Voila! La Grande Opening...

Gather round, gather round...

This is the grand RE-Opening of Indeed Geese are Awesome! Yup, New Banner, New Background-ish, ummm....yeah thats it.... .O.

YAY! Sandwich lives to see another lunchtime!! :D joy to the world!!

More Updating??!! .O.

Ok, don't freak out but for a week or two or three I am going to RE-VAMP 'Indeed Geese Are Awesome'

So don't die of anxiety or evil midgets descending on your ham sandwiches (more so the latter)

So HANG IN THERE!!

And I'll be back soon!!

Love Rosie xoxo

*I CAN'T THINK, IT'S RAINING SO HARD*

I am writing because it is raining and yucky and i have to go and watch my netball team play in the rain maybe...? Anyway I was so bored so I have like 5 tabs that I'm not doing anything with...

...see....?

My morning consists of ZM-listening, Blogging, Waiting for it to STOP RAINING!!, Facebook, Strumming the Google Doodle Guitar ( http://goo.gl/doodle/9IRIc ), Charging my I-Pod, Eating Apple :), and existing....

.O.

Euuuuuuurgh....I just heard the "Friday" song by Rebecca Black (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0) , briefly advertised on the radio!! I repeat: Euuuuuuurgh.... anyway, while I was looking for the Rebecca Black song on you tube I remembered about a parody lip sync I saw at my friend Isobelle's  (http://gothicfaerie.blogspot.com/) house AGES ago!! Any ways (Jeez I say 'Anyways' a lot!!!), here's the lip sync parody - thing....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GaKaGwch0U

This is seriously funny and it has been done so well!!!

Thank You mystical being that brought us this parody-funny-laugh-awesome!!!

Squishy things are Awesome

I have come to the conclusion that squishy things are awesome.

Don't argue. EVER.

I'm bored...again...

OK do not think me weird, I was bored ... more than once ...

One day I was UBER (yes, I just used the word 'uber') bored and I went onto Moshi Monsters, yes, Moshi Monsters ... je regrete ... and I 'adopted' a monster. Yup, I'm not joking I did.

This is Phil, my monster.

Isn't he cute?? He is a Katsuma (kaht-soo-mah),

I feel like a bit of a geek with all this knowledge of Moshi Monsters but I assure you I was really bored, I was even bored of watching I.G.G.Y. (I'm Gonna Get You - that's what it stands for...) eat my cursor

So I went back on and adopted a friend for Phil.

This is Greg.

He is FANTABULOUS! ... so now Phil and Greg are friends YAY FOR CYBER-MONSTER-FRIENDS!!

All is well in Monstro City (Good God I do sound like a geek!!!!)

My sister is a dinosaur.

Yesterday I drew a picture of my sister and decided to turn it into a dinosaur. She swore revenge and I ended up as a leprechaun. Anyway, on with the post...

This is Patricia,



Now she is not. She is a raptor. Except not as cool. JOKES!

Updating

If you visit my blog often (who am I kidding?) then you will realise that I have changed quite a few things; I have re-arranged my things on the side, I have changed some of the colours, I have got rid of my banner (*le gaspe!*), and I have added a reactions poll, so if my posts are awesome, then click the box that has "awesome"written next to it, if you think I'm under the influence of alcohol then, yeah ... (I am not a drunk blogger, if that's what you think!)

Anyway, with all these changes, it is still the same blog with awesome-ness (I hope) but just modified.

I will leave you for now with this picture of a dinosaur:

rawr x

To the people of the world (i.e. the 4 people that follow me)

I have an announcement!

It's not really that interesting really... but I thought you would like to know, I have another blog. It is called Evil Unicorns Rule Planet Pluto. I am not going to give up on this blog but I have started another so I can draw random sh*t. This blog was so I could WRITE random sh*t...so now I am multi-tasking!

I will draw lots of pictures and take my favorite pictures from this blog and create a sort of gallery thing for you. I'm sorry for the sudden change, I love you guys forever, Belle, Chloe, Trish and Gracie... (in a non-creepy stalker-ish way (jokes...make sure your milk is safely hidden...))

Google is against him...er...her.

LOL! Google is against you b*tch!

This is what happens when I forget my Memory Pen...

OK, this weekend I left my memory pen (with all my bloggity stuff on it) at my dad's house, what the hell am I supposed to do? Well, remember my orginisation skills and sneaky peek thing..? I have finished all the pictures from there and now I'm bored.

I decided to go down to Coastlands to get a birthday present for Sarah and now I'm finished with that! I even wrapped the f*cking thing!!! So Mircosoft Paint was my only option and I drew this:

Alas, that is only half of what I was drawing (sick-minded fools!!)

See? Sheesh, you all have filthy minds. I am disappoint.

(Sorry Belle if I stole your word)

P.S. The other post is still coming

My orginisation and a glimpse of my new post....

OK while I was on Facebook talking to my good friend Isobelle I told her about my amazing blog-orginisation skills, SHOCK EFFING HORROR!!!!

Yeah, me, Rosie, orginised? WTF?

But 'tis true looky here:

HOW ORGINISED IS THAT???!?!?

And here's that sneaky peek of my new post (P.S. It may take a while there are a lot of pictures I need to draw)

If you can't read the script then just click it to make it biger (bow chicka bow wow! OMGBLUEEEEEEE!!!)

Hope you'll like the finished thing... :) Bellebelle you made me do this. Hope you're happy....

Jealous much!

While I was typing up the (first-ever!!) script for my previous blog post The She-Beast I found the most curious "typo"...

