Well here I am again.

After sleeping for 15 hours straight I am rather energised, amongst other things…

Haha.

I took lots of awesome photos in Canberra, and had lots of wicked awesome fun.

We were making certain phone calls… I cannot go into further details since they would be incirminating, but basically I laughed so much I thought I was going to throw up.

Although that could’ve just been the food, which was totally 100% shit, but that’s obviously to be expected.

 I loved Canberra too, like the place. So nice and quiet, I’d actually like to go to uni there now that I think about it.

Well I should be REALLY happy right now.

But I’m not really.

Tomorrow we go to canberra, my school that is, well my grade.

Whatever

The point is that I should be jubilating over the fact that I will not have to go to school for two days.

But I’m not.

I like school.

Yep.

I am a nerd.

I even like the uniform, well not really. But it does beat the junior one from last year.

My point is that I don’t want to spend two days in canberra.

I like my house.

And my bed.

It is fairly new and therefore very nice and comfy.

And I do not want to go.

*whine*

Also I will have to get up early in order to get to school on time this is not an idea that appeals to me.

I do not enjoy waking up at 5.30 in the morning to go to school.

*sigh*

Why can’t we just stay at school??

Alas, tis I, Bexxie.

Since Westy has posted the last two entries I fear that you have forgotten me dear blog.

But since of course you are nothing but html I guess I’m not that afraid after all.

Just a little pissed off since flickr is being slow.

Nothing life changing though.

Although I did write a bit of an idea for a novel. Want to read it?I thought so:

I always like to have a plan. I like things to always go to plan. So when I had to interrupt working on my assignment to go to the shops, to buy sanitary pads of all things, I was not pleased. Necessity is necessity though so I brushed my hair and left the heated comfort of my house and went to the corner store. I grabbed the pads as well as some chocolate and raced to the checkouts. I handed them to the boy behind the checkout, not really clocking that he was about my age and I suppose what would be the regular definition of cute. I didn’t notice, simply because I did not care. My main objective was to get the pads and get out.  

It seemed that destiny had other plans since when the guy tried to scan the pads instead of that regular little beeping noise the checkouts make, there was a sort of warped sound that indicated to me that something was not right. I squinted at the checkout guy’s name badge and held in a snort. His name was Doug. How delightful. “Listen is there some kind of problem?” I asked“Well it seems that this barcode is not scanning.” Doug replied with a grin. I was really starting to dislike him although I wasn’t sure why. There was an awkward pause until finally I spoke again.
“Are you going to do something about it?” Doug just grinned again. I was beginning to get the impression that he didn’t do much else. Holding back my urge to strange this imbecile I took a deep breath.
“Do you want me to get another one?” I asked, sounding more frustrated than I’d intended.

Yesh

That was unbelievably badly written

Proud?

I know I am. 

BECKY’S GOING TO COLLEGE IN CALI!!! 

(only Westy will understand that reference, but then she’s the only one who reads this anyways…)  

I made a pretty random looking edit, well two actually

……………………………………

The idea is for me to eventually post it. But since my computer is being a slow piece of turd I shall have to wait.

(Ten Minutes later)

Sure I may have been exaggerating about the ten minutes… But I’m sure that this disturbiness makes it all worth it.

*cough*

this is a pic photoshopped by me for the amusement of my little emo becky [college fund cheerleader]. how emo is too emo?

i think i need straight hair and no smile. apart from that…

This is the stuff as promised by me to Becky who is the only one who reads her blog. so hurray. this is the poem i wrote when she wrote that essay of a poem for english.

Love is

light in a dark room

and the anaesthetic to a painful day 

Love is

an adventure into the unknown

and the map back out 

Love is

the freedom to fly away and fulfil each of your heart’s whims

and know that you still belong somewhere at the end 

Love is

a web spun around the soul

and it’s never going to break 

Love is

the hand which shapes the world

and the heart which keeps it rotating 

Love just is

and more will come becky. be patient, child. i might put up that phone story soon. and then some more retardedly emo poetry lol.

may the force be with you [if you hadn't noticed, i'm going to end all my posts with that.cosimthatcool.] 

