Randomosity With Buttons And Cheese

So my life seems to be full of complete and utter oddness (and I’m not just talking about Kimi and Frazzle =P)

For starters there are the ninjas who are against us, but to be honest that’s nothing much… they’ll get over it.

Then there’s those little things called exams that are causing me lots of stressosity, which is a very bad thing indeed. I will be so pleased when I don’t have to revise my long stripy socks off. I’m so fed up of french – why do I even need to be able to say what my house is like? I’m hardly likely to go to France just to dazzle the Frenchies with my amazing French vocab, now am I?

Theen there’s the fact that this sofa now smells like Frazzle. Hm. (If you’re reading this, that isn’t a bad thing Frazz, you smell very nice =P)

I wish I could think of more oddness, but I really can’t. Maybe that’s because everything seems normal to me, when really it’s the complete opposite? But then, who’s to say what’s normal and what isn’t? Is there the Queen of oddness and a Queen of normality? (yes queen, not king. I’ve taken a page out of the Spice Girls’ book – GIRL POWER!!)

So this blog has no point, just like the majority of shizz in my life =)

OXO

Luff Wiikkii

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No prizes if you guess what this blog is going to be about.

Now, I’m one of those people who don’t have oodles and oodles of friends; instead, I have a small group of really close friends. That to me, is far better than having lots of friends who you’re not that close to, because with the small group of friends, you can share so many things with.

I’m really thankful for my friends; I couldn’t have asked for them to be any better (well, maybe for Frazz to be smaller…). They are the text book definition of Best Friends.

They’re the sort of friends who you can rely on; the sort of friends who will do anything for you; the sort of friends who will go along with whatever the hell you’re burbling on about, even if they’re actually thinking “Oh Dear God, what a freak” (and I know for sure that that’s running through their minds a lot with me). They’re the sort of friends who have the same sense of humour as me, and so we can share jokes and funnies together, even if no one else understands us (that just makes it funnier).

I know that in years to come, I’ll still look back on these days. For example, when I see a block of cheese, I’ll immediately think of Valerie and then think of Frazz. When I hear the name Charles, I automatically think of the Charles, and then think of Kimi. It just happens like that.

I don’t really know what the point of this blog was (Do blogs ever have points?) , I guess I was just feeling in one of those “I-really-love-my-best-friends” moods.

Luff Wiikkii

(Go Team) OXO

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My theme for today’s blog is gaynosity.

Personally, I quite like gay men – they seem fun [well they are fun, I'm marrying one of the funnest ones =P] and sensitive and easy to talk to. The only thing is if you fall for them, cause they’re gay nothing could happen with them and that’s their only downfall. (I apologise if this doesn’t make much sense, because I’m half watching the BAFTAs and half writing this… I know I’m a girl and I can multi task and all that stuffle, but not right now, okay?!)

So anyhoo, I don’t get why people things against gay men. They’re not doing anything to hurt or offend anyone, so why do people hate them? Because it’s immoral? Because God didn’t want men to like other men? They’re crap reasons. People have free will (within reason of course) so why can’t men want to be with other men?! I just don’t understand.

And why do people automatically judge guys and say they’re gay?! (okay, I admit I have done this before, but I don’t mean it in a bad way – I love gay guys!) Just because someone acts hyper, or camp, does not make them gay. (Any guesses for who I’m talking about?)

It’s just wrong.

Another thing is how people use gay as an insult. “Oh My God that’s so gay”, what does that even mean?!

Pfft.

A way that I show my love for gay men, is by having gay male celebrity consciences – Alan Carr and newly adopted John Barrowman. I love them as if they were my own =) Obviously, they both love Gok Wan, Dale Winton, Julian Clary, and Graham Norton. They all rock my socks =P

I’m signing off

[wow, first time I've ever said that =P]

Love Wiikkii

OXO ninjas =P

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After reading all the shizz on Charles’ blog, I decided to do the Myers’Briggs Personality test to see what it came out with for moi.

These are the results:

Your personality type is INFJ.

I – Introverted. This means I have “quiet energy”, prefer to think before I speak/act and like to be behind the s cenes.

N- (ninja. ha) Intuative. This means I admire creative things, notice anything new or different, and like to think about the future.

