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Jan. 16th, 2008 | 10:52 pm
... blogspot is better in regards to layout.
http://misspearlynrae.blogspot.com
as is painfully obvious. i've moved blogging sites. re-lay your comments accordingly.
much love,
misspearlynrae.
http://misspearlynrae.blogspot.com
as is painfully obvious. i've moved blogging sites. re-lay your comments accordingly.
much love,
misspearlynrae.
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cleansing for the new year...
Dec. 21st, 2007 | 10:40 pm
location: my room
mood: 
complacent
music: "Nobody Knows" The Pierces
hey everyone, miss pearlynrae here. i know my title says my blogging consistency is 'almost' daily and yet i haven't updated since wednesday. but i have an excuse which is called "i simply didn't have the time" as from saturday last week up until now (today included) i'd worked every day for shifts always exceeding the five hour mark. pretty helpful in once again salvaging the almost lost cause that is my bank account balance. this little miss is hoping to scrimage enough dough to go over the $700 mark by the time the new year comes around as sometime in january a big triple BUBS spree will be had with close friend christina leading to much spending and enjoyment to be had. however, in order for this to occur a sufficient amount of money must be accumulated lest myself or christina become bankrupt through over indulgent shopping. although i doubt bankruptcy would ever actually occur (due to my tight-ass-edness in all matters money related). hopefully i will be able to reach my goal of saving over the $1000 mark by early january or say mid january. but let's not get our hopes up.
in other news, i have been deemed responsible enough to be left home alone by the parental units as they go off on a short three day holiday fishing trip with my younger male sibling. so as of yesterday afternoon i have been a mature unsupervised adult in an empty home. so much detoxing of myself and the house is to be done while they are away. cleaning of my room, my bathroom... as well as the rest of the house will be accomplished before they return. merry christmas to them? hopefully they'll notice the effort too because (honey we're heading for the deep and meaningful state of mind here; watch your step) regardless of the fact that i dont drink alcohol like it's water and get drunk off my face every weekend, regardless of the fact that i don't leave the house at all hours of the night without notifying them (sneaking out) and, regardless of the fact that i don't slut myself out to every male being out there like the main faces of my generation the parental units unfortunately still don't trust me as much as i would hope they would. regardless of the fact that i've explained my distaste for alcoholic beverages and my avoidance of drugs and cigarettes (ewww i'm NEVER going to try any of that crap thankyou) they still think i'm susceptable to peer pressure. even though i've made it clear of the countless times girls in my year would just simple tell me "pearlyn! we need to get you drunk! just get smashed and randomly hook up already!" and the countless times i would decline and be the better person, they still see me as this vunerable person who will end up getting knocked up at a young age because of her own stupidity. miss pearlynrae may not be the smartest girly of all time, but she certainly is NOT the dumbest. it's a damn shame that some people take me for granted like that. but as much as their distrust of my own resilience gets to me i love them dearly and hope they enjoy their three days of fishing and funny moments.
*lame attempt at the low whistle sound is made* 2007 is coming to a close in a couple of days. excitement, relief and a little fear is being felt at the moment as i anticipate the good and the bad that the new year may/will bring. it seems my friend christina and her friends have a 20 people; 20 times to be honest thing going on so i thought i may share my thoughts to a few people as well, and while it may not exactly be 20 people i feel that those i have chosen to express my thoughts to, i guess i just don't need that many people to wipe the slate clean with for the new year. i once read a quote that said "i am the result of everyone i have ever known". for me, regarding myself, this is definately the case;
christina
despite my being annoyingly hyperactive and eccentric at times you still to this day have stayed a true friend to me and for that i am truely thankful to be able to call you a friend of mine. i love how you at one stage referred to my personality as "two irreconciliable extremes in one person". i sincerely appreciate that you believe in me and you believe i will succeed in what i want to do and how you tell me that you cannot wait for the day when i prove those that have not believed in my potential wrong. speaking of believe, i do really believe and have total faith in your ability to truely succeed in what you want to achieve in the future. i think you have that much finesse and potential to pull it off and, as you await the day that i succeed, as i to you. i can't wait =]. sometimes i feel, in a way, inferior to you, but i guess i can chalk it up to me being naive about a certain topic we were discussing or actually having no idea what you were talking about and then adding my two cents in only to realise that's not actually quite what you meant =]. however this is also ironically one of the reasons i love being your friend so much. you may be in all technicality younger than me, but you are by no means less wise. your wisedom and extensive knowledge of things i don't quite understand and you being able to put up with me long enough to elaborate and explain those very same things allow me to become a better person as my mind is open and i soak up this new found information you give me like a sponge. and for this, i thank you dearly. thankyou for putting up with my semi bi-polar ways, thankyou for having patience when i have the tendency to need explainations with everything, thankyou for seeing that side of me that actually tries that people may not always see and mostly thankyou, thankyou for understanding the way i work and being there when everyone else just doesn't get me.
the color red
wow, it's kind of hard to explain, but i'll try anyway. we became friends sometime two years ago in between my crazy house party and some random text messages about internet addiction. and now i can't seem to figure out how i wasn't friends with you before that. i guess at any rate, your honesty paragraph is a little about how i value the fact that you are my friend despite the challenges we face just being friends and how you utterly confuse me so. there happened a certain point this year when miscommunication of meaning stemmed from a conversation had by another person leading to an arguement/ confrontation i wish i'd never caused, leading to our efforts at friendship become even more of a challenge than it already appeared to be. i hate the situation that has now fallen upon us because of a misunderstanding. i wish i could erase that moment of miscommunication or at least go back to explain myself to that person so they may not think to gossip about my thoughts. she knew it would hurt the other and yet she did it anyway. this situation sucks and i'm deeply sorry for turning really 'emo' right now. *sigh* you confuse me in so many ways and yet i can see you for who you are so clearly i confuse myself. i know the risk you're taking just even being my friend, thanks for that. that kind of effort from a guy is actually pretty rare so thankyou. i like the way you're a complete asshole and you don't give a crap about anything (or at least pretend not to) i actually encourage you to not become a pussy and am fascinated with your "bad boy" ways. despite this though, i contradict myself sometimes when i experience days when i absolutely wish you would stop making me go around in circles, wondering if you actually mean what you say (well draw). you truely, really do utterly confuse me and yet i still want your friendship. the question is, do you truely want mine?
