RANDOM COLOUR EXPLOSION!

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Big Bro died with a Big Bang with a BB gun (not really)



Please note: The first draft of this crashed so I had to start all over, thanks - Ms.Loco

Big bro...he's not really my big bro. He's not related to me in any way (unless the Adam and Eve story is true) To him I'm Lil Sis. I'm older than him by a few months, but he's taller and I guess you could say, more experienced. We've grown really close since the time I first met him about a year ago. It was at a friends bar mitzvah and I had arrived first at the synagogue. He arrived after with his dad and we awkwardly smiled at each other...I had no idea in hell who he was. I was wearing my grey skirt and grey jacket (thank you mother) and he was wearing his leather jacket which he wears to this day. Instead of having a party we went to Disneyland Paris. It was awesome. At the time I was really pally with a guy called...X. X and I were great mates and we got so hyper we were running around screaming like loons calling ourselves cheerleader cowboys. Lol. But for most of the time BB didn't seem to talk to anyone...well he didn't talk to me. He seemed kind of reserved and kept to himself...except for when in the middle of the night he and another boy came into our room and hid under the bed. So I didn't really know him then. He was just a name with a face. Over time, I dunno how it happened, he became more known to me. I thought...I really like this person , he makes me laugh. But some people told me to steer clear of him because he could be really mean. I didn't believe them. Not once. Honest. I don't condemn people by what others say.
The same boy who had a bar mitzvah we went to his house and got mugged (yes I am scarred for life) and I got left on the street while someone took my phone. So I was on the street where we just got mugged, with no phone crying my fucking eyes out. Guess who came back and was most concerned. Yup. You got it. BB. I really don't know how it happened but we came best friends. He was always there for me. To when I broke up with X (yes we went out) to another trip where I got hyper and everyone thought I was drunk. And then he got mad because somebody said something bad about him and me. Then I got upset. And he was most likely mad a me. But you know what. He was still there when I was crying. Even if it's the little things. Like I'm not at school because Im off sick (I never bunk) he always texts me every day just to make sure I'm ok. I don't know if it meant much to him. But it sure as hell meant a lot to me. He always there for me. And I hope I'll always be there for him. Whether it's advice about his girlfriend (they've been going out for forever but there's always something he needs to know) to friends trouble, to family issues. Anything. Anything at all. Even after the fights we've had...including the one's where we ended up rolling around on the floor. Always. I hope we stay this way.

Love ya Big Bro xoxo

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Sunday, 19 April 2009

8:12 pm

Lets start over



I was all upset because I was like Oh no! I've used up my blog limit! What to do what to do what to do! So I was talking to my friend...let's call him BB...and he was like forget the limit blog away! So what the hey! I'm blogging away!Ooh lots of exclamation marks there! < id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hehe. As you can tell I'm not so teenagerly depressed today. It comes and goes y'know. But it will be back *says in Arnold Schwarzenegger voice* Yes. I know I can't spell Schwarzenegger. I think there's a "t" in there somewhere. Wait! It's spell check time! Why didn't he change his name when he became the unbelievably crap actor he is today? To Arnold Scow...maybe not...Arnold...Shownegger....nah...Why is his name Arnold anyways! HE'S AUSTRIAN GODAMMIT! I mean have you SEEN him act. I mean really observed the shittyness. I mean there's a film called junior (or something) and he's a man who's decided he wants to have a baby. And he puts the...I have no idea I mean for God's sake he's a man! He gets all hormonal and wears dresses and the whole film is such an eyesore I don't know why I bothered watching it. Even if he had oestrogen pumped into him for the role (which he probably did) he still couldn't change the way he talks. In that stuttery weird way. Terminator was the perfect role for him. When I was on holiday some boys made it their mission to go through all three movies in the last three days. I personally would not subject myself to such torture. I mean he does it really well because he talks like a robot anyway...AND HOW DID HE BECOME GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA! Please America! Just please! Why?! For flip sake he's an idiot! And he's meant to make choices for the whole state of California! Who elected him. Who? He's an actor (a shitty one at best) But he's still an actor! Not Goverernor material. Well maybe the happy-go-lucky people from Cali seem to think so. My God.
Fun Fact: My Grandad used to be a body builder (yes it's a career) and he was in the same competitions as Arnie. How nice. End of fun fact.
So please people think about what I've said. Actors are made for movies. They aren't made to run the country...although people could say otherwise with them appearing in the news and magasines and television and having massive weddings/funerals and having the best time anyone could possibly have. I'm sure deep down they are hard working people but from what is portrayed in the average womens column is just...pure gossip! Acting is a job not a lifestyle! No wonder every girls dream is to be famous and have their face splashed everywhere and go to oh-so-fab parties. Don't forget you have to make movies! Ah the life of a superstar. You never know till you reach the top and then all that's left to do is....drop.

Au revoir everyone

Stay in school so you can learn to speak properly PLEASE xoxo

Arnold you will be the fucking death of me

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4:18 pm

Here's an idea



I've limited myself to only one blog a day. The nonsense could rack up if I did more than that. So anyway I'm halfway through history revision but I'm not really taking anything in because my friend keeps sending me msn messages, and so does my french cousin...therefore I have to think more when I'm talking to her. So not a lot has been done. So I have given up and doing my blog for the day.
I just wish I could go outside. Take the dog for a walk (which I never do anyway) but still! Do something other than bloody revision. You may have noticed my blogs are centered around revision...and being socially awkward. That's because for the past 2 weeks I've been doing nothing but revise...omg it can change colours! WHY DID NOONE TELL ME! This is great! Wonderful! I'm ecstatic! You don't actually understand how excited I am! Ooh what does this
button do...blockquote...

Well this is boring compared to the colours

Well that's enough exitement for one day. Well I
don't have much to write about since I havent done much today and...wait why
is
my writing all squished up! Godammit!
Its even further in what's going on!

I should have never pressed the effin
button...HELP!

Omg I highlighted it all and it got
worse!

Loco Stop Highlighting It!!!!

I'm having mucho problems here! I just wanted to write my fuckin blog but this thing is stressing me out!

*screams*

I want my apple martini!

I'm goo with technology I'm not one of those dumb technology imapired people. But this has just baffled me!

I need to have a break. I just need to leave before my brain dewires!

Bye bye *sob* xoxo

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3:08 pm

Profile

Well hey there trollers.

I haven't blogged since March but I'll give it my best shot to blog more regularly fingers crossed. Anyhoo you should know me by now ! The one and only Ms.Loco !

But if you don't here's a quick summary. Brown hair, eyes and skin. Crazy, sporty, flirty, dancey me. Et voila c'est tout :). Au revoir mes amis bisous! xoxo

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