So, at the request of a certain someone, I am writing another blog
...
...I LIKE PONIES
:D
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
ejfndkgv (cant be bothered thinking of a title :D)
So...these last couple of weeks...almost a month, actually..and I've come to realise that for some reason, I really dislike being around drunk people. Which isn't so good, especially with the group of people I hang around with (no offense guys :D). I don't even know why, maybe because even though I act like an idiot, I'm actually a sensible person at heart, and those instincts tend to kick in when I'm at a party. It's probably the way I've been brought up, under fairly strict parents. Whenever I see random drunk people in the streets I stereotype harshly and look at them with disgust, knowing they'll probably throw up the whole night, wake up with a raging headache, and not remember anything the next day. I'm not saying I'm gonna give up drinking cos I'm not, I just always feel out of place and left out when everyone else around me is either drunk or pretending to be drunk. There are also many things that happen which people regret the following day, and which I'd much rather forget about, whivh makes me wonder why they do it in the first place. But I know that if I don't go hang out with everyone, I'm gonna sit at home and feel lonely, and be full of thoughts that people will start disliking me and stop talking to me and inviting me to things cos they think I'm boring. I know I'm probably just being paranoid, but sometimes I just can't help it....
On a completely different note, I have decided on a few New Year's resolutions, which I am going to post here because I'll probably forget them :D Firstly, I want to get fit. Or at least slightly fitter. I'll try and exercise every day, even thought I probably won't...but I'll try anyway. I have no excuse not to, so hopefully that will be motivation enough.....
Secondly, even though I stole this one from someone else on the internet, I'm going to try and draw everyday or most days. One thing I really missed during Year 12 was the freedom to draw and do art that I actually wanted to do...instead of being told by my teacher. Even though I've had no school for a while now, I still haven't got back into it which is bad because I always get these massive cravings to draw, but I don't cos I'm afraid at how bad I've become....but I really really wanna try and get back into it. As it's one of the main ways I express myself, plus it's just fun :D (wow I wrote more than I expected...I'll stop now ^____^)
.....except....I really miss you. :'''''(. Please come back to me alive and well on Thursday :'''''(
On a completely different note, I have decided on a few New Year's resolutions, which I am going to post here because I'll probably forget them :D Firstly, I want to get fit. Or at least slightly fitter. I'll try and exercise every day, even thought I probably won't...but I'll try anyway. I have no excuse not to, so hopefully that will be motivation enough.....
Secondly, even though I stole this one from someone else on the internet, I'm going to try and draw everyday or most days. One thing I really missed during Year 12 was the freedom to draw and do art that I actually wanted to do...instead of being told by my teacher. Even though I've had no school for a while now, I still haven't got back into it which is bad because I always get these massive cravings to draw, but I don't cos I'm afraid at how bad I've become....but I really really wanna try and get back into it. As it's one of the main ways I express myself, plus it's just fun :D (wow I wrote more than I expected...I'll stop now ^____^)
.....except....I really miss you. :'''''(. Please come back to me alive and well on Thursday :'''''(
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I'm jealous of your ability to make friends so fast. Even though there's many things I would change about myself, one of the main ones is that I wish I could talk to people more. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my close friends now, but I just want to get to know new people as it seems as though everyone else is doing now. I wish I could start conversations with people I don't often talk to without feeling like I'm annoying them. For some reason I have this assumption that if people don't talk to me, it means they musn't want to get to know me, so instead I just don't bother them. Especially now that year 12's over and I'm not seeing people as much as I used to, I get more lonely, but I'm too scared and nervous to start conversations with different people. Man, am I screwed for uni next year :/
Saturday, November 13, 2010
:S
To my friends who are currently in long-term relationships: don't break up anytime soon (preferably not at all). Cos I honestly couldn't stand the worry right now. I worry if I'm not doing enough to help, I worry if she's okay which I know she's most definitely not, and I worry if she's ever going to get better...I wish I could do more to help but I know there's nothing I can do...and I'm so bad in these situations that I wish I was a different person, one who could help and make people feel better...know what the right things to say are, the right things to do....I just wish she'd be happy again, without him...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Classics
This is probably a little late, but anyone wanting to study Oedipus that involves some light humour, go to this website:
http://www.shmoop.com/oedipus-the-king/symbolism-imagery.html
One example from it is this:
Stop us if you've heard this one before: guy walks into a bar, meets Han Solo, almost macks on his sister, steps up to save a galaxy, and finds out by the end of the second movie that his greatest enemy is *gasp* his father! Well, it's a familiar tale, not just for all moviegoers post-1977 – but also for all theatergoers after, say, 429 B.C.
