Still no time for anything fun...

So, I am still very busy to write a good, interesting, funny blog. But I feel bad for not posting. So, before I posted a picture of an orange. I felt that you might have been getting slightly bored of staring at the orange, even though it looked like a really tasty orange! I figured you might have wanted a new picture to stare at before I post a new blog, so here we go... A picture of a sweltering, hot, 'orange' sun!!!

Enjoy!

No time for anything fun...

I currently have exams and therefore haven't found the time to publish any recent blogs, which really sucks! But the good news is that I am building up a whole library of ideas for new blogs which will be coming out as soon as my exams decide to leave me alone! So, check back soon to see if I have found the time to do something fun like write a new blog post!

In the meantime, enjoy this picture of an orange... (I like it!)

I was going to upload a sneak preview of a picture from a soon-to-come blog, but then decided that the orange was good enough :)

Enjoy the orange!

Picture of a public toilet!

So, I drew a picture of a public toilet which I really like. I really think it captures the essence of a public toilet (that you don't want to use). But I couldn't think of a story to go with it, so I just decided to post the picture... So, here it is:

I think that looks like a really gross public toilet. And then when I thought of using a public toilet like that... my face was all:

So, there it is. My pretty amazing picture of a public toilet...

That is all. 

Gym... it's a crazy place.

The other day, I went to the gym like I normally do and while I was working out I was looking at other who decided to workout too. Like most other girls, I would change too many things about the way I look; but as I was looking around the gym, I noticed that I wasn't the only one glancing around...

I guess we are all the same...

I disagree! (Being compared to a toddler!?)

The other day, my friends compared me to a toddler!

As a 19-year-old, this didn't make me feel great... I wasn't sure what they meant anyway. Do I communicate like a toddler? Do I look like a toddler? What characteristics could I possibly carry that would be similar to a toddler? I just don't get it. This statement which they made, filled me with dread and anxiety. What was I 'putting out there' that would make them say such a thing? I disagreed to what they said... and still do, in fact, I object!

So, I started thinking about what they said and then began to compare myself to a stereotypical toddler, perhaps I could see some similarities which would make me understand why they would say this.

I started thinking about toddlers:

I just don't see it! 

I do not look like that! So... I can rule out looking like a toddler! (That's kind of a relief!) 

I don't do toddler-like stuff, like draw badly. So, that can't be it! 

And I certainly don't throw tantrums like a toddler. So far... I can't see any similarities between myself and a stereotypical toddler. So, I obviously have to change my point of view and look for traits in me, which you might associate with that of a toddler...

I am happy most of the time. And, I also like to dance and sing and joke and laugh and jump about... but, that's normal, isn't it?

I do ask a lot of questions, which one might associate with a toddler but I don't ask 'WHY?'... I like to think of myself as a 'Curious Genius'. And ask questions which stimulate the brain, not 'WHY?', so again... I wouldn't associate this with any trait that a toddler might carry. 

And, with me... there is also no middle ground:

OR

But again, I still don't see why they would say such a thing?! 

The Awkward Moment When... (Part 2)

This is a continuation from the last 'Awkward Moment' post and I decided to make another one, because awkward things keep happening to me and I feel that I can't live it down until I share them and face my fears of awkward things!

They just don't stop happening.... and they never will, and I feel that other people share the same pain so all we can do is laugh about the horrendous things that make us want to die and then they will get all better?

The thing about awkward things is that in the moment you feel like you would rather turn into a ball of fire because even that would be more comfortable than the awkward thing you are enduring so I'm going to share a few more awkward things that happened which I would quite happily jump into a hungry crocodile-infested river than endure again.

1) The awkward moment when everyone around you is being more quiet than a non-existent mouse, and your stomach decides to make rumble noises... even if you just ate and you aren't even remotely hungry!

2) The awkward moment when you are sitting on an deserted bus (by that I mean the only one on except the driver) and then someone else climbs on (who you don't know! They are a stranger)... and their seat of choice is the one right next to you... like WHY?!?!? 

3) The awkward moment when you are riding your chair like a boss, but it tips 1cm more than you think it will and your whole life flashes before your eyes because you think you are going to fall and die, when all of a sudden... it is upright again and you are thinking: "What just happened?"

4) The awkward moment when you are sleeping so peacefully in your bed when all of a sudden you jerk and think you are falling off a cliff and you are just about to die, when you open your eyes and you are still safely in your bed but that body motion was all too realistic and your heart is pounding like an over-energized drummer boy.

5) The awkward moment when you are at the dentist and he is trying to keep conversation with you while your mouth is filled with his hands and equipment so anything you say comes out a slobbery mess. "So... How was your day" and you reply: "jbhf ksnksbh njifif"... 

Those are more awkward moments that happen to everybody... Well, I hope most people otherwise I should probably examine my mental health for me being a magnet of overly-awkward situations. 

How Nursery Rhymes Ruined my Life!

When I was little, I learnt nursery rhymes like any other kid. I would sing them along with my classmates and it was all funny... until I started thinking about them!

Each nursery rhyme left me with a psychological scar which I haven't been able to out-live, until now. I will explain what each scar was and which nursery rhyme gave it to me. It is quite terrible, I don't know why I decided to think about it, or why other children don't go through this, but I was not having any of this 'Nursery Rhymes?' or should I say 'Death Poems!'

