Well, I am super euphoric right now.
Like, I don't even know why. Just sort of giddy happy. I had an amazing day even though I was tired and looked like hell.
I woke up at, like, eight thirty in the morning, so Boyfriend could come get me and TC at nine. We dropped TC off at her house and went to Boyfriend's, where almost the entire day I was pillow/children tree. Boyfriend practically slept for an hour with his head on my lap, and the girls climbed all over me and bothered him. After everyone settled down, we were pretty quiet and chill for a while. Then they got excited again, and they were literally climbing all over me. We did nothing, nothing, and nothing some more, then watched Toy Story and Shark Tale. Then, since Boyfriend had decided it was necessary to drag me into public, he did so. We went and saw Grown Ups with Redneck, LS, and GG. The movie was pretty freaking awesome, an absolute riot. Also sort of disgusting, at some points, but you know...
I have to say that was the best movie I've ever gone to theatres for. Not because of the choice of movie, though, it was more the choice of people.
After all that, I have to say my day will be hard to top. I definitely had a great time. I can't even write it all down it was so epic. Even though by most people's standards it was boring and the children were irritating, I loved it.
I always feel so spectacular when I'm being out right told that I'm over-reacting when the nay-sayer doesn't even know what I'm reacting to. Sorry I'm such an opinionated person, if you were a girl, you'd be more likely to understand.
But, as you're not a girl, you don't get the same feeling about these sort of things as I. I apologise for being so 'rash' and 'jealous' D:<
Just because you can 'deal' with something doesn't mean it doesn't royally piss you off. Same here. I'm not going to say why I'm so pissed off, just know I am. Angry face accurately mirrors my feelings. Just, maybe a little more exaggeratedly.
Because, you know, I have two eyebrows, not a pointy line, and my mouth stays on my face. Plus I have eyelids and stuff and... Yeah. It's the emotions inside that look like that. :P
So, today, I quite literally fell off the garage. I was sitting on top, went to get down, slipped on the eavestrough, cut the back of my thigh, and bruised and skinned my elbow. But it was an adventure, let me tell you. I had a party.
Also have a burn on the back of my leg, too. Which stings. The roof was really hot, mmkay? Crocheted blankets are not enough padding to prevent burning. Or injury. And ladders are fickle little bastards. And some other things but I'm too lazy to write them down.
My hair is finally growing again, yaay~! Only maybe a year until it's back to the length it was when I cut it. Quite possibly more, however. I'm going to hate myself forever for cutting my hair, I know that much. I miss my long hair so much. But maybe now it'll be a little more even. Hehe, no more I-can-pin-my-hair-up-so-it-looks-super-short for me! WHY did I cut my hair?!?!?!
Well... I don't much know what to say.
Nothing new, is it.
Quick update? Naw.
We'll hold that one off till July. B)
Have a good'er!
Hee hee.
Hee hee.
Thanks for reading.
Desiree~
Here comes a bunch of word vomit, so if you aren't prepared, don't read it. Boyfriend probably shouldn't read it either because I might sound slightly insane... Not that I don't already but wordvomit and terrible grammar and poor sentence structure and looking like I suffer from INCREDIBLY BAD ADHD, HERE WE COME!
Any ways. I suppose I should get started, but where do I start, where to start...
I'm supposedly supposed to visit Boyfriend's little sisters more often. The two littlest ones, they supposedly miss me haha. Which makes me chuckle. I bet they miss me more than he does at any given time, but then again, I talk to him all the time. I don't get to talk to them much :( Which super sucks. Uhm... I really like his family, I dunno. I don't know them very well, but his mom is really nice, his dad is really cool, and I love his little sisters (all three of them) and I want his dog to live forever! Jake is the most awesomest golden retriever EVER. Even though he is technically the only one I've met...
Anywhom. I like that dog quite a bit, yes.
Have you ever felt like everyone you know is embarrassed of you? Embarrassed to know you, to be your friend, to like you, etc.? I have that feeling right now, that even my family is embarrassed to be my family. Which is always a nice thing, yeah, woo hoo. I sort of feel like that person who everyone is only friends with because they feel bad for them. Because, well, you know. They feel bad that I have no friends, so they're like, "Well, let's take her under our wing, sure she's awkward and annoying and she's stupid and sort of really ugly, but hey, it's mean to just leave her to be an emo kid all alone. Plus, she might shoot everyone at school if she has no friends." Sort of like a I win, they lose situation. /Sigh I sort of wish I could be less insecure with myself. I'm kind of really a downer around people, ya know? But everyone gets like this. Just myself, more so than often. haha...
