I Love Pistacios=[[

Over the last few months I have gained a liking toward the little seed. In fact, I have a whole box full of the shells (Yep, I now collect pistacio shells along with sugar sachets, but more about that later).
Maybe it's because it actually gives my hands (and sometimes teeth) something to do. And the shells are deliciously salty. The shells? Yes, you must of course suck them before you break the little suckers open.

It is with great regret to inform you that the bowl in front og me is now empty, save for the shells. I know there are pistacios at sundry locations around my room, I shall seek them out later.

So, I suppose you are wondering why the heck I decided to dedicate an entire post to my love of pistacios?
Well because I am very distressed. Pistacios are a coping method.
or maybe I am just not normal.

But anyway, my poor poor garath may not make it!
Damn holidays!
I put him outside for a week; We had to go away on mega fun caravaning holiday (more about that later also).

It din't rain, and got very hot.

I am very distressed, he must survive!

New Years Resolutions.

So it's that time of year again, where we drag ourselves out of bed (maybe) and all the promises we made to ourselves last night die much more quickly than the throbbing pain coming from our heads. Yes, new years resolutions are a pain in the arse. So whatever you made yourself promise to do during the obligatory New Year smooch fest (I got got 3-4 times), how is it faring the morning after?

This year, I made a very simple on with my best friend: Alcohol, Parties and Boys. Sounds simple, achievable and guilt free. Of course it does entail greater expectations than 2008 after new years resolutions.
Last year it was simple; Kiss as many boys as possible (well I'm sure it would have counted with girls as well, but as far as I know I'm straight...). My mother's loopy friend Leanne between sips of whatever alcoholic drink tasted good at the time declared this our competition of the year.

I was beaten, disasterously. 5-1. It was very disappointing. I think I may have to put a little more effort in this year. it is just that Mel has a much greater tendency to get with various males, they all lover her. i am doomed to spend the rest of my existance with unrequited love, crying everywhere when the walk past whilst I am at work. Silly males.

So back to the subject my *Actual* New year's resolution last year, given to me and Mel by mother's other not-quite-so loopy friend was:

"Always follow your heart and stay true to yourself"

So I wonder how well I achieved that. I suppose I did. I have been myslef most of this year, I've done things on a whim and tried hard in more places than just schoolwork (which I was awesomely nerdy at=]). I think starting my film making *career* counts, as does starting going to Youth Group, Starting not going to Youth Group, My music, and accepting who I am.

I wonder how well mel achieved that resolution? Her 2008 was not a good year, but perhaps she is satisfied which what she achieved. Probably not, but 2009 will be a great year I hope, for both of us (Alcohol, paries and boys!) haha.

So moving away from the mushiness, how did everyone go on their 2008 resolutions?
What are they for 2009? Or are they all doomed?

I decided I would remember to water my plant. I shall be right back.

...

My plant is doing great. I've messed up his phototropisms though.
Nerdtalk. Google it.


Well good luck with all the resoluions. Mine never last so may you do better than me!

The Epic Blog

A Belated Merry Christmas and a happy 2009 to all my avid readers.

And to you my blog, for making it this far.

Updates in my world:

Romy has returned form her Japanese trip, so we decided to have a party. It was rather awkward however when there were random aquaintences and boyfriends turning up. It resulted in a somewhat pissed off Romy, an orgy-fest in the pool, and nighmarish results of sugar mixing with squirty cream and silly sdtring. Thankfully I didn't have to clean it up:)
So we all escaped into the house, watched a slideshow, then played many hours of Buzz, which I am the king of.

Our next little shindig will go better though, less randoms, more party games i think. Yes, we are all hardcore.


For christmas I scored a little camcorder. It was excellent:) I have so far only filmed Christmas day/night, boxing day, another social gathering, and new years eve. So mostly my parents drinking alcohol (my father has a new 1 litre beer mug...).
So i get to edit all of that along with my other film expeditions.

On the subject of drinking parents, it is really quite sad really. Last night, after working all day, I was up till 2:45 or so, I was falling asleep in my chair (and no, I wasn't drunk, I was plesantly sober) so I went to bed. My parents and Co. didn't make their way to their rooms till the later half of 4 am.

It worries me at times. I don't think they are alcoholics, just social...
I just think it is sad that they can outdo me every time:S

Well I shall be back shortly, so until then, stay strong with the New Years resolutions, keep taking the painkillers, and have a great new year:)

I think I'll just give up right now.

Isn't it great being a teenage girl.
With emotions?
I know, you're all very jealous.
Or sympathetic.
Or laughing at my amazing lameness.

Oh well, anyway, storytime children...
There was once a male named Nathan. Now Nathan once had a 'thing' for my friend Melanie. She did not like him like that at all though Then he met me.
For a while it was all good, we were friends, then we were a little more than friends, and I didn't tell many people, because, well, he just wasn't someone you did that with.... So anyway, after a while, I was a lot over this whole 'open relationship' thing, and wished he'd leave me alone. Then one day, he said we should just be friends.
How great, you would think. but afterwards, I was in love with him. What the fuck? My head, very messed up.
I wonder why on Earth I would feel like this? Did I just like feeling wanted? or was I in love the whole time? But anyway. I only had to wait a few weeks till an innocent movie watching seesion at his house became something much more awkward.

