And Later That Night...

So, just got a text from lex. She's really sick. As in had to spend a copple of hours at the hospital under observation incase what she had was life threatening.

Anyway, basically I've done what I always seem to do, and totally put myself out for her. I've taken a couple of hours off work tomorrow so I can run around between work and her coaching engagements, trying to fit it in in the hours off and my break, so that she can stay in bed for another day and get some rest. I mean, that's what I do for people, no matter how mad at them I am I still feel responsible for being there for them when they need help.

But sometimes I think that I'm there to catch her a little too often, and when the tables are turned she's not there for me. She didn't even stay at the end of my birthday party, she said she would because I was going back to an empty house after we'd been clubbing and she knows how much I hate staying on my own, but then she ended up taking a taxi from town to her boyfriends. I was soo angry about that for weeks.

Anyway, I'm so not looking forward to tomorrow, I don't know if i'll make it to the end of the day. The two classes she coaches at a local school will be the hardest, a whole bunch of moody teenagers who don't actually want to be there, but unfortunately PE is part of the curriculum. Bugger for them.

See? I am a nice person, I swear. Why do people go funny so easily and decide to completely shut me out?

Night night everybody.

Oh, you want a song?

I woke up thismorning, I suddenly realised
We're all in this together
I know you think about jumping ship before it sinks
But we're all in this together
Ask a scientist, it's quantam physics
We're all in this together
On the subway we feel like strangers
But we're all in this together
Yeah I love you and you love her and she loves him
And we're all in this together

Hint, hint.

Laughing All The Way To Monday

What a waste of a three day weekend.

I didn't go to training, instead went to the mall and brought that cool CD that was playing in the hairdressers. We went and saw Scary Movie 4, which was unfortunately the worst Scary Movie EVER but Conchita made it worth it. She gets thrown around a lot in that movie and it's pretty funny. Her expressions and shrieking are fantastic, they're classic.

I text Alexa to say I wasn't coming, and she wasn't incredibly impressed because she had a lot of info for me or something. I got a whole lecture on how I had to meet her in the middle, she couldn't help me if I didn't help myself or whatever. We had a bit of a heated discussion and decided we'd catch up on Saturday and sort all the crap out.

Anyway, so after the movie Millie remembers she has some of her brothers weed in her sock drawer, and so we end up parked at the top of a hill, surrounded by empty lots and smoking pot. Well, she smoked it, though I had a couple of puffs for lack of something better to do than sit round and wait for the smell to sink into my new top. Now I've smoked weed before, and it's never really appealed to me. I realy don't see the point. I'd rather drink alcohol. It's legal, tastes better, doesn't burn your throat (well, depending on what you drink...) and it doesn't make your clothes smell. And I have a hell of a better time when I'm drinking than if I'm smoking pot. We haven't done it since a year or so ago when we were at school, I guess we just returned to the past for a couple of hours.

So Saturday I bummed around the house and waited for lex to text when she'd finished work. I didn't hear from her. Eventually I decided I wasn't waiting around, so me and Millz went out to a club. Interesting night. We ran into this guy who I really like, but it's complicated. See, when I drink or am around a guy in a group situation, I'm sweet as. I talk lots, I'm bubbly and totally confident. As soon as it's just me and the guy, I freak out. I don't know what it is. I suddenly turn painfully shy and want nothing more than to go to bed and hide in my room for the rest of my life. It's totally strange. He said we should catch up, go see a movie or something, and I was like 'well, sure.' But whenever I think about it my stomach turns and I just want to move to Rio or some tiny country and not have to deal with it at all. And millz, who has a steady boyfriend, was getting really close to this guy who just broke up with one of lex's mates (on a side note, lex and millie 'have a strong dislike' for each other), and it was really odd. I remember thinking 'we are so going to regret this night tomorrow.' And, well, what do you know. At the end of the night millie was hurrying me to find a taxi but I wanted to wait and take one with that guy and his mates. I think she thought we were gonna miss out. Anyway eventually we all took a taxi together and as me and her walked down the road to her house from where we got dropped off she walked in front of me the whole way and wouldn't say a word. She dropped me off at mine and I was like 'If you don't tell me what your problem is, I can't apologise' and she just muttered something and got in her car.

