My time has come. To finish a truly crappy day on Tuesday, my dad caught me using the internet without the proxy server. I won't go into details, but basically having the proxy server turned on enables all the internet filters we have which block me from accessing this site. They are now turned on permanently, which means I will not be able to blog from home anymore.
This is my final post, until I leave home I guess. I don't think things can get any worse than this. It sucks not being able to blog anymore, or read what you guys have to say, which is why I would appreciate it if you guys didn't comment back on any of my posts any more. I won't be able to reply, and that'll annoy me.
So yeah. Adios, mis amigos hermosos.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Mr. Idiot
Unlike miss schmartypants, I had a terrible day. I cried, I got a lousy report, got upstaged by my perfect girlfriend, managed to make both her and my mum hate me, spent half my day trying to make it up to my mum by doing other people's chores and being pleasant and just getting ignored or told off, and cut my hand after punching my wardrobe door after tea.
I can't even be properly miserable or pissed off cause I know that everyone else has bigger problems than me. Fuck it
I can't even be properly miserable or pissed off cause I know that everyone else has bigger problems than me. Fuck it
Monday, December 7, 2009
Rituals
Recently I have been partaking in certain teenage rituals, such as learning to drive a car. While I might still be the annoying backseat driver, I'm certainly learning a few things from Lauren's dad as he teaches her to drive.
And get this: she's really good. After half an hour on Saturday she could drive the automatic up and down the street and park it, and after an hour today she could drive the manual without stalling, change gear, and even manage something vaguely resembling a parking maneouvre =D. She hasn't even bunny-hopped yet. Not ONCE! She even managed to be so good and learn so quickly that she's thoroughly discouraged me from wanting to learn to drive, which is a good thing because then I won't be dead in a year's time. She just learns so quickly and effortlessly that I know I won't be able to match her, and that puts me off driving.
But I have never been more proud of her than I was this evening. She is incredible in every way, and I am utterly confused as to why someone so perfect should want to go out with a stupid, retarded idiot like me. I guess it's because she's so self-conscious and modest that she refuses to admit that she's perfect and therefore way out of my league.
But she is. She can drive really well, she's an awesome girlfriend in every way and I bet all the money I have that she'll get a better report than me come tomorrow.
She really is amazing. Her only flaw is her boyfriend.
And get this: she's really good. After half an hour on Saturday she could drive the automatic up and down the street and park it, and after an hour today she could drive the manual without stalling, change gear, and even manage something vaguely resembling a parking maneouvre =D. She hasn't even bunny-hopped yet. Not ONCE! She even managed to be so good and learn so quickly that she's thoroughly discouraged me from wanting to learn to drive, which is a good thing because then I won't be dead in a year's time. She just learns so quickly and effortlessly that I know I won't be able to match her, and that puts me off driving.
But I have never been more proud of her than I was this evening. She is incredible in every way, and I am utterly confused as to why someone so perfect should want to go out with a stupid, retarded idiot like me. I guess it's because she's so self-conscious and modest that she refuses to admit that she's perfect and therefore way out of my league.
But she is. She can drive really well, she's an awesome girlfriend in every way and I bet all the money I have that she'll get a better report than me come tomorrow.
She really is amazing. Her only flaw is her boyfriend.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Random fact #2
The Lamborghini tradition is to name all their cars after famous bulls from the arena. However, there are two (maybe more) exceptions - the Murcielago and the Countach. While the Murcielago is named after a bull that survived 27 sword strokes before the matador let it live, it is also the Spanish word for bat. The Countach was so named when the company's boss saw the sketches his designers had come up with, and said something rude, often used to appreciate a beautiful woman. The name stuck. Lol
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
A beacon of light in this twilight darkness
To the guy on "Who Wants To Be a Millionaire" last night,
You are my hero. Any body who is faced with the question "What is the name of the wildly popular heartthrob from Twilight?" and doesn't know the answer has definitely got their head on straight.
Smart guy.
You are my hero. Any body who is faced with the question "What is the name of the wildly popular heartthrob from Twilight?" and doesn't know the answer has definitely got their head on straight.
Smart guy.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Pure Maths D
Is over. I had the exam this morning. The worst part was, I turned up at quarter to nine in my red England away shirt, and three quarter pants. Everyone else was wearing school uniform.
FUCK.
I got a grilling for that one from Mrs. Webster, whom I now hate severely. Apparently I was told "quite clearly" that I had to wear uniform to exams yesterday morning. All well and good, but I WASN'T THERE YESTERDAY MORNING! Unlike everybody else in year 11, I did year 12 English, and so I did not have to be at school yesterday for the year 11 English exam.
My not knowing of this slightly important fact was apparently my own fault for not going to school yesterday. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Why would I be at school for an exam I do not need to sit, so I can hear a message that I did not know was going to be delivered, all so I could turn up to an actual exam in the right items of clothing?! Sometimes the craziness and stupidity of school ife makes me want to eat small children. Honestly.
I didn't even pass my exam.
FUCK.
I got a grilling for that one from Mrs. Webster, whom I now hate severely. Apparently I was told "quite clearly" that I had to wear uniform to exams yesterday morning. All well and good, but I WASN'T THERE YESTERDAY MORNING! Unlike everybody else in year 11, I did year 12 English, and so I did not have to be at school yesterday for the year 11 English exam.