sussan
well what can i say? i've known you since kindergarten, i remember our meeting well. sitting with you at the doll house in the classroom to join you playing dollies... only for you to up and leave because you wanted to read...although, i actually remember our catalystic moment even better. myself running away from the boys in our kindergarten class because i hit several of them on the heads and they got angry, you walking away from the girls in our year to explore the rest of the playground holding your "kick ass" bag of popcorn for lunch, both of us looking behind us without quite knowing where we were going and BANG! approximately 20minutes later, we both sit in the principal's office, both next to our mothers with the sparkles of remaining tears in our eyes from the ordeal as our mother's became friends and we... well we simply followed their example. i've known you since i can remember and you've helped to somehow allow me to become less naive about things, and while i don't really approve of the way you treat guys i always smile because your stories are always so funny. how i can never keep up with your boyfriend's names or how you always start our msn conversations in the EXACT same way. sometimes i think that you're a little up yourself, but then again, so am i. i don't want to come off as offensive when i say that. i just think you're confidence can sometimes be a little too overbaring for me. othertimes i actually find it quite refreshing to have someone believe in themselves so much. thanks for always being who you are.
the majority of the girls in my year
to all of you who never understood me, who tried to break me down when i told you of my dreams and ambitions and who's morals and ethics i quite don't understand myself. thankyou for being yourselves. without all of your constant negativity regarding my hyperactiveness and quirkiness i would have never told myself that i would never be like you; drinking away your weekends to oblivion and not even remembering them enough to enjoy the memories (which you erased thanks to those braincells massacred by your self-drowning in alcohol), nor will i deem "hooking up with a guy just for his number", an acceptable practice as i can actually (unlike the most of you) meerly talk to guys and swap numbers and emails without the need to slut myself out to him. it's called having a decent conversation with the guy. you might want to try it out sometime girls. also, to all of you who think that getting drunk on weekends, getting totally smashed and acting like a trashbag slut is the epitome of being a teenage youth. i have much to say. i believe this to be stupid, idiotic and at the most morally degrading for all of you. i actually hope you all stop at some stage soon as what you all are doing right now is degrading for yourselves, naive and just down right whorish and i really do hope that it doesn't take a irreversable sexually transmitted disease or a pregnancy for you to see that. you may think that because you have sex, because you drink and go out get 'sloshed' and because you dress up and put on makeup like adults that you are. but you're only exhibiting the behaviour that we see 4 year old girls showing when they apply mummy's red lipstick on messily and trod around the house in mummy's heels that are way to big for their tiny feet. you're showing this cute wannabe behaviour; only amplified into the sorry state of a teenager trying too hard. only, this behaviour is far from cute, in fact, it's disgusting and it makes me understand exactly WHY men now treat women more like slags and whores that are "asking for it" than ladies with actual intellect that may also just be aesthetically pleasing. i'm happy that i'm not like you and that you bitched about me behind my back (you even had the decency to do it in front of me as well; albeit subliminally, however ps you suck at that), because without all your negativity, i'd be just like you; some whorish, slutty, airheaded, closed-minded little girl in barely there clothing who believes getting so drunk she can't remember anything and sex with anyone and everyone is being "cool".
the minority of the girls in my year
there are a few of you who were, to be quite honest, very very bitchy to me, even more so than the sluts. however i think it has something to do with your arrogance and believing that you were better than me before you even got to know me. there are some of you whose intellect and academic excellence will never cease to astound me. and there are the few of you who actually see my true personality, even though it may be in the image of this tiny spark you just don't quite understand. thankyou for random facts i may have learned. thankyou for the few of you who were kind to me. thankyou for the few of you who felt sympathy for me when i was sad (even more so for those who empathised when you actually understood). and thankyou for just being you.
my old group
i thought you all deserved a paragraph together considering i don't talk to all of you anymore. i left because one of you (emma) found it in her best interest to brainwash the rest of you that i thought less of you. meanwhile she was actually bullying me, demeaning me and just downright insulting and rude to me. the sad thing is, all this was happening right in front of you all and you did nothing. nor did you acknowledge that any of this was occuring. amanda, i am thankful for your intellect and your eccentricities at times, lucy, while i quite don't understand your obsession with romance novels thankyou for all those times when you agreed that certain male celebrities were hot/sexy/attractive, thanks for the laughs. shona, i remember this one time when you thought it best to single me out and confront me about what you thought about the apparently "mean" way i was treating you. when in actual fact it was due to your own insecurities about yourself and nothing about me. sometimes i think the way you "mother-hen" others is slightly degrading in the sense that i feel you don't give people enough credit for their own capabilities. as well as that i can also make the mirror face the otherway and turn that point to you, you don't give yourself enough credit. i remember a sleepover at christina's when it was mainly the three of us as friends, i tried to teach you to move your hips to the music but you whole-heartedly believed you couldn't. it sadened me because you actually could, you just didn't believe in yourself. finally, to emma... dear, dear emma. how very much sympathy i feel for you. you felt the need to bully and defame me out of my own group because you felt insecure as a new girl at our school. you also felt the need to lie constantly... you lied about soooo many things it amazed me that amanda, shona and lucy actually believed you. the new boyfriends or hookups that seemed to constantly change every two days, the whole "my family is part of the irish mafia and i could kick your ass pearlyn" saga, the 'i help my friend who's a drug dealer and i have connections' thingy-ma-bob, or the whole story of telling us that at your old school you were in the group that selected which group people went to when they were new girls. unfortunately for you i actually am friends with someone who went to your old school. you were a loner, with no friends and despite this you were still a bitch to people and lied to get attention. i know i may have lied ages ago in year seven to my year to get attention myself but i outgrew that... it seemed despite the fact that we were in yr10 and 11 you still felt the need to lie to everyone to seem cool. i wonder what will happen to you when you actually do decide to grow up.
michael
although i haven't talked to you in ages i believe that much thanks is due to be expressed. thankyou for hurting my feelings in primary school (as corny as that sounds) i actually do thankyou for it because without the hurt you caused i'd probably be some slut like the girls mentioned previous in this entry. you were the main catalyst in creating my self-preservation barrier within myself and for that i cannot thankyou enough. while you may be aesthetically pleasing (not to mention you play soccer *drool*). growing up has allowed me to just see you as some guy who just happens to be attractive. not someone i actually like anymore. i guess i wasn't mature enough to say it before but, thankyou for being an asshole when we were children because i would never have made a self-preservation barrier so early. that probably won't make sense to you, but in laemans terms i'm saying thankyou for being rude and mean because it meant that psychologically it helped me not become a slut/whore of our generation.
everyone else
whether i know you through the girls in my year, you ARE a girl in my year, work, random off-chance meetings or any other way thanks for just being yourselves (or not) because without every single person i wouldn't be who i am today. thanks for randomly talking to me when you haven't in ages, thanks for just in general, being.
and that's it i guess, it may not be twenty specific people (more like four actual people and four groups) but it's what i deemed appropriate for this cleansing entry. i might update later tonight but if i don't, know this... my pensieve has been poured.
xx.
