Shit...I think they saw me, pretend to be talking. PRETEND TO BE TALKING!

The immense awkwardness of meeting people you're not planning on meeting up with in public is just plain humiliating. You have to choose between 2 options:

a. acknowledging the other person resulting in either:
- an extremely awkward and tense conversation between you and them, and potentially anyone else with them
OR
-an epically awesome conversation which, thus, leads to you either hanging out with them :) an example of the best random meets.

b. ignoring them in the hopes that you can slink off into nothingness, without a trace. (kudos for originality, cause it's a tv show ;) )
Potentially, what could occur, is that the person will see you... Resulting in, I've narrowed this down to 2 thoughts:
- Do I smell?
AND
- Oh MY GOD! She doesn't like me...Nobody likes me!

Clearly the first is referring to men, the second to women...Scores for being sexist :)
Sadly enough, nobody ever thinks that maybe, and we all know this but, seeing people in public is not what we "plan" for. Why on earth would anyone be happy seeing someone from school whilst doing your embarrasing job as the mascot for some take-away outlet or looking like a dropped pie?

So in conclusion to this segment of the post-
"Please people of the world, do not take offence if someone doesn't look (fucking) ecstatic to see you, I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood for your presence. You and I both know we don't wish to see each other and I'm ok with that, lets just turn around and pretend we never looked "eye to eye".

Never Ever

God, you know what? I will NEVER EVER tell my mum I'm sick...
You want to know why?
Cause instead of taking me to the doctor, where we would sit in the waiting room, watch the clock tick by for a bit, get called up by that lovely lady behind the desk, walk into into the doctors office, get the diagnosis, leave with some lovely pink, strawberry syrupie stuff...
I HAVE TO get a shitload of who knows what powdery crap put into water to make some foul tasting brew and then down it....half gagging of course (fantastic way to become bulimic, i will say)..
HMM i wonder which one I'd prefer??

It sucks having a mum who does chinese medicine... *sigh*

OH and I got a spiffy new green ipod, just thought I might add that in..
NOW I can be one of those bastards who when you're talking slowly slips a headphone in and then when you're finished and ask: "So what do you think?"
They Go: "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't listening..." *walks off*
How awesome is that?
NOT VERY I know ><

Also, it's almost the holidays..... Is this where I list all the wonderful things I'll be doing?
Well nothing is planned...
See I'll try and organise something, but as depressing as this sounds, nothing will happen.
NOTHING!!
So FML.
I'll make friends with a neighbouring squirrel and have long talks about romantic walks on the beach.

Just hold your tongue....

It's inevitable that at times we say, in all honesty, what we don't mean. It might seem appropriate at the time to say something, scream at the top of your lungs, swear until your voice is horse. But in the end, its not worth the cause and you can get you into more strife then you asked for.

What about secrets?
The idea of them just gives me the heebie jeebies. The idea that I am holding something so personal, so full of scandal or information that is almost eats you up inside.
Secrets ARE problems, not solutions. The fact that we trust others to be like a "safe" for our secrets is absurd, so why tell?
The ones who know the most about us are the ones who can destroy us the easiest.
Keep that in mind the next time you decided to reveal a secret
Or preferrably,
Just hold you tongue.

Songs I'm totally lovin at the moment :)

Bounce- MSTRKRFT
Heartbreaker-MSTRKRFT
Running up that hill- Placebo
Sticks N Stones- Jamie T


^^^

If you haven't heard some of those songs..your missing out..

just because I like them now...doesn't mean I'll like them in the future :P

All for a cup of tea....

Tea: A liquidy substance that is thoroughly underrated in modern day times.....

____________________________________________

I was walking with 5 things in my hand one of which included my lovely steaming, boiled cup of tea...
SMART REBECCA!
With my high self belief I walked juggling my 5 things and then....everything went wrong D:
(not a surprise I must admit, considering I was practically asking for it)
You know when you hold the rim of a hot cup of water and the heat starts to rise around where your fingers are holding.....THAT is what happened....
Not wanting to drop my tea I stumbled around causing hot water to splash onto my hands....
I dropped my bowl of food, my book, my pens and whatever else I was carrying, BUT the one thing I refused to drop was that dreamy cup of dilmah.....