So, the first one I learnt was 'Humpty Dumpty':

Haha, he falls off a wall and is never the same again... so funny. I think this teaches us one lesson... don't climb on walls! You will fall and the king's men won't be able to put you back again! From this, I would never climb up a wall again.... ever! Just in case I, well you know, fell like my friend Humpty.

The next nursery rhyme that ruined my life, is 'Itsy Bitsy Spider':

This spider was just going about his day and then the rain came and washed the spider out! He could only climb up again when the Sun came out... I'm surprised he didn't die, the way he got washed out! After that I was never able to go out when it was raining, just in case I got washed out. It was quite traumatic and made me extremely conscious  about checking the weather report before I stepped my foot out the door, you can understand why this would ruin a kid's life!

The next nursery rhyme I learned was 'Little Miss Muffet'. This seems like a nice one as you going through it, but then the end comes:

The end comes when the spider comes, but Miss Muffet runs away! I wasn't scared of spiders until I heard this nursery rhyme. Why did she run away? Was it a killer spider? A gigantic spider? Did the spider say something nasty to her? Well... I don't know so after that I didn't want to take a chance with spiders, so after that every time I saw a spider, I ran away just like 'Miss Muffet'. 

The last nursery rhyme I learnt was 'Jack and Jill'. Again, at first this seemed like a nice one... until the end:

Was I going to break my crown if I climbed up a hill? Was I going to tumble down? What would happen? I didn't know... and was not going to just go playing on a hill after that! So, I would just stand at the bottom of the hill, while my friends were rolling down it, or sitting on it, or purely just going up to fetch a pail of water. 

So after learning all of these, you can understand why each rhyme negatively affected my childhood. When I was surrounded my each of these life-threatening things, in these environments, I wasn't care free like everyone else. I was like a warrior of the rhyme, battling against each enemy (hill, spider etc) in an attempt not to die! 

So, now you can understand why it wasn't good for me to learn these 'light-hearted' rhymes  death poems and that they ruined my life! 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' is a real nursery rhyme! 

I'm so tired... ALL THE TIME!

Every single day I am sleepy, I get up in the morning with my bed calling (sometimes shouting) to get back in it, however due to having a life I unfortunately can't sleep all day. Even though that is my life goal. But, seriously I cannot function in the day, and I didn't know why. So... I started investigation and thinking about my day, this is what I recorded:

So... I get up in the morning:

Then, I go to class like a good student:

I am so tired in class and generally through the day, I could fall asleep anywhere... even in like a watermelon farm or a bear-infested shark tank or like seriously... anywhere!

And then the night time comes:

Next Morning:

So, that is how my day goes and after analyzing, scrutinizing and evaluating... I honestly can't think of why I am so tired!

Internet Meltdown... Survival of the Sanest!

We all love the internet, most of us use it everyday and can't go a day without checking our emails or social-networking sites or the daily news. We can't remember life without the internet and don't want to because our bodies are so tuned up to automatically: 'Check Emails... click click... go to news... click click... look at pictures of cats... click' It is part of a routine or ritual, just like our morning coffee. But there are times, like any other, when technology fails us and we go a bit shaky and slightly faint, because we don't know how to spend our time if the internet is not at our disposal. I experienced this quite dramatically a few days ago and am not proud to say that I caved to the pressure... I should not be left alone with technology or rather without technology because like Dusty Springfield said: 'I just don't know what to do with myself...'.

It all began on a cold, rainy morning. I was happily going about my daily routine not minding anyone's business... Click here, click there... When all of a sudden...

I LOSE INTERNET CONNECTION! How could this happen to me? I am a good citizen! I always pay my bills and I always brush my teeth! What could motivate the internet to torture me in such a way? How am I going to spend my life now?

So before I come to terms with accepting my internet-withdrawal fate... I click refresh, you know a couple... to a million times. 

After this doesn't work, I sit and wait... maybe there was just a glitch in the network, "I'm sure in a couple of seconds it will be fine". So, I wait...

and Wait...

and (you guessed it)... Wait... 

I know, I can't stand for this any longer so I try to solve the matter and try to be productive, I mean... how hard can finding connection be?

Apparently, VERY!!!!!!! 

I then look around and see a perfectly good mirror, so I start crying into it... because my life is pretty much over without the internet to help me through it...

Then I remember, I have neighbors with a perfectly good internet connection, so of course I'm going to try and use their wireless router for my own personal benefit and 'get out of jail free card' in my personal circle of hell...

But, that didn't work and it seems like every good thing in my life is non-existent.

Maybe, if I use the bathroom it will take up enough time for my internet to get itself together and welcome me in for virtual coffee when I get back? 

Erm... NO! What was I thinking? Why would it work? After all, it has pretty much kidnapped my life... why would it work in my favor now? 

At this point, I have a lot of pent up anger, so I spill all my feelings out in an expressive way... by creating a delicate piece of painting. 

It really was therapeutic and I hadn't even realized that the internet was back on after all the artistic madness... 

I was free to roam and life as I knew it was back to normal... (Wow... it feels good to be back!)

Wow... that was the longest 3 minutes and 45 seconds of my life!