Not funny. I know. DX. (That's a face, by the way.) But I wish I could get out of the freaking house! I've been sleeping so late every day that by the time I pry myself from the bed I'm too tired to do anything for the next two hours, and by the time those two hours are up, there's nothing to do! I've been sitting at home, playing on the computer, all day. That's practically all I do! It's getting pretty pathetic. I would go out and do something, but I've been so tired! My mum thinks I'm sick, I say bull shite. At least, I hope I'm not sick. I hate being sick. Especially in summer.
I want to go to BC so badly right now! It could be crazy awesome fun. Plus it would make me feel a lot better. Just go on a road trip with my friends, since no one in my family is in a place to go anywhere. My mum has no holidays, my dad has no balance because his inner ear is messed up, and my sister is too obsessed with her boyfriend to go anywhere without him, and he won't go anywhere. I really hate how that always happens, that when my sister gets a boyfriend she ignores everyone else for him and his family. It's completely bush and it makes me mad.
I have a lot of wishes in my life. I kind of like that song, the lyrics are, like, "can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars, cuz I could really use a wish right now".
I have a lot of wishes though, so it would be pretty selfish of me to pretend that. I'd feel guilty.
I saw a shooting star, though! The other night, it was so cool! I won't tell you what I wished, but it was probably my biggest wish for the last year and a month. I finally made it! I'll probably make it again, as long as it's applicable. I know that wishing for the same thing over and over again is foolish, but that's the only thing I really, truly want right now. I mean, if I went with what my wish was for a little while, I'd have nothing to wish for, because I already have it right now. ♥
Is it really hard to talk to me? Like, is it really that hard, am I that unbearable that no one wants to talk to me? Because I feel like it. I don't want to sound pushy, or needy, but I really like talking to you and it bugs me that we don't anymore. We went from talking, like, all the time, to hardly talking at all! You always seem too busy for me, and it hurts. Sorry I'm such a useless, needy, semi-dependent person! Independence is hard, and even if you're capable of it, I'm not. At all. I need other people to feel whole, but it has to be people I connect with. I could be in a room full of people I liked, but if none of them were people I connected with, I would be the loneliest person there. And that's how I am, most of the time. I don't connect with many people, but of the few I do, you are the one who I always want to talk to, but you never seem to be there. I have four people I connect with. But without you, there's three. And when I don't want any of them to think less of me, it might as well be zero. You're the only person I feel like I don't have to worry about that with, but I obviously do. And now I know that I really don't connect with people the way I wish I did.
Sorry that I'm so hard to deal with. Maybe you should just stop talking to me at all, since you hardly talk to me anyways. Any relationship needs communication, whether it's friends, family, or love. All of them do, and when you won't talk to me, our relationship seems like it's crashing down around me.
Thanks. You'll never know how significant you are to me, considering you hardly ever speak to me. You pretend that you know and when we do talk you say I'm significant to you, but sometimes I feel like that's bullshite.
Thanks for reading my wordvomit, y'all, even though that's scarcely an eighth of what's on my mind!
Love, Desiree ☻
Love, Desiree ☻
Freaking rain. This is getting bad, not even kidding. Every where is soaked. We can't take much more of this or all of Southern Alberta is going to fall right off the map, it will just sink into the ground and become a massive lake surrounded by the Rocky Mountains and Saskatchewan. It's so ridiculous. There's so much rain.
Lately, I've been reading this book, and it's supposedly knowledgeable about the male species. I say lies. Haha. "Cupcake" says it's possible that it's right, which confuses me, but you know, it was written by a guy, so maybe... Haha.
The blue sky is peeking out again. It's nice to see. :)
I've been writing again. Tomorrow, I don't know if I'll be able to. But I love writing. I dunno, it's just what I love doing.
Today has been really uneventful, except I am now officially done grade eleven. :") Excitement!
Last night I had a dream that was really weird. It was raining, and it was like the zombie apocalypse or something, and I was with TC, "Cupcake", Boyfriend, Cleaner, Redneck, and Boston, and we were all kind of hiding, and I started singing "It's Raining Men", just the lyrics were "It's raining zombies, oh my goodness, it's raining zombies, holy fuzz!" And we were hiding and stuff and it was weird. In my dream we were then assassinated by a tank, like on L4D.