* * *

I sit there glaring at that stupid purple cup and its stupid contents....tea.....what a load of............

My fingers in a bowl of ice water.....

I hate tea HATE IT....but I'm an addict, an addict to something I hate.....

In the end it was all for a cup of tea :)

What geography has taught me...

In geography this year we have been learning about the uneven distribution of vital resources such as water, but forget 3rd world countries for a moment and I bring to your attention another severe case of uneven distribution. The uneven distribution of deoderant, amongst teens. Many of us have suffered this wrath of over-users or none-users. The conclusion I've come to is that even though I thought non-users are pretty bad over-users are probably not any better!

My solution to this inevitable problem is, like water, we must spread the love (I'm not referring to herpies). Those people who insist on using at least one can of deoderant per day ought to find a smelly person and give some to them instead. :)



PS WILSON IS COOL XD


^^^
he also wishes that was true..


I'm jking...your as cool as you think you are XP

Heros N' Parents

My parents do this really funny thing. So picture this:
I'm sitting on the couching "trying" to watch the 7 PM Project whilst my dad is having a psychotic fit surrounding the topics of my so-called trashed room and calling him a fuck, making me a foul-mouthed twat in his eyes and simitaniously he also manages to slip in the word fuck a couple of times in his ominious rant. HYPOCRITE.
BUT
That's not all....
Whilst this is occuring my mum decides to, in a very polite manner, I must say, ask what i want for dinner....
GOOD COP, BAD COP much?!?!
Parents are confusing....
but that doesn't excuse them for being complete and utter douches. *sigh*

On the topic of HEROS, I must admit, I have never been a huge fan of putting, in all honesty, insignifcant people up on pedistals. Whether is be models, actors, sporting heros or people who are just god damn fucking amazing, I always feel a slight resentment in looking up to them. No idea why, I feel as if having heroes can hold you back in a sense?
Does that make sense? No? Yes? Maybe?
FUCK IT ... I don't give a crap...

Enduring for the sake of enduring....

We all have times we put on a face to satisfy the opinions of others. Whether its because your hanging with someone you don't want to be with, going to places you don't want to go or doing something we don't enjoy doing. It's these moments in life that we must remember that we never endure for the sake of enduring for ourselfs, but for others.
______________________________________________

So it's the holidays and yet again it has begin with, not a BANG, but a pathetic peet of patheticness...
This morning I realised the sheer extent of my boredom when all of a sudden all the childrens programs on tv were actually entertaining....I was living- breathing on the brink of insanity. I had become a 3 year old again. I looked at the creepy stick figure the man on tv drew and didn't see a stick figure but a masterpiece....
Gosh I miss being a kid. The whole idea of innocence and being naive...so forgetten at the age of 13. No complications. Bitching wasn't invented...those were the times.

ANYWAYS, for anyone who happens to stumble upon this lifeless blog, or have decided that they too have reached the point of boredom...
I hope you have a nice day/night/moment/hour/minute/second.
Whatever it is.... i hope its enjoyable :)

lets all be technologic and frolick around in our crappy hybrid cars :)

so im fairly sure, that in some point in your short lived/ long lived life you have been in the scenario where you have "accidentally" accepted a download that has COMPLETELY FUCKED UP YOUR COMPUTER...grrr
yes a virus, trojan horse whatever you want to call it... its absolutely annoying!!
so what do i do in this situation....
i calmly press the switch the off button, whilst remembering the #1 hitch hikers guide rule...DONT PANIC, and pretend nothing happened...


walk away, just walk away.......

Spider

I love this short movie to bits :)

Spider

New Phone! Hells to the Yeah

For many years now I've had a piece of technology that really even I wouldn't sink so low to deem it as technology, but now.....I actually have something I would be glad to fling out and bask its glory. Yes, that's right people, I got a new mobile phone. *leaps about in an awkward manner*


___________________________________________________

Ok, so here's the low down on my piece of technological glory:

Its a Nokia E63 and its sooo amazing.

