The Cutie Cartoonist

Well they guy who smells good hasn't left, he returned today. I didn't really notice him too much; I was busy paying attention to this cartoonist who is about nineteen. He is so adorable, and I say that in a masculine, adorable way. He helps out at my school sometimes, I wouldn't mind if he helped out all the time. He is so nice, and has this nerdy cuteness to him, actually he reminds me of Spencer Reed from 'Criminal Minds' you know nerdy, but you can't help but love him. I am sort of a bitch to people, and I try really hard not to be. My best friends brother, who is nine years older than me, had a argument with me today because I am not afraid to stand up for myself and if people are pissing me off I let them know about it. So I hope I wasn't mean to cutie cartoonist, because honestly I think he is too shy to handle it. I don't think I acted very interested when I spoke to him today, I mean he was talking to me acting all interested and I stood there saying "yeah I agree, blah blah blah," like I didn't care, and now I feel all stupid because I think he is so cute and stupid idiot me had to act like I wasn't interested. Oh great, can I get more ridiculous? Sheesh, soon I will have to be taken away be the men in white coats for being pathetic. I don't know what it is with me and the cute nerds; I am just so attracted to the shy. Maybe it is because I am so talkative and loud that I like those who are quite, as long as they can put an intelligent argument, well then I swoon.


Anyway I will get past this stupidness and speak about secret of the week...

I really like this secret, isn't it nice? I mean it is true. I don't think I can say much more to this secret as it is pretty self explanatory.

The Book for this week, well I am happy to be reading like a normal person, well a normal Amanda. So this week the author is...

                                  

Yes Nora Roberts, sorry to say she isn't as good a romance novelist as Susan Elizabeth Phillips, but she is good. I am currently reading the second quartet and just want to finish it so I can see what happens with Laurel, the character I actually like. The first two characters Mac and Emma I didn't really like so the books bored me, but I like Laurel and I already picked who I thought she should be within the first book, and I know I am right, which makes me just want to read it more. So the author for this week is Nora Roberts.

The music, a toughie again, I still can't seem to get over how brilliant Brendan James is to pick a band I absolutely love. So I have searched and I think this week is going to be...

 Jens Lekman is the singer of the week, he is a indie music singer and his music is odd. He has a nice sound, and lovely lips, his music is interesting. Anyway so he is the singer of the week.

Here is to cuite nerds, who are shy and don't know how cute they are, or how steamin I find them. Here is to explanitory secrets, great books, and a different sound. That is it for today. 

The Fake Wedding

I am not sure how many little girls dress up and pretend to get married; it seems to be a dream. I don't remember ever doing it though. I remember playing shops, and going shopping at a fake Franklin's, I remember playing teachers and students, but I cannot remember playing fake wedding. I know many girls that dreamed about getting married, the dress they would wear, the man that would be at their side, the bride's maid’s dresses, and the flowers. I don't have any memory of craving any of it, I still don't today. I can't see myself in a big white dress with bride’s maids and a tacky reception. It depresses me a little that I didn't have common little girl fantasies. Cinderella wasn't my favourite story, I liked sleeping beauty and snow white, but my favourite fairytale was Rumpelstiltskin, Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood. I thought about being a mum as a little girl, I didn't think about marriage. I remember when I was about thirteen I thought, maybe for the first time, about my wedding and the only thought I had was that the wedding dress I wore wouldn't be white. Now I think about wedding because of my sisters, and I know that I would rather just go to a Vegas chapel, quick simple and honeymoon joined into one. I don't think the perfect wedding determines the perfect marriage, if you are happy what is wrong with having a small wedding? I mean when it comes down to it all that matters is how much love you share for each other. I don't believe love is material; a 20 cent ring proposal is still a proposal. I think the thought is everything, money does not buy love or happiness, and if it did the world would be more shallow and superficial then it already is. Loving somebody is about having them, not about a three-thousand dollar engagement ring a fifty-thousand dollar wedding, being happy is all that matters, the whole world doesn't need to know that for a day, they should see it when you walk hand-in-hand down the street together.

Smells Continued / That time of the week

Well First of all I could cry, I have a feeling the guy that smells great has left my school forever. *SIGH*, I am going to have to put up with stinky guys for the rest of my life, well so it seems. And not all guys who wear cologne smell good, yuck especially not my business teacher he looks like he has been blasted with water half the time, and believe me it isn't water, more like sweat! Life can really suck ass. 

Yes it is that time off the week again, Secret time. The winner this week goes to...

