Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
People like pictures
I think people only read blogs if they have pictures in them, its what catches their interest. Like for example, yesterday I decided to prove it by looking through a bunch of random people's blogs to see if I would do the same, and the only blogs I ended up looking at were the ones with...big surprise, the PICTURES. So as much as I hate pictures and taking them for no reason at that, here are some I managed to cough up for you.
Heres some pretty Quebec scenery that my mom took.
Heres my backyard. Can't tell the difference? Neither can I...
This is my little wooden shack, just ignore the bum and Amy in front of it.
This is my friend Michelle
This is me smiling because I have such beautiful hair.
This is me on normal days.
This is me trying to look pretty.
Just kidding.
I'm a tree hugger!
Uhhh what am I doing with this picture?
Marianne you disturb me.
One last picture
And thats all Im giving ya, thats how I look now, so deal with it.
Tata for now
- Little Miss Fisher
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I Love Wednesdays
Really, I do.
It's always been a great day for me, no clue why. Like for example, today I actually slept for ELEVEN hours (as compared to a half an hour), when the past two days I was called an insomniac.
Really no clue why I didn't, and I know I've said this before...
But I felt like a pregnant woman on crack. You know bi-polar people? Well in this case it was an understatement, its like being on a big roller coaster ride where the slightest turn makes you go crazeeee....
Heh, let's just say I dont really run well without sleep. Sleep is probably the best friend I have...hahahaha. So thats my excuse for the last post, or we could just call it a 'crackdown' (like I dubbed it)...
Anyways, moving on from my sleeping disorder, I have wonderful news and I just wanted to congralulate my beautiful sister Abi on their new...*drum roll*
Baby! Oh, I love babies, most especially when they're related to me, I can't wait to see her and oogle her and change her diapers and...err, getting a bit ahead of myself, but I'm really really happy even though I haven't even seen a picture of her yet.
My niece Jenness was born on the 21st of October (a true libra, I love libras) at 10 oclock in the morning in CalIfornia (best place in the world). Anyhow...
Congrats you guys, I'll be wishing you the best and more, will pray for the stuff down in San Diego so you guys can get settled in. :) (Smile)
- Little Miss Fisher
It's always been a great day for me, no clue why. Like for example, today I actually slept for ELEVEN hours (as compared to a half an hour), when the past two days I was called an insomniac.
Really no clue why I didn't, and I know I've said this before...
But I felt like a pregnant woman on crack. You know bi-polar people? Well in this case it was an understatement, its like being on a big roller coaster ride where the slightest turn makes you go crazeeee....
Heh, let's just say I dont really run well without sleep. Sleep is probably the best friend I have...hahahaha. So thats my excuse for the last post, or we could just call it a 'crackdown' (like I dubbed it)...
Anyways, moving on from my sleeping disorder, I have wonderful news and I just wanted to congralulate my beautiful sister Abi on their new...*drum roll*
Baby! Oh, I love babies, most especially when they're related to me, I can't wait to see her and oogle her and change her diapers and...err, getting a bit ahead of myself, but I'm really really happy even though I haven't even seen a picture of her yet.
My niece Jenness was born on the 21st of October (a true libra, I love libras) at 10 oclock in the morning in CalIfornia (best place in the world). Anyhow...
Congrats you guys, I'll be wishing you the best and more, will pray for the stuff down in San Diego so you guys can get settled in. :) (Smile)
- Little Miss Fisher
Thursday, October 18, 2007
ClassiC
Here are a few classic FFX pictures
And one for your viewing pleasure :-" (As if anyone thats female likes FFX and reads my blog)
- Little Miss Fisher
And one for your viewing pleasure :-" (As if anyone thats female likes FFX and reads my blog)
- Little Miss Fisher
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Normal?!
Sometimes you just want to crawl up into a little ball and wish you were normal, like every other teenaged girl. The one that has friends, boyfriends, and isn't over-weight, just a happy normal weight like 110. The one that doesn't live in the middle of nowhere in this little hole...siigh.
Not the one that is short, fat, has zero friends, and no boyfriends (because of reason no1), and doesn't weigh something ridiculous like 200 pounds (No I don't just incase your wondering I'm not THAT fat), and lives around a happy, small population, at least.
You try really hard to make it work, but it never does, so you end up frustrating yourself even more, so much that you feel like killing yourself. So you choose the easier way out, by disctracting yourself with other stupid stuff, where you see other people who are like said normal person above, which of course results in a vicious cycle of making you even more depressed, but it's like a little temporary high from the reality which is you are pathetic.
