My reaction to finding out Candice Accola and Zach Roerig are dating:
FUCK YEAH.
I swear this is the first time any of my favourite fictional relationships have ever transpired into real life. Yes, I like Tyler and Caroline together but, you may remember, that it was always Caroline and Matt. Tyler was like a passing fancy.
Matt Donovan makes me all tingly.
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.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Candice Accola - "Sweet Jealousy"
She is legit the best thing on The Vampire Diaries. She is so wonderful, plays a sassy, flawed but wonderful character. She's grown so much through the course of the show. Oh Caroline. I want her and Tyler to have little 2/3 werewolf, 1/3 vampire kids (is that possible?) and just live in happiness for the rest of eternity, having wild, rampant hybrid sex EACH AND EVERY DAY AND NIGHT.
J
J
Happy Easter
I thought that if any of you were fabulous enough to enjoy a good desk-picture as much as me, you might find interest in these. Consider them my Easter gift to you:
J
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Thursday, April 5, 2012
Elena Smellbert
Is it wrong that I keep rewatching Elena Gilbert getting smacked across the face over and over again?
Best. Back-hand. Ever.
I despise that girl.
J
Best. Back-hand. Ever.
I despise that girl.
J
Vaglarious
There are two things I will never tire of:
1. Pictures of breakfasts.
2. Pictures of desks/study areas.
Ya'll know I love a good breakfast. I just love breakfast. I love looking at it, eating it, dreaming about it. I often think about what I'm going to eat for breakfast the night before I eat it... which for the past four months has been porridge with banana. I really enjoy looking at what other people are eating for breakfast.
As for the desk thing, I get immense pleasure from looking at the space at which people work, their notebooks, their pens, whether they're neat or messy, they're handwriting. Everything. I can actually look at a picture of a beautiful messy desk (I love looking at pictures of messy desks but hate it when my desk is messy) for hours (I exaggerate), scrutinizing everything. It really makes me happy.
You guys probably also know I just love blogs and looking at picture blogs. Recently, I've been getting into looking at Russian pictures blogs (not purposely, they just have really nice picture blogs) and noticed that in all desk pictures, they wrote on graph paper. This I found hilarious. Graph paper? Graph paper is for graphs! I mean, their function is in their name... It's pretty self-explanatory. Anyway, I did some research (ie: googled "do russians use graph paper to write") and found that a lot of European countries use graph paper instead of lined paper and they find people who write on lined paper bizarre!
Oh, this universe of ours. It constantly surprises me.
So tired from writing up lectures notes from today's lecture on the pelvis and the pelvic floor. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe I actually really REALLY found the lecture material hilarious, but I could not stop cracking up. Prior to the lecture, Chris and I were discussing the slides and how they started off nice and gentle with cartoon drawings of asses and then BAM, very graphic drawings of ladies with legs spread open, vag out and all, and then BAM, some real life ones. So when the time came that Luis (my love, my one and only) flipped to these slides, I experienced a great and terrible reaction.
The best part was that when he flipped to the best/most heinous pictures (I'm talking full on, just some really excellent full frontal action) some guy sitting at the back of the class cracked up so loud.
Yeah, vaginas are still funny.
J
1. Pictures of breakfasts.
2. Pictures of desks/study areas.
Ya'll know I love a good breakfast. I just love breakfast. I love looking at it, eating it, dreaming about it. I often think about what I'm going to eat for breakfast the night before I eat it... which for the past four months has been porridge with banana. I really enjoy looking at what other people are eating for breakfast.
As for the desk thing, I get immense pleasure from looking at the space at which people work, their notebooks, their pens, whether they're neat or messy, they're handwriting. Everything. I can actually look at a picture of a beautiful messy desk (I love looking at pictures of messy desks but hate it when my desk is messy) for hours (I exaggerate), scrutinizing everything. It really makes me happy.
You guys probably also know I just love blogs and looking at picture blogs. Recently, I've been getting into looking at Russian pictures blogs (not purposely, they just have really nice picture blogs) and noticed that in all desk pictures, they wrote on graph paper. This I found hilarious. Graph paper? Graph paper is for graphs! I mean, their function is in their name... It's pretty self-explanatory. Anyway, I did some research (ie: googled "do russians use graph paper to write") and found that a lot of European countries use graph paper instead of lined paper and they find people who write on lined paper bizarre!
Oh, this universe of ours. It constantly surprises me.
