Admittedly I've been wearing a santa hat for a good six hours now.
I think I can safely say that this act, coupled with taunting my dog (who has been wearing reindeer ears for a good three hours) is getting me into the christmas spirit :)

So here it is, merry christmas

Everybody's having funnnnn :D merry christmas from supernatural ;)

sorry i've failed at writing blogs recently,
Every time I've tried to, I've literally been stumped and haven't been able to think of anything longer than a paragraph to write.
So right now I'm just writing and not really thinking about what I type (potentionally good/bad, could go either way) and hopefully it'll develop into a pretty (fricken sweet) blog.
Although I doubt it..

So it's christmas eve eve right now.
Which means tomorrow is christmas eve.
Which means the day AFTER tomorrow, is Christmas.

Y'know, I don't know if it's just me, or everyone is feeling it this year, but there is certainly a decline in christmas spirit in amongst my family and friends.
We've all reached the age where making tree-shaped cards and singing christmas carols is no longer appealing.
But surprisingly i've realised that things like that MADE it christmas when I was a kid.
I remember in primary school, we'd spend a good three weeks leading up to the holidays making christmas related paraphinalia, decorating miniature trees and wearing christmassy jewellery.
Then, on the last day of school there'd be a 'christmas at Killara' and we'd all go to school, sing christmas carols and have a huge BBQ.
Then there'd be the carols by candlelight in town, which we always used to go to, and it was incredible. Cold, and you got wax on your fingers from melting candles but it was worth it :)

now its just...its technically only a day away and I really don't feel nearly as excited as I should be.
ALTHOUGH I am getting a laptop which is good. And Inception. And hopefully supernatural season five.
The two aforementioned DVDs will be watched frequently on my new lappy, which I have yet to name.
But. Yeah I am excited but only for material goods to be honest...the christmas spirit has fucked off tbh.

merry christmas
hope you get what you want
love effy.
<3

Jensen. Ross. Ackles.

s with you
Strange name but sweet holy jesus, that man's face was carved by God.

I'd like to thank my mother for buying me the first season of supernatural last year when I was going to be home alone, best thing you ever bought me mum, because it introduced me to this sexy beast.

Completely infatuated, speechless. <3


Just thought I'd share a bit of his sexiness with you ;D

sexy.

An insight into the earlier workings of my messed up mind.

I found this, wrote it in January 2010...

"I walked towards the kitchen, with mixed feelings of angst and a deep hatred towards myself.
This was the third time I was to attempt it.
Quietly I opened the drawer, & took our the first knife that I lay my hands on. Taking it closer to my chest, I see it glimmer in the moonlight that beams in from the windows above me. I press the point into my chest. The tip makes a small hole in my shirt. I can feel a slight pinch as it makes contact with my skin. This time I push it harder, but I can go through with it. No matter how much I'd like to, I can't do it.
As disappointed as I am with myself for not 'finishing the job', I had known from the start that I was incapable of self harm.
I sit myself back down on the couch and glance at the clock. It's 3:30am. Great. Leaning back, I close my eyes and sigh.

Mum had always blamed herself for the way I turned out. She thought that somehow it was her fault that I couldn't control my emotions or even my mind.
But it's not mum's fault...after all, I'm the one always worrying for no reason. I'm the one depressed, wanting a neverending escape. I'm the one who has trouble eating because the thought of having to stomach something makes me physically sick.
Psychologists and Psychiatrists have always told me to get on top of my anxiety I'd have to get pissed off at it, and demand my life back. After all, it's technically just me arguing with myself.
But as pissed off as I am at myself for alway giving in and letting it take over, I can't seem to get on top of it.
Everytime things seem to get better, there's always something to shit on my parade & turns the days into crap.
It makes me want to cry, I'm so annoyed at myself.
Why couldn't I just get the job over and done with? I wouldn't have to suffer if I were dead.
I don't think my sister has ever believed me when I say I'm depressed. She can't seem to comprehend it. She'd always say "you're too young for that shit, you haven't got depression," which always made me feel shit because I felt as if I were lying about how I actually felt.

Again, I glance at the clock. 4:15. I've been sitting here, my mind whirring away for 45 fucking minutes.
I've come to the realization that nighttime isn't any good for my anxiety.
It gives me time to dwell on the bad feelings and no matter how hard I try I can't distract myself.

Despite all this, I'm getting better at putting on a brave face as if nothing were wrong when someone asks if I'm okay...


Yeah, I'm alright. Can't you tell?

I never thought I'd hear myself say this..

.


but I actually enjoyed camp. Above is a photo of a few of my friends and I (i'm sixth from the left)
I even made a few friends.
Conquered a few fears.
And managed to survive a 15km hike (which I am still recovering from, mind you)
but wow.

It was actually a lot better than I anticipated.
Honestly shocked.

But now, holidays, holiday homework (eww), christmas, new years, decorations, sleeping in, movies, friends, pools, tanning, burning, the beach, YAAAAAAY.

might even get a boyfriend, at this rate.

i like those odds!

Camp.

It's in Falls Creek, which is actually a really beautiful place.
However, the fact that I'm going there for a week on a school-related camp, ruins the magnificence.

All I can say right now is prepare for a huge complaining blog on my return.

ex-hammmmm results!

(this blog will mainly just be me telling you the goss/411/any other slang you'd like to use for something that's happened recently in your/my life, so if you don't want to read it, that's fine. I try to keep it amusing though...anyway, EXAMS!)

So. I thought I was going to fail miserably.
But I got nothing lower than a C.
And for the effort I put in (i.e. very little) I think that's quite good.

MY BALLS WERE BLOWN WHEN I received my maths exam back and mr moulder had said "you got either the highest or one of the highest marks in our class, I'm very impressed!" and I thought, "What a way to end maths, on a good note! :) " lol jokes, I actually was really tempted to do a victory run with my dress over my head...
I got a: C+ for Art, a C for Geog and like. A B? For photography, which is good considering I did little study for all of them.
Got a B for RVE, a B+ for my maths, and uhm. Like. Whatever 68% is, for science.
Aaaaaand because Mr D is too lazy to turn up, we have yet to get our english results back.
Not that I reckon I'll do much good anyway...

anduhm.

had year 11 today!

oh oh oh but before that, we had an hour long info thing about science camp.
science camp = DEATH
even the info session gave me a minor panic attack.

Not even joking. I wanted to break my leg this morning.
R suggested jamming it in between two poles and trying to walk off, admittedly it would've worked had I had the motivation.
I'll just break it sunday night.