My not knowing of this slightly important fact was apparently my own fault for not going to school yesterday. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Why would I be at school for an exam I do not need to sit, so I can hear a message that I did not know was going to be delivered, all so I could turn up to an actual exam in the right items of clothing?! Sometimes the craziness and stupidity of school ife makes me want to eat small children. Honestly.
I didn't even pass my exam.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ten reasons why I am not the average teenage guy
10. I enjoy shopping with my mum
9. I do not eat very much
8. I have manners
7. I love chick flicks, and I hate violence
6. I have never watched porn
5. My bedroom is neat and tidy
4. My bedroom is full of LEGO models. Geeky much?
3. I do not want a car or driving licence until I'm older and more responsible
2. I have a fashion sense
1. One of the things that makes me happiest is when she buys new clothes
9. I do not eat very much
8. I have manners
7. I love chick flicks, and I hate violence
6. I have never watched porn
5. My bedroom is neat and tidy
4. My bedroom is full of LEGO models. Geeky much?
3. I do not want a car or driving licence until I'm older and more responsible
2. I have a fashion sense
1. One of the things that makes me happiest is when she buys new clothes
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
At the End of the Day
Today has been the day of weirdness.
In particular, weird conversations.
In double Physics, I defibulated Tim a lot, and talked to Jesse, who hasn't been at school for forever. Normal enough so far I guess.
In double Supervised I went to the library, and had the most mind-numbing and agonisingly long conversation possible. I was sitting between Arian and Abbey Wachtel or however you spell her name. God...
Then it was on to Maths, where I talked to the English kids, and then got told off by Mr. Akele for wagging supervised.
Then I went back to the library, where Mr Moyle told me that wagging supervised was okay. And then she came to see me quickly, looking sexy as =D
It seems less strange in writing, but it was a weird day. Somehow I even managed to get all my work done.
On another note, has anyone actually tried hitting the "Next blog" button on the dashboard at the top of the screen? Some of the blogs you can visit are just plain weird. Seriously, try it...
In particular, weird conversations.
In double Physics, I defibulated Tim a lot, and talked to Jesse, who hasn't been at school for forever. Normal enough so far I guess.
In double Supervised I went to the library, and had the most mind-numbing and agonisingly long conversation possible. I was sitting between Arian and Abbey Wachtel or however you spell her name. God...
Then it was on to Maths, where I talked to the English kids, and then got told off by Mr. Akele for wagging supervised.
Then I went back to the library, where Mr Moyle told me that wagging supervised was okay. And then she came to see me quickly, looking sexy as =D
It seems less strange in writing, but it was a weird day. Somehow I even managed to get all my work done.
On another note, has anyone actually tried hitting the "Next blog" button on the dashboard at the top of the screen? Some of the blogs you can visit are just plain weird. Seriously, try it...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
That's When You Know...
For everyone
The story goes
There's a special someone
To make them whole
Someone to give their heart completely
And you may search
High and low
And when you find your angel
And when you know
Then you finally get that feeling
It'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Who can tell the time and place
When you see your soul reflected in their face
It'll be a spell you're under
And it'll hit you just like thunder
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And when you hold them in your arms and can't let go
That's when you know
For all of my life
I have been searching
For something I couldn't find
But now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
'Cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
And all the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Nine months. I love you
The story goes
There's a special someone
To make them whole
Someone to give their heart completely
And you may search
High and low
And when you find your angel
And when you know
Then you finally get that feeling
It'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Who can tell the time and place
When you see your soul reflected in their face
It'll be a spell you're under
And it'll hit you just like thunder
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And when you hold them in your arms and can't let go
That's when you know
For all of my life
I have been searching
For something I couldn't find
But now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
'Cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
And all the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Nine months. I love you
Monday, November 9, 2009
I'm dating a model...
You can probably guess that this is gonna be mushy from the title, so anyone who isn't Muff is free to leave now and look at a more interesting, less repetitive page.
Bear with me.
She is pretty. Yesterday at Simone's, we were models together. Basically, Simone overwhelmed us with copious amounts of make-up and made us do poses in the searing heat in her back garden. It was all for her art assignment, with fairy outfits to be photoshopped on later, which would explain why I was bordering on the "Kill me now" and "I might melt soon" sort of attitude basically as soon as we got outside.
One such pose was that we had to pretend we were newly-weds, holding hands and gazing into each ther's eyes. And gosh it was easy. Standing there, holding her hand, and just disappearing into those beautiful blue eyes. The sight is still imprinted on my mind as the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My heart turned to gooey mush as I stared straight into her soul, and I realised how much I loved her. I could easily have stayed there all day, despite the fact that I was topless and barefoot and rapidly getting sunburnt. It was the most gorgeous experience I've ever had. I love her.
Even better than that was that she was a slut fairy. I hope she doesn't kill me for saying this, but those tight leggings and tank top (with the straps off because they weren't allowed to be in the picture) made her look HOT. And I mean SEXY AS.
Wow. She continues to blow my mind...
Bear with me.
She is pretty. Yesterday at Simone's, we were models together. Basically, Simone overwhelmed us with copious amounts of make-up and made us do poses in the searing heat in her back garden. It was all for her art assignment, with fairy outfits to be photoshopped on later, which would explain why I was bordering on the "Kill me now" and "I might melt soon" sort of attitude basically as soon as we got outside.