Firstly, thanks for my welcome Becky =p

I too have a plan.

1. get motivated

2. stop wasting my life

3. give up msn

that last one’s not gonna happen.

Anyway, I am Happy. “Why?” I hear you ask eagerly. Well I’ll tell you.

I am in the semis for my hockey comp. Which is pretty darn brilliant for our team (which kinda sucks, but hey, they’re cool kids). So yeh. Happy!!

may the force be with you my little munchkins. promise i’ll write something better next time. maybe you can read something i’ve written in the past. i’ll go find something. await anxiously. or death be with you. *cough*

Hello Readers,

Well no one reads this anyway so I guess I am talking to myself, but anyways as shown in the previous entry my blog does now have a new member. Special welcome to my dearest emo Westy who shall be entertaining you all with her fabulous ablities and hopefully enlightening us all with her lists (by us I guess I mean myself and herself – which is pretty sad if you think about it)

But regardless, in my last entry I was talking about making a plan. Granted that my plan is a bit shit… but anyway…

The plan is as follows:

• Buy new clothes (in a specific style)

• Write a novel (preferably about romance to distract myself from real life lackthereof)

• Get a new notebook (my notebook is pretty and pink ♥)

• Go through my songs on my iPod and deleting the ones I do not listen to anyways (It actually still has Spice Girls on it…) 

Hullo. I be Westy, Bec’s emo.

We thought it was high time I got to write something, seeing as how this blog is my life  I comment pretty much every one of her entries. So yeh. Here I am, a spasmogger (spasmodic blogger). You can skip my entries if you like. I won’t be offended. Much.

 I’m a bit stranger than her. *gasp*. You have been warned.

may the force be with you.

Yep.

 I said well which is a clear indication that I can’t think of anything better to say.

As Westy requestsed here is a pic of the top I bought:

I was too lazy to put it on so you’ll have to deal with that pic.

It’s really baggy though which means it looks nice with my new blue skinnies that I bought yesterday!

 YAY!

It’s strange me buying all these clothes.

If you don’t know me you wouldn’t understand why.

But then again, most of the people who read this don’t know me.

I want to make a change.

I like to change myself occasionally to keep things interesting.

So basically it seems that I need a plan for my change.

I shall perhaps formulate one

And even share it with you… if you beg.

 :D

Hello Readers

(and by readers I mean Westy and any other randoms who I have either blackmailed into reading this or who found me on a random website and wanted to see why I was going on and on about my blog)

How are you?

(I am good too thanks for asking)

Well the thing that is quite so amazing to me is the fact that today is the first day of August. Isn’t that awesome?!?!

(well then… I thought it was awesome)

Anyways it’s still kinda early and I haven’t had any coffee yet so you’ll have to excuse my weirdness.

(I think I shall go and get some coffee now)

TALLY HO!

I did a quiz…

 LOL!

Well I was incredibly close to giving up this goal

And today, made me actually get closer

I’ll give it until the end of the week.

I think I am worth more than this.

See more progress on: Make ***** Fall in love with me, or at least like me enough to come to my formal…

I’m in a thinking kind of mood

What am I thinking about?

Good question.

 Basically — Elastic Bands

Elastic bands?!?! I hear you say.

Well actually it makes a lot of sense.

Or maybe my logic is just a bit whacked…

I like to think of myself as an elastic band.

I am flexible

I can stretch quite far but if you let me go too quickly I will flick you

If you stretch me waaay too far then I will snap.

This afternoon, I snapped

How and why is another story, but the trouble with elastic bands is that once they’ve snapped it’s hard to put them back together

To do so involves lots of heat and tender loving care

Heat being the passion I feel when I really care about something

Tender loving care being the basic human reaction when someone is kind and loving as opposed to a snarky bi-polar tub of dog shit.

This time I’m not sure if I’m going to be all that forgiving…

Guess what I did today?

*insert guess here*

Well you’re wrong.

What I did do was buy new shoes!

Perhaps shoes for the formal

I haven’t quite made up my mind yet

But they are the coolest shoes on the entire planet!

