After recently acting as the universes mouth piece for others, today it threw me a bone. I did not intentionally search for it like ancient artifacts or dinosaur bones, but rather was bombarded and overwhelmed with wisdom.
Sadly it told me any misfortune and failure was my own and not the product of an objective source (ie fate, God smiting me, a curse). Also that the indecision and abandon I applied to such outcomes were unjust and probably made things worse.
Hence, with anything, there are two sides to this coin we must consider.

HEADS: we have the power to direct everything we come into contact with and potentially posses. Practice making your hands do exactly what your brain tells it to do, and think about what you want then literally tell yourself to go and get it. This is a major breakthrough that justifies every addicts doctrine of "I swear I can stop anytime, I just don't want to." Heads tells us, yes you can! Truer words were never spoken, because you are the master of your very own self.
However, you also need to practice being really determined and decisive which is, like anything worth working toward, a tricky discipline to master.

TAILS: Get ready for your liberated self to be cut off at the knees, because Hi! Here comes a massive load of responsibility and realization that you have been living like an ambition paraplegic. Forget the days were you could type FML and receive sympathy for the scornful actions of the unfair universe. Now, with this knowledge, you are the destructive force dampening everything for yourself. That Grey cloud that is constantly hanging around threatening to rain on your parade actually is held by a string. That cute neighbor that still hasn't come knocking on your door with a wet T-shirt asking for a cup of sugar not as a result of fates cruel twists but, just because.
No doubt it takes two to tango, but the moves currently being busted on the dance floor are wayward, out of time and being led by a force that, frankly, could not care less. Take uncertainty by the hand and whisper in its ear everything you want. Maybe get it drunk and take advantage of it, whatever works for you.

All in all, with this discovery that has perhaps been blatently obvious to everyone but me, I fear I do not have the stamina to be the decisive and driven person. It takes a man to face the fact that bad things don't happen to happy people, life sometimes impinges on their constant contentment but the real disasters only happen to those who complain and spend a lot of time at home doing unproductive things.

Try and look at life for what it really is, not a paint by numbers or a game of roulette. The only thing controlled by external fortunes is at what point in time the wheel of fortune turns, but we have the power to guess and letter and win the word, take home a prize and pick up the letter spinner girl.

You know what they say... they're just jealous xx

Courtship wreck

Hi Skinny Minnies,
So anyway its formal coming up soon. Thats right, the fake tanned, false eye lashed monster that dominates day dreams of all year 12 girls. Possibly boys as well. Though in an unfortunate twist of fate my formal fantasies are not butterflies and anxious sublimity that resonates with formal.
Its a bit more like, shit. Shit as in shit I have no date.
This allows me, due to the increased 'independent' time on my hands, to ponder the question of the importance of formal (or prom) dates. Its human nature that draws people to one another, loneliness is probably the worst of the human conditions and hence why sociopath criminals are sent to drive themselves insane in solitary. Yet here I am, without a criminal record or an obvious and abnormal growth on my face and still without a partner.
Where to point the finger of blame? I suspect it is not a demand for males, as the majority of male population at my school remain stag. Similarly I doubt there are many who are "shy" or omit the social obligation to ASK someone. I fear, the real fault is the deterioration of this (now) pseudo necessity. The boys always ask the girls and thats the way it goes. This is unrelated to chivalry and not a marriage proposal, so what deters contemporary males from 'doing the deed'? Fear? Friends? Or the females themselves?
A phobia of rejection as a possible cause. Yes, it can be granted as an understandable source of negativity, but when remedied with logic proves irrational and textbook behavior of a pussy. Boys, imagine girls like spiders, more scared of [asking] you, than you are of it. Yep. This remains true and valid even after overhearing that sisterhood declaration of going all together as "friends", without dates and still managing to have an awesome night. Because, 9 times out of 10, things like that are LIES.
Girls need boys to have fun at events specifically designated for partners. Its like going to a pool party without your bathers. pointless, degrading and overall and unnecessary downer for the others. Even if there are 5 girls on the sidelines and seem as if they are all strategically partner less. They will shuffle around that venue with led feet.
If you are not a prick you can brace yourself for a big fat YES.
...One down, 2 to go.
The 'bros before hoes' friendship complex, this does puzzle me I must admit. Though I feel the immature antics of drunken boys obsessed with football may shed some light. Sources tell me of a "draft", wherein boys rank girls according to how hot they are, then allocate which boy has dibs on perusing the top, then the rest are allocated in succession. Although out of context, maybe this same technique is applied to potential formal dates?
Finally, the females. Is our condition the result of a terrible fault inherent in our own kind? Are we too picky and don't we smile enough? Despite being resolutely on the fence as each case study has a specific situation that is necessary to accommodate I believe it is us girls who deepen the chasm between dated and dateless. Tick too picky. Tick stand-offish. Tick intimidating. And this observation is made being one of the kind.