But, onto year 11, slightly more smiles than camp info.
Period two: Psych with Miss Hughes..Hewes...Hoooos? Either way, she's a nice lady, despite what I thought. Looks like Psych will be interesting :) I'm not even joking when I say I'm looking forward to the holiday homework. HHD, homework not looking so exciting and we're getting a new teacher next year called Mr. Fish (or mackeral) which could either potentionally be really good or really shit, aaand media, cutest thing! Mr Arthur brought in his ickle-bubba, she is the adorable. At one point I thought L was going to run past, snatch her and head for the hills but luckily she refrained from that and contained a sensible demeanor. But it looks like media is going to be a blast as per usual :)

And apart from camp next week which I am in NO way looking forward to, (they gave us a booklet and we have to fill out what activities we're looking forward to, not even joking when I say I wrote 'going home' and left the rest blank), that's my life right now.

oh oh oh

And I hope Bill and Jerry aren't drowning under the concrete slab in the backyard...

thats all from me :)

<3 effy.

alison: "you know what scared me most?"

me: "what?"

alison: "how good you look with a mustache".

Fuck.

I always say the wrong thing.


Sometimes I find it so hard to keep a conversation going with someone I liked, without it being monumentally awkward.

/facepalm.

I'm sick of this, and I keep doing this to myself.

...just to keep you entertained.

hey hey look....

SCARLETT JOHANSSON.

what?
she makes me happy, why the fuck doesn't she you!





I was actually going to post a good blog.

But ceebs.





enjoy this beautiful woman.

oh, bill.

not gonna lie, I want a blue tongued lizard.

But I'm reading a whole page of shit regarding keeping one, and quite frankly I don't think it'd like living in my room.
"It is important to remember that lizards are very quiet animals and even captive bred pets will suffer stress with too much or rough handling, loud noises, vibrations and dogs or cats having inappropriate access."

Also, it says that "you cannot take a blue tongued lizard out of the wild. It is ILLEGAL. If you want a pet lizard, you will need to buy it from a pet store, at a young age"

So that means I can't steal the one from my backyard, which saddens me greatly because I've already christened him Bill and I've fed him raw lamb and beef and I believe in some way we've bonded.

Absolutely devo guys.
I wants me mah' Bill! (see bill above, this was when we were bonding)

A word of advice.

If you want to talk to me, learn how to spell.

Or I will bludgen you to death with a hammer.

PHOTOGRAPHY IS ART!

Not however, when Miss Hester is teaching it.

INFRINGE ME BITCH, WHY FOR????!?!?!
I TOLD YOU I WAS IN W'S MEDIA VIDEO AND WOULDN'T BE THERE, DON'T BE SUCH A TWIT. /end rant.

This photograph is amazing. Actually really admiring the work of Edward Steichen.

For some, completely unperverted reason, I find this photo beautiful.

It's simple and creative.
I love photography.
Not miss hester though, crabby old tart.

Y'know, there are some ASTOUNDINGLY GORGEOUS female celebrities that look like they'd be nice in real life (aka scarlett johansson) and then there's those that have the look of the uber popular girl in high school; that look of superiority and bitchiness.
Megan Fox looks like that to me.
I mean, shit, she's absolutely hotttttt to trot, but she has that real "i'm-better-than-you" look about her.

But this picture is fucking sexy.

I'm not even sure why I'm posting a blog about Megan Fox.

But I am.
Because she is hot.

The awkwardness when you see that your blog archive shows that in september, you wrote eleven blogs.
And it writes it thusly: september: 11.

Even more awkward when every night for a week, I look at the clock at exactly 9:11.
I mean, c'mon guys.
What is this?
Is this a sign to tell me that I'm actually a terrorist or something?
So that's what this turban is for...

There's good days, and bad days.

I can be quite a happy person at times. Really, I can.
But sometimes I can get pissed off. I mean hey, everybody does right?
Everyone has good days, and bad days.
Today, for me, is the latter. Want to know why?

What is this? Someone is impersonating me on formspring, and pretending that I am some disgusting love-sick teen who continuously compliments the same person with the same thing?
Well, fuck you then mr/mrs anonymous person for thinking so.

You have changed this:
(my usual happy face)


Into this: (intensified rage face)

It doesn't take much to piss me off and it's fairly clear that a lot of people are now aware of this fact and will do anything to send me from a happy face into a monster-like rage face.
You should feel intimidated. I mean, look at those teeth! Those bulging muscles!
You should be shitting in your pants. Beware my rage face, motherfuckers.


(drawings by me, inspired by video on http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com)

<3 effy.

some things just brighten your day.

Like this photo.

Ahahahahahhahahahhahahaha.

How the fuck is that even possible.

So what can I say? I sustained a pretty br00t4aL injury at rollerblading, from successfully doing one of those epic flying-for-a-second stacks.
I flew forwards, dropped my hockey stick, and landed on top of it.
Needless to say, rollerblading + loss of co-ordination + concrete + a fucking massive wooden stick = massive ouchies for Felicity's right side.
It was rather nice of A to help me up though, since we barely ever speak but she was surprisingly nice today :)

But hey it was pretty fun!
Although, coming back to school was not.
There was only ten minutes left of period three, so we didn't go to art...
but unfortunately some of my mates did
which lead to miss camiliri interrogating me at lunchtime as to my whereabouts :/
and it was awkward.

But mleh. Overall a good day, apart from the stabbing pains in my stomach right now :)

I think I may go throw up.

KCOOL.

<3

ROLLERBLADING

We're doing. Rollerblading. For school.

Holy fucking shit.
I missed out on the first session last week, and the next one is tomorrow omg omg omg

SO EXCITED GUYZ!

lulz.

saaaa excited. May or may not be on a sugar high/sleep deprived/in love with the wrong people.

ahhhh, life :)

The hardest part, is letting go; not taking part. You really broke my heart.

Holy shit I shouldn't be as sad as I am about the year twelves officially finishing.
But I actually feel like crying right now.


Scratch that, I am crying right now.
Two guys. They know who they are. They're probably sick to death of me.
And I already fucking miss them.

Won't see them around. Won't be there to brighten my day.
Won't be there in homeroom to impersonate K and make his shoes have voices..


Fuck.
I wish they didn't have to leave.
Wish they still saw me as a friend and not some annoying teen.
I wish I didn't always fuck up my chances with amazing guys.

:(

A few things you should know about me.

1. I have anxiety. It can be quite bad at times. A majority of the time it's irrelevant. I get scared of stupid things, worry too much and bounce my knees until I'm not even doing it consciously anymore.

2. I'm paranoid. Yes, I saw you look at me like that.
Was it intentional?
I'll think about it all day now.

3. I'm sad a lot more often than I'll let on.
I'm sad now actually.
Because two people who meant a lot to me, and I didn't really mean a lot to, made a whole joke about me yesterday (and beforehand, I only found out yesterday) which makes me look like a slut or a stalker or both.