Although I may be biased…

The best part is that they fit

And with my bloody tiny feet that is definitely an accomplishment!

*HAPPY DANCE*

I think that I’ve mentioned these a few times before, the dreams that I often have that leave me completely shattered, scared and confused the next morning.

Yeh well I had another one last night. You don’t need to know what it was about, I guess it was based an awful lot on reality, but then they usually are. Not always, but usually.

Actually reality isn’t all that great right now either. I keep on smiling but. I really doubt anyone can tell how upset I am. Actually that’s the point. I am kinda scared to let anyone know how upset I really am. It’s just cuz everyone wants to be your friend when you smile and joke all the time, but the moment that you show some kind of emotion, or the moment that something goes wrong for you, you look around and suddenly all of your “friends” are gone off somewhere.

And that’s fine. I’m in no position to demand anyone to listen to my problems. I don’t expect anyone to want to.  And that’s fine, I’m not writing this for sympathy or for anyone to ask me what’s wrong. I don’t really feel like blabbing all my problems whilst some poor person has to sit beside me and listen awkwardly, some poor person wishing they were somewhere far, far away from me. I don’t want to tell cyber-space all my problems.

 But I’ll tell you one thing – those dreams are friken horrible!

As promised here is the crappy thing I wrote the other day. I wrote it during the maths comp which I would have failed anyway… Oh grrreat, I’m rhyming, I guess that all the love poetry finally got to me…  Oh well, enjoy. Not that anyone but Westy really bothers to actually read these anyway. It’s all well and good to look and to comment, but actually reading, now that takes talent and dedication. So yesh…

Memories

Sometimes people mention things to me that I used to do when I was little. I smile and laugh, but honestly I hardly every remember any of those things occurring. I look at old photos and I cannot remember when they were taken. My earliest memory was when I climbed behind the back of the couch and broke all the teeth off my comb. I still have no idea why I did it, but hell – I did it.

It kind of makes me wonder about the other things I did but can’t remember. Perhaps I did bad, evil things in the past and all the things that people are telling me now are pre-fabricated lies to make sure I never find out the truth. Right now I think about everything that is going on around me. The friends that piss me off, and the boys that I like. I think about how important it all seems. Will I even remember any of this in a few years?

Being a teenager is like that, or maybe it’s just like that forever. It’s all mixed up. I don’t think that I used to be quite this selfish. In fact I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t. I think about all the people who ever wronged me, all the people who treated me like shit along the way and I begin to realise that there is absolutely nothing interesting about me at all. The person I am in this very moment is merely someone made up of all the other people I’ve known. Every friend, enemy, teacher, stranger, book character, movie character I’ve ever known has tainted me and used their hands to work on my misshapen psyche like a ball of clay.

Nothing of who I am is unique. In a room of girls I will not seem special. I am not exotically beautiful, nor hideously ugly. Like every other girl here I am plain, although like everyone else I still like to imagine that I am special. It’s time to face the facts though. My shoulder length blonde hair does not glisten in the sunlight. My eyes are dull and greenish-grey. My mouth is not sensuously full making me a sex goddess to behold. Like every other girl in this room I reek of hopelessness. The hopelessness of wanting to fit in and wanting to be different all at once.

 It is a shame that I do not remember myself when I was younger, back before the world had gotten its grubby hands on me. I would have enjoyed knowing what I was like back then, back when I broke all the teeth off my comb. I am not special or unique  and I don’t expect to be, although I know deep in my heart of hearts that despite everything I say one day I will meet someone who thinks I am unique and someone who will love me for my weaknesses instead of exploiting them, someone who will not try to shape me, but will just let me be. But for now, all I have is memories.

Well as Westy most kindly pointed out I haven’t blogged for a few days.

 I’ve been too busy kicking ass in public speaking, oh what’s this beside me?

Oh it’s a massive plaque that says that I won a comp this arvo… fancy that…

Proud of me?

Well I don’t care if you are, cuz I know that I am proud of me.

And that’s all that counts really.

