Phoebebees

People Who Don't Give a..

2011-01-25T18:04:00.004+01:00

Today's blog is about

People who just don't give a cock

I actually promised myself that I wouldn't swear (or at least keep it to a minimum) in this blog, but I'll make an exception for this post because THIS require epic cursing in order to express myself properly.

I'm gonna sound like an old Grandmother who blame society and its teenagers for her miserable life, but... here goes.

You see, I'm not talking about those who don’t care if the house is clean, if you get late for class or Global Warming. No, it’s those who don’t give a shit about important stuff. Like, keeping promises! Or actually making an effort when people are counting on you. Sacrifice a lil’ bit more of your time, because your friend wants to watch Pretty Woman yet again or… well, you get my point, right?

I’ve come across these people several times during these 6 months at my new school and there’s NOTHING you can do about it. It's usually in music class, where some people, just don't give a fuck.

What? Actually telling them they’re being complete dickmunchers? Hell no, you don’t want to be the røvhul for the rest of the year. So you just keep passive, maybe do an occasional “Oh man, we’re lazy bastards…” to sort of hint that you should actually do SOMETHING. You know, sorta push to someone else to say, "Yeah, let's get some work done!"

But nothing happens. Then, you start getting slightly desperate and try being a bit of a pusher, but a pusher with enthusiasm, so you won't be completely... well, pushy.

It’s sorta like this

But nothing happens. It ends up with 3 hours of 5 people playing each their instrument in random tunings that has absolutely no connection with each other at all. Is it supposed to be like this? ):

See, I told you I'd sound like a Grandmum. But it's incredibly bothersome when you're trying to do something you're really passionate about, but the people you're counting on and need, aren't making any effort or isn't as passionate about it as you... And I often wonder

Why are you even here in the first place?

Urgh, and not to mention the "but this song sucks BAWLS, I dun vanna play eet >:C"-complaint.

THEN HELP ME MAKING IT AWESOME, FUCKTARD (I did warn you about the swearing!)

Oh, that was nice... getting it out of the system... Wait, hold on

JGOPREJGOPAGEOPFUCKINGWHOREASSMOTHERFUCKERARGHPLEASEHELPMEGODARGHICOULDRIPYOURHEADOFFWTHTHISSAWANDBURRYITUNDERATREEARGHILIKECAKEMMHYUMMYNAMNAMAGIRE329T94JG4P2T+1T32FM40F

There. Perfect. ♥

Have fun my lambchops.

♥ Phoebebees

How to Be a Good Person Who Can Have a Proper Discussion Without Being a Complete Assmuncher

2010-12-09T09:55:00.003+01:00

"10% of conflicts are due to difference in opinion, while 90% are due to wrong tone of voice"

That is all.

Summer Tales

2010-08-05T02:02:00.003+02:00

Goddamnit.

Okay, I love summer. I used to prefer winter, but now I actually enjoy summer. I love wearing dresses and dancing in the grass but there is just one GODDAMN thing.

FLIES

Bloody hate those small bastards. Every year, every summer, those damn flies seem to enjoy flying around in the exact same rooms I'm in, making noise and most of all, continuously sitting on my arm, my leg or my face.

My face.

There should be planned a terrorizing destruction of those things. They are no use, no good. All they do is fly around and eat babies. Yes, they do eat babies.

And don't get me started on mosquitoes. They are... fly vampires. Just as annoying, except they drink your blood to feed their babies. I have countless of mosquito bites on my leg. I can't BELIEVE how many baby mosquitoes my blood has fed. And those babies are just gonna eat me again next year! ARGH!

It's a cruel world we live in. Oh, so cruel.

Hope you're having a good summer my puppies.

I know I am.

Without the damn flies, that is. Urgh.

Phoebeees

Online Anonymity

2010-08-05T01:26:00.000+02:00

Online, we have this huge opportunity to type, post and pretty much say whatever we like. It's bloody brilliant! Everyone know this and therefore we grasp this amazing chance to call Justin Bieber a fag (even though she's clearly lesbian), your boss the dumbest tard-dicked pussyhole you've ever seen and your teacher an ugly whore. Not to mention how grammar is mostly completely neglected around most forums.

