Day Nine: Two smileys that describe me right now.

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D`x

Day Eight: Three turn ons.

One: A guy with strong arms.
Two: If you can make me laugh, then honey, I'm yours.
Three: Blowing on my neck :p goddamn it, Brodie Richards. I love you, you bastard <3

Okay, so - this is what my dream was last night.

For some reason Ella and I were flying to America with Elias, and we got on this big arse plane (I can't remember how we got on the plane, but I know that there was some sort of back story to that) and flew to Auckland, I think, although, it wasn't really Auckland, it was still her.
ANYWAY.
We were sitting on the plane for freaking hours, and it kept on getting delayed, and kept on getting delayed - Ella and I both had three seats to ourselves - so we were lounging about, playing cards. We decided that we'd get off the plane, and go get coffee, go for a wee bit of shopping, and then get back on and go. So, we got off. We headed into the strip, and went shopping. The road was still the same, but all the shops were different. Ella wanted coffee, there was a starbucks. We went in, I decided that I didn't want anything. Her and Elias went off, then I decided that I did want some. But not there were so many people in there. And the lady was chatting to them all, and she wasn't making my goddammed gande white chocolate mocca with two extra shots, and whipped cream. (I remember thinking that I would definitely be able to pay for it, because I was going to America, and I wouldn't need any bus money.)
I ended up yelling at the lady, and everyone else in the coffee shop to SHUT, THE FUCK UP! I HAVE TO GO CATCH A PLANE, AND I WANT MY GODDANED COFFEE, SO PLEASE WILL YOU ALL BE QUIET AND MAKE MY COFFEE. I am sorry for yelling, it is out of order, but I just want to get back into the plane. She made it. Very quietly. It was very awkward in that coffee shop.

Oh, I've just remembered - we were going to Jess's wedding... in Timaru.. But we were going to go to America... Wow, dreams are fucked up...

They had gone, dissipated. And some old lady was touching my cards! [I don't know why, but two backs of cards were laid out on three metal tables over by the tram tracks underneath that sculpture) and I had to get back to that freaking plane.

And all of a sudden, I wasn't me. I was a kid. And there were four others. And we had to fly back to the plane. When we jumped, we jumped so high, and we flue. But, not everyone could do it. The littlest couldn't. A wee blond boy. And my god, we were up high. We passed over this massive trampoline, and fields, and trees. And I was trying to carry some of the others when they couldn't fly. We were up so high, I kept on thinking that a drop would've killed us.

We made it back to the plane, and I was me again, and I had my coffee, and I had these fantastic shoes! Oh my god, they were brilliant! Red, with strap that went across the foot - so gorgeous. But, the plane wasn't a plane, it was a cat (and this fact was accepted) and the shoes morphed into a massive version, and went onto the cats feet [I remember thinking, the cat can't take off without wheels, how can it run in heels?) and promptly ran off, leaving me with a cold coffee, and not on the plane.


FML.

This past week has really made me question my life. My existance. And, to be honest, I am so very muchly over it. I am sick to death of the lies - the lies I tell my mother, the lies that others keep from me. I'm sick of the bitching. I'm sick of the failings. I'm just over everything.
I was talking to this guy called Aron from Norway [?] the other day. He's 22, and his girlfriend of 7 years just broke up with him. It was kinda depressing. But, I still gave advice, even though he's 5 years my senior, and I have no experience what so ever. It just made me think about everything in my life at the moment. And that made me think about what Fiona said...
I didn't mean to make it all about me, and I apologise if I have. I'm sorry.
And, thanks. Thanks for making me feel like crap. Good on you, Fiona. Really. Top knotch right there.

Day Seven: Four turn offs

One: Rudeness and arrogance.
Two: Not washing. For god's sake man, it's called SOAP!!
Three: if they say that they love me really quickly. It's kiiiiinda creepy.
Four: That creepy factor - you know the one that I'm talking about.

You're not mine. But, then again, I don't ever think that you were meant to be mine. I have my own. All you were was a fantastic fansy, that sat with me that day. You're hers. And I'm not surprised in the slightest. But, you have yours. And I have mine. I can't help, though, but be slightly sad. I've lost the race. I'm not used to loosing. But we're from two different scales. And you were never meant to be mine.

Day Six: Five people that mean a lot to you in no particular order

One: Brodie Richards
Two: Marian Dewar.
Three: Miriam Adams
Four: Rhiannon Meerveld
Five: Amanda Fiddes.

Day Five: Six things you've never done.

One: I’ve never done something without thinking about it first.
Two: Gotten so piss-drunk that I can’t remember what was going on.
Three: Bungee jump.
Four: Sneak out.
Five: Failed a class (give it some time, though ><)
Six: Slept out under the stars.

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind

One: I have a headache.
Two: I'm fucked.
Three: I wonder how Brodie is.
Four: last night was fun.
Five: I dislike my mother.
Six: I want to have a life.
Seven: I love you. So much. You're truly amazing xx

Day Three: Eight ways to your heart.

1. Cliches. I love em.
2. Be honest. I know when your lying.
3. Talk to me. That's all I ask. make me laugh.
4. Don't forget about me.
5. Love me. If you don't, then don't bother.
6. Grab a hold of me. If I'm falling you should know me well enough to grab as tight as you can and never let go.
7. Be cute. Hug me. Whisper things in my ear.
8. Don't be Offended by what I say. It's me. I can't change it. Nor will my hair conform to your ways.

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

One: I don't like people who are rude to their mothers.
Two: I procrastinate like hell.
Three: I have a soft spot for hotties.
Four: I love to create things. Anything. Just as long as my hands are busy, and my mind is flowing.
Five: I don't like my body. Not any more.
Six: I Love you. Is that ok? I hope so.
Seven: I wish I read more.
Eight: I want to learn to write great tales.
Nine: I still sleep with teddies.

Day one: Ten things to ten people.

One: Lex, thank you. for everything. And, yes, I'm stealing this. So, credit to you :] xx
Two: I hate you. I loath you so freaking much because you wont let me have a life. You don't know what the hell you are talking about, so shut the fuck up, and let me get on with what I know, so why not you do the same?
Three: Why?? Why choose now? What's your ploy?
Four: I'm slipping. Will you catch me? I don't know any more.
Five: My GOD, you're GORGEOUS. Do you realise this?
Six: Fiona, Fuck you. Srsly.
Seven: We were 7. We didn't know what a having a "thing" for someone else was back then.
Eight: I don't need you calling my mother. This is my schooling. You will talk to me before whining off to her. I have done the work that you asked for, you whining little git. And the reason that I wasn't doing more today was because A) you fucked off when I arrived, so I had no CLUE what the hell that we were doing, and B) you were freaking TELLING us what we were going to do for our next freaking topic, you mad arse! Gargh. Rot in hell, you wanker.
Nine: Thank you for helping me choose my classes. It's too bad that I can't do yours because she thinks it's for cabbages.
Ten: Thanks, Josh. You're a lifesaver x

Borrowed from a friend.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind.

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order)

Day Seven: Four turn offs.

Day Eight: Three turn ons.

Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.

Day Ten: One confession.

Brodie Richard, Fuck you :)

Fuck. You. That's all that I have to fucking well say to you. Right and Royally fuck you. I do fucking get off my arse and do shit around here, it's that lazy fuckker that does shit all. I do clean the house all the fucking time. Stop comparing me to that lazy fuckker, that hasn't the decency to wipe her own fucking arse and wants the world to do it for her. I do clean the fecking kitchen, the bathroom, so Mother. Shut. The fuck. Up. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.