What's a girl to do?

Greetings!

I'm back with another blog, and  have decided on a very important matter.

While watching Bridget Jones's diary, I found myself having an revelation. I realised I myself am very similar to miss Jones, and should try my hand at talking about my own problems and bad habits in a teenagers version of a diary- a blog :D

So. Lets go shall we?

First week of year 12 over and done with. Started out as normal- Me awaking at 6.30 am only to continually press the snooze button until 7 am trying to delay the inevitable moment of waking up. Even when sleeping I'm procrastinating...

I catch public transport to and from school, a burden bestowed upon me from some horrible deed I committed in a past life I'm sure. I liken riding the bus to the experience of being trapped inside of a schizophrenic persons mind. You get on and are instantly presented with 30 different people all with their own story that they will,eventually, tell you while they've got you boxed in and trapped up against the window side of the seat. I've sat next to all walks of life, stoners who think they need to point out the wonderful patterns in the bus seats, alcoholics who secretly sip beer out of what they think is a cleverly disguised beer bottle in a brown paper bag, and a particularly large woman who always smells like urine and likes to lean over you and look at what songs your listening to on your ipod or what your writing in your text message:

"hey man, there appears to be a rather large woman who smells like a urinal leaning over me reading what I'm texting, thinking she's being so James Bond in her sneaky ways. Hello! I can see you!! :D"

And then there's him. The gorgeous, mysterious and funny Marcus. The boy I've thought was quite a nice bit of crumpet since my first day at my new school this year. With his long, brown,shoulder length hair, heavy set brow, dark eyes, pierced ears and exceptional talents on the bass, he gives off the illusion of an incredibly good looking rock'n'roll pirate. I spend most of my time sitting on the bus listening to soppy love songs and peeking at him from the corner of my eye trying to make that critical eye contact, only to shyly look away. :)

I doubt he spends his time doing the same to me. Though I find it hard to believe that no one notices me sitting there positively blinding people with the sun reflecting off my marble white skin :D

First period of the day- religion. Great. Back to reality. Back to a catholic school where religion is compulsory and no one gives a hoot. I get it already. God is great, and we're all in a massive debt to his inextricable love. Now,if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do then worry about what never actually happened 2000 odd years ago when Jesus roamed the earth.

Like that fact that I'm in year 12 now and will actually have to put in a 100% in everything I do, and will more then likely drive myself insane with the amount of art works,sewing and performances I'll have to in order to finish school..... and that fact that I look like a vampire and should be found dwelling in dark corners of brick castles sipping blood out of an extra large cup,cursing farmers for continuing to grow onions and being deathly afraid of getting large splinters driven into my chest.

I dont even need a costume for Halloween. And I always win best dressed :D.

*current annoyance of the week*- Chain emails about love. Who ever sends them should really be shot because they only ever make the people in relationships feel better, while the rest of us are left feeling alone and sad, wondering "when is it my turn?". Thats the big question on my lips at the present moment. When is it my turn to have a guy scoping me out and observing me from across the room in english like I do to Marcus? Because really, unless your willing to dye your hair a horrible platinum blonde,fake tan yourself to a complexion close to that of a pumpkin and flit around in the tiniest skirt known to man( and trust me, man would know how tiny the tiniest skirt is) then there's little or no chance of being seen. Especially if your idea of a good time is antiquing and op-shopping instead of spending hours in a tiny bikini and oversized glasses down on the beach checking out the surfies catching some gnarly waves. Chances are if I stepped onto the beach in a bikini they'd give Ghostbusters a call warning of a rogue ghost terrorizing beach goers with indecent exposer. Probably the wrong way to gain attention and attract guys.

At the end of the day though, I'll be happy in snagging a guy more in my radar.. a skater/emo-ish/band guy with longish dark hair and a rad sense of humor that doesn't revolve around using swear words and bad impressions of psycho ex-girlfriends.

So,this year I am putting myself on a quest to find love. This could be a potentially disastrous and epically hilarious quest. 

I'm going to need an up-beat song to be my theme song throughout this....I'm going with Taper Jean Girl by Kings Of Leon.

Excellent. 

With that, I'll leave you with a few lines of my life's theme song- Pork and Beans by Weezer:

"I'mma do the things
That I wanna do
I ain't got a thing
To prove to you
I'll eat my candy
With the pork and beans
Excuse my manners
If I make a scene
I ain't gonna wear
The clothes that you like
I'm finally dandy
With the me inside
One look in the mirror
And I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot
About what you think"

OH! And A big shout out to Steve my Tennessee mate!

Also, I found out that Chuck Norris is actually just a middle aged pasty man with with ranga hair and a beard to match....

Later Chaps!

Brookus