like: "Jeez, you got enough?" and other teachers were commenting "Wow, you're prepared for a breakdown" To which I laughed at as I walked through the door. It amazing though that brief moment dispelled all my stress. Clever man, he is, even though it was unintentional. Anyway, what was really funny was that Jelly saw me laugh as I enter the examination room and she became flustered thinking "How can she be laughing at a time like this?" Yes, right before a maths exam, I've never done that before.

I don't know, I should be feeling relieved but I don't think it has "hit" me yet. My school cert is almost over. I don't know what I feel, but I know for certain that there's no more dead weight of the need to study lingering over my mind. I only have the computer exam to do tomorrow - who needs to study for that?

I'm a little conflicted about Lana'as party on Friday...hmmm... well, you see. I have now completed my catwoman outfit. I mean it's exciting to dress up and all but I will somewhat resemble a prostitute in what I'm wearing so I will utilise my large jacket and a change of clothes. I'm not going to spend the entire night in that and then have my dad pick me up and see me in that!! NOOO WAY. The shirt isn't slutty or anything, it's just that - those faux leather pants are so tight! They cling to every curve. I can only be thankful that it's black so nothing is really obvious. But of course black is a very provocative colour. Especially with black boots on...eheh...oh goodness, I can't believe I'll be walking out of the house in that get up. Yet with my long tweed jacket of course. There is now way I'm going out of the house in... that... by itself. Tria said that the cat ears are kinky! They're not meant to be kinky! I don't want to look more like a beacon of fornication that I already do! Oh no...

LORRAINE. YOU HAD BETTER FEEL LOVED. I'M ONLY GOING LIKE THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND YOU WANT TO SEE THOSE LEATHER PANTS.

*shudder*

You know what. I think I might just go watch a movie. Yeah it's 10:20. I'll watch half of it and get to sleep early. Goodness knows I need it. Sigh. Now all I have to worry about is English...I need additional material!! Where am I going to get my second one??? Oh no!

K don't worry about it now.

Relax. Enjoy. Smile.

I've taken too much of your time, I'm afraid.

Thank you my loves, and until next time -

- deeh xox

School Certificate Day 1/3

This was meant to be yesterday's post, but my internet connectivity was fluctuating and I guess it didn't come through. It's a good thing I have it saved on my computer.

Yesterday's post:

Haaaaaaaaaaaah. Inhale. Exhale. Sigh.

Today was pretty good, I must say. The English paper was easy, the science wasn't hard, but I didn't have any qualms with it. It was alright. I wasn't very fond of the procedures though. They ticked me off quite a bit.

This isn't segue, but I want to say this. Hey Raz? I know this may sound incredibly inconsiderate, and I must apologise for asking this: Who are you? I'm sorry, it's just that I wish to thank you for your comment properly. Your comment was very uplifting and placed in a very enlightened mood. "Sisters before misters" Thanks! :D I know what you mean about me placing so much emphasis on academics. I guess it is because it's what I've established myself to be. I've always been known as "the smart girl" never really anything else. That has been my label, my identity amongst my social life. My friends do tell me time and time again that there is more to life and I do apparently have more things going for me, but I guess I don't listen much??

Actually, those question marks aren't needed. I know exactly why I don't seem to listen. It's just that I've seen so many intelligent people become snobbish, arrogant and condescending. THAT is one of my greatest fears. I acknowledge my intelligence but I don't want to acknowledge anything else because I don't want to seem arrogant or condescending. I hate the way people think that they're all that. The day I become up myself is the day I... I don't know, it's the day I lose myself.

Yet I know I must acknowledge the balance between respecting oneself and being conceited. I'm still trying to come to terms with that. Initially it was almost difficult for me to proclaim "He'll know what he's missing out on!" So openly because I didn't want to seem so conceited or "luvo."

I guess I place so much emphasis on what other people think of me because I don't trust myself to recognise changes within myself. I don't want to be arrogant. If I ever do seem arrogant, please someone tell me.

