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.

<3 style="font-style: italic;">effy

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.

100 questions & answers to know me a bit better :)

1. Real name – felicity jayne thom.
2. Do you like it? – i've grown to like it.
3. Single or taken – single
4. Zodiac sign – Taurus
5. Male or female - female.
6. Elementary – Killara
7. Middle – Aitken
8. High school – Still Aitken.
9. College - honestly not sure.
10. Hair color – brown & black/dark brown underneath.
12. Hair length -- getting longer :D
13. Current worry - mum.
14. Race – caucasian.
15. Are you a health freak?- far from it.
16. Height – 165cm.
17. Do you have a crush on someone? - *sigh* unfortunately.
18. Do you like yourself? -Most of myself.
19. Piercings – 11 ;)
20. Tattoos – not just yet.
21. Righty or lefty – Righty
FIRSTS-
22. First surgery – never had one.
23. First piercings - ears.
24. First best friend – A & J.
25. First award – Pupil of the week in P.S ;)
26. First sport – gymnastics, actually.
27. First pet – Sugar, the dog.
28. First vacation – England, 1995?
29. First teacher - Ms. Wallace?
30. First crush - His name was Adam.
K THIS OR THAT-
31. Orange or apple juice - Orange :D
32. Rock or rap - rock.
33. Country or screamo – Screamo.
34. Nsync or Backsteet Boys - an AK 47.
35. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera- Christina.
36. Night or day - Both.
39. Playstation or xbox – xbox :)
40. Kiss or hug – depends who it's from...
41. Iguana or turtle – turtle! :)
43. Fall or spring – fall
44. Limewire or iTunes – iTunes.
46. Soccer or baseball – uhh. Baseball.
50. Drink - Dr Pepper.
51. About to – eat some omnom.
53. Singing- I loooove it :)
54. Typing – I can touch type.
FUTURE-
55. Want kids? – no.
56. When? – ...
57. Want to get married? - some day :)
58. When? – mid twenties?
59. Where do you want to live? – UK
60. How many kids do you want? – 0
61. Any name on the mind? – ..
62. What did you want to be when you were little? – a vet, and a hairdresser. Not at the same time.
63. What do you think you'll really be doing? – Probably nursing or something.
64. Mellow future or wild – A mixture of the two.
67. When do you wanna die? – when it's time. Either that, or before 21st of December 2012, where the whole world goes up shit creek.
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX-
68. Lips or eyes – Eyes.
69. Hugging or kissing – both.
70. Shorter or taller – Taller, definitely.
71. Tan skinned or light – doesn't matter.
72. Romantic or spontaneous - both!
73. Dark or light hair – don't mind.
74. Muscular or normal – also don't mind.
75. Hook-up or relationship – Relationship
76. Similar to you or different- similar in some aspects, different in others.
HAVE YOU EVER-
78. Kissed a stranger – Lolno.
79. Drank bubbles - ewno.
80. Broken a bone – nono.
81. Climbed up a tree – yes yes yes :) /wants to climb tree now.
82. Broken someone’s heart – yeah. sorry..
83. Turned someone down – yes.
84. Had your heart broken – yes :(
85. Liked a friend as more than a friend – yes :/
DO YOU BELIEVE IN-
86. Yourself – sort of.
87. Miracles – eh.
88. Love at first sight - *lust.
89. Santa Claus – no.
90. Kiss on first date – sure.
91. Angels – IF THEY'RE ANYTHING LIKE CASTIEL FROM SUPERNATURAL, FUCK YEEEAH!

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY-
92. Are there one or more people you want to be with right now? – Yes.
93. Who is it? – One of my close friends whom I've known since year 7, and the other is someone I met this year.
94. Do you love them? – yeah.
LASTS-
95. Text message – Simon F.
96. Received call - /shrugs. No one calls me. I don't like answering phones.
97. Call made –Emma..?
98. Facebook message- Some random guy. Nice guy though :)
99. Missed call – unknown number.
100. Who will you tag that will do this?- no one. Muwahahahah.

Hope you learned something...
effy <3

Day 3: Favourite Musician

To choose just one musician would be a blatant crime.
But...I suppose for the sake of this blog I'm going to choose Angus and Julia Stone.


"Met him, down by the sea. He said I looked like, someone he knew. I said I don't know anyone, so how could I possibly know you? & He took, my hand. Finally, I, understand what it means to be here, with you."



Plus, Angus is mighty sexy!
Despite the fact his name is Angus, and occasionally he grows an outrageously horrid beard.






<3
effy.

Day 2: Favorite Movie

Look...when asked what my favourite movie is..well. I just can't come to a conclusion.
I have waaaay too many to name. But here are a few, off the top of my head :)
- Shaun of the Dead
- Hot Fuzz
- Saw I, II & III ( I haven't seen any of the others)
- Role Models
- The Hangover
- Iron man & Iron Man 2.
- The Island
- Sherlock Holmes
- Transformers 1 & 2.

and so many more. But like. I can't think of any.
Pretty much every good movie we own.

11:11

As I wrote the title to this, the clock struck (well not really, its digital, but let's go with it anyway) 11:11 and I felt the need to do some blogging.








I had an alterior motive for this blog anyway.
I'd like to NOT sound like your usual, prying, complaining, hormonally imbalanced adolescent in the rest of this blog, but I fear I can't.

I'm fucking sick of being single.

