Grapes.

Today, I had this really weird craving for grapes. My nan had just recently bought some, so I grabbed them and started eating.

Yes, I am healthy.

Not...

Moving on! So, I ate one grape, and it was rather sour, and then the next one was really sweet, but kind of funny looking. And then I started thinking about guys, and grapes. Then, I started thinking about how guys related to grapes, and after many sick things popped into my mind... I thought, "Gee Wiz! Guys are like grapes!"

You're probably thinking "She's a LOON!" which I am, but anyway. Guys are like grapes because:
1) Some are perfect looking, but sour.
2) Some are ugly, and sweet.
3) Some are ugly and disgusting all together.
4) When you finally find a good grape, you take ages to eat it because you want all the beautiful juicyness out of it, before you swallow.

There are a million gazillion different combinations of grapes! Everyone likes a different one too. So, for me I like mildly good looking, sour grapes. Someone else on the other hand, might like sweet. Some are even allergic to grapes! (You know what I mean ;) And every now and again, you find a grape that's just right. Today, I found one... It was awesome. It's a sign! *wink wink*

I'm kidding. I do not base my future predictions on grapes.

I base them on an eight ball. :D

You know what else I've discovered? That being single, is fun! You can tease and flirt with any boy you want, and no one can tell you off for it! And personally, I like not keeping secrets from people.. Everyone's always wanting to know who you like, or who you're going out with. Well, I honestly don't like anyone, and I'm not going out with anyone either.

And do you know what else? We have our WHOLE LIVES to do all the serious relationship stuff. Why not get out there and play the field a bit? All the relationships I have been in, have ended in someone getting hurt, and that's usually the case with anyone's relationship. I am fourteen! Free! And right now, I just want to have fun. We shouldn't have to rush ourselves. We already have enough pressure from school, family and friends that we don't need ANOTHER thing to worry about. I mean these days, we're expected to pick a career by the age of 15! We're kids! I mean, c'mon... we're not mature enough. Well, at least I'm not.

We have to make everyone proud, or happy. My parents want me to be a pharmacist. I DON'T THINK SO. I've had to deal with enough medicine to last me a lifetime, and I still have one to go. I have no interest in medicine. I like music, and writing, and maths. NOT MEDICINE. They don't care. They just want me to buy them a beach front apartment in Maloolaba, but by the time I save enough money, they'll be too fat to get off their cheapo arses and do anything anyway! Why can't I buy myself a beach front apartment in Maloolaba? Oh, I know, because I don't want to live in Maloolaba. I want to live at home, in Melbourne. With my friends and family, but who cares what makes me happy!? Not my parents, obviously.

Woah, I got a bit off topic there. I guess that's why they call it a rant.

Song of the blog time!
Your Biggest Fan - Never Shout Never!
Honestly, I love it. It's... relatable.

Shout outs to: Flapalopagus, and Rob-Rob. Love you both :) (A LOT!)

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a lovely holiday!

Girls, time to go find some grapes!

Over and Out, Lyndall.

P.S. Today I also discovered that puzzles are like sex.
You have to fit the sticky-outy bit, in the hole.
It's hard and fun, AT THE SAME TIME.

He he he.

Believe Me.

Now, I am seriously sick of everyone telling me who and what to believe.

I have the most amazing friend.

Everyone keeps telling to "Be careful!" or "He's a bad person!".

Shut up.

He is one of my best friends. I have to say, how dare you! Sure, he's stuffed up a few times, and he might not run with the right crowd, but just because someone said that someone said that someone was hurt by him, doesn't mean he's a bad person. Don't judge him.

He might see you or treat you differently to me, but that doesn't give you the right to tell me who to be friends with, who to trust and who to believe. I have morals, and frankly, I find it very disappointing that you think that I can't do anything right.

I am flattered that you care enough to be worried about the decisions I make, but BACK OFF. You've told me once "He is no good!". Yeah, I heard you. And honestly, I don't care if he called you an annoying b*tch, because it is most likely that you are.

He's nice to me, and if I don't care about you, then that's all that matters.

Just, uhh, if things don't work out the way I know they will... please don't come to me saying "I told you so!" because I actually will have to punch you in the face.

You're allowed to have opinions, and I completely respect that, but I don't think it's a very smart idea saying "I hate him!" around me. No, not smart at all.

Anyway, it's one thirty in the morning, and I need to get up to go to Laura's house tomorrow :)

Song Of the Blog:
Cousins - Vampire Weekend
(I LOVE this song! And the video clip is hilarious!)

Over an Out, Lyndall

Just Your Average Rant...

Well, I officially sat down at the computer and I couldn't think of anything to write about.

I can't believe that tomorrow is my last day of being a Year Nine student. A Middle School student. Life is just going past so fast that I can't keep up! Soon, it will be Christmas, and then my birthday and then Year Ten! I'm not ready to be in Year Ten!

Letters. Everyone loves getting letters, it's just no one can be bothered to write one. It's actually kind of sad how technology is taking over social conversations. I know I can't talk, because I don't write letters, and I spend 90% of my time on MSN, but I write to my friends every now and again!

Confidence is a very big issue with a few of my friends. If you were as bad as you say, do you really think I'd go near you? Or talk to you? Or be friends with you? You're not as ugly as a retarded bull, your hair is not as disgusting as my grandma's pubs, your body is not a lump of fat and you are not boring! You're only boring when you say lies about yourself, because every single person I know is special, to me, in one way or another, and if I never talk to you, then you have something that I don't like. Laura and Rob, you are both phenomenal people, and if i hear one more word about you being ugly or boring or anything negative, I'm just going to have to slap you.

Honesty is a massive part of what I want in a friend. You have to be totally honest to me, and i will be with you. I trust really easily, but if you lie, it takes me a while to get back on track, if i ever get back. But seriously, don't lie. It only ends in tears. Both yours and the person you lied to.

Never give up, guys. If you have a mission, finish it, 007! That was so lame. But if you are, just make sure you are the one who ends up happy.

Laura is pestering me to finish this blog, so I better post it!

Song Of The Blog -
Same Mistake - James Blunt

It made me cry. :'(

Over and Out, Lyndall

I have been stuck for inspiration lately for songs, so I don't think I'll be posting any anytime soon.