CAN'T SLEEP

CAN'T SLEEP... CLOWN'LL EAT ME...

CAN'T SLEEP... CLOWN'LL EAT ME...

CAN'T SLEEP... CLOWN'LL EAT ME...

Do you ever find yourself sitting on your bed late at night unable to sleep? As if that wasn't bad enough, do you then realise you're rocking back and forth - involuntarily? A quote from Bart Simpson fits perfectly here!

"Can't sleep... Clown'll eat me..."

It's perfect because as we all know - The Simpsons is a documentary. My mum tries to tell me it's not, but I know better! It's just like the fact - and I mean fact here - that Xena can't fly, but Lucy Lawless can. Some people I know relate rocking back and forth to being on Speed, but I know I'm not on Speed, so that can't be it.

Are you reading this?

In all honesty, I have no point here. I haven't posted a blog in ages, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. But I'm really just prattling on and typing heaps so it can't auto save this blog. Did you know this Blogger has this silly auto save thing? While you're typing the button says "save now" but if you stop typing for a matter of seconds, it auto saves it! It kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a "save now" button, doesn't it?

How would you feel if you were a "save now" button and then suddenly your whole purpose in life was taken away from you. Stripped away like a... Corn husk! That's right, I'm tired and I'm using the word husk. It sounds kind of wrong, but it's funny.

I was going to put an update of me and my tonsils on here. You know, pictures, details, how I'm feeling. All that kind of stuff. But then I realised. I don't want to think about it! My tonsils pretty much rule my life at the moment. They're pesky and I hate them. I've been stuck with the huge worthless things for the past four months and I've lost 18 kgs. They're so large I can't eat properly, sleep properly, or speak properly.

I get mocked and made fun of because I mumble. I frustrated a telemarketer today to the point where she hung up on me because she couldn't understand me. Repeating what Rose says, in the way she says it, has become a new sport - and my family are all champions!

I get told of for telling someone they're fat - even when it's in jest. But other people are allowed to give me a hard time for being "anorexic". Hmm, maybe that's not a bad thing. If the lady at the Caf was worried I was too skinny last year, think of how much free food I'll get this year!

I'm tired and exhausted. Plus I have lots of bruises on my pale white legs. Maybe if I bashed my legs 'round a bit, I'd even look tanned!

The middle of the night is seriously the trippiest time ever. I can't tell the difference between when I'm awake or when I'm asleep. I'll always wake up and think I'm supposed to be playing on RuneScape or reading my book or something, but then I'll realise I'm not.

Wow, this whole time it hasn't auto saved my blog! I'll beat that auto save feature yet. I'm in full support of the "save now" button. Yes siree! Although, you can tell I'm just constantly typing things out. My focus shifts heaps fast too. Two seconds ago I was completely down about the whole tonsil thing, now I'm thinking of how pretty ovalteenies are, and now I'm thinking about my H.A.M. robes and wondering if I should sell them. I remember when getting 5gp for a glass of beer made me feel like I was making good money. Now my trade limit has gone up to 24,650k or something. I have over 100 quest points, it's so cool. And I'm the coolest person ever.

Okay, okay, I'm done now. If you read this much, I'll give you a prize, but of course, with all prizes, there'll be a surprise quiz before I'll give it to you, okay?

Merry Christmas.

New Look!

My blog has a new look! Okay, so it's not new. I used to have it, but I got really sick of the gray. Here I was thinking, "Hey, I like gray! It'll make my profile look great!" And how wrong was I! I like my black. It's visually pleasing to me, I don't really care that you find it hard to read - not this week at least.

I went to my Molly's awards thing at school today. She won a thousand awards and looked pretty while she was doing it. I didn't get any photos of it or anything, and my mum (lifeatrosemaryhill) says every good blog post has a picture, so I've stolen one of hers! (yet again)



This is my Jess and my neffew Jonas. This photo has completely captured Jonas perfectly! That's what he's really like! He's one cute kid, but heavy too. No wonder my Jess is buff!

In other news, I bought the new J.K. Rowling book. The Tales of Beedle the Bard. It's a really good book. Plus it's short, so I've read it about a hundred times already. This is what it looks like.



Pretty cool hey? You can look at that and be pleased with your $9.99 purchase. Considering it has 108 pages and only just went on sale, it's really good. Then you google it to find an image to put on your blog and you see the way cooler version of the cover. And you once again feel jiped and let down that your life sucks.


But seriously, it's a great book - you should read it.

Catch up!

Catch up time! I have a nephew! Or as we like to say it at my house, neff-oo! They put him in a plastic cage. Mum called it an isolette, but that's just a fancy word for plastic cage. Yeah, I stole the picture from mums blog.



And then I took this picture when I went to the hospital to visit Jonas (my neff-oo) and Jess. Oh yeah, did I mention his name is Jonas?



I have such great picture taking skills... *cough*

xx

Sewing

Sewing is something I'm good at. You could even say I might have a talent for it. Of course it's a talent that takes a lot of time, effort and practice, but I am good at it. I can follow a pattern and even make my own patterns. I think it's cool.

The beehives at church asked me to teach them how to make their own skirt pattern and skirt, so I did! This is the skirt Candice made.