The upshot of all this is, single ladies don't despair. Although one is undoubtedly the loneliest number, it is probably the most common. I don't know how fun your formal might be as a single digit, but to avoid this try channeling all your negative energy into emitting positive vibes and smiling more. A bit of cleavage cant hurt either. Boys, lets not wait around for conscription.

In any case, Miu Miu has some supersexyminx heels circulating the catwalks that are worthy of your most potent and intense envy. But these are things you ladies can work toward. Don't give up dreams or day jobs... with the right price you can have both!
You know what they say... they're just jelous xx

Something to look forward to...

Sometimes high heels and Highschool feel like the end of the world.
At the moment I will agree with that despite having an end to look forward to. So today, boys and girls, the real question is, why does our generation live pre-Enlightenment and believe the earth is a flat asphalt surface, perhaps akin to a basketball court with imprisoning lockers? Us who are supposedly (hopefully) edging society further and further away from convention and dreaded conformity are actually jumping into the laps of others we despise yet inadvertently worship to make these days eclipse our brutal teenage angst. As much as we may choose to deny this, the question still remains. I know this, because of the people who behind the alias of a FB profile claim to be indifferent to school yard bullying and rumors as they leave the school.
Highschool is pain. Let us consult the seven stages of grief...
1) Shock and denial. As above
2) Pain and guilt. For our actions - highschool has been known to break individuals down to a ductile and placid state of compliance
3)Anger and bargaining - classic teenage rebellion.
4)Depression, reflection and loneliness. " I worked out that I can buy 4 liters of goon for $20..."
5)The upward turn. Exams are over, light is seen, that biatch you hate god wasted and macked on with some loser.
6)Reconstruction and working through. Your adolescent blindfold is removed. You discover the earth is of spherical nature and adjust your outlook accordingly.
7)Acceptance and hope. Its over. You've made it out with relatively inconspicuous emotional scarring but all in all it was a generally character building experience.
... Perhaps after crossing over it was not so bad after all! Kanye West tells us " that that that don't kill me, only makes me stronger" and to confirm this we can consult any American rite-of-passage film that will no doubt depict a wayward highschooler with a Disney ending.
This, it seems is the way adolescence should be viewed and not as some mortifying coming of age necessity. I'll be the first to put my hand up to killing off the whinging, puffy eyed and boy crazy version of myself, however being in my last year I will lament the loss of riveting school yard drama and the infinite debate of who copied who's hairstyle first and a cute uniform.
Therefore, comrades, let us refrain from throwing ourselves on the floor like eight year old's when the wheel of fortune doesn't turn our way and instead try to look older than our ages until we turn 18 and can speed away leaving highschool to bite our dust.

On an unrelated note, apparently Taylor Momsen is leaving her character Jenny on Gossip Girl to focus on her singing. Why oh why would she jeopardize her popularity like that? Lest we forget those who have fallen from the prestigious A-List or at least permanently wounded their cred after tampering with fame and fluctuating from screen to song. Li-Lo, Miss Duff, Miss Holly Valance, Mrs Johanson. Taylor, we understand you are a rebel and do not want to be considered a role model, but it is not necessary to walk a haunted route to prove your point. Lets not be hasty.








You know what they say, they are just jealous xx