today is a warm grape soda type of day

So, lets be funny today, shall we?

Well, I'm not sure if I can, as my funny bone (hah hah.) is rusty (not funny/slightly gross) but I'll try.

(every time I say the word try, I want to follow it by saying "Do or do not, there is no try" in a Yoda voice. Cool?)

So, as many of you are wondering, a warm grape soda day is like, a very messed up one.

It starts out surprisingly sweet, then gets TOO sweet, then you swallow a fly, then you're gagging on the ground and people are ignoring you, and then you set it down and want to give up, but your parents say "you opened it and you finish it!" and so you try to sip it, and it makes you sick, so you chug back a bit, and then stagger around moaning as your mouth turns purple, and then you sip it a little more, trying to finish, and then you give up, and when no one's looking, you pour the last bit down the sink, splashing the dark purple dye onto your new white shirt, and then you sigh and set down the can, and just walk away, until your mom yells at you for leaving a can on the counter, and you have to deal with the stupid thing that you thought would be good, and then you throw it into the recycling bin with excessive force, and walk away satisfied that you showed that can who's boss. Then you spend the rest of the night applying Tide to Go on your shirt.

Yes.

That is a metaphor for how my day has been/will be. UNDERSTAND ME.

On a nice and happy note: tomorrow is the last day of class!!

Woohoo!

-Tizzle.

Insanity and the Little Blue Duck

Oh, so like, yesterday, there was like, this suuuuuuper hot man in my class, but like, he had this braid, from behind his ear, and was like, really weird, in this like, suuper hot way, But, like, he was wearing a skirt. Well, it wasn't really a skirt, more like a dress. With pants. Made out of like, burlap or some shit. And I was like, okay, fine. be eccentric. You're still cute though. And then he like, held this flashlight in his hands, but it wasn't turned on, it was totally unlit, and he held it towards me all like, menacing like, and growled really deep and kinda sexy, if you like dangerous weird men. So I like, fluttered my eyelashes a bit, just a little. and he sheathed his stick. And then he leaned in, and he smelled like grass and sweat and a little bit of citrus, and his eyes were this really light blue. And when he spoke, he had this light irish accent. and basically, he's in my bed right now.
Oh, gotta go!

-Tea

I have the Force

Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man.
This is my next 2 weeks:
Tuesday 6th- write FPA essay (and hand in) and event report
Wednesday 7th- write English essay, hand in event report apply for bakery job
Thursday 8th- hand in English essay, work
Friday 9th- work
Saturday 10th- write other FPA essay
Sunday 11th- study Archeology
Monday 12th- Write FPA essay
Tuesday 13th- study Archeology
Wednesday 14th- Archeology test
Thursday 15th- Hand in FPA essay
Friday 16th- study
Saturday 17th- study
Sunday 18th- study
Monday 19th- EXAMSSSSSS!!!!!!!ahhhhhh!!!ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday 20th- pass out.

Good stuff eh? Lots of fun.

Easter is Magnificent in it's Many Colored Pastel Wonder




Got that epiiiiiiiiiiiic book with my coles gift card :) Shopping For Vintage. And everybody knows, or should know (you could be a self absorbed crazy person-- I'm not here to judge) that I love clothes. I love making them (although I suck) and wearing them oddly (which I need to do more often) and just looking at their glory online or window shopping. Yes, I do know my designers. I actually can tell the difference between Dolce and Versace. I better freaking get a Tiffany wedding ring. And vintage? That's like the best thing there is.
This book... it's going to change my world.
In the back, it lists EVERY country in the world (excluding odd third world ones- no one wants to shop there) and EVERY amazing little vintage boutique there. Sigh. There are five near where I live, and I want to go so desperately. I'm really into coats from the 30's right now. I wouldn't be able to pull one off right now, but I will be able to eventually, probably :) Hopefully. Please?

So, lets go?