Recently, one of the biggest videogame companies tried to rob people's online anonymity by instead of letting users hide behind names like "hotgirlx73" and "bieberlover23", their actual name would show up on posted comments and threads. They did this in an attempt to make people think twice before they posted rude comments, that would make another teenage girl start eating her feelings again.

Their action got me thinking.

What if this ACTUALLY happened? How would the internet be like if you could put a name, or maybe a face, behind every single comment on YouTube and forums? Imagine that!

Wouldn't it be brilliant? No more trolling and rude comments. No more lying wether being a boy or a girl. Pedophiles would have a harder time raping small boys and hey, if someone IS being a shitfuck, you can just find his address and smack him with a muddy zebra hoof! People would also be more easier to trust, no one would be able to lie about their age and looks - online dating wouldn't be so scary anymore, would it?

Yeah, if you're a spastic-lipped chicken.

The internet's anonymity is the beauty, the uniqueness, the brilliant opportunity to speak your mind - without being overwhelmingly judged by the fact that you obviously horribly, dreadfully, unbearably, disgustingly FAILED your grammar exam in English - that we all love and enjoy. Why take it away? The internet is so open and free, hell, it's a complete different world. The internet has its own jokes and way of dealing with things. Almost everything is the opposite than the world we live in.

On the internet,

Justin Bieber is gay
Chuck Norris is epic
Religion is silly
1337 5|>34K 15 4\/\/350|V|3
Do NOT feed the trolls!
Epic fails can become a winning failure
The nerdiest person is the BAWS
Girl do NOT excist
If you ARE a girl - TITS or GTFO
There is porn of it, no exceptions.

These are just a small part of this said world.The most basic things, I guess. So many people are a part of it and the anonymity plays a huge part.
In real life, you're Steve. Steve from the tech support department. That guy with a beer belly and unbelievably large ears. Always walking around with shiny overdrooled lips and coffee in a plastic mug. You still live in your mothers basement at age 32 and feel tolerable with still being a virgin.
Online, you are Niro. King of the chatroom. Everyone loves your funny PC jokes, who your real friends never get. You're described as epic. Always praised when you come online. Master of 1337. And if someone is being an asshat, you can always log off.

Steve has two different lives. I guess the internet gives him comfort in some way and why take it away? Of course, Steve could also go to random chatrooms and try to convince little boys to visit his mums basement.

Original here

Of course anonymity gives pedos like Steve an advantage - but people are getting smarter on the internet. No one's gonna meet up with a random stranger after chatting or 40mins. That's silly!

We need a place to be open and honest. We need a place were we are allowed to be dicks, fags, trolls and pedos. We need a place to rant about MILFs and how Twilight sucks in comfort.

The internet without anonymity would be like Harry Potter without magic.

That is all.

Phoebebees

P.S.

So sorry about inactivity! When I realised I actually had to STUDY for my exams, I panicked and didn't post anything - EVER.
So sorry, my love birds. I owe you all cookies. <3

Hey Asshat!

2010-03-22T14:13:00.000+01:00

Dear Asshat,

I have no idea who you are. I have no idea what you look like or why you did the things you did. I have no idea if it was intentionally or just a human mistake.

I don't know if you donate money for charity or not. I don't know if you have a good heart or laugh at spiders being crushed by the weight of your feet. I don't know if I know you. You could be anyone. Anything. Anywhere. And unfortunately, you could even be under my bed.

But

I'm assuming you're female. And human.

I doubt that you're among my friends or family.

It's possible that we've met or had a short conversation. A small "hi", maybe.

We've probably been mocking someone together. Maybe.

However, you're most likely to be a stranger.

But I actually have no idea.

I wrote this letter quite some time ago. For you. But I don't have an address or a name to send it to; so I'm making this pathetic attempt to post it here. In hopes of that you might... accidentally, unintentionally, mistakenly, coincidentally, unexpectedly, out of the blue stumbled upon this blog. And actually read this specific post.

I'm uncertain that you will.

With that being said, I'd like to tell you that you, kind Miss, are an asshat. A discaring, sluggish, umbrella faced, asshat. You didn't care enough to go: "Oh! Woops! I accidentally took the wrong one! Best go back and hope its rightful owner is still there!"

