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.

Friends Movie: Just for Bernice

The internet says it's not true.

Tv said, if you believe the guy that worked in the coffee shop in the Tv series, then yes, it is true.

I'll be there for you

I'm not happy. Nor am I sad.
The current predictment I'm in isn't one I'm fond of.
I hate it actually.
To put it bluntly.

He's here.
In my house.
A mess.
Germ infested.
Ruining my holiday.

All I've done is seen Rinsma.
All I've done is seen Amanda.
Bloody Grace students.

I'm bored. I took plenty of photos of my chickie and kitty. But not together. I don't think that'd go down well.
I should be doing my extension english. But it's giving me a headache. I think accomplishing 500+ words today is a goal worthy of pride.
So I'm proud.

I should delete the videos on my camera soon.








Chickie grew up too fast

P.S. Did I hear right? Friends is going to be a movie in 2011?

Darn all these good things

I always feel like everything's going great, and then, at the peak of that great thing, in comes the interuption. It's not fair. And now, tomorrow will be the last day of freedom for a long while. Sigh. All the realisation of goods things have been tossed onto me as a result of doomsday Thursday. 10th of Sempter - my very own hell breaks loose.
Gah.
On the other hand, half an hour ago was the greatest moment of my day. Except a call ruined that too, at the peak of the moment I may add.
Still, it was great. And I can tell it was great for everyone else.

Maths exam tomorrow. I looked over the revision sheet with Rinsma but quickly lost interest. So I made him cook me steak and we watched The Simpsons.

Good times.

You think you had it bad?

I was sick during QCS. Great. And I thought filling out a form to be able to sit the test another day would be a hassle, lengthy and that they wouldn't be as leneant as school is for extensions. So I sat there, hankie near my noise, cough lollies in a clear plastic bag, trying to focus on Multiple Choice I. It turns out, even with my glasses on, my sickness was giving me the fuzzies. But I got there. I think I did well.
Sorry Baxter, for sniffing. I stopped on Wednesday, just for you.
I think I did better on Wednesday. But I forgot to times by 60% on the hair question.
Shit.
I'm doomed.
That's going to bring my whole mark down.
Thank god your OP isn't purely based on that test, maybe I should do my assignments which are due tomorrow.
Lame.
I need a soundtrack for FTV.

Temporary Lighter

I dyed my hair dark red.
Yes, I've secretly fantasied about rangas and thought I should be one.
Amazing how many rangas are in Harry Potter.
Okay, so I have temporary dye in my hair.
I love my brown hair too much to part with it for more than 10 washes.
But I did want a change.
I'm thinking dark purple during school holidays.
Because purple wouldn't be allowed in school.
How is red a natural hair colour?
Why can't every colour be a hair colour, like animes?

Here we are now, entertain us.

Everything changes so easily. It's not amazing, great or bad. It can be annoying, it's just something I notice everyday with each person. I like noticing. I'm not sure why. But I sit there, thinking to myself in my quiet little corner, out of reach from the rest of the group, but still there, rubbing up against them.
Eh.
Someone decided to annouce to one of my classes that QSC was in 2 weeks. I was very happy going about, not remembering that we have a major, major exam in only a couple of weeks. Then some other person was all 'not-that-many-days-left-of-school' to go. And I was all "SHUT UP!"
I don't like being told when things are about to end or come. It's because then it'll happen slower, and I'll be glad when high school's over. No more teachers and no more people you don't like. But then it's completely up to you to see your friends in your spare time, or lose what use to be a great friendship.
That's what I hate about some people. That can't be bothered with their social life that you start losing that strong friendship you use to have. But they don't notice until they come complaining to you about something, that you don't seem to be putting the amount of attention to them as you would have a while ago. Iunno. I think that's just what I witness on a day-to-day basis. I couldn't really care less. Except with my own friends, but I try to see them as much as I can and time will allow.
I also hate it when people come to your place and you assume they're there to hang out with you, but just sit in front of the computer the whole time. Can't we just do something more productive? Computer time is for when no one else is around. Or you have a big arse assignment that's due the next day and you haven't started.
I need to pee.