Oh and I'm sorry if I scared anyone with that slashing wrists comment. It's not an issue that should be treated so frivolously, forgive me. I watched 'click' the other day and the character of David Hasselhoff, said that line and it stuck with me. I guess because I know what it's like. I don't do it anymore (although it wasn't my wrists). Don't worry. I've been to counselling and the whole she-bang which allows me to speak of the issue so openly. I'm fine with discussing it and I'm never treading that dark and lonely path anymore. Never again. Thank you very much, again Raz. Really, I'm quite curious now, who are you?

Hmm, my corner of obsessions blog. Dark times, dark times. I don't blog there anymore, as I have closed that chapter of my life.

I should go now and study for math, geo and history. Those are the subjects I am most concerned about. Wish me luck! :D OH! My mum agreed to allow me to colour my hair when I cut it! I'm so excited! I haven't done something as that drastic to my hair in four years. I'm anticipate it very eagerly.

I'm so bummed that I won't be able to attend the Youth Mass! I'm in the choir and I was so stoked that I'd be able to read the scripture! I wanted to do it so bad! But we're going to Melbourne, that will be fun though. A bittersweet resolution, I guess.

OK! MUST STUDY! MUST STUDY!

Getting pumped. Not about maths though. Meh, whatever it must be done. After tomorrow I will be sick with relief.

kk study deeh.

Oh wait! Yeah. LOL, when Lorraine, Jess and Bianca heard about hip-boy's "I'm a playa kind-of guy" comment, their simultaneous reaction was "WHERE DOES HE LIVE!" I love my friends. They're so funny. Jess thinks he's absolutely not suited for me, lol. Honestly I want to remove my resentment, I'm still a little miffed but I don't want to be. I want to move on. I want to be passed this. I want to be comfortable with him (well I obviously was last weekend! lol) there is some tension between us. I just want things to return to normal. No more hard feelings. I want to smile! :D

Ok. Time to study! Ah so many things on my mind.

Until next time, my loves -

- deeh xox. :D

School Certificate.

The English paper is AN ABSOLUTE TRAVESTY.

TRAVESTY.

A LAUGHABLE TRAVESTY. I ventured off to the bored, ahem sorry - BOARD of studies website to do practice English papers. Um, hello? Why is that multiple choice so bloody simple! That's basic comprehension! That isn't an English exam. That's a laughable travesty. We're not simpletons you jackasses! I must digress. I'm used to writing an average of 18 pages per exam, so I'm alright with that. Maybe I should just concentrate on the writing task. I should study, I can't be acquiring deplorable habits now. I'm doing my English HSC next year!

OK. I'm over it.

What I'm not over though is my parents. They full put all this pressure on me to study and do well, and just when I'm at the point of degrading my health to do so they turn around and be concerned. Oh yeah. RIGHT. My school cert is in less than two fucking days, they say they're concerned about me and my future - THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT MY SCHOOL CERT WAS ON! "Oh already?" Yes already! So instead of studying, what do I spend my weekend doing?? Cleaning the bloody house! She cleaned my room. NO ONE TOUCHES MY ROOM. NO ONE. I don't know how many times I have to stress this to them. NO ONE. I swear and now that she completely rearranged the contents of my room, I have no idea where all my study notes have gone, or the passed papers I have or my study book! THANKS. GREAT HELP. I'll go to the bathroom and slash my wrists! GOSH!

Thanks for helping me study for my school certificate! Like hell I'm going to write all those notes up again. That took me over a week. LIKE HELL. Jeez, now I have to spen even more time looking for them. What a waste.

On to other matters. I'm kind of getting over hip-boy now. I need to move on with my life, focus on things that distract me. AKA. School Cert, formal and buying a top for my catwoman outfit. Man I got close to actually getting somewhere. Ah well. There's always one's imagination. I wouldn't be a teenager if I didn't engage in some unscrupulous activity.

I don't know, can't think of anything else to write. If there's a female version of "bros before hoes" then someone please tell me.