I don't have anything else to write her, so...
Have a nice night. :)
Desiree, signing off.
So, last night was insane.
We went on an insane roadtrip, all the way to the freaking border! It was pitch black and in the middle of no where, no cell phone service, prime takings for cannibalistic hudderites. It was pretty scary. We went down to Del Bonita and the American border without meaning to, then came back to my home, traded our first sleepy head buddy, Firewhisky, for two more, Boyfriend and Redneck, and headed out again. We went north of Coaldale, all around to Vauxhall, then went to Taber. We then proceeded to go out to Etzikom to try and find what we were looking for, an abandoned house, but it didn't happen like that. We only found one, but it wasn't the one I was looking for, so, instead, we found a different one, and went there. Not as cool as the one I wanted to go to, but you know, we still had fun. Boyfriend fell asleep, so did Redneck, and TC. Only "Cupcake" and I stayed up the whole time, but on the drive back I did snooze a little. It was incredibly hard to stay awake. /Sigh. I had a really scary dream that Redneck rolled the car, that woke me right up. It scared the bejeezus out of me.
I had a really good time on this mini-roadtrip, considering it started out as a movie night, haha. Our one friend Dugley was going to join us, but by the time he was ready to, we were in the middle of no where, so... Dang. Haha. We had a lot of fun last night.
I finally got out of the house for the first time in a while. But I definitely had a lot of fun :)
Thanks for reading :)
Desiree
Don't you hate those times where you go days without seeing blue sky, literally and proverbially? Where everywhere you look it's cloudy and overcast and just miserable? I've had a week of that. Both ways... I always get like this, first week of summer, you could really say. It also has to do with exam week, last week of school, and first week after the one month point in any relationship. I don't know what it is, but it happens, literally every time. I sort of really hate it. It makes me feel completely and utterly worthless. And every time I look for solace I just bring people down, or I get nothing, and it makes me feel worse. I know it will be gone by next week, probably on Tuesday, I'll be nothing more than a frickin' ball of sunshine. And I'll be giggly and smiley and stuff. But right now, when I feel like this, I wish more than anything someone would make me feel like I amount to something rather than nothing. It's always nice to feel like a tag-along. You know, that person nobody likes. And sure I always feel like this, but half the time no one would ever know unless they knew me really well, or read my blog. I guess my facade has gotten that good, huh? Pretty sad. And I sure as hell hope no one reads my blog now and pities me and gets all "Oh, what's wrong? Are you okay?" with me, because if you couldn't afford it before, I don't want it now.
I don't need to feel like I have to say something for someone other than TC to notice. Because TC is my best friend and she knows me pretty much better than I know myself.
On a less depressing note, TC and I are currently watching The Shining. My first response to this movie was to want to watch Amityville Horror, which, surprisingly and fortunately, is on next. Hee hee. :-)
I also got to see some really good friends that I missed quite a lot today, which was good. I would have liked to see more, but, naturally, I was ditched because I'm a straight edge "crazy person" who doesn't like drinking. I see no point in it, and I find it disgusting, and pointless, and uncomfortable. I really despise alcohol and drinking and things like that.
I'd like to sleep now, but TC and I are watching Amityville Horror.
So, instead, I'll get off the computer.
Thanks for reading my incredibly revealing, personal blog.
This is the most I've posted about myself anywhere on the interweb.
Thanks.
Des.
Ah... Geez. What to talk about? Oh, I know. How much boys piss me off, there we go. Or I could talk about how it is RAININ'! And it ain't men, unfortunately ahaha. I love that song. And don't get me wrong I love my boyfriend, but can you imagine how AWESOME it would be if random, attractive men were just raining from the sky? And hopefully not getting hurt, of course. But seriously.
Uhm... To be honest I'm kind of at the end of my rope with BOYS. And I means BOYS, not guys, or men, because only LITTLE BOYS hurt girls. Because these boys have been hurting my friends and I am not pleased. At all. Like, who the hell do they think they are? Real men don't treat women like trash for no reason, and even with a reason it's completely bush. I mean, really, guys, is it so hard to respect the ladies a little? You treat each other with more respect than you treat women most of the time. And these girls I'm talking about right now are beautiful, strong, intelligent, wonderful, PERFECT (D:<) women and y'all need to realise this and be freaking NICE. It isn't hard. Like, legit, you guys, and everyone, and this applies to girls, too, because apparently we can't help ourselves but cause drama and shit and ruin peoples lives like catty little hos. (It's ho, by the way, not hoe. A hoe is a garden tool.) Why can't everyone just treat everyone with some GD respect? It isn't hard.
