I have a headache. I have a cough. I'm tired. I have red eyes. I'm annoyed. My parents are "discussing" things in the kitchen.
This weekend I've had the responsibility to take a "friend'" dog out for walks. I had her key and went to her apartment and took the dog out. It's not that big of a deal, I have a dog (they're mother and daughter actually), so it's not like I didn't intend to go for a walk anyway.
Well, well, here's the thing; Last walk was this morning, I got in around 10 am. Then I locked the door and left the key in the pigeon-hole, because she was getting back...either around 2 or 4 pm.
About 3 pm I walk my own dog and voilà! ot long after that I get a text from her asking me if I can't take her on an evening walk too, because her train is delayed and she won't be back until tomorrow morning. I tell her that that's a no-can-do unless there's an extra key. Well there is! Can you believe the luck?
So I dutifully put on my shoes and some extra layers of clothes because, frankly, it's snowing cats and dogs (well if it can rain cats and dogs it sure as hell can snow cats and dogs), and go to her friend to collect the keys to let her poor dog out for a walk. When I get there though, wouldn't you know, there is no one home!
Lovely!
So I text her asking for her to call then and ask them where the hell they are (I'm getting quite annoyed at this time) and she texts back saying OK. 10 minutes later i started walking home and here I am. I've been home for half and hour and I still havn't heard from her.
All of this I'm not doing for her sake...I'm doing it for her dog because I feel sorry for her. That's how miserable I am.
//Cam (Oh, ad I'm pissed off, did I tell you?)
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Love, flue, and boob-jobs
First off, I just wanted to send out some love to our very own Camilla, home with some form of throat-flu (fever and a terrible pain I hear, enough to condemn the poor girl to the sofa with a remote control and Heroes playing... ah the eye-sexing on that screen!). We all wish you get better very very soon (aka now!) and I'm sending the love...
Now as far as other things... Random mention, I just dyed my hair again, trying to cover the sudden blonde roots... Uhm... Well, it itches, is far more red, and the roots on one side are still blonde. But whatever, suits my confused state of life at the mo.
Good credit crunch news would be that there is still a job to go to in the morning. Who knew little 'ol me would feel that way about a 9-5 eh? Ok, so maybe it's not really that 9-5esque everyday... maybe I don't wanna blow my brains out THAT badly every morning when waking up at SEVEN (yes yes, I shouldn't complain)... But again. Hey.
Oh and the boys then, you ask?
Well, one of them was playing the field doubly (no, stop it Camilla, not like that). He decided he could have as many girls as he wanted, as long as he didn't technically lie to any of them. Technicalities, gotta love em. So no more coffees there... which sucks. Once I get over the embarassment and sudden flair of riddiculous annoyance I'll go claim that free cuppa, promise. x
Then there was work-boy. Very sweet text, very sweet over-all, and zero attraction. So I decided going to the movies to watch gore-fest 2009 ala Friday 13th was a great idea. Well, obviously it was all a scam. I have a thing for Jason (who doesn't), and since SPN's Jared Pada-something was in the main lead as Clay (Whitney's brother), however could I resist? Honestly, it was good... Too much nakedness with no real point tho, a bunch of boob flashes (we get it, you want guys to see it), and a little over the top. But. Funky-druggie-asian dude was hillarious! the ending was just too funny (and, I'll admit, I jumped), and Jared's down-and-serious acting actually kept the movie on a likable base. Thumbs up! (I know,shocked too)
And... uhm... yeah, long post again. There's that other guy. Yes. THAT one. Who goes from 'nothing serious, just hanging' to 'very serious, miss you' back to 'hubba?'. But as soon as body parts or sex is even on the vague topic board (aka movie scene of boobs... darn hollywood) then there's pleanty of attention. What's with that anyways? :( Boys, seriously, I get the whole sexual frustration thing (believe me, am getting it, like, very veyr very much!), but treat your girl with some respect. I mean really, babbling about 'Carpe Diem' with sad puppy eyes makes no difference at all. Yes, you look adorable and we wanna hug you, but we wanna slap you at the same time, probably more even...