You didn't go back. I was there. I was waiting for you to come back. Do you know how cold it was? Bloody hell.

I understand that you didn't come back. The church was locked anyway. But the fact that you didn't show up the following week - next sunday - Why? Just... why? Why didn't you try to call someone? Someone who might know me? I've been working really hard for that thing. It cost me my mums trust!

And guess what I have to wear now? Well, I won't even tell you because it's still quite obvious that you should give it back. The thing that you... accidentally stole from me.

You know it's not yours. You know it doesn't smell like you. You know it.

So please,

Give me my coat back. Now.

Thanks, asshat.

Yours sincerely,

The Great High Priestess of the Pie.

Roooomaaance

2010-03-20T16:53:00.001+01:00

Cut mah hair... Like it? I doez... c:

So... at school, we have about Young Americans and we're recently focusing about PROM! Oh yeah. Prom.

In movies, prom seems like this REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY (yes, really) special thing that everyone's been looking forward to since freshman year. All the prom queen and prom king thing... GOD! Thank HEAVENS I'm not American and have to go through that. I mean, I would just know that I'd never be prom Queen, the most beautiful and popular girl in my year. Yeah, I'm too weird. c:

Although, that crown would look damn guuud on me... >__>

Anyway, there was a section about "Popping the Question!" which was about asking their dream gurl (or boi) to be their date for prom. Of COURSE... we had to try this out, too. So, the guys had a day to prepare on how to "POP THE QUESTION!".
Pretty much no one did something different than just saying; "Hey, wanna go to prom with me?"
Only three (or so) did something fancy... one had prepared an arse long speech, a poem, some Italian rubbish and such. Still...

Call me coldhearted, but it didn't melt me. Yes, it was sweet as hell and yes, I'd probably scream: "TAKE ME, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!" if someone ever did that to me. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut...

On Wednesday, it's the girls' turn. We'll be graded by creativity, romance and performance. Now we have to ask the guys out. And hell, I had BRILLIANT ideas. Here are a few:

1. As you're walking past him, smack a post-it on his forehead (cheek, neck, arm, whatever) saying: "Be my prom date? c:"
2. Give him a chicken saying: "Be mah chic 4 prom? c:"
3. Draw the question on his hand in class?
4. Take him for a walk of... LUUURRVVEE

I think the post-it thing is DEAD romantic. I'd LOVE if someone smacked it on my face. Funny, original... I'd say yes straight away. After having a brainstorm filled with awesomeness, I talked to my friends about it and apparently,

IT'S NOT ROMANTIC AT ALL

What? D:
How is it NOT? I seriously couldn't believe it. Afterwards, I figured that they were just being silly, my mum would probably agree. But nope. NOPE! Argh, I can't take it. >:
I talked to quite a few and I've come to the conclusion that it's only "Pheebs-romantic" - not "normal" romantic. So, yeah. I'm strange. c: ♥

Well, I later asked all of them, what IS romance then? None of them could really answer.

I think romance might be something different for everyone. I've spent my 2 minutes on Google, reading a few articles here and there and they all say the same. It's always the same things.

A walk in the park...
Roses on a random day...
Sleeping in his t-shirt...
Kissing in the rain...
Hawt sex in the shower...
Eating dinner in France...
Filling the bedroom with candlelights...

... and all the other 1400 different movie clichés that some of us are lucky enough to actually experience in our oh-so-terrible-cruel-and-cold world we live in. But... why? Why exactly is a candlelight-filled bedroom so romantic? Why couldn't it be... a chocolate filled bedroom? Or a... cake filled bedroom? >:

I think... romance is the small simple things you do for your partner. I don't think it has to be some of the things you always see in the movies, like candlelights, a special expensive dinner, your favourite song is playing in the background etc etc...
Like, it's something you do because you can, want to. It feels right. It feels right to write a note for him, buying her a present, telling her she looks gorgeous today (and she does >:O) and saying that his team lost, because his team-mates were bastards.
But isn't that just being nice? Well... maybe the difference is that you're not doing it out of politeness or to be nice. You're doing it 'cause... you can't help it. It just popped to mind and you did it. And it felt right to do.

At least that's how I feel.