But back on the subject of boys being little biznitches and hurtin' my best friends, they need to GROW UP. For serious, just cuz you work does not mean you have every excuse to just not be nice. If you make plans, and work calls, say you CAN'T. Because you have plans with a wonderful (Imma call 'em girls because you don't have to be immature to be a girl.) girl who deserves to be freaking WORSHIPED. In some cases, though, not all. She puts out on the first date, you can ditch that, because y'all probs gonna get herpes or something. OOOOOH I'm so mean, I apologise. ANYWHOM! Yeah. I'm sure if you're reading you KNOW who I am talking about, but probably not. 'Nuff said, grow up, ya little dweeb. You piss me off. Or, more eloquently, you enrage me.
Anywhom. It is raining. Decently sure that I already stated that. But I'm not kidding, it's pouring. My poor tomatoes are gonna drown :'( Poor tomatoes. I kind of want it to thunderstorm, I love thunderstorms. I also LOVE surprise visits, no sarcasm intended. They make me super happy, but only if I like you. If I don't, GTFO. I don't want you near my house! But if you know where my house is, don't worry, I want you there. I am directing this at a few friends, who I haven't seen in a while, y'all need to come visit me tomorrow any time after 6:00PM! I want to see you :) haha. You should know who you are.
I'm a little less miserable than I was yesterday, but I'm still pretty down in the mouth.
/Sigh
Thank you for reading, though!
Desiree~ :)
So, I kind of want to pull a Kurt Cobain, right now. I kind of really want to pull a Kurt Cobain right now. I mean making the wall behind me smarter, of course, not the slurring my words so much everyone thinks the lyrics are mmmmrumhmmuurrmrmmm. Don't you love having days that make you want to kill yourself? Just sounds like a lot of fun, right now. I'm having a really bad day and I can't even begin to explain why or how. This has now turned into the angry rant/whining and bitching blog post almost everyone has. Almost... Anywhom. I wanted to sleep in, not happening, thanks, 10:30 AM. My back hurts like a bizzle. And I love being forgotten. I'm pretty upset right now. Pretty very upset right now. And I love how my mom goes from downright PISSED to making jokes without the problem being solved or even properly discussed. I keep dying on BOTH Final Fantasies I love and own (X and XII) and on XIII which I also own but for shitty-ass XBOX360 I can't kill that frickin' Eidolon, and the stupid dog keeps whining. I'm covered in bug bites, or something, and I'm itchy as hell. I'm either too hot or too cold, I'm uncomfortable, I hate my sister with a burning passion, I miss my best friend being my best friend, last night was too amazing for today to even try to compare, I hate cat-hater with a passion, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, I feel neglected, my hair is wet and it sticks to my neck, I want my hair to be a lot longer like it used to be, I hate typing and texting and all that stuff, I hate listening to the annoying screeching sound of her voice, I hate how Supernatural ended this season and I hate that it's going to the friday slot, the day tv shows go to die. I hate how my entire family is a bunch of druggies except me, I hate how my head is pounding and my eyes feel like they're about to explode, I hate how my mom always talks about killing my dog and my boyfriend always says his dog is going to die, and I hate this godforsaken planet and all the rude, terrorist, murderous sons of bitches on it.
Sorry. That's not even the half of it, and there is a shitload more, but I'd be under fire from all of you guys for being hateful against what some of you like/believe/etc.
Frick my life.
Desiree. D:<
It was my grandpa's birthday on Thursday and it's my dad's today, so, yesterday, we were celebrating, with steak and fries. My grandpa (on my mother's side, I should add) is now 76, while my dad is 58. The man is 41 years older than his youngest daughter! Haha.
So, today... Today is my boyfriend and my one month-iversary. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a teeny itty bitty tiny bit disappointed it completely flew over his head. But that's okay, you know, I can't expect him to remember the small things. If he forgets my birthday, however... Haha I'm joking, calm down. But, today, instead of hanging out together at all, or anything like that, he is with his friends, and I am pulling the drywall panels off the ceiling in the basement and being eaten alive by spiders. I don't know what else to write, really, except my cellphone spazzed at me and there was a wonderful thunderstorm :) There is also only one day left of school, then I have exams, and I am done grade eleven! :D
Have a nice day!