SHIMATTA! NEMURI DAYO!

Don't know what else to write. I'll catch ya later.

Until next time -

- deeh. xox

PS. I'LL MAKE HIM SEE WHAT HE'S MISISNG OUT ON!!!!! LOL. I'm not gonna be depressed about this, honestly. Independent women!! :D

Feminism

I am not a conquest!

Oooft. Lana will be disappointed. Ah well. I'm consumed by this overhwleming sense of righteous indignation. I feel so very feminist right now. What I don't understand is why guys have to show off to each other. Pretentious gits. I don't see how endeavouring on the most conquests, and perceiving women as conquests is considered to be 'cool' in their social hierarchy. It's NOT HOT.

So what happened is, is that I was very straightforward about it. I am actually surprised, and am really marveling at my audacity and alacrity to jump straight into the situation. I sat with him and initiated the conversation straight up. Sure it was awkward, sure it was uncomfortable and sure I didn't want to do it but it was necessary. I know that the 'me' of last year would never have done it. So I'm quite proud of myself for doing that straight up. I'm saying straight up a lot. I should stop.

I was a littled miffed at first but now that I've had time to think about it and calm down I've come to realise that the male teenage mind is an intriguing dichotomy. On one hand you have how they are when they are with girls, and on the contrary you have how they are when they're with just the guys. We had a civil conversation and I'm glad the he's appropriate enough with a respectable sense of propriety to respect me for the way I handled the situation. The feeling is mutual though, I still respect the guy. Thank you, I didn't think I handled that with the best of my ability so yeah, it's good it turned out well though. I'm not as pissed as before. We came to a mutual understanding that it was a random hook up that didn't mean anything.

ROFLMAO. Random. Hook up.

THIS IS SO UN-DEEH. Who would have ever thought that the studious, nerdy, sheltered deeh would involve herself with a random hook up. IT'S UNHEARD OF. IT'S INCONGRUOUS, YOU DON'T HAVE MY NAME AND 'RANDOM HOOK UP' IN THE SAME SENTENCE! WOW it's like some bizarre adolescent right of passage. Bizarre. It was nice while it lasted though. What I don't understand is why he had to be all, smug about it later with the guys when I wasn't there. I wouldn't say behind my back because that is just bitchy but honestly, guys! Come on, get it through your heads. Girls don't like playas, its not a desirable trait. You call yourself a player, ok thank you dear brother for your honesty - but ok that just makes me feel like some meaningless conquest.

I AM NOT A CONQUEST.

I know I have potential, I know I am a person, a woman who deserves to be treated like an individual. I will not be considered as a prize. I ain't gonna be played, honey. OH EW! 'ain't' I used the word 'ain't' Oh yuck! Illiteracy, illiteracy, I'm turning illiterate! No. Ok. Just calm down deeh. Well, I'm getting all glammed up for the formal, I think I'll look pretty good. So I'll make sure he sees a picture because I actually considered taking him! Just so he can see what he's missing out on! You just let your jaw drop, honey.

Ah my apologies. I'm PMS-ing. I respect him. I'm not mad at him... surprisingly. Just miffed. I'll be over it by tomorrow. To be honest, I didn't get my hopes up. I actually expected this. So it isn't so bad. To think I felt GUILTY for still harbouring feelings for the Asian Adonis. (Grey cardigan, glasses, bookstore... oh gosh that fantasy Dyanne). HERESY. Omg he's so pretty...

RETURNING TO THE MATTER AT HAND.

He saw an opportunity and he took it, can't blame him for that I guess. It's actually somewhat flattering that I can actually be NOTICED by the opposite sex. Well, in the words of my wonderful Lorraine, if he can't see what's in front of him (If he asked me out I would actually have said yes)then it sucks to be him. HE'S missing out. I'll be content with that. It was nice while it lasted, and now it's gone. Oh well. MEH. Every 16 year old male thinks that all the ladies want him. We have to accomodate for that lapse in judgment I suppose.