in other news, i have been deemed responsible enough to be left home alone by the parental units as they go off on a short three day holiday fishing trip with my younger male sibling. so as of yesterday afternoon i have been a mature unsupervised adult in an empty home. so much detoxing of myself and the house is to be done while they are away. cleaning of my room, my bathroom... as well as the rest of the house will be accomplished before they return. merry christmas to them? hopefully they'll notice the effort too because (honey we're heading for the deep and meaningful state of mind here; watch your step) regardless of the fact that i dont drink alcohol like it's water and get drunk off my face every weekend, regardless of the fact that i don't leave the house at all hours of the night without notifying them (sneaking out) and, regardless of the fact that i don't slut myself out to every male being out there like the main faces of my generation the parental units unfortunately still don't trust me as much as i would hope they would. regardless of the fact that i've explained my distaste for alcoholic beverages and my avoidance of drugs and cigarettes (ewww i'm NEVER going to try any of that crap thankyou) they still think i'm susceptable to peer pressure. even though i've made it clear of the countless times girls in my year would just simple tell me "pearlyn! we need to get you drunk! just get smashed and randomly hook up already!" and the countless times i would decline and be the better person, they still see me as this vunerable person who will end up getting knocked up at a young age because of her own stupidity. miss pearlynrae may not be the smartest girly of all time, but she certainly is NOT the dumbest. it's a damn shame that some people take me for granted like that. but as much as their distrust of my own resilience gets to me i love them dearly and hope they enjoy their three days of fishing and funny moments.
*lame attempt at the low whistle sound is made* 2007 is coming to a close in a couple of days. excitement, relief and a little fear is being felt at the moment as i anticipate the good and the bad that the new year may/will bring. it seems my friend christina and her friends have a 20 people; 20 times to be honest thing going on so i thought i may share my thoughts to a few people as well, and while it may not exactly be 20 people i feel that those i have chosen to express my thoughts to, i guess i just don't need that many people to wipe the slate clean with for the new year. i once read a quote that said "i am the result of everyone i have ever known". for me, regarding myself, this is definately the case;
christina
despite my being annoyingly hyperactive and eccentric at times you still to this day have stayed a true friend to me and for that i am truely thankful to be able to call you a friend of mine. i love how you at one stage referred to my personality as "two irreconciliable extremes in one person". i sincerely appreciate that you believe in me and you believe i will succeed in what i want to do and how you tell me that you cannot wait for the day when i prove those that have not believed in my potential wrong. speaking of believe, i do really believe and have total faith in your ability to truely succeed in what you want to achieve in the future. i think you have that much finesse and potential to pull it off and, as you await the day that i succeed, as i to you. i can't wait =]. sometimes i feel, in a way, inferior to you, but i guess i can chalk it up to me being naive about a certain topic we were discussing or actually having no idea what you were talking about and then adding my two cents in only to realise that's not actually quite what you meant =]. however this is also ironically one of the reasons i love being your friend so much. you may be in all technicality younger than me, but you are by no means less wise. your wisedom and extensive knowledge of things i don't quite understand and you being able to put up with me long enough to elaborate and explain those very same things allow me to become a better person as my mind is open and i soak up this new found information you give me like a sponge. and for this, i thank you dearly. thankyou for putting up with my semi bi-polar ways, thankyou for having patience when i have the tendency to need explainations with everything, thankyou for seeing that side of me that actually tries that people may not always see and mostly thankyou, thankyou for understanding the way i work and being there when everyone else just doesn't get me.
the color red
wow, it's kind of hard to explain, but i'll try anyway. we became friends sometime two years ago in between my crazy house party and some random text messages about internet addiction. and now i can't seem to figure out how i wasn't friends with you before that. i guess at any rate, your honesty paragraph is a little about how i value the fact that you are my friend despite the challenges we face just being friends and how you utterly confuse me so. there happened a certain point this year when miscommunication of meaning stemmed from a conversation had by another person leading to an arguement/ confrontation i wish i'd never caused, leading to our efforts at friendship become even more of a challenge than it already appeared to be. i hate the situation that has now fallen upon us because of a misunderstanding. i wish i could erase that moment of miscommunication or at least go back to explain myself to that person so they may not think to gossip about my thoughts. she knew it would hurt the other and yet she did it anyway. this situation sucks and i'm deeply sorry for turning really 'emo' right now. *sigh* you confuse me in so many ways and yet i can see you for who you are so clearly i confuse myself. i know the risk you're taking just even being my friend, thanks for that. that kind of effort from a guy is actually pretty rare so thankyou. i like the way you're a complete asshole and you don't give a crap about anything (or at least pretend not to) i actually encourage you to not become a pussy and am fascinated with your "bad boy" ways. despite this though, i contradict myself sometimes when i experience days when i absolutely wish you would stop making me go around in circles, wondering if you actually mean what you say (well draw). you truely, really do utterly confuse me and yet i still want your friendship. the question is, do you truely want mine?
sussan
well what can i say? i've known you since kindergarten, i remember our meeting well. sitting with you at the doll house in the classroom to join you playing dollies... only for you to up and leave because you wanted to read...although, i actually remember our catalystic moment even better. myself running away from the boys in our kindergarten class because i hit several of them on the heads and they got angry, you walking away from the girls in our year to explore the rest of the playground holding your "kick ass" bag of popcorn for lunch, both of us looking behind us without quite knowing where we were going and BANG! approximately 20minutes later, we both sit in the principal's office, both next to our mothers with the sparkles of remaining tears in our eyes from the ordeal as our mother's became friends and we... well we simply followed their example. i've known you since i can remember and you've helped to somehow allow me to become less naive about things, and while i don't really approve of the way you treat guys i always smile because your stories are always so funny. how i can never keep up with your boyfriend's names or how you always start our msn conversations in the EXACT same way. sometimes i think that you're a little up yourself, but then again, so am i. i don't want to come off as offensive when i say that. i just think you're confidence can sometimes be a little too overbaring for me. othertimes i actually find it quite refreshing to have someone believe in themselves so much. thanks for always being who you are.