4. I'm losing respect for humans in general.
I wish I was a spaghatta nadle.

5. I also wish I could hear out of my left ear.

6. I get attached to people waaaay too easily. Say something nice to me, and you're good looking? I'm stuck. It's horrible. I feel attracted to at least three people I barely know right now. They give me butterflies and one of them, I've only met once.

7. I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of this anxiety and my constant mood swings.
Oh, and I don't want to go on camp.

8. I'm not in a good mood right now. I don't even know how to/don't even want to finish this blog.

I might even end it here.

It's all good guys.
You know how I said I couldn't hear out of my left ear? OR right ear, one of the two?

well it's evened out now, I can't hear out of either! *walks into wall*

hey school, please stop doing uniform checks.
I don't like taking my DISCREET piercings out.
its not like people are looking that intensely at my nails/hair/earrings anyway.


so fuuuuuuuck you.

9.

I've had this cold for nine days. This cough. For nine. Fucking. Days.
I've never been so annoyed at my own body.

I also wish I had inspiration for an interesting blog
but I really don't.
I keep thinking of ideas but with my shocking memory, they're long gone after ten minutes.
I wish I could concentrate but because I can't hear out of my left ear I feel greatly disorientated.
Not a nice feeling.

/walks around in circles.

The WORST.

Here's a list of a few things that are/will be bothering me in the not-too distant future.

- I want a pet ALOT. (see above) (if you haven't any idea what an ALOT is, read http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com = best blog created. Also created the alot.)

- I have a Veronicas song in my head. I haven't heard it since yesterday (on She's The Man, don't judge me or anything, thinking I actually have it on my iPod or something) and it's terrible because I actually want to sing along.

- My acrylic nails are growing out. They're at that stage where they look stupid. But I don't want to rip them off, that hurts.
Although I won't pay $20 to have them taken off, that's a waste of money and quite frankly my method keeps my wallet happy.

- There is a bug harrassing my personal space bubble. He's raping my eyesight and continuously flying onto the computer screen, just to shit me.
I don't like it.

- I read a blog today about 'squidwards suicide' (link is on my facebook) and needless to say I will never look at Spongebob or the company/ its creators the same way again.
I don't care if its bogus; someone actually thought up that whole thing and that's just wrong.

- It's getting warmer. Which means I'll have to remove several of the doonas from my bed. Plus, it'll mean it gets more annoying straightening my hair. I HATE straightening my hair on hot days.
But then again, it looks pretty squiffy naturally so that's incentive enough I suppose.

- I don't know who gave me this cough.
I wish I did. I want to introduce my knee to their groin.

- Camp (aka impending doom) is looming in the future.
I will actually cut off a limb to avoid going.

- I re-dyed the pink in my hair on saturday. That's the third time in three weeks.
The bottle is now empty.
I don't want it to fade so quickly again, I didn't rate being a half-ranga.

- I'm wasting my life. I'm still single. There's so many guys who I could go out with and I always want the ones I haven't a chance with. *cue facepalm*

- There's no more fudge left.
Granted, I ate the last piece so I should be angry at myself for not thinking of FUTURE me and future me's general well-being and happiness. But I didn't think of that then.
So now present me is angry at past me for not thinking of future me.

- I'm running out of wallspace on my walls for pictures of sexy, sexy people.
Considering taking down my Busted/ Son of dork wall considering I don't listen to them anymore/think they're pretty lame.

- I still have two and a bit years left at Aitken College.
Fuuuucka school. I'm so sick of the rules.
neither my hair colour, piercings, dress length etc will affect my learning. Please stop getting ones' underwear in a knot about it.

That's almost it I think guys..
thanks for staying conscious.

Until the next blog.

<3 effy.

I hate it when there's nothing I can do to help a friend in pain.. :(

The Life I lead.

If I'm not on here, I'm on youtube. If I'm not on youtube, I'm most definitely on facebook. I'll be on formspring. I'm on twitter. When I'm at school, I'm still on facebook.
And a majority of my time is spent googling pictures of scarlett johansson.

I mean. yeah.
wow. my life is pretty sad!
and. I rarely write anything interesting in my blogs these days.

Perhaps I'll just fill you in on my day...

- Had RVE first period. Died of boredom, and much alike jeebus, rose from the dead only to die of boredom again.
- Geography.
Luckily didn't get pulled up for plagiarism in my coasts assignment. Probably because I wrote less than a paragraph for the entire thing..Whatever, I ain't doing it next year.
- Maths. Gay substitute teacher who was adamant that he was only baby sitting.
Alright Mr Mcphee. You sit there then.
I proceeded to make strange faces with W and have conversations with him that would be considered mundane and unorthodox if had by anyone other than us.
- Science! Poor Miss H, our class gives that woman so much shit. And she wasn't even making us do anything. We were just chilling. But oath. Sometimes I hate my classmates..
Oh, also casually & erotically massaged T. Enjoyed by both parties.
- Lunchtime, The Beginning Of The End (year 12 music composition thingo)
pretty much rocked my socks off. Happily sang along to When The Sun Goes Down and I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor (Arctic Monkeys) with R while bouncing around like a loony. Went fangirl over the hot year 12's. Froffed the Sh'williams project. (like them on facebook, or i'll hit you. They're pretty fricken cool.) and then yeah. Danced to a bit of blues that Sh'williams played before going onto...
English :D Watching Little Miss Sunshine.
That movie is so cute. When T said it was the most boring movie ever I was a little disheartened because I've always thought that the whole meaning of the movie was amazing.
Standing up for what you believe in, do what you want and fuck the rest.
UNfortunately most of the movie was ruined by B & A & S who seem to lack the ability to STFU.
But I'll soon deal with that. *prepares human centipede-like scenario with needles and stitches for mouths*.

Got on bus.
giggled at B's adorable laugh.
Yelled at R for farting. Covered nose.
Got overly pissed off that my right ear phone officially doesn't work.
Remembered that I'm getting a haircut tomorrow, and I'll have to re-dye the pink in my hair because it's fading too fast.
Came home, watched at least 15 episodes of family guy, fell asleep, was pissed off that The Simpsons aren't on at 6 because of the Commonwealth Games.
Ate daddeh's epic pasta.
Giggled at Starshine's formspring.

Totes gonna go watch Wanted now.
And. eat ice cream. and sleep. and. save more pictures of scarlett.
and cough more.


this blog is a piece of shit!
:D

<3 effy.

I feel the need to write an interesting blog.

but instead here's one of my favourite clips from Family Guy.

"I will not be what fear makes me"

It's easier said than done..

I'm so sick of anxiety! Six fucking years. "It'll get better, you just need to learn how to control it"

GUESS WHAT, THAT DOESN'T ALWAYS WORK.

go fuck yourself.

PRIMUS.