One such pose was that we had to pretend we were newly-weds, holding hands and gazing into each ther's eyes. And gosh it was easy. Standing there, holding her hand, and just disappearing into those beautiful blue eyes. The sight is still imprinted on my mind as the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My heart turned to gooey mush as I stared straight into her soul, and I realised how much I loved her. I could easily have stayed there all day, despite the fact that I was topless and barefoot and rapidly getting sunburnt. It was the most gorgeous experience I've ever had. I love her.
Even better than that was that she was a slut fairy. I hope she doesn't kill me for saying this, but those tight leggings and tank top (with the straps off because they weren't allowed to be in the picture) made her look HOT. And I mean SEXY AS.
Wow. She continues to blow my mind...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Here we go again...
I'm really sorry, but I guess you knew it would happen sooner or later. Yes, I'm going to write a mushy blog. I apologise in advance, and anyone who hears me out wins a prize.
As many of you don't know, last night was bonfire night. I'm not going to go into the history of it now, but it's a tradition in our family to go to my grandparents' house and have a big tea. If in England, we would have fireworks and a bonfire, but in Australia those are banned so we play with sparklers instead.
The thing is, she came with us last night to my grandparents'. She's already had the "meet the parents" thing, but meeting the grandparents is a whole new watermelon. I think she enjoyed it too, although you might have to ask her.
My reason for writing this blog though was the feeling I had all night. I know that out of our friendship group we have one of the shortest-running relationships at nearly ten months, but I get the feeling that what we have is something enviable by many teens.
Take the stuck-up, brainless "popular" guys for instance. Sure, in my supervised study lesson they talk about how awesome they are cause they had sex with 5 girls on the weekend and they're cheating on their "girlfriend" and all that junk, but I can bet that they haven't had a relationship as long or as perfect as Muffy's and mine.
Because I can't ever see myself breaking up with her. There's nothing about her that really annoys me, and we're really comfortable around each other. I trust her. And every time I think of the future, she's in it, and I'm praying that that will never change. I want to be with her forever, and it's quite a profound feeling that I don't reckon many teens will experience for a while. I love her.
P.S. Sucked in! No prizes for you!
P.P.S. Yes I did say watermelon. Scroll back up and check if you like.
As many of you don't know, last night was bonfire night. I'm not going to go into the history of it now, but it's a tradition in our family to go to my grandparents' house and have a big tea. If in England, we would have fireworks and a bonfire, but in Australia those are banned so we play with sparklers instead.
The thing is, she came with us last night to my grandparents'. She's already had the "meet the parents" thing, but meeting the grandparents is a whole new watermelon. I think she enjoyed it too, although you might have to ask her.
My reason for writing this blog though was the feeling I had all night. I know that out of our friendship group we have one of the shortest-running relationships at nearly ten months, but I get the feeling that what we have is something enviable by many teens.
Take the stuck-up, brainless "popular" guys for instance. Sure, in my supervised study lesson they talk about how awesome they are cause they had sex with 5 girls on the weekend and they're cheating on their "girlfriend" and all that junk, but I can bet that they haven't had a relationship as long or as perfect as Muffy's and mine.
Because I can't ever see myself breaking up with her. There's nothing about her that really annoys me, and we're really comfortable around each other. I trust her. And every time I think of the future, she's in it, and I'm praying that that will never change. I want to be with her forever, and it's quite a profound feeling that I don't reckon many teens will experience for a while. I love her.
P.S. Sucked in! No prizes for you!
P.P.S. Yes I did say watermelon. Scroll back up and check if you like.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
So...
...blogging. It appears that I have all of a sudden run out of things to say. Like in Spanish today.
Any ideas what I could talk about?
Maybe you could all post back with awkward/difficult questions for me to answer?
Any ideas what I could talk about?
Maybe you could all post back with awkward/difficult questions for me to answer?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Google is going to help me get famous
I decided that I should attempt to get more viewers to this page by posting stuff that people would often look for on Google. So here goes:
For the girls: Twilight twilight vampires twilight OMG ROBERT PATTINSON IS SO HAWT twilight twilight new moon twilight sparkly skin twilight twilight OMG I WISH MY BOYFRIEND HAD SPARKLY SKIN and so the lion fell in love with the lamb twilight eclipse vampires twilight Edward Cullen *drools* twilight vampires breaking dawn twilight twilight
And for the boys: porn porn porn porn boobs vagina porn etc. (Didn't want to keep writing that over and over - I'm at school)
Seeing as I'm writing this at school, let's place bets on how long it takes for this post to get blocked! The proceeds can go to my "Get more followers through the use of obscene words" campaign!
For the girls: Twilight twilight vampires twilight OMG ROBERT PATTINSON IS SO HAWT twilight twilight new moon twilight sparkly skin twilight twilight OMG I WISH MY BOYFRIEND HAD SPARKLY SKIN and so the lion fell in love with the lamb twilight eclipse vampires twilight Edward Cullen *drools* twilight vampires breaking dawn twilight twilight
And for the boys: porn porn porn porn boobs vagina porn etc. (Didn't want to keep writing that over and over - I'm at school)
Seeing as I'm writing this at school, let's place bets on how long it takes for this post to get blocked! The proceeds can go to my "Get more followers through the use of obscene words" campaign!