So yesh

I won

I’m pretty happy now

And that’s not the only reason why…

Anyways… I read that love poem I wrote out to me class yesterday I think it was…

Yes, yesterday

That was….

 …..

Fun…?

And embarrassing…

Oh well.

If I get time tomorrow morning I may post a sort of retared thign I wrote… maybe

Actually I might not go to school tomorrow

I don’t really want to.

We’ll see.

The Teenage Equivalent of Love 

It’s hard for me to describe
Just what you mean to me
I could liken your image to the stars or the sea
I could try and find the perfect word
The word that describes the very essence of you
Honestly though I don’t know what to do
My mind is a mess
Cluttered with thoughts about your face
My heart is pumping like it’s winning a race

I cannot explain it
I hear them talking about romance all the time
Silly girls with love on their minds
I don’t know what we have
I’m sure it’s not that
Half the time I hate you
But when you’re gone I want you back
This feeling is new
Is it so strange that I feel like I would do anything you asked me to?
Nothing seems to be too much for you

You irritate me immensly
You nmake me want to scream and shout
Sometimes I want to wring your neck
Is that what love’s about?
Our chemistry is undeniable
But I hate studying science at school
Is it supposed to be any different with you?

You walk too damn fast
You’re too bloody tall
You stoop when you talk to me
You never just agree
It’s always got to be a fight
You never apologise when you are mean
You complain that I cry too much
Though I barely cry at all

Despite all our differences
I just can’t leave you alone
You hanut me like a ghost
You are my shadow, always close
I try to leave you behind
I never get close
I tel myself it’s just a phase
I’m not sure that it’s that simple

I know that I’ve said that it’s you I adore
But I’m just a teenager and a bit of a whore
Chances are I’ll forget you
Just give it a week
But now that you’re here
This is what you mean to me

It is stupid and excessively dumb
How can I hate you whilst feeling such love?
I said it.
It’s true
There’s nothing I can do
But for once in my life surrender the truth
For once in my life admit to weakness

Yeah, so I have to write a love poem for english… 

It is often spoken
But seldom truly seen
Sometimes I wonder just what It means to me
When I meet my love
What will he be like?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO That Be shit

Okay…

 I’ll try again

It’s hard for me to describe
Just what you mean to me
I could liken your image to the stars or the sea
I could tell you I’ll love you forever more
But I’m just a teenager and a bit of a whore

No.

Again:

It’s hard for me to describe
Just what you mean to me
I could liken your image to the stars or the sea
I could try and find the perfect word
The word that describes the very essence of you
Honestly though I don’t know what to do
My mind is a mess
Cluttered with thoughts about your face
My heart is pumping like it’s winning a race

Omigosh

 That was sad.

For thos of you who have to put up with me the pleasure of spending time with me in reality you’d know that I’m a little bit obessesed with my blog. So in order to try and increase blog traffic I decided to put myself on youtube… It’s a bit sad really but I thought I might as well share it… 

^Bexxie’s Got A Wicked Idea^ 

LOL!

Well I’m so proud. Today I got a brand new Beanie. It’s black, and VERY nice and warm.

And since Westy is impatient and my computer is being as ass, here are some pickkies.

You know what I’d really love?

Comments about how awesome my beanie is.

Please, feel free.

I am even more up myself than before. That’s right guys I have actually recieved a large ego boost today.
How? Well that’s an interesting story (not really) but I went to parent teacher night with my parents as I often do.

 *beep* what’s that?

Oh, an email. Oooh. A comment. From Westy. Well three comments from Westy. Fancy that!

Thankies Westy

Anyway, back the to point, which is that ALL my teachers said that… get this… I am a “lovely girl who is a pleasure to teach”.

The word brilliant was also thrown around a lot. WOOT! Go me. I am awesome am I not? Well honestly I don’t care if you think I’m not. Because the staff at my school does. So yeh! Gooooooo Bexxie!

*insert retarded cheerleading here*

God, I’m so hyper. I think it’s the Zappo lollies.

