Logical :: lacigoL

There are some things that just defy our logic. Like helium balloons are attracted to the sky, whereas general matter is attracted to the ground - thank you gravity and Sir Isaac Newton. According to cafe chefs, you should put the milk in your cup of coffee before the hot water, to caramelise it. Taste different, I've tried. But wouldn't you want to melt the coffee stuff first?
Regardless, I defied my own logic today. I wanted Rinsma at my house for certain reasons, but when he was here, the reasons kind of drifted away... who knows. Why do one thing when cuddles and chit chat is just more relaxing?
I should have caramelised my latte.

Awards Night

So, I didn't get photos from Awards Night because I was too busy running around in the background, bumping into junior students who had no manners and receiving gifts for staying 'till 9:30pm. So, instead, random school photos that've already been uploaded somewhere before!!! YAY

Gah, it's annoying when people sign in and out, or appear on/offline constantly, to grab attention. *Sets status to "busy"*

Stalked celebrity

Yesterday, Jess found out what it's like to be a stalked celebrity. Then again, I don't think celebrities would be doing what Jess did in public. They'd at least do it more sensibly.

Animal History

Do animals have a history? I'm not talking pets, because they'd have been isolated from hearing about their historys. But what about colonies of ants, and wild cats? Do they reminisce about the time that ant nearly died by a human, but dashed in time before the foot stomped on the ground? Maybe they have a form of writing too, just not what we think it is. Their footprints on the soil could be their communication, but we just think of it as them walking spaz-like. Who knows.
I wanted to be Eliza Thornberry as a kid. But look like me.

A fire burns today

Would you kiss me, without me having to ask?

Sunsets are bootiful, as Patrick Star would say. School's been a massive bludge. I don't feel like the teachers are trying to make us learn. All I've done is drawn multiple Alice's in Wonderlands. It's okay though, I like not learning. And since our assignments are all "independant", I don't feel like I'm going to regret ignoring the lesson.

Weightless

I've lost so much weight, I can see my own feet now.
Saggy skin = no, no

It's rather lame, that my friend's boyfriends steal them away from me. Majorly. Okay, I see Rinsma lots and lots, but I still feel that I see my friends enough too. Even the ones that aren't Tug-A-Longers.

Friend's boyfriend -- give her back!

On another note, I got my formal invitation finally. FINALLY. Gosh. I think they've gotten stricter this year. I wasn't even away that day. They should see the date on my test paper, it matches.

I got my HD cam corder back. I have basic, experimental YouTube ideas, but I need actors. Which leads me back to my original topic. GIVE HER BACK!

Bernice;

because blogger has a problem with me commenting you.

It was my car, and my refidex is in my mum's car... well, was. =D

Those moments

Don't you just love those moments where you unknowingly smile, because you're so happy you don't care? Where everything's gone just right, to every point and detail, and those that didn't, you're completely oblivious to?
Sigh. Life is beautiful.

Apparently I'm some god on some planet. Stupid game, I wanted to be something more interesting.

Not my formal.

Rinsma and I are not the people to hire if you want to go somewhere we've never been in time, and not get lost. Sorry Janice and Stephanie and the teacher in the black dress. But thank you for being patient. I hope you guys had a great night. But, sorry to say guys, my formal'll be more epic.

In a bedroom

It's the moments like these you need.

Realisations aren't as bitchy as I was going to type. Instead, it's a relief: having being told. Now comes the hard part; change. And, taking the advice from my pencil case's badge; this moment shall only be as hard as him.

Punch me in the guts, until I vomit all this out.

Word vomit.

I'm sorry for being an emotion twat. For always letting the negative emotion push and pull the positive ones. For always being on the verge of tears, even when you're completely oblivious. Thank you, novels, for being my guidance. If not to help me, but to take me away from my own life and show me yours. Thank you, for not attaching photographs. For not proving to me that I shouldn't have thought what I thought: said what I said.
It's annoying when I want to go back on my word. For wishing so hard that I could turn back time. To tell you "No, I'm not okay with it. Sorry, but I have rules. Break them, and I'll break you: emotionally. And at the same time, I'll break myself." Sorry for being so hard to read. For being confusing and hypocritical. Sorry for not being straight forward with my emotions.
I thought I was okay with it, but evidentally, I'm not. I'm definately not okay with it. I want to hate you, but I can't. You asked me, and I said yes. So I hate myself. I hate myself that, right now, I'm on the verge of tears. The only thing stopping me is the witness in the other room.
I'll have a shower. I'll break down in there. At least you can't come over tonight, to stop be hurting myself.
Not physically, I assure you. But it might as well be.

Everyone's Talkin'

So, I've just realised I'm going to have a very boring after party and schoolies week.
I'll be all on my lonesome.
That's because I'm so loved with the people I sit with.

I'll just go to the Bellingham Maze on a Monday.
Hardcore.

Kicking myself in the nuts with regret

But of course I'm not going to tell you that.

I've started reading Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper. I'm disappointed already. I hate present tense when it comes to novels. Now I have 423 pages to live through. I want to watch the movie, and I plan on ruining my experience by reading the novel first. Now I'll see what's taken out of the film. It's challenged me though. Will I cry throughout the movie? Many people that are emotional have. That I know of anyway.
Will I? Am I heartless?

I don't know why I said what I said yesterday. I wish I didn't. Regretful, actually. It's not a nice feeling. But all those other feelings tht I felt were. And today too.

Giddy

Like Amelia Bradlow after her night with Joseph, Kristina feels rather giddy at the moment. No, it's not because I found that chapter rather hilarious. It was more like a porn novel, that chapter. No. My reason is different.

Regardless, follow me on DailyBooth: http://dailybooth.com/DelilahMakeBelieve
Especially if you love photos. It's a photo based social networking site.
This makes me happy. Not giddy. So no, Daily Booth isn't my reason.

I need some actors for a YouTube video I want to make. I'll wait for the summer holidays, I'm writing a script. You should be able to work entirely free, to my standards, incorporate to my standards, help improve my standards, and memorise simple scripts. I'm not asking you to memories paragraphs upon paragraphs. Not yet, anyway.

I want to be an experimental director on YouTube. Help me succeed in my ambition.

I'm giddy.

I got a feeling

It's weird when a 23-year-old writes in fantastic prose as a way to pick me up. Okay, the prose is only fantastic due to the vocabulary he uses, the constant elipsis pisses me off though.
Stupid man. You're probably 73.

Also. I feel ignored. Very.
And lonesome.
I need friends who actually try to care, as opposed to obviously ignore me.
*tears*

Amelia's life is more interesting. I want a shag buddy. An all day, every day shag buddy.
That's not gonna happen.

People should get DailyBooth. I feel like a loner on there. :http://dailybooth.com/DelilahMakeBelieve


Just when everything started to go swell, you JUST had to talk to me.
Fuck off.

Dear Daniel;

I found myself redrawing a love heart, over and over again, around "Rinsma." Yes. I'm deeply in love with your family.
Lol. No, not really.

I miss you.