Don't Blink
I watched the best ever Doctor Who episode last night. Serena will know what I'm talking about - Blink. The episode with the Weeping Angels is the best thing ever to appear on television ever. Not only is it really scary and fantastically clever, it has some great one-liners:
The Doctor: "This, is a timey-wimey detector." [sees other person's bemused expression and decides to divulge in an explanation] "It goes ding when there's stuff."
Or even better:
The Doctor: "My life's pretty busy - nothing happens in the right order. It's very confusing. Especially for weddings. I'm no good at weddings. Particularly my own....but anyway, I can't chat, I have things to do. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard..."
Isn't that just the best? He even says that last one while wearing a bow and quiver on his back, having just got out of a London cab.
If I was gay, I would so have little man-babies with David Tennant...
The Doctor: "This, is a timey-wimey detector." [sees other person's bemused expression and decides to divulge in an explanation] "It goes ding when there's stuff."
Or even better:
The Doctor: "My life's pretty busy - nothing happens in the right order. It's very confusing. Especially for weddings. I'm no good at weddings. Particularly my own....but anyway, I can't chat, I have things to do. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard..."
Isn't that just the best? He even says that last one while wearing a bow and quiver on his back, having just got out of a London cab.
If I was gay, I would so have little man-babies with David Tennant...
Monday, October 26, 2009
Awesomeness!
I'm kinda surprised someone hasn't beaten me to saying this, but I have some cool news:
I HAVE A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her name is Olly, and she's a black, seven-week-old Spoodle. She is adorable.
So be excited fools =P
I HAVE A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her name is Olly, and she's a black, seven-week-old Spoodle. She is adorable.
So be excited fools =P
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Slowly getting there...
Just thought I'd take a moment to say something important:
I HAVE A NEW FOLLOWER!
That brings me up to a grand total of seven, most probably still the lowest tally out my friendship group.
Oh well =D
I HAVE A NEW FOLLOWER!
That brings me up to a grand total of seven, most probably still the lowest tally out my friendship group.
Oh well =D
Monday, October 19, 2009
My outburst of emotion for the year...
So.
She's gone. You probably already knew that, but she's in Port Lincoln. Just for a few days, but I feel like a part of me is missing already. And I know that unlike some, I'm hardly experienced enough at living without a partner to provide much insight into this, but I know for a fact that I feel different.
While it may not be a few months before I see her again, I feel really lost without her. I noticed in photography today just how quiet and shy I become when she's not around to loosen me up. She really does bring out the best in me.
Without her, I feel hollow somehow. I guess it's because this time I'm worried about her, but all the same, it's unnerving.
That, piled on top of all the homework/exam difficulties I have at the moment is really bringing me down. I feel even worse when I remember that I haven't even got it hard, that her uncle's already died from cancer this year, and now her grandad's dying. DYING. And I'm upset because I suck at homework.
God I'm shallow.
So Erin, if you read this, that's how I feel at the moment.
She's gone. You probably already knew that, but she's in Port Lincoln. Just for a few days, but I feel like a part of me is missing already. And I know that unlike some, I'm hardly experienced enough at living without a partner to provide much insight into this, but I know for a fact that I feel different.
While it may not be a few months before I see her again, I feel really lost without her. I noticed in photography today just how quiet and shy I become when she's not around to loosen me up. She really does bring out the best in me.
Without her, I feel hollow somehow. I guess it's because this time I'm worried about her, but all the same, it's unnerving.
That, piled on top of all the homework/exam difficulties I have at the moment is really bringing me down. I feel even worse when I remember that I haven't even got it hard, that her uncle's already died from cancer this year, and now her grandad's dying. DYING. And I'm upset because I suck at homework.
God I'm shallow.
So Erin, if you read this, that's how I feel at the moment.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Losing the will to live...
I hate homework. I hate revising even more. It's even worse when your homework is to revise.
But what I hate most of all is my complete inability to focus in time of need. I can't revise my poetry for more than five minutes at a time before I mentally fall asleep and give up. And I have two exams on it in as many weeks.
Quite simply, I'm going to fail.
But what I hate most of all is my complete inability to focus in time of need. I can't revise my poetry for more than five minutes at a time before I mentally fall asleep and give up. And I have two exams on it in as many weeks.
Quite simply, I'm going to fail.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Cheer up Muff...
He destroyed the simple cookies with an IKEA pencil, then made the simple cookies' simple box into a Mexican Jumping Frog. The frog always lands on its head. It actually looks more like a toad.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Randomness
Is that even a word? I have nothing to say....
Oh, but Muffy, thank you so much for yesterday. It was amazing and I want to steal your dog and keep him. I love you.
HAPPY EIGHT MONTH ANNIVERSARY!
So yeah....homework time now I guess....
Oh, but Muffy, thank you so much for yesterday. It was amazing and I want to steal your dog and keep him. I love you.
HAPPY EIGHT MONTH ANNIVERSARY!
So yeah....homework time now I guess....
Monday, October 5, 2009
Love is...
Love is sticking by you and taking care of you even though you had a stupid and irreparable argument with her best friend.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
This sounds bad to begin with but it isn't supposed to be at all...
Okay I admit it...
She is not perfect. Well, not completely. As you'll find out if you read her blog, she has major self-esteem issues, and she doesn't want me to lie to her about her looks.