Relay for Life was... Eventful. Fun, too, yeah, but...
I'll give you a basic timeline of the night, from what I remember, because I actually fell asleep around four AM ish.
5:30PM
We got to the relay and sat around for a while, then some friends and I set up the tent.
6:00PM
Everything was moved inside, only a few people had shown up. The majority was missing.
6:30PM
Everyone had arrived that was coming before 8:30PM and we were moving towards the centre of the site for the opening ceremony when a friend of ours showed up. He was bringing something for his sister, who took a very large part in organising the event, apparently. He also brought with him that one person I was dreading seeing, thanks...
7:00PM
First lap is complete, two friends are walking around the track, the rest of us are in and around the tent snacking on the fruits and sandwich meats brought by our lovely captain, also known as my best friend.
8:30PM
After going to the mess tent and making my boyfriend eat something, the two of us have taken over walking around the track. We talked about some of the silliest things, saw some other friends on other teams, and I was startled nearly to death.
9:20PM
We were kicked off the track about here, so... We went to the tent, but it was too hot in there.
9:30PM
Marisa and I went to the bathrooms, and watched some of the singing competition, while the rest of the team (- two walkers and two people who were chatting with others) set up a fake volleyball sort of pass thing with a beachball. It was very difficult to hit in the right direction.
9:32PM
I love watching other girls flirt with my boyfriend, don't you?
9:35PM
I now feel completely and utterly useless, patronised, and mentally challenged. Thanks, guys.
9:45PM
The volleyball is continuing but it's getting a little chilly now. The sun is getting to that point where it's below almost all of the tents.
10:00PM?
They begin the Remembrance Ceremony, the group gathers in a little pocket in a vast sea of lawn chairs.
10:30PM
The ceremony is done but people are crying and the luminaries around the track are lit. It's beautifully eerie, I sort of wanted to walk around a bit again and look at them all. We didn't, instead we watching Shawni(sister of one of our teammates and friends :) )and Theo Tams play. We then watched the top five of the competition I mentioned earlier, the one person I knew (but I don't like...) didn't make the top five. To be honest, I wasn't exactly sad.
11:00PM
My boyfriend is sitting there shivering so I went to go get his sweater for the tent, looked for twenty minutes, then he comes to the tent wearing it! Of course I couldn't figure out how or where/when he got it, but, you know.
11:30PM
Watched more of Theo Tams, he is truly talented, I love his voice. I got a lot of thinking time while listening to his sad love songs.
12:00AM
Boyfriend and I went back to the tent, we were so cold. SO COLD. I swear it was maybe one or two degrees celsius. We were laying under some blankets, all of our friends kept doing "handchecks" and things like that. They seem to forget how chaste I am!
12:30AM
Decently sure that at some time here we left the tent for a little bit, walked around, got tea, socialised. When I say we, I mean my boyfriend and I, we didn't really split up much. The floodlights they had set up were literally blinding, they were so bright.
1:00AM
Went back to the tent, my feet were FREEZING. We laid down and were chillin' for a little bit, talking and listening to everyone else talk.
1:30AM
Everyone in the tent is asleep but me by now, because about two minutes ago I had the worst dream of my life and feel like bawling. I tried to leave the tent but couldn't, I really wish I had.
2:00AM
Doing absolutely nothing, staring at the ceiling and sometimes rolling over to cuddle into his chest because he's super warm, I'm cold, and I'm terrified that my dream is going to come true. Maybe I was hoping I could protect him from my dream, I wish you could kiss dreams better.
2:30AM
I was supposed to wake everyone up at this point, apparently, so I went about trying to do so by laying on top of them and whining until I received a response. Only three out of six people woke up. My harassment failed, and one of our other team mates came into the tent, sore from dancing his heart out and a little grumpy at the mess our tent-mates had made. He talked with people in the tent for I don't know how long.
3:00AM
I assume this is when I started dozing in and out because my boyfriend was rubbing my back which knocks me unconscious almost immediately. Our teammate who Shawni was their sister left with her, it was late and he was tired.
4:00AM
Apparently they were playing "Name that tune" over at the DJ booth, and I was participating in my sleep. I supposedly named almost all the tunes.
4:30AM
Unconscious. No clue what went down.