So now pretty much nobody is talking to me. I was feeling slightly hangoverish this morning so I had another lazy day, ate nothing but cheese on toast and drunk tons of water and half expected Lex to text me, but again, no. Who's meeting who in the middle, here. I was so anoyed at myself for not accomplishing anything this weekend that I've spent the past 5 or 6 hours on the computer trying to get AS-R.org up, and it finally is!!!! YAY! So I am good for something.

You can check it out here: www.annasophia-robb.org.

Jessica over at swimchick.net was talking about anoying sibblings. Like when they knock on the door of the bathroom and ask 'what are you doing?' As she pointed out, what do they think you're doing? I mean...what the hell are they getting up to in bathrooms if they're wondering what you're doing...?

Three days off! You're sooo lucky.
Mmmm, right. I'm laughing all the way to Monday.

Where'd you go
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone
Please come back home
Fort Minor

Conchita On My Mind

Well, I decided to not go training. I really can't be arsed pretending eveyrthings fine and dandy when I'm screaming mad at her. It starts in half an hour and I'll text her just after it starts to let her know I'm not coming (otherwise she'll be REALLY mad) but I won't say why. I am sick so it wouldn't be a lie to say thats why, but I'm going out with millz and we're going to shop and see SCARY MOVIE 4 (finally!!!) so I don't think that's applicable. I had a strange dream in which I got to see the preview for the Season 3 4400 promos and they had a whole Conchita/Diana scene and her acting was amazing! So I've kinda had Conchita on my mind today! The result of which is I've made a set of 12 Conchita Icons, which you can check out below.

This song is by Anna Nalick, I was just listening to it on tv before. It's one of those songs that make you think about your own life. Go find a way of listening to it!

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

Well I have to go straighten my hair and get ready. I am really, really hoping this doesn't get blown way out of proportion.

Fingers crossed.

Quick, Bob, Get The Kids In The Minivan

Okay, will attempt to recreate my previous blog. But alas, lightening never strikes twice.

Ick, I'm sick. Yes, yes, 'I'm a poet', etc. Oooh, got a haircut. It's the whole blonde on top/brown underneath thing which my good mate Megz thinks is totally slutty. But I digress. The hairdresser was really lovely, I'm so happy I finally found a hairdresser I'm comfortable with. I'm really funny about people messing with my hair! They had a really cool CD playing too, and she wrote down the name for me. It had some wicked dance tracks, including one I heard once at a competition and have been looking for it for months now. The CD was called 'Wild Weekends' or something. Soundtrack to my life ;)

My brother is now almost as regular on his lil' Halo 2 boards as I am on Enchanting Starz, Stardom Secured, and my other internet haunts. He thinks he's the shizz with photoshop and signatures. Yet not 10 minutes ago I was explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with the 04b_18 font, but you have to change the size, write in caps and use the stroke effect to make it look like the picture, mister. Read the tutorial instructions. And why is your eraser erasing purple? Because your image is the background. Make it the new layer, so your background will be transperant. Shame, I win. I know something about computers he doesn't. Actually, more than one thing, but he'd never admit that so it's fighting a loosing battle to prove it to him. Probably almost killed him to ask for help, so I probably shouldn't exploit that. And yet, I have to use what little I have to lorde over him whenever possible. So is life.

Woohoo, I have the next three days off work! And I was talking to my boss, who reckons I could work in the USA for a year. The gym I work at is a franchise, and theres hundreds of them in the States. So hopefully the american dude that came over to help us set up the gym could get me a job at a gym in LA and sort out my work visa, and I can live in the states for a year. How fantastic would that be! I'd be glad to leave everything here behind, for sure. What a dream.

I'm thinking of getting a new layout and name for this blog. Especially a new name, since most of my 4400 stuff will be going to 4400fans since I'm blogging over there now aswell. Unfortunately I used up my good name on Global Disco, so I have to think of a nifty new name first. (Haha, nifty. It's back to the 1950's for you, my friend.')

