Ever wonder...

Ever wonder what is okay to cry over? What is okay to share with friends and seek sympathy over?

Le me is le socially retarded. (also in a dangerously good mood) HAI GUISE.

No, seriously, guys, humans make me uncomfortable.

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Pity there are over 2000 of them at this conference. -_- And pity that I look like a front girl. NO. THIS IS NOT GOOD.

But guise. I look fucking fabulous today. I shit you not. If these scientist fellows weren't turned on by smartness, they'd be poppin' boners all over the place.

... why did I write that.

I've been reading Americalovesthecockpit.
BLAME THE FANFICTION, GUISE.

I write this as I work. In a room with said scientists doing checking through their smart presentations and GOOD LAWD I NEED TO PUT AN OVER EIGHTEEN RESTRICTION ON THIS PAGE. :'D

Except then you guise would have to live without my highly intelligent (shit, only Mathais, from the University of Copenhagen, who's talking about those damn bacteriophages infecting the fish pathogen Flavobacterium psychrophilum, is allowed to pop a boner at my highly intelligent sexiness. Shut up. Denmark does this shit on the side. When he's not being a country. >_>) observations on the human condition.

That and my observations on how fucking good I look today.

I mean, my makeup isn't great - I was in a hurry and had to do it at work - but I am wearing the most sleek dress I have right now. Very proffessional, and I feel like an airhostess. But, you know, less like I'm everyone's bitch.

This dress makes my curves look splendid, if you didn't get that.
Also makes my boobs look not nonexistent. Which is a good thing. Because they pretty much are nonexistent. :D

Alright, guise, I'm going to update Chelle Nine's blog for the first time in literally forever.

I've been so goddamn exhausted, and I didn't have interwebs in Seoul. I'M SORRY GUISE. LET ME LOVE YOU WITH PICTURES AND UPDATES AND EVERYTHING THAT MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY AND LOVE ME.

I should post a picture of me in my dress. Except my face is fat, so it's just my sexy body that you guise need to look at. :3

Love ya'll~ I'm busy being a baws now to keep writing this bollocks.

If ya'll hadn't noticed, I'm in a good mood. Even though I'm talking to people and currently doing two jobs.  I don't know why, but writing this mood has put a goofy smile on my face.

Maybe because I keep complimenting myself like a regular whore. :D

GOOD GAWD. BELLE. STOP BEING A COMPLIMENTWHORE.

But seriously, guise, tell me I'm boss and legendary and amazing and fucking awesome. Also belle. Tell me I'm le belle. Because that means beautiful, in case ya'll didn't know. ASDFGHJKL.

... 'Y'all'... PFFT.

Sincerely,
Nyo-merica.

If ya'll Hetalia fans know what I mean.

*I know 'guise' is actually like a 'DISguise'. But I likes it. So I used it. Because I'm just that baws that lexical rules don't have meaning to me. Unless someone other than me does it. In which case I WILL GO GRAMMARFAG ON YOU, AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. :<

P.S. LET ME LOVE YOU WITH CHELLE NINE. LET CHELLE NINE LOVE YOU.

Belle...
Wat r u riting this shit...
BELLE...
STAHP.

LOLNO. I don't stop writing this shit when I start.
HAHAHA. (Read: America obnoxious laugh)

Guise, I'm currently thinking about grade eleven.

I'm going to do, so far:
Maths B, OP English, Biology, Modern History, Ancient History, and now I'm stuck.

I DO see legal studies, though. On a scale of one to ten, how boring do you guise think that would be? I didn't know that we DID legal studies. Is that for lawyering and shiz like that? :/

In other words, I am fucking sick of my drama teacher not assisting in the group choices for drama work, and I fucking refuse to be in the same group over and over again. :< I mean the people are great, and they're lovely, and kind, and they're my friends, but I feel that in drama we have to be given the chance to expand our horizons, work with people we wouldn't normally, get given the chance to create something unique and beautiful. I can't do that if I'm with the same people every time. I truly feel as though my teacher is not doing the greatest of jobs, letting us choose our own groups every time.

Okay, Legal Studies it is.

Imma be a fother mucking lawyer, guise~

I made myself less happy.

I'll say this again: LET ME LOVE YOU WITH TRIP PICTURES AND SHIZ THAT I'LL UPLOAD TO FACEBOOK AND CHELLE NINE AND ALL THAT SHIZ~. LET ME LOVE YOU.