This is sweet and sad at the same time. I think this guy should tell her his name, honestly what would the harm be? The fact that the only person who notices him doesn’t know his name is what makes it so sad. Time to go out and make friends, it isn't hard, well maybe for me it isn't hard. I am more confident than a lot of my friends, so I am the person who has made the friendship, sometime all you have to say is, 'Hi, my name is ...' and people will generally tell you there name. Small talk is easy and if you have trouble search the net. Honestly the net is good for everything.

So now for the book of the week, this week it is difficult, I usually have a few new authors but I have been so busy with school I haven't really had a chance to read anything new, and because last week I doubledup authors it very difficult. I have decided to go back to the author who inspired me to be a writer when I am older, and I guess when I write what author gave me inspiration I will have to answer...

                                            

Yes Sarah Dessen, if you haven't heard of her shame on you! Just kidding, but she is my favourite young adult romance author. 'Just Listen' was the first book of her I read and it is my favourite. The name Owen is what I want to call my son. Great author and book. 

Song of the week, again I have been so busy and my internet is lagging so unfortunately no new music, it isn't like any singer would be better then Brendan James though. Any way I have been watching the first season of Glee on and off. Rachel sung this song to Will and I remembered it from my childhood and had to listen to the whole song so... 

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Yes the song is Jennifer Paige's 'Crush, how sad for me. I know all the lyrics to this song without meaning to, and I happen to be love karaoke, so I can't help but to sing along.

I am going to add another new segment to my 'That Time of The Week' which is now going to be a quote.

There's an old saying what you don't know can't hurt you. But is that really true? Or can the things not said today haunt you tomorrow? Everyone knows the truth can be painful. But it can also set you free. It's a risk you take whenever you open yourself up to someone. I, for one, think that honesty is worth it. And who knows? You just might be pleasantly surprised.

(Men in Trees – Marin)

That is it for this weeks, 'That Time of The Week'.

The Human Scent

Well I have to say that today wasn't too bad a day. I mean apart from my mother being a massive pain in the ass, it was pretty good. I don't really want to live with my mum for much longer, she is making me really depressed and I feel like it is my fault that she doesn't have any money and she hasn't done anything with her life, like it is mine and Jane's fault that she decided to have us. Yeah right, if I had a choice I really don't think I would have chosen to have a mother who is so hot and cold all the time. One minute she is happy and the next she is full on menopausal, bitch mode. I have had enough; I really want to be a live-in at UNI. *SIGH* she really gives me a headache.

Anyway, so now that I have vented I can talk about the topic smell. Has anyone ever been around someone who smells so good that all you want to do it follow them? Okay well maybe it isn't that strong, but there is this guy in my grade. I usually don't think twice about the guys in my grade, they are too immature. But this guy, last year on his first day of school we had this seating plan and he was planned to sit next to me. I didn't really care to much, I mean he was just some random new guy and I was already sitting next to two idiot guys and I really didn't think anything of one more. So he sat next to me and I have to admit it was the first time someone my age had ever smelt so good. He didn't just smell clean, he smelt musky like he was wearing a really expensive aftershave. I couldn't get enough of that smell. I have smelt this same guy many times and yet I have become so use to the addictive sent that I barely even notice it. Today though, I was cooking for a large majority of the day so I had the smell of food all around me. I walked past him and his cologne made me bite my lip, it was so powerful that I thought if there was one guy in my school who could get me to notice them, it would be him. He isn't bad looking, sure he isn't the best looking guy in my grade or even in the grade above mine, but he has a nice face and I really hope that he keeps smelling so great, he is the only guy I know of who has never smelt bad, always clean like he looks after himself.

It helps that his little brother is a cutie-pie who thinks the world of his older brother, which I assume means he is a decent guy.

But it got me thinking, I haven't really spoken to any of my friends about it so I am not sure if they feel the same way about how he smells. I mean maybe it is just me who likes that smell and maybe my friends like a completely different smell. I know for a fact that I have smelt guys who stink like you wouldn't believe and my friends don't seem to agree, considering they have some attraction to the guy.

I have never really been one to go for looks though, I mean I say a guy is good looking and my standards of good looking are usually tougher than my friends, I think that may be because looks don't really attract me as much as personality and how comfortable I feel around a guy. My sister's fiancé’s best friend is one of the nicest guys I have met, I think he is extremely funny and I don't mind being around him. He isn't good looking, and I am not saying that to be mean, it is just the truth, he is big, sometimes sweaty and has a squished in face. His personality wins though. If he looked like he does and had no sense of humour at all I wouldn't like him, but he is so funny that women are attracted to him. Looks, to me don't really count for too much, I think people have to learn that image is not everything, I fall for guys who were slapped with the ugly stick and slapped with the great sense of humour stick. It sounds horrible, but when you look past the appearance of people, when you see into their heart and soul you usually find something more, maybe it is something that no one else sees or understands, or maybe it is something that the whole world sees but you are the only person who has the privilege of experiencing it.