Something that would melt me, would probably a post-it adventure. Get home, and you see a post it on the front door. "Go to the bathroom!"
You go to the bathroom, see another post-it on the mirror telling you to check your pocket. There is another note, etc etc, and in the end, you'll be somewhere. Where he is.
Well, it doesn't even have to be exactly like that. Just a simple note that I didn't expect being there would melt me. Even though it's the most simple thing in the world...

Note: "Gone to get sum milk."
Me: <333333333333333

Urgh, this is hard for me to write about. Not because I feel uncomfortable about it, but because... I lack words. I lack the sentence to make it all come together. I'm so split on what romance is. >:
It's... something sweet and unexpected. And different for everyone. That's what I got for ya. Yup. That's it.

But tell me,

What is romance to you? When is something romantic?

Tell me in a comment below.

I'd love to know. c:

♥ Phoebebees

You like that, don't you?

2010-03-10T20:41:00.003+01:00

Mmmh, so sexyyy...

I love moustaches. I think it's so hawt. It makes boys REAL MEN! Mmmh... so yummy... Especially those starter years where a 12-year old boy JUST got enough testosterone (haha) to start growing hair on their face, and you can see them teeny tiny hairs on their upper lip. It's so unbelievably sexy. I fall for it every time. I seriously melt when I see them hawt hairs... desperately trying to look so awesome, cool and... Manly.

I love that faint shade of a moustache they get and an immediate "MY GOD... he's so MANLY and HANDSOME" strikes you. You feel like grabbing the poor boy and nom his flesh off. Mmh...

It's so hawt. It's so sexy...

If you shaved it off.

ARGH!

C'mon. It's ridiculous. Please, dear God, you do not look manly. Not when you're 12. Please just shave it off. Don't show everyone you can finally, omgz, grow hairz on ur face...

We're so lucky in Denmark, though, that most of us are blonde and facial hair isn't quite as visible. But them few brunettes zombie-ing around... Grr... Brunettes are way more rawr than blondes (in my opinion) but guys, please just shave your pussy moustache (yes, I cussed and yes, I feel terrible now). You look like a girl who thought it was funny to draw hairz on her face that day... >__>

Anyway, enough mocking small children. c:

Let's get to the next part.

Okay. Next step is that you've gotten used to your tiny hairz and you have to talk about it all the goddamn time.

Whenever I'm on webcam with guys from 12-16 years of age, they always, ALWAYS, have to mention that they need a shave.

"Omgz, I needa shave..."

I couldn't give a tiny hats arse. There's only one guy between them mentioned ages, who did not mention his facial hair.

Guys, not only are you coming off as sleazy, lazy, discaring of your looks and extremely lacking sense of an exciting topic starter, but your way of thinking also comes off like this:

"Omgz, gotta let dis hawt chick knowz imma MAN... hurr hurr hurr!" and that's just the worst, really...

Funny thing is, I can't even see your goddamn facial hair. It's invisible. I can't see it. Either the webcam is really crappy or you didn't need a shave all that much to mention it, and ruin the entire bloody conversation...

You know I can't see it. You can't see it on the tiny webcam picture either! So don't mention it... and if I could see it, I probably wouldn't notice anyway. I wouldn't notice that tiny... faint... shade of them tiny hairz that's growing out of your face. Gawd.

I think it's okay to mention if I can actually see it. And if you're older. Not a wussie teenager who needs an extra confirmation that he is, in fact, in puberty and hair is, indeed, taking over every body part.

ANYWAY

I like facial hair. I do on most guys. c: (Except if he's a wussie teenager -.-)

I like roughly shaved men... not too much, not too little. And brunettes... Mmmmmh... <33

I would nom that stuff. c:

Like Andrew Bravener. See what he's doing? Not too much. Not too little... it's yummy and I lurve it. He kinda looks like a kid on the photo, though... well... SCREW YOU! >:(
You get my point. Roughly shaved = rawr. Ermh... => ON MEN. Not stupid teenage boys. On MEN.

Well, that's all I have for you. Another complaint. c:
You love it. I love it. It's perfect.

Tataa, mah ladehs.

♥ Phoebebees

My 2nd BLOGZ

2010-03-05T16:23:00.000+01:00

Oh yes, ladehs. It be mah 2nd blog...

