these gloriously grass-stained gowns .

What time is it?
...
No, I don't really care about what time it is.

SUMMEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
YAAAAYYYYYY!

To the many people who loathe summer, you've all had a disgustingly cold winter already. It's been butt-freezing, eye-wincing, finger-chilling and rainy. Absolutely horrible!

..yeah, everyone should be feeling that slight tingle of foreboding inch up their spines right about now. It's going to a be a really really boring blog entry! As in, really really really really really really really boring and bad because I have nothing to write about! That's how boring it will be!
And when I write like this, I never proofread either, so it will be baaadddd. And boring!

So I think I'll try and inject some sensibility into this because everyone should be solemn about a insipid blog post.
Last warning - one very drab blog post ahead. Or even worse; something verging on the treacherous edge of...normality!

The first nonsensically bland topic ; celyyyy!
Most people seem to have vaguely talked about you already ( well I can only recall Suvi+her eleven but whatever ) so I might as well write something fluffy and meaningful about/to you.

*serious mode*

*clears throat*

*scratches mosquito bite*

Anyway.
Celyyyy, darling, don't you think we've had a strange-ish relationship? As innocent year sevens, we were relatively friendly towards each other, although not particularly close ( how close could we be, it was year seven! ). Year eight + nine, our not-really-close relationship kind of disintegrated into an affair of awkwardness when stuck with only each other. Remember when during the Athletics carnival this year, we were both like 'Yeah...I kind of feel like I can't really talk with her...'? The really sad thing is that it truly has been in these last few terms that we have, for a serious lack of a better word, gotten 'chummy'. While this normally would be a great thing, it's slightly irritating that this newfound non-awkwardness will most likely only enlarge whatever regret I'll feel at not getting to know you better when you betray [the school we go to which I will not name because of my rather healthy fear of online stalkers]. Because I feel lazy and not bothered to type more, I will just say most sorrowfully that I will most definitely miss you, even though it might be worth it to see you achieve that retardedly high ATAR ( which you will get, because who else does maths for fun.. ). So good luck, and uh...good regards!...?

*serious mode splutters out weakly*

SEE CELY, TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE ALL SWEET AND GOOEY!
Although it's all true. I actually will really miss you. Truly!
I think I'll stop sounding like I'm convincing myself now...

Second topic; I AM VERY OUTRAGED.
WHY DOES EVERYONE SOUND SO SURPRISED WHEN I SAY I'M WILLINGLY BLOGGING OF MY OWN ACCORD?
ELENA'S NOT THAT MUCH OF A SLAVE DRIVER!
Well, she actually is, seeing as she pressured me yesterday...and the day before...but...yeah, okay, I can see why it's weird that I'm blogging. But in my defense, this hardly counts as a blog post seeing as most of it is tripe.

Third; I kind of feel sorry for my school's dearest brother school.
..whatever, no one reads my blog anyway; I'll just use names.
Apparently it doesn't exist in most people's mentalities. I was catching up with a primary school friend of mine, and we had a girly discussion on formals..
Her: You had your formal with ruse, right?
Me: Um...no. Why would we? I mean it might make more sense if it was with our brother school, but ruse? That's just strange.
Her: SERIOUS? BROTHER SCHOOL? I always thought it was NSG and RUSE! What else can there be...NSB?
Me: Why yes, as strange as it is, we do have a brother school known as the easily forgotten NSB.
Poor poor poor poor NSB...

Fourth; I just did another EQ test 'cause I was giving up on blogging and...holy crap, I'm so bad at it. Meet my newest EQ score, 68!
The only good thing about that is that when I hurt someone's feelings, or handle something retardedly, I can attempt to blame it on my technical emotive retardation.
How depressing. How bleak. How...okay, I think I'll switch topics now..

Fifth; I think I'm getting this thing with random songs, like true colours. It might be because it was from Glee, but i think it sounded really nice AND had a nice message.

'But I see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow'

I think writing Cely's thing made me get all sentimental and well-meaning and generally feeling nice, so I'll insert some more fluffiness below.

