Thursday, February 24, 2011

Shades of Death Road

Morning morning.
We had to write our own urban myths for English. What do you think of mine?

I felt a pang of fear as I saw her in the middle of the road. If I had not slowed down to a stop I would have knocked her over. She looked so young, about seven or eight.
The moonlight reflected off her blue eyes, making me feel even more uneasy. Something about screamed “danger”, yet, as I frantically slammed on breaks, stopping the car just meters away from her, I had become enchanted by the small figure. As I stopped the car, I looked around. She had disappeared. A few seconds later, I felt an icy breeze caress my skin…I heard a noise, it sounded like a moan. Then, I saw two blue eyes staring at me…

This was it, the moment I had been waiting for. I stepped out the house, wearing that blue dress I had been saving for all summer. It was cold outside, but there were still lots of people walking around. A little girl came up to me and asked if she could try my shoes on. “Is she mad?” I thought. “There is no way I am letting YOU try MY shoes on.” I replied. She started to cry, but I was late. I had no time for crying girls when I had a prom to attend. I turned my back on her and started on my way to the prom.

The prom was fabulous. By the time it was over, I had completely forgotten about that young girl. We, my friends and I, were on our way home. The usual route that we took was jammed with traffic, so we decided to make a detour and go down another road. We were having a blast, I started to travel a little faster than usual. I loved the feel of the adrenaline rushing through my veins. As we turned round a bend, I saw something in the middle of the road. It was too far away to tell exactly what it was. As I continued to speed down the road, the figure of the little girl came into view.

She was very pale; she looked almost like a ghost. I’ve never believed in ghosts but when she glided even closer towards me, her appearance became clearer. Her pale lips parted and a smile formed on her lips. Her eyes were cruel, serious and focused. Her fingers glided down the one side of my face, I shivered in fear. I was too frightened to say or do anything. Her hands were hard and cold, very similar to marble. I don’t remember much more. I remember feeling numb, trying to scream but no sound coming out. It was the most and last painful experience I ever had
Legend has it, that the girl was murdered that night. She now haunts the road (now known as Shades of Death road) that she was killed on. She looks for company and revenge. If you travel down that road at a very high speed, beware. If you are unfortunate, you will see her still dressed in her prom dress. You’ll know it’s her when you see her, she is very pale, she glides instead of walks and she is very cold. If I were you, I would enjoy this experience before she comes closer, it is the last experience you will ever have…

Monday, February 14, 2011

Survival Guide To Valentines Day

Sorry this wasn't already posted first thing this morning, the internet was being a hobo.
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We all know about how some people feel about valentines day, for some people, it's their "favorite holiday of the entire year" and all their savings are spent buying heart - shaped balloons that either pop or get thrown away after you've given it to someone, flowers that wilt, chocolates that get eaten, dates that are forgotten and jewelery that gets 'stolen'. Yes, these hopeless romantics have it baaad. Especially seeing as they go and do it all again and suffer the exact same thing the next year.

Then we have the more cynical types, they do nothing on this glorious occasion and make it clear to the world that they couldn't give a shit... When you know that deep down they are wondering why they didn't get any gifts or cards this year, or the year before that.

You also have the "sensible" folk. Who believe that you don't have to wait for a special day to come once a year to acknowledge your loved one. Valentines day should be every day.

And last but not least you have the "Money Savers" who feel that it isn't necessary to spend millions on stupid gifts when they could be used for something much more important. Sure, Valentines Day is important, but a homemade card will do just fine.

I would say i'm a balanced combination of all three of them. 
So, which one are you? Hopeless Romantic? Cynical Viewer? Or Money Saver?

Saturday, February 12, 2011

To Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity:

Have you ever thought of becoming insane? Or are you just bored out of your socks. either way, read this list. Trust me, it's hilarious.

To maintain a healthy level of insanity:

  • At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars, see if they slow down.
  • On all your cheque stubs, write 'for marijuana'.
  • Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
  • When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won! I won"
  • When leaving the zoo, start running towards the Car Park, screaming, "run for your lives! They're loose!"
  • Tell your children over dinner that "due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go".
  • And the best is for last: Pick up a box of condoms at the pharmacy, go to the counter and ask where the fitting room is.
Wahahaha, oh thats funny :)

Friday, February 11, 2011

That Was... Crappy

Like I have said in my previous post, Eish...Some people need to be vigorously beaten with a stick. 
Here's why.
We all know about suicide, it's unfortunately becoming more and more common every year. But what I don't understand is why people like to PRETEND that they are suicidal. Let me elaborate on that, here's a story for you:

My friends and I hang out in a group at break, we started off as 8 people in the group, and it slowly increased as new people arrived at the school. This year we have a grand total of 12 people in the group, and things have slowly started to fall apart since certain people arrived. 