I'll still be active on this one. But Pheebsaur will be more about MEEEEEEEEEEE and my daily day. Sounds incredibly boring, but I think you'll like it. c:

Maybe we have something in common? <3

Anyway, making this SHORT! So, yeah, go check it out. I'm still fiddling with the design and figuring out what I should actually blog about on it. But trust me, I have mah ideas...>:)

I like blogging. Quite a lot. o:

Even though probably no one ever reads my blog, I think it's really awesome anyway. I feel so... fancy. c:

Link to Pheebsaur: www.pheebsaur.blogspot.com

Eat cake and nom on strawberries, mah ladies. <3

♥ Phoebebees

Daniel the Ninja

2010-03-03T18:26:00.001+01:00

Model: Line Wraae

Oh, Daniel. <3

I didn't know what to do of you at first. Really, I just thought you were a huge pain in the arse when you came along... you hurt me a lot. But I soon realised, that you were... so much more.

He's a zit. A ninja zit. On my chin. On my face.

Oh Daniel! We became such good friends! I remember our long talks during the night when I couldn't fall asleep. How you comforted me when I had a bad day. And when we played Rock, Paper, Scissors. Gee, the fun would never end!
Of course we argued from time to time. But we always, ALWAYS, made up again. You always made me laugh by telling one of your dumb jokes... so dumb, yet funny. And that voice you make... Oh, it cracks me up!

But still...

Daniel likes to flirt a lot... and it bugs me sometimes. The women he flirts with can't exactly see him. So basically, they think I'm either a transvestite or a lesbian with a terribly deep voice. I've lost a couple of friends because he could NOT watch his mouth. And my sister can now confirm that I am, indeed, a lesbian.
Thanks a lot, Daniel. -.-

He also has a hard time apologizing. An apology means everything to me. And he can't bake cake... so I'm waiting for him to pull himself together and give me that goddamn apology, face to face. Too bad not having a pair of arms to bake a yummy cake, huh? I can't forgive him just like that. After everything he's put me through? No way.

Anyway... Enough of me talking about Daniel. c:
I shall give you some facts instead:

1. As mentioned before, he loves flirting

2. He doesn't have a specific type of favourite music. He pretty much likes everything, but keeps distance to indie. (Damn him!)

3. He usually hangs out with them pop chicks with MySpace poses etc, but honestly prefers someone smart and natural. Innocent.

4. Hats are epic.

5. Like giraffes.

6. Love on snowboarding and hockey. True fan.

7. Videogames are for outsiders.

8. Unless there are hot chicks.

Oh, my Daniel. You're so silly and so unlike me. Yet, I love you.

You are mah ninja zit. <3

Perfectly placed on my chin. <3

But I am sad. I really can't feel you anymore. You don't hurt when I poke you. You don't rumble when I say means things about you. You don't... you're just... it's like.. as if you're dead... and it saddens me. I feel so alone. :(

Mike told me to move on... and soon, there'll be another ninja zit, like Daniel. He'll return to me one day.
On my chin.
On my forehead.
On my shoulder.
On my back.

and if I'm unlucky,

On my butt. >:

Bye, Daniel.

(No, honestly, I've been waiting forever for you to leave. About bloody time)

♥ Phoebebees

This Is Me?

2010-02-20T22:50:00.003+01:00

I've already come to a point of this blog, where I don't know what I should do of it. What's the meaning - the point - of this blog? Silly? Random? Emotional? Stuffed with weird stories? I honestly don't know.

I feel deeply torn between the silly/fun/random blog and the emotional blog... I sometimes actually have something meaningful to say, believe it or not. >__>
I guess I could make Phoebebees my silly blog. And then create a different one that covers the little philosopher inside me. c:

On the other hand, my life isn't really full of sadness or drama. I'm quite good at staying average... at everything. But I have my wonders and I ponder a lot, actually. Mostly because I am currently walking home from school and bedtime isn't always spent sleeping.

Well, what do you guys think? Wanna read random and fun blogs? Or deep and meaningful ones? Both?

I'm torn.

