1. I love myself, i am so self absorbed
   
2. i don't even hate myself at all
3. I LOVE ME
4. i don't know how to count
   

now that i got that out of my system.

anyways i've been thinking. like realllyyyy thinking. and between talking to my left shoulder and my right shoulder, choking myself and screaming at apparently .. myself. i have come to the conclusion that yes. YES! I WILL TAKE ON THE BIG QUESTION.

Q. How the fuck do you remove leg hair?

It's crazy. I mean, i know how to do it (i am not beyond help), but there's like wun million ways to do it. and then theres always those heated debates about how some of them make your hair grow like the amazon and shit like that. who needs that? so im going to take on 'the question' and deliver my verdict. because all we want is the truth. omg i sound soo cooooooooollllll. ok tyvm. the ways:

1. Shaving
   The obvious. Its easy peasy japaneasy, even a tree frog could do it. but you have to do it on a regular basis because its like giving your hair a snip, it all comes back to greet you the next day or so. and it doesnt make your hair grow back thicker, thats ridiculous. you're cutting a piece of hair and then your saying that when it grows longer it suddenly puts on weight. no, no nononoooononono.
   
   
2. Waxing
   RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP, and yes i notice the red marks afterwards- it makes skin look raw- like sashimi. mmmm sashimi. Apparently ingrowns are a problemo and its painful. I don't know, i'll have to give it a go. I CANT WAIT (sarcastic)
   
   
3. Epilating
   its the one with like little tweezers rotating on a wheel and you just kinda roll it up and down and it plucks out your hair. its crazy. but effective.
   MYTH BUSTED: it doesnt hurt. but it makes a heck of a scary noise. and then theres the fear that it will just keep rolling and suck your skin and flesh in there too. i think they're planning to use it as a new front line weapon for the police force. oh no, thats taser guns.
   
   
4. Tweezer-ing
   You obviously have a lot of time on your hands. Not only that, you will develop blistered fingers and bad vision. Have fun with that. kudos for your dedication.. to your leg hair. apply this to your school work and maybe you'll get somewhere.
   
   
5. That cream- scraping method
   ITS TICKLES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA ok.
   
   
6. Laser hair removal
   Oh so your a rich bitch nao, thats how you roll. ~ eshayz ~
   
   

Verdict:
despite never trying some of these methods i prove to be very knowledgable in this area of leg hair removalling techniques, hmm my new forte. anyways so what i suggest is, abandon all hope. your hair will stick to you like that sticker that put on your ds screen protectors (those things are bitches i swear). THERE IS NO WAY. hair removal is like a drug. once you start you cant stop. all you will do is slave the rest of the your life away trying to get rid of that itty bit of hair you had to start off with. hair removal companies are sitting behind their hair infested faces laughing their asses off at us and scamming our money. look true story guys, i once knew a woman and too much hair fiddling turned her like this. true story. it happened to a friend of a friend of mine.



hey i remember someone told me a story about a girl who combed her hair everyday obsessively and in the end all her hair fell out.. interesting. EPIPHANY! SO MAYBE THE SOLUTION IS TO COMB YOUR LEG HAIR!

yeah im out of control today.

* the writer accepts no responsibility if you rock up to school amongst a population of home grown trolls.

the intention of this blog was actually to complete all the blogs that i was meant to write but never did and jam it all here. so behold a very chunky blawg guiz.

1. The book blog
   my new year goal -fifty books. yeah i know i didnt really write the 'new year resolution blog'. sorry.
   
   
   
   skin: this is how i like story telling. a story about a boy who has a sister who suffers from anorexia. its not like alice sebold/ mitch albom how they get all ambiguous and stuff, its pretty much in your face and its blunt and thats what makes it funny but at the same time meaningful and sad.
   love, ghosts & nose hair: its a story written in verse. a boy who talks to a ghosts, likes nose hair and of course sex.
   cancer: they said it was a harmless lump (it wasnt)
   they said the signs were good (they werent)
   they said she needed tests (we all did)
   they said they found it too late (no too early)
   they said she had six months (she didnt)
   they said the pills eased the pain (they only gave them to mum)
   they said dad was being strong (he wanst)
   feed: set in the future where everyone has a computer in their brains. talking and writing is dead, everyone just chats through their minds. computer tells you everything so school is learning about the companies which create the 'feed'. and all day long the feed to functioned to tell you where to find/ buy your desires for the cheapest prices possible. so its a satire about consumerism and teenagers. i hpe you read it and get scared and start loving the things in the world which are free. i loved the opening line 'wewent to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck'
   animal farm: the bomb, pls do yourself a favour and read it
   wit's dictionary: basically a dictionary that thought it was better than everyone else. lol im joking, here are some favourites
   - aquaintence: someone you trust enough to borrow from but not enough to  lend to
   - apathy: the conndition of sitting on the fence for too long that the iron has entered your soul
   - bank: an institution where you can borrow money if you provide sufficient evidence that you dont need it
   - hen: an egggs way of making another egg
   - teenager: someone who is young enough to know everything
   
   
2. The souffle blog
   last weekend, my sister and i attempted the souffle after the footsteps of some master chef episode which i did not watch.
   
   
   
   instead of mlething the bar of white chocolate we melted it and then cooked it again, so it turned brown. so goodbye white chocolate hello 'dream easter eggs', and if you recall me saying that my sister won a heap of easter eggs, handy. so we had our easter egg unwrapping competition and i won, duh. got yelled at by my sister because omg the mixture touched the edge of the ramican dish omg omg now its not gunna rise, well look- it rose. like kaboom!
   