If you like bass, if you like random guitar, check these guys out.
Like seriously, I'm so glad my mate told me about them.
The bass player makes the bass his bitchhhhh.

What you say is way too complicated.

Guys, my pile of holiday homework isn't getting any smaller.

Maybe if I stop looking it'll go away.

I believe you liar.

Yesterday I woke up, planning on doing nothing on the first day of my holidays.
Last night I was informed of a $10 concert that was happening in Northcote today.

Today I woke up, got dressed, went to the city, avoided some vomit that was (ironically) outside McDonalds, bought a top, another mug from typo (I'm starting a collection), caught a tram with my cousin & sister to Northcote, was slightly creeped out by an old man with a conk the size of an elephants, and SAW (the astoundingly amazing) WASHINGTON.
aka Megan Washington, aka indie amazingness, aka girlfriend of Michael Tomlinson (Yves Klein Blue, we have evidence that they're dating, we saw them kiss across the street!).
The venue was small, the boppers were many, there were even a few oldies there. But nonetheless, she sounded absolutely amaaaazing.
To be honest, when they introduced her and she started speaking I thought she might've been a midget because I couldn't see her. Took myself and my sister a while to realize she was sitting down at the (very low) piano.
She sang, swore, cracked jokes and drank coffee. Then, scarpered from the venue, as did we.
We were waiting out the front for the tram, and, low and behold, out of the front door (which we'd just come through) came Megan Washington! Complete with indie doc martin look-a-like boots, and a big coat. Her roadies suck though, they dropped her piano and she looked as if she were going to cry.
Some of my cousins' friends asked if they could have a photo but she said she had to rush off to Geelong, so she didn't have the time.
But, as we were waiting for the tram, she had time to cross the road, greet Michael, and talk to him for a few minutes before kissing him. My sister was a little shattered, she's in love with Mr Tomlinson (good choice hey, he's a looker!) but, because they're both so amazingly indie and beautiful in general, we let it slide.
Then I went back to my nan's house, ate some random pasta and now I'm home.

What a day hey.
Megan Washington <3

effy.

I never know what to post anymore.
I'm in a bad mood today.

Firstly, because I'm liking a guy who hurt me.
Secondly, seeing him around the school a lot hurts.
Thirdly, I don't think he wants to see me, I know I'm annoying.
Fourthly, he won't be at my school much longer anyway.

This fucking sucks.

star light, star bright.

The moon is kissing venus tonight :)
and I (tried) to take a decent photo of it, as it looks amazing.
I also took a few through my dad's binoculars, which was a smart idea except it was difficult to keep the camera/binoculars still. So in retrospect it probably wasn't such a good idea.

And this was the best one out of them all, when seen in full you can almost see the crators on the moon :) and in my dad's binoculars, they're so powerful you can practically see Neil Armstrong's footprints.


On another note, until this evening I have never feared for my life whilst in the car with my mother.
We had to drop her back in Bundoora at the hospital, and Dad thought it'd be nice to let her drive.
Fuck oath, big mistake! Before we'd even made it to the first roundabout we'd nearly hit every parked car, innocent bystander and unlucky kitty cat there was to be found!
We spent a majority of the journey 20km over the speed limit, AND we tailgated some poor bastard in a white holden for over a third of the freeway.
Once we'd dropped her off, dad said "I think there's a dint in the floor on the front passenger side where I dug my foot in hoping there'd be a brake."
Mum, I thought you were better. After all, you're only in there for another week or so.
But if you're driving like that, you won't live past christmas.

No more cars for you..

Are you catching my drift yet?

I've recently noticed that my brain and my body work by themselves.
Okay that sounds stupid... let me reword it.

My brain says DO THIS! My body says FUCK THAT, IMA DO THIS! /runs off into field, skipping through daisies.

Can be quite annoying when you unknowingly do something you weren't planning on doing.

For instance as I was walking towards the steps, I planned on taking them one at a time. I took a double-take when I skipped the first three steps unknowingly. Yeah so that isn't that shocking...
I don't think I've ever done something that unknowing. Apart from telling my english teacher to get fucked, except he's a legend and he took it with his stride and laughed.

I'm not even sure why I'm posting this.
Just. Felt the need to tell you guys that my subconscious is bursting through into my conscious life. *inception theme* eheheh.

I could totally go watch that again, I loved it so much.

Also I've spent so long in the car today D:
Had to drive to bundoora to pick up mum, drive home. Leave again an hour later to drive to werribee, drive home. Then tonight we have to drive mum BACK to bundoora. Then drive back.

If I have to spend any more time in the car I want it to be in the friggen drivers seat!

Oh babbyyyyyyy

I'm so in love, its not even funny.
(not the twat on the bottom left, clearly the cutie with his tongue out!)
Pretty much spend all my time thinking of him...
yeah, its sad. But it's not causing any heartbreak, unlike all the other crushes I've had.
Personal ones anyway.

There's always either loads of guys or none at all.
I want a happy medium, where only one wants me, and he's nice and kind and good looking. I'm sick of having guys who just want to roooot.
Like, seriously. Fuck 'em.
I want a sensitive guy. Someone like joseph gordon-levitt.
He's shexxehhhhh.

But. Really....I had a point for this blog but. I've. Forgotten what the hell I was going to write.
I got distracted by Joseph. and. my family.
Mum's home for a bit, then back off to le hospital.
Hmmm.



.... :)

You and me could write a bad romance..

Yeah look, as much as I hate that song and Lady GayGay in general, I looooove this man.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6zMwGkY7z4

if it weren't already blatantly obvious ;)

this blog is just gonna be a quick recap on the last week!

monday: chills
tuesday: chills, finished art (clay) got to bludge and hit clay with rolling pin.
wednesday: suspended. that's right, me. suspended. I've never even so much as had a detention in my life, then all of a sudden I get caught up for an ear I pierced "at school and DANGEROUSLY" over a term ago.
Yeah Aitken, I'm so friggen dangerous.

T_T
so that put a massive turd in the middle of my week! Although I got to sleep in, drink red bull and eat lots of zappos before firing up with 'wings' and a shitload of a sugar rush, so I walked to A & R's place. Convinced A into thinking that i'd been expelled and kicked out of my house; nearly convinced him :)

we played darts until like, 7. In the dark, outside.

Shit, I love my best friends.
Anyways, at the moment I'm just waiting for the video above to load, its worth it.
He's the cutest thing :)
then I shall return to my room, sip some wine (not even joking, Orange Muscat and Flora, its amazing), read a book before retiring for the evening!

Visiting mum tomorrow, she's coming home for the day.. should be. Interesting. Lord knows she'll probably be solely disappointed when she comes home to find the washing pile higher than what it was when she left.

uhm.

yeah.
Enjoy your weekend guys, one more week til the holidays :) then more interesting blogs from me ahah :)

effy <3

(I was hoping to put some random, sexy picture of Joseph Gordon-Levitt in this post, but the internet is shitting itself and I'm already having enough trouble just posting this friggen thing as it is..)

