Oh silly girl. Pour your soul into the internet in hopes that someone will see it. Silly girl who name drops charlieissocoollike in hopes that he ends up on my page and is like: "what? someone who’s sane and doesn’t collect shirtless pictures or write slash about my flatmate and me?"
Guess who’s drunk!
Just kidding, only sleep deprived. There isn’t even the inflection to let you know that the last statement was supposed to be a Scott Pilgrim reference.
Sarah, have I stories for you. The first time I did in fact get drunk was last halloween at a party. I ended up making out with this bad boy who I knew was a bad person to be making out with in a secret hideout under a stairwell, but c’est la vie. If by “c’est la vie” you mean “c’est la drunk and stupid.”
Never drink with horny gits. :)
God I hope you’re reading this blog. ARE YOU HEARING ME SARAH!? are you hearing the words in which I am currently saying to you?
oh Up. Great movie. I love Alpha’s speech patterns.
I don’t know. I’ve been doing a lot of nothing. Melissa’s birthday party was on Monday, and I was mildly vengeful and stole Caleb with Perla, Lily, and Ysabel. He ducked out early, and didn’t say goodbye to the birthday girl. She was not amused.
My hair is getting really long, it’s down past my shoulders now. Which is weird. And super annoying, because whenever you put your bag on your shoulder your hair gets caught in it and it’s just like “fuuuuu”
I wonder how school is going for you. Or summer vacation. What season is it in Australia anyways? Or are you even in school? I mean, it’s weird enough that you have Christmas in your summer. That just seems all kinds of f*cked up to me.
Anyways. I should probably go to bed, considering it’s 2:34. Man that’s an exciting time! Oh order, how you never fail to make me smile. I’ll probably end up playing sudoku for a bit on my ipod before I sleep, but I’m cool like that now. Apparently.
Okay. I can’t put points to things. My brain isn’t that complex… or maybe being able to put points to things is overly simplifying it. I mean, there’s a lot to be said about being able to get along with someone, and even if you like the same things it doesn’t mean that you can be friends. Though based on his videos we probably would get along… But that’s only the part of himself that he’s showing to the internet. Which just makes me sound mildly delusional.
I give up! I give up on celebrity worship and the desire to look up random things about someone just because you can//have the urge to know. If you can’t ask the person yourself then you shouldn’t bother. If your experience behind the person only exists through the keyboard then it’s pointless because you’ll never really know if you’ll get on or not or if it’s just one side of their personality. People aren’t 2D like they are on the screen.
Now my only problem is my terrible fear of dealing with people in real life. I don’t deal with boys well…. Off to the land of fiction, where at least my admiration for someone is something that I can try to be rather than an obsession that I can have.
I mean, dear lord. Charimon? I think the part that amuses me most is that there are people who want to read that, or spend their time writing it. I mean yes, yaoi is awesome in it’s own way, but most of the time, correct me if I’m wrong, it’s fictional characters.
The shirtless bit is a little sketch as well. It’s creepy to have your own collection, but to share that you’re creepy and have the will to share your sketchiness… it’s a bit odd. I mean, I wouldn’t go as far to say that you should keep your own collection and hoard them like Gollum or something is better, but good god man**
**Hilarious. Agnostics using phrases like this, I know.
If I was to do a Charlie point thinger, it would go down more:
Video games + —- wait. We need a scale. Except how do you make a hotness point scale. Okay. Lets say that 100 points is ‘have your way with me now you sexy fiend!’ But then the problem with that is that doesn’t imply the appeal of a hypothetical relationship with those mentioned. So 100 points is “I want to date you” maybe? that seems a bit weak. 500 is “I want to marry you and have five children, one of whom is named Timothy. He’ll have blue eyes and a funny little lisp.”
This post is going on for far too long, the actual point scale will be on the next box.
Okay. So we [with the little girl and her mum] went to Abbey Road and to Harrods and this huge park place with ducks and those foot-petal boats and huge expanses of lawn and flowers and fountains and stuff. It was intense. Speaking of intense: HOLY BALLS HARRODS.
I mean good lord! I only went through like. Two floors! That place is HUGE. If you played hide and go seek there you’d be F*CKED. Even if you limited it to one floor. Anyways we went a bunch of places like Big Ben and Natural History Museum and The Globe Theater and what-have-you. Camden Market and Covent Gardens. All these antique shops where I was scolded for using my camera and stuff. Millenium bridge and the museum like, right next to it on the opposite of Thames as Saint Pauls Cathedral. So many book stores.
