Silence speaks a million words

We don't need to be told who we are. What we're capable of. What our lives have been like. The best music is without words.

Impressions

In my 18 years of being alive, I've had the previlege of meeting quite a lot of people. A few of which are still close to me. But if you asked them to describe me, or who I am, they'd all have different stories to tell. I don't want to generalise this, because it may not apply to everyone, but I try really hard to be accepted by people by trying to be someone I'm not. But while I'm trying to be all cool and happy (which doesn't really work out..ever) I guess I just ignore who I am.

To be honest, I don't even know who I am anymore, or where I want to go, or who I want to be. Sometimes I don't even want to exist. Everything and everyone in life just seems to show me the limits and boundaries I'll never be able to cross. Like I don't understand why I can't make a time machine, or travel the whole world, or touch my nose with my elbow.

So I just end up feeling trapped.. like I'm in a box that just keeps getting smaller and smaller. I don't know what the point of this post was. Actually I don't know what the point of this whole blog is. I guess I started this blog so I could just be myself, but even here I don't think I am. I actually don't own a pink dress at all.

Welcome back?

Soooo... I'm pretty sure no one reads this anymore. Unfortunately, I managed to get caught up in quite a bit since my last post and I wish to apologise to the people, if anyone, who wanted me to blog. For those of you who don't care, let's move on.
Despite nearly a year going by I'm still in the same spot as I was last year. Same old life, same old me, yay! I guess things for me take a lot of time to progress, whether it'd be a stage in life, a celebrity crush, some weird obsession with a person or thing, etc etc etc..

So yeah, I'm going to talk about my most recent obsession and my failure in moving past it. Please feel free to feel better about yourselves after reading this.

Let's call my latest obsession "Bob". Bob is just a blob. Bob the blob.

So Bob is just this regular blob, he just goes around, blobbing away, being a blob. He's cool. And yeah Bob payed attention to my existance for a while, then Bob moved on. Cuz yeah, that's what blobs do. Blobs live on their own cool planet, where it's  much cooler than here, they have yummier food, nicer blobs, more things to do.

It's quite boring compared to where I live and let's face it, I'm not the most interesting and fun person there is to know.

So anyway, I would talk to Bob on a blobaphone, which was a special kind of phone that I could use only to talk to Bob. The blobaphone didn't have great reception here on my planet so I had to continuously fix it to be able to communicate with Bob, but it was all worth it.

And then slowly, Bob didn't want to talk to me as much anymore. I went through a series of stages of getting through this new realisation.

There was the being cool and not starting conversations option. This, might I add, didn't work out very well.

Then there was me constantly informing Bob of anything mildly interesting that has happened to me, hoping that Bob would engage in a cool conversation with me.

And after all attempts would fail I would start to critisize myself.

Of course, there were those rare times where Bob would actually talk to me. It would be the highlight of my day. 

 But at the end I'd just be sad.

So I decided that desperate measures needed to be taken. First of all, I decided to throw out my blobaphone into the rubbish dump.

Unfortunately that failed, only 10 minutes after I disposed of it, I went back to find it to check if I had received any new messages on my blobaphone from Bob. This was never the case, but yet, the procedure of throwing out the blobaphone and recollecting it occured at least 20 times.

So now I'm on to my last resort of "moving on" from Bob.

I made a poster with a series of squares on it labelled 1 to 30. For each day I do not see Bob, I will draw a smiley face in a square. Cuz you know, I'm happy. Yep. Happy.

So I'm not sure what the point of this post was. Maybe you normal people relate to my Bob story, maybe not. Anyway, Bye for now.

<3

Here's me on a little high, going to school dressed as scream.

Learning how to ride a bike.

This week I learnt how to ride a bike. I know... people say... seriously? Like you never learnt? Well, I didn't. But that's because I used to live up in flats and there weren't many places to ride a bike so my parents didn't find it to be a worthwhile investment. Plus I had always been more of the watch tv and be a fat kid type despite my tomboy tendencies.

