Crazy towns.

I can't, for the life of me, remember who said this (it may have been SamSam but I really don't know) but somebody mentioned to me how the people in shows like Home and Away live really crazy lives - no one person has that much going on in their life, let alone a community with death and tragedy and scandal every day. Oh, and it takes more than four episodes to get over somebodies death.

Shows like that seem to be like some persons intricate doll game, they set themselves up a town with people and personalities and if it starts to get dull just kill off that person, make that one gay, give that one a drug problem...

Don't get me wrong, I'm as brain-dead as the next person as I sit down and lap up the ridiculous story presented to me near daily. But it deserves a little thought when you're getting four hundred and twenty minutes of watching a society where one wall gets built back up and another falls straight down per week.

Oh my long johns I am thinking about television. God help me.

I can see clearly now...

No, I really can't. I need me some glasses! But I don't want me some ugly glasses! I found these amazing glasses at Dog's Breakfast which I'm in love with.

But that is not the point.

What's his face from thingy who talked to us about stuff had a really good point about something. When he said that if you asked a five year old what they want to be they'll say straight away "ballerina" or "astronaut" or (if you're me) "old lady" (don't ask) but if you ask somebody my age they'll go "...dunno" which is... not such a satisfactory answer.
I mean, come on, even I know what I want to be. I'm not going to tell you but there is something.

I told my mum what I wanted to be and she only said "well, it's a very competitive business..." and told me to get a back up option. MUM THAT WAS MY BACK UP, AFTER THE LAST DREAM YOU CRUSHED.


I thought the parents job was to encourage. Guess not.

Thirty two days, five hours and twenty nine minutes remaining.

Not quite exact seeing as I was born at around eight in the morning... but you get the gist. For my birthday I am asking my parents for two things:

1. A pair of glasses from Dog's Breakfast ($49.90)
2. A tattoo of a bird in a tree on my wrist (yeah, it's going to happen by the wayyy my dad said yes).
   

P.S.
I'm sorry for Wednesday, I didn't actually kick you.
I was walking past you and my amazingly heavy bag (you have no idea how heavy that thing is) swung out and hit you lightly. Please don't overreact.
I have to ask though; why on earth do you hate me?? If you think I snob you in class then why is it I always saved a seat for you and talked to you and bought you food and gave you things and went places with you?? Doesn't sound like snobbing to me...
I'm still waiting for you to tell me exactly how I'm acting like a troll girl, and why I don't deserve any of the good things in my life.
I'm still waiting for you to tell me why you say such hurtful things about me.

If I had to have a child...

...I would have a cute asian child.

If you take away the fact that I hate children.

So break me to small parts, let go in small doses.

I have a blister on my little toe and I must say it hurts like a hurting thing.

I had to write an apology letter to Sue and Karen for disappearing from sport... freaking sweet. Luckily fake apologies are easy peasy simple pimple:

Dear Sue and Karen,

I am very sorry for disappearing from sport yesterday, we were tired so we sat down on the grass and lost track of time. We will make sure not to let this happen again.

I understand this piles unnecessary extra work and worry and for that I apologize.

Yours,

Michelle.

LOAD OF BULL.

Guess what :O

Alex is a silly and I love him.

Wedding plans!

Robyn and I plan to get married, in beautiful dresses.
And a beautiful reindeer-cake.

It's going to be epic.