So, Muffy, you are not perfect. You are not perfect because of your lack of self-esteem. But here's the good news: that is the only reason why you are not perfect. And we can work on that together, no matter what happens in our friendship circle or in the larger world.
I promise. And I love you.
She is not perfect. Well, not completely. As you'll find out if you read her blog, she has major self-esteem issues, and she doesn't want me to lie to her about her looks.
So, Muffy, you are not perfect. You are not perfect because of your lack of self-esteem. But here's the good news: that is the only reason why you are not perfect. And we can work on that together, no matter what happens in our friendship circle or in the larger world.
I promise. And I love you.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I'm sorry.
I hope you read this cause I still have my pride and I only want to say it once:
I'M SORRY.
I really am. Please forgive me?
I'M SORRY.
I really am. Please forgive me?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Please listen to me...
Look, I told her that it wasn't about her myself. I knew it wasn't about her, but she was heartbroken for the rest of the day because she thought it was. Her two greatest fears are having other people bitch about her, and losing me. She has had people bitch about her in the past, people she trusted, and so she reacts badly to anything remotely like that. So what I said was more of a warning than an accusation. But if you want to hate me for loving her and protecting her, and subsequently lose a friend who dearly wants to help you, then that's your decision.
I've told my side of the story, now it's up to you...
I've told my side of the story, now it's up to you...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wow
She is mindblowing.
And perfect. I even like her parents.
But on another note, she's terrified that you posted that about her. So if I find out that you did, I will kill you till you're dead. You'll know who you are if you read this and you actually did post that about her.
And perfect. I even like her parents.
But on another note, she's terrified that you posted that about her. So if I find out that you did, I will kill you till you're dead. You'll know who you are if you read this and you actually did post that about her.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Up
Like Serena, I have recently seen Up, and it made me sad too. Now that I have my lovely girlfriend, whenever I see anything remotely sad to do with couples, my heart sinks. I begin to think 'What if that was us?'
So, the beginning of the film made hope that nothing bad happens to us, because I'm so happy with her. Which is why I'm going to her house tomorrow - YAY!
But hopefully nothing bad will happen to us - I'm so scared of losing her and becoming lonely and lost in the world, especially if circumstances went the way Serena fears and I got old and lonely.
You should check out her blog - it's good. But I have no idea why I'm writing that because all four of followers follow her blog too anyway, and she has more followers than me. I guess I just have nothing interesting to say. Either that or I've scared you all off, in which case I'm talking to myself.
Shutting up now...
So, the beginning of the film made hope that nothing bad happens to us, because I'm so happy with her. Which is why I'm going to her house tomorrow - YAY!
But hopefully nothing bad will happen to us - I'm so scared of losing her and becoming lonely and lost in the world, especially if circumstances went the way Serena fears and I got old and lonely.
You should check out her blog - it's good. But I have no idea why I'm writing that because all four of followers follow her blog too anyway, and she has more followers than me. I guess I just have nothing interesting to say. Either that or I've scared you all off, in which case I'm talking to myself.
Shutting up now...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I am Doctor Who
I am an outsider to all species of human living on this planet. I am not fully guy, for reasons that would take too long to explain, but I am not a girl either. I can find faults in both sexes.
Guys are disgusting pigs. And girls are confusing. It seems that every girl's greatest fear is other girls bitching about her, which of course is exactly why bitching is so many girls' favourite thing to do. I mean, ????????. Hence my girlfriend thinks everyone hates her, when in fact she is the most adorable and perfect girl on the planet. Sorry to all my fine female followers, but this is the truth. I love you, princess.
So I have decided that I am in fact Doctor Who. Apparently when my hair is longer I even look a little like him.
Speaking of which, who agrees with Morgan when he says that Doctor Who is a superhero? Comment with your votes...
Guys are disgusting pigs. And girls are confusing. It seems that every girl's greatest fear is other girls bitching about her, which of course is exactly why bitching is so many girls' favourite thing to do. I mean, ????????. Hence my girlfriend thinks everyone hates her, when in fact she is the most adorable and perfect girl on the planet. Sorry to all my fine female followers, but this is the truth. I love you, princess.
So I have decided that I am in fact Doctor Who. Apparently when my hair is longer I even look a little like him.
Speaking of which, who agrees with Morgan when he says that Doctor Who is a superhero? Comment with your votes...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Walking on water might actually happen with all this rain...
Somehow, everything worked out. She even met my parents today and didn't die of terror.
I guess miracles really do occur.
And the most wonderful thing of all is that I got my princess back. I have no idea how, after fucking up that badly, but I did. And my parents like her.
And after what could be classed as the worst day of my life, I feel happy. I got my damned English essay finished (yes it was due a week ago - apparently I am a fool for thinking that once work has been submitted it's finished), and she still loves me.
And I love her. I can say that confidently now and know that I'm right.
So apart from the many tests and assignments due this week, and the two full days of revision I have to come to school for next week, all is well in my little corner of the world.
Next thing you know I'll start healing the blind and actually avoiding ruining our relationship.
Sweet Miracles.
I guess miracles really do occur.
And the most wonderful thing of all is that I got my princess back. I have no idea how, after fucking up that badly, but I did. And my parents like her.
And after what could be classed as the worst day of my life, I feel happy. I got my damned English essay finished (yes it was due a week ago - apparently I am a fool for thinking that once work has been submitted it's finished), and she still loves me.
