Monday, April 25, 2011

I'm ace at life

So I will continue that story. Man, I will. Whether it be backwards like a manga or forwards like all you squares out there. But it will happen! I just have to do something about this holiday homework I have, and trying to organise a dinner/date/time/present for the whole fucking editorial team of a magazine. But you know, it's all good. I'm keeping calm and listening to Edward Sharpe.

Easter was good. Though can someone please enlighten me as to why we get chocolate? This is a rhetorical question as I know none of you are going to answer, and I will most likely go and google it after I finish this post. But anyway, chocolate? Why? I mean, I'm not complaining. I don't believe in God as the man, so Easter doesn't really hold any other value to me apart from chocolate and family.

Sometimes looking at gifs on tumblr make me want to have a seizure. Well, obviously not want to have one. But I feel like I am about to go into one. It's like I am staring into a freaking strobe light. Oh wow guys, I just don't think I am indie enough to handle the best of them. /wrists.

Tomorrow will either be filled with a movie marathon with good company, or playing PS1 games between episodes of prison break. Rockin' the holidays out in style.

This used to just say 'I' it was obviously an accident. I am going to leave it here for sentimental reasons

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Daisy did this

Daisy consumed too much today. Daisy doesn't know what to do. Daisy Feels like poo. Daisy feels like a person that is a lot bigger than Daisy really is. Daisy might have to let this seep out of her. Daisy has been bad.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

To pro the logue, or to not pro the uh... logue.

So I was wondering if I should write a prologue for the shit of a story that I started yesterday? If I ever decided to actually write another measly chapter.

The prologue would be a recount of the day that Ariana went to the clinic, and how fucked up she was. Just to give you a feel.

I think I will do it, and it is times like these that I wish my three followers and I actually talked, so you could give me some feedback. D':

I will either go ahead with it tonight or tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow as I have nothing planned as of yet. So uh, yeah - look forward to it!

Monday, April 18, 2011


Chapter One?

Slowly pushing her fingers through sand, like a snake, slithering through a lonely desert, Ariana made circles around herself, as she looked out into the sea, her chin resting on her sand covered knee.
Deep down she knew that there was no putting off packing the remains of her things. No putting off saying awkward goodbyes to her fellow patients, her doctors, or the cooks. Though she may have come to Allan Coast unwillingly, it had become her home. This prospect, was inevitable, though hard to believe at the start of her stay, even if she wasn't in her right mind at the time.
Running her hands through her long, dark hair, she stood up, taking one last look at her surroundings, the beach, the sea that cast endless hope for her on her darkest days. A single tear fell down her cheek as she remembered all the times this beach had hosted as a salvage for her.
Wiping the tear away, she turned, and began her walk back to the large, Victorian mansion that was spread out in front of her.

"Promise you're going to write? Everyday. Or at least once a week. I reckon I'll go right back to wonderland with out you here. And I spose' your words are the best I can hope for now" A slim girl, with short dirty blonde hair, sprinkles of freckles adorning her pale face, said to Ariana, her British accent strong as ever.
"Of course, Lily. I'd trade places with you any day, you know" Ariana looked into the girls bright blue eyes, a glassy film covering them, giving away the fact that Lily was sadder than she intended her to know. Ariana smiled, "You'll be absolutely fine. You know your stronger than you give yourself credit for. And everybody loves you here, even with out me, or my words - you'll be out of here in no time. But I will write you, I promise"
The two girls looked at each other meaningfully, as if the memories they had shared were flashing between them. Ariana walked over to her and hugged her tightly, "Never forget that you are beautiful, never forget how lovely you really are" she whispered into Lily's ear.
They pulled away from each other and gave one last parting smile. "You better go then. Don't want them to get too fidgety, or there'll be havoc with the matron, and we'll all be holding it against you!" Lily told her, with a fake sense of authority.
They laughed in unison, and Ariana picked up the last of her bags. "I'll be seeing you" She said, and with that, walked out the door, tears stinging at her eyes.

She didn't dare let her gaze stray from the path in front of her. As her goodbyes to everything, and everyone had already been made. And if she had to go, then she just wanted to go, and get it over and done with.
The yellow taxi did not seem welcoming, nor did the taxi driver, though she still gave him a smile, as he packed the last of her things into the boot, and she slipped into the back seat, trying to not to think about what she was forcefully leaving behind, and instead, oh what was ahead of her.

Friday, April 15, 2011


Whoa whoa whoa, so before you go getting any ideas, or start picturing me trying to climb into a power socket, just wait a second. This post is not about me exploring the wide world of natures own hard core drugs.

Basically, I am watchig a movie at the moment. This movie, is called Shrooms. It is a horror film, made in 2007 directed by Paddy Breathnauch. And it. Is. Fucked. Up. I am watching it now holey like, I don't even. What is this. It's fucked up, I can't even express.

A group of American students decided to go to Ireland, go camping, get high off of shrooms and have a good ol' trip. One girl, though, has a special Shroom, which makes her have premonitions about all her friends being killed by this serial killer, that is hunting them all down. They all die apart from her. She gets saved, goes to hospital, then has a flash back and it turns out SHE killed all her friends when she was having her first trip. Right? So there IS NO serial killer. (My sister looked up the plot)

Yeah, I can't even. This is stupid, and screwed up. I do not see myself watching the end of this movie. But you guys should totally go and look up the plot summary, that's basically all you really need.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

In the summer, oh I love her

This title is actually completely irrelevant, considering it isn't even Summer. But I have that song stuck in my head right now (In The Summer - Loon Lake).

The first two weeks of school Holidays have suddenly dawned on us, and Easter is on it's way. I really cannot wait. I love rhymes so much. My life. Seriously. But any how, I can't wait.
It'll be spent sitting around my Grannies kitchen table, eating chocolate, doing the daily quiz, playing various board games and conversing about what ever comes to mind. These times are like the highlights of my life. I could never feel more at home than at those moments. I am so corny right now, but really. I can't even put into words how much I love my family and the times we have, especially at my Grandparents house. It's always so cosy and snug.

In other news - PRISON BREAK.
Holyfuckingjustwow. This show has taken my life away and stowed it in a cupboard to be consumed by the Prison Break monster, and I ain't mad!
I never thought I would fall in love with this show, but even after watching the first episode, it had taken me. The person that made this, must be so smart, to think of the whole plot and all, the characters, the way Michael was going to break out, etc. And it just keeps you going and going and going. Never ever boring.
I am up to the second season now, probably half way through - or almost half way through. And it is still the best. And I can't even explain how much I am in love with Michael Scofield / Wentworth Miller.
If I was to recommend you any TV show to watch at the moment, it would be Prison break. Seriously, do it.