Take out that bit about Han Solo (and also, maybe the bar), and change sister to mother and you've got the bare bones of Sophocles's Oedipus the King: guy gets chosen as the One to battle evil (sadly, not a host of stormtroopers; Sophocles goes with a plague caused by the evil presence of a murderer in Thebes), macks on his mother, and finds out that he himself was his father's killer without even knowing it.
Heh...university students are funny....^___^
http://www.shmoop.com/oedipus-the-king/symbolism-imagery.html
One example from it is this:
Stop us if you've heard this one before: guy walks into a bar, meets Han Solo, almost macks on his sister, steps up to save a galaxy, and finds out by the end of the second movie that his greatest enemy is *gasp* his father! Well, it's a familiar tale, not just for all moviegoers post-1977 – but also for all theatergoers after, say, 429 B.C.
Take out that bit about Han Solo (and also, maybe the bar), and change sister to mother and you've got the bare bones of Sophocles's Oedipus the King: guy gets chosen as the One to battle evil (sadly, not a host of stormtroopers; Sophocles goes with a plague caused by the evil presence of a murderer in Thebes), macks on his mother, and finds out that he himself was his father's killer without even knowing it.
Heh...university students are funny....^___^
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Stuff I hate #1
Everyone seems to be doing a 'things I hate' or 'unknown stuff about me' blog, so being my conformist self I decided to do one too. Now this is but one of my *many* hates, but I am positive there will be more to come.
One of the things I absolutely hate above most other things is sluts. I think they should all go die in a hole, for the better of society. Now I'm mainly talking about the really bad sluts, the stereotypical ones who cake their faces in makeup and bleach their hair blonde, but I dislike all in general. So in other words, I dislike about 90% of the world's population of teenage girls. But the reasons I hate sluts are quite obvious, they are snobby, they think they are better than everyone else, judging everyone else. They deliberately try and cake their faces in makeup and wear the smallest amount of clothing possible to attract the attention of guys. And lets face it, if a guy is only attracted to you because of what you look like, then he's obviously not worth it. And the way they just strut around, in their way too short skirts and way too tight tops, it just....djhgfrujghj. Why would you do that to yourself? Don't they have any sense of pride, or dignity? Instead of selling themselves out to guys maybe they should focus on putting more clothes back on.......-sigh- I'm afraid I just don't understand the mechanism of their brains...if they even have any...
Take an example. In the city last night, I saw sluts galore. Seriously, there must have been a factory making them and they were just walking out like whores. I must fidn this factory and destroy it. But there was one girl who was especially horrible. She wore this dress that you could barely call a dress, as you could see more flesh than actual material. And she was UGLY. I swear she had so much makeup on she looked as though she'd had plastic surgery (another one of my hates, more on that later :D)I could go on for longer, but I won't.
I will never understand them. Were they brought up like that? Maybe it's the cause of the media or role models such as Kesha who make girls act this way...I'll never know. But what I do know is that the world will never be peaceful until all sluts lie drowning in a volcano. Or some other such death :D
One of the things I absolutely hate above most other things is sluts. I think they should all go die in a hole, for the better of society. Now I'm mainly talking about the really bad sluts, the stereotypical ones who cake their faces in makeup and bleach their hair blonde, but I dislike all in general. So in other words, I dislike about 90% of the world's population of teenage girls. But the reasons I hate sluts are quite obvious, they are snobby, they think they are better than everyone else, judging everyone else. They deliberately try and cake their faces in makeup and wear the smallest amount of clothing possible to attract the attention of guys. And lets face it, if a guy is only attracted to you because of what you look like, then he's obviously not worth it. And the way they just strut around, in their way too short skirts and way too tight tops, it just....djhgfrujghj. Why would you do that to yourself? Don't they have any sense of pride, or dignity? Instead of selling themselves out to guys maybe they should focus on putting more clothes back on.......-sigh- I'm afraid I just don't understand the mechanism of their brains...if they even have any...
Take an example. In the city last night, I saw sluts galore. Seriously, there must have been a factory making them and they were just walking out like whores. I must fidn this factory and destroy it. But there was one girl who was especially horrible. She wore this dress that you could barely call a dress, as you could see more flesh than actual material. And she was UGLY. I swear she had so much makeup on she looked as though she'd had plastic surgery (another one of my hates, more on that later :D)I could go on for longer, but I won't.
I will never understand them. Were they brought up like that? Maybe it's the cause of the media or role models such as Kesha who make girls act this way...I'll never know. But what I do know is that the world will never be peaceful until all sluts lie drowning in a volcano. Or some other such death :D
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