Right, that makes very little sense in this short (not kidding!) post, but hey... Oh, and apparently my boobs are 'awesome', or so I was told by an auditioning actor the other day. Pre-audition fyi. Gotta love those outspoken ones huh... Oh well, thanx hun, they are awesome, but they are far out of your league. mostly cause of that comment :)... Oh, and what is it about so many actor portfolios (girls) containing sex-posing? I mean really, sure you're a serious actress, but why the lace and silicone?
Love to ya'll, stay safe in that snow-chaos (if it's still affecting you), and happy belated Valentines Day! <3 <3 (it's not about mushy romance really)
xo
Peaches
PS. Best Valentines tip? Skip the bloody standards and cliches... Flowers are all good and well, but whenever you take hints from a book/google/a-found-Cosmo/your dad, it just isn't a guarantee for success. Think outside the box ppl, like you might actually know the girl/boy in question?
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Boys, toys & living the dream
When we're young and innocent, people tell us to think of the future. To imagine what we might want to do as grown ups. We are expected to have dreams, plans, passions... Fairy-tales or darkened realities, they all come down to one thing- a future!
Then time swoops by, and one day you are standing there. The job, the rapidly decreasing bank account, the insurance papers and sickness covers with fine-prints, laundry bags, and evening news... And, of course, a lack of a social life. Until one crashes down, hits you over the head, and leaves you confused, but nonetheless very much alive.
I suppose I ought to explain myself. I was cleaning my room today and realized I had all that. Tomorrow I've gotta pay rent. The insurance policies have been paid (the wonders of direct-debit), and I've got my phone bill covered (although the fact that the earpiece of the phone is broken, and you can't actually hear a thing, well, that's a later problem). And I'm agonizing over things like savings accounts and the economic recession. I even had a vaguely serious discussion about high-schoolers future options in this financial climate.
Oh, and I say words like "...in this financial climate."
When did we grow up? I'm twenty for crying out loud!! But, I must admit, I enjoy ever bit of it, as scary as it sounds.
Then, of course, there are the problems. So many of them, but let's start with the interesting dramatics, the ones entitled 'lies, boys, and lattes'. I walk around wholly aware of people's shady sides. My wedding dream focuses on a secret savings account ready for the divorce, and a solid pre-nup. The idea of long-term commitment frightens me almost as much as I secretly would like to enjoy it. And hearing "I love you" has on previous occassions been greeted with stuttering, "oh...", and my favourite... "Thanks... ehrm...". Me? A bitch? Never *gasps*
Yet, then and again you bump into someone. And they get you all jittery. Every logical sense (as well as your loving caring friends... and all other sane ppl) is telling you to run far and fast, but your heart beats faster and you smile like a fourteen year old school girl with a crush. You flirt, you get flirted with, there are promises, chocolates, cuddles and... truth. Like, he loves you, but loves that bottle as well. Like, on occassion the passion streak turns into violently jelaous temperament. Or, "I... have a girlfriend..." a month or something in.
That is when you pick yourself up, ask what the heck you've been thinking, and realize it still hurts because heaven forbid it you liked the guy. For once. And of course he was a bad boy. Because all those nice boys with manners and safe sides, they don't stir that wild butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Nope... That's the boy with the hidden tattoo, the one who almost went to prison, or the one who just checked out of rehab... or why not the one who stole magazines from seven eleven. If you have a type, you have a type... Even if you really just secretly want a nice fluffy comedian, who will make you cry and laugh and hold you tight whenever you need it (without having been asked). The best friend that loves and is loved...
But for now... Paperwork, rents, laundry, garbadge disposal days (the schedule is on the door), grocery shopping, and the nagging voice that tells you to eat fruit... Oh, and savings accounts. And most importantly, friends and family. Because they're truly un-conditional.
<3 (P.S. Sorry abt the long posts... guess it makes up for the sporadic-ness... and FYI Cam is right about Veronica Mars AND proper pencil sharpeners... and to all the nice boys & girls out there who dare take a chance. You are all very admirable, you really are. Wouldn't want to end this on a gloomy note eh...)
xo Peaches
Then time swoops by, and one day you are standing there. The job, the rapidly decreasing bank account, the insurance papers and sickness covers with fine-prints, laundry bags, and evening news... And, of course, a lack of a social life. Until one crashes down, hits you over the head, and leaves you confused, but nonetheless very much alive.