People can change who you are, if you constantly judge people by how they look, how can you expect people to judge you any differently? Nobody is perfect, no one, they may look perfect, they may act perfect, but they have flaws. They struggle, because everyone struggle's. Sometime people need to grow up; they need to see you for you. Until you learn to close your eyes and smell someone, or hear what someone has to say, reach their soul you don't know who they are and never will.

Just to add at the last minute, ehh, my friends are such little sluts... I am really not sure I want to be friends with them anymore. Friendship sometimes sucks! How do you decide what to do, is it easier to just stop being friends or to stay friends even though they are a bad influence on you. I am smart, I don't follow my friends, I don't feel the need to get drunk and make-out with any guy I see. I am the prude in my friendship, they all know it and i hate it sometimes, but I just wish they could worry about themselves so I wouldn't have to. I think sometimes it would just be better to not have any...

Too Long

Well I am a little annoyed that I haven't really posted anything for a while. I need to get back into a regular routine, but with school work I am finding it to be really difficult. This week I am going to double up on favourites for the week, so that I can kill two birds with one stone.

Secrets are...

This secret was a favourite of last weeks, I think that the teacher shouldn't feel like a failure. For some people it is hard not to have grammar and punctuation mistakes. I have practiced for years to have good grammar and punctuation and I still have heaps of difficulty. I honestly believe that sometimes, no matter how good the teacher is you can still have trouble learning certain things. I think that the person who wrote this should be proud that they helped someone to believe in themself, they have made a valuable impact on someone's life and isn't that what should be worth something more than a grammatical error?

The next secret is argued with an idiot. I guess it just seemed like something worth learning...

Books...

I am currently reading Shanna Swendson 'Once Upon Stilettos' The first book Enchanted Inc. is really good. I was happy that it wasn't a vampire book, or the spooky fairy books, it was really original and very worth reading.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips would have to be one of my favourite authors, she is an amazing writer. Her books are romance novels, I have only read a few of her 'Chicago Stars' books and 'Ain't She Sweet?' and yet I can't get enough. If I could buy all her books I would, and maybe I would have a little shrine in my book case for them. I love this author and can't wait to buy more of her books to read. Cheers Susan for making your books so addictive that I forget to do my home work and end up staying up to two in the morning to get it done. 

Music:

I have had some issues with music lately, Jane wanted me to find some songs for her wedding and instead I found...

The Bombshell Brendan James, he has the whole package, he is HOT!, has an AMAZING! voice and his music is FANTASTIC! (he sings wonderfully live, better then his album, how weird is that?). I have no idea how I came across him, all I know is that one of his songs is called 'Stupid For Your Love' and I played it and suddenly I became 'Stupid' for Brendan James.

After speaking about a musician like Brendan James it is hard to choose another amazing singer, so I am sorry to say this singer isn't as good and Brendan James, but I don't know who is...

This guy has a nice enough voice but honestly he looks to 'boy band' for me. No he is a good singer, hasn't made it too big yet, but I guess he will. I am still so caught up in Brendan James to really like any other singer/ band as much as I may have before, I guess Brendan James is the whole package in my eyes.

Movie:

This is the first time I have spoken about my movie of the week, but I thought maybe movie of the month may be a better idea, considering I don't watch too many movies. So this month it is...

This movie is really sweet, I like Sandra Bullock as an actress and Harry Conick Jr. is a spunk, even if he is old. At the beginning of this movie I yelled at the screen at how wrong some reality TV shows can be. At the end though it is really worth the beginning wrongness. Small town girl, screwed over by small town hubby, what else can go wrong?

Well That is it for my weekly like list...

change

In art we are doing a term on transitions, and there were only a few things I could come up with, evolution, movement and change. But when I was thinking about change I wasn't thinking about the change from one state to another. I was thinking about human change. The change that we may or may not go through, so I am obviously not talking about growth. When you are kids there is someone in your life who is there to help you grow, to become teenagers and ultimately the adults you will be. So if you don't have a stable home environment does that change who you could potentially be? I think it does.

The other day I was on my way home from school, usually when I am on my bus I have my iPod in my ears so I don't have to listen to any of the crap going on around me. I was listening to music like always, and like always some of what the people on the bus were saying was seeping into my ears. And what I could hear was the F word and the C word, the most foul swear word. So I think anyway. I tried my hardest not to listen, turned my music up as loud as it would go, but sometime that doesn't work.

