Zachary. Oh oh Zachary. Marry me, please! You're only six years older than me! I'm still fertile! I have eggs named Sally Efron and Julian Efron just for you!
Too far?
Yeah, I thought so. But seriously. He's a fox. Even watching him hit on Leslie Mann, who's like 40, in 17 Again is so erotic and sexually stimulating. No joke.
I just really wanted to use the words "erotic" and "sexually stimulating" in this blog.
I wish I was Leslie Mann.
Oh God, still so cut about him and Vanessa.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
This is a Shameful Post
Just quietly, it still kills me that Zac and Vanessa broke up... Oh jeez, here I am listening to "You Are the Music in Me" and "Everyday" and "It's the Start of Something New" feeling all sad and wistful. I think it's all sorts of sad. I mean, they were together for so long! And he was so pretty and so was she. And they went through the whole HSM experience together and grew up into adults together. It's just beautiful. And it kills me that they're not together anymore and they DON'T LOVE EACH OTHER ANYMORE.
WHY? WHY? You were so perfect for each other and would have made beautiful babies. I hope they are still friendly friends and mayhaps still love each other underneath all of that. And yes, it was said that they broke up because of hectic work schedules and travelling (don't judge me because I know these things) which is perhaps even more saddening.
JUST LEAVE ZANESSA ALONE!
Ah, my heart is bleeding. Zac has a beautiful singing voice.
J
WHY? WHY? You were so perfect for each other and would have made beautiful babies. I hope they are still friendly friends and mayhaps still love each other underneath all of that. And yes, it was said that they broke up because of hectic work schedules and travelling (don't judge me because I know these things) which is perhaps even more saddening.
JUST LEAVE ZANESSA ALONE!
Ah, my heart is bleeding. Zac has a beautiful singing voice.
J
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Layers of the Epidermis and Shit That Makes Me Sad
Stratum basale - keratinocytes and stem cells which make more keratinocytes.
Stratum spinosum - keratinocytes make keratin and flatten out.
Stratum granulosum - contain keratohyalin granules which are used to stick keratin to epidermis... later.
Stratum corneum - 30+ layers of keratin (dead keratinocytes).
Things that make me sad:
1. Sitting at my desk for 6+ hours studying when the whole world is out there, waiting for me to explore it.
2. Losing touch with friends.
3. Poor self esteem.
4. Spending over six hours reading a blog and getting to the end (really, the beginning).
5. Watching people I care about being sad and not being able to do anything about it.
6. Sad love stories.
7. Getting sunburnt.
8. Most Paramore songs.
9. Good memories of times long ago.
10. Menstruation.
J
Stratum spinosum - keratinocytes make keratin and flatten out.
Stratum granulosum - contain keratohyalin granules which are used to stick keratin to epidermis... later.
Stratum corneum - 30+ layers of keratin (dead keratinocytes).
Things that make me sad:
1. Sitting at my desk for 6+ hours studying when the whole world is out there, waiting for me to explore it.
2. Losing touch with friends.
3. Poor self esteem.
4. Spending over six hours reading a blog and getting to the end (really, the beginning).
5. Watching people I care about being sad and not being able to do anything about it.
6. Sad love stories.
7. Getting sunburnt.
8. Most Paramore songs.
9. Good memories of times long ago.
10. Menstruation.
J
Friday, June 3, 2011
Bit Nippy
It's been pretty chilly lately 'round yonder and today, as I ran past my mother screaming, "IT'S FUCKING FREEZING!" except without the profanity, I realized that I have a sort of process or recurring occurence that happens to me.
It starts off like this...
1. I get on the bus. Jeez, I hope that creepy, smelly guy doesn't sit next to me. But if I put my bag on the other seat it'll probably prompt him to ask me to move it just so he can sit next to me because he thinks I'm rude. Avoid eye contact. Avoid eye contact. Look really pissed. Look really pissed. Phew, he went to sit next to that four year old. Crisis averted.
2. I sit on the bus. This is nice. I feel the earth move under my feet. I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down. The sun is streaming onto my face. Life is good.
3. I get to my stop and ring the bell. I'm very paranoid so I basically go into my extremely alert mood about five minutes from the stop, sit up, put my backpack on, adjust my jacket, ears pricked up, staring outside the window for the exact moment when I should ring the bell.
4. I get off the bus. The sun is high. My soul is flying.
5. I walk home. Fuck, now I feel hot. Why am I wearing this jacket? But I'm too lazy to take it off because then I'd have to take off my backpack and put it on the floor and God knows what filth is there. No, must endure.
6. Get home. How will I multitask swinging my backpack off and pulling out my keys while the sleeves of my jacket sever my arms? This is difficult. This is exhausting. I've broken a sweat. At this point, I also desperately need to urinate.
7. I manage to get inside. I don't know how. It's like a blur. I set my bag down. The sweat pours off my face. I dash to the toilet and relieve myself. Ah, feels good.