On a happier note I MANAGED TO SOMEWHAT INSULT GRUMBLE TODAY!!! YAAAAY! Egotistical Arse. I told him in regards to his quip about coffee, "Unlike you I don't need to stunt my growth" I'm rather proud of myself for producing that on the spot. I should really practice this witty sarcasm business. He's the perfect one to do it with.


There's various positive things that have come from my experiences today. I can study for school cert without any distraction!!! WOOO! I can study in peace!! YAY! PEACE OF MIND! YAY!

I don't like being considered as a Random 'romp' though. I'm the type of girl that wants, you know, all or nothing. Kind of makes me feel cheap. That's a horrible thought though. The day I become an undignified harlot, is the day I become cheap. Which will never happen. Forgive me if I sound self-righteous right now but its better than wallowing in ridiculous self-pity.

Girls experience their period which makes them susceptible to idiocy only about one week every month. Guys have an extra appendage which makes them susceptible to idiocy and juvenile immaturity for 24 hours, 7 days a week and 52 weeks of the year.

There. I am justified. Time to sleep and improve my health for school cert week.

Disbelief *shaking head*

I can't believe I did it again! I'm so ludircous, this is incredibly stupid. Oh jeez I'm so stupid its laughable. How laughable, if I recorded myself doing what I did, you'd laugh too. What am I talking about you ask? OK. Here's my epic tale of madness:

Actually wait, you know what, just because I feel like it, I'm going to tell this story as I do with my other stories: in prose form. Yup, I'm going to write this as though it were a story I'm writing - simply because its fun. Ok? yes. Ok. Cool.

I checked the clock, concerned about the time and my unscrupulous allocation of it. Deciding I couldn't care less, yet being my structured self, I absent-mindedly set my phone alarm to exactly one hour and two minutes proceeding. I lay my head down onto the large and worn couch, and cast from my mind any concern that threatened to impede the zen I needed to create. As slumber crept upon my senses it deviously seized my limbs and soon my appendages felt like a tonne of cement. My eyes drifted shut and the world washed away...

My eyes snapped open. The dream-like delirium fled from my senses instantly. I jolted upwards, shaken with absolute fear as I spied the pre-dawn light streaking through the window, preternaturally filtered through the whisp of curtin. If this were any other occasion, I would have stopped and admired the sensuality of it, however this was not such an occasion. I cursed loudly and sprang upright, wondering frantically the excuses I could produce for not completeing the abundance of homework I promised to complete tonight. Impatiently I yanked up my sleeve and checked my watch.

A quarter to seven.

Suffering a wild paroxysm, my brain fizzled out into an eletric fit of spasms, worry shocking my mind like twitching cockroach legs. A quarter to seven, a quarter to seven in the morning! WHY DID ANYONE NOT WAKE ME? My bus was to come in fifteen minutes! Panic seized my entire being and forced me to move. Move. Move. Move! I ran upstairs, screaming. It's a quarter to seven, I need to move, I need an excuse, I need to do my homework. Priority: Catch that bus! As I bounded up the stairs, three at a time, the sound of the TV halted me.

Neighbours was on TV.

The epiphany suddenly slammed into my brain. It was like Optus Prime in truck form barraging straight into Megatron. It was not pre-dawn light that I had spied through the window - it was pre-sunset. It was dusk. It was night! Alleluia! Relief coursed through me like the sleep that grasped me just a few hours before. I was delirious with relief as a lazy grin washed over my face. Retrieving the bits of dignity that I had unprohibitedly splattered across the floor a few minutes earlier, I inconscpicuously crept down the stairs and back to my beloved couch. Sick with relief, I lay down to fall asleep once more. If only that were reality. Mum and Pa came through the door, shouting sbout eating dinner. I didn't think I'd be able to eat after the noodlebox yesterday, but I was hungry.
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Yeah. That's the long version of it.

