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.