Past week has been real busy celebrating me & bfs anniversary & his birthday aswell so didn't bother with blogging. It's better now I think :l No more exams but I'm so lazy to study & revise...I'll do Maths in a moment. Maybe. lol This post IS about the sand storm. Let me get to it. It was actually sorta surprising 'cause I woke up without any idea that there was a sound storm just outside my window. I just thought it was very windy & gloomy just like any other day? Bf called though & told me there was a sand storm outside & asked if I was going to go school. His voice was rather monotonous & there was no hint of excitement or fear. o _ O? It was like "oh it's just a sand storm" I was obviously freaking out like any other normal person would. When I had looked through my curtains, I had thought for a second that I was deported to Planet Mars (yeh, the height of my imagination exceeds yours by far). A friend called after him to ask aswell. He however was melodramatic. "Are you going to school?! There's a sand storm?! People going hospital - " There goes my last block of battery. I didn't bother to charge it either 'cause I was definitely going to school despite what they/he told me. Being inside a sand storm was absolutely a thrilling thought. It wasn't really that exciting I later found. Breathing it in was bad & everyone used it as an excuise for their difficulties throughout the day. It was getting a bit repetitive. "My eyes are dry..." It's the sand storm. "I think I'm eating sand!!" It's the sand storm. "Stomach ache....ungh..." It's the sand storm. "SANDDD STORMMMM!!" I don't think it's meant to give so many side-effects? It was getting a bit ridiculous. But I AM bloody fatigued. Sand storm? :D But I do know that it caused me to get a real runny nose + sneezes. I suffer from mild hay-fever. The sky was a bright orange/red when I stepped out into the piercingly chilly air. Atm it's a nice, clear & cloudy blue. Looks like the sand from Northern Territory has finally decided to retreat back home. Shoo now. You really stink.

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The largest Spring festival in Australia o _ o Yes. That was exactly where I went today. All the way to Canberra to the Floriade Festival with my bf & his family lol Doesn't it sound so formal?? But they're a bunch of chipmunks like himself so I was mostly occupied. I'm not really a fan of flowers as you can tell from my enthusiasm. Oh yes. Flowers you would think. I like frangipanis & that's about it but it was a good way to spend lots & lots of time with my bf. We exchanged our 1 yr gifts today too (....our 1 yr isn't till another 2 days but we were excited). Yay! He bought me a Neutrogena Wave! I absolutely adore it 'cause I wanted this like yoinks ago? Just my skin was sensitive to things so my Mother Mary didn't allow it. Wth is the w a v e e ~ you're thinking. It's a vibrating device (yum) that cleanses your face, opening up pores & removing dirt 8) Wonderful.

Yeh, this entry is about the evolution of Carissa into a very fat Lady Carcar. It won't be pretty & knowing that I'll be slowly getting uglier is so disheartening ; o ; I'm getting fat man. I'm not joking. My stomach is getting a bit of a bulge (I am not pregnant thanks : D) but more like it's the yummy food that I've been indulging in that have not been processed so has collected as fatty substances. I hate Krispy Kreme. You go in intending to grab an innocent hot choco but the overwhelming smell of freshly ovened donuts makes your mouth water & your eyes bulge. And the worse thing is that even though you see the donuts rolling in oil right infront of your eyes, your smelling senses crush your sense of sight. Unfortunately my stomach is too far from my brain so it is merely impossible to contact my head quick enough to stop myself from spontaneous purchases. One quick glance at the menu & I settled on this:

A white chocolate blenz. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Not much I reckon 'cause when the girl asked if I wanted cream, I immediately said yes. Why did I say yes? WHY. Personally, I think it's just too sweet but then the Subway Cheese Melt made it better to wash down. I didn't finish the drink ofcourse. Went half-way & retreated in guilt.
I also intended to play a very innocent Truth Game with my friend who didn't purchase anything there & managed to resist the temptation. My intentions went haywire & we ended up asking each other very strange questions with equally strange answers. I'll leave it censored. It's a bit too rude for little children out there reading my blog 8)
Someone help my weight problem. I'm getting fat but I don't want to break up with Krispy Kreme.