They are harmless, they are all talk, but the talk really annoys me. There is this really massive guy who is doing his third year of grade 12 and he thinks he is a big man. He says things like he would be home masturbating if he wasn't on this bus and talks about porn and other foul things. He gets the other guys started up, makes them act like big men (or so they think).

They were talking about this girl who was so fat that she jiggled (their words not mine). The thing is though, is that the main guy is huge himself, like needs to lose about 80kg overweight. It pisses me off when people that big think they have a right to judge other people for being too heavy.

The behaviour of this guy and all the others on the bus like him, even some girls, makes me wonder how bad their home life is. What they have grown up with, the language, physical abuse, mental abuse. Some kids don't even shower and this really grosses me out. When a guy’s hair is dirty I wonder how lazy they are, or how dirty their skin may be. All a guy has to do to wash his hair is run a bar of soap through it, like he would the rest of his body a minute at the most.

I feel as if their parents don't love them, they haven't raised they kids right and in not doing so they have helped to make an adult similar to themselves. I feel that the world is wrong, in that someone who cannot raise their children right is able to have kids, and women who would be the best mothers possible aren't able to have kids.

There is one family on my bus that gives me some hope, these two little girls have a mother who either goes on the bus with them or waits at the bus stop for them. As soon as her kids see her, the automatically are happy and can't help but tell her about their day. I can see the love and care that is shared between them and I feel as if all mothers should be like this. All parents should love their kids so much that the child is close to them.

I just wish that people would be better role models to their kids, because that is where I believe it starts. I don't know where I would be if my mum wasn't good to me, maybe I would be like those kids on my bus, or maybe I would be the same person I am today (I doubt). Either way I know which I would choose or I know what I will one day want for my kids. Love is really the most important thing, isn't it?

Weddings/ Family

Well Jane is getting married next year and I am her maid of honour. She finally moved out of home a few months ago and she called our mum today telling her that she wants to move back home with her partner. I am not entirely happy about this, but I am also not really annoyed. I miss her, I hate speaking to her over the phone and everytime I see her these days she is around her new family. It isn't that I don't like them or anything, it is just that they aren't my family. I miss Jane waking me up in the morning and annoying me, just so she can tell me something that she thinks is important. Sure she can be a bitch-from-hell, but she she is still my sister and no matter what I will always class her as my bestfriend, even when I think I can get rid of all my friends and be happy, I don't include Janie in my thoughts. 

Okay enough of me and my loving sister moment I need to pick my Secret of the week, this week it is...  

I chose this secret because well it isn't really a secret to me, I love my mum. I think she is amazing and itis fitting to have this secret around mothers day. Just beautiful.

Okay well I am off to bed. I will update later, but it is late and I am very tired *yawn*... so happy it is friday tomorrow, a day or two without school.

Last Week

Okay well obviously it has been over a week since my last likes of the week. My internet was lagging and I had to disconnected for a few days, and now it is all up and working again. So the Post Secret for this week (meaning last week) is...

I think this secret speaks for itself. The first sentece could mean a partner a job or a carrer, that is chased and in the end isn't worth all your time. the second sentence could mean cheating for money, life, love or a carrer, but you will resent yourself for it. the third sentence I don't think just means stealing in the sense of stealing money or clothes or whatever, I think it means any form of stealing, a heart, a soul anything. The second last sentence, is bitter sweet, I mean it says the thing you work hard for may become the sweetest thing in life. There are no garentees. The last sentence is the anonamous person's feeling. They did all the wrong things to lead to the right thing. This postcard is really a warning, someone using there experiences to help a bunch of strangers. I am not sure how many people have been saved by people who send in postcards... it is really a great thing.

My author/ authors of last week is...     

                               

P.C. and Kristin Cast's "House of Night" Novels. I am currently reading book 5 which is called Hunted. It was funny how after reading Rechelle Mead's "Vampire Academy" sereis my friend talked me into reading another vampire series and honset-to-God, I like this series just as much. I have been addicted, I have read at least one a day... so it is fitting that last weeks novels would be by the Cast gang. Well here is a big cheers again for making vampire novels so originally good both Cast girls and Rechelle Mead.

My song/ artist from last week is a hard one. You see Glee is brilliant but they really do cover versions from other songs, even though they are usually just as good or better than the originals. So I can't really pick the cats of Glee so the winner for last week is...

                               

The Weepies, perfect name for a band that's music makes me sorta want to weep, in a good way though. It is Folk music, I like all types of music, except for scremo (and some techno and dance) eesh, I can't stand screemo, it isn't singing and I don't know why is clast as heavy metal!! Anyway folk music is calming and I can fall asleep to it. So here is a

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta listen to you, I've gotta hear you.

(Gotta Have you)
I just changed up the lyrics a bit.