Celebration Time.... COME ON!

Ok, so... February is a very big month for me.

TODAY was one of my BEST FRIENDS birthday! So, happy birthday Tevvi, dearest. She lives in byron bay and i haven't seen her in like 3 or 4 years. I miss her so much, and i think of her every day. I'll always love that beautiful, amazing girl with my whole heart.

Coming up on the 7th of Feb - MY BIRTHDAY! I have no idea what I want, or what I'm getting. I'm not too excited, and here's my little apology to all the people who have to put up with me screaming "FOUR DAYS LEFT!!!" Sorry guys. :)

THEN on the 10th of Feb - my AWESOME friend SONJA'S birthday! I love that girl to bits. I've only known her a few short months, but she made every day a whole lot easier. She has been there for me since the start, LOVE YOU SONNY! <3

AND THEN on the 11th - KEERTHANA'S BIRTHDAY! She has been there for me since like the first day at Canterbury. She is one of THE best friends anyone could ever have. She is my teacher in dirty-joke-d-ness, so if I annoy you, blame her. She is such a laugh, and I love her to bits.

14th of February - This day, for any of you clueless losers who are living under rocks, is VALENTINES DAY. Valentines is the best time of year, because you get to flirt with people, and they flirt back. I love Valentines, because it's fun. :P Hahaha, hello Oli :) haha

In conclusion, February is one of the best months of the year, and I hope every has a good one. Sorry about the length of this blog. :S

Song of the Blog:

Edge of Desire - John Mayer

SOOOOOO GOOD :)

Over and Out, Lyndall.

Torture.

This type of torture doesn't involve pulling, or stretching, or dragging you behind a cart. Or constant slapping, or hanging you from a roof, this torture is based inside the head. It is always there, from the day they come along.

That one person that just ruins every day of your life.

Even if you don't see them anymore, even if you don't have anything to do with them anymore, they still find ways to seep into your head and make you relive possibly the worst moments of your life. Their words, shouting at you, their face, appearing, all the time. But I tell you what I hate the most about those people? The fact that there is at least one other person out there with the same name. If they have a very common name, every time you see, meet, or think about someone else with the same name, their face pops up, and it annoys the crap out of you!

I really hope that no one ever has to go through that sort of thing, because it is the most horrible form of mental torture possible. And you just want it to stop, but it can't. Then you blame yourself for thinking about them all the time, and then you start to believe that you can't move on, or you haven't. And that annoys you too. Then everything going on in the present starts to catch up with you, and it all gets way too much. You just want it to stop, for a few minutes. But it doesn't. You learn to accept that face, and that voice in your head. You learn that hey can't hurt you, if you don't let them.

Slowly, you learn to let it go.

The face and the voice, they never leave. The harder you try not to think about them, the harder it is to stop. Keep yourself occupied. Find other people, to help.

If you're anything like me, you wont. You'll do it alone, because you think you can, because you think you're strong enough to pull through it, and you don't need a hand to help. You do, everyone does. And I know what it's like to be left behind, to be forgotten, to not have the friend you thought you had. That, my friends, is why I sometimes believe don't I need anyone else to make me happy, because I'm afraid of behind left behind, again.

I fixed my problem, but lately it can't help coming back to me. I just thought I'd freak you all out, and make you think I'm a psychopath. Well, my work here is done. :)

Song of the Blog:
Liar Liar - Never Shout Never!
Awesome song (Y)

Over an Out, Lyndall.

Melbourne.

Lotsa people asked me how my trip to Melbourne was, so I guess I'll just write a blog about it. SNAPS FOR LYNDALL! God, I'm strange.

Anyway, so first night I stayed at my beloved Sophie's house. It was pretty good. Although, she kept me up till 4 in the morning, just chatting away. A couple of times she asked why I wasn't saying anything. Truth was, I fell asleep quite a few times, and woke up ten minutes later, and she's still babbling on to herself. Hah, good times.

I didn't get to see my friends until Geena's birthday party, and they were all there! It was funny, mum dropped me off at Heidi's and Heidi's mum dropped us off at the party. I practically got tackled as soon as I got out of the car at Heidi's. I was actually winded for a bit there...

PARTY TIME!

The crazy frog song just came into my head. Ugggghhh...

Moving on... GEENA'S PARTY. We drove down Geena's street and because Shaz lives across the road, she was just coming out of her house, saw me in the car and screamed. It was hilarious! Once again, tackled as soon as I got out of the car.