I was quite proud of her! In two one hour blocks, she made the pattern, cut out the fabric, learnt how to use a sewing machine and sewed the whole skirt! Well, except for the hem at the bottom, but I'm confident she can do that herself. She did a really good job on the skirt, so either I'm really good at teaching, or she's a fast learner... As much as I'd like it to be the first, I'm pretty sure she's a really fast learner.

Ad of course, Emily couldn't resist getting in for the picture either!

xx

I'm not too bright

Good evening men! It's story time! Wanna know why it's story time? Because Molly's asleep and I'm too tired to sleep. I bet you wish you were as cool as I am...

ANYWAY!

When I was about four, one of my older sisters told me that what you see in the mirror and in photographs isn't really real because they're only copies or reflections, and they lie about what you look like. It made sense to me at the time, but we all know I'm pretty gullible!

So one day I decided I wanted to know what my hair really looked like. It was pretty long, so I could have just held one of the ends up to my face, but instead I was convinced that I had to cut some off to be able to see it properly - just to be sure.

So I did. I got some scissors, and cut off a chunk of my fringe. Can you say stupid? I looked at it and realised it looked exactly like it does in the mirror! Then I was faced with the issue of how to dispose of the "evidence". I couldn't just dump it in the kitchen bin because my mum would surely see it, so I carefully hid it in my sock drawer. No one would see it there.

By some sheer luck, no one noticed that I'd cut off part of my fringe. Maybe they thought it was supposed to be like that? I don't know. I thought I was in the clear, until Easter morning a few weeks later when my dad was hiding the Easter eggs, my secret was discovered... How was I supposed to know he'd want to hide the eggs in my sock drawer! If only I'd had a better hiding place...

The moral of this story is, never listen to your older siblings! Especially if they're girls and don't like you. Of course I could go on telling you how extremely daft I am because I kept listening to and doing everything that sister told me to do, but I wont. I have to save some of my stories for the next time I'm too tired to sleep - I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again tomorrow night!

xx

Zebra Crossings

Zebra crossings or pedestrian crossings, whatever you like you call them, have a hidden meaning! All this time I'd thought that cars were supposed to give way to all pedestrians as soon as they were on the crossing. But really that's not how it works at all! If a car is approaching a crossing and they can see a pedestrian on it, or coming close to it, they're supposed to immediately speed up. It's a new rule for me, so I'm still trying to grasp the concept because IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!!

For those of you who are stupid, that's not a new rule. People are just idiots... And if you thought I was being serious, chances are, you're also an idiot.

It's much the same at intersections with traffic lights too. Often it will be go for the pedestrians, and the cars wanting to turn around the corner will have a "Turn left with care" sign or something. Apparently turning left with care includes running over the pedestrians. It's like they think it's their right to go before you because they're bigger and scarier. Or in some cases recently, it's their right to hit you with their car, because their car is bigger then you are. They get really annoyed when you walk really slow too.

See, I think cars are really scary. I've never been hit as in, "fall down your dead" hit by a car, but one time on the way to uni a car hit me and threw me off balance. Nothing major, I just ended up with a bruise on my leg, but they seemed to think it was okay to touch me with their car, then keep driving.

It's always best to have to cross roads when I'm with mum. She's not scared of cars, but they're scared of her! She always walks on the side that the cars are coming and says, "They wont hit me because they know they'll get a great big huge dent in the front of their car!" She's very reassuring. Plus you can feel safe that they're not going to get out of their car and come beat you up because mum's big and scary... Well, she's not really big and scary, but you know... She's big and scary! I wouldn't pick a fight with her because she'd probably squash me.

And that concludes my rant about cars and driving. You should all know that cars are death traps waiting to happen. It doesn't matter if you're a good driver or not, because someone else wont be and they will kill you. Keep yourself and your loved ones safe by never going out. Always stay home in bed and read books - like me!

xx

I have something to say

For the first time in a few weeks, I actually have something I want to share! I've been thinking about this kind of thing for the past week or so, but it all keeps getting mixed up in my head. So if it makes no sense, don't worry. No one understands what I'm saying recently. Especially not people at uni, but I think that's because they think that they're too smart.

Yesterday in Foundation Studies at uni we started a new project called 'Project 4'. They're really inventive with the names of these assignments... Anyway, this project is based around a list of truisms used by Jenny Holzer in 1983. It's a huge list, so we only have to pick one, and we then have to base our project on it.

One that stood out to me the most said, 'People who do not work with their hands are parasites'. I would have thought it was near impossible not to work with your hands - you know? It's kind of an every day living thing. But then it became clear to me that for some people, it wasn't natural at all.

I also worked out that most people have a different opinion of what working with your hands really is. One girl defined filling her dishwasher as working with her hands... Which I guess is technically true, but the dishwasher is doing all the real work for you. You'd think working with your hands when it comes to dishes would be cleaning them yourself.

Having a dishwasher is a bit like having a maid. It does the work for you. There are people at uni who 'get a woman in' to clean their houses for them. There are others who have their mommy dearest do it for them, and in some cases daddy darling does it. When those kids move out they're going to find life pretty hard.

The most shocking thing I found out this week was that not everyone knows how to use a can opener! I was talking to one girl who had never opened a can in her life. And she's in her 20's.

Of course, this is just another rant of mine, but still... Oh, and did you know that I say the work 'rant' wrong? People keep telling me so =D

But anyway, I feel sick. And I've had a headache for the past week. If anyone knows how to make it go away, please do!

xx