How come it takes some people so damn long?

WHO GAVE ME THIS COLD?!
ANGRY FACE!
FACE PALM!
BOOK-THROWN-AT-YOUR-FACE.

Massive rage sesh guys.
Also, I'm really starting to miss iTunes.
Like, its actually painful not having all of my music on access.
I mean it's on my iTouch but I can't add any new stuff, it's terrible :(

I need to write a more meaningful blog, I've written some stuff in an exercise book late at night (your brain thinks at its best at that time!) so maybe I'll post some of that :)

for the mean time ima let my brain dribble out of my nose.

<3 effy.

Well hot diggidy.

Having no computer for three odd weeks was hell.

Finding out that the corrupted files were in YOUR account was marginally amusing.

Receiving the computer back, 'fixed', but missing 50% + of your music/other downloads was depressing.

Fuck it.
I want a laptop.

I'm keeping you from sleeping now, I only called to wish you a goodnight, soulmate.

Plans for this friday night, you may ask?
I'm just gonna chill with my mate Chelle,
maybe eat some food.

Oh, and go and see Inception again.

To drool over our favourite actor.
Maybe this time I'll catch more of the movie; I didn't breathe much during the last viewing.
I'm so excited though. No word in the english dictionary can adequately describe the sheer brilliance of this film.

(and yes, I'm well aware that this is the second blog about Inception/Joseph, and I've also posted two with lyrics. I'll add a bit of variety in soon, I swear...)

Hope everyone's having a good week, hump day tomorrow :)

I know who I wish I could be humping...

OHHEYJOE.
<3

These lyrics make me want to cry.

I'm only posting half of them, because the first half are the best.

The Streets - On The Edge Of A Cliff

I'm really okay, thanks,
there's nothing to witness
I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff
The old man looking down lent over the ridge struck with a grin as if a blessing had hit him.

I slumped on the jut of the cliff
Just leave me alone, this is none of your business
I will, said the old man, but just one thing,
And what he said was so lovely it stunned me.

He said: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock.
I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost,
But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot

Chorus
For billions of years since the outset of time
Every single one of your ancestors has survived
Every single person on your mum and dad's side
Successfully looked after and passed on to you life.
What are the chances of that, like?
It comes to me once in a while
And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile.

<3

Lets all go to the lobby, and get ourselves some snacks.

LAST NIGHT
(saturday, the...14th of August)
I went and saw Inception with my older sister.
Needless to say

IT IS THE BEST FUCKING MOVIE OF ALL TIME!!!!!!
Excuse my french, but dear god. I wanted to scream at the end I loved it so much.
(I had to hold it in until I got home...)
Like, I'm still astounded and its nearly been 24 hours since I saw it.
Like, like like like.
Whoa.

It was just.. whoa.
PLUS!
I have a newfound love,
Joseph Gordon-Levitt.



I would do anything to meet/hug/kiss/elope with/steal/bang him.
Sweet. Jesus.
I'm in love guys.
He's already taking up half of my wallspace in my bedroom, and its been less than a day. Thats how amazing he was/is.

...GO SEE INCEPTION!
It is so worth it.

I think I'll go see it again.

And again.

And again :)

and illegally download it

and put it on my iTouch

and watch it during maths when I don't understand what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing

or maybe on a weeknight when I can't get to sleep

or if I just need a dose of Joseph

or even Leonardo DiCaprio, who was actually quite the awesome one in the movie.

I think I'm rambling.

Wait, I know I'm rambling...

I have so much homework... I should really start it sometime.
But. Fuck that. I'm having too much fun googling/youtubing Joseph.

Obsessed much?
Ima shut up now.

KBYE! :)

...watch inception.

<3 effy.

Fuel Up.

Stornoway - Fuel Up.
Curled up in the back of the car,
Nine years old you don’t know where you are
And your heads on the window
Your eyes are just closed,
There’s a voice in the front
And a hush on the road
You’re a passenger but your mind is traveling on.

Open your eyes and you’re nine years older,
Hands on the wheel and you’re racing on over
To lie with your first love,
You can’t wait to see her
You borrowed the car and you think you’re the driver
But now you’re the passenger to your own heart and it takes you traveling, traveling on.

When that morning broke and the sky fell down
It went black as night and the wind blew around,
It stole your directions; you lost your way home
And you felt like a passenger left by the road
Well I’ll tell you the reason you couldn’t get home;
‘cos its no where you’ve been and nowhere you’re going
Home is only a feeling you get in your mind,
from the people you love and you travel beside
You may feel like a passenger, but now you’re the driver
You’ve got to go traveling, traveling on
If you break down, it’s a cold, hard shoulder

So fuel up your mind and fire up your heart and drive on, drive on, drive on
And when your days are darker, put your foot down harder, drive on, drive on.

And its nine more years you’ve been driving now
But tonight you’re stumbling through your old town;
You met up with a school friend who’s still just the same
And you talked all the same shit you talked in those days
And now you’re drunk and you’re sad with the old times passing you by
But there’s no rewind so you might as well play while your time is rolling away.

And get back on the road, it’s a beautiful day
Pick up all the friends you find can on your way
And if you lose direction they’ll be there, guiding you on, guiding you, guiding you on
Coz we’re all goin’ the same way
Down this long road, (so fuel up)
Yes we’re all bound the same way
Down this long, long road
So fuel up your mind and fire up your heart and drive on (when your days are darker)
Drive on, drive on (put your foot down harder)
And when your days are darker, put your foot down harder, drive on.
Fuel up and drive on Fuel up and drive on, drive on.

If you haven't heard this song, I strongly suggest youtubing it right now.
(since I still haven't worked out how to embed videos into these posts...)
its massively chill guys! You should also appreciate the fact that I had to type this entire thing (as in the lyrics) whilst listening to the song on repeat, since I can't find the lyrics on Google because its a new song. So like, be proud. And grateful. CHERISH! Muwahahaha.

Also, ohhey new follower :)

<3 effy

Decisions, decisions.

I've never been one for decision making, mainly in decisions that would alter my future.
I selected my year 11 subjects today.
Loveeeely.
It makes me glad to see nothing involving too much maths.
Biology, Art, Human Health and Development, Psychology, and Media.

All should be pretty awesome subjects, lets just hope they get me somewhere.

.

I hate being sad.
I hate missing people.
I especially hate finding out that the person I miss the most hasn't missed me at all. On the contrary, he thinks I'm annoying.

Lovely.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow if it means seeing him.

