Are You a Hippie?

You're Not Exactly a Hippie...

While you're not a hippie, you've got the spirit of one. Like most hippies, you have deep beliefs and unusual interests. You may not buy into hippie fashions, music, or heavy drug use. But at heart, you are a free spirit and suspicious of the status quo.

Are You a Hippie?

Dentist Horror

School was off today because NUTty teachers are on strike- i don't mind since i get to have a lay in whilst they're butchering the government into paying them more.

My day was not as relaxing as planned, after i went to the dentist for a tooth extraction.
On the way there i was imagining, you know, blood baths and saws and hammers for teeth and stuff, but after she finished pulling at my tooth i realised it wasn't so bad after all. I mean yeah, she used an anaesthetic and there was no knee-on-chest-yank-it-out sort of thing. No no, my swedish dentist is very cautious. Maybe she reads minds and read mine and discovered that i don't deal with pain. Not very well anyways. Last time i had a tooth extraction, at age 7, i think i kicked my dentist. Reflex or just revenge? I don't know, but i was NOT a happy bunny. Evil lady she was, old and cranky and midget-like. Bad bad memories.
Ah no worries, Cliff was there- otherwise i might've kicked this one too, although she used an anaesthetic and i'm 8 years older and wiser.

Cliff told me some stories about his horror dentist and apparently once he pulled out the wrong tooth. LOL that does not sound fun. His dentist was apparently "a huge ginger guy". Well, i guess that's scarrier than mine then.

Another extraction on Tuesday. So then i won't be able to chew with either sides of my mouth. Oh joys of being a kid.

Birthdeh Parteh

I did quite well from my birthday this year. I got all i wanted. =)
All partied out today... yesterday i was running around all day from 7am. Party itself was great!! Everybody seemed to have a blast, so it's all good. We danced, we sung, we ate. We played games involving wooden spoons, blindfolds, touching people up, chopsticks, bottles and balloons. The music was loud, the food was great and the laughs were around.

Thank yous:

• Parents- nothing got broken but the carpet got slightly stained and a few scratches/marks on the walls. Thank you for the patience.
• Friends- presents were amazing, some fattening and some stunning, but all much appreciated. Thank you for giving me ze awesomeness of a 15th birthday. =)
  

Colours

The first day that I was allowed to leave the hospital I woke up and saw red. I thought it was a dream, so I shook my head. Nothing's changed. Panicking now, what if I'm hurt? Bleeding? I checked my head and traced the line of blood across my forehead right to the back of my head. I am bleeding, but how, when, why?

Delano entered the room as he heard me screaming the loudest scream he and probably the neighbourhood have ever heard. With a puzzled, worried look on his face he hugs me. It frustrates me that he can't see it. How can he just be so ignorant? I am obviously bleeding from the head, and he appears to me as a big red blob. I open my mouth to speak out in protest but i can't. He starts speaking to me instead. Telling me how it'll be okay, that it was just a dream. He must be crazy, he's talking nonsense; how dare he think I'm dreaming?

There was this other unidentified red creature that I noticed standing in the doorway, watching me with big red eyes. And another, then some more, until I had at least 4 people around me.
These red strangers seemed to care, strangely enough. On the other hand, they seemed to be circling, waiting to pounce, maybe attack? This scared me and my blood pressure started rising steadily until I found my whole body to be the colour of my surroundings. I had to get out of there and start heading towards the steps. After the first step I remember everything spinning, upside down and twirling, and then black.

I woke up and saw green. Wow, this is pretty! Maybe I'm on Mars. I always wanted to go there, but I never imagined it would be so green!
I'm overwhelmed by a fresh smell- grass probably. Reggae music is playing from somewhere below and I notice some little, green, grass smelling, blobby yet friendly creatures appearing and climbing towards me. They stop and smile at me, signing me to follow them down there. I step forwards and I hear an evil laugh behind me. I turn around abruptly, only to find one of the blobs giggling at me and in the next fraction of a second it pushes me. I fell and it all went hazy green, then dark.

I woke up and saw nothing. Black.

Farewell Popsy..

Dear Popsy,

I will miss your slow reactions, and your forever crashing system. Your very low performance processor and your lack of capability to do the simplest tasks, your inexistent ability to burn disks or play DVDs and games, were a very big part of my life.
Your tickle button wouldn't let me click on anything and would dance around the screen clicking by itself on things that again, made you crash and then refuse to start up again, so that i couldn't finish my english essay.
Typing with you was always an adventure that made my blood boil and make me so angry that i actually wanted to uninstall your mother, Windows. I apologize if getting a new keyboard insulted your perfectly compact yet useless keyboard that had and still has missing letters.

It's time to look forward and i'm sorry that i have cheated on you with a newer, faster, higher resolution version of you, but c'est la vie, my friend. You aren't getting any younger. Your casing is nearly wrinkly, your keyboard is getting dust from not being used and we all know that you have only a few gigabytes to go before you're full up and overweight. Maybe you shouldn't have had so many cookies then. Need to know when to stop.
Maybe it's my fault for not keeping them away from you and for not scanning your health daily, for that i'm sorry. Maybe if i did, i wouldn't have had to cheat.