Okay, so occasionally being single has its perks. Flings with people, random hook ups (which I never seem to get anyway), the general feeling of freedom.
But lately, all I feel is lonely.
I have my beautiful friends and family, but my heart always seems sore.
True, it may be high cholesterol due to the obscene amount of junk food I've been eating.. but I'm 98% sure that it's not.
Everytime I fuck up with someone I like, it's like a bit of my heart falls to my feet.
(No, I do not have cankles, if you were wondering..)
I just can't handle it anymore. So many people I know are always 'out with their boyfriends', blatantly spreading the word of their love through facebook.
Okay guys, I get it. Please stop making me feel like shit on your shoe.

I always seem to do the wrong thing, say something I shouldn't, text just a bit too much, think about them too much, tell them I like them. All of which are mistakes that I seem to repeatedly make. Yes, you learn from your mistakes. But that isn't a guarantee that you won't repeat them.
I wish someone had taught me that from an early age, because I can't stop fucking repeating myself.
You know how people say life is a road that you'll gradually move down? Occasionally making wrong turns, or finding new roads, but usually you get back on track.
To me, my life isn't a road. At least not a straight one. You see, I was walking down my life road, until I hit a roundabout at age 8. Now it's all I seem to do, go around in circles. Sometimes things aren't too bad, and it seems as if you might be getting away, but then you end up right back where you started.
I've run out of avenues to express my inane feelings in, painting, singing, drawing, writing and bass no longer help.

All I want is you, and I know thats possibly the one thing I'll never get :(


(well maybe that, and a flying green elephant)

...I wouldn't mind a flying green elephant.
Put that on my list guys, birthday next year ;)

<3 effy.

Day 1: Favorite Actor(s)

Male: definitely Jensen Ackles. It's actually hard to not pay attention.













If it weren't already painstakingly obvious, Scarlett Johansson :)
Her husky voice is prrrrrrdy.

So i'm determined to get through all of this.

Day 1: Favorite Actor(s)
Day 2: Favorite Movie
Day 3: Favourite Musician
Day 4: Favorite Book
Day 5: Favorite Food
Day 6: Favorite Song
Day 7: Favorite TV Show
Day 8: Pictures Of Your Room
Day 9: Favorite Flower
Day 10: Favorite Outfit
Day 11: Recent Picture of Yourself
Day 12: Where Your Family Is From
Day 13: Favorite Meme
Day 14: Favorite Purchase Ever Made
Day 15: Current Grades
Day 16: Future Tattoos
Day 17: A Childhood Picture
Day 18: Favorite Board Game
Day 19: Something That Made You Smile This Day
Day 20: A 10+ Year Old Picture
Day 21: Favorite Movie Quote
Day 22: Picture Of You On This Day
Day 23: Favorite Music Video
Day 24: Something Embarrassing In Your Room
Day 25: A Picture From One of the Greatest Days of Your Life
Day 26: A Photo You Took
Day 27: A photo of you taken recently
Day 28: A favorite song
Day 29: One of your most prized possessions
Day 30: Somewhere you want to visit
Day 31: Whomever you find most attractive in this world

People Might Hear You..

TIME TO GET MY NERD ON THESE HOLIDAYS!

I've been reading incessantly, even when I was at my beautiful best friends house.
I think her cats got used to me being around, because they starting climbing over me as if I were a piece of furniture.
But her cats are cute, so its okay.

...Back to the nerdiness.
I finished reading 'People Might Hear You - Robin Klein' last night.
I spent about three hours sitting in bed, with my eyes straining in the dim light and my mind trying to switch off as it was 1am and I was uber tired, but I persevered and read til I could no more! Or at least until the end of the book.....

For those marginally interested..
The book is about a 12 year old girl named Frances. She lives in an apartment above a shop with her Auntie, where they just manage to get by. One day, her aunt (Aunt Loris) tells Frances that she and her would be moving in with a man called Finley Tyrell and his three daughters Rosgrana, Helen and Claire. Aunt Loris was to be wed to Finley. The only thing strange about this whole situation was that they all belonged to a religion (the Tyrell family), that believed in a coming war. The people who weren't members of the religion/temple, would perish in this war.
At first Frances has to comply with all the rules of the household when she moves in, no going outside alone, no leaving the house, no opening the windows (which have been painted over and are wired to an alarm system that will go off as soon as the windows are opened), no speaking during meal times, no raising of voices...
There are many rules of which Frances is supposed to comply with, and for at least 3 months she does, before she gets sick of them and rebels. Finley gets irate about this, and even her own Aunt Loris appears to have turned against her. Finley thinks the only option left is to send Frances to the Temple for three months for intensive training in the religion's practices. The night before she is supposed to be sent away, Frances convinces Helen, the only Tyrell daughter who had shown little hostility towards Frances during her entire stay, to steal her fathers keys so they can escape.
And that's exactly what they do.


So basically I recommend if anyone liked what I just wrote (pretty much you've read the book in about 2 paragraphs) you should try and pick up a copy of this book, its pretty awesome and it got me hooked.
Towards the end of the book, I actually felt angry for Frances, having to comply with such ludicrous rules. I admire a writer who can make the reader feel like that, empathetic towards the protagonist.

Anyway, enough of my book club nonsense, happy friday everyone.

Its niceness Friday, according to John and Ellen.
Get on it.

<3 effy.