5:30AM
Rudely awakened by my dearest best friend, supposedly breakfast is on it's way and we have to get up and start cleaning the tent. Everyone except seven of us is grumpy and miserable and cold and all pissy at the seven of us because apparently ONE person came into the tent, ONE, and decided that there was no room in the two meters between one person and myself, and no blankets in the pile of about six in the corner since we were hogging them all. I had ONE blanket for my boyfriend and I, and the two to my left when I was lying on my back had one between the two of them. If anyone was hoarding blankets, it was the three to my boyfriend's left. So we grudgingly got up, I had a cup of hot chocolate. My friends beaked about the sleeping thing, then proclaimed that the people who slept had to clean the tent. They really said "YOU have to clean the tent" and, so, I then went back to the tent and cleared everything out. Team Captain came over and said boyfriend and I were done, so we basically stood around while other people cleaned up. Found out that one friend and her boyfriend had slept behind our tent on a sleeping bag with a sleeping bag and a blanket on top. They were crazy.
6:00AM
Almost everything is packed, now two or three people are under behind-the-back fire for being slobs and useless, considering they came to the relay and didn't walk one lap. They didn't bring their own stuff, used other people, coughed on it, and were generally disgusting. So we kind of flamed them. It was deserved.
6:20AM
Everything is packed, everyone is grumpy, most of our team has left. We pack everything remaining into the one car that six of us are leaving in, including the driver, and we set off to get home.
6:30AM
I'm first one dropped off because I'm right there, my house is closest. I thank everyone, tell them I love them, and they leave.
7:00AM
Final Lap-- No one from 4AM is in attendance. They're all fast asleep at home :)
So, over all, I had a fantastic night, though there were a few dull spots on the shine of the whole thing. Next year, I think we need to restrict who is on our team a little better. I had a lot of fun, though, and I am excited for today. :)
Thanks for reading :)
Desiree~
Today I wrote a math test. An incredibly difficult math test on circle geometry *hisss*
I hate circle geometry, and math, and school. Well, I don't hate school. I just really, really, really, strongly, really dislike it. The only good part is friends and learning some cool stuff.
Not the waking up part. I hate waking up. I despise it. I would much rather take classes at 12am. I think most teenagers would, really. It would be way better. I would also prefer nicer teachers, sometimes. The teachers I have this semester are really nice, don't get me wrong. But last semester I had the woman we call 'Old hag'. Because she is a miserable, remarkably evil old woman.
Moving on... I also found out, today, that being a teenager isn't always the best thing in life. I mean, I would LOVE to stay a teenager forever, living with my parents, sleeping in on weekends, playing video games, going swimming, etc. Don't get me wrong. But I wish people would take me more seriously and respect me a little. Really, just because I'm sixteen doesn't mean you can treat me however you like, I'm perfectly aware and capable. I know that you don't respect me when you talk down to me.
On a down note, my friend's hamster died. Which is very unfortunate. He is a very good friend and it makes me really sad that happened. I think we're going to give him one of our fish. I hope he feels better about it.
Girls gossip. It drives me insane. They just can't help themselves. I won't lie, I am also an offender sometimes. But not nearly as bad as most. I hate it when people gossip about others negatively, and spread rumours and lies. It drives me bonkers. Oh geez, I love that word. Bonkers. haha. It sounds lovely, doesn't it? :)
It's only day two, but I almost feel an update is necessary. To a certain extent, that is...
I had the misfortune of finding out that falling off your scooter really, really hurts today. I have a little bit of a scrape on the side of my leg and it was bleeding a little, not anymore though. Today we're also getting yearbooks, but I didn't get one. Too expensive of memories for people I didn't like very much. I only liked a few of them, I mean, a large majority were people I didn't know and didn't like.
I miss my friends :( I always do.
Thanks for reading,
Desiree :)
Today, my friends and I painted.
And made prank phone calls.
Aren't we just so "bad"? I won't lie, I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't help myself. But I will admit, I felt bad for the people on the other end of that phone line. I mean, come on. Just because we're teenagers, doesn't give us the right to go around pranking people. We ended up calling three or four people we actually knew personally, all of whom almost immediately figured out that is was nothing more than a prank. My friends aren't stupid.