8. I leave the bathroom. "Sweet Hesus, it's hot in here," I think to myself and run around opening all the windows.
9. I take off all my clothes. All of them. I change my restrictive jeans or tights for some loose home shorts. I relish in the feeling of wind on my bare (feral) legs. I decide I should dehair soonish but really cannot be assed. "Ah," I say at last as I sit down in front of my computer. "That's lovely."
10. I pretend to study.
11. I continually dash to the pantry to eat food at regular five minute intervals.
12. It's just past 4.30pm and the strenuous exercise an hour or so earlier is starting to wear off. I'm not feeling so hot anymore. Now I'm starting to feel cold.
13. It's cold.
14. I feel cold.
15. I race myself as I run around the house closing all the windows. I break the twisty thing on my brother's window in my haste to close them all. I grab a jumper.
16. It's still cold.
17. My parents/brother get home. "SWEET JESUS," I say to them, "IT'S FUCKING FREEZING."
The end.
J
It starts off like this...
1. I get on the bus. Jeez, I hope that creepy, smelly guy doesn't sit next to me. But if I put my bag on the other seat it'll probably prompt him to ask me to move it just so he can sit next to me because he thinks I'm rude. Avoid eye contact. Avoid eye contact. Look really pissed. Look really pissed. Phew, he went to sit next to that four year old. Crisis averted.
2. I sit on the bus. This is nice. I feel the earth move under my feet. I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down. The sun is streaming onto my face. Life is good.
3. I get to my stop and ring the bell. I'm very paranoid so I basically go into my extremely alert mood about five minutes from the stop, sit up, put my backpack on, adjust my jacket, ears pricked up, staring outside the window for the exact moment when I should ring the bell.
4. I get off the bus. The sun is high. My soul is flying.
5. I walk home. Fuck, now I feel hot. Why am I wearing this jacket? But I'm too lazy to take it off because then I'd have to take off my backpack and put it on the floor and God knows what filth is there. No, must endure.
6. Get home. How will I multitask swinging my backpack off and pulling out my keys while the sleeves of my jacket sever my arms? This is difficult. This is exhausting. I've broken a sweat. At this point, I also desperately need to urinate.
7. I manage to get inside. I don't know how. It's like a blur. I set my bag down. The sweat pours off my face. I dash to the toilet and relieve myself. Ah, feels good.
8. I leave the bathroom. "Sweet Hesus, it's hot in here," I think to myself and run around opening all the windows.
9. I take off all my clothes. All of them. I change my restrictive jeans or tights for some loose home shorts. I relish in the feeling of wind on my bare (feral) legs. I decide I should dehair soonish but really cannot be assed. "Ah," I say at last as I sit down in front of my computer. "That's lovely."
10. I pretend to study.
11. I continually dash to the pantry to eat food at regular five minute intervals.
12. It's just past 4.30pm and the strenuous exercise an hour or so earlier is starting to wear off. I'm not feeling so hot anymore. Now I'm starting to feel cold.
13. It's cold.
14. I feel cold.
15. I race myself as I run around the house closing all the windows. I break the twisty thing on my brother's window in my haste to close them all. I grab a jumper.
16. It's still cold.
17. My parents/brother get home. "SWEET JESUS," I say to them, "IT'S FUCKING FREEZING."
The end.
J
I'll Bash You
I love it when people say, "Bash out some study." It always motivates me to study. And when people talk about study tips. And when I see people studying. And when people tell me off for being distracted.
I'm not very good at studying these days... I get distracted a lot.
Thoughts.
J
I'm not very good at studying these days... I get distracted a lot.
Thoughts.
J
Bitter, Utter, Udder
You know that thing they have in some movies where the guy and the girl are walking past an oval or a soccer pitch or something and someone accidentally throws a ball their way and the guy picks it up and throws it back at them and the girl's all, "Aw, he's so considerate," or conversely, "Yummy."
Yeah, that shit went down today. Except I was the girl and F was the guy and I was like, "Fuck yeah."
I love it when he blushes and he plays with his hair when he's doing group discussion. And when he walks up to me and we walk to the bus stop together.
I love it because I used to be the one doing that thinking, "Oh jeez, I don't want to appear to desperate." Now I don't even wait for him but he comes to walk with me.
Ah jeez.
And when I say to him, "Frick, I hate wearing skirts," and he says to me, "Why are you wearing one then?" and I say, "Just thought I'd mix it up. Obviously it didn't work for me," when really I want to say, "Because I was trying to impress you." Har har, Caitlyn. Brings back memories.
Or when he asks me, "Are you going to that exam thing?" and I say, "What exam thing?" and he says, "It's optional," and I say, "Lol, fuck that," when really I'm thinking, "I wonder if I said I was going he'd go with me?"
It hurts to be me.
J
Yeah, that shit went down today. Except I was the girl and F was the guy and I was like, "Fuck yeah."
I love it when he blushes and he plays with his hair when he's doing group discussion. And when he walks up to me and we walk to the bus stop together.
I love it because I used to be the one doing that thinking, "Oh jeez, I don't want to appear to desperate." Now I don't even wait for him but he comes to walk with me.
