A new follower, yay.

 Hey Nick. Welcome to the cool crowd. We have cheese.

*Hug rape*

Your picture is coming soon, I promise.

You're awesome.

xo

Edit: Here's the picture for Nick:

I love MS Paint

Here are some lovely pictures.

Aw, look at the pretty unicorn!

And all the pretty bright colours!

And this is me.

And this is what I love.

Jesus Blogs, Mum Blogs etc, and why I love the internet

   Sometimes when I can't think what to write about, I click on the "next blog" button to see what other bloggers are writing about. This has lead to some observations on the other types of blogs out there. There are three categories that keep popping up again and again, no matter how much I click the "next blog" button, because there appears to be a limitless supply of them. These three blog "genres" if you will, are as follows:

1. Fashion blogs
2. Jesus blogs
3. Mum blogs

   Fashion blogs, I don't mind. Fashion is a guilty pleasure for me. Yes, I sit in my pyjamas with a duvet wrapped around me when I read them, but fashion is fantastic. I like to see what other people are wearing, where the trends are going, and what ridiculous (sorry, "edgy") outfit the designers are sending down the runway next. Fashion blogs, I don't mind so much. Particularly the really snarky ones that talk about ugly trends, because at least they're enjoyable to read.

   Jesus blogs, however, are much more common. They don't make snarky comments about ugly trends. Instead they quote scripture and tell us to love thy neighbour as thyself. If you've hit a good one, that is. Unfortunately, I seem to be coming across more of them which urge us to take action against stopping gay marriages and banning condoms. I guess because sometimes it would easier to protest against those than love thy neighbour, especially when thy neighbour decides to play loud music until two in the morning (unless of course, they invite me over to join in next time, in which case it's perfectly acceptable and I will stop complaining about it.) Look, I've got nothing against Christians, or Jesus, or any of that. I believe in God. It's just that I imagine if Jesus were here today, he probably wouldn't be trying to ban condoms or same-sex marriages. He'd be with the people. My point being, I'd quite like it if any Christian bloggers out there could start a blog that isn't so hateful, because if I came across more Jesus Blogs that don't have "homosexuality is a sin!" all over them,  straight as I am, I don't really want to read hateful-ness, ok? Ok. Yay. Coming across more good Jesus blogs would really make my day. :)

   Anyway, end of that rant, on to Mum Blogs. Mum Blogs are cute. Mum Blogs are sweet. Not quite to the point where they make me want to have kids of my own because childbirth scares me, and also I'm only eighteen. And yes, Pip's having a baby at my age, but Pip's mature and responsible enough to be able to handle that. I'd find it much more difficult than she's finding it. Anyway, Mum Blogs are the blogs that are all about their children, and aren't they growing up so fast, and awwwww. It's cute. They fill a purpose, too. It's a way of sharing their kids and their lives with friends and family all over the world. Which I think is sweetbix.

   Even if blogs are filled with fashion items I'd never look good in, or hateful messages about homosexuals, or lots and lots of pictures captioned, "these are my kids. Aren't they pretty? They're prettier than yours, anyway," the best thing about the internet is that we can all choose to express our opinions in this way. We can share our lives with the world. We can say what we want. And that, too, is pretty sweetbix.

Oh the memories!

   Still having problems getting those pics up.

  Anyway, I just wanted to link to something amazing, because it truly made my (sick) day.

  The Very Hungry Caterpillar in food form.

   Feel free to thank me.

At Home

So I'm at home today, but school wasn't actually cancelled. I woke up this morning, and my throat was all like, "You know what Bell-ez? I'm going to be a bitch to you today and be horrible and scratchy and sore!" so I think I've caught the same cold my dad's had, and have decided to stay home.

But anyway, it's snowing! In the middle of September! I've taken lots of pretty pictures of it, which I'll add to this post when my camera/computer is in a better mood and will let me. It's not settling or anything, because the ground's too wet from all the rain and sleet we've already had, but the trees on the hills behind the house are covered in snow. It's pretty.

I haven't done any housework yet, though my bedroom is begging to be tidied. LATER. It's too cold for me to want to do anything at the moment other than sit at my computer with a duvet wrapped around me craving soup or hot chocolate or OMG I WANT RISOTTO (tomato and basil) so this can't be that great to read.

To be updated with pretty snow pics!

Ok, here's the pretty snow pics!

Lovely Weather, Isn't It?

   I started writing a post about my ridiculous weekend, but I found it awkward to write about. I mean, I guess I could mention what a disaster it was waking up in Invercargill (the last place anyone would want to wake up in) but the rest of it is just... hmmmm. Weird.

Invercargill, yeah.

     So instead I'm going to write about the weather. Yes. That's right. The weather.

Lovely weather today isn't it?

   Only because there's a huge storm at the moment, and I'm hoping that there's no school tomorrow. Because then I can lie in my nice cosy bed all morning, listening to rain on the roof. I'd probably get up around midday, due to a cheese craving, wander to the fridge and polish off half a block without thinking about it. (This is why I'm fat) and realise that I am doing nothing with my day.

    Quite often, that leads me to attempt to undertake some epic task, such as posting another cartoon (which, by the way, take ages to make because I do them on MS Paint and I am, surprisingly, from the shocking state of them, a perfectionist) or write multiple blog posts, or even tidy the kitchen and living room which is hugely epic when you remember that I live with a messy dog that likes to sneak into the compost bin then vomit the contents on the living room floor. And I also live with two elderly parents. As far as I'm concerned, elderly = hoarder. So there's old magazines and Otago Daily Times from years back all through the room, and heaven forbid I should ever throw them out.

Pictured: The least of my problems

   So yes. That's my plan for tomorrow. Stay at home and sing "Circle of Life" at the top of my lungs while vacuuming. Unless school happens. In which case I won't be a happy chappy.

Oh hell yeah! 

Assorted Excuses

   I'm sorry I haven't written in ages. A few things have happened...

   First of all, I got myself a phone for my birthday. This is actually a big deal because I'd been without one for two months, having lost two phones in a year because I am not a smart cookie. It's fantastic.

Us three could have a polygamous relationship.

   Also, I actually turned 18. Fantastic. I did not go clubbing. Ellie and I went to Amisfield Winery for dinner and she got me tequila.

It's not kidding.

   Also, I've been a nerd and started actually studying for end of year exams, because as glamorous and romantic as it sounds to fail school, never get into uni, and become a popular and successful full time blogger, it is also unrealistic. So, call me a nerd, but I actually want to pass all of my exams this year.

Why are glasses always associated with being a nerd? Dumb people can have glasses too, you know.

   I've also been suffering from blogger burnout. You see, not that long ago, I thought wouldn't it be great if I wrote a whole heap of awesome posts just for your entertainment? Well. What I failed to take into consideration is that eventually I'd temporarily run out of topics and get sick blogging for a while, until the guilt becomes too much. Hopefully I'm now over my whole "I'm sick of blogging" phase now.

To the point where I may get a t-shirt for it.

   Also, during the weekend, I got rather distracted from blogging by a somewhat disturbing incident that I may (or may not, depending on the effects of blogger burnout) write about later.


   I'm sorry. I tried.