Going Through The Motions

McFly have changed since I first started listening to them 2 years ago, but I've realized I love them no matter what.
Their new song Party Girl (yeah, the title is a bit lame...) is compleeeetely different to their earlier stuff. Like most artists do change throughout their career but this song is just way off compared to the rest of their stuff. Everything is digitalized, which means you can't hear the drums (Harry, left) the bass, (dougie, second from left) or either of the lead guitars! (Tom and Danny).
It's really kind of depressing.
Although when they play it live, you can hear all the aforementioned artists/instruments.
This pleases me to some extent.
I don't even know where I'm going with this blog.
I just felt like posting a hot picture of my boys <3
<3

sometimes you have to admire the little things.

Here are some photos to bring (as me and my 'hb' say) teh lulz.

Mr turtle.

Its jesus time guys.



AHAAHAHAH!

blow me.


I'd upload more but like.
Whatever.

I'm gonna go have a shower
then rejoice in the fact that tomorrow is friday.

<3 effy.

Life goes on.

Lots of people are leaving.
Heaps of shit is changing.
Everyone is growing up.

And I'm fucking scared.

It's not the whole idea of growing up that scares me, adulthood looks nice, I suppose.

But it's all the choices we have to make.
People tell us that we don't need to make life changing decisions when we're young. I mean, we're ignorant adolescents, what do we know?
Okay so we're relatively good at those decisions like "what should I wear today?" and "holy shit, coco pops or toast? MIND FUCK." (well I know I do...) but when we're asked to choose prerequisite subjects for a career I don't even know I want to have, I just want to bury my head under a pillow until it's over.
What if I want to change career paths when I'm 24? What if I'm no longer interested in being a child psychologist, because in actual fact I've known for quite a while that I can't stand children, let alone those with issues?
What if I didn't do the prerequisite subjects, and am now, in laments terms, utterly up shit creek?
What if I don't want to do maths, yet everyone has told me I should?
What if I drop out now and become a stripper named Cherine?
Maybe the teachers never assumed we didn't all want amazingly prestigious jobs.
Hell, I'm sure there's at least one kid who's got his heart set on becoming a derro living in a dumpster in Hosier Lane.
Why do I have to make all these decisions NOW when I still have trouble deciding which shoes to wear with which dress?!
I don't want to turn 21 and look back at when I was making these choices, and regret that I didn't do maths or a specific subject.
But I don't want to do it, hate it, and in the end not benefit from it and have wasted mine and the teachers time.

Also, its scary to think that in less than two years I'll most likely have my P-plates.
I'll be able to drive wherever I want, I'll have more freedom.
Heck, maybe I'll even have a car. (It's either that or invest in a bicycle that makes car noises and has rear-vision mirrors).
My friends will be grown up too.
Some I mightn't stay in touch with, some I'm not even close with now.
But it's frightening to think that school has given everyone so many connections and they can all be lost just because of a simple act of laziness. (I'll be the lazy one so I'm being preemptively hypocritical) but.. I'm honestly scared guys.

I don't want to lose people.
I don't want my life to go badly downhill.
I don't want to do maths.


So I'll listen to this song instead.
Its saaaa pretty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWify5zd61o

.

You either care too much or not enough.
Judge too much, assume too much, bitch to much.
Society is fucked.
People are being ridiculed for their race, gender and sexualities, and barely anyone seems to give a shit simply because it's not happening to them.

I've been depressed before, cut before, cried before, been uncontrollably anxious, paranoid for no reason, and I'm bisexual.
All of the above appear to be 'open to ridicule'.
I find it ridiculous.

Just because someone doesn't understand, they don't think it's right.
"You're bi? That can't happen. That's disgusting"

It can happen, fuck you.

"...Why did you cut yourself for? People only do that for attention"

I wasn't doing it for attention, fuck you.

You don't understand, don't judge me on that basis alone.



Also, I miss rachel le roy.
<3 effy.

Your life is yours, to do with what you wish.

I hate it how my mother thinks she still has control over my life. I want to be the one in control, after all, I think 16 years of living in a household with her entitles me to that.
But apparently, I don't have control of my life. Not in the slightest.

Towards the end of last year, I'd decided I didn't want to go into VCE education, that I wanted to drop out and study something at TAFE. First time I ran the idea past my mother, she was like "well as long as you find something worthwhile to study". Second time I mentioned it, she said "mmm...I'm not sure about that." Third time, "YOU'RE FINISHING SCHOOL RIGHT THROUGH TO YEAR 12!"
I was so fucking pissed off. And thinking about it, I still am.

And today, she told me I'm doing maths in year 11, despite the fact I blatantly refused and had only JUST finished complaining about how much its confusing me already, and how much I hate the teacher.
I don't understand that woman, because regardless I'll be bad at maths.

I don't care how much she wants me to do maths, there's no fucking way in hell I will.
To be honest I can't even be fucked continuing onto year 11.
To be even MORE honest, I can't even be fucked going tomorrow.

And my attitude towards school has only changed since I moved maths classes, TODAY.
It's amazing how something so insignificant as a teacher can completely change my outlook and my approach to the subject.
If I had a different English teacher, I'd probably hate the subject. But my English teacher is a legend.
I had a legendary maths teacher, but now I have some mole-covered bloke who I'm pretty sure is a paedophile.

I can't handle it guys, I really can't.

I think I'll start my career as a prostitute named Karisma Paradyse.

Epic fucking fail at school, I don't even give a shit what my enter score is.

Apologies, folks.

I apologize profusely for my lack of blogging of late.
Honestly I've been quite busy, I haven't been avoiding this.
Trust me, if I could I'd sit and post pointless (and meaningful) blogs all day.
But apparently that isn't acceptable and I have to move away from the computer and 'communicate' with other people or worse, 'socialize'.
(Terribly horrible concept for a person who's ideal holiday involves her bedroom, an art diary, paints and some food).

Also, I've come to the conclusion that I am immensely lazy, therefore I won't be posting any more of those "day: ..." blogs. Because really for me, that's a bit too much effort to exert. Also because some of the days aren't particularly interesting or I don't have a witty answer to them, and thats el-bull-ploppo.

So I thought I'd touch base, before I journey off to school tomorrow for term three. My life will no longer consist of waking up at midday, stumbling out of my room to make an epic brunch, watching tv, writing a blog/story, painting and generally being a lazy sod.
Instead I shall be getting up at 6:30 every day, attempting to style my hair differently (it hasn't worked so far, I only have 3 hairstyles and I'm only allowed to wear 2 of those at school, motherfuckers) getting out of the house by 7:30, getting on the bus and going to school.
Bloody bullshit innit?
I thought so.

I haven't even gone back yet and I already miss sleeping in.