I miss Gilmore Girls. Yes I know it's on here at the moment, but Lorelai and Rory just aren't the same. Get your acts together, ladies. What happened to the days of 'Oi with the poodles?'

Listening to: Madonna- Sorry. Seems to be kinda a theme at the moment. I know a person in particular who doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word. Mmmm, let me introduce you to Alexa. My coach/best friend (questionable). We both seem to have a lot of trouble saying it to each other, regardless of who is wrong. Infact I just checked my phone, and suprise, she still hasn't replied to my text. I wasn't sure whether I would go to training tomorrow, now I'm pretty sure I won't. I'll go shopping with Millie, thanks very much. She starts conversations then won't finish them. And especially at the moment, with this huge issue we have going on which we need to get SORTED. Oh, look, three day weekend. All the time in the world. So freakin make some time to sort it out, missy! I am so sick of all this shit. With friend's like these...

It's late and I'm sick, and I need to blow my nose (totally knew you wanted to know that), should be in bed. Still of two minds wether I will go to training. I'll regret it if I'm there, I know, but I'll also regret it if I don't go and it makes the situation worse. Just can't win. It's the mantra of being me.

I love Paris Gellar. Sarcasm is her protective shield, which is just like yours truly.

Paris: For example, I can instantly deduce that when someone hears the name Paris in the same sentence with the word date, jaws will drop, confused looks will cover faces, words like 'how' and 'why' and 'Quick, Bob, get the children in the minivan because the world is obviously coming to an end.' will immediately fly out of people's mouths.

Current Mood- Not Recognised

I just deleted the whole freakin thing I just wrote out. I got a new mood thingie. Well it's currently on F***ED OFF.
What do you mean 'error' ? How can that mood be not available?? Why not?!

Right, Pirate Talk!

Theres something oddly humbling about the last bus of the day. Everyone seems to knows each other, or atleast be able to relate. Everyone just wants to get home. There's a storm coming, people mutter to each other about wanting to make it inside before the rain. The bus driver greets everyone as if she knows them personally, and in a way, she does. She's seen them board the bus every morning at 7am, knows they've had a long day just like she has. And for the 40 minutes or so the ride takes, everybody's lives have merged together, even if just for a fraction of their life.

The 4400 are definately coming. There's what, 31 days to go? Although it seems a life time, be glad we haven't just seen the last episode of Season 2, not knowing if we'll ever see what happens next. We have to wait how long?

Oh, I made something to show you. If you go here, you can download a little video I made on the Mac. It's a Season 3 'promo' I made, since we're yet to see one. It features the Maia storyline spoilers have outlined.

You read it here first folks. Miracles has had an Extreme Makeover. New name, new look, new Miracles. You can vist the new site (at the same adress), which is now called Global Disco.

Listening to: Half Light by Athlete
My head crashed down
Air condition myself to sleep
The great night out
That will continue to the end of the week
And all that I've seen, means nothing to me
Without you
So when I see you next, we'll make the most of it
Tell the sun to start moving again


And to end, we shall quote Skye McCole Bartusiak;
...'Right, pirate talk! Ye catch on quick, for a land lover!... Really it's lubber? That makes no sense.'

See The Movie, Buy The T Shirt.

So I was reading someone elses blog and it was so hard to read because of all the UpPeRcAsInG and the spelng miistkas and I felt compelled to come on here and do some calm, peaceful, blogging. Not in relation to the hard-to-read blog, but has any one ever been to pink-flamingo.org? I swear that girl invented blogs. It's been there ever since I can remember. And hey, who doesn't love a pink flamingo.

Thankyou to all my commenters, it's always nice to know I'm not talking to empty cyberspace ;)

I can't get on my email at the moment (3$!@#$!) so apologies to anyone waiting for a reply or expecting an email!

I had to quit my Miracles mini-site :(. Although I mean I set up the site, so wether or not my mini-site is up is neither here nor there. There's still a list of fabulous designers to choose from, I'll just be concentrating on the running of Miracles itself.