Finally we get to the door, and everyone runs to the door, and as soon as they open the door, my ears like... died. TOO MUCH NOISE. Hugs all 'round! Then we all went in the pool, when Heidi told me she met up with James, and she was grounded for it. I had a massive spaz at her. I mean, I finally get to come back to Melbourne, and she goes and gets grounded. Smart one, dumb one.

But yeah, great party! We watched this "horror" movie, called Dead Calm, which turned out to be more of a comedy. Then, I stayed at Geena's house that night. She decided to write a list of all the guys I talk about, because she couldn't keep up with my "extremely dramatic" life. She is still extremely confused about half of them.

Hum di di, hum di di, hum.

Next night I stayed at Heidi's. Which was fun. I guess... Hah. Kidding. We saw Paranormal Activity, and Heidi would not SHUT UP about it. I laughed at how scared she was. He he he. And we also saw Jon, her cousin, which was funny, and awkward, but more funny than awkward, but still really awkward. (I just made the worst typo. I typed fanny instead of funny. HAH!) He was with his friend Joel, who was really quiet... At first I thought he was a mute.

He wasn't a mute.

MUTE!

"My penis is like a universal remote, you are like a tv, I can always turn you on."

Then I spent 9847397452652975249 years with my family. Which was ok, I guess.

I DIDN'T GET TO SEE KEERTHANA. Gay. To. The. Max.

Sophie came up to Anglesea for a few days too, which was awesome! We went surfing, and swimming, and played UNO! Uno, is a legend. I love Uno. Uno is God. I'm kidding.

Yeah, but after all the family stuff, I stayed at Sophie's again. We jammed in her billiard room, Her on drums, and me on guitar/singing. It was heaps of fun. Haha, then we skyped Oli. Good times. We stayed up till 2 talking that night. Oli came over the next day, which was hilarious, because we were quoting The Hangover. When father queerest came to pick me up, Oli hid down the hall. I was like "Why are you hiding?" and then later in the car dad asked what we did, and I told him Oli came over, he asked if he was Sophie's boyfriend (which he's not), and then he said "Oh, he was the one who was hiding!" Hahahahahahahahaha. I love you, dad.

But yes. That was the friend part of my Melbourne holiday. I saw my family too much to write it all in one blog.

Song Of The Blog:

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

Haha, thanks for this, Oli.

Over and Out, Lyndall.

"Liking" People.

This is the funniest concept i have ever come across in my life. "Liking" people is strange. Basically, the rules are, every mid-teenager has to "like" someone.

Now, I know everyone reading already knows this, but I'd just like to share my view on things. :)

Firstly, I think it's wrong to assume that everyone HAS to like someone. I don't, well most of the time. I mean, you could be a totally emo person, who hates the world, and people constantly bugging you, asking who you like... MAN. I sometimes feel like people asking me that same stupid question "Who do you like" over and over again, would kill me. Far out people. Leave the emos ALONE. They hate the world, and obviously there are no exceptions if they want to kill themselves. Woa, I got a bit off topic there.

I AM NOT EMO.

I am merely a mid-teenager who doesn't like anyone.

I SWEAR.

And why do they call it "like" anyway? I mean, of course you like them! You want to go out with them! Hah, I find it funny how everyone's always saying... "What, like like? or just like?". It's actually kinda funny! I think we should make a word up for it. Like the British have "rate" but then again that can have other meanings. But at least it's similar! You know, "I rate you."/"I rank you excellent." It's also weird, because you don't quite love them, or you're too embarrassed to say so. Could we use fancy maybe? Just. Not. "Like."

This whole "liking" business really annoys me, because, you see, nearly everyone (even non-teenagers) think that all teenagers do this, so therefore my parents think this. I hate it, because it means that whenever I have a guy friend, they always expect the worst, when I am so cool by not liking anyone. They don't trust me. How. Saddening. But yes, I wish people would just understand, but I guess that's just the nature of this world.

There's a lot of things people don't understand about me, like the fact that I want to break a bone (don't ask). And why I am so strong moralled, but some secrets are meant to be kept. If I don't want to tell you something, it isn't that I don't trust you, it's that I want to keep some things to myself. No one knows everything about me, so why should you?

All I'm saying, is "liking" people is stupid, and you should respect people's privacy too. If they don't want to tell you who they like, then stop asking. If they want you to know, and just feel like making a big drama about it, then they'll give you hints. (I think it's hilarious when they try and hint to you that they want you to ask who they like, and you just blab on about something else. Really pisses people off).

Well anyway, currently, I don't like anyone. And I assume no one likes me, and sometimes, that's just the way I like it.

Song Of The Blog:
Sk8r Boi - Avril Lavigne
Golden Oldie. :D

Over and Out, Lyndall.

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.