If you know enough about me to know the link of this blog, you can generally be convinced that I love you. Even if the love for each person might vary in degrees of uh...whatever unit love is measured in. But it is still love, so be happy.
If you're just a a random stalker, I love you a lot less. It creeps me out that it is possible for you to read about the various dodgy aspects of my life, but in my nicely blissful cloud, I extend the foot of love towards you as well. Just please don't reciprocate it.
Love life everyone (:
( and I hope no one actually wasted the time to have read the whole thing because I wouldn't have )

..the next entry I post on this weary blog will have to be really angsty and emo to make up for the overwhelming SACCHARINE-NESS of this entry.

my extremely extremely interestingly long and monotonous blog entry about the extremly extremely long and monotonous details on my extremely extremel-

I will structure this like a diary entry for these various reasons;
a) I'm vaguely bored. And I'm not in the mood to type normally. But not so abnormally it's an unrecognisable text type.
b) It *might* help for SC tomorrow. Or knowing the lovely spirits controlling everyone's lives, will not help. Whatever.
c) I HAVE TO WRITE TEN PARAGRAPHS AND THIS COUNTS AS ONE. (: <= one!

7/11/2009
Dearest diary of mine... <= second paragraph!

Today I greeted the world with a triumphant yell of distress thanks to a daring alarm clock which had dared rouse me from my not-quite-peaceful slumber at the ungodly hour of 6a.m in the morning. Imagine that! The nerve! Well yeah, thus my triumphant yell. After the yell, I then got not-very-triumphantly-yelled at by the maternal figure in my life for awakening everyone. When I attempted to hoist the blame onto my accursed alarm clock, she naturally disbelieved me. Oh what a tragic start to what should have been a lovely Saturday morning! <= third!

After this bracing start to the day, I sat on my lovely burnt umber armchair and attempted to snooze there. It was a perfectly dastardly plan to get out of doing any work or revision and went off without a hitch. That is, until my lovely maternal figure disturbed me once again! After another extremely invigorating lecture about rising at blasphemous hours and then shirking the responsibilities that comes along with that, I dejectedly set off towards my chores. <= fourth!

Oh beloved diary of mine, did you ever know that wallowing in self-pity is an extremely amusing thing to do? The next two hours of my life went as;
* Fold a blanket in half.
* Curl up into a corner of the room, inwardly sobbing about all the injustices of my world.
* Fold the same blanket into quarters.
* Retreat once more into the corner while still internally whining.
* Fold the blanket into sixths.
* Plod back into the corner. Trace meaningless patterns over the ground. I mean, how much can a person wallow in such a long period of time?
* Fold the blanket into eighths.
* Reject the corner. How long can you spend in there? It has...spiderwebs! So yeah, that's what happened until 8:30a.m <= fifth!

Succeeding at the strenuous task of folding a blanket, I sat down to some very well-deserved sustenance. Munching, crunching, slurping, sipping...all were actions I went through while breaking my fast. It was really entertaining, testing out all I could do while imbibing and digesting. Or at least it was amusing until the maternal figure of my life dropped a bombshell on my poor unsuspecting mentality. It was then when I found out that the previously relatively-unmarred skin of my left arm was going to be adding another pinprick to it's collection. Seriously...someone needs to grant that brave arm a medal. After a fervent cursing of H1N1 and all its relations, I mentally prepared myself for the oncoming ordeal by dragging a soothing stash of comfits with me. <= sixth!

After being forcibly strapped into the contraption which would transport me to my doom, I barely kept my sanity by serenading my cherished sibling with lullabies such as 'I hate you, I hate the world, I hate needles, I hate needles so much...'. He must be a little touched in the head because he didn't seem to appreciate my heavenly voice. Oh well. Not everyone has the ability to truly appreciate good music. <= seventh!

On arrival at the honourable quack's practice, did you know that thesaurus.com lists quack as a synonym for doctor? There go my deluded beliefs that calling someone a quack was offensive. Anyhow, upon arrival, I psyched myself out. While doing so, I stalked everyone I knew who had gotten the needle beforehands to see if it had caused any discomfort. Everyone kindly reassured me that it had not evoked any mortal agony, so thus my confidence was bolstered.
..or not. I hate it when people tell me it's nothing to worry about. It then convinces me that there's something to stress over. Then my muscles tense. So when I actually get the needle, it actually does hurt. Then I go 'OMG IT DID SO HURT, WHAT KIND OF NERVELESS BEAST ARE YOU???' to everyone who told me it didn't hurt. Then they either call me a sissy or look at me as if I'm insane, which I'm obviously not. <= eighth!