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You wouldn't know that the past few days were HELL. I'm not exagerating this. It is not a hyperbole. My mood swings could've contributed to this but I'm telling you, the major issue that really increased my hormonal outrage relates to my neighbour. Let's give you some background information about him. This will be unbias (I'll warn you of bias material in a bit). He is a recently turned 81yr old man who is an ex-neighbour. Since I have moved, he has found the heart/sympathy to drive me to & from school. He has been mistaken as a pedophile by my friends (& still seen as one by many) however he is only normal - until recently. *bias*
So this is what happened, I'll keep it short so as not to bore you. Last Friday, I finished school later than usual. I had told him I would finish late at 5PM. At 10 mins before 5PM, I had called him to say that he wouldn't need to drive me home 'cause I would be going over to my friend's place. He did not pick up 'cause he was in the car. When I had ran out at 5PM, he had parked right infront of the school & had gotten out of the car to scream & tell me off saying that he had sat there for 2o minutes & that he was sick of waiting & claimed that I was doing "bad things" with boys 'cause I was often with them. He also stated events that I don't recall doing or saying. Haha so he sits out there 20 minutes earlier than the time & complains about it to me? The following Monday, he called me up at 6.30AM with thunder in his tone, saying that I needed to write an apology letter, threatening that if I didn't, I would go to school late.
I had enough. Lack of sleep for the past weeks stressing about ART & about my relationships & I really didn't need him to tell me what to do & what not. I told my mum he was senile. She thought so too. My dad said I needed to treat him with respect despite what he says/does. And so I did. I just don't talk to him which is not sucha big deal since I don't usually say anything anyways.
A conversation with my neighbour just moments ago in the car went like this:
I had told him that I would be going Parramatta tomorrow so that he didn't need to drive me home. His response carried a heavy spark of doubt & suspicion & went something like this:
"Hmm." He's obviously thinking of a way to approach this matter without appearing nosy but this is obviously a failed attempt from his following Q.
"What you going there for?" Why must you know why I am going there? Does this not reinforce your nosy & despicable character. Why must he know about everything? And about every name of the people I walk with & of THEIR lives aswell? Which reminds me, he had asked me once which guy I liked the most & had not forgotten the name since but has permanently deleted the angelic events that I had experienced (such as studying real hard for exams).
"Hmm. A gift for yourself?" Isn't this a silly question. He is again suggesting that he wants to know for whom. Whom so 'special' that would deserve a gift from I. He is demanding a name but he can suck on that.
"A gift for a friend. A friend's birthday." Yes bitch, you're getting no name.
"Hmm. You going there by train that late." He must've tried to carefully craft this statement but it's obviously a Q. again involving my mode of transport. If I replied with 'train' then I would be walking which makes stalking even more accessible from his porch window which I would have to walk past unless I take a diff. route.
"Oh no. My friend is driving me - has *mumbles*his*/mumble* license" I thought it was necessary to mumble 'his' just incase I could get away with it but I guess not. After a very short silence.
"He's a good driver is he?" Well no. He isn't a good driver that's why I'm confident enough to want to sit in his car for the entire journey from Cabramatta to Parramatta. Ofcourse he is just trying to confirm that he had heard 'his' clearly.
"Yeh." What more can I say. Let's just keep this short. No denying. No hiding. I am innocent. After another short silence.
"Does your mum know about this?" I am not sneaking out fyi. But this isn't really necessary. Mind your own business & let me get on with life. He really gets on my nerves. Accumulated patience with this guy has really popped one of my blood vessels. I don't intend to burst another.
"No. Not yet." In other words, shut the f up & drive 'cause she'll know about it. I'm assuming from my A. he will ring up my mum to confirm that I have told her or hint to her that I would be going.
How I hate seeing him.

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Yes. I did say he is talented. *nods* Anyways enough about him. I had these really fantaaasticcc liquid centred lollies from Paris today during art which really motivated me to work a bit faster. Look at these Les Berlandes. Apparently they're sold in franchises named La Cure Gourmande all over Europe. They're mind-boggling man. Their packaging is even better. I had to upload an image of them.




I know it's crap quality but if you ever pass one of these...it's worth fighting over. I did 8)

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