I can’t even remember all of the crazy things we did. But we’re home now, and I’m stuck at home sick. But I just got Spotify and it kicks ass. Everything British does.
Didn’t get to find Charlieissocoollike but it’s okay I guess. *sob*
The family that we first stayed with lived on this farm and it was really cute and they had these wild rabbits [that the dad would bitch about] and they had a horse and goats and sheep and what-have-you. The first thing we were offered upon reaching their house was tea, which I secretly found hilarious. I mean, it’s so stereotypical. Anyways, apparently the wife wanted to move into this other place somewhere else when they were looking for a house and as it turns out Paul McCartney moved in next door to that house that they didn’t move into. [[go figure]]
They had a really weird family dynamic that isn’t my right to share about but there was a son maybe a few years older than I am and a daughter a year or two above him — Alistar and Joanna. They were really nice. After our days with them we stayed with my moms other friends family for a night before going on the EuroStar to Paris. The train ride was surprisingly fast. Who knew? besides everyone in Europe. We stayed with this guy who lived alone in this apartment complex he ran except it was kind of weird and we were on the third floor (so we had to carry our bags up this spiraling staircase and it sucked - but it was a spiral staircase which automatically makes it kick ass… a wide one, not a perfectly cylindrical one like you see on the sims [DAMN THAT GAME])
So we stayed in this guys apartment. Turns out he’s like a physicist for like NASA or something crazy like that. We came home once and he was playing the violin terribly. We stayed for Bastille day and saw the last Harry Potter (with french subtitles, HILARIOUS. “elder wand” was translated to “la baguette” and oh god. so great). We didn’t actually go into any museums or the eiffel tower or anything. But we walked around a lot and went into a bunch of churches and stuff and it was pretty and I’d like to think we got a better sense of the city. We had breakfast at the same pastry place each morning and it was amazing. Baguettes don’t taste as delicious here.
There was this bridge that people just covered in locks. Luggage locks, locker locks, trunk locks. Some were engraved and others just had sharpie writing on them; but they all glistened in the light and it was beautiful. Then we went back to England and stayed at this hotel that was like, a block and a half away from Kings Cross Station. It was kind of more hostel-esque but we got our own bathroom and breakfast was provided and there were like a million staircases that went off in every direction. I don’t even know how to explain it.
Anyways mom and I got Oyster cards and we went to so many places it was ridiculous. After about four days there we went back and stayed with the second family we stayed with pre-Paris. They just moved there because the father is a rocket scientist for NASA (wtf with all the NASA bro!) and the wife was hilarious and feisty and they had a four year old hellion named Sarah. She had this mop of curly red hair and instantly decided because we matched we were best friends so she wouldn’t leave me alone very much. C’est la vie. More in part three. heh rhymes
I’ve been back from England for a little over a week. I watched movies with Lily and Melissa and Caleb (and Nathan Wilen, but he didn’t really say anything). And by movies I mean Charlie Bartlett. and I can’t stop listening to this chicks version of Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. I’ve been bedridden for like: a day and a half because I have the worst head-cold ever.
England (and three days in France) was amazingggg. We walked almost everywhere (mom bribed me to keep walking with icecream [clever woman]) but I suppose we saw more that way. I’ve been doing a lot of really intense pattern drawings (really fast because I do them so frequently). If I had your address I’d send you one with your name. But I don’t know your favorite color anymore, unless it’s still blue. Maybe I’ll ask Lily for your address.
ANYWAYS we stayed with my moms friend and her family the first three days and on the first night (the day that we flew in) we went to this folk music concert in this like. Renovated barn-turned-theater because the woman who lived there was an actress and had all her actor friends come and do plays for fun. Then we went to Heaver castle and it was amazing and HUGE and beautiful. Herm. Maybe I should post pictures…. looks like this might be a multiple post story telling because this box is already huge. The day after Heaver, we went up to Brighton and did the board walk and the Royal something (pavillion. The Royal Pavillion. doesn’t that sound arrogant. I googled it.) that George the fourth Built. It was Oriental style, which didn’t really make any sense but apparently he had a love of Asian culture or something. Don’t ask me.