OH OH OH.
The other day, Friday I believe it was, I went to the city with A & R.
If I were only given the opportunity to recommend TWO shops to you,
one would be TYPO (best stationery store ever, I've never been excited by it until I went there)
and THE SUGAR STATION (Southern Cross Station's way of keeping people entertained so they don't notice that their train is 3 days late).
Both are absolutely amazing, I bought a random exercise book and a mug in Typo, and an entire friggen bag of lollies in The Sugar Station.
It actually excited me, being able to choose whatever lollies I wanted.
So good guys, I recommend it.

I also apologize for my inability to stick to one topic, I'm sort of like a hyperactive toddler with ADD in a toy store, I don't know what to look at but whatever I find I want, and I'll tell you about it before stopping midway through a sentence and running off to go and look at the new transformers toy.

Uhm.

I've lost my train of thought...
I better go and pack my stuff for tomorrow, then tie a rope from the fan and hang myself with it.
Kcool.

I'll blog about it later, you're all invited to my funeral.
<3
effy.

My sister makes me laugh.

So this is a FULL conversation which we had over Facebook.
My god, we're hilarious when we argue.

Alison:"Felicity
Thom likes Guys who actually appreciate
girls instead of using them for sex."



this disturbs and amuses me.
...mostly disturbs.

Me: You cockrocket, I never said I was with the guys.
I know guys who are doing that to their girlfriends and its fucking sick.
Only with them so they can get a free root.
ffs woman. T_T
go learn how to reverse a car before you drive it into a pool or something.

‎Alison: 1. I am not a "cockrocket".
2. "Free roots" are an important aspect of being male. (It is how the population of Frankston has thrived for so long.) Also, if your friends are too thick to notice they're being played, they're probably just in it for the free root as well.
3. How dare you. We dont even have a pool.

Me: 1. Sad that even you are in denial about your true self.
2. I know they are, it's the ones who stick with the girl JUST for the free roots that disgust me.
I wouldn't give if they were off playing other people, but its the one person that gets constantly played, thinking they're in a trusting relationship when in actual fact they're just more exciting than the guys hand.
3. It won't be our pool.

‎Alison: 1. I am not in denial about my true self, but it is writ that The Messiah shalt not openly declare thyself The Messiah to man.
2. I refer to the phrase frequently used by feminists: "All Men Are Bastards". With the exception of Robert Downey Jr.
3. Damn. I'll need to get better insurance then if I still want to get a hilarious entry on womendrivers.com

Me: 1. You just openly admitted you are the messiah to me.

on facebook.
you suck, jesus.
2. Can Jude Law be excluded from that phrase as well?
Not all men are bastards..... See more
Just the ones with small penises and low self esteems.
3. Make sure I'm not in the car when you plunge it into a swimming pool.

‎Alison: 1. No I didnt. I just casually offered you that tasty fact. The Bible is so interesting. It's just lucky I read it every night so that I remember it all.
2. No. He fucked his child's hot nanny while he was married. He is a bastard. Most men are bastards until age 35, when everything starts to shrink/sag/fall off and they panic about dying alone and... See more decide actually treating a woman with respect would be better than the former option.
3.Of course you won't be in the car. Who do you think is going to take the photo?

Me: ‎1.....I was wondering why that Bible was tucked under your pillow... I knew it wasn't just because you were seeking forgiveness for the 19 years of visual assault you've put people through just by existing.
2. Who wouldn't fuck their child's hot nanny while they were married?
Robert Downey Jr did & sold drugs ffs! How does that not categorize him as a bastard?
3. Point well made.
Just make sure Dad isn't in the car at the time, or anywhere in the vicinity as I fear he may suffer a coronary.... See more
Mum, on the other hand...
I mean what? *shifty eyes*

‎Alison: 1. I dont keep it under my pillow anymore. I've started strapping it to my face. It stops said visual assualt and allows me to keep up with Psalms in my daily life.
2. A person with any self respect for their relationship, their family and most importantly their spouse. You have just undone your entire argument about men being interesting in women... See more for something more than sex.
3. Robert Downey Jr is a "hardcore motherfucker". Not a "bastard". Similar, but subtly different.
4. Did you just threaten to kill mum? That's awesome. We could get on A Current Affair. "Teen Driven (get it? coz I'm driving?) To The Edge By Condescending Mother"

‎Me: 1. It must be an awfully small Bible, because I still feel horrifically assaulted whenever I see you. Maybe I've just become immune.
2. Bugger that, Jude Law is still fucking sexy.
3. Go shit in your shoe.
4. Perhaps I did. Yes, I get it. Nice pun, muff face.
You'd get arrested, how fun. ... See more
At least then prisoners would physically abuse you for all the visual assault you've caused people over time.

Alison: I like how your argument now relies less and less on valid points, and more on calling me a muff face and insinuating prison shower scenes.
This amuses me greatly.
I win.
PS. As it happens it is my pocket Bible. I keep one in all my pockets. And on my face.
Peace be with you.

Me: As may already be astonishingly obvious, my intelligence decreases as the evening goes on.
Insults are how I get by, muff face.
Pfft, you live for the prison shower scenes.
I'm now tempted to stickytape a bible to your face.

Also. Was this even a competition?

Alison: Ah, we're calling it "intelligence" now, are we?
Muff face might just catch on. It's definitely superior to cock rocket.
I try to aim slightly higher than living for prison shower scenes. Also,
have you not been paying attention to this thread? I already have a perfectly good Bible on my face.
And yes. As my sibling, my life is a competition with you. Whoever wins gets to live and leave the nest and prosper in the wild. It's harsh, but that's how nature works...

Me: Well generally people consider it to be 'scribblings of a retard' rather than intelligence.
It might catch on. I hope it does. Don't let it die! Muff face.
It takes you an awful long time to reply to these things, yet I can see you're not busy as we're sitting less than two metres away....
Your bible must be small, I can't even see it.
& wow, that's something to look forward to.. and who exactly decides on the winner?

Alison: Its not a literal bible. It's in my mind. And my heart. And on the face of every child. In the eye of every lamb.
Or something like that.
I decide, muff face. Basically in about three years I'm going to kill you. You might think I'm sitting here doing nothing but actually I'm formulating a complex Wile. E. Coyote-style plan for your untimely demise.

Me: Then I shall stick a literal one on there, for fun and amusement and a break from the eyesore of which you've become.
Had you never noticed that all of Wile. E Coyete's plans backfired on him?
Have fun with that, Einstein ;)

Alison: The key difference between me and Wile E. Coyote is that I am not Wile. E. Coyote and I do not get my murderous tools from ACME. Thus my plan shalt not backfire.
I look forward to receiving His love on my face.
(lols)

Me: I look forward to watching you epically fail, as you have done so previously in your life.
It'll be the only love you receive on your face mate.

Alison: Well of course it will, no one is going to love me with a fucking Bible strapped to my head are they??
Then again, you never know. Some Christians could get randy.
I have never in my life failed epically.

