Eish...

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 www.seemyshit.com, 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.  

In Other News...

Let’s Catch Up:

I am still sick! I am starting to feel like a psychotic Zombie…

(Question: What’s the difference between a psychotic zombie and a normal zombie? I have no clue, all I know is I feel like a psychotic one.)

I am still “jelly legging” about the Valentine’s Day Ball. (Read previous post if you don’t know what in the name of Chris Brown’s socks I’m talking about.)

Things I Found Interesting This Week (Jokes Aside)

My (dad’s) personal trainer at the gym I go to , was on Carte Blanche this week. I’m not sure if Carte Blanche is shown to the rest of the world but it is quite a popular TV News Series in South Africa. It basically “unveils” the truth about everything and all that Jazz.

It is funny how false the media can actually be, I’ve just experienced it first-hand.

 Some chick allegedly “injured her spine” and is blaming it on the faulty gym equipment. (anything for a good story eh?) They talk to the personal trainer (who happens to also be my dad’s PT) to hear his side of the story, and then they slam him and the gym he works at as well as the manager and CEO. I (obviously) know this guy personally, and I know he is not an idiot, and he wouldn’t do or say any of the things that they made him sound like he said. So unfair, and people actually believe this Bullsnazz!

The comments that are coming through, “He is a liar” and “How can you do this” and “Poor you! Hope your spine gets better soon, those gym guys are such idiots” and… geez. One word I can use to describe this documentary is “Bias”. So now I have been bias in this post. From now on, I know I will sure as hell not believe everything I see in the Media quite so easily. It’s me against the media from now on. Who’d ever like to join me is welcome. (sniff)

Ok, NOW here’s for the jokes (literally):

I felt really down after seeing that Carte Blanche episode, so here is one of my favorite jokes to lighten up the mood. J

Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was
really pissed.

She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the
driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE !!"

The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke
up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box
gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.

Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought
the box back in the house.

She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.
Bob has been missing since Friday. 

If you still wanna see something funny, read my previous post already!! I don't have time to make valid journalistic points as well as cater for entertainment EVERY post.

How's This For a Laugh...

Just a quick post to say hi and to make sure nobody’s tripped over a brick (unfortunately I am talking from recent experience) or anything.

I would like to point out that I cannot draw to save my life, a fact that my art teacher doesn’t seem to understand. He also doesn’t seem to understand that I am more than willing to do any other activity that falls under the word “art”(eg. Acting, dancing, painting etc.) except drawing as I am utterly and completely useless at it, So the other day he gave us a task: to do a pencil sketch of anything we wish. Naturally I chose the easiest possible thing to draw, which would be the fountain outside of my house. It’s square with two holes in the middle, easy peasy.

This is about as far as my drawing talent spans.

 Now, let me tell you I spent AGES on that drawing, trying to make it all pretty-like, and when I handed it in this morning my oh-so sensitive teacher informs me that it looked like a washing machine on a bench… Charming, isn’t it? Aah well, he won’t be laughing so much when I actually CHOOSE to draw a washing machine - I'm rather scared to think about what he would think it is then…

Ok, I'm not going to say it's good, but anyone can see that it isn't a washing machine...

On a more serious note, I think I’m coming down with a cold (sniff sniff). When my friend’s mother’s aunt’s cousin’s gran (or something) heard about this she suggested that I smear mashed banana on my neck and chest, as it will allow some parts in my nose to ‘breath’. I politely informed her that it was very thoughtful of her to share her advice but there was no way in hell that I was smearing any form of fruit or vegetable on my chest or anywhere else, and that was that.

Anyway, let me get back to my homework and all that sad stuff. But before I go, I would like to enlighten thee with a very wise quote which I use regularly at least once a week: If you can’t convince them confuse them.--Harry s. Truman

Tee hee