And I love her. I can say that confidently now and know that I'm right.
So apart from the many tests and assignments due this week, and the two full days of revision I have to come to school for next week, all is well in my little corner of the world.
Next thing you know I'll start healing the blind and actually avoiding ruining our relationship.
Sweet Miracles.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I hate myself
I fail so bad. I screwed up everything with Lauren and it's all my fault and I want to curl up in a ball and die.
I am such a self-centred asshole.
I am such a self-centred asshole.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
She is so perfect
I had no idea that one could improve on perfection.
But now I know that miracles do occur. Because today, the most perfect-looking girl in the history of the planet just got even more beautiful.
She had her hair up today, and somehow (don't ask me how) she looked even more angelic and wonderful than she normally does. Perfection has become even more pure and perfect.
And perfection is mine and I love her. She must always have her hair up from now on.
But now I know that miracles do occur. Because today, the most perfect-looking girl in the history of the planet just got even more beautiful.
She had her hair up today, and somehow (don't ask me how) she looked even more angelic and wonderful than she normally does. Perfection has become even more pure and perfect.
And perfection is mine and I love her. She must always have her hair up from now on.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
More complaining, then some mushy
I thought that once I finally got that damn Critical Essay out of the way that my life would become pleasant once again. I was wrong. I now have another English essay and a Legal Studies essay both due next Friday. Fun.
On the upside, spending time with her today was great. I love the way that we can be so intimate, but most of all I love her. She is so good to me, and she practically exploded with happiness when I told her that every time I see her, she gets more beautiful and my heart melts just that little bit more.
Bless her. She's so adorable...
On the upside, spending time with her today was great. I love the way that we can be so intimate, but most of all I love her. She is so good to me, and she practically exploded with happiness when I told her that every time I see her, she gets more beautiful and my heart melts just that little bit more.
Bless her. She's so adorable...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I feel terrible
I have compiled a list of all the things wrong with me at the moment:
Stomach cramps/general sickness
Runny nose
Watery eyes
Dry skin
Cracked lips
A pimple on my lip
Acne in the back of my knees
A blood blister on my little finger
Eczema on my wrists, neck elbows and legs
Dead skin on my foot
Exhaustion
A complete lack of motivation to do work
I fail
Stomach cramps/general sickness
Runny nose
Watery eyes
Dry skin
Cracked lips
A pimple on my lip
Acne in the back of my knees
A blood blister on my little finger
Eczema on my wrists, neck elbows and legs
Dead skin on my foot
Exhaustion
A complete lack of motivation to do work
I fail
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Even more naughtiness
After reading Serena's blog about kissing and getting felt up, I couldn't help but think of kissing that beautiful girlfriend of mine.
It took me a long time to kiss her, mostly because I was afraid of my parents finding out, and not really because I was innocent and all that. Cause you should have discovered by now that I'm not.
As if to prove this, I absolutely love making out with her. She is so kissable and sexy and passionate. I also love to feel her up while kissing her to heaven - I'm a horny teenage guy so it suits me fine, and it feels nice, so she lets me do it. Not that she's a slut or anything, cause really that's more my role in the relationship.
I just love being so intimate with her without anything being awkward. We really are in love.
It took me a long time to kiss her, mostly because I was afraid of my parents finding out, and not really because I was innocent and all that. Cause you should have discovered by now that I'm not.
As if to prove this, I absolutely love making out with her. She is so kissable and sexy and passionate. I also love to feel her up while kissing her to heaven - I'm a horny teenage guy so it suits me fine, and it feels nice, so she lets me do it. Not that she's a slut or anything, cause really that's more my role in the relationship.
I just love being so intimate with her without anything being awkward. We really are in love.
Ummmmm.....
Well I suppose I had to make this blog a bit naughty sooner or later. To prove that I'm not entirely a hopeless romantic, I thought I'd do the proper teenage guy thing and talk about how sexy my girlfriend is.
She is perfect. Everything about her is so hot and amazing. She insists that she's flat-chested but she really isn't, and when you're that magnificently skinny moderately-sized breasts look bigger anyway. She even has nice cleavage, which sort of proves her wrong.
She has wonderfully smooth and sensual skin, with an unbelievable lack of blemishes. Her tummy is gorgeously flat which helps to accentuate her figure even more. She has incredibly sexy legs which suit her perfectly, and quite simply the sexiest ass I have ever seen.
She is so damn hot. And she's mine. I'm even in the process of convincing her to wear more provocative clothes just cause she looks so good. I can't help it. Really.
I feel so special to have the sexiest girl ever as my girlfriend. I love her so much, and I apologise to my followers for making you realise that I'm not really that sweet or innocent after all. I'm worse than you'll ever know....
She is perfect. Everything about her is so hot and amazing. She insists that she's flat-chested but she really isn't, and when you're that magnificently skinny moderately-sized breasts look bigger anyway. She even has nice cleavage, which sort of proves her wrong.
She has wonderfully smooth and sensual skin, with an unbelievable lack of blemishes. Her tummy is gorgeously flat which helps to accentuate her figure even more. She has incredibly sexy legs which suit her perfectly, and quite simply the sexiest ass I have ever seen.
She is so damn hot. And she's mine. I'm even in the process of convincing her to wear more provocative clothes just cause she looks so good. I can't help it. Really.