I know for sure that I can't stuff both inside just one blog. It's too messy. Hell, I don't even know what language I should blog in. Danish or English? Goddamnit.. >__>

Anyway

Keep doin' whatcha do. c:

Phoebebees

Oh, woman..

2010-02-17T21:29:00.008+01:00

Vi SKAL bare lave endnu en musikvideo, Line! xD

Boobs. Boobies. Jugs. Melons. Breasts. Tits. Jablongs. Mazoombas. Funbags. Love pillows. Milkfactories... you get the point.

Okay, so I've been thinking a lot about making a blog about boobs. c:
I'll split it into 2 parts. One mainly focused for girls, one for guys. This one is for GURLS!

A LOT of girls wanders around wishing their breasts were bigger... *sigh* C'mon... I think you'll find love wether you have an A, B or C cup. -.-

I'm walking around with a pair of D's or E's (F's for bikinis... oh God -.-)** and it REALLY isn't the most practical thing in this world.

(** = Note that this is European measure... it's not as big as the UK/USA sizes c: )

Big boobs have their ups and downs:

Ups:
1. You look a little hotter in pretty much all clothing.
2. Your annoying laugh might now be bearable...
3. You can EASILY get free stuff! :D
4. Ummh... Lovely pillows?

Downs:
1. There's HUGE trouble finding clothes in the right size. You have NO IDEA how much I've cried 'cause I couldn't fit the perfect dress or shirt. And why? Because of my GODDAMNED BOOBS! -.-
2. Guys - Do you like me 'cause my eyes are pretty or is it 20cm further south that interests you? Thinking of a quick tittybang? Yeah, I thought so.
3. They're HEAVY! D:
4. Troublesome to run with...
5. If you're not wearing the right bra, they're all over the place. Especially when walking down stairs... >__>
6. Underwear - Seriously, I can't find anything cute or pretty underwear for myself in the right size. I have to walk around with something really BORING in just one simple colour. GAH! I want Snooby, too... or something cute. >:
7. In some shirts, you can look extremely fat. -.-
8. I have to be really careful NOT looking like a prostitute. Your cleavage is huge and you'll be the big-ass slut, even if other girls are wearing something EVEN MORE REVEALING! AAAAAAAAAAAARGH! (That one's extremely annoying -.-)
9. Some girls get stretch marks. Ew. >:
10. Some girls get baggy boobs, too. Which is 1000000 worse than having small boobs - I've done my research on that one. c:

There are probably more things to cry about, but I really can't make them up right now.
But yeah.

Stop. Bloody. Complaining. >:(

Have a great vacation. c:

Phoebebees ♥

One, two, three..

2010-02-15T23:27:00.004+01:00

http://specialtycakedecorating.com/giant%20cupcake.jpg

I will make this short.

I AM OVERLY HAPPY!

I got good grades and the Easter holiday will be so awesome. ♥

I.. oh God... I just feel like hugging everyone and everything... more than I usually do. xD

I'm... I'm thinking about cake. ♥

So yes... go out and throw up in my happiness. I am. c: (Wtf)

Phoebebees ♥

FANGIRLS

2010-02-01T19:15:00.002+01:00

My Goooooooooooooooood, about time I wrote something new in... ARGH! But here’s something that bugs me – EVERY DAY! -.-‘’

Fangirls, the drooling zombie like... urgh.. I admit myself that I’ve once been one and I know the feelings that bubble inside you QUITE WELL! But hey, I could control myself back then! (Unless I was alone, then it was hardcore fangirling xD)

Anyway, I think I realised how FRIGHTENED I am by them, when I went with some friends to watch Twilight: New Moon.
IT WAS HORRIBLE! OH GOD... What’s with all the girls SCREAMING when the COMMERCIALS started?! The whole bloody cinema was screaming! O__o

In that moment, I did not know if the girl next to me would grab my face, to brutally drool my face rotten, then scratch my skull off and devour SLOWLY my brain with a teaspoon, while she desperately screamed: “TAKE ME, EDWARD! TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaryyyyy D:
*Sigh*

Even worse when a commercial from Vi Unge came up and OF COURSE they had the NEWEST TWILIGHT POSTERS with HOTTIE ROBERT PATTINSON... even more squeals and screams from the crazed fangirls. -.-

Okay, I have a couple of friends who’re completely in love with the books/films, but hopefully they don’t read this blog.. xD
And their fangirlness isn't as horrible atm. C: (Thank GOD! e.e)

I know that I’ll write more about this... ‘cause it just bugs me so much. >__>
But for now, I got all my aggressions out. :D

Fangirls: CONTROL YOURSELVES! YOU’RE FRIGHTNING ME!