It is because of extremely hurtful experiences like this that I bring along private solace to soothe my bleeding wounds. Thanks to these careful preparations, I now never have to bear another one of those harangues about how when even mere infants do not sniffle in the face of a needle, I go off into a melodramatic bawling fit. I'll never have to go through another censure over my overtly-sensitive nerves. I'll never have to endure another taunt over my extremely pitiful lack of Moxie. Ever! <= ninth!

...now, if there was only a way to prevent rebukes on how my solace pack contains the small amount of thirty lollipops, shepherd's pie, two kilo boulders of chocolate, sherbet fountains, liquorice sticks, candied rose petals, new plushies, fresh bananas, raw eggs, amythst stones, decadent truffles and cartons of chocolate milk. Oh well. Life's never perfect! <= tenth!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I totally love you diary. Really.
Alice.

P.S. Most of the above was fiction, because I didn't want online creepy peoples to actually know the going ons of my days. But it's true that I take a lollipop along to most vaccinations. Though the H1N1 one didn't hurt. Much. :]
P.P.S. I WROTE MORE THAN TEN PARAGRAPHS. THAT'S RIGHT ELENA, I PERFORMED MY DUTY AND WENT BEYOND THE SPECIFICATIONS.
...you owe me more stories. (:
P.P.P.S. As per usual, I didn't bother proofreading. If you find any of those blots upon nature ( also known as spelling + grammar errors, tell me because I'm really annoyingly pedantic. )

vaginitis . . .

DISCLAIMER. THIS TOPIC HAS BEEN CREATED FOR THE UTTER AMUSEMENT OF DEAR ELY.
Oh, and 'dear ely' wrote the above disclaimer.
May all parties note that I am a really nice person to blog on her every whim.
...because she blackmailed me. BLACKMAILED. BLACKMAIL I TELL YOU!

Warning : anyone of the male gender might not want to read what comes next. come to think of it, females may not want to read it. BECAUSE IT'S GONNA BE A PD LESSON.

Discharge is a wonderfully interesting phenomenon which blahblahblah...
*loses interest*

Anyway, it seems that many members of the female race don't know what discharge is. Which is absolutely great. If they don't get it. If they do however, and they don't know what it is, bad things may happen. They might start imagining things. And panic about diseases. Such as STI's. *hinthint someone*
All that is utter useless stuff though.
Basic everything in a few sentences;
If discharge is white/clear you're fine. If it looks like cottage cheese, smells like fish, is green...then yeah, you're not fine. Go to a doctor instead of reading this excuse for procrastination/end of blackmail.

..FIVE MINUTES IS UP KTHXBAIIIII.

P.S. it WAS the spleen which protected the immune system!
P.P.S. vaginitis is another term for yeast infection. apparently. or one of them anyway. did you know that yeast infections are potentially life-threatening? so yeah...if you itch, feel sore, burning sensation...go to doctor. and that doesn't mean dr. google...

one eye burning monster , spiced and hot to go .

I love the holidays.
To celebrate my love for the holidays, I HAVE MADE A NEW GOAL.
Everything [ or most things. or no things. depends on level of laziness. ] I get tagged on from facebook, I will do here.
&& vice versa. ;D


P.S. you really don't want to read the below. It'd probably give you a migraine, and then cause your migraine to spawn smallpox. And then the smallpox will contract swine flu, and then it'll cause an epidemic of tiny proportions within your head. Yeah.

1. PICK OUT A SCAR YOU HAVE, AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU GOT IT?
This round one near my ankle.
The very interesting story behind its conception was that one day, long long ago, a mosquito stuck his/her/its proboscis into my then relatively unmarred skin.
And then my relatvely started bleeding.
Then it scabbed.
Then I scratched it.
Then it scabbed again.
Then I scratched it. Again.
Then it scabbed.
Then it healed.
Then it left a scar behind so it could remain a cherished momento of that intrepid mosquito.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Patches of blue. And more blue. A window. And more blue. And a glow-in-the-dark kangaroo.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Silver...shiny...scratched...