I'm so happy I'm going to put a picture up of it :P

Yay, and so far it's proving to be pretty damn amazing....

THANK YOU VIRGIN!! O.O

I really hope I see them again.....

So you look over your shoulder and with a sigh you take one last glance at that gorgeous guy.... --sniff-

saying to yourself "I really hope I see them again...."

* * *

God I hate seeing really attractive people on public transport, at the park, actually in general. Especially the ones that you can see yourself talking to and getting to be friends with. Its just frustrating cause you know that if you just dove into the deep end and just spoke to them the odds of you getting rejected or accepted are 50/50.

Lawl...me writing a blog about my regrets.

The odd thing is even though I know I won't see them EVER again I make a promise to myself that I will talk to them if i see them again >.< .....LAME! I really have to stop making hope for myself and just crawl into that little cave of regret and beat the hope out of my tiny little merciless heart.

It's sad cause I basically do this to any guy I find "HOT" (notice how I use the term loosely as it is in those speech thingys", so currently the list is fairly long..... (Y)

Anyways I'll end this on a stunningly attractive note leaving you with a picture of a guy I know if I saw in the street I would leap on....that is why most people don't want me in Canada.

P.S. If anyone who knows Alex or if it is him....I promise I won't actually leap on him/you.

Ha....its making me sad how I think I have any odds with any association with him

Fisherman Friends are truly your best friends.

My throat feels terrible and I reach into that heavenly packet and pull out some hideously ugly tablet shaped lozenger. I brace myself for that revolting taste and jump into the deep end, placing the thing in my throat. For a second I taste that ominous taste and then as if my mouth goes numb the pain from the cold has vanish. I feel normal and that is the magic of fisherman's friend.

Lady Gaga

Just ignore her promiscuous attitude to music and the tonnes of sexual innuendos in her lyrics. And you get someone who takes fashion to a whole new level. It's no longer fashion, but a masterpiece, an artwork.

No matter how much you hate her you can always think of something that will make you love her.

I ♥ Lady Gaga

I Loled so hard at the last pic >.<

The leaf

So your walking along on a warm, crisp day...and you see it, and it sees you. You stare at with desire in your eyes, it looks back-innocent. You lick your lips as you take a few steps forward. The wind blows and it attempts to hover away. With agile movement you lift your foot and...
CRUNCH!
Oh, that sound caresses your ear. You lift your foot and see the remnants. It lays there lifeless. It was a leaf, thats all it ever was.

Shameful, O so shameful

You know what I love? Those lame emails that we still have from year 4 that you refuse to explain the meaning of to people. Take for example mine- apples_are_cute@hotmail.com
It's probably the heighth of weirdness and I hate it to death yet somehow I still embrace it like a fat person with love handles. I use it for my myspace, twitter, basically any internet site that requires a login because I have the brain capacity of a goldfish on weed.
Anyways, there will come a time when everyone must drop there childish emails to opt for a newer, more sophisticated email, but until that time I will stick to my shit ass, shameful, pathetic email and keep explaining to people that I don't actually think apples are cute.

Walk of shame...

So one day you decided that you were going to head down to the hairdresser and get the most rebellious haircut you could think of....the dreaded bob.
And yes as much as you feel you have made the right choice, as you watch the chirpy hair attendant chewing her gum and blowing the stuff probably directly into you hair, you sit there without complaint watching her cut chucks of your gorgeous, perfect hair out and throw it carelessly on the floor.
You look at those chucks, devoid of any life, no colour and no shine and suddenly out of the blue you hear a scream "NOOO!" and you look down thinking you had gone mad and the hair had finally decided to put up a fight. Thank God you hadn't gone insane! Across the room you see an angry lady stand up with some hideously ugly do and storm out. You take a deep gulp and look into the mirror, a perfect mockery, that's all you see.
The idea of change had suddenly backfired and unlike the other women, you are polite, you pay the hair attendant and walk out, bracing yourself for the walk of shame...

Bleh

I was meaning to write a blog for a long time, but I never had the time nor effort to sit there and type and dream up some deep and meaningful wonderland of literature. The fact is, my life is as interesting as grass growing and as much I love change I rarely do it.