I tried texting him a few times afterwards, but he was kinda weird so I stopped trying.
I didn't talk to him for about 4 months.

Then one day, he spoke to me again. And wanted to hang out again. I was completely over him.
But seems like he wasn't over me. So he flirted a lot over text whilst drinking. Always wanted to go for walks and wanted to see me constantly. I just wanted a friend.

Now, the trouble with me, is that I am too nice for my own good. It's usually a good thing. I can see the good in almost anyone, and I don't think Inhave ever hated anyone. But when it comes to being brutally honest. Well, that cjust goes out the window. So put up a stupid charade for a few weeks, then after a brief kiss (nothing major at all) he decided to just be friends again.
And guess how I feel now?

Why?

Stalking and Houseplants

Hello nobody.
Hello me.

I wonder if I am a stalker sometimes. I mean, sure, stalking is supposed to be aainst the law, but I still worry about myself. You see, only for curiosity's sake, I used Google Earth in order to find the house of the K (whose address I looked up in the white pages, good thing his last nake isn't too common). But of course they cut out that tiny chunk of his street. Now that was freaky, since almost our entire town is mapped:s.

But anyway, back to the main topic, am I a stalker? I am now in a class with him, which makes me very happy (I was beginning to get worried as our English classes of 2007 came to a close) and I listen to every word he says.

We did have the briefest of conversations, discussing an eraser and an English teacher. Then afterwards, through intently listening to conversations, found out he DOES in fact have a girlfriend.

The world has ended.

I am so weird and sad...

=(

I think the only thing left for me to do is to turn to my houseplant. I have christened him Gareth, and I have not killed him yet. I found him, a tiny little cluster of leaves and a pathetic little flower, growing in the garden. so I scooped him up, placed him in a seldom used jug.
And he is probably going to grow out of his little jug soon (it only holds 250mls afterall). He is far more interesting than my sisters cactus, which I poke, as it insn't to spiky, what a pussy cactus.

At least they're fun to take photographs of.

I never did mention, though I feel I am inclined to, that the two disguisting Males I discussed in my previous post are in fact befriended to the K. I now regret not saying anything. If there is one thing I can say about myself, I am opinionated, but I do not speak my mind.. It can be quite an issue sometimes.

Now, it is far past midnight thirty, and to be honest, even though I am now on school holidays (happy dances) I think I should sleep. The only problem is I will probably wake up early, like I did this morning ( or yesterday morning, i think. it is 1.13 am afterall). But I do need to get up earlyish. Gotta go buy a Kriskringle present. And I got no clue what to buy, I am truly a lost cause when it comes to things like this. It's for someone I work with, and I don't know her terribly well so we'll see how it goes at any rate.

So, my distant, abstract cyberspace, do bid you farewell.
Goodnight.

Being a nerd

Yo bloggy.

Being a nerd is a lot of fun really. Last week I visited a university for a camp thing, and had to make a detour to a school music concert (bonus points for the badn geeks). I now just recieved *official* notification that I am a nerd via a scholars (not scholarship, I repeat, not scholarship)program thing that I applied for.
And I got in cos I'm awesome=]

Today, however, I was angry.
In my graphics class, two disguisting males spent a large portion of the class antagonising and patronising a nerd(one of which I do not know, but that is beside the point). Maybe it made them feel awesome or something, I don't know. However it amused me that one day those loserheads will probably be working for a nerd. Oh the irony of it all hehehe.

Anyway, to all you wonderful people out there with nerdlike leanings such as myself, here is why we are awesome..

• You're probably gonna make a lot of money one day


• You have much more purpose in life that kicking a ball


• Getting a sickie is easy, everyone will believe you, you love school afterall, right?


• Uni is bound to have a lot of hot (and nerdy!)guys and chicks


• You can enter the school library without being shunned by friends


• You actually understand Einsteins theory of Relativity...mostly


• It's easy to get a job


• You're mum thinks you're cool


• You type in a very gramatically correct way (well that's a plus for me at least


• There are actually a lot of people who like adorable nerdiness more that jock manliness


• Teachers can be cool sometimes:)


• You're allowed to feel interlectually superior


Well I hope that has been enlightening to all.
I am going to sleep. Gotta be up bright and early for school tomorrow:)

Things to do in an exam room after the actual exam.

Things to do in an exam room after finishing the exam

So you have just finished your cooking exam, or you are on the verge of tears after giving up on your maths exam. It's 2.15, and you're stuck here for another 45 mins.

What can you do?

Well, you could...

Name the contents of your pencil case.

Play the "who would you most want to make out with who is in the exam room if there was no such thing as social repercussions" game.

Stare at the back of someones head, see if they notice.

Write a letter to the examiner on a piece of paper.

Origami.

Rock on your chair.

Start looking really stressed and panicked. see if any teachers pay any attention to you.

Count your teeth.

Try to make eye contact with someone (not recommended for year 12 exams).

Imagine the big important english teacher pacing the room is walking in lava.

Or doing your maths exam. hehe

Make a little dancing dude in the corner of all the pages of a text book.

Remmove your shoes.

Start scratching compulsively.

Start mouthing satanic incantations at your exam paper.

Sleep.

Actually finish the exam!