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
Music. That actually sounds like music.

5. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?
A branch...with four owls on it. And my desktop icons are fruits.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Not revise.
And I'm already doing that.
Life's good (:

7. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GAY MARRIAGE?
Yeah.

8. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?
Midnight...ish.

8. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL TOGETHER?
Yep.

10. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
'...it doesn't always make you wanna cryyy...'

11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?
YES. IT'S SO SCARY.
But it's bearable if it's for a noble cause, such as hiding in a pitch dark closet for hide and seek.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
My...mother. I think...

13. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOUR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I don't really mind.
Ha. I'm such an answer thief.

14. DO YOU LIKE PAINKILLERS?
Not really. But I think that they have some uses. E.g. if my arm suddenly get chopped off and I need an emergency...sewing-my-arm-back-on-operation, painkillers would certainly be nice.

15. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Coffee...I suppose.
But the only energy drink I've ever tried is V, and I thought that tasted like cough syrup.

17. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Nothing actually. Just had a whole load of grease-soaked pizza..

18. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Who..was...the...last...person...I...made...mad?
Cool phrasing. and no idea.

19. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
Yup. Cantocantocanto. Conga conga conga..

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT SOMEONE GAVE YOU?
Ummm. Um. Umumum. Plane tickets?

21. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Like..?

22. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
Nope. Very uninteresting body.

23. FAVOURITE FRIEND?
Nooooo ideaa.

24. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Something PINK!
No, not really.
Well actually..

25. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTER-LIFE?
Once in a while.

26. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MARRIAGE?
Conga conga conga..

27. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
Leaving to where, school?

28. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Depends on how much they mean to me in the first place (:

29. SAY A NUMBER FROM 1-100.
eeeeee...leven.

30. BLONDE OR BRUNETTE?
Um...blue?

31. WHAT IS THE ONE PHONE NUMBER THAT SHOWS UP ON YOUR PHONE THE MOST?
My mother's. ;]

32. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
Shellac.
Well, that doesn't annoy me the most..
But yeah. First thing I could think of.

33. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF YOUR BIRTH COUNTRY?
Mmhmm.

34. YOUR WEAKNESS?
Gooey fluffy things.

35. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT YOU GAVE?
Can't remember...

36. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE HOLIDAY?
Dreamland!
Yay, lame..

37. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Yup. :]

38. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE THIS?
Being indecisive. And playing MSN bowling. Which is vaguely fun.

39. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Perfect eyesight?

40. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Shortness?
-shrug-

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Cry my heart out. Now I'll NEVER get the chance to get throbbing hangovers.

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
A...poodle.
Failing that, I want a Snuggie!

45. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Yeah. Some guy called Alex. Not sure if he actually exists.

46. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
No. I wish on caterpillars.

48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVOURITE?
My pinkies. One's fat, and one's skinny. Oh, the powers of violin..

49. WHAT UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?
Y-FRONTS!
...no.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
I like it well enough that I use that style every day..

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE VEGETABLE?
Bok choy (:
[ not really. ]

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Stabbing my poor desk when annoyed.

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
Dunno. Not too many CD's..

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
No, of course not..

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
Yep.
[ I think. I'm relatively sure I have..]

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Depends..

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?
Through the blunt point of a ballpoint pen..

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
Sleep...zzz..

59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Eh. Yes and no.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE TOY WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?
PIG!

61. ARE YOU AFRAID OF GROWING UP?
Yeahhh.

62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
Nope.

63. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS?
Once in a while.

64. DOES 11:11 MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?
Yeah. Reminds me of the MLIA story with the little brother who was turning 11 on 11/11/2011.

66. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?
Mostly.

67. WHAT IS THE MOST PAIN YOU HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED?
Not sure..

68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No(:

69. LAST THING YOU SPILLED?
Waterrrrrrr.

70. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Fish. And a few more fish. And a few more. And a few more. And a few more yet unborn, but I'm pretty sure they'll count as a pet.