I feel so special to have the sexiest girl ever as my girlfriend. I love her so much, and I apologise to my followers for making you realise that I'm not really that sweet or innocent after all. I'm worse than you'll ever know....
Psychologists would love me...
I am so weird.
After willingly getting up at 6.30 to help my dad do sound at Seaford, I went to the movies to see "The Young Victoria" with my mum, auntie and grandma.
All things which no teenage guy would ever do. Ever.
And that's before I begin to talk about how much of a hopeless romantic I am...
After willingly getting up at 6.30 to help my dad do sound at Seaford, I went to the movies to see "The Young Victoria" with my mum, auntie and grandma.
All things which no teenage guy would ever do. Ever.
And that's before I begin to talk about how much of a hopeless romantic I am...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
That's the burning question...
...it burns like indigestion:
How does a brown cow give white milk if it only eats green grass?
How does a brown cow give white milk if it only eats green grass?
Good news
I'm happy again. While I still feel terrible with hayfever, exhaustion, eczema, dry skin and hundreds of other things, I have good news.
She's back! My girlfriend has returned, and on our seven-month anniversary too. I even impressed her dad when I met him last night.
But I also have a confession to make. While I am a pretty weird teenage guy, I am still a teenage guy, and so I have a bad habit of checking girls out all the time when out in public, even now that I have a girlfriend. But when I was in the city today, every girl I saw and checked out would then make me realise that my girlfriend is hotter. Every time I would think "My girlfriend is more beautiful and better-looking than you."
She is so gorgeous. Even she admits it on occasions, which is saying something. Seeing her again yesterday after missing her for over a week made me realise how lucky I am to have someone as pretty as her as my girlfriend.
She is so skinny, so soft, so delicate. She is completely beautiful, but at the same time very hot and sexy. She always looks and smells nice, and she has great fashion sense.
She's perfect and I love her to bits.
She's back! My girlfriend has returned, and on our seven-month anniversary too. I even impressed her dad when I met him last night.
But I also have a confession to make. While I am a pretty weird teenage guy, I am still a teenage guy, and so I have a bad habit of checking girls out all the time when out in public, even now that I have a girlfriend. But when I was in the city today, every girl I saw and checked out would then make me realise that my girlfriend is hotter. Every time I would think "My girlfriend is more beautiful and better-looking than you."
She is so gorgeous. Even she admits it on occasions, which is saying something. Seeing her again yesterday after missing her for over a week made me realise how lucky I am to have someone as pretty as her as my girlfriend.
She is so skinny, so soft, so delicate. She is completely beautiful, but at the same time very hot and sexy. She always looks and smells nice, and she has great fashion sense.
She's perfect and I love her to bits.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Not-so-finally-finished
Grrrr.
My essay is not, as I had previously shouted for all four of my followers to hear, finished.
This is a good thing as well as a bad thing. While it means that I don't get to be rid of it until Monday, it also means that I have plenty of time to fix up a word-count error that I discovered late last night and just generally polish it up.
This post also sort of links to Leish and Louises' blogs, with a common statement - I HATE SCHOOL!
However, this week is improving a little - she's leaving Port Lincoln tomorrow and I can have my princess back. I can't wait to be all muhy and kiss and cuddle her.
I'm weird. I'm pretty much the opposite of every other teenage guy there is...
My essay is not, as I had previously shouted for all four of my followers to hear, finished.
This is a good thing as well as a bad thing. While it means that I don't get to be rid of it until Monday, it also means that I have plenty of time to fix up a word-count error that I discovered late last night and just generally polish it up.
This post also sort of links to Leish and Louises' blogs, with a common statement - I HATE SCHOOL!
However, this week is improving a little - she's leaving Port Lincoln tomorrow and I can have my princess back. I can't wait to be all muhy and kiss and cuddle her.
I'm weird. I'm pretty much the opposite of every other teenage guy there is...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Nice guy to rent
After reading Tiffany's blog, in which she called me a sweet guy, I remembered being called the same thing by a girl in my photography class last week. She told my girlfriend that she had the best boyfriend ever, or something like that.
Of course, I disagree, but it made me think. This blog has no purpose except to be mushy and a waste of time, so perhaps I could use it as a place for you guys to bring your problems. I could be a nice guy to rent and try and help you out, seeing as I pretend not to have any problems of my own.
I try so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for her, cause she deserves it. But perhaps I could try and be the perfect friend to all you guys too?
Comment with anything you want to talk about basically...
Of course, I disagree, but it made me think. This blog has no purpose except to be mushy and a waste of time, so perhaps I could use it as a place for you guys to bring your problems. I could be a nice guy to rent and try and help you out, seeing as I pretend not to have any problems of my own.
I try so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for her, cause she deserves it. But perhaps I could try and be the perfect friend to all you guys too?
Comment with anything you want to talk about basically...
I thought it would never end
It's finally finished!
That's right folks, my Stage 2 English Studies Individual Study Critical Essay is finally finished, after three terms of working on it. It's done!
And I'm not even allowed to have my name on it. Nope, it just says "810726X". That's me....
I suppose that's a good thing though. It means when I fail I won't have the shame of having my name on it...
That's right folks, my Stage 2 English Studies Individual Study Critical Essay is finally finished, after three terms of working on it. It's done!
And I'm not even allowed to have my name on it. Nope, it just says "810726X". That's me....