However, after that we proceeded to paint our poster for the Relay for Life, it was very artistically licensed. Three of us painted it on a cardboard box, 4ftx4ft, and it is... Bright and splattery, for the most part. The 4AM on it is spray painted white, and I painted a beautiful flower, the brightest thing on it. Anyways, Relay for Life is a Relay for cancer research. My team is called 4AM, and I designed the logo you see above. It goes on the front of the shirt, with our last names on the back. Trust me, on friday, I will upload two team pictures, all of us facing front and back so you can see :)
I'm really excited for this, really, because I have been anticipating it. I like hanging out with all my friends, and all night, it doesn't get better than that. Especially because when it's 4AM, I get really giddy, giggly, and ridiculous. Desiree exhausted? Best. Thing. Ever. Not even joking, it's like my best friend when she's ridiculously high on her powerful prescription allergy meds.
I believe in raising money to fight cancer, because cancer is, well, bad. My Tante Inge (great aunt) and Uncle Charlie have both had it, luckily both survived. I know a lot of people have died from cancer, and I'm very fortunate that they didn't.
Sometimes I get really scared I have cancer. Which is crazy, haha, I'm only sixteen, c'mon, Desiree. You're so funny, aren't you.
I'm really stoked for Relay for Life, though, because it's supposed to be really fun. I'm a little upset, because I'll be seeing someone I really don't want to. And I'm sort of really, really dreading it. I'm glad I'll be there with friends and people I love, but there will be more than a few people there who I'm not particularly fond of, and even more I don't know. Haha...
I am getting grey hair! That was a little ADHD of me, and yes, my mum has said that it is incredibly likely that I have ADHD. But I am getting grey hair, I keep finding them. It's actually white, not sure if I'm turning blonde or what. For my dear boyfriend, who jokes about blondes and me being blonde and almost all things blonde related, for some reason it doesn't seem incredibly unlikely he has a blonde fetish. So, me basically turning blonde would probably make him very happy. He made a blonde joke about Transformers 3 for Pete's sake.
But tomorrow is Relay for Life, so I will write you something short about my day before I leave at 2:30PM, and maybe something on Saturday. It depends how alive I am.
Thank you very much for reading :)
Desiree.
If you've stumbled across this blog, it's incredibly likely that you've come from my facebook page and know exactly who I am, my deviantart and have but an inkling, or you've simply accidentally stumbled along and found this blogstrocity. (I made that word up, yes, I know, genius. I wonder how many other people have thought the same thing.)
So, I'm your average sixteen year old girl, not religious, swears a lot. I have a boyfriend, I love him a lot, I have some really amazing friends.
I love it when it rains, and where I live, it's currently carrying out this action. There are little kids across the street that are adorable and I love them, even though I never talk to them.
My neighbours are alright, my school has too many stairs, and I have a love for classic muscle cars.
My favourite colour is sage green, there's a reason for this, none will ever know exactly why except someone who knows everything about me almost, he just doesn't know he does.
I'm an old soul, like, I'm a lot more mature and worldly than your average sixteen year old. I know that true love never dies and that time heals all but scars never fade. I know that emotions are ridiculous and that (I hate them with a passion) they are too easy to force down.
I know that friends are forever, if they're not then you were never really friends.
I know that you can never really get over someone you love, and that your first love will always be the best.
I'm going to stop listing things I know, cuz I know a lot :P
I just want to say that the best people I know are the ones half of you would never consider talking to, because they appear scary and appear like people no one would like. They aren't, try talking to the 'less likeables'. They tend to be less two-faced than the likeables.
I honestly don't know what I'm going to talk about, and how often I'm going to update. I would really appreciate if you checked back every once and again, though.
I know I won't be the most interesting or famous blog, I've never been the most interesting or famous anything, but my blog will be my blog and it will contain pieces of my mind.
Even when I forget what I was going to say.
I pledge I will try my best to update my blog regularly, once a week if not once(+) a day. I'll try my very best, and if I forget, just hope I remember, that is, if anyone actually cares :P
I'll post a link to, like, every update on my facebook.
I'll most likely forget on my dA.
I might write down poetry in here, just a fore-warning.
Because I can't help myself half the time haha.
I'm one of those people that will always listen. If you ever need someone to just listen, you can call me if you know the number at any hour (I'm not posting the number here, sorry, it's that whole thing I have with prank calls and long distance and stuff...) or you can e-mail me, and my e-mail address is lame, and retarded, and stuff, but it's x.xbubblegumx.x@hotmail.com and if you ever need to just write something for someone to read who promises not to say anything to anyone, you can write it there.
I hope someday I can effect more than just my little corner of the world, and who knows, maybe I'll someday be able to.
But for now, my little corner of the world is perfectly fine :)
Thanks for reading,
Desiree
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