where crazy is never crazy.

writer´s block: but enough about you
If it were possible to clone a same-age version of yourself, do you think the two of you would be friends? Do you think you'd enjoy each other's company or find the similar point of view boring?

it´s difficult to say. im a very confusing person.

i think it´d be fun to discuss our point of view and go, `YEAH, i TOTALLY agree with you there!´, but after a while it would probably get boring. or just straight off `oh.. no debate?´ because my opinion is often very different.

but all in all, a clone would be pretty cool.

i´ve just realized something.
im in love. and it SUCKS.

happy easter.. *not*

what´s that disgusting smell stalking me?

turns out, Easter was as crappy as Christmas. i mean, on Christmas we did NOTHING. i just used my mactop and my mom/cousin/friend just watched telly. we didn´t even eat on the weird board-table.

..well, okay, it´s not quite that bad, but almost. my SHTOOPID FUCKERS of annoying bitchy slutty perverted cousins want to do a horror movie on my mactop, and then they´re too fucking TIRED TO DO SO. SO, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? I SET THE WHOLE FUCKING THING UP AND YOU DON´T WANA DO IT. GRRRR.

STUPID -- UNCHOICE MAKERS -- OF -- COUSINS´. i´m not even sure we´re related, because half the time i wanna strangle them to unconciousness. and watch them sob for mercy. xD

anyway, one of them is scampering to read wa´ i wrote, though they don´t understand SHIT in english. haaah! now i win, dipsticks!!!!

oh ye, and one of them got turned on last night. O.O pervssss.

ps: i got a Polly easter egg, and a big giant Kinder Egg easter egg. YUMMM.

pps: gone to finish mrs. PollyEasterEgg. ^^

writer´s block: welcome to the mobile decade
The eighties were known as the Me decade. The nineties have been called the Electronic age. So far, what would you label this decade?

i would call this the Sucky decade. because we have so many bloody changes we don´t choose, natural disasters, heavy bullying, too much raping/kidnapping, and.. lots of stuff.

but we could also be called the.. Decade of Pollution. i have a problem with fucking pollutors.

yeaah. nothing GOOD. xD

and i flatter myself here.

okay. so if anyone was -- and here i flatter myself here -- wondering why i didnt post yesterday, its because i was `without net´. translation: my annoying 20yearold cousin was using it the WHOLE day.

which leads me to Easter. how, you ask -- if anyone is even reading -- ? because in Easter, we´re spending it with our family, since we missed Christmas with them. and New Years Eve. and.. well, you get it. yes, exactly. so, my mac is put to NO FCKING USE. FOR GOD´S SAKE D< GRR.

anyway. my annoying uncle just annoyed me. that makes sense. :3

SOOO.. my whole family -- or whats left of it, that is -- is grouping up to the Big Cream Yellow House.

that was supposed to be the Big Eggshell White House; the (Big) White House. in the USA.

so, ima go now. my perverted cousin is getting bitten by the dog called Nandinha; good doggie. she has a sleek black coat of furr and adorable irresistable deep chocolate brown glassy eyes. she´s also sitting right behind me.


writer´s block: take me to your leader
If an alien ship were to land in your backyard and choose you as the earthly representative of humanity, what would you tell them about our world? Would you consider going back with them for a visit?

god, i would so leave Earth to go to their world! but i´d have to take my mac/mobile with me -- not to mention my mom. and her mob which we will take many cheesey tourist pictures on ._.

i would tell them about.. hitler, if they didn´t have school, school, shooting stars, and our food.

stupid stuff they don´t need to know about buuut.. thats just me (:

writer´s block: my favorite T
Do certain items of clothing remind you of people or events from your past? If so, what garment reminds you of a particularly happy memory?

hmmm.. i think my faded powder blue Disney knickers remind me of when i lived in Amsterdam.

i remember reading the Tuesday correct, and being so proud of myself.

oh, chucks. some pedophile´s gonna read this and masturbate. FUCK you.


i talk way too fracking much. i should set a limit to these entries.

ps: my specialty is putting on faded gray left-side shoes on the right foot. :3

pps: fxck. it’s still aprils fools day & i havent fooled anyone.

ppps: do you like chocolate?

pppps: i mean, i like chocolate. but maybe the easter egg yesturday was a bit too much..

ppppps: doncha think? ^^

pppppps: i have NO life. have you realised? o.o

ppppppps: but just ‘cus i have no life doesnt mean i dont rock.

pppppppps: cus i so DO.

ppppppppps: probably. definetely. maybe

pppppppppps: BYE! seeyaaaa. ;x

ppppppppppps: no, seriously now. BYE.

writer’s block: categorically speaking ...
If the interior discussion in your head were indexed by category, what would the five most recurring subjects be?

definetely love/boys [same category], my laptop, schoolwork/stories/writing, celebrities, and friends/family. :]

i think A LOT. seriously. way too much. you have no idea.. o.e

writer’s block: brush with stardom
Have you ever stumbled across a celebrity in your daily life? Was it more or less exciting than you would have expected? Do you have any interest in meeting media stars?

it was about 2 years ago, but i was going into the building of my flat, and i came across Heidi off the Sugababes!

this man was holding open the door for her and her sister, and i was thinking, OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, my eyes were are large as saucers, and i couldn’t even breathe. they didn’t see me, but i was like, AAAAAAAAHH! i’m a MASSIVE fan. they’ve signed me a book all about them, though im not sure they knew that i was the girl called agnes :b. they are AWESOME.


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