Ah jeez.
And when I say to him, "Frick, I hate wearing skirts," and he says to me, "Why are you wearing one then?" and I say, "Just thought I'd mix it up. Obviously it didn't work for me," when really I want to say, "Because I was trying to impress you." Har har, Caitlyn. Brings back memories.
Or when he asks me, "Are you going to that exam thing?" and I say, "What exam thing?" and he says, "It's optional," and I say, "Lol, fuck that," when really I'm thinking, "I wonder if I said I was going he'd go with me?"
It hurts to be me.
J
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Study Tips
Study/exam tips:
1. DON'T study. The best idea is to go into your exam completely unprepared and let the creative juices flow. Especially in math. If you go in too practiced you will fuck it up.
2. DON'T bring spare writing utensils. Why do you have no faith in your trusty pen? If you've been using the same biro for the last three years, that probably means it's reliable and will last forever.
3. DO sit next to someone you really like so for a nice distraction you can gaze at them mid-exam. Make sure you make it look like you're checking their answers to disguise your stalking techniques.
4. DO drink a lot of liquids prior to the exam to ensure optimum eye moistness, hand claminess, mouth tingling and lip smacking. Preferably of the alcoholic kind.
5. DON'T piss before your exam so you go in with a full bladder. This will increase your motivation to finish the exam early and increase efficiency.
6. DO watch a lot of Gilmore Girls the night before especially if it's an episode in which Rory has finals. It's like studying; let her study-goodness rub off on you.
Okay guys! More later. I hope you all do well in exams!
J
1. DON'T study. The best idea is to go into your exam completely unprepared and let the creative juices flow. Especially in math. If you go in too practiced you will fuck it up.
2. DON'T bring spare writing utensils. Why do you have no faith in your trusty pen? If you've been using the same biro for the last three years, that probably means it's reliable and will last forever.
3. DO sit next to someone you really like so for a nice distraction you can gaze at them mid-exam. Make sure you make it look like you're checking their answers to disguise your stalking techniques.
4. DO drink a lot of liquids prior to the exam to ensure optimum eye moistness, hand claminess, mouth tingling and lip smacking. Preferably of the alcoholic kind.
5. DON'T piss before your exam so you go in with a full bladder. This will increase your motivation to finish the exam early and increase efficiency.
6. DO watch a lot of Gilmore Girls the night before especially if it's an episode in which Rory has finals. It's like studying; let her study-goodness rub off on you.
Okay guys! More later. I hope you all do well in exams!
J
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
A Special Post for Caitlyn
Things I know about Caitlyn:
1. She loves Clinkers.
2. She loves dresses.
3. She loves playing this game on her iPhone when she has to draw lines to numbers but can't cross lines.
4. She has very neat writing.
5. We used to do extreme hi-5's all the time in year 10. She loved doing this windmill one.
6. Her car is pink.
7. In year seven, she dyed the tips of her hair purple.
8. She doesn't hold grudges (mostly... har har).
9. She doesn't like being touched on the neck.
10. She doesn't mind getting crumbs on her iPhone (whereas I would be throwing a spaz).
11. She has a great shoulder to nap on.
12. I love her to bits.
Kisses.
J
1. She loves Clinkers.
2. She loves dresses.
3. She loves playing this game on her iPhone when she has to draw lines to numbers but can't cross lines.
4. She has very neat writing.
5. We used to do extreme hi-5's all the time in year 10. She loved doing this windmill one.
6. Her car is pink.
7. In year seven, she dyed the tips of her hair purple.
8. She doesn't hold grudges (mostly... har har).
9. She doesn't like being touched on the neck.
10. She doesn't mind getting crumbs on her iPhone (whereas I would be throwing a spaz).
11. She has a great shoulder to nap on.
12. I love her to bits.
Kisses.
J
Skanks
Just started tackling psyc study. Such a fucking load of bullshit. I don't want to do it... Oh Jesus, just came across a whole chapter I haven't read yet. It's going to be a long(ish) night. Despite the amount I complain about uni, I still manage to sleep before 11pm every night (I know, I'm a loose cannon) and get in an hour of television before that. If I used emoticons on this blog, this is when I would put in a colon P to demonstrate how minx-y I feel right now.
I'll try and post a vlog some time in the next... few weeks. Maybe tomorrow if I get some time to myself. And some privacy.
On that note, I think communitychannel fell in a well or something. She hadn't updated in over a month. What a skank.
And on that note, I think Little Mishelle also fell into a well. Even greater skank.
Hope you're all doing well. Har har, I was about to sign off with "kisses" as I have been as of late when talking to Big Michelle.
Kisses.
J
I'll try and post a vlog some time in the next... few weeks. Maybe tomorrow if I get some time to myself. And some privacy.
On that note, I think communitychannel fell in a well or something. She hadn't updated in over a month. What a skank.
And on that note, I think Little Mishelle also fell into a well. Even greater skank.
Hope you're all doing well. Har har, I was about to sign off with "kisses" as I have been as of late when talking to Big Michelle.
Kisses.
J
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