Too many ten pound marshmellows.
Ok, yea I know. I'm wayyy over due for a blog. But sudden inspiration, ermm, motivated me to write. I guess I really want to have a super cute blog like Jessie's :) I think I need to change my background, blog name, well, let's just say i need to renovate my blog. It sounds too much year 8-ish. :D Year nine now.
So far, it sucks.
We're learning Consumer Arthimitic. Now, In case you haven't read the about me section, I have absoloutley no interest in becoming an account or working in a bank. What-so-freaking-ever. I want to become a writer.
Wr-it-er.
And just how is learning about Mark's allowance, plus his extra retainer gonna help me, may I ask??
=.=' Anyhow. There IS one thing I am happy about.
Ok, well I've become a SHINee fan. For those of you who don't know who they are, GOOGLE IT. They are pretty awesome. And I'm, like, as close as being Asian, as, well, a stick. A good, Asian-wanna be kinda stick. Yea. um. New topic, say?
This message is really delayed. I went to Coff's Harbour on a holiday last year, before Christmas, for a week, and I was at these Sunday Markets-(which are totally awesome-they have soaps shaped and smelling like candy, and gorgeous ankle jewlery)- and I met an authour!! =O I was hyped.
I wandered over to his stall, seeing the books, and smelling them from a distance (just kiddin) and I walked over, picking one up and reading the blurb. The stall owner was just sitting back and drinking something.
And then our convo went something like this..
"The authour of those books is here write now," he said.
I looked up suprised, and shooting a quick glance at the cover of the book I was holding.
"Your-your Micheal Davies?" I asked, cause that was the name.
"Guilty as charged," he said putting his hands up and smiling.
Ok, and then basically we got talking about writing and how I wanted to write stuff, and I really wanted to be an authour, and he was really nice and kept encouraging me.
And after I said goodbye and left, with his business card so I could email him about any writing problems I had, I walked by the stall again to leave, with my family, and he called me and actually gave me one of his books. For free. It's called, 'The Business School Approach to Writing Your Novel' and, naturally, I read it ASAP. It definitely is a good book. For all those smart people out there who are awesome writers I recommend it.
Hehehehe best.holiday.ever. he also signed the book. Ahahaha I was so hyped!
Yea anyway. My mum has recently gone pillow crazy. I meant it, she's bought at least eight pillows within the last few months. Why? oh, no reason. She just thinks every pillow she touches feels softer than the last. Kinda like the grass looks greener on that side of the mountain. Nope. It's as green as its gonna get right here.
Oh and everyone knows that random site Omegele, right? If you don't, ok, GOOGLE IT. Ha. ok yea, so I was on it, and I was talking to this guy about racsim.
Except, no not really, he was telling me his opinion.
Oh yes, a very racist opinion it was, and I'm definitely against that stuff, so we had this full on argument of which neither of us one. Well, it was either half an hour on Consumer Arithmetic, or this arguing this dude.
That's how much I dislike Math.
Ok so, half way through this negotiation, this guy starts turning on me and starts calling different insults for different races. Now it was really shocking cos this guy was so straight on believing that we'd be a purer cleaner, more peacefull, more race (I personally thought this dude is physco) and he kept going on, but I got angry when he said, well, betted , "I bet your a filthy Asian." It was about that moment I went into Amenesia mode on my math homework and got stuck into this nutt-so.
Well, gee, I only have about, oh yea, 30 Asian friends that I love <3
Ok, ok, I probs shouldn't go on that site for a while. And be good and do my maths. Iccck. My brain hurts thinking about it.
I have plan I'm going to need help with. So, Jessie, being the darling you are, you promised me a dress to the Grad dinner. And since you are so opposed to dresses, though i can't imagine why, i have another option for you, and theres a bit more liberty to it.
Dress, or heels and whatever you want to wear.
Yea, more liberty as in breaking your ankles :) hehehehehehehe xD
I'll post back soon, hopefully.
Cat xx