I haven't updated in a loooooong time so I thought I could share a few videos of me trying to ride the bike. I'm still not that great at it as you will see in the videos but I'll get better... hopefully.

Here is a video of me attempting to do a turn (one of my first tries):

This is me actually riding the bike... kinda. I'm singing Don't Stop Me Now by Queen and the video got cut of at the point my brother was saying, "I think you should wear a helmet."

And this is me trying to distract my little brother because he's better at riding a bike than me

That's about it for now. Eat lots of cake and be happy!

Pie <3

Pigeons

Pigeons are the coolest birds in the world. They're so cool and chill and walk funny :D

 I guess pigeons and I have much in common, we both walk funny and we're both pretty chill. When I'm running with my school bag it looks like I'm waddling.

I didn't have much to write but thought I should update. Here's a vid of me chasing pigeons. I sound like a lion :D

Hmm.. That's about it for now.. lets see.. here's a picture my sis tried to draw of a pigeon...

lololol

anyways... I shall try to blog soon :D

<3

Gel Pens

Today I was cleaning my room, (it's now worse than before because I left halfway), and I found some old gel pens from years ago. I felt so excited almost as excited as I was when I first got them. When I was in grade 4 they were like the THING. All the cool people had them, the glitter ones that is. All your work had to be written with different colours, it didn't matter whether the teacher could read it or not, it just had to look glittery and sparkly.

Part of the reason it was such a craze was that we had all just recently recieved our pen licenses: A licence which lawfully allows you to do your school work in pen. Up to that point we all used pencils which was so not cool. Only those who displayed good handwriting got their pen licenses so those who didn't have theirs were laughed at.

There were three problems though. One: not everyone's parents would buy them gel pens. Two: the class had many conflicts within itself. Three: the pen license.

I eventually managed to get my pen license by behaving well for a week and not getting in trouble... Once I got my pen license I was so excited to finally be able to use gel pens for my school work.

But my days of misery were not over for now I had to overcome yet another obstacle in my path, the gel pen licenses.

The class was divided into two due to some weird fight and those "cool" kids who had gel pens only let their friend use it. They cut out little pieces of paper and wrote "gel pen license" on it and gave it to all their friends. To be able to use a friends gel pens you had to show these licenses to the owner. As expected I did not recieve one of these gel pen licenses.

Eventually I got a gel pen license from the girl who sat next to me which might have been the most exciting part of grade 4 for me.

It all changed very soon when I didn't help her cheat on a maths test. My gel pen license got taken away from me. It was the meanest thing anyone could do. I was pissed. So for the next few days I whined and begged my parents to get me my own gel pens. They wouldn't get me any so I had to take it to another level. Everywhere they looked, they saw me looking sad and helpless.

Eventually my parents gave in and I got my gel pens. When I went back to school the next day with my shiny new gel pens everyone lined up to recieve their gel pen licenses. I told them I didn't have any and everyone was allowed to use my gel pens, because I'm cool like that.

And that's how everyone became my friend *cough* slave *cough*.

Birthdays

Today was a rather eventful day. I'm not sure how I'm going to write this blog post or structure it because just a few hours ago I had so much to write about and now I have nothing in my head. Like usual.

The day was a usual one, started off with me nearly sleeping my way through english tuition, hanging around and using my insulting ways to make friends. I must say it works better than standing around awkwardly. I learnt how to play pool today, I give credit to 'lance furyspike' for teaching me, at least this time I didn't stab myself in the stomach with the stick thing.

Yes I know it sounds pathetic, but the balls were intimidating me.

I had a good time spending the rest of the day with some good friends and poking people with tree branches. It's usually my attempt at breaking awkward moments, I just can't stand awkwardness. It begins with awkwardness, then my many attempts to make things un-awkward, which makes things further awkward, then followed by my frustration, then anger, then homicide. Then it becomes more awkward since everyone is dead.

Well I wanted to talk about what happened on my 17th birthday in this post. But I can't be bothered now. Maybe the next post :D