the majority of the girls in my year
to all of you who never understood me, who tried to break me down when i told you of my dreams and ambitions and who's morals and ethics i quite don't understand myself. thankyou for being yourselves. without all of your constant negativity regarding my hyperactiveness and quirkiness i would have never told myself that i would never be like you; drinking away your weekends to oblivion and not even remembering them enough to enjoy the memories (which you erased thanks to those braincells massacred by your self-drowning in alcohol), nor will i deem "hooking up with a guy just for his number", an acceptable practice as i can actually (unlike the most of you) meerly talk to guys and swap numbers and emails without the need to slut myself out to him. it's called having a decent conversation with the guy. you might want to try it out sometime girls. also, to all of you who think that getting drunk on weekends, getting totally smashed and acting like a trashbag slut is the epitome of being a teenage youth. i have much to say. i believe this to be stupid, idiotic and at the most morally degrading for all of you. i actually hope you all stop at some stage soon as what you all are doing right now is degrading for yourselves, naive and just down right whorish and i really do hope that it doesn't take a irreversable sexually transmitted disease or a pregnancy for you to see that. you may think that because you have sex, because you drink and go out get 'sloshed' and because you dress up and put on makeup like adults that you are. but you're only exhibiting the behaviour that we see 4 year old girls showing when they apply mummy's red lipstick on messily and trod around the house in mummy's heels that are way to big for their tiny feet. you're showing this cute wannabe behaviour; only amplified into the sorry state of a teenager trying too hard. only, this behaviour is far from cute, in fact, it's disgusting and it makes me understand exactly WHY men now treat women more like slags and whores that are "asking for it" than ladies with actual intellect that may also just be aesthetically pleasing. i'm happy that i'm not like you and that you bitched about me behind my back (you even had the decency to do it in front of me as well; albeit subliminally, however ps you suck at that), because without all your negativity, i'd be just like you; some whorish, slutty, airheaded, closed-minded little girl in barely there clothing who believes getting so drunk she can't remember anything and sex with anyone and everyone is being "cool".
the minority of the girls in my year
there are a few of you who were, to be quite honest, very very bitchy to me, even more so than the sluts. however i think it has something to do with your arrogance and believing that you were better than me before you even got to know me. there are some of you whose intellect and academic excellence will never cease to astound me. and there are the few of you who actually see my true personality, even though it may be in the image of this tiny spark you just don't quite understand. thankyou for random facts i may have learned. thankyou for the few of you who were kind to me. thankyou for the few of you who felt sympathy for me when i was sad (even more so for those who empathised when you actually understood). and thankyou for just being you.
my old group
i thought you all deserved a paragraph together considering i don't talk to all of you anymore. i left because one of you (emma) found it in her best interest to brainwash the rest of you that i thought less of you. meanwhile she was actually bullying me, demeaning me and just downright insulting and rude to me. the sad thing is, all this was happening right in front of you all and you did nothing. nor did you acknowledge that any of this was occuring. amanda, i am thankful for your intellect and your eccentricities at times, lucy, while i quite don't understand your obsession with romance novels thankyou for all those times when you agreed that certain male celebrities were hot/sexy/attractive, thanks for the laughs. shona, i remember this one time when you thought it best to single me out and confront me about what you thought about the apparently "mean" way i was treating you. when in actual fact it was due to your own insecurities about yourself and nothing about me. sometimes i think the way you "mother-hen" others is slightly degrading in the sense that i feel you don't give people enough credit for their own capabilities. as well as that i can also make the mirror face the otherway and turn that point to you, you don't give yourself enough credit. i remember a sleepover at christina's when it was mainly the three of us as friends, i tried to teach you to move your hips to the music but you whole-heartedly believed you couldn't. it sadened me because you actually could, you just didn't believe in yourself. finally, to emma... dear, dear emma. how very much sympathy i feel for you. you felt the need to bully and defame me out of my own group because you felt insecure as a new girl at our school. you also felt the need to lie constantly... you lied about soooo many things it amazed me that amanda, shona and lucy actually believed you. the new boyfriends or hookups that seemed to constantly change every two days, the whole "my family is part of the irish mafia and i could kick your ass pearlyn" saga, the 'i help my friend who's a drug dealer and i have connections' thingy-ma-bob, or the whole story of telling us that at your old school you were in the group that selected which group people went to when they were new girls. unfortunately for you i actually am friends with someone who went to your old school. you were a loner, with no friends and despite this you were still a bitch to people and lied to get attention. i know i may have lied ages ago in year seven to my year to get attention myself but i outgrew that... it seemed despite the fact that we were in yr10 and 11 you still felt the need to lie to everyone to seem cool. i wonder what will happen to you when you actually do decide to grow up.
michael
although i haven't talked to you in ages i believe that much thanks is due to be expressed. thankyou for hurting my feelings in primary school (as corny as that sounds) i actually do thankyou for it because without the hurt you caused i'd probably be some slut like the girls mentioned previous in this entry. you were the main catalyst in creating my self-preservation barrier within myself and for that i cannot thankyou enough. while you may be aesthetically pleasing (not to mention you play soccer *drool*). growing up has allowed me to just see you as some guy who just happens to be attractive. not someone i actually like anymore. i guess i wasn't mature enough to say it before but, thankyou for being an asshole when we were children because i would never have made a self-preservation barrier so early. that probably won't make sense to you, but in laemans terms i'm saying thankyou for being rude and mean because it meant that psychologically it helped me not become a slut/whore of our generation.
everyone else
whether i know you through the girls in my year, you ARE a girl in my year, work, random off-chance meetings or any other way thanks for just being yourselves (or not) because without every single person i wouldn't be who i am today. thanks for randomly talking to me when you haven't in ages, thanks for just in general, being.
and that's it i guess, it may not be twenty specific people (more like four actual people and four groups) but it's what i deemed appropriate for this cleansing entry. i might update later tonight but if i don't, know this... my pensieve has been poured.
xx.
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i want to have his babies
Dec. 13th, 2007 | 01:01 am
location: my room
music: "rich girls" the virgins
so despite it being 'tomorrow', if you want to get technical i'm really updating on what happened 'today' if that makes sense. anyway i had work from eleven this morning until five so a pretty decent amount of hours to accumulate some well needed money for my now DRAINED savings account *cough* formal *cough* was accomplished and it was quite eventful... well not really but in my head it was.
first we had trainee managers at our store getting the fouroneone on how to properly run shifts and the like and then there was the surprising fact that today wasn't actually that busy. oh but this guy who was a trainee manager was cute/hot/aesthetically pleasing if you will. he had one of our mcdonalds standard blue bandaids on his eyebrow, which for those of your unaware of the insider mcdonalds culture usually means that you've been cut or minorly injured and had to use a standard mcdonalds bandaid in replacement to an ordinary one as per the rule book, however the hot thing was it was actually covering an eyebrow piercing and i have to say regardless of the bandaid's presence or not that was one hot image right there, walking back and forth around the store in front of me the entire shift *drool puddle* someone bring me a mop bucket! (and his number? or give him mine?)
in other news my party was, well personally i'd give it a sucky 6 out of 10 and that's me being very generous considering the dj was actually good at his job, and kind of cute (yes bec i mean the one in the black shirt that said moots on it not the taller blueshirted one) but yes i consider this a low point in my party-hosting history majorly because of some turds who decided it would be fun to rsvp but not actually turn up with the only explaination that would suit them being that said turds would not be able to drown themselves in alcohol for the night. for the girls and guys that did come, your presence in celebrating my eighteenth birthday was and is greatly appreciated. however, for the idiotic dolts and doltettes that did not have the decency to come, well you can go eat dog feaces for all i care (unless you had a legitimate reason and told me) because frankly choosing to prioritise drinking above a person's birthday is the most stupid excuse i could have ever imagined someone using. because you couldn't drink!? if i ever see any of you... let's just say if looks could kill i'd use our year book right now to hunt every one of you down and just kill you right on your door step. yes i am angry. and yes i don't take kindly to people who abuse alcohol as if it were air.
