Monday, December 8, 2008

You can't play our broken strings...

Aah... Love on the rocks, just like the famous and recent James Morisson song, "Broken Strings." Needless to say, and as much as I hate Nelly Fartado, [Fine I'll apologise! =( ], Sorry it's Nelly Furtado, the song is ultimately true. Something weird's happening lately with my sister, and I don't know what it is, all I know is that she and her boyfriend are publicly exposing their thoughts on their FaceBook status', and also the fact that I may get her earphone glue for her cellphone this Christmas, given the fact that her mobile sees more earwax than an earbud. Really. It's almost 24/7 glued to her ear. And also, Wicked may be experiencing, no scratch that, is experiencing some relationship issues with a close female internet pal of his, her boyfriend, and him. 'Nuff said.
Then there's the hormonal changes my parents seem to be experiencing, although they are way over their teenage years. Really, I know this sounds harsh, but after this whole dilemma with my sister and her boyfriend and my parents, it's like my dad puts the MEN in Menopause. However, given that my mother is a sententious and moody Leo, that's usually her job. ***Which is also why I owe thanks to Lady Vita and any other menopause tablets out there for women. I think this is the part where my dad realises he's getting old... Hence the moodiness. He should try some Lady Vita. Seriously, they'd call it, "Let-Go-Get-Old-Before-You-Croak-You-Stupid-Bloke", the menopause tablet for aging men. And now, I have an optometrist appointment tomorrow with my sister, to make sure that my 20-20 visioned eyes are still in tact, and to make sure that she clearly sees what she's dating: PURE JARED LETO. Nah, he's a cool BF I have to admit.

And today, he designed some cool emo shit for her, and she drew it on her bedroom wall, and we (me, her and Jared Leto) spent the morning messing our clothes and painting it pitch black, only to get swearing from our religious Hindu parents, as to why we're ruining our Hindu faith and name, and the fact that everyone thinks we believe in Satan and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and Voldemort and white trash music and how we're becoming westernized, all because I wanted the new Fall Out Boy album, and think that Darin Zanyar is hot. Really. So, now I don't know how she's going to do it, but my sister is going to have to remove the fresh black oil piant (Which isn't completely dry as we speak) before we leave for the coast this Saturday. But really. It looked awesome. No lies. And the Jack Skelington painting which she and her BF completed, has to be erased or varnished or stripped or whatever how you remove paint. I'd show you a picture, but she'd probably kill me for taking a picture of her room and putting it on the internet. By the way, we do eat beef, which does not in hell's name make sense if we're supposed to be devout Hindus and what not.

But I'll just keep quiet. I like my Big Mac' every now and then, you know. Oh, and I hope they open a Pop-Eye's chicken outlet here in South Africa. It looked so good on that episode of Desperate Housewives Season 2, where Gabrielle sat outside her house eating chicken on the front porch, when Carlos was on house arrest and couldn't come outside to stop her. Haha! Classic. Right, time to go people of this universe. =) ♥♥♥

"...You can't play our broken strings. You can't feel anything. That your heart don't want to feel. I can't tell you something that aint real. Oh the truth hurts. And lies worse. I can't like it anymore. And I love you a little less than before. Oh what are we doing. We are turning into dust. Playing house in the ruins of us. Running back through the fire. When there's nothing left to say. It's like chasing the very last train. When it's too late..." - James Morrison featuring Nelly Furtado, Broken Strings. ♥ This song!
Current Mood: Sizzling

Current Music: Touch My Hand by David Archuleta (And might I add what a cool song it is, with an upbeat rhythm!)

Quote Of The Day: “Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.” - Gerard Way, My Chemical Romance

Goodnight everybody. For once, I'm not blogging into the early hours of the morning. It's only 9:52 pm here in hot Summer South Africa. Enjoy your evening, or day, or morning, which ever time zone you're reading this. Mwah! Night! =) ♥♥♥ Lalala...
Oh! I almost forgot! I'm happy to add that Charlie Chick managed to get a pass from the Education Deaprtment, where my now-recent-strict dad suddenly started working there, saw her and told me blah blah who knows what about her failing and what what. But I defended her honour. We're going to that new school now, and I'm so proud of her! Mwah! Love you Charlie Chick!!! I'm so happy for you, doll. ☺☺☺