For some reason writing 'Let me love you.' puts me in a good mood. I guess I just love to love, you guise.

Alright, that was less Nyomerica-esque.

Okay, I'm gone. GONE. To, you know, write a shit load of blog entries. A SHIT LOAD. :>

I LOVE YOU GUISE.

Pasted from my Facebook page.

Sorry for posting this. Have I ever mentioned that I am an attention seeker? This trait is what I shall be displaying below:
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What makes me sad isn't that I have no motivation, no determination and no drive.

What makes me sad is that I'm smart enough to see where it will get me: nowhere. I know exactly how this is going end up - but again, I don't have the motivation to change it.
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What makes me angry isn't that I am going to live my life alone.
...

What makes me angry is that I actually think I deserve someone to hold me tight and whisper, 'It's okay, I love you anyway.'
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I steer my own destiny, I make my own fate.
I just can't be fucked to take the wheel.
I'm driving headlong over the edge of a fucking bridge, and for some reason, it's not urgent enough for me to give a damn and do something about it.
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Overly personal post is overly personal. And on Facebook. Whutiswrongwithmyhead.

I know exactly why I can't do anything about myself: I have no motivation. Still, I'm shocked that I've turned out like this. I'm not going to lie, I have great genetics. My parents are amazing, both my brothers are amazing. Then there's me.

Sorry to post this on facebook. I just have this fucked up need to have my words be read by someone. And yes, what it comes down to is that I want someone to understand. The fact of the matter is though: I live a blessed life. I don't want anyone to understand me, because then, someone who legitimately has a cry for help that NEEDS to be heard, might not be getting the listener that they need.

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Good god, why do I post this shit online?

I hope no one actually reads my bollocks. -_-

Hey lovies~

Been awhile. I'll make this short, because I've got things to do - thought I'd check in, ne?

Anywho, I'm sick, all congested and shiz of that sort. BLEGH. Went home from school sick, yadda yadda yadda...

So I'm packing right now for my epic Euro-Korean trip. (I have a blog for it -http://voyageur-rejsende-traveller.blogspot.com.au/ Follow it~)
I hate every single bra I own - hate them with a passion. They're comfortable enough, but they all fucking come up to my collar bone. I hate them. So utterly unnattractive, and they have these bulky seams all through them that look like I've got a plethora of nipples with thin tops.

Thing is though, I don't have great breasts, like not just size - but quality wise, they're not great. So I'm automatically a little uncomfortable about them because of that (I don't hate getting changed with girls because I have B cups - I hate my breasts for SO many reasons). But having these god-awful bras are just... too much. :(

I really just want a normal bra. A pretty one would be nice, but I really just want a bra that I can wear under tops that doesn't look completely ridiculous! Ugh. But if I mentioned it to mum, she'd be totally awkward about it. RAWR. AND I'M GOING TO EUROPE.

Uh. I would kill to go out this weekend with some girl friends and get a couple of nice bras to take.

Meh.

Cheerio~

Make someone’s day

Can't sleep. Dad is coughing… loudly. (I'm mildly concerned, but he always get's a cough around this time of year.)

Anywho, just thought I’d remind you all:

Take the tine out of your day to ask someone how they are and actually mean it, an if you see someone who seems upset, make sure they are okay. You never know. They might rarely recieve honest affection. You might just make their day. 

I know a friend on facebook does this for me often, and everytime, I feel like a princess. He even puts me on the verge of tears of relief. So take it from me, just do something little for someone (it doesn't matter who it is: friend of stranger) everyday. You're bound to make someone’s day.

Ragequit.

Oh wait, I remember, I’m a thoughtless bitch who does these things all the time and fucks everything up because of it.

//ragequits life

UKUS. UKUS EVERYWHERE.

No, seriously, I really, really, really prefer UKUS to USUK.

I mean, I love both, but given a choice, UKUS all the way. Though, I totally think they're swap often in a real relationship. :)

... IfoundaTumblrforUKUS. I am in heaven.
Except it's all very innapropriate, which is annoying because I avoid having anthing TOO shockingly erotic on my iPhone. (drunk Iggy poledancing is the worst I've got~)

Also, I'm getting some more Scotland. *droooooooool*

AND I SWEAR I'M GOING TO HUNT FOR COLONY AMERICA AND CANADA TODAY! I keep saying I will but I never do.

Blargh.

Ciao ciao, lovelies.