The wonders that are birthdays.

Eight days to go until my eighteenth birthday and it's safe to say that I'm, oh, just a little excited.

Today was R's birthday and a couple weeks ago it was C's birthday and then in a few days it's G'a birthday oh, oh and then it's mine. So, birthday galore.


They're so happy and I don't understand how you can't love a good birthday because the "I'm a year older" vibe does not wash with me, it just means that you've got another year of life to celebrate and maybe just appreciate and learn from which is always a valuable experience.

My muse for this post is R. And the fact that she turned 18 today. Me and C went out, bought her present, balloon, card, cake, joke presents, candles-the works and surprised her with it all at lunch at school. It was the look on her face and on everyone elses that made today so lovely. Because, sometimes it is easier to be mopey than cheerie and you can't not be cheerie when the whole dining hall is singing and clapping because it happens to be the anniversary of the day you were born, and it's the little things like this that make me like the human race.


Every continent, every culture, everyone has their own thing for birthdays. I pray that that never stops.



Over and out, homies.

Apathy should be my middle name...

Apathy means, really, to be lacking an interest or enthusiasm. Which, I am. In so, so many aspects of my existence, not to sound all "woe is me" or anything..

Being a teenage girl, the amount of bitching and gossip and rumours and crap and melodrama I have to contend with is getting beyond a joke. My own circle of homies aside, walking down a corridor has become walking through a tunnel of "did you hear what she did?!", "but, she thinks you're a cow but I wasn't meant to say anything" and-my personal favourite-"she's a stuck up bitch" which on my daily walk to English I don't really care for. It is so tiring and so boring that now, I've reached a point of not really caring. I hear things, I listen, might comment or just agree because it's easiest but am I that bothered? No.

There are way, way bigger fish that need frying and I dont want to waste the oil.

Nor can I justify it, how is spending your lesson texting the girl next to you about how far you went with a guy or what she said to her a positive use of anyones time? But maybe, I'm just bitter because I'm tired and have coursework due tomorrow.


I'm apathetic about feeling apathetic. Or maybe , I'm bored. Could well be a combination of both. Hm. I often wonder if it's just me that gets like this? Or if everyone else does too. I hope, for my own sanity, it isn't just me. And, for the record, I'm a gossip, it's fine, I was just saying and not being massively hypocritical. I dont like doing it but I do and we all do and that's life and life can suck. :D




o&o blossoms.

Pet names, heheh.

I really do enjoy a good petname. You might have guessed that from the name of my blog.

I suppose this is like the MIC thing, you either love them or you think they're ridiculous. I, personally, love them.


I have an annoying tendency to whip out "flower", "sweetness", "kitten" regardless of people wanting me to or not. I have to try and restrain myself when talking to strangers, I wouldn't want to appear freakishly forward by calling a new person "sweetpea"..

Don't you think it's nice when someone drops in a "flower" at the end of a question? Yes? Good, good. I do. Makes everything a lot more personal, I do it all the time at work and I think people like me for it. Or just think I'm weird, which in all fairness I am, and that's fine. I think I'd be bored because the world would be such a quiet place if there was no quirkiness.



Anyway, before this takes a turn for the deep.. Over and out, sugarplum.