My very good friend decided to confront these other people in the group about it, and she told them in a nice manner but she was very straight forward with them.
Well, the person being told off of course didn't take kindly to this, and burst into tears and ran off to the bathroom. I'm sorry but that just pisses me off, if you want everyone to treat you properly then you must act properly too.

Anyway the conversation went like this. (In the bathroom)

Her: My life is terrible, my life is terrible.
Us: Why? What's wrong? You just have to listen to us, we're not shouting at you, just calm (the f*ck) down.
Her: I'm..I'm.... (sniff) suicidal! *cries*
Us: WHAT??!!
Her: I've tried to kill myself four times. 
Us: How?
Her: I've cut myself.
Us:... Where?
Her: On my leg.
Us: How?
Her: Shaving.
Us: .............
Her: But I had the urge to do it again.
Us: Well don't do it again, talk to somebody, seriously its really messed up to cut yourself.
Her: I didn't mean to cut myself, I meant I had the urge to pick the scabs.
Us: (Oh my god, she's mental) .........
Her: I'm going to have a suicide attack!

And it carry's on and on and on..
Ok there's a couple of things wrong with this.

If you are really suicidal, you don't:

  1. You don't have a suicide "attack".
  2. You don't cut yourself on your leg.
  3. You don't cut yourself SHAVING.
  4. You don't get your knickers in a twist because you pick the scabs. *rolls eyes*
One word to summarize  this: Crap.
You really shouldn't do that, she's doing it for attention and everyone believes her.

Grrr... makes me vewi cross!

Ah well SMILE :) It's weekend.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What's Up With That??

Last year i got a belly ring, yes it hurt, yes it's a lot of trouble, no you can't change it until it's healed PROPERLY (which is very annoying because it takes like, five thousand years to heal anyway). But on the bright side it looks pretty cute once it's stopped bleeding and swelling... sometimes the skin around it even goes yellow *horror*.

Anyway, I'v finally been able to change it. I was talking to my neighbor the other day, he is around the same age as me, and we (somehow) got onto the subject where i told him i got a new belly ring for Christmas. The response to that? "Wow! You have a belly ring? I haven't seen it." Well, erm, yes I know you haven't, anyway after talking for a while, he asked me out. I suspect the trigger for that was the belly ring. Which leads me to a question, why do guys like belly rings? And that actually leads me to another one, why, if a girl has a belly ring, do you have a sudden need to ask that girl out? It's not like we transform into the perfect girl or anything, we just have a hole in above our naval.


Friday, February 4, 2011


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Before i start, i would like to add a P.S: (can you add a P.S at the beginning of something??) 

P.S here is the definition for Eish (aysh) - Used to express surprise, wonder, frustration or outrage: "Eish! That cut was sore!"

Should Have Seen It Coming
As I have been off school for a week with a life - threatening illness, ie. a cold, I have seven hundred and fifty thousand piles of work to catch up on. If i'd known it would have turned out like this i would have just gone to school and then died when i got home... tsk tsk.

Who Cares What They Think??
Some of my "friends" would like to start a blog (Hah!) but they're being all, "but gosh, what if no one reads or likes me?". Well then tough shit, that's what i say. I blog for the fun of it, if people happen to like it on the way then that's fantastic, other wise i couldn't care less. You could find more important things to get your knickers in a twist about i'm sure.
My point is, just blog for the sake of blogging, not for the sake of other tosspots who couldn't care less.

Ahem... Interesting
When i was talking to my uncle the other day, he said he found quite a interesting site. "What's the site?" You ask? Well, it is none other than, that's right, see my shit. All i want to know is how in the name of Professor Snape's shoes did he come across that site? Perhaps by chance?

I have been called a lot of things, bitch, meanie etc. But in all my years of living have I never been called what I was called today, a slut. That's right, now let me just straighten something out, I do not have a boyfriend, I haven't had one since the middle of last year, and I am not a lesbian. Now could anyone tell me how THAT makes me a slut? I've barely spoken to a boy (That isn't repulsive or my best friend) these past few months, let alone done anything slutty. 

My conclusion: Some people need to be vigorously beaten with a stick.  

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Meet the Boyfriend

I think this one's a keeper. Don't you??
The really awesome thing about this picture is the fact that my TEACHER took it for me, hah, i mean how freaking cool is that? I don't know, maybe i'm just being stupid, but normally I got told to sit on my ass and shut up, so this unexpected kindness is all new to me.

We've decided to name my fellow model Franky, don't ask why, because i honestly have no clue. Franky here is everything i'v ever looked for in a guy, tall, good looking, thin, quiet... The only thing is, he has no arms.. but hey, nobody's perfect. I'm also beginning to worry about his weight, I mean, is it just me or could he be starting to look like he has a eating disorder...?

Too much to do, I apologize.