Working 9-5

So.....

ITS SPRING BREAK PEOPLE!!!! woooop wooop woooooop!

Normally this would be an AMAZING occurrence, but no, not for me. The start of the easter holidays brings the lovely realisation that not only should i be working non-stop, but that there is like NO time left in school for me. that's right- the END of a good 15 years of schooling will come to an end in about two months. University is a completely different kettle of fish. Not even a type of fish, like a massive submarine that pretends to be a fish with camouflage and shit but is, for all intents and purposes, just a big hunk of metal that has all these unknown gadgets in it that i most definitely wont know how to use. And loads of weird sailors that i've never met before.

So yes, in a short couple of months I will be heading off onto that submarine, destination unknown, with only wit and personality to keep me company (less of the wit).

So now I am not only terrified as to where my life is going, but terrified as to whether or no it is going. What if i fuck up and don't get into a uni, or what if i go and i hate it?

Yeah yeah yeah, apparently all people feel like this before they head off into the big bad world but at the moment it kind of feels like it's just me. Yeah, my friends are going through it too, but i KNOW that they'll make friends (because lets face it, i wouldnt be friends with losers without any social skills now would i?) and have a blast, but what about ME?

I know, me-me-me right? But I guess that's what a blog is for anyway.

Anyway, what else has been going on in this aspiring call girl's life?

ERMMMMMMMMMM ZILCH. My life is like one of those plays you put on when you're little, where you have the first couple of scenes that you've practiced and thought through and then you spend the rest of it ad libbing, and everyone is just praying it'll be over soon. Well right now, im coming to the end of those rehearsed scenes and i have NO idea what my next line is or even who will join me in the next scene.

jeeez i do like my metaphors.

Right now I'm about to head out to the park to meet Loz and Frey, but the rain has literally JUST started as i started typing that. fml. Probably should go and check what the new plan is, or maybe we'll just make a rain check. (get it? 'rain check'?? yeah me neither.)

buhbye kiddies

xxxxxx

John Mayer

Recently I've been getting really into John Mayer- I had always thought he was just a pretty face and an amateur actor who screwed over Jennifer Anniston, so of course my first impression of him was pretty shitty.

But some of his stuff is pretty amazing. Like REALLY amazing. 'Who Says' might be one of my favourite songs of all time.

BUT (and this is a pretty big but), I have a bone to pick with one of his songs. In 'Free Fallin' he talks about a good girl, quickly followed by 'she loves jesus and America too'. I'm all for patriotism, more power to ya!, but the slipping in of the word Jesus kind of fucked me off.

Now its one thing to say someone loves jesus, free speech and all that, but the implication that one must love jesus to be a good girl is very much there, and very much wrong.

it annoys me that these kind of (i dont want to call them subliminal, but thats what they are) subliminal messages are put into so many songs. It's a kind of brainwashing, as if to say that people are somehow defined by their position on religion.

I'm basically a good girl and I don't particularly love jesus, I barely even know the guy! Does that mean i'm a "bad girl"?

Sheesh give a girl a break!

Okay that was a pretty self-indulgent blogpost considering that i have all of ONE follower- but she is a pretty amazing one.

A BIG SHOUTOUT TO MA GIRL NATASHA RUTH REGAN SELF- love for this girl from day.

Wow, i definitely managed to ruin what little intelligence y'all thought that i had with that little one-line-cheese-gangster fest.

I need to go make Alice Randle's 18th card now- laters.

Virgin

Heya peeps (considering i have no followers i find that highly amusing),

So here i am, new to blogspot.com, and this is post is officially de-flowering me. I have a tumblr, but so far i am enjoying this form of blogging much more. It makes me feel like something out of sex and the city; its much more matter of fact than tumblr (Which seems to be more about pictures and music? im not dissing it, just that my simple brain is addled by the idea that blogs can be for more than just typing. Plus i cant work out how to get the links etc as I am technologically retarded.

So, again, here i am!

Forgive me if a) my blogging is absolute shite, im basically a newbie b) if my layout is shit and c) if you dont like my blog name- although I believe it to be very witty and very apt.

Toodlepip!