LOL the busbays was funny today. Ah Stef, I love her she's so funny. I sat with her at the busbays today and we were having some nice conversation, and then the guys rocked up with a very enthusiastic hello. Stef's eyebrows raised suddenly with a suggestive curve. Michael asked me if I was attending the diocesan free breakfast on saturday, simply referring to it as "Saturday." To which Stef replied, "Oooh, what's happening on Saturday Dana?" With that suggestive smirk of hers. Ah she's so speculative, that girl. She's so funny. It was nice having a conversation with them though.

What else? I need more sleep. Have heaps of homework though, don't want to go to school tomorrow.

I love my cardigan. :D

Yes I'm very random.

I better go now, So You Think You Can Dance is almost over (Who came up with such a long title?).

I need to do my homework.

Abundant in noodles! Crab! Chicken! Beef! Teriyaki and Green thingos!

*cough* Bok Choy Dyanne *cough*

Emotion:

Whoever deemed it humanly possible to consume that noodle box in one sitting was either:

a) A teenage male

b) A bottomless pit

c) A large man

d) An insatiably ravenous male

or e) Obviously not female

Ouch. I feel like I've eaten a cow. I feel about as lazy as one too. LOL dyz, your posts are so funny. THE DANA-SYNDROME SHALL CONQUER US ALL!!! BWAHAHAHA - ! TECHNO DANCE INFERNO! well. Mine was rather rigid actually. I don't know what to say right now. Hmm... I want to sleep, but can't. Doing elective history, all sense of grammatical correctness flown from my psyche. Tired. Fell asleep in food court and now have a faint watch mark imbedded into the side of my face. Abundant in hokien noodles. Can't write full sentences. Can't think them either.

MEH.

Still full.

I want to sleep. Blissful oblivion. Very desirable. Still thinking of hip-boy and possible events that could occur. Still remember gentleness of his touch.(I hear you AAAAAAAAAAAAAWW Lorraine/Dyanne) Oddly flattered. Elation. Smile. Feel special. Meh. Thank you for the lecture Lorraine via dyz, who sprouted it out very quickly. Reminded me of an auctioneer. ROFLMAO.

Satiated. Still full. Want to read Anne Rice. Haven't read Anne Rice since year 9. Must read again. She's awesome.

Feel like falling asleep on keyboard.

Meh. I'm still full. Stomach expanded. Won't eat for a week. That's it. Next week is coffee and sushi. Sounds like an odd amalgamation. That's because it is. I'm obviously not having them together.

MUST STUDY for school cert.... can't be f**ked. Do it tomorrow.

Meh. Must write essay. CBF. Do it tomorrow.

Want coke. OMG Tim did Tokyo drift in Westpoint Carpark. AWESOME. Must finish website. - yer.

We're such sexual deviants.

Yer. We get that. LOL.

Non-Procrastination - efficiency!

What did you say?? Non-Procrastination? Do me eyes betray me?

No. They don't. I'm working efficiently! wohoo!! I've finally finished one analysis! Yay! One and a half to go! I can't believe I actually finished it! :D I'm so happy!

You know what else has got me happy?

I BOUGHT MY FORMAL SHOES!! And they're SOOOOOOOOOO pretty!! THEY ARE SOOO PRETTY. I LOVE SHOPPING WITH MY DAD!! He even bought the bag to match! Ah bless him. He's sofa-king awesome. I can't stop looking at them! I don't want to take them off! I love the bling! They have massive bling! YaY! I'm so excited!

kk. I need to sign out and do maths homework.

I want to add a pic to this.



until next time -

- deeh xox

P.S LOL. I just realised I used the name of the Melbourne Cup winner in here. Efficient!

Display of Trust?

I just realised, that whole lying down, head on abdomen, entwined finger holding hands thing was quite a large display of trust. If you think about it. Or it quite heavily conveyed the message of, I'm so comfortable with you right now...?

huh???

meh. I don't know.

My head is all screwy.

Using BASE LANGUAGE!! NOOOO!!

I'm going out of my mind.

Until next time - (which will be soon)

- deeh xox.

Retrospect.

