One for you, none for me.

Hello my two followers. (I guess I know who my real friends are! Joking)

When I made this blog (last week XD) I intended to blog everyday. That failed this week, because I am sick :( Oh! Woe is me!

It's not all bad though. Watching endless youtube videos, Facebooking and going to Colannades instead of school is great. :)

The only down points, really, are the sensation of having swallowed a brick and the fact that I am on a fluids-only diet.

You might wonder how I am able to Facebook my life away but not blog? It's because I like to blog at night and this week I have been falling asleep at 5 o'clock. (Truthfully, that was only once. Most of the time it's been around 8 o'clock.)

So, this is a hello to the only two people that love me :( and here's a nasty message awaiting anyone else, when they finally get off their bums and follow my blog:
"You are a ... umm... err... you suck!"

Yeah, you're trembling at the knees! Haha.

Pumpkin soup and hot chocolate all day long. That makes me happyface.

Scream baby, it's your favourite song (8)

Quoting a band called Delamare in my title. Check them out. (They played at Clipsal)

12 days until All Time Low. Ya'll are excited. I, personally, can not wait.

THE ANSWER'S IN THE SMILE.

I'm hanging out for the weekend after next. It'll just be an awesome four days of forgetting school and relieving the pressure for a while.

Anyone going to the 'Final Countdown' show on the Thursday night? Want to give a lift?

This Thursday I plan to see... hehehehe *giggles* I am so ridiculously teenage.

Kate follows my blog now.[Edit: So does Sam.] That makes me happyface.

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My oral presentation doesn't have a theme yet... It's due in two days. Oops :D As for my poster, I intend to eat many Fantales while I make it (anyone who has seen my design would understand). Why does Aimee speak of English in her blog? I'm not sure, really, but I think she might be going crazy.

"Wow. I never realised!" I hear you sarcastically say.

I haven't a topic for this blog. Oh! Woe is me!

Haha. You know you want some of what I have. "What do you have?" you say. Me: "Oh. Umm... things... like... would you be interested in a pillow?".

If you're trying to interpret it, don't bother. I don't even know what that's about. Or do I?

No, I don't. 22. My birthday is the same number repeated. Sadly, that's how I am able to remember it. Maybe I'm not crazy. Maybe I'm senile.

Potato smiles and eyeliner scars. That makes me HARRYface.

A Few of My Favourite Things...

You know Cadbury Favourites? It's a box of 11 different fun sized chocolates, that I like to devour in a single evening. I have been thinking what I would put in my own personal box of 'Favourites'.

1. The summers of my childhood. Eating watermelon with the juices running down my chin.
2. The winters of my childhood. Roasted marshmallows from campfires.
3. The springs of my childhood. We would go crabbing and cook up the best one for tea.
4. The autumns of my childhood. Frog-cakes after school.
5. The best part of primary school. 30c Zooper Doopers. My favourite was Bubblegum.
6. The only part of high school. Chicken Burgers that don't have enough mayonaise.
7. What best friends are for. Home made choc-chip cookies when you're down.
8. What Dads are for. The best Spaghetti Bolganese in the world.
9. What Mums are for. Big roast lunches on Sunday.
10. Being old enough to go out. Endless Mount Franklin water bottles.
11. Being young enough to get away with being stupid. Eating most of a cheese pizza and leaving a single slice outside of the cinemas.

Life went on and Aimee was content. That makes me happyface.

Grandpa Smith must have been proud.

Henrik Ibsen was Norwegian. You're so glad I told you that. (By the way, I asked Mr. Clark who is much more reliable than Wikipedia ever was.)

In 20 minutes I am going out to dinner with my work-mates. Shall be fun. Now the rest of my day (/week) has also revolved around food. For some reason, unknown to me, dairy foods just don't sit right with me. "Not to worry!" says I, "Too get rid of it I'll just drink chocolate milk, cheesy pizza, cheesy lasagna, yoghurt (it goes on...)". Stupid I then winds up with the kind of stomach ache you wouldn't wish onto your arch-enemy. Cue the Ibuprofen and singing loudly (which you would recommend anyone to listen to, even your arch-enemy.) I've been sick from poor food choices for most of this week.

Now out to dinner to eat some cheesy cauliflower bake, and a big bowl of banana ice-cream to wash it down. Oh! Woe is me!

It is currently mandarin season. That makes me happyface.

Ibsen was Swedish... I think...

Hey guys.

This is my new blog here (because I'm not stating the obvious or anything). I made it because Ye Olde Weblog became much too whiny. Here is Happy. Happy is Here. Not the dwarf... Snow White reference, for anyone who was thinking "Oh man, I told her they weren't TicTacs".

Lah Lah Lah. People, go read A Doll's House right now, (you have to do it later on anyway) because I want to be able to talk about it. The grammar in it (and also many of the sayings) are strange and I am 100% sure that it wasn't in English when first written. Before you go thinking I am an idoit, I thought so before I googled it! So NYEH NYEH.

Anyone who has bothered to read to this point is probably thinking "Aimee, English assignments are not happy. Your happy blog is epic fail" but give it a chance, man! As warped as it is, I love it (probably 'cause the main character is hyperactive on macaroons). I must google what macaroons are...

Holy cucumbers!!! (If someone can find me a holy cucumber I'll give you Catherine's $10).
It's 11pm. Argh. So much for getting a good night sleep for the SUMMATIVE Nutrition test tomorrow... Oh! Woe is me!

Haha. This face doesn't care. It just uses odd grammar and colloqueal language to rival (Swedish?) Ibsen. Go my face!... Or not. Yeah, I'm going to go with not.

I have an eraser that looks like two jigsaw puzzle peices (one pink, one yellow) and they are holding hands. It makes me happyface.