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?
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