My parents had some very rich people over at our house yesterday. I'm talking millionaires here. And after I came back from chinatown, I had to go change into a skirt and sit up straight and eat nicely and be gracious and pronounce things correctly. It was bizarre. It's always bizarre. But, they said that in all the countries they've visited-- and they've seen a lot-- I could be dropped in the streets of France, and I would fit in perfectly.
Everyone says I look French. But I'm not. And I don't think I look French. I look different, because I have weird coloring. But French? I dunno.

Anyways. Gotta work on my homework. Fails.

-Tibblet.

Lick a Little Lemon. (Happy Easter)


Ohhh, baby.

You see dat shit? Yeah.

LUCKY ELEPHANT PINK CANDY POPCORN.

Don't tell me you don't know what that is. It's amazing. It's spectacular. It's.... candy from the 90's!!!

oh man. so good. so so good.

And yeah, I'm madly in love with vintage candy shops now and I'm moving to chinatown.

No big deal though. Not like I'm going to like, France or anything. Hah. Hah. Cough.

Okay, maybe I'm going to France too. But that's not for now. That's later. In a few years. Chinatown first.

Terra's Weird Quirk of the Day:

(I drink out of mugs when I have juice and water and stuff. Cold stuff in coffee mugs is the greatest thing in the world. I only use glasses when we have company over.)

And now-- off to write four essays in one day! Skip skip skip off to the happy joy land of HOLYFREAKINGHELLOHMYJESUSIHAVESOMUCHHOMEWORKI'MGOINGTOHAVEASTROKE.

Oh, and happy easter all you kiddies. Have fun with your chocolate :) I know I will!

My Loot:

Lindt chocolate eggs, a Lindt bunny, dark chocolate Cadbury Mini Eggs, a $10 Starbucks card and a $10 Coles card.

Five bucks to whoever can guess which one I'm most excited about :D

-Tee.


I Think I May Be Sappy

I seriously crave like, romance stories, cute, fluffy, steamy, whatever. Any sort of intense emotion with a happy ending, well, I love it.
And I never thought of myself as sappy or romantic, but now that I think about it... I am.
I want deep red velvet roses on valentines day, I want proclamations of love, I want to be serenaded under the stars. I want a storybook romance, which is so, so, so odd. I always considered myself less than averagely girly, and slightly low matinence. But now that I'm starting to understand myself a bit more...
It's not what I expected, but whatever. I can be chill with this.
Now, to go off and read romantic fanfiction :)
-sigh- :)

:) Good Day

Well, it's not really that great of a day. I mean, I'm hiding in the library, skipping my tutorial for the class in which I will officially be missing 2 assignments from in about, oh, 28 minutes.
And I'm going to be hiding for the next... 3 and a half hours. 4 total, I just have already spent a half hour checking my e-mail and other similar types.
But, it's a good day because every single day, I seem to be happier, stronger, and much more cheerful. So, today is much better than yesterday, which was better than the day before, and so forth. Tomorrow, well that will be great. Day after? Wonderful. After that? It's just going to get better and better.
I mean, there's always going to be shitty days where it rains and you get mud up your pants, and they're out of coffee at the caf, and you walk into class without any pencils, to a pop quiz. But even a day like that will be better than the dark days. Because inner happiness is something that doesn't diminish easily. It's like, there's this glowy white ball of happy buried deep in your chest. And although the outside stuff may be awful, the happy can still burn bright. And the opposite is true. If there's a dark cloud where the happy should be, even the most perfect of days, (you know the type, where your clothes are all clean and hanging up, and your bedroom is warm when you get up, and you can just smell the pancakes cooking downstairs, and your phone is blinking with a text message from the guy of your dreams, and the radio turns on, to your favorite song, and you just know that this will be an amazing day) but it's tainted, and you can't enjoy it properly.
And it's like, my stormy cloud is gone, it's been gone for a while. But only in the last little while has the happiness come back.
And it feels good. Like there's this special part of my heart that's just there to love life and myself.
I'm not sure if everyone feels this way, but it's nice for the time being :)

<3

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