the optimistic pessimist

Life:Is when the bell rings for the end of break and ur still in the tuckshop line.

Is when u finally fall in love and then get dumped.

Is when the shoes u just bought go on sale a day later.

Is when ur tea gets cold.

Is when it rains on your one day off.

Is when a bird poos on ur shoulder.

Is when u studied ur ass off, for the wrong exam.

Is bills and tax and interest that always needs to be paid.

Is losing ur closest friends, and feeling alone.

Is needing to fart when ur stuck in a room full of people.

Is when u get hurt by the people u loved most.

Is when u grow old.

BUT

Life is also:

The smell after it rains and everythings fresh.

The first time u say "I love u" and mean it...

Is finding money u forgot about in ur jeans pocket

getting something cheaper coz they messed up on the till.

A warm bed on a cold morning, knowing u can sleep for 10 more minutes...

Knowing that ul always have more people to meet.

Is that song u have to dance too.

Is that movie u have to cry in.

Is that photo u secretly wish never found its way onto facebook.

U can't stress about yesterday, u can't predict tomoro.&&this is ur last chance at today.

life. Live it.<33

cyanide and happiness <3

mornings

They are the bane of my existance.
Who was the loser that decided "hey,lets all wake up at the crack of dawn,so that we can enjoy traffic and stress!!"
This morning my 2 year old sister came into my room. She's just started potty training and thought she'd update me on her progress, by actually bringing her potty to show me.
Talk about waking up and smelling the sh*t......
Mornings. They are of no substantial importance to anyone, and should be abolished.
Merde.

hello and welcome to my blog.

there are somethings any weary blog reader needs to know about me before reading my notes and making any form of harsh critism:

i cant sleep.

and no, im not one of those creative insomniacs, you know, the ones who sit up til the wee hours of the night creating million dollar designs or running countries and creating quotes (Winston Churchill was a well-known insomniac.)

i lie in bed awake, simply wishing to be asleep. i love sleeping. i remember once i slept an entire week through (of course, i exhaggerate, i was quite bombed on painkillers when awake though, just having had my wisdom teeth out)but as of late, my mind is on overdrive and i just cant seem to catch the express service to lala land.

i like to ramble on.

i can honestly take any topic and create an essay about it. you know how in high school everyone moaned when the english teacher set the world limit to min 1000? i wasnt one of those kids. i always had to cut down because i was over the limit.

my grammar and spelling leave alot to be desired.

im not here to be graded, im here to rant, so if your one of those people who cant help but correct mispellings and so on, bugger off. i dont care.

i am highly opinionated.

somethings i say without any cruel intentions tend to upset people anyway, thats not the point. please try to read with an open mind and a creative attitude. i believe what i want to and thats not going to change, unless substantial evidence proves what i believe is wrong.

oh also, nothing i have written here has been pinched from anywhere else, and id appreciate it that you dont pinch any of my junk either (could you be so desperate?, i wonder)i take some of the pictures, the rest are uploaded off photobucket or deviantart.

death to subtlety

isnt it annoying that whilst trying to stay in touch with friends via social networks these days, we are bombarded with personal (and often private) information with regards to almost anything?

i read an article in a magazine today saying that "undersharing" can be harmful to your health. they say its good to share even your most intimate and embarresing stories, and sure, while it is fun to reminisc on things like bad hookups and horrible moments with friends, im certain somethings are just better left unmentioned.

but where do we draw the line? with a click of the mouse you can find out just about every gory detail of just about anyone (regardless of if you have ever met this person in real life or if they are only part of some twisted fantasy)facebook alone allows you to see photos, track events and even get the address of anyone on your friend list. stalker much?

you cant log on without reading a sexual or incredibly personal status- sometimes from the people you would least expect, a conservative christian girl i schooled with, once posted "i feel bad about cheating on my boyfriend, but after that many tequilas who wouldnt??!!!"
perhaps after one too many drinks when u decide the world needs to know your views, or after you get hurt by someone dear to you, it seems okay to post a status about it. problem is once the heat of the moment has cooled down, and you realise what youv done, its too late. and a lot of people are left hurt.even if u had no intention of it, words are always misread -and its how rumours start.

social networking may be the way forward, and while its fine to divulge a little more than granny and her friends do, perhaps we should take a little more consideration into good old fashioned manners and discrepency?