Leopold is the better you. Fully functional, speedy, with a functional keyboard he reminds me of a younger you.
I'll never forget how your viruses ate my programs and some pictures, still lost today. Funny how when Windows crashed on both of us, i pleaded you to come back to life and you did, for me. =) You looked out for me, keeping the net pervs away and i looked out for you, formatting disk C once in a while.
Remember this though, you were my first. Before you, Popsy, i was a laptop virgin.
Now i have to go, Leopold requires some installations.
Farewell my dear computer, we've had some fun times, some annoying times, and some kill-me-now-i-hate-technology times, but i'll focus on the good parts.

P.S I'm sorry i never got the full version of Norton for you.

What Colour Heart Do You Have?

Your Heart Is Orange

Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love. And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone. Your flirting style: Hyper Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for! Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded What you bring to relationships: Energy

What Color Heart Do You Have?

Holy S***!!!

Au contraire to my parents' beliefs, i do also use the Internet for some good geek info.
Browsing through cracked.com i found an article about 6 Gruesome Disorders Anyone Can Get that completely shook me. That shit's scary. My "favorite" is the Cavernous Sinus Granulomatosis, which pains you like a nail stuck through your eye, in other words, painful shit!!
And I quote:
"Cavernous sinus granulomatosis is a condition where channels behind the eye become inflamed, putting pressure on the bundles of nerves behind it. These nerves, not having the chops to secure a legitimate gig doing pain sensation on the outside of the body, can't miss their time to shine and really lay it on thick. This can also cause blurred vision and a tingling sensation in the forehead, but most patients seem to focus on the OH MY HOLY FUCK sensation of a nail in their eye."

This wins the Ruru Award for "Most Painful Shit" for April 2008. No yay to that.

French Mute Dispute

Had french today. Usually the highlight of my school day, but not this time.
This time i managed to step off on the wrong foot with SR. Damn.
I hate arguing with friends, but even worse is when they are upset and refuse to tell me what's going on. Don't get me wrong, i'd always be in for a good argument, but not when it involves upsetting people I care about.
Turns out it was a misunderstanding, with him believing I was mad at him for not being able to come to my party because of personal issues. Oh those awkward silences...hate 'em. Truly.

After the lesson i burst and had to say something, so we sorted things out. We both opened up and i think he ended up grasping that i was in fact, not mad at him at all. Feelings out, opinions understood, compromise and hug it off. That's how things should be between friends. Neither SR or me are the kind to hold grudges so we're still ze awesomeness. Yay to that! =)

Has He Been Speaking?

I think i have a natural instinct to switch my brain off after my first step into my maths classroom. I don't know why, it happens everytime. Walk in> sit down> open book in attempt to complete exercises all results in me daydreaming. I daydream in all of my lessons but maths is the only one in which i daydream 100%, therefore completely blocking out anything Mr. Phillips ever says. I have noticed this defect, and i'm trying to snap out of it, because i have no idea what he's been on about for the last 4 months, at least, and i have an exam out of that blab-blab in a month's time. I got past the last exam (daydreaming through all of that term too) with a B+. Now, B stands for BAD, but i'd be alright with a B overall in maths for this year.

Thing is, the teacher isn't even boring, he's actually a very good teacher. Sadly, that doesn't make a difference to my stubborn anti-maths system. I feel embarrassed that everytime he looks at me i'm either yawning as if to swallow him whole, or obviously somewhere in another universe. I find myself waking up 40 minutes in the lesson, staring at him blankly and asking myself "Has he been speaking this whole time?" and if i find the answer is yes "What on earth has he been speaking about?"...

Let's hope i can pull this off for long enough to pass me this next exam. It's not my teacher's fault that maths bores me truly more than anything else, ever. Don't give me any pills, just make me do some maths and it'll act like or better than a narcotic. Instant sleep. Incredible daydreams in 3d graphics. LOL...
Doesn't sound like a mathematician in training, does it? No, didn't think so.

Happy Kiddo

Happy kiddo- yes I am! And i'm lovin' it.
People that couldn't reach me yesterday caught me today, which made my otherwise incredibly dull Wednesday happy.
Also, Cliff informed me of this Dell Vostro laptop offer which after i checked out, looks pretty fine! That would complete my present from him. =) He knows me well enough by now to know that technology makes me happy.
That doesn't mean i'm an 100% materialistic freak though. (only about 80%) The little things matter, i notice nice gestures and thoughts too, shockingly enough. Presents have to mean something to the giver and receiver. If they don't, then it won't work so well, at least for me. A long distance call, or simply a sweet message, maybe a smile, flowers, makes so much of a difference to a gift.
Oh geez, i'm still all soft and sweet from yesterday, i need to get bitchy again before i go insane!! Just kidding, i'm not made of stone.