So tired from writing up lectures notes from today's lecture on the pelvis and the pelvic floor. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe I actually really REALLY found the lecture material hilarious, but I could not stop cracking up. Prior to the lecture, Chris and I were discussing the slides and how they started off nice and gentle with cartoon drawings of asses and then BAM, very graphic drawings of ladies with legs spread open, vag out and all, and then BAM, some real life ones. So when the time came that Luis (my love, my one and only) flipped to these slides, I experienced a great and terrible reaction.
The best part was that when he flipped to the best/most heinous pictures (I'm talking full on, just some really excellent full frontal action) some guy sitting at the back of the class cracked up so loud.
Yeah, vaginas are still funny.
J
Two Hot Guys
Saw/enjoyed the two hottest guys on the bus today that I've seen in a long, long time.
The first was on the bus ride from Welly Station to uni. I stood next to him as we waited for the bus. He was tall and very lanky. His wrists were smaller than mine. His hair was a kind of floppy brown and from behind you might think him a little ugly or plain looking and nerdy... But his face was just so man-pretty. A very handsome face. I think he was an architecture student as he had one of those large briefcasey folders with him. He looked very down-to-earth, a little shy and approachable. This is the second time I've seen him. I stood next to him at Welly Station last week too. Do you think we're meant to be?
The second was on the bus ride home. It was unfortunate as initially he was standing in front of me in the aisle while I sat down a couple of seats behind him. Obviously, I had a really outstanding view (he was wearing a reasonably fitted blue sweater). But then the bus filled up and the driver told everyone to keep moving back so he ended up standing behind me and I could no longer participate in some carefree ogling. Instead, I fantasised that he was looking at me and imagining how wonderful I must be.
He was extremely handsome in that very... happy way. Like, a smile that never quite leaves the face. He was tall, well built, blonde (hm...) with a nice gait. He was definitely your stereotypical goodlooking, strapping young lad which I'm never one to bump. I love a goodlooking, strapping young lad. In fact, that's my favourite type.
This will one day become creepy when I'm 25 and ogling 19 year olds but for now... let me embrace it.
A lot of work to do this weekend and this week. I wish I could be one of those people who actually relaxes on Easter break. Instead, I tell everyone I do when I'm really studying my ass off and it's more stressful than when uni's actually on.
J
The first was on the bus ride from Welly Station to uni. I stood next to him as we waited for the bus. He was tall and very lanky. His wrists were smaller than mine. His hair was a kind of floppy brown and from behind you might think him a little ugly or plain looking and nerdy... But his face was just so man-pretty. A very handsome face. I think he was an architecture student as he had one of those large briefcasey folders with him. He looked very down-to-earth, a little shy and approachable. This is the second time I've seen him. I stood next to him at Welly Station last week too. Do you think we're meant to be?
The second was on the bus ride home. It was unfortunate as initially he was standing in front of me in the aisle while I sat down a couple of seats behind him. Obviously, I had a really outstanding view (he was wearing a reasonably fitted blue sweater). But then the bus filled up and the driver told everyone to keep moving back so he ended up standing behind me and I could no longer participate in some carefree ogling. Instead, I fantasised that he was looking at me and imagining how wonderful I must be.
He was extremely handsome in that very... happy way. Like, a smile that never quite leaves the face. He was tall, well built, blonde (hm...) with a nice gait. He was definitely your stereotypical goodlooking, strapping young lad which I'm never one to bump. I love a goodlooking, strapping young lad. In fact, that's my favourite type.
This will one day become creepy when I'm 25 and ogling 19 year olds but for now... let me embrace it.
A lot of work to do this weekend and this week. I wish I could be one of those people who actually relaxes on Easter break. Instead, I tell everyone I do when I'm really studying my ass off and it's more stressful than when uni's actually on.
J
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Too Nice For N****
I'm trying to identify why I am repelled by nice boys. I've come up with several theories:
1. They remind me of girls. I don't know if this one even makes sense as girls can be really bitchy... Yeah, this one just doesn't really make sense.
2. I can't take them seriously in a romantic way. Meet friend zone. They are too nice and friendly. I guess my thinking goes something like this... Friendly boy --> feels like relative/brother --> flipper children.
3. I'm scared I will offend them.
4. I lack respect for them? This is not true as I really respect nice people (something I can never be... there was an incident today involving Big Michelle and second day hair. The second I said it, I thought, "Oh God, why did I say that?"). I guess I just associate a degree of arrogance and pride and self-confidence with strength and attractiveness. It doesn't really make sense. I probably buy into too many stereotypes and archetypes.