I suppose I ought to explain myself. I was cleaning my room today and realized I had all that. Tomorrow I've gotta pay rent. The insurance policies have been paid (the wonders of direct-debit), and I've got my phone bill covered (although the fact that the earpiece of the phone is broken, and you can't actually hear a thing, well, that's a later problem). And I'm agonizing over things like savings accounts and the economic recession. I even had a vaguely serious discussion about high-schoolers future options in this financial climate.
Oh, and I say words like "...in this financial climate."
When did we grow up? I'm twenty for crying out loud!! But, I must admit, I enjoy ever bit of it, as scary as it sounds.
Then, of course, there are the problems. So many of them, but let's start with the interesting dramatics, the ones entitled 'lies, boys, and lattes'. I walk around wholly aware of people's shady sides. My wedding dream focuses on a secret savings account ready for the divorce, and a solid pre-nup. The idea of long-term commitment frightens me almost as much as I secretly would like to enjoy it. And hearing "I love you" has on previous occassions been greeted with stuttering, "oh...", and my favourite... "Thanks... ehrm...". Me? A bitch? Never *gasps*
Yet, then and again you bump into someone. And they get you all jittery. Every logical sense (as well as your loving caring friends... and all other sane ppl) is telling you to run far and fast, but your heart beats faster and you smile like a fourteen year old school girl with a crush. You flirt, you get flirted with, there are promises, chocolates, cuddles and... truth. Like, he loves you, but loves that bottle as well. Like, on occassion the passion streak turns into violently jelaous temperament. Or, "I... have a girlfriend..." a month or something in.
That is when you pick yourself up, ask what the heck you've been thinking, and realize it still hurts because heaven forbid it you liked the guy. For once. And of course he was a bad boy. Because all those nice boys with manners and safe sides, they don't stir that wild butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Nope... That's the boy with the hidden tattoo, the one who almost went to prison, or the one who just checked out of rehab... or why not the one who stole magazines from seven eleven. If you have a type, you have a type... Even if you really just secretly want a nice fluffy comedian, who will make you cry and laugh and hold you tight whenever you need it (without having been asked). The best friend that loves and is loved...
But for now... Paperwork, rents, laundry, garbadge disposal days (the schedule is on the door), grocery shopping, and the nagging voice that tells you to eat fruit... Oh, and savings accounts. And most importantly, friends and family. Because they're truly un-conditional.
<3 (P.S. Sorry abt the long posts... guess it makes up for the sporadic-ness... and FYI Cam is right about Veronica Mars AND proper pencil sharpeners... and to all the nice boys & girls out there who dare take a chance. You are all very admirable, you really are. Wouldn't want to end this on a gloomy note eh...)
xo Peaches
Thursday, 5 February 2009
I'm in love!
Isn't it lovely to be in love? The joy, the happy, the everything is right with the world, FINALLY!
...it is true.
Granted I'm in love with my new pencil sharpener because it's JUST SO GOOD! It's like...on MY side. Get it? It gets my pencils sharp, my drawings clean.
Oh, and also, it doesn't kill my pencils as my OTHER pencil sharpeners usually does. *sideways glare at pencil sharpeners in the corner*
Now, if you excuse me, I'm working on giving Heroes a chance (s1 ep1 looks promising). Hey, don't look at me like that, I've actually spent quite some time on homework today, I deserve a break!
Oh, and fyi; Veronica Mars, it's a great series. S1, very good, s2...slightly worse, but still good. S3...well, it was worth watching. Although, sadly enough, it left things open for another season which probably aint gonna happen. But I guess I'll live (even though it didn't end quite as I'd wished...).
Cam out!
...it is true.
Granted I'm in love with my new pencil sharpener because it's JUST SO GOOD! It's like...on MY side. Get it? It gets my pencils sharp, my drawings clean.
Oh, and also, it doesn't kill my pencils as my OTHER pencil sharpeners usually does. *sideways glare at pencil sharpeners in the corner*
Now, if you excuse me, I'm working on giving Heroes a chance (s1 ep1 looks promising). Hey, don't look at me like that, I've actually spent quite some time on homework today, I deserve a break!
Oh, and fyi; Veronica Mars, it's a great series. S1, very good, s2...slightly worse, but still good. S3...well, it was worth watching. Although, sadly enough, it left things open for another season which probably aint gonna happen. But I guess I'll live (even though it didn't end quite as I'd wished...).
Cam out!
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