Has slightly crooked teeth.
Wears a plain white shirt with jeans.
Has broad shoulders.
Likes animals.
Wears a grey hoodie.
Is driving.
Gets jealous :P
Has a cool tattoo.
Has two shirt buttons undone.
Is shaving his face.
Smells nice and masculine but not too strongly.
Does that cute half smile.
Is holding a baby.
Can play the piano.
Has a deep voice.
Has wavy or curly hair (no hair straighteners).
Doesn't mind smiling for the camera.
Likes Taylor Swift songs.
Wears a suit jacket with no shirt underneath.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
This is directed at you :)
I often like facebook pages and reblog tumblr things with certain people in mind. Who doesn't? And I wish I could shove it in their face and say "LOOK AT THIS" so they see it. But most of all I wish they would just see it on my page/blog without my intervention. I'm not just talking romantic shit here by the way.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Philosophical mood
They say "don't let a guy come between you and your best friend" but what if you're not in a good friendship and the boy coming along is the wake up call you need? What if you're sick of your friend and the boy is your free ticket out? Maybe you didn't realise that you'd be better off without that friend ... maybe the boy could be your soulmate and passing up an opportunity with him could be the worst mistake of your life ... so in conclusion I disagree with the rule.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Him
Ever had this idea of someone in your head and you think they're awesome but then you see or hear them do something and it totally ruins it? Or everything is great and you put them on a pedestal and then find out one tiny detail about them that crushes you? It sucks, aye. Especially if you know that person hasn't even thought about you once.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
There is a term for it! I'm not alone!
Work paralysis: noun the inability to get work done because of it's large quantity. Similar to writer's block, but applies to all work with a deadline.
Thanks Urban Dictionary!
Thanks Urban Dictionary!
Is it better to be hated or unknown?
I think quite a few people at school hate me. I actually consider it a step up from being a relatively unknown "quiet funny girl". At least I'll be remembered in the years after high school. Unlike some people that everyone sees and is like "who is that person? I've never seen them before .." or "oh she was a lovely girl" "did you know her?" "no but she sat at the back of my english class ..". You get the point.
Facebook can be a vicious place. At least the insults are public and there is no destroying of evidence if you don't want to. I like how comments can be "liked" but sometimes it can feel like being ganged up on or a popularity contest. Which is what social networking sites are anyway. I really want some of the people who hate me to tell me to my face what I've done to offend them. But the people I have in mind rely heavily on being backed up by friends and hiding behind their computer screens.
That is all for now. Just ranting a bit.
Facebook can be a vicious place. At least the insults are public and there is no destroying of evidence if you don't want to. I like how comments can be "liked" but sometimes it can feel like being ganged up on or a popularity contest. Which is what social networking sites are anyway. I really want some of the people who hate me to tell me to my face what I've done to offend them. But the people I have in mind rely heavily on being backed up by friends and hiding behind their computer screens.
That is all for now. Just ranting a bit.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Town with mum, yay -_-
A while ago I went with mum to town because she had to do some things and wanted some company. After we had been to the boring places like hardware shops, she decided that we should look around some clothes shops like Jay Jays. She kept giving me stuff to try on (mothers have the unique ability to find ugly clothes in trendy shops) and I eventually tried on something I thought was cool. Mum then told me that I couldn't have it and she was giving me stuff to try on "for fun". So her idea of fun is making me want stuff I can't have? She must have thought it was a bonding experience or something but I was pissed. The reason I am blogging this now is because she asked me this morning if I'd like to go to town with her to do some things. I politely declined.
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