on a lighter note, the presents i recieved kicked major ass! thankyou to all of you who took the time (whether long or short) to actually buy/make me a present. i now have quite the collection of necklaces, lipglosses, chocolate and twenty dollar notes which to thank you all for and it's absolutely carrying me to heaven. yes, more money to salvage the wreckage that is my savings account. my poor keycard practically melted through formal shopping. i think it's FINALLY started to rejuvenate itself and is nearly in one piece. let us hope at least as i have not checked my balance online in quite some time.
on an even LIGHTER note i must say that i have become increasing obsessed with the tv series Gossip Girl. the character of Blair Waldorf is officially my fashion idol and as slightly slimy a character as Chuck Bass is, the sarcastically witty and overtly seductive tone in which Ed Westwick portrays him is utterly devine and i find myself inwardly swooning when he graces his presence on screen. *ahem* and as one rabid fan simply put it in a comment on a youtube video of an interview in which Westwick stars, simply put into four choice words; "i want your babies". enough said.... no... actually there is more. there's the fact that his british accent, his low almost throaty, simply sexy british accent makes me die and go to heaven everytime he speaks when not in character and the fact that despite switching to an american accent as Chuck, Westwick STILL manages to bring over that low oh so sexy tone of voice that is driving millions (understatement of the century) of little fan girls crazy as i type. but yes, as a character Chuck Bass is oh so seductively pure evil, but i would really like to get to befriend him, Westwick i mean (yeh yeh kei as much as i'd like to jump him, you shoosh), and when i finally 'make the big time' i would love to collaborate with his band 'The Filthy Youth'. everyone go to their myspace now. add them. listen. love. that's a good little reader. i really enjoy listening to their song 'Le Soleil' which for those interested in trivia means 'The Sun'. beautiful song. well to me anyway, also go and listen to their song 'Orange', a nice summer song which is relevant since it is now summer. and if you don't like it... just don't tell me cause i'll never look at you the same way again =P
speaking of music i am especially loving the musical talent incorporated into the series Gossip Girl itself, majorly consisting of New York based bands i have particularily fallen for The Soho Dolls (Stripper), The Virgins (Rich Girls) and The Pierces (Secret, Three Wishes). the music from the series is now listened to by me as constant as my heart beats, same could be said by the songs of TFY.
i will now leave you with four of those lovely necklaces that i had recieved as presents and a few images from the series... *drools*
xx.
first we had trainee managers at our store getting the fouroneone on how to properly run shifts and the like and then there was the surprising fact that today wasn't actually that busy. oh but this guy who was a trainee manager was cute/hot/aesthetically pleasing if you will. he had one of our mcdonalds standard blue bandaids on his eyebrow, which for those of your unaware of the insider mcdonalds culture usually means that you've been cut or minorly injured and had to use a standard mcdonalds bandaid in replacement to an ordinary one as per the rule book, however the hot thing was it was actually covering an eyebrow piercing and i have to say regardless of the bandaid's presence or not that was one hot image right there, walking back and forth around the store in front of me the entire shift *drool puddle* someone bring me a mop bucket! (and his number? or give him mine?)
in other news my party was, well personally i'd give it a sucky 6 out of 10 and that's me being very generous considering the dj was actually good at his job, and kind of cute (yes bec i mean the one in the black shirt that said moots on it not the taller blueshirted one) but yes i consider this a low point in my party-hosting history majorly because of some turds who decided it would be fun to rsvp but not actually turn up with the only explaination that would suit them being that said turds would not be able to drown themselves in alcohol for the night. for the girls and guys that did come, your presence in celebrating my eighteenth birthday was and is greatly appreciated. however, for the idiotic dolts and doltettes that did not have the decency to come, well you can go eat dog feaces for all i care (unless you had a legitimate reason and told me) because frankly choosing to prioritise drinking above a person's birthday is the most stupid excuse i could have ever imagined someone using. because you couldn't drink!? if i ever see any of you... let's just say if looks could kill i'd use our year book right now to hunt every one of you down and just kill you right on your door step. yes i am angry. and yes i don't take kindly to people who abuse alcohol as if it were air.
on a lighter note, the presents i recieved kicked major ass! thankyou to all of you who took the time (whether long or short) to actually buy/make me a present. i now have quite the collection of necklaces, lipglosses, chocolate and twenty dollar notes which to thank you all for and it's absolutely carrying me to heaven. yes, more money to salvage the wreckage that is my savings account. my poor keycard practically melted through formal shopping. i think it's FINALLY started to rejuvenate itself and is nearly in one piece. let us hope at least as i have not checked my balance online in quite some time.
on an even LIGHTER note i must say that i have become increasing obsessed with the tv series Gossip Girl. the character of Blair Waldorf is officially my fashion idol and as slightly slimy a character as Chuck Bass is, the sarcastically witty and overtly seductive tone in which Ed Westwick portrays him is utterly devine and i find myself inwardly swooning when he graces his presence on screen. *ahem* and as one rabid fan simply put it in a comment on a youtube video of an interview in which Westwick stars, simply put into four choice words; "i want your babies". enough said.... no... actually there is more. there's the fact that his british accent, his low almost throaty, simply sexy british accent makes me die and go to heaven everytime he speaks when not in character and the fact that despite switching to an american accent as Chuck, Westwick STILL manages to bring over that low oh so sexy tone of voice that is driving millions (understatement of the century) of little fan girls crazy as i type. but yes, as a character Chuck Bass is oh so seductively pure evil, but i would really like to get to befriend him, Westwick i mean (yeh yeh kei as much as i'd like to jump him, you shoosh), and when i finally 'make the big time' i would love to collaborate with his band 'The Filthy Youth'. everyone go to their myspace now. add them. listen. love. that's a good little reader. i really enjoy listening to their song 'Le Soleil' which for those interested in trivia means 'The Sun'. beautiful song. well to me anyway, also go and listen to their song 'Orange', a nice summer song which is relevant since it is now summer. and if you don't like it... just don't tell me cause i'll never look at you the same way again =P
speaking of music i am especially loving the musical talent incorporated into the series Gossip Girl itself, majorly consisting of New York based bands i have particularily fallen for The Soho Dolls (Stripper), The Virgins (Rich Girls) and The Pierces (Secret, Three Wishes). the music from the series is now listened to by me as constant as my heart beats, same could be said by the songs of TFY.
i will now leave you with four of those lovely necklaces that i had recieved as presents and a few images from the series... *drools*
xx.