Today passed with a distinct, whirling blur. My mind has simply been occupied with the events that transpired over the weekend. They have left me confused about my feelings and uncertain about the precarious future that may unfold before me. At times I have no intention of releasing or "letting go" of my previous emotions for 'The Asian Adonis' so to speak and after 14 billion years of existence life is still trying to be accustomed to getting things right. Perhaps this may be one of those rare occasions, or opportunities that indeed present themselves. No doubt I've been secretly wishing for something like this to happen and the timing is far too uncanny and blatant for someone as gullible and as dense as I to ignore or flit away as a passing fancy. (Which it could well indeed be)However in my current state of absolute confusion and disconcertment I concede that my feelings for the Asian Adonis have indeed mollified. For once, things are actually seeming optimistic for this emerging flower bud. I don't know what I feel exactly for the newly dubbed 'hip-boy' hmm. Uncertainty is something I do not experience often and I think that despite the fact that I HATE it, it is somewhat exhilerating. The prospect of the unknown. Sailing amongst new waters, adventure, challenge. I do love challenges, I'll approach this how it is then.

Hilariously enough though, Lana and Lorraine are beaming with pride, as their little Dana is growing up. I am so inexperienced in this area. Ah well, you learn something new everyday. Being liked, is such a unique feeling. I feel oddly... special. I don't know it's weird. Here I go again, utilising single-syllabled adjectives. It's eccentric? No, that's catachresis, hmm it is a enveloping feeling. One I can honestly say, that I am not accustomed to. In other words, I know that I've been liked before but I've never been aware of that type of information as it was currently... progressing. No that's an insufficient word, that implies advancement, hmm as they are currently occuring, transpiring, happening, taking place, whatever - you get my point. I think I'm being incredibly incoherent, my apologies. As I said, I'm confused.

On the contrary, this could just be a one time thing. You think? I mean if you consider this from various angles and in retrospect, it was a party environment and things happen at night. These things happen at parties, it doesn't necessarily indicate a follow up. I don't know, I'll see what happens this Friday...I await with eager anticipation. Will this be taken further, or remain stagnant as it is? Hooking up doesn't necessarily imply any strings attached. I don't know, I don't like getting hopeful. That is cynical, but whenever I do, they always seem to be crushed. It's all in his hands now. OH MY GOSH THAT WAS AN UNINTENTIONAL PUN! That was so funny it deserved captialization.

Ah Lorraine, I can easily depict you berating me right now and my lacking sense of self-worth. I don't know, I've always seen myself as always the guy's friend, never the girlfriend. Guys simply don't like me that way. Ok, I'm heading on the one way path to self pity. Yes Lorraine, I see you glaring at me now reiterating things about science table conversations. Although what you say may be true however, I haven't seen any evidence of such speculation. Gah! I need a self-confidence boost. For goodness sake Dana grow up!

Ha speaking to myself in third person.

All right, on to today's events (Alas!) Along with my special group of friends, I gathered the courage and told my mum about this. Like hell I'm telling my dad. As if! Although I skimmed over the detail. I need to think about this intelligently and rationally, we'll see what will happen this Friday, I need to know if his intentions are realised. Does he even like me though? Oh Gosh Dana, the answer to that question is pretty obvious. I was bloody smacked in the head with the answer, and you still ask the question. Jeez deeh stop being so dense.

Didn't have swimming today. (So un-segue!)

I'll stop writing now, I have homework to complete. Human interaction is such a complex thing. I wish he'd just say something, I need to know what happened there. I'm so uncertain. Oh gosh what'll happen when I get on the bus? The guys will be there causing a mortifying scene.

Gotta keep a tight upper lip though. I'm really happy, one of my fics received another review today!

Until next time - (which I anticipate will be quite soon)

- deeh xox

PS. Dyz, you crack me up so much, and I do understand what you mean about the whole, turning your story into a fanfic. I totally get that a lot, I feel your frustration.

CONFUZZLED.

I AM SOFA-KING CONFUSED RIGHT NOW.