F- Feeling. This means I take things too personally (heh), am quick to compliment others, and avoid arguments and conflicts (hmm).

J- Judging. This means I am serious and conventional (HA), want things decided, and prefer to work first play later.

Possible Career Paths for the INFJ:

• Clergy / Religious Work (nooo)
• Teachers (nooo)
• Medical Doctors / Dentists (ick noo)
• Alternative Health Care Practitioners, i.e. Chiropractor, Reflexologist (nuh uh!)
• Psychologists (maybeee)
• Psychiatrists (mayybee)
• Counselors and Social Workers (hmm)
• Musicians and Artists (Yeessh!)
• Photographers (Yeesh!!)
• Child Care / Early Childhood Development (hell no) 

Apparently I’m a natural leader. Weird.

Well that was fun =P

OXO

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The first thing that came into my mind when I read this word was George’s dangly bit (not that that is always in my mind…)

Of course you all know what I mean (considering there are two of you reading this and you both know the story behind it) so I don’t really have to explain.

6 inches (correct me if I’m wrong- this isn’t really a detail I hold in my mind)

What I don’t get, is why guys feel the need to measure themselves. Who cares how big/small they are? Personally, I don’t think that size determines how manly a man is. Other things determine that; such as how brave they are, how sensitve they are, how open to their feelings they are, etc etc. Size come last in my list. Anyhoo, you can get enlargers for them, so you can fake the size. Heh, lovely thought there.

Russell Brand was once sent an advert for a penis enlarger (lookie there, I finally said the word!). There’s a man who doesn’t need any help in seeming more masculine. After his “history” and “experience”, there is no question of his manlyness. Although, I suppose you could look at it the other way, and say that all his sexual relations are his way of trying to cover up something…

My sister once had a friend who was gay, but he had quite a few girlfriends before he came out – to try and cover it up. I used to love him; we planned on marriage together, and even the names of our children. yyes – he was 14 years older than me, and it was slightly wrong. AND he was gay. Amazing. No wonder I have such a warped mind.

I’m off.

Toodles

OXO

I was signing into xanga with my username Sleepy_Gremlin and I started thinking about the first time I came up with it. It was because I was really tired, so I typed in Sleepy, and then I just randomly typed Gremlin. I don’t know what came over me, but I’m so glad it (I blame the gremlins in my head) did, because now I am Sleepy_Gremlin… Gremleena…Super-Gremlin-On-A-Rainbow, and I love them! My mum even calls me Gremlin sometimes.

So that was a first. Not my first name on xanga (that was something crappy) but my first mention of Gremlin.

If I remembered all of my firsts, I’d be here forever; you can turn anything into a first – this time  right now is the first time I am writing a wordpress blog, while talking to Kimi, and watching a TV programme about Over Protective Parents… but that would just be silly =P

Moving on to lasts, there’s a last that’s constantly on my mind. This last is messing with me, making me feel weird and edgy. This last, is the last day of school.

The last day with the people who mean the most to me.

The last day of when I’m still a “child” ;

The last day before I turn into an “adult”;

The last day before I enter into the big, wide, world.

The last day I feel secure in my life.

The last day I’m with people and not alone.

The last day before I have to start making new friends.

The last day before I have to act myself to make people like me;

The last day before I have to worry about what people are thinking about me.

Just The Last Day.

May 22nd

[I think]

Is the last day I’m at school.

The days before then when I don’t have to go in for lessons, I’ll go in for lunches and after school to walk back with Frazz.

I’ll be there for as long as I can, because I don’t want to let go of them. I want to go to  college;  I can’t wait, but I want to take everyone with me! I can’t do it alone. Well, I know I can, but I don’t want to.

I think I’ll explain something to Kimi right now.

I was being kinda offish and weird today, because I’m scared. We normally spend our lunches together, which i love SO much because I love being with you… it’s just that, when I’m gone, you won’t have me. I won’t have you, but I’ll try and be okay- I want to make sure you’ll be okay. I want to know that when I’m not there, you’ll have to people to be with; I mean, of course you’ll have Frazer and Daw, but they don’t spend that much time with us at lunch… what if they leave you when I’m not there?

I saw you walking to lesson today, and you were alone. I don’t want that.