I've had a fansite in the works for the past week or so, so hopefully now I'll have the chance to get it online. I finally have a domain name ready for it, I swear I went round in circles for freaking hours trying to register the darn thing. But it's working now. I think.

My childhood best friend is coming up tomorrow. She moved away about 4 years ago and we haven't seen each other in 2 or so years. I'm looking forward to seeing her, but then again, theres always that funny feeling you get when you meet up with someone from your past. You don't think you've changed much, but then you see yourself from the other persons eyes and it gives you a bit of a shock.

I just finished reading the third book in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Brilliant! I mean, Read the book, See the movie, Buy the Tshirt. Those girls are awesome.

Grrr I'm STARVING and I've already brushed my teeth so I can't do anything about it.

Hey I wanted to show you all a video I made. Go to http://www.enchantingstarz.com/index.php?showtopic=24004. It's a 4400 Season 3 trailer I made. Oh, hey, that was the main reason for this blog in the first place. I meant to say this blog is going to go more in a personal direction as I've been asked to join the Blog team over at 4400fans. Woop woop! Once I get in my EMAIL to reply, that is. I'll still be posting a lot of episode discussion etc once the show starts though, it wouldn't be a blog about me if there was no 4400 in it :) Speaking of which, what do you all think of the new official site. Pretty snazzy, huh. And Maia and Diana both went to the hairdressers of the winter, it seems.

So I'm out. Adios Amigos and all that jazz. I leave you with the latest South Park quote which we all got to see and American's didn't :D No hard feelings to Tom Cruise fans.

Police Officer: [to Tom Cruise] Tom Cruise, this is Park County police! Please come out of the closet. Everybody here just wants you to come out of the closet, Tom. Nobody's gonna be mad, everything's gonna be all right. Just come out of the closet.

Is it June 11 yet?

Not that it makes any difference to me. Living anywhere other then the US of A means we won't get the priveledge of seeing Season 3 till who knows when. But when it finally screens, you better believe you will all be subject to my rants and raves. Mwahaha.

But until then and possibly after I will give you the gift of hearing all about the trials and tribulations of being me. Plus you will be blessed with hearing any 4400 news I get possibly before a lot of other fans. Hear that? It's called bribery ;-)
I promise in the coming posts I will have lots of 4400 stuff for you, but for now I have other things in mind for this entry.

So here's my latest problem. A couple of monthes ago, a guy I had liked a long long time ago (lets call him Winthrop, Traveling Pants fans will get the reference) and myself had a long conversation about how we felt about each other. Problem is, he's currently dating my old/ex best friend, though he wasn't when we had our little chat.

The other day, I asked her if she wanted to catch up, and she came out with a bit about how she'd heard through a friend of Winthrop's that I had been hitting on him. No matter which way I tried to spin it to her she refused to believe that the 'hitting on' had been mutual, although I had considered it more of a general conversation than downright flirting, since I'd already had the lecture from my friends about how, if he'd done it to her, he'd do it to me. And I felt bad about comunicating with my friend's boyfriend, even though we don't really speak anymore.

She kept telling me he'd never shown an interest in me, and that he must have just been being polite. (Read between the lines: aren't you pathetic for thinking he liked you.)

Now, had a been 2 or 3 years younger, I would have forwarded her the texts I had on my phone from him to prove to her that he's not necessarily the most trustworthy guy. Believe me, they're not the most innocent texts. But now I'm not sure that's the right thing to do, or if she'd even believe me. I don't know if she really loves him or is just staying more for the comfort of a relationship. If she feels safe, who I am to try and break it up?

At the end of the day, Winthrop is the b***ard for making it out to his mate that I was the one doing the hitting on, and wasn't he just Mr Most Wanted. That's the one thing that makes me feel quite sick.

I was reading a piece of artwork on my wall today. It's a montage of a whole lot of those charming 'Happy Bunny' things. There was a piece of good advice there. Remember girls;

Boys lie and kind of smell.