Bed ridden

Ah, here is a nice bloggish topic!
I have been really sick for the past two weeks, at first I thought it was a cold, but alas, the stars had a different idea. Mum has been going on about the moon, because it's small or something, so things have been going wrong. I just nod my head, smile, and bite my tongue to avoid laughing. Here I am, bed ridden and sick as a dog, though I never really have understood that expression. I haven't met that many sick dogs. I guess I sound like a dog, with all this coughing, is that what it means? Or is there some international sick dog convention I don't know about? If so, that is terrible, and the RSPCA should really get onto it. This is awful, I sincerely apologize and I will casually move on to a different train of thought. Where I live, there isn't much help, in the way of medical-ness, but we do have a helipad, which my grandparents organised so their old pilot friends could come over for a shin-dig. I really hope it doesn't come to being airlifted out, because although I'd appreciate the drama of it all, being a dramatic soul, I think it would be a little overkill. Mum is getting increasingly concerned though, as demonstrated by her forcing a pill down my throat this morning at 7:05 AM.

She also wants to take me to the hospital tonight. Ah, the hospital, to save myself the indignity, I won't mention the town I live in, but the hospital there is like all hospitals, awful. Firstly, you pretty much know everyone there, so you have to sit in the waiting room answering everyone's questions about your aunt, and your garden, and rainfall, and weeds. Everyone avoids the fact that they are in the accident and emergency waiting room so they don't ask why you are there, humourously dodging the question. Then you have to wait for 5 hours until you get seen by a doctor, by which time you are so sick from being around so many sick people that you have forgotten why you went to the hospital in the first place. As you can tell, I have been to this hospital many times, I could show the most comfortable waiting seat, the cleanest leaning corner, the most enjoyable toy to play with, the least torn magazine to read. My Dad used to work there, and in addition, from my Judo days, I broke every bone in my arm and my legs at one point or another.

The thing is, I want to stay home tonight, a much as I adore that waiting room, the UAC offers come out, and if I don't get into UTS like I really really really want to, I think I'll need to organise an emergency evacuation plan, because I'll be stuck in this town!

Right, well that's enough for now. I love all three of my lovely readers, so here's to you Mrs Robinson.
xoxo

I am a virgin to blogging

Blogging kind of scares me. I'm not really sure where to start, so I'll put the beginning of a story I wrote on here.

It never really was like that. I never sat down and said to myself, "Right, this is what I'm going to do." I never thought at all. It all happened so quickly, before I knew it I was there. Words are funny things. I use to stare at them and divide a word into two parts. If there was an odd number of letters I'd keep trying until I could cut the word in two. I could control the word and the letters that it consisted of. I can control you too, I bet that I can, as easily as I can control words. I'm not crazy, I'm scared. I don't do that with the words anymore. I'm scared that the next word will be impossible to split, that no matter how hard I try the word will stay as one entity, determined to regain control over me.
If you were to ask me how it began, I wouldn't know where the starting point was. How far back would I need to go?
When I was fourteen the light was a different colour. A blue-ish green perhaps, mysterious, fresh and untouched. I remember stepping outside into the wind, seeing the others walking as one, their footsteps together making one beat. Suddenly I would become conscious of every movement my body was making. My neck. My feet. My head. My hands, where were they? You see, at fourteen, little existed apart from my own world in which I was only just starting to understand. There I was, walking as normally as I could while I was conscious that my hands were swinging cutting through the air on each side of my body, when I was interrupted.

Well that's it for my first post!! Psych!

xo
P.S The photo is one I took in Queensland. It has nothing to do with this post. See? I'm new to this!

Interrogation

Now school is over I have time for the more important things, the things that really matter.
Such as interrogatingly stupid questionares.

TELL US ABOUT YOU
*Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake*: What a sneaky way to find out someone’s age!
*Date that you regularly blow them out (birthday):* March the 5th July the 2nd and September 10th. Third time lucky, so if I do it three times I might actually blow them all out.
*Pets*: Never had one, except when I was four I had a goldfish called Otto
*Height*: The same height as an elephant lying sideways. Same weight too.
*Eye color*: I’m blue ab a dee ab a di
*Hair Color*: Depends which day it is.
*Piercing*: Ears, I felt so grown up when I had them done. Last year.