Robert Pattinson isn't hot. He's ewie. c:

~ Phoebebeees

Love is underrated - by you

2010-01-22T20:36:00.019+01:00

Lorte teenagere!
Ja, jeg er selv en men AAAAAAAAARGH! THAT'S NOT THE POINT >.< When you're 13ish of age, you'll start seeing boys/girls in a complete different view. Instead of gross and weird, they're sexy and charming. And GREAT if you get a girlfriend/boyfriend! I think it's so cute and lovely but... this is when I feel like grabbing the nearest spade, smack his/her face off, accidentally "drop" a sledgehammer while they're tied to the ground and grab a pickaxe to brutally hammer their eyes out and fill the wounds with salt;

"love u Gemmaaaaa... ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you and i 4-ever!! <3333"
or
"1 week anniversary wit Grace ♥ your the only thing my heart beats for i luv u sooooooo much!!"

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not because "OMG YOUR JUST JEALOUSSSS!" or "YOU HATEZ LOVIN'! >:O"
I'm actually quite the opposite.. xD I tell people "But... I love you..." every bloody day. And now it's become quite a pain.. .__. (* notice bottom of this blog)

My points is, I'm so sick and tired of -usually- teenagers yapping about their big love and copy lyrics and poems to eachother on Facebook/MSN when they've only been together for a week or a month. Yes, yes, bring on your arguments: "MAYBE THEY HAVE A TOUGH HISTORY!" "MAYBE THEY'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE TOGETHER!"
Guys, I'm not talking about a soap opera show. >:
I'm talking about two individuals, who might have known each other for little while, had a little chat once, was at a party together maybe... and all of the sudden, they're lovers. SO cute, RIGHT? I agree. :3 ♥
Until THE HORROR, like I explained above...

I'm just annoyed by people confusing LOVE with a crush. Yes, you care for the person very much, I know - but LOVE? Really? Nah...

But really, I don't mind when people display their love, share photos and feelings to their friends, family and the entire internet. It's just... YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR GIRL/BOYFRIEND! You get to love like... 1 or 2 people throughout your entire life... so stop telling every single boyfriend/girlfriend of yours, you love them. -.-
It bugs me that love has turned into something so small and pathetic. I just... Love is so underrated. >:(

By God, that's what I just really really needed to say. I hope I'm not the only one being so annoyed by this... And I'm so sorry if I've offended anyone, it's not my intention to do so. >:

This blog just really came from my heart... thanks. c:

♥ Phoebebees

Photo by: http://little-pretty.deviantart.com/art/Oh-It-Is-Love-55313318

(* The "I love you"-thing is something I do to my friends... it's bribing to get a favour done, a compliment or because I want their cake. >: )

Chickenthigh

2010-01-21T20:09:00.007+01:00

Music: KT Tunstall - Heal Over

My father’s back hurts terribly and my mums is screaming at me. I have to clean... and I’m just that annoying little brat who’s chained to the screen, blogging.

I know I’m brilliant...

I’ve been playing hardcore guitar lately and my fingers are torn. ♥ But it paid off. I’ve learned songs that I completely LUUURVE! But I’m driving my parents crazy, especially because I’d rather play than put earsnuff stuff in my dads ear...

Hai LADEHS!

2010-01-20T18:46:00.004+01:00

I was actually supposed to spend THIS Wednesday on doing my homework. I failed.

Terribly.

Urgh! I just do this ALL THE TIME! Stupid speech and silly ESSAY! I have NO idea why I don’t just.. do it. I guess I can’t be arsed, really.
See, this is the reason why you HATE regular weeks. Endless homework! That I can’t be arsed to do! BUT I HAVE TO!
Therefore, I end up making something shittah. c:
Oh Mother of Mercy.

Then I also HAD to take the last slice of cake and eat it within 5 seconds.

Mmh, cake. ♥