perfect people suck

so like. hi for the first time in 289134932491235 months!

since school started i’ve been too lethargic and tired and busy to do anything else but fall asleep as soon as i get home from school every day. these past few weeks i’ve even been ignoring le bestie tremendously and i think she hates me now -flicks hair- 

no kidding, I’M FABULOUS! 8) 

sometimes i really disappoint myself, and i wonder, am i the only one? i can’t be the only one who gets pumped up to study and then upon reaching home consumes a packet of m&ms and drinks 3098532934 juice boxes before falling into bed and sleeping till the break of dawn, can i? 

there probably are others like me. and as much as i don’t want to admit it, we’re all probably going to fail in the real world. because i had an epiphany the other day. here i was, drifting along going YEAH I’M GOING TO SUCCEED BECAUSEEE in the movies, all the kids who  aren’t the most successful ones in HIGH SCHOOL are the ones who are farting on everyone’s heads when they’ve built up the number one most successful company in the world.

but then it came to me. in the movies, the popular, pretty ones are dumb, blonde bimbos, and the ones who weren’t famous in high school, who weren’t shining stars, were all smart, hipster girls who though for themselves and were bloody smart. 

i had been drifting along for three years thinking that i was going to succeed when in reality, i WAS the dumb bimbo! you see, everyone in my school who’s like pretty and popular and like trolling everyone was smart and clever and popular with the teachers! polar opposites of what the movies show us. I BLAME YOU MEAN GIRLS FOR MY MISCONCEPTIONS! ;____;

so i guess it’s time to pull myself up. and like shoulder the reins and go off into a galloping frenzy of nerdy hipsterness. what i’m worried about is how i’m so unmotivated. what’s my purpose in life? 

here i am, floating about like a dandelion on weed. (geddit? ehehehehe….hoohoo….fail *okay.jpg). 

i’m just going to go off and do my homework now. and no bumbecca, you can’t help me! D:< 

lalala

at bestie’s house naaoh <3 she’s my everythaang -clingy- 

i’m just glad that my mum is letting me hang over and shit and not permanently grounding me for life since hols are ending soon :( okay so like quick update on popcorn boy: it failed. he wasn’t there and we lurked around the cinema like pedo creepers for nothing ~_~ 

mirandamonstrosity:

IT’S SO FLUFFY I CAN DIE.

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my face everytime i look for my phone or glasses ~_~

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telekinesis and teenage hormones

random post today, so read this at your own risk!

  I’ve never been a fan of crowds, and today, when we had to perform in front of a crowd, on a crowded stage, I almost died. I snapped at everyone when they didn’t do my bidding, or read my mind to know what I wanted, or when they didn’t manage to whip out magically the items that I wanted. <.<” But that can be excused since I’m a teenager, right?! Raging hormones and all that… -harflick-

  Up on that small, teeny crowded stage, I felt so so so so SO jelly when looking at all those people (aka tb girls with long brown hair) walk past with yummy looking red balls on their sticks -salivates-

fuck that sounded wronggg.

  I envied them cos they were all wearing shorts and short sleeves and I was wearing frigging stockings with a frigging hoodie. A striped one. So all in all, I was in a pretty bad mood by the time I got home. I didn’t get to make my bed in the morning cos I was in a rush (oooh busy guurl!), so in the car, I was just looking out the window, pondering, when an epiphany came to me. 

 What if I could make my bed…THROUGH MY MIND? If bloody Matilda who is like a little kid can do it, SO CAN I! RIGHT? 

  So I set about methodically removing each item from my bed and then methodically replacing them all in their correct places, bears, stuffed toys, doona and all. I was so concentrated that shit went down.

Mum: Why do you look so constipated? Ngo ge lui kem guai aiyoaiyo (my daughter’s so weird god god)

Me: -deep in thought-

Mum: Drink some water it’s hot ajsdfh awkeljf l;aslalalala

Me: -roars in displeasure and tugs on dreadlocked armpit hair (so indie right?<3)-

  I was so delusional that by the time I got home, I had convinced myself that my bed would be neatly and impeccably made, and all clean and sparkly like the bed in a princess’s room. I even dared hope that even my room was clean and sparkly. So I strode in, and confidently flung the door open, ONLY TO FIND THAT MY ROOM STILL LOOKED LIKE A HOBO’S TWO STOREY CARDBOARD HOUSE. 

  So I flung myself onto my smelly, unmade bed littered with my gross undyed hair and cheese and foot cheese and god knows what, and sobbed my heart out (gotta add some tears for a more dramatic effect -bubzbeauty voice). 

  Then I just laid there, only moving on occasion to scratch my itchy leg (gotta get rid of that goddamn mosquito whore soon), change positions from an uncomfortable one to an even more uncomfortable one so that my self pity would be justified, and to stare at my otaku-esque like posters of anime characters with envy and obvious jelliness, wishing I was them. Or one of them. 

  I lay there for perhaps a half hour or two, musing about the meaning of life (capsule), about teachers who are a level above “retard”, about smelly socks and grated cheese. I’m not even joking -.-“ 

  I even tried to shake myself out of my stupor many times. I failed each time, grunting with the effort of moving myself one inch closer to the edge of the bed. Finally though, I managed to land facedown on my smelly gray carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed (checked how to spell it in google, yay google!) in like a month or something. And I opened the fortune cookie that everyone got for free at the CNY festival earlier today, thinking it would cheer me up. And it did!!

Guess what my fortune was:

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“Find your Lunar New Year fortune at sbs.com.au/findthedragon”.

-.-

At least the cookie initiated everything else that happened next, aka blogging and eating more cookies hehehhee. Eating peanut puffs now, they’re so fcuking yummeh! Even though le bestie and I are meant to go stalk Popcorn Boy tomorrow. Who cares though, he’ll really be worth it if he manages to look past the whaley exterior! <3 

http://www.bubzbeauty.com/diary/179-im-home.html

How cute is bubzbeauty’s boyfriend? trolol but my boyfriend is even cooler, he does this ultra rad thing where he doesn’t exist! ;D

Camwh0re pic for you c: 

I promise this will be my last peanut puff! </3

i want one :c

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THE YEAR 2758

• child: mommy i can't sleep
• mother: don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations
• mother: PON PON WAY WAY WAY PON PON WAY PON WAY PON PON WAY WAY PON PON PON WAY WAY PON WAY PON WAY WAY.

<3

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