NOTE TO BEXXIE: Stop eating entire packets of them…

 Anyways…

I would love more comments. So go on, hop to it *makes kangaroo hand motions*

Well here I am again.
Angry at the world and rather red-faced (usually a sign or either extreme happiness, anger or sadness -  take your pick)
Why?
Well there’s a logical reason for it.
That being – Barry died.
…
It’s okay now, I fixed it.
But for a full twenty minutes or so I actually though he was dead
Then  it finally occured to me…
The key to fixing most of Barry’s problem is resetting him.
For those of you hanging here and thinking who the hell is Barry and how did you reset him.
It’s very simple.
Barry is my ipod.
Stupid?
Well perhaps a little… only if you knew just how attached I am to Barry then you wouldn’t think so.
Believe me.
So now I’m fairly happy again, only not really.
But hey, I do try
You’ve gotta give me credit for all the trying…

Yes, so let’s all face it.

I am an over confident jerk.

I am so over confident that I should do like charlieissocoollike and post random videos of myself on youtube.

However I shall not.

Instead I shall post some fun links for everyone to enjoy.

And no, enjoyment is not optional.

Each link is a pic of… you guessed it… me!

lawl.

Yes, I am funny as well as modest.

So yes, click me.

NOW!

Srsly though, these two sites are the shizzle so you should sign up. 

They’re so awesome, although not as awesome as me.

I think that it they were as awesome as me then the internet woudl like explode or something….

DISCLAIMER: Bexxie is not actually this up herself, she is simply bored and would like to post something here to entertain the masses, however you should feel free to flame her as much as you feel necessary… In fact please do. Bexxie likes hate-mail.

Yeh so I was browsing youtube as I often do, and I found soemthing rather interesting.

I thought I’d share the awesomeness.

^CHARLIE IS NOT A UNICORN^

And of course the movie is right, Charlie is but a hot english guy.

However…

^IN THIS CASE CHARLIE IS A UNICORN^

*Youtube whore*

Anyways, I went to see the new Harry Potter today.

The only good part is that I went with Shezzle.

And the popcorn.

I like popcorn.

But other than that it was mouldy turd.

Oh well.

I bought some cds so I am happy.

NOTE: If you ever feel the need to get in my good books and/or make me fall in crazy undying love with you all you need to do is buy me a cd, preferably one I like.

I have all this music on Barry and I barely ever listen to like any of it… Hmmm… I forgot all about Garbage. They’re pretty good actually. I’m listening now. I think I shall download some random crap to amuse myself. Then I shall read the massive booklet I got at the GERRIC course today. Yes, that is what I shall do. And I shall try not to have any strange dreams tonight. Yes, that I shall do that also. After all I do like my sanity an awful lot, and sure I may only just be clutching onto it but I do still have it. Just… And in honour of my buddy Emo (aka Westy) here is the ultimate hottness. (lawl)

It’s funny cuz it’s true. Yay.

Well I’ve had a great day.

NO really, I actually have.

It’s nice.

Better than being all sad for a change.

 And I was with Grace.

Who is awesome.

And is actually commenting my blog

Haha.

Law is fun…

…. and remember

 They can’ t sue you if they don’t know who you are.

I love Gracie

“We don’t care if you talk to other guys.

We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.

But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.

We don’t care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can’t wait
till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/
cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don’t tell us we’re wrong.

We’ll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.

Don’t be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.

let us pay for you!

dont “feel bad”

We enjoy doing it.

It’s expected.

Smile and

say “thank you.”

Kiss us when no

one’s watching.

If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.

You don’t have to get dressed up for us.

If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to
wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.

honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up

Don’t take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don’t get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

Don’t talk about how hott Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.

It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word “handsome”/”beautiful”

I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me
with “Hey handsome!” instead of “Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy” or whatever else you can think of.

on the other hand im not sayin i wouldn’t like it ether ; )

Girls, I cannot stress this Enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, don’t wait for him to change. Ditch his sorry, disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect

Someone who will honour your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your
lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes….and say “i love you” ..and actually mean it.”

I love my iPod.

My iPod is named Barry.

He is my best friend.

Isn’t Barry Sexy?

Yes, I thought so too.

Honestly, I think I would die without Barry.