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eighteen years in the world
Dec. 5th, 2007 | 02:57 am
location: my room
mood: sick
music: "perfect lover" britney spears
so i'm officially eighteen years old starting from the sunday just passed. pretty cool that i'm all fully legal and everything now, though... i must say the actual sunday was pretty disappointing save for the lovely dinner at the restaurant lonestar i had with my parental units and younger male sibling. i recieved a free large fudge brownie sundae and the complimentary lonestar staff birthday song as a result of my mother telling our waiter that it was my birthday, it was funny and enjoyable... the only enjoyable part of the day besides being able to say i'm eighteen.
oh yeh, considering there's quite a generous gap between my previous entry and this one, i probably should mention that my class of 2007 has officially graduated and completed the HSC. yeh, that deserves a mention. also had the year twelve formal. oh that was fun, talked with sophia, con, ann and mark the majority of the night which was funny considering it was more like talked to mark the majority of the time (lawl ann!). handed out my 18th party invites. ran out at the last second but managed to get the message across to most of the peers. oh finally met mr. nick "and im the most intellectual chauvanist you'll meet"- melas. that was fun. actually i should mention that there were several of our form who were considerably 'wasted', 'sloshed', 'gone' or whatever euphemism you want to use as substitution, the point is they were drunk so they were gleefully blissful regardless of what was around them. unfortunately for the unintoxicated sober bunch of us we were very consciencously aware of just how badly the deejay sucked major ass. and as a result; for someone who obsessively dances whenever she finds the opportunity, i rarely danced at all that night, 'cept for the mandatory nutbush and macarena.
in other news i'm going to buy a nintendo DS this thursday out of sheer boredom with my life at the moment. yes, i'm in mental limbo at the moment, and no i don't think i will vacate from this position anytime soon. as far as i know i'm stuck here until some knight in shining armor or prince charming pulls me out. major suckage for me but shmeh.
meanwhile my birthday PARTY is getting closer and closer (this saturday to be more precise) and i can't wait to just dance the whole night and forget the fact i'm in mental limbo. get a sufficient amount of presents and money, and just collapse in a heap of unconscious bliss as sleep takes over me the following morning. sounds good, and i'm sticking to that plan.
oh well, hope the deejay at my party is good, if not *prematurely dies from lack of good music*, where the hell is that knight in shining armor/ prince charming figure when you need him?
tall-lanky-sarcastically-witty-boy-who's-a-s
xx.
oh yeh, considering there's quite a generous gap between my previous entry and this one, i probably should mention that my class of 2007 has officially graduated and completed the HSC. yeh, that deserves a mention. also had the year twelve formal. oh that was fun, talked with sophia, con, ann and mark the majority of the night which was funny considering it was more like talked to mark the majority of the time (lawl ann!). handed out my 18th party invites. ran out at the last second but managed to get the message across to most of the peers. oh finally met mr. nick "and im the most intellectual chauvanist you'll meet"- melas. that was fun. actually i should mention that there were several of our form who were considerably 'wasted', 'sloshed', 'gone' or whatever euphemism you want to use as substitution, the point is they were drunk so they were gleefully blissful regardless of what was around them. unfortunately for the unintoxicated sober bunch of us we were very consciencously aware of just how badly the deejay sucked major ass. and as a result; for someone who obsessively dances whenever she finds the opportunity, i rarely danced at all that night, 'cept for the mandatory nutbush and macarena.
in other news i'm going to buy a nintendo DS this thursday out of sheer boredom with my life at the moment. yes, i'm in mental limbo at the moment, and no i don't think i will vacate from this position anytime soon. as far as i know i'm stuck here until some knight in shining armor or prince charming pulls me out. major suckage for me but shmeh.
meanwhile my birthday PARTY is getting closer and closer (this saturday to be more precise) and i can't wait to just dance the whole night and forget the fact i'm in mental limbo. get a sufficient amount of presents and money, and just collapse in a heap of unconscious bliss as sleep takes over me the following morning. sounds good, and i'm sticking to that plan.
oh well, hope the deejay at my party is good, if not *prematurely dies from lack of good music*, where the hell is that knight in shining armor/ prince charming figure when you need him?
tall-lanky-sarcastically-witty-boy-who's-a-s
xx.
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royally speaking...
Oct. 29th, 2007 | 01:09 am
location: my room
mood: content
music: "marina gasolina" bonde do role
update...
daylight savings ended, stealing away an hour of my sleep. not really any lose there. this princess has now gotten herself addicted to vanilla icecream mixed with nutella, oh my gosh everyone has to try it, seriously really yummy. oh yeh, i'm a princess. for more information on what exactly i'm talking about go here;
"The rules & guidelines of princess purity"
the title stems from well my lack of social... errr 'activity' with the opposite sex. my guy friends kick ass. i just don't need to hook up with them or slut myself out to get their numbers.
in other news, i graduated a couple of weeks ago... scary as that may be it's been pretty great. i also only have two hsc exams left out of all ten. the only two left are french and drama, both theory tests.
i've also gotten myself addicted to drinking strawberry frappes from work everytime i have a break on shift. they are seriously addicting. oh, funnily enough i also created a bebo sometime earlier this month. check it out at;
http://www.bebo.com/pearlynrae
planning for my birthday is going really well. mother and father have already booked the venue (lidcombe dooleys club) which is right across the road from lidcombe station which is great if some people can't drive there. it's also officially on the 8th of december giving everyone at least five days to rest from schoolies. wow the princess is turning eighteen, very exciting.
i'll keep everyone posted.
xx.
daylight savings ended, stealing away an hour of my sleep. not really any lose there. this princess has now gotten herself addicted to vanilla icecream mixed with nutella, oh my gosh everyone has to try it, seriously really yummy. oh yeh, i'm a princess. for more information on what exactly i'm talking about go here;
"The rules & guidelines of princess purity"
the title stems from well my lack of social... errr 'activity' with the opposite sex. my guy friends kick ass. i just don't need to hook up with them or slut myself out to get their numbers.
in other news, i graduated a couple of weeks ago... scary as that may be it's been pretty great. i also only have two hsc exams left out of all ten. the only two left are french and drama, both theory tests.
i've also gotten myself addicted to drinking strawberry frappes from work everytime i have a break on shift. they are seriously addicting. oh, funnily enough i also created a bebo sometime earlier this month. check it out at;
http://www.bebo.com/pearlynrae
planning for my birthday is going really well. mother and father have already booked the venue (lidcombe dooleys club) which is right across the road from lidcombe station which is great if some people can't drive there. it's also officially on the 8th of december giving everyone at least five days to rest from schoolies. wow the princess is turning eighteen, very exciting.
i'll keep everyone posted.
xx.
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thurteendaiiz.
Sep. 10th, 2007 | 07:17 pm
location: my room
mood: energetic
music: 90's music. s2.