HAVE YOU EVER...?
*Had the drink Calypso Breeze*? Is that a liquid detergent?
*Been in love*? Is that a sitcom?
*Been toilet-papering*? Okay, I dread to think what that is.
*Loved somebody so much it makes you cry*? Bob the builder has that effect on me.

THE FUTURE:
*School*: Non- existent
*Where You Want To Live*: Egypt
*How Many Kids You Want*: 8
*girl names*: Sharlene, Darlene, Marlene and Carlene.
*boy names*: Shane, Dane, Mane and Cane.
*What Kind Of Job You Want*: Marshmellow factory product tester
*You Want To Get Married*: Nah, I’d rather be a hermit on mount buffalo.

WHICH ONE?
*Croutons or Bacon Bits*: Ewww they both sound gross when they are in writing like that
*2 doors or 4 (on a car)*: 4
*Mr. Pibb or Dr. Pepper*: Who is Mr Pibb? Neither, I don’t trust either of these men.
*Coffee or Ice-cream*: ICE- CREAM.
*Shampoo or Conditioner*: Conditioner
*Bridges or Tunnels*: Bridges
*One pillow or two*: Two, one is for sleeping one the other is for protecting yourself against intruders
*Adidas or Nike*: Nike
*Nike or Reebok*: There’s a difference?
*Adidas or Reebok*: AAH I have no idea

WORD ASSOCIATION (FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND)
*Rock*: Baby
*Green*: Soup*
Wet*: Sky
*Cry*: Lint
*Peanut Butter*: Dead. Yes I know my mind is strange.

FAVORITES:
*Salad Dressing*: None
*Color of socks*: LOL! Sorry but seriously WHO CARES what colour socks they wear?*Memory*: When I bunjee jumped off a bridge in Cairns because my grandpa said he’d teach me how to make fudge if I did it.
*toothpaste*: Colgate for kids
*Food*: Marshmellows
*Song at the moment*: Crazy by Gnarles Barkley
*TV show*: That’s so Raven
*Toothbrush*: WHAT
*Subject in School*: Lunch
*Flower*: Rose
*Color*: Purple
*Sport to Watch*: Boxing
*Country Song*: Life is a boot by random non existent country singer
*Sesame Street Character*: Elmo should be shot. Zoe.
*Disney Character*: The Beast in Beauty in the beast
*Warner Brothers*: Je ne sais pas.

RANDOM QUESTIONS
*When was your last hospital check in*: Yesterday, I checked out. Arm in a sling, typing with one hand.
*Do You Drink*: Yes, I quite like lemonade and creaming soda. How come the question Do you drink? rules out other liquid substances that people pour down their throats?
*Where do you see your self in 10 years?*: In a pub in Ireland
*Have you ever been convicted of a crime*? No, and I can’t be bothered writing a sarcastic comment about that one either
*Which single store would you choose to max your credit card*? Woolworths
*What type of car you drive now*? Dad’s world war two fire truck
*What do you do most often when you are bored*? This thing which is making me more bored
*Are You In A Gang Or Club*: Gang – it’s called the white shirts gang and we constantly have water fights
*Motorcycles*: yes???
*What Is Your Favorite Kind Of Clothes*: The covering kind. I like Mum’s clothes, they are a lot skimpier than mine
*Are You Close Minded*: HAHAHAH is that even a word? It certainly isn’t the opposite of open minded
*Are You Open Minded*: Not really
*Are You A Player*: of the piano, yes
*Can u be in love w/2 people at the same time*? Nah, too confusing
*Bedtime*: define please?
*Humiliating Moment*: Oh way too many


Ya that was really not fun. I'm watching Maid in Manhattan with Jennifer Lopez - great chick flick. I have no idea how to do this blogging thing!!