Like this retarded dream I had last night, that I went back to wordstock and this guy I liked saw me, didn't hang out with me cause I was fat and ended up making out with this other chick in front of me on LJ night. Funny thing is I can actually see that happening.
Oh God, I want to die.
I'm hoping maybe this is only a temporary stage, and maybe I'll get out of it, and become normal again, but at this rate it's almost depressing. All my friends have told me at least 3 times that I'm not "fat" (which is what people only say to fat people), and then there's of course the killer, which you know means you're fat "You need to work out". Aaargh, why am I cursed with this horrible metabolism? Why are people so horribly conceited? WHY CAN'T I BE A NORMAL 15 YEAR OLD GIRL GDMNIT?
No matter how hard I try, it just seems like I'll never be like any other girl, there will always be those guys that never like me even when I'm a normal weight, those people who don't think I'm skinny enough just because my ass isn't toned enough, and just...arghhh!!! @#$%#%@$%#@$@#$@#$@#$#!!!!
Oooooookay, I warned you about this weirdness in my first post. I actually better stop before I get really into this...
-Little Miss Fisher
Not the one that is short, fat, has zero friends, and no boyfriends (because of reason no1), and doesn't weigh something ridiculous like 200 pounds (No I don't just incase your wondering I'm not THAT fat), and lives around a happy, small population, at least.
You try really hard to make it work, but it never does, so you end up frustrating yourself even more, so much that you feel like killing yourself. So you choose the easier way out, by disctracting yourself with other stupid stuff, where you see other people who are like said normal person above, which of course results in a vicious cycle of making you even more depressed, but it's like a little temporary high from the reality which is you are pathetic.
Like this retarded dream I had last night, that I went back to wordstock and this guy I liked saw me, didn't hang out with me cause I was fat and ended up making out with this other chick in front of me on LJ night. Funny thing is I can actually see that happening.
Oh God, I want to die.
I'm hoping maybe this is only a temporary stage, and maybe I'll get out of it, and become normal again, but at this rate it's almost depressing. All my friends have told me at least 3 times that I'm not "fat" (which is what people only say to fat people), and then there's of course the killer, which you know means you're fat "You need to work out". Aaargh, why am I cursed with this horrible metabolism? Why are people so horribly conceited? WHY CAN'T I BE A NORMAL 15 YEAR OLD GIRL GDMNIT?
No matter how hard I try, it just seems like I'll never be like any other girl, there will always be those guys that never like me even when I'm a normal weight, those people who don't think I'm skinny enough just because my ass isn't toned enough, and just...arghhh!!! @#$%#%@$%#@$@#$@#$@#$#!!!!
Oooooookay, I warned you about this weirdness in my first post. I actually better stop before I get really into this...
-Little Miss Fisher
Friday, October 5, 2007
Bunny bigwords time! YAY!
HI kids!
Let's go down to the candyshop!
What does nympho mean?
Really, how can you go 15 years without learning what that means. Sheesh, population these days...don't even teach their children the facts of life. But I have a feeling this word is going to be very special to me...I'm going to be using it a lot, at least for a month.
It might be bigger then the 'random' craze that seems to have hit Canada. Speaking of random...
Life isn't fair sometimes. Like, say, yesterday for example. I finally get the e-mail of said really hot guy who I've been lusting after for weeks from said slutty bitch. So said really hot guy finally gets online, and take a guess at which one his online status was...
A) Fuck me bitch! Nathalie you are so damn hot!
B) I love you, forever and ever
Which is sweet and all, but this could only have one meaning: He has a girlfriend. Either that or his bunny just died and he's deep in mourning, but I highly doubt that for some odd reason... The irony of said situation was that as I was signing in that stupid James Blunt song "You're Beautiful" starts playing on my media player, and when I see his status it hits that part where he says "I'll never be with you". Yeah, possibly one of the top ten most depressing moments of my life.
All the good ones are always taken *Sigh* I actually ended up talking to him though, which was probably more depressing. He's a really sweet, nice guy, who can express his feelings without sounding gay or stupid, and did I forget to mention he's really REALLY ridiculously hot? Blonde hair, blue eyes, fit as hell...siiigh. Oh yeah, and he's 15.
Well you know what they say...actually, what do they say again? Something about staying friendly, and waiting around. Sad thing is, I tend to be the best friend figure in waaay too many relationships with guys. Which to me means, and possibly to everyone other female:
I like you, but you're not hot.