Me No one will love you if they're able to see your face!
Have you never? Does stacking it up the stairs in front of the school not constitute an epic fail?

Alison: :O

OH YOU DIDNT
YOUUUUUU MOTHERFUCKER
and you fail to take into account a very very blind man.

Me: I DID!
Let me remind you that it was in fact YOU who said in the first place that the Bible was there to shield your ugliness?
Does said blind man also have no taste of touch, smell or taste?... See more
He better not, otherwise your relationship won't last long.
Stock up on your cats, crazy cat lady. You'll need them for the company.

Alison: THIS HAS CROSSED THE LINE
WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN FOR?!

Me: YOU FUCKING STARTED IT,
YOU MUFF MUNCHER!



and thus concludes the most pointless argument of the weekend.

I hope it brought some smiles :)
<3 effy.

I wrote a song, I wrote a song for you.

Upon writing this blog I inform you that previously I read my sister's blog.
Truer words were never spoken. (with the exception of 'the universe was fucked by the human condition' and 'DAMN YOUSA SEXY BITCH)

My mother has been overtly influential in my life.
For a while I've been wanting to start writing again, I missed being able to express myself, until recently where I found inspiration & started writing.
I found the inspiration in my mother.
But not the mushy inspiration, more the "quick, she's about to shit on our parade again, get out your umbrella" type.

My story will show the same angst, prejudice and unnecessary anger between family members that I experience.


Fuck, sometimes I think my mum still has the mindset of a 4 year old.
Go throw a tantrum, numpty.

T_T

<3 a tired, angry effy.

Day 10: Favorite Outfit. Day 11: Recent Picture of Yourself. Day 12: Where Your Family Is From

HEY GUYS :D

Guess what?
I'm an extremely lazy person. And, being the lazy bugger that I am, I've decided to put these 'days' together, to make my life easier and to hurry it up and finish ha.

Favourite outfit: birthday suit, ADUH.

Recent picture of me:
(I'm in the middle)

aaaand.
Where my family is from.

Mum: England, lived in New Zealand, moved around a lot, settled in Arse-straaalia.

Dad: Born and bred Aussie :)

So I'm half english, huzzah!

:)

now it's time for me to go and google more pictures of Arthur Darvill because after seeing him constantly on Doctor Who, I have grown to him :)
He is adorable.

GOOGLE HIM IF YOU WANT TO SEE HIS SEXEH FACE.

:)
<3 effy.

Day 6: Favourite Song & Day 9: Favourite Flower.

I was recently informed by a reliable source that I missed out day 6, because clearly, at 16, I haven't yet grasped the art of counting.
(I'm practicing extra hard, I promise)
;)

I have a few favourite songs (as you can tell, I don't like to single things out, that's just harsh.. it's either that or I'm hella crap at deciding things, which I am) and these change regularly.
1. Bang Bang Bang - Mark Ronson ft. Q-Tip & MNDR.
2. 21 @ 12 - Hot Hot Heat
3. Green Grass - Scarlett Johansson

Also, Angus & Julia Stone's albums "down the way" and "a book like this". They make me very happy, and they're uber chill :)

This blog isn't remotely interesting..
time to ramble maybe?

Recently watched The Graham Norton show, which brings many laughs. Katy Perry was a guest, and I now know that I like her.
She's adorable!
Plus she's not an overly shit singer..so uhm.
Yeah.
Clearly I'm not great at writing overtly inspirational blogs when I haven't had much sleep or inspiration...


I think ima go paint a fox.

:D <3 effy.

Day 7: Favorite TV Show. & Day 8: Pictures Of Your Room

Yeah look, I missed a day because of the fuLly hekT1c life I lead, bro.
So I shall combine the two, thus bringing me up to date.

Day 7: Flavourite TV show. I have six main favourites :D
- Supernatural
- Simpsons
- Skins
- Catherine Tate Show
- The Mighty Boosh
- The IT Crowd.

They're all awesomely amazingly awesome so if you haven't seen any of them I suggest you get on that shit right now before I send someone to hunt you down with a shotgun :)

Day 8: Pictures Of My Room.
I took pictures of my room quickly as I saw what Day 8 was all about.
So uhh.
There's an extra bed in my room, since my friend slept over last night and I haven't got around to cleaning it up yet...
I took 1 picture from each corner :)
but since the pictures are so goddamn heeeeewge, and their immense size makes this computer want to cower in a corner in fear, I shall simply upload my favourite one.
Or try to, at least.

So this is my favourite one, despite the fact it's all pixelated and ghey and nooby T____T But it has my bass in it, my 5 Gum collection, some short stack pictures, a picture of me on the door from when I was a toddler (A & R put that up there) and some of my artwork is there too :)




I love my room incredibly.

Not our internet speed though...

<3 effy.

Day 5: Favorite Food

ONE OF THESE BABIES!!!!

Medium quarter pounder meal, with fanta instead of coke PLEASE AND THANK YOU :D

Although on closer inspection it's horridly obvious that everything in the picture above is fake, it's all too perfect.
I found that out recently, that they don't use real food in ads, they use fake stuff to make it look nicer.
I mean, really?! C'mon guys, I'll eat the burger by choice, not because I saw a plastic one on TV.
But the fact that they don't advertise their own food by USING their own real food, is a little disconcerting, purely because that means they don't...believe? in their own products enough to let them sell themselves?
That's warped if you ask me.

But I'll never pass up an opportunity to eat one of those meals 8)

Some other omnomnom that I like to omnomnom on when I'm feeling unhealthy:
- Popcorn with chicken salt.
- Nachos and sour cream.

and for those with a decadent taste bud, and a yummy tummy, (I'll tell you the process so you can do it at home and die of a cholesterol overdose in the future much like I shall)
~ 1 bowl
~ 3 scoops of vanilla ice cream
~ 1 small packet of triple choc mini cookies
~ 1 tbsp of nutella.

Scoop ice cream into bowl, pour crushed cookies on top, melt nutella in microwave (1 minute minimum), pour liberally over the top of your ice cream & crushed cookies.
Mix in well with a spoon until nutella blends with ice cream, forming a new type of chocolate ice cream.

If you don't try it, you're seriously missing out on life.

It's epic shit.

Man, this blog makes me seem fat.

I will be one day if I don't get healthy...

/eats apple.

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Day 4: Favorite Book

You know, I'm a pro at remembering book titles but shithouse as remembering their authors..

So I'll just name a few books and their authors if I remember them.
The Messenger - Markus Zusak
People Might Hear You - Robin Klein
Before I die - Margaret something or other...

and a few others.
But like. yeah.
I read, I like, I put it down, move on, forget about it.
I've read heaps of good books throughout my life :)

#nerdherd.

<3 effy.