Where do thoughts go?

Things I will do this year

+ Eat my bananas before they turn black

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Oh you were serious? Ok.
Wasn't that serious? Black bananas and their colour, texture and length are vital to humans survival, so vital that I can almost feel my world imploding right this second! ...
~*shakes head*...
FINE.

The SERIOUS list of things I will do this year

+ Ace my Hospitality course (which basically means don't drop out)

+ Take up martial arts

+ Make 50 monsters

+ Save up to pay for either Pathology course or EN course at TAFE next year

+ Climb onto the roof of a bus shelter and blow bubbles

+ Draw one faery every month

+ Learn how to paint faeries

+ Join a gym (unless doing martial arts)

+ Buy and wear fairy wings at random (and try not to fly away)

+ Substitute coffee for Green Tea  No. Just No

+ Start selling jewellery  + Make more jewellery  + Organise portfolio

+ Laugh more

+ Watch all episodes of Game of Thrones


Things I will do in Life

+ Go to Glastonbury for the Faery Ball

+ Have seven kids and a million pets

+ Own a business

+ Drink coffee in the rain  + Dance in the rain

+ Acquire a farm with lots of goats, sheep, cows and chickens

+ Publish something

+ Have a Wiccan wedding, but not get married

+ Lose one of my slippers like Cinderella and have some random person find it (maybe stick my contact details inside the sole? THESE SHOES ARE EXPENSIVE AND LOVELY AND THE WHOLE POINT TO LOSING A SHOE LIKE CINDERELLA IS THAT SOMEONE RETURNS IT)

+ Have a food fight with cake

+ Find out what really is at the end of the rainbow, and if there's leprechaun gold, find a leprechaun and make a deal

+ Give blood

+ Make a fort and have sex in it

Am I ready to be Queen?

There's laughter in my eyes,
and glitter on my thighs
and I think to myself
was I really that high?
And I think to myself
Is this all to my life?
Just some rush and a thrill,
an empty box for my skills,
fast-forward me in a moment
and then keep me still.
And I think to myself
does this even feel real?
Do the hours fade away?
Is it my wonder that they take?
If I scream loud enough
will they hear what I say?

...

So I was all 'where are my socks?'
and my socks were all, 'we'll just hide and present ourselves in random, crazy spots that no one would EVER PUT SOCKS, in un-matched pairs and make this awesome girl walk around looking like she climbed out of a Salvos bin.
But it's chill. Why? BECAUSE LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WASTE TIME MATCHING SOCKS.
Is it sad that I try to one-up inanimate objects?
In other news, I'm the Queen of Bread. In a perfect world I would rule over an entire Kingdom made of the vile yeasty substance, and all my court jesters would wear two slices over their nipples and a loaf around their groin, not unlike a loin cloth, and prance about trying really hard not to let the slices flap in the breeze or make crumbs on my Egyptian cotton rugs. Is this too much to ask? IS IT TOO MUCH THAT I WANT MY JESTERS TO WEAR BREAD??
I mean, what else is bread good for?
I've been trying really hard not to eat bread because I eat about three sandwiches a day with boring fillings like, vegemite, and vegemite, and maybe one with only butter, and then I might even go another vegemite. If I'm feeling rather adventurous I may have avocado, but that tends to spin my brain out and I spend the whole day recovering from the traumatic event.
Really?
Is that what you do?
Anyway,
I tried to look after a cactus once. And it died. Yes, a cactus died in my care, and maybe it's because I watered it too much, or not enough, but it turned grey and went brittle, and although I'm not a plant person, I felt my heart break a little. So I sat it with my mums cactus farm that she has housed in a massive pot outside, and those ones were all green and lush and smug-looking. But mine did not take inspiration from its potted acquaintances. It withered until all I own now is a little pot of dirt.
Cheers for that.
Maybe if I buy more plants, maybe even flowers, and tried again I would have more success. Maybe.
Until then..
Love and Sunshine!

Is this real life?

So this is what a public blog looks like. Oh. *Consults pet Dragon, and is told, 'yes, you moron, this is a blog for the public'*
My Dragon hates me. :C But he snorts smoke rings so it's ok. C:
I'm not really sure why I'm writing a blog on the internet, as if anyone needs to know what goes on in my head, or life, or anything about me at all.
~But I'm interesting!
*Rolls eyes*
Anyway, this is me:

I'm holding one of my monsters that doesn't have a name.
I like bubbles. My happiness depends on them, and I always have at least ONE bottle of bubble solution somewhere around me at all times. Is that weird? Oh well. This one time.. not at band camp (how disappointing, I hear some really good times were had there) I spilt bubble solution all over my car.
And in my room.
And outside, under the car port.
And I haven't cleaned any of them up, because a bit of bubbly goodness never hurt anyone, except me when I got it in my eyes as a child.
Ok. What else? I have a habit of pressing random keys on the keyboard and transporting my cursor to different parts of text, thus writing half of a word in a place where those letters were never meant to be. I gave them adventure, and they took it like men. Which is weird, as they're letters, not humans.
I must rethink this.
I just looked at my garden gnome for inspiration and it stared back at me without any inspiration, and I have to say, I'm rather pissed off. I RESCUED YOU FROM THE RAIN AND SHINE AND LITTLE KIDS WHO WOULD HAVE KICKED YOU OR TOSSED YOU OR HID YOU, AND DOGS THAT WOULD HAVE PEED ON YOU AND ELDERLY MEN WHO WOULD'VE TAKEN YOU HOME THINKING YOU WERE THEIR WIFE BECAUSE THEY HADN'T BEEN WEARING ANY GLASSES BECAUSE THEY WERE LATE TO THE DENTIST AND HAD TO CATCH THE LATE BUS AND WERE CONSEQUENTLY THINKING ABOUT SITTING UP FRONT WITH THE DRIVER WHO TALKS NONSENSE AND IRRITATES THEIR HEARING AID SO THEY HADN'T REALISED THAT THEIR WIFE WAS ACTAULLY DOWN AT THE SHOPS BUYING CONDOMS AND BANANAS.
~Good for nothing gnomes.
I like sparkly things, writing stories, art, coffee, and I had a marvellous day at work today, thank you for asking.
The rest is all unimportant, and you should be lucky that I gave you only the good points about myself, the points worth noting, because everything is redundant after a while, really, and the only things that matter are the little things that define a person. I have been defined.
~As what? Sparkly? Neurotic? Someone who talks to gnomes and may or may not have put a true photo of herself up here?
We're all a little bit insane. I'll let you figure out the rest.
Cheerio until the next time I decide to let the faeries write for me..
^_^