That's the list so far.
J
1. They remind me of girls. I don't know if this one even makes sense as girls can be really bitchy... Yeah, this one just doesn't really make sense.
2. I can't take them seriously in a romantic way. Meet friend zone. They are too nice and friendly. I guess my thinking goes something like this... Friendly boy --> feels like relative/brother --> flipper children.
3. I'm scared I will offend them.
4. I lack respect for them? This is not true as I really respect nice people (something I can never be... there was an incident today involving Big Michelle and second day hair. The second I said it, I thought, "Oh God, why did I say that?"). I guess I just associate a degree of arrogance and pride and self-confidence with strength and attractiveness. It doesn't really make sense. I probably buy into too many stereotypes and archetypes.
That's the list so far.
J
Monday, April 2, 2012
Yes, YOU
I have decided since meeting a girl in our FCP tute, Renee, that I dislike said girl. Those who have known me for a long time (and even then, maybe not) know that I have a tendency to rip my cuticles to shreds. The skin surrounding my fingers is often red, swollen and occasionally bloody. In fact, I think I have done permanent damage to that area as that skin is always kind of red and swollen regardless of whether I've been picking at it.
Anyway. I was casually enjoying a skin-pick in FCP tute today when she says to me, "What's wrong? Why is it peeling?" in this bemused voice.
FUCK HER. HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME FEEL ASHAMED OF MY SKIN PICKING.
I know it's bad... In fact, in year four my teacher was so concerned that she told my mum that she thought my fingers were infected. I kind of do it when I'm bored. They were so bad a couple of weeks ago. Constantly bleeding and then scabbing then I would pick at the scabs. They're better now though.
J
Anyway. I was casually enjoying a skin-pick in FCP tute today when she says to me, "What's wrong? Why is it peeling?" in this bemused voice.
FUCK HER. HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME FEEL ASHAMED OF MY SKIN PICKING.
I know it's bad... In fact, in year four my teacher was so concerned that she told my mum that she thought my fingers were infected. I kind of do it when I'm bored. They were so bad a couple of weeks ago. Constantly bleeding and then scabbing then I would pick at the scabs. They're better now though.
J
Areola
Farking heck. Since last week, have developed a raging crush on a boy I've literally only spoken 15 words too (I did a rough count in my head just then). As in, I have envisioned our entire courtship, wedding, what our children will look like, where we will live and our dying words to each other: "YOU ARE MAJESTIC."
His smile is the most wonderful smile in the world.
Ashamed to say that I facebook stalked my anatomy tutor this afternoon... When I noticed he was mutual friends with someone I know who is gay, I immediately thought, "I WONDER IF HE'S GAY," because, naturally, all gay people tend to associate with one another. Ruined, mate.
Exams to study for.
Also, legit, I nearly saw areola in today's tute. This girl in our tute literally wears shirts that cover half of her breasts. I have nothing against showing a little breast but wouldn't that just be uncomfortable? Wouldn't you be scared to suffer a nip-slip?
J
His smile is the most wonderful smile in the world.
Ashamed to say that I facebook stalked my anatomy tutor this afternoon... When I noticed he was mutual friends with someone I know who is gay, I immediately thought, "I WONDER IF HE'S GAY," because, naturally, all gay people tend to associate with one another. Ruined, mate.
Exams to study for.
Also, legit, I nearly saw areola in today's tute. This girl in our tute literally wears shirts that cover half of her breasts. I have nothing against showing a little breast but wouldn't that just be uncomfortable? Wouldn't you be scared to suffer a nip-slip?
J
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Reflections on Gynaecomastia
Today, I thought about this joke from The Todd in an early season of Scrubs:
"Do you thinks gay people get turned on by their own dicks (or something to that effect)?" - The Todd
The other day, I touched multiple men's breasts. Just casually as I was walking past them in guild village... Many turned to me and said, "HEY!" and then proceeded to chat me up because my touch was so gentle, you see.
Reflecting on The Todd's joke, I thought to myself, "I wonder if men get turned on by their own man boobs."
And that's the end of that story.
J
"Do you thinks gay people get turned on by their own dicks (or something to that effect)?" - The Todd
The other day, I touched multiple men's breasts. Just casually as I was walking past them in guild village... Many turned to me and said, "HEY!" and then proceeded to chat me up because my touch was so gentle, you see.
Reflecting on The Todd's joke, I thought to myself, "I wonder if men get turned on by their own man boobs."
And that's the end of that story.
J
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