   
3. The bands-which-sing-and-dance blog
   
   
   
   remember them? s club 7 and STEPS. omg this is like the year 1999, where all these bands which couldn't play instruments were everywheeereeee. this isnt relevant but SAVAGE GARDEN IS STILL AWESOME OKAY.
   
   
4. The camp blog
   sorry, not going there ~ basically camp kicked arse, if we disregard the shit hole they called 'the accommodation, bathrooms, dining hall'. camp was the bomb, and im sorry you werent there.
   
   
5. Today's blog
   i went to my cousin birthday, i thought it was going to be at his mum house but it wasnt. it was at a center where parents let their ex's see their kids. it was sad. my cousin didnt even rememeber me because i havent seen him in three years. we had to leave after one hour, and this supervisor kept watching us. im a sucker for sympathy so yes i will stop playerhating on his dad nao. jizuz. also, my mum ate the last banana in the fruit basket.
   
   
   

my friend told me that, sometime really really long ago. (its from final fantasy i think)
well anyways today. my hsc-doing friend said hi and told me that everything was boring and that because of the hsc everyone was becoming anti-social. hanging out in the library, not talking much or going out. and im thinking. shit, is this going to be us next year?  oppressed and killing ourselves cos of this exam. the exam that is supposedly so important and going to determine where we go in our lives. i might not agree with what i am saying now the same time next year, but yeah, i dont wanna push my friends away for an exam.

so im talking to this friend whom i havent seen in ages and omg year 8 and 9 seem so far away. when we use to bum around in the city and bankstown and stuff like that like every month. now they're in year 12 whilst i'm edging closer to year 12, and i dont even know why im so scared of it when there are so many things in the world that are more so.

im reading a book now which i bought last year but never got around to reading it called 'the memory keepers daughter' about a man who gives a way his daughter cos she has down syndrome. and that got me thinking- what would i do if i had a child with a terminal illness? i shouldnt be watching crime shows, but criminal minds makes me paranoid almost, to drive alone at night, open doors, sleep even. and even if i could protect myself, what about all those around me. disease, death, crime. loneliness. what if im jobless? cant find love? contract some deadly disease? end up like my parents. fuck, life is crazy and full of shit that is out there to get you.

i find myself saying 'omg i dont wanna grow up' i want to be dumb for the rest of my life because ignorance is bliss. my life would be so much happier and carefree if i didnt know the rising unemployment rates, global warming and bunches of numbers. but then would it? then i wouldnt be wroking in order to steer clear of it. ahh what do i do? what do i do?! IM GETTING A RELIGION RIGHT NOW, I NEED SOME PURPOSE IN LIFE.

my worst fear. time. not having enough of it. and always greedy and wanting more. so many things i could/should have done if i could start over. what if i dissapear off the face of the earth without ever doing anything impressionable to help mankind?

if i werent such a failure i would end this blog by saying 'let it come, to hell with it', but im not. i admit to being afraid. im not afraid of the dark, this doesnt mean im not afraid of whats in it.

i vaguely remeber saying that this place was going to be buried 6 feet under. what? i didnt? ok.

12 o'clock, yay i made it home. fumbles for keys. shit i dont have my keys. wallet to train to somewhere? not here either. mums not home ~ suspenseful music ~ sits outside front yard for an hour.
so you think with 1 hour to myself i could have at least studied for religion. no. i went to sleep. in my front yard. like a homeless person.

this-is-how-i-roll-when-im-stuck-outside-the-front-yard.

1. call mum 6 times
2. call grandma talks for ages and then when offered help feels bad and says 'dont worry'
3. call 555 and realise i have no more credit
4. tried 1800 REVERSE only to be told it doesnt work for mobile phones
5. tries to vaguely remeber who uses optus prepaid as i have 300 minutes of free calls and i wouldnt mind talking to someone right now
   
6. surveys the house exterior to see if there is a way to climb in, there isnt
7. sits beside the letter box and reads catelogues
8. neighbour comes past and says 'hi cynthia, how are you? no school today?' and instead of saying 'can i pls take refuge in your house', says 'i am very good thank you, i just finished my exams'
9. eat the lunch that i accidentally told my sister to make out of habit even though i knew i was finishing school early, but good thing she did :)
10. lay out catelogues and sleeps on them :(
    
11. walked half way to the train station and back. two boys riding on a bicycle says 'jigging is bad', so i stick out my foot and their bikes flip over.
12. count cars.
13. write a blog about the epic events and lie about flipping the boy's bike over, because i would never do such a thing.

that was more fun than yesterday when my sister and i wrapped sticky tape onto the end of a pole and tried to retrieve all the balls we chucked over to our neighbors house without having to ask them because we never my left hand side neighbor for anything except money to fix the fence and for them to pls stop parking their cars on our front lawn. it was even more funny when i made the stick longer and my sister kept crashing it onto their kitchen window because she has bad coordination. then the sticky end of the pole got stuck on their side of the fence and that was funny also :D

i take my exams very seriously tyvm.

internet: global network of interconnected computers, enabling users to share information along multiple channels. sick

sorry i am bored, and the internet is not helping. i dont think i even abuse the internet enough, i dont milk it for all its worth. i dont even do anything when im on the computer, i usually just lounge around and end up reading a book. and listen to music of course. but im not going to act like my mp3 is malfunctioning.

wait, ive got a great idea. im going to sit and leave my feet on the ground and not move them. okay. start.