13 school days until school is finished... forever.
omg omg omg omg. scary and exciting at the same time.
schoolies? no thanks. im a money hoarder and would much prefer to spend it on things OTHER than random herpies hook-ups and sexual encounters sexually transmitting diseases, not to mention the killing of several hundreds of braincells thanks to a lovely thing people like to call GETTING SMASHED!
*clears throat* yeh, im going to be planning my 18th, which is going to fucking kick ass so yeh. awesomeness. mother dearest is going as far as having a planner/organiser help out... im soooo scrutinising and overseeing EVERYTHING that lady does when she comes i SWEAR. but it will be awesome, canNOT wait!
losing my winter weight. body feels sooo much more better. really. i've been missing my small abs curve, i actually said hello to it like two days ago... soo sweet to be reunited. and my boobs look bigger in comparison to my body now. wo0t! mhmm kick ass, can't wait to go summer shopping! "mother... i need to go shopping, please... *angel face*"
loving Hook N' Sling. great great DJ.
hating post-trials syndrome.
loving the fact there are only thirteen days of school left.
hating that i'm going to miss certain things about school.
loving it's the last year.
hating i still have exams to go.
loving that im going to turn 18 in a couple of months [02december].
hating blueberry + the ulgh images fran just gave me picturing her kiss a girl [ULGH!].
loving me slowly losing winter weight.
hating the fact that it's "slowly".
loving summer coming.
hating it's taking its damn time.
loving the money im getting from maccas.
hating that its not retail work.
loving that im going to be switching to retail [supre//citybeach] soon for summer.
hating waiting for the right time to quit maccas.
loving the soon to be discounts i'll get for clothes from retail.
hating that my dog i've had since i was 4 died two thursdays ago [30/08/07 RIP].
loving the talk of a replacement dog to ease the sadness.
oh and i LOVE my love/hate complex. it fucking rocks.
xx.
omg omg omg omg. scary and exciting at the same time.
schoolies? no thanks. im a money hoarder and would much prefer to spend it on things OTHER than random herpies hook-ups and sexual encounters sexually transmitting diseases, not to mention the killing of several hundreds of braincells thanks to a lovely thing people like to call GETTING SMASHED!
*clears throat* yeh, im going to be planning my 18th, which is going to fucking kick ass so yeh. awesomeness. mother dearest is going as far as having a planner/organiser help out... im soooo scrutinising and overseeing EVERYTHING that lady does when she comes i SWEAR. but it will be awesome, canNOT wait!
losing my winter weight. body feels sooo much more better. really. i've been missing my small abs curve, i actually said hello to it like two days ago... soo sweet to be reunited. and my boobs look bigger in comparison to my body now. wo0t! mhmm kick ass, can't wait to go summer shopping! "mother... i need to go shopping, please... *angel face*"
loving Hook N' Sling. great great DJ.
hating post-trials syndrome.
loving the fact there are only thirteen days of school left.
hating that i'm going to miss certain things about school.
loving it's the last year.
hating i still have exams to go.
loving that im going to turn 18 in a couple of months [02december].
hating blueberry + the ulgh images fran just gave me picturing her kiss a girl [ULGH!].
loving me slowly losing winter weight.
hating the fact that it's "slowly".
loving summer coming.
hating it's taking its damn time.
loving the money im getting from maccas.
hating that its not retail work.
loving that im going to be switching to retail [supre//citybeach] soon for summer.
hating waiting for the right time to quit maccas.
loving the soon to be discounts i'll get for clothes from retail.
hating that my dog i've had since i was 4 died two thursdays ago [30/08/07 RIP].
loving the talk of a replacement dog to ease the sadness.
oh and i LOVE my love/hate complex. it fucking rocks.
xx.
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Projects for Completion...
Aug. 13th, 2007 | 10:26 pm
location: laptop
music: FTS - Showtek
main projects for completion;
-mentoring my mini me/ sister.
~S*ee*a [so adorable]
-getting the guys to be our paparazzi/
runner boys/ driver/ stuff carriers/ cool guy.
-continue planning my debut;
~18 guys[roses] + 18 girls[candles].
-slimming down from a size 1...
[my winter weight].
to my normal size 0
[my awesome summer weight].
-photoshoots in the city.
-getting what's mine.
- is there anything im forgetting?
... oh yeh
- and complete the hsc.
xx.
-mentoring my mini me/ sister.
~S*ee*a [so adorable]
-getting the guys to be our paparazzi/
runner boys/ driver/ stuff carriers/ cool guy.
-continue planning my debut;
~18 guys[roses] + 18 girls[candles].
-slimming down from a size 1...
[my winter weight].
to my normal size 0
[my awesome summer weight].
-photoshoots in the city.
-getting what's mine.
- is there anything im forgetting?
... oh yeh
- and complete the hsc.
xx.
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don't waste my time... you will be mine...
Jul. 29th, 2007 | 01:52 pm
location: laptop
music: "Shooting Stars" - Cauterize
last first day of term. ever.
successfully gotten my L's
over the holidays, drama idea
the best. roses are red.
st. dominic's day; molly cuteness
music, running, dancing and laughing around
the plot; crowning dom's statue.
'07 jerseys: "rae -rae"
high school life nearly over.
malteasers addiction
red jelly belly jelly bean's addiction
french fries addiction
spin spin sugar...
slowly planning my debut [18th]
hahahaha "richy doo".
hsc monster nearly defeated.
procrastination + me = love. BFF!
xx.
successfully gotten my L's
over the holidays, drama idea
the best. roses are red.
st. dominic's day; molly cuteness
music, running, dancing and laughing around
the plot; crowning dom's statue.
'07 jerseys: "rae -rae"
high school life nearly over.
malteasers addiction
red jelly belly jelly bean's addiction
french fries addiction
spin spin sugar...
slowly planning my debut [18th]
hahahaha "richy doo".
hsc monster nearly defeated.
procrastination + me = love. BFF!
xx.
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late june/july holidays
Jun. 21st, 2007 | 10:44 pm
location: bedroom; MINE. all to myself.
music: On The Floor Remix - DJ Joey Blingz
hey everyone,
mid-year holidays coming up
tomorrow [friday]
is our last day of the first semester
so here's the drafted run through
of the beginning of my holidays;
22/06 father's birthday dinner
23/06 work from midday til 5pm.
24/06 rinse wash repeat of saturday
25/06 going for L's
shopping spree with mother
movie marathon night w/ pizza
so that's my first weekend covered.
make arrangements through;
- comments
- private msgs
- mobile/cellphone
- msn
- && email
i'll slot you in.
xx.
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(no subject)
Jun. 9th, 2007 | 07:20 pm
4 day weekend... sweet.
bored out of my mind though...
weird pussy boy if you're reading this
go the fuck away!