71. WHAT IS THE LAST FURRY THING YOU TOUCHED?
Polarfleece?

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE COLOURS
Purplee.

73. WHAT'S THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?
Um...I think it might have been Superior Saturday.

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
Which teeth are the wise ones?

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Will anyone even read this?
1. It's on my dA.
2. It's a hopelessly long wall of text.

76. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM VACATION?
Anywhere, as long as it's fun. And as long as I'm with fun people. Or willingly by myself.

77. LAST THING YOU ATE/DRANK?
Ice cream!

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Can't remember..

79. WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Their...uh...voice...?

81. FAVOURITE THING TO HATE?
Monsters.

82. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Depends on mood.

83. FAVOURITE ZODIAC SIGN?
Aquarius.
Not that I'm biased at all..

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?
Rock-climbing, rollerblading, ice skating...something requiring no hand-eye co-ordination.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOUR?
Black...dark brown...asian-hair coloured.

86. EYE COLOUR?
Dark brown

87. TALL OR SHORT?
SHORT.

88. SIBLINGS?
Sibling.

89. FAVOURITE MONTH?
December<3

90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
Yepp.

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
17 Again. Chick flick. It was alright.

92. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Um...last few days of term 4.

93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Think so..

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer!
But winter's nice...if the conditions are right..

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
Hmmm...

97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
No one. Who will be bothered reading all these anyway? I mean, this window's been open on my computer for like, three hours. In that time, I have done many important things, such as charmed Holly Valence 3 times. Someone play with me!

98. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
My grandma. :]

99. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
Depends on what kind of love..

100. BIGGEST FEAR(S)?
Yeah, I'd totally tell my dA journal. What if someone kidnapped me and read this?

101. WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNT FROM THIS?
That I have no life.

If you read all of the above...you also have no life.
..now start reading. (:
If you finish, you'll get a PRIZE!

- Straight off my dA journal because SOMEONE was emotionally/physically/mentally/metaphysically bullying me to post.
Have fun in VIC oh bully of mine!

'cause she scares me.

-` … [ f ] ιgнт тнэ mооиlιgнт says (7:44 PM):
*sup?
- m i s s p a n d o r a a ;; everything says (7:44 PM):
*BLOG
- m i s s p a n d o r a a ;; everything says (7:44 PM):
*GO BLOG ABOUT THE SKY
-` … [ f ] ιgнт тнэ mооиlιgнт says (7:44 PM):
*-eyebrow-
what...

today the sky was red.
now it is not red.
MLIA.


??
- m i s s p a n d o r a a ;; everything says (7:44 PM):
*yes
- m i s s p a n d o r a a ;; everything says (7:44 PM):
*:]
- m i s s p a n d o r a a ;; everything says (7:44 PM):
*go do that.


Granting wishes is an extremely satisfying hobby.

On another note...
OMGYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Only history left to do this term!
YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!
[ and PD. but that doesn't matter. and then the two weeks worth of exams next term. never mind about those either. ]

Hello Elena

[ FOR ELENA ]

Hello lovely! This is a blog entry [ most likely will be the only one for a LOOONNNNGGG time. I hope. I wish. I dream. PLEASE BE MY ONLY BLOG ENTRY. ] to welcome you to this stunning example of NON-EXCLUSIVE BLOG-NESS! YAAAYYYY! It is very obviously written as a ripoff off the horrible Hello World posts because I lack the curse known as imagination. Ovine = cool.

Soy Cuba.



...

Okay, go away. Stop staring at me. D:

[ FOR ANYONE ELSE ]

You must have some impressive skillz to end up here, seeing as I don't *think* I blatantly advertised it anywhere...
Basically, this is my blog. And it's only set up to shut Elena up.
Oh damn...there's no strikethrough.
I mean, it's only set up because a lovely and fair girl politely requested a blog post for what seems like a millenia.

Soo...aside from that, my blog is pretty boring actually.

SO GO AWAYYYY.

P.S. yeah, the extremely famous eyeliekcaek.blogspot.com is mine too.
it just so comes that i have the skills to forget my different passwords and emails every few days.