I suppose that's a good thing though. It means when I fail I won't have the shame of having my name on it...
Need some Love
I set a personal record today in photography.
I nearly cried for the first time in ages. I miss her so much...
Princess, when you read this, I love you.
I nearly cried for the first time in ages. I miss her so much...
Princess, when you read this, I love you.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Love
I suppose seeing as this blog is titled "Closer to the Heart", and all my followers so far are girls, I ought to say something mushy and romantic.
So like the completely ambitious (cough) person that I am, I have decided to tackle the issue of love. Or more specifically, loving her.
I have come to ask the advice of my fine female followers. I want to know if I really do love her. I know this sounds mean when written like this, but sometimes I'm not sure how much I actually love her. I know I do, but how much?
I think she is perfect in every way. She has basically no faults in my opinion, and I want to treat her like a princess. Is that love?
I think she is really beautiful. She has the most adorable face. And I mean genuinely beautiful - not just "hot" or "sexy" or any of that stuff, although I know she is, but actually gorgeous, inside and out, a wonderfully complete person. Is that love?
When my mum tells me that I should have lots of girlfriends so that I make the right decision when choosing a wife, I cringe inside. I only want her, forever and ever.
Is that love?
So like the completely ambitious (cough) person that I am, I have decided to tackle the issue of love. Or more specifically, loving her.
I have come to ask the advice of my fine female followers. I want to know if I really do love her. I know this sounds mean when written like this, but sometimes I'm not sure how much I actually love her. I know I do, but how much?
I think she is perfect in every way. She has basically no faults in my opinion, and I want to treat her like a princess. Is that love?
I think she is really beautiful. She has the most adorable face. And I mean genuinely beautiful - not just "hot" or "sexy" or any of that stuff, although I know she is, but actually gorgeous, inside and out, a wonderfully complete person. Is that love?
When my mum tells me that I should have lots of girlfriends so that I make the right decision when choosing a wife, I cringe inside. I only want her, forever and ever.
Is that love?
It's fixed
Leish is a genius. The time is fixed, my brain has stopped spinning and everything makes sense now.
What would we do without women? I bet if my girlfriend reads this she'll have a few ideas of what us guys would be missing out on =P
What would we do without women? I bet if my girlfriend reads this she'll have a few ideas of what us guys would be missing out on =P
I have recently gone insane
It has been all of three days, and this blog is already messing with my head and turning me into a loony.
You see, the clock is wrong. I had a day off school yesterday, which was a Monday, but whenever I posted anything here it would come up as late at night on Sunday. This, coupled with the fact that I wasn't at school, made me think it actually was Sunday.
So now I am rather confused, as I keep thinking it is Monday.
Thankfully, as soon as I post this and get my frustration off my chest, Leisha is going to tell me how to fix it.
Stupid time zones...
You see, the clock is wrong. I had a day off school yesterday, which was a Monday, but whenever I posted anything here it would come up as late at night on Sunday. This, coupled with the fact that I wasn't at school, made me think it actually was Sunday.
So now I am rather confused, as I keep thinking it is Monday.
Thankfully, as soon as I post this and get my frustration off my chest, Leisha is going to tell me how to fix it.
Stupid time zones...
Monday, September 7, 2009
I'm a loser
I don't know what's more embarrassing - actually eating tinned maccaroni for lunch or getting whipped at tennis by my ten-year-old fatty brother, both things which my girlfriend knows I hate doing. I bet she'll laugh at me cause I managed to fit both those fails into one afternoon.
Oh well. I know I suck :)
Oh well. I know I suck :)
I admit it, I'm an un-imaginative thief
I figure seeing as I have nothing else to say I might as well explain the title of my blog.
I admit that I pinched it from one of my favourite bands, Rush. Closer to the Heart is one of their most popular songs, with some fantastic and pretty clever lyrics in it. It's also awesome cause the drummer writes the lyrics, which is unusual for rock bands. Not only that, but it sort of fits with my idea of what I want my blog to be. It goes like this:
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
And I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Pretty awesome stuff hey? Well they are the best band ever. Feel free to ask me anything about them, although I bet nobody will =P
I admit that I pinched it from one of my favourite bands, Rush. Closer to the Heart is one of their most popular songs, with some fantastic and pretty clever lyrics in it. It's also awesome cause the drummer writes the lyrics, which is unusual for rock bands. Not only that, but it sort of fits with my idea of what I want my blog to be. It goes like this:
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
And I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Pretty awesome stuff hey? Well they are the best band ever. Feel free to ask me anything about them, although I bet nobody will =P
I have friends!
Yay!
I'm loved - people (admittedly all of them friends from school) have visited my blog and left comments :)
Thanks guys
I'm loved - people (admittedly all of them friends from school) have visited my blog and left comments :)
Thanks guys
Sunday, September 6, 2009
And so it begins...
Well I suppose I ought to introduce my blog to the world, even though I have nothing to say just yet and undoubtedly no-one will ever visit and read this message. I made this after reading my girlfriend's blog and being surprised at some of the stuff written there. She encouraged me to make my own, so here I am.
But seeing as my blog is a little empty at the moment, maybe I should shamelessly plug hers instead. Just go to lessonsinsymmetry.blogspot.com if you want something that's actually interesting to read.
I suppose I'll be back when I actually have something to say.
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