This post will be really short. I just really need to voice this, to someone anyone I don't really care. Yet seeing as I can't do that I'll type it out here.

I need to talk to someone immediately.

I need to talk to my best girlfriends!!!!

I'M SO CONFUSED AND THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN A LOT. I DON'T HAVE EXPERIENCE IN THIS AREA.

THIS ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN READ, ABSORB AND MEMORISE IN A BLOODY BOOK!!!

BLOODY HELL.

I'M SO CONFUSED!!

I can't wait until tomorrow~!! I must speak with someone! I must vent this!

sigh...

I'm gonna Blog this!

Yes Dyanne, I'm so emo. NOT!

LOL. Today was good. Very good. Oh goodness, what is happening to me? Am I now reduced to utilising single-syllabled adjectives? Hmm, today was eventful and enlightening. That's better.

The morning was alright I guess, I had to run for the train today, once again. Good thing I wasn't feeling particularly lazy today. In my free I committed myself to attempting to complete my science homework, but then of course I became distracted by tetris which then it turn became Sushi Go-round. Oh my gosh how FUN is that game?? It's awesome. Maths was...eventful. But I can only be satisfied with the outcomes of that lesson. I PASSED MY MATHS TEST. ZOMG!! I know, that's nothing to celebrate. It's appalling that I should be thinking such a thing, and rejoicing in the fact that I JUST passed, however this is mathematics and that was a LUDICROUSLY difficult advanced exam. I'm happy, and my non-calaculator marks have improved.

I received good marks in geography. 92% can't ask for more than that. I hate geography, so thats nnniiiiccceee. Erm, the most ironically eventful thing that really happened today was after school. Went "hanging" with Dyanne and co. at Westpoint foodcourt. I had sushi! This is such a sushi day for me, but its healthy, so yeh. I also had a Tim Tam Gloria Jeans thingo. That was nice, despite my clumsiness with the cup and straw. LOL we were discussing him (I should have a code name for him. I'm deliberating 'sex-on-legs' and 'Adonis' both suggested by Dyanne by the way - I think I'll go for Adonis. Sex-on-legs sounds rather compromising) and Dyanne, seriously, the way you express things just cracks me up. Such as a friend not finding him all that attractive. To which Dyanne of course replied "I'M SERIOUSLY QUESTIONING YOUR SEXUALITY RIGHT NOW" Or how we were discussing having him as a boyfriend, and Dyanne stating that she probably wouldn't want to be his girlfriend because you'd feel very inferior standing there next to a GOD. ROFLMAO. A GOD. ADONIS. In fact yes 'The Asian Adonis' hmm, that could actually be his "code-name" now.

What was hilarious though, was Jill's book. Well, it wasn't hers but she had it. I forgot what it was called. She said it was 'kinky.' Girl, that book wasn't kinky, that hit straight passed kinky and landed at... I don't know...lyrical pornography? Porn of the mind? Ok, yes it was passionate and erotic but...there were lines there that just ruined the passion and supposed sensuality of the text. It degraded the class of it. I could say today was full of sexual explanations, such as a reuqest for me in science to articulate what an um, orgasm was to Lisa who I must admit is VERY naive in that respect. Then I had to explain all the sexual innuendos, lingo double entendre to Jess, who is UNBELIEVEABLY INNOCENT. So much so to the point that you would think that she's never been exposed to the internet or television.

My, my corrupting innocent minds is fun.

Oh and Jelly's hair was cut by a lawn mower. ROFLMAO!!!!!

An Dyanne finally knows who Mr. Melon is. See I already gave a code name to Mr. English Tea. I think that English Tea is more appropriate for him actually. But The Asian Adonis, who has acquired a title with "THE" as a prefix due to his undeniable hotness has a code name with suits him perfectly.

Ah I must take my leave, and go on the kinokuniya website to see if they have 'graveyard of fireflies' so I can use it for an additional material text.

Ah.... trials and tribulations.

Until next time -

- deeh <3 xox