"speaker speaker on the dancefloor"
cant wait for my 18th in december;
debut + mad party
vintage shopping? cheap ass mofo? yeh...
weather crazy as hell, rain rain go away...
happy birthday queenie
hsc.must.die
need money for makeup, clothes etc etc $$$
dancefloor...
xx
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naturally.
May. 16th, 2007 | 10:43 am
music: "Cream" - "Federico Franchi"
stop the anorexia crap
naturally thin doesn't look emanciated.
homework lame
dance factory avoidance
pulse dance party [TBA]
HSC timetable recieved
McShifts Sat && Sun
Midday til 5:00pm.
xx
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la musique
May. 8th, 2007 | 04:30 pm
location: everywhere
music: "The Whistler" - "Claude Von Stroke"
btw; msn nick code:
|LT| - on my laptop
|SK| - on my sidekick
get it right. anyway...
may&&june skanks, here's the run down;
ebay bids being won
free boost drinks
drama performances etc
12 may dance factory appearance
mother's day
parramatta//burwood westfield appearance18 may house limited appearance [too busy]
new hair [colors//extensions?//layers]
several paychecks
l'aurals le français... merde
2 june rave valley appearance
shoot mock ups [TBA]
30 june utopia appearance
notice how everytime everything gets too busy
you dont seem so tired?
no? well then you suck.
<33xoxo
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hair && job interviews...
Apr. 7th, 2007 | 09:07 pm
hey it's me after so long of neglecting livejournal and living
the plastic life of a myspacer. anyway, the first part of this entry
relates to a problem i actually had on my myspace profile
and the journal itself is an actual blog from my profile so yeh.
here it is:
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(no subject)
Feb. 20th, 2007 | 06:40 pm
location: my laptop
mood: determined
music: "Say It Right" by "Nelly Furtado"
swiммiиg.cαяиivαı.'ø7
<33rae
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(no subject)
Oct. 22nd, 2006 | 06:32 am
location: my room; my laptop
mood: sooo tired lol
music: "Plug It In" by "Basement Jaxx ft. JC Chasez"
º`__рαятγ‼
well i had my 17th birthday party. gotta say some crazy things happened... well depends who u talk to. anyway i danced practically the whole night and ended up giving my legs spasms halfway through. even though it went till midnight the music had to be shut down by 11 because of noise control so for the last hour of the party everyone just sat down socialized and talked and drank.... talked and drank lol. i also got $185 in total of presents guys thanks heaps! also w00t the gabo, strobe and the black light kicked ass! it was sooo worth it hiring those. my whole skirt glowed fluro heehee. too bad the ppl from the city couldn't come but oh well next time definately. oh! and someone was getting fingered in the corner by this guy. interesting things lol hmm what else is there to say? i met some really nice and interesting people and yeh made new friends. i like having parties although i really need a better venue [in my opinion anyway]. everyone said they had a great time so im not complaining. soooo tired. practically danced the night away. hmm.... anyone got any ideas for my next venue?
<33rae
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IT'S OFFICIAL PPL! GET UR NAME'S IN!!!
Sep. 26th, 2006 | 08:59 pm
location: my room; my laptop
mood: PARTY!!!!!
music: "Elektro [Electro Mix]" by "Outwork ft. Mr.Gee"
`*_øfficiαı!
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coming soon...
Sep. 16th, 2006 | 06:40 pm
location: my room; my laptop
mood: ready for my dance party!
music: "Hips Don't Lie" by "Shakira ft. Wyclef Jean"
cøмiиg søøи…
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"jellyfish have nipples"
Sep. 3rd, 2006 | 12:32 am
location: my room
mood: calm
music: cars going by on the main road 2 blocks away
"jeııγfisн нαve иippıes"
thanx kurt for the knowledge and wisedom of the ages lol! omg! just came back from clara's party. w00t to everyone who danced. lol keep it PG! 'let's talk about the wiggles and i watched blues clues today'. hahaha well i got a big blister on my right foot from dancing so much in heels but that's the sacrifice i make for loving dancing. smoke/fog machine was great, music: great. food was EXCELLENTE! and the jerome club will live on in our ♥s forever and ever! i really need to have a random party or an early birthday party before i leave for the philippines at the end of the year...
ooh! yr11 finished our exams and as usual with minimal study i pass! w00t! the 4-5 days off was the best and everyone who had french last, that was the best exam EVER lmao!
Welps my legs are really tired from all the dancing so i might as well sleep. yay for spring finally gracing us with it's presence.
♥pixy
ooh! yr11 finished our exams and as usual with minimal study i pass! w00t! the 4-5 days off was the best and everyone who had french last, that was the best exam EVER lmao!
Welps my legs are really tired from all the dancing so i might as well sleep. yay for spring finally gracing us with it's presence.
♥pixy
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cbf losers
Aug. 27th, 2006 | 09:31 pm
location: my laptop
mood: minxy
music: "Boogie 2Nite"//"Tweet"
свf ıøseяs
Alright haven't updated in a while so newaiiz we're starting to overhaul the house for our trip to thailand//china//hong kong//philippines. Well my mom is anyway. I am going to have soo many clothes and shit loads of stuff when we get back I won't have any space to put it in! Mom made spaghetti and garlic bread tonight for dinner, I had like 4 bowls of it. I ♥ her spaghetti.So anyway I only have one more exam to go for our prelim assessment block. So fucking easy! I'm like so relaxed and everything it doesn't even feel like I go to school anymore. Eh cbf writing a proper entry, I'll update when I get some good shit to put up.
♥pixy
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insomniacs anonymous
Jul. 31st, 2006 | 08:28 pm
location: in front of my laptop
mood: bouncy
music: "Violet Sauce" by "Amuro Namie"
i love being my type of insomniac... there are the ones i kinda feel sorry for because they desperately need the sleep and yet can't sleep because they can't find that peace. well im the other kind of insomniac... i embrace my insomnia cause of the fact that i can stay up as long as i want, only get aslittle as 2 hours sleep and STILL manage to be hyperactive and super super too cool for school... lmfao jks ppl.
hmmm Dom's day was interesting. I performed at the concert... kei cried when she visited me backstage and we went to the bathroom to wipe her eyes lol she hugged me and said she's soo proud of me. that means so much to moi. anyways, hopefully im going to join her at her work soon. coz its like uber cool... "let me out BANG let me out let me out! BANG BANG let me out BANG!" lolz.
<3rae
hmmm Dom's day was interesting. I performed at the concert... kei cried when she visited me backstage and we went to the bathroom to wipe her eyes lol she hugged me and said she's soo proud of me. that means so much to moi. anyways, hopefully im going to join her at her work soon. coz its like uber cool... "let me out BANG let me out let me out! BANG BANG let me out BANG!" lolz.
<3rae