I’m gonna have to stop writing, cause I’m nearly crying.

Write more later.

I love you [you too Frazz]

xoxox

For some strange reason, while writing out my French Speaking Essay thingy, I started thinking about relationships.

I think it was because I was listening to Panic! and the guitar solo got to me. I love the sound of guitars; if someone played something amazing to me on guitar, I would fall in love with them then and there.

That being said, able to play guitar is not one of my qualities for Perfect Guy. So even though I may fall for them simply by their talents, it wouldn’t last for very long. That’s maybe why relationships don’t last – you’re constantly looking out for your perfect person (unless you’ve found them) and so when you find someone who has at least one of the qualities, you jump on them (ignore blantly obvious innuendo). You want to see if they have any more qualities hidden deep within them (if innuendo is found there, ignore that. For once in my life I don’t mean any of the innuendos that’s I’m coming out of) and so you try to work it out with them… thinking that you’ll last forever. As my title suggest, the forever that people think of, doesn’t tend to be very long (in some cases it is, and for those couples I’m happy for them for finding happiness…) and so you then move on to finding another partner with other qualities.

Even if you’re not meaning to, you are. You don’t just fall for any random person, there’s always some logic behind it.

That’s why marriage is generally not worthwhile. Unless you have actually found your perfect match, there’s a very high chance you’ll divorce. Why put yourself through all that hassle?

But I guess this blog raises another question: Is There Such A Thing As Perfect?

Sometimes I think there is, sometimes I don’t think there is. People have different ideas of this, and I’m not even sure of my own, so maybe that shows that I don’t  think there is. People who I thought were perfect turned out not to be, and people who I thought were far from perfect, are verging on perfect.

Who knows?

[The Big Daddy In The Sky might]

Toodles,

Loves

xoxox

Recently (in the past month or two) I’ve been thinking about what I’d do if I had a huge argument with my family. I mean a massive argument; one that ended in floods of tears from all corners of the family. I’d run away. It’s a weird thought; when I was younger, I would never have planned running away.

Now though, I know details about what I would do. They scare me.

I know which bag I’d use – my big black one. I can fit loads in there, it rocks.

I’d take my credity card thing and get out all the money… and get a train ticket to Easingwold. I wouldn’t go closer to home, because that’s where they’d look for me.

When I got there, I’d look up where she lived, and go and see her. I wouldn’t ask to stay the night; I’d sleep out somewhere [I think I'd cope...] or I’d spend the night in a B&B/Hostel type place. Depending on how bad the argument had been, I’d return home after a day or two.

I’d ring Frazer to tell him that I was safe and that no one should worry about me [if this is infact the case]. I wouldn’t ring Kimi, because I think that she would be more worried than Frazz would be, and that’s purely the reason.

I don’t know where the thought came from, I haven’t fallen out with my family or anything recently. I really don’t know what goes on in my head sometimes. I think there are small gremlins creating random thoughts in a little factory in my mind. I blame them.

Just felt like getting that out of my system.

Toodles

xoxox

It’s taken me about an hour to get to this page. After being able to get onto other websites, I decided that my laptop (who I call Charles, after my gay husband in America) must hate wordpress. Of course, this must be a stupid idea; computers don’t have feelings, but what if they did? They’d decide what sites they wanted you to look at, which sites they hated, what type of music they’d allow onto your music programmes, and most importantly- they’d decide when they wanted to work.

Computers in general are tempremental (golly gosh, I really can’t spell) so there must be a reason behind it all. The old turn it off and back on again seems to work most of the time; where is the logic behind that? What happens the second time, that’s different to the first time of turning the computer on?

NOTHING!

And that, in my messed up mind, is proof enough that computers are living, in some way or another, and that makes them able to mess up whenever they feel like it.

Same goes with iPods.

My iPod (who I call Tobie, after… well nobody) always seems to know how I’m feeling, and will play songs that relate to thoughts flying round inside my brainbox. There’s no logic behind that, unless iPods are living creatures too. I’d like the next song that my iPod plays to be some sort of sign that I am indeed right about all this… wait for it… “Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night” by  The Fratellis. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…

I guess my idea about iPods is a tad flawed.

Ah well.

Toodles

xoxox