Thus the label of best friend. Goooosh life isn't fair sometimes. But I guess there's a bright side in this...I actually talk to the guy now, and don't just stare at him shamelessly from a distance like some weird creepy stalker. We might actually hold a conversation next time I see him...blah, IF I see him.
Yeah, okay, enough of that randomness, just had to vent that out somewhere. Just, GAWD, he's good-looking. Ok, ok, shutting up. The topic for this blog post was actually supposed to be the meaning of nympho, but I figured that wouldn't fill up enough, so I was just going to tell you the quality of english books in Quebec libraries.
"Oooooh, ride me! Faster! Harder! Ooohmph! DO ME NOW!" Yeahhh...I go to the library to find a globe, right? I end up getting a couple of English books, so I'm like "Cool" we actually have good stuff here now.
I end up reading half-way through one of them, which the plotline was about someone named Wilcox (how ironic), who from his description sounded like an ugly hairy frenchman but to the girl was incredibly hot, who was some type of volconologist...which was kinda gross for me because whenever I think of a volconologist I think of my deceased Grandpa....uh, yeah, so him and this other girl who's a hula dancer, or something gay like that, and most of it just basically describing their really bad/corny/intense sex scenes...
Eesh, french people these days. Don't ask me why I actually read this...it was quite disturbing. Speaking of books, check out my fanfiction! Whoopedey doo. This is pretty much my ramble for the day...so toodles!
-Little Miss Fisher
Obsession of the week: Clois
HI kids!
Let's go down to the candyshop!
What does nympho mean?
Really, how can you go 15 years without learning what that means. Sheesh, population these days...don't even teach their children the facts of life. But I have a feeling this word is going to be very special to me...I'm going to be using it a lot, at least for a month.
It might be bigger then the 'random' craze that seems to have hit Canada. Speaking of random...
Life isn't fair sometimes. Like, say, yesterday for example. I finally get the e-mail of said really hot guy who I've been lusting after for weeks from said slutty bitch. So said really hot guy finally gets online, and take a guess at which one his online status was...
A) Fuck me bitch! Nathalie you are so damn hot!
B) I love you, forever and ever
Which is sweet and all, but this could only have one meaning: He has a girlfriend. Either that or his bunny just died and he's deep in mourning, but I highly doubt that for some odd reason... The irony of said situation was that as I was signing in that stupid James Blunt song "You're Beautiful" starts playing on my media player, and when I see his status it hits that part where he says "I'll never be with you". Yeah, possibly one of the top ten most depressing moments of my life.
All the good ones are always taken *Sigh* I actually ended up talking to him though, which was probably more depressing. He's a really sweet, nice guy, who can express his feelings without sounding gay or stupid, and did I forget to mention he's really REALLY ridiculously hot? Blonde hair, blue eyes, fit as hell...siiigh. Oh yeah, and he's 15.
Well you know what they say...actually, what do they say again? Something about staying friendly, and waiting around. Sad thing is, I tend to be the best friend figure in waaay too many relationships with guys. Which to me means, and possibly to everyone other female:
I like you, but you're not hot.
Thus the label of best friend. Goooosh life isn't fair sometimes. But I guess there's a bright side in this...I actually talk to the guy now, and don't just stare at him shamelessly from a distance like some weird creepy stalker. We might actually hold a conversation next time I see him...blah, IF I see him.
Yeah, okay, enough of that randomness, just had to vent that out somewhere. Just, GAWD, he's good-looking. Ok, ok, shutting up. The topic for this blog post was actually supposed to be the meaning of nympho, but I figured that wouldn't fill up enough, so I was just going to tell you the quality of english books in Quebec libraries.
"Oooooh, ride me! Faster! Harder! Ooohmph! DO ME NOW!" Yeahhh...I go to the library to find a globe, right? I end up getting a couple of English books, so I'm like "Cool" we actually have good stuff here now.
I end up reading half-way through one of them, which the plotline was about someone named Wilcox (how ironic), who from his description sounded like an ugly hairy frenchman but to the girl was incredibly hot, who was some type of volconologist...which was kinda gross for me because whenever I think of a volconologist I think of my deceased Grandpa....uh, yeah, so him and this other girl who's a hula dancer, or something gay like that, and most of it just basically describing their really bad/corny/intense sex scenes...
Eesh, french people these days. Don't ask me why I actually read this...it was quite disturbing. Speaking of books, check out my fanfiction! Whoopedey doo. This is pretty much my ramble for the day...so toodles!
-Little Miss Fisher
Obsession of the week: Clois
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