I am so jealous of Microsoft Word now!!

The She-Beast

Tuesday, last period, thankfully.

English, with the She-Beast…

I was pretty confident with my speech; I had stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote about my parents’ separation. Apparently, according to Dad, Grandma and the deputy principal, it was a brave thing to do. Ha! Not only am I brave for the subject choice, but for choosing to speak about that topic in front of a whole lot of people I strongly disliked, including my teacher.

As I said, I was confident that I had done enough with my speech to pass with flying colours…as I walked to the front of the class my hands were shaking, as were my legs, was I suffering from normal speech discomfort? I thought so. We had just laughed our way through Abbie’s “How to look like a drag queen” demonstration, with Alex, the lovely drag-queen-to-be, grimacing his way past lipstick, foundation, eccentric eye-shadow and…fake eyelashes. He looked like Justin Bieber who went mad with make-up!

Let’s just clarify what my English teacher is like. To start with, she is a midget. About 4’10” (or in the metric system: 1m 49cm)! She also has a tendency to hate students unless you’re a goody good, not me or my friends (Except Sessils maybe…)! No. She hates us. Another thing, she likes the sound of her own voice too much, hardly an English lesson has passed where she hasn’t talked through the entire lesson! My folder is full of notes and resource pages we have never even looked at! Apparently she is the best English teacher there is at my college, I, on the other hand, strongly disagree! Last year I had the craziest, zaniest, insane-iest (?) teacher ever, and she, my friends, is the best teacher ever!

< The She-Beast

Anyway, I was standing there at the front of the class, I didn’t have butterflies in my chest I had albatrosses. (They have a HUGE wingspan, and my stomach felt weird) My palms sweating and I was on the verge of fainting.

The camera was rolling and my voice wavered.

“When I was nearly fourteen my parents sat my sister and me down and told us they were going to separate…”

Halfway though and my voice had evened out and my legs weren’t shaking as much. I was going well. I was nearing the explanation of my speech, for the first half of my speech was about the story I had incorporated into my speech, when my English teacher waved at me to stop.

“Stop, stop, stop!” she cried, “I’m sorry, you’ve missed the standard. You haven’t given any eye-contact or shown us any visual, re-sub on Thursday.”

That was all.

The sweats and shakes I had so valiantly fought off earlier came back, only this time they brought a friend.

Tears.

I had (potentially) been told that my speech was rubbish! It hurt even more because of the very personal topic. If I was in my English teacher’s position I would have let the poor student continue before telling them they sucked (potentially).

Then again, maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea…

Whoa! Who the f*ck are you?

…I am you’re sub-conscious…

 Oh…carry on then…

As I was saying…if my English teacher had let me finish then told me her “helpful” criticism I would have been like;

“WTF? You allowed me to sweat and freak out for eight minutes just to tell me I’m crap at speeches?!? Cram it b*tch.”

I SINCERELY APOLOGISE FOR THE ABOVE DEBATE/CONVERSATION, READ ON

My English teacher really is a demon in-disguise.

Sorry…anyway, after I had been stopped and criticized I sat down at my desk and tried in vain to stop the tears, my English teacher had destroyed my tears immune system like a weird mutated case of AIDS (even though I don’t swing that way AND I’m a virgin! Not to mention that would be creepy...), leaving me in a hopeless teary mess.

My English teacher was oblivious to my tears until Kathy leant over and patted my arm consolingly. To this the She-Beast replied:

“Go get some air.”

Mo’f*cken b*tch. (ß Sorry ‘bout that…But I am really angry!)

After I got home my grandma rang school to complain, the deputy wasn’t surprised that I was upset, everyone is scared of the She-Beast.

Change of Plan....

In addition to my post earlier about raptors,

I have decided that I do not HATE Justin Bieber. Please do not suddenly go "EEEEEEEEEEEEERKKKKKK!!!!!! YOU LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER!?!??!????? -shiver-" and run away from my blog when you read this, because it's true...she's a really good singer, and a very attractive young lady...

Ain't she beau'iful?

LOL! Oreos!!

Cellphone or I-Pod: Scientifically Proven Awesomeness!

My sister had an idea for a graph to put on Indeed Geese Are Awesome. Cellphones and I-Pod's Which Is Better?

This is our graph:

So which one is best?

Cellphone:

Pro's: 

• Communication device
• Unique
• Gaming device (aww...Trish!)
• Pass-time
• Radio link
• Some charge quickly

Con's

• Runs out of battery often
• Some (mine) are annoying
• Awkward to text (mine)
• Little sister always wants to play Bounce!! (.O.)

I-Pod

Pro's

• Music device
• Pass-time
• HAS GAMES (.O. I guess that's only me)
• Has awesome music (mine deffo!!)
• ORANGE! (mine)
• Charges quickly

Con's

• Run's out of battery quickly
• Can't play solitare without it dying
• There is some crappy music on it! .O.
• Silicon Case is gayyyyy!! And awkward....in more ways than one....

Preferences:

Rosie: I-Pod definately I love my I-Pod!! It has kick-ass music like Skillet (if you do not know Skillet see this post) or Bullet For My Valentine or even 3 Doors Down (Kryptonite! OH YEAH!!!) or Avalanche City (Love love love <3(no pun intended))!!!

Trish: I prefer the I-Pod because I LOVE I-POD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, bleh.

Finl Statement:

So, for my final statement, I guess I-Pod's really are better, YAY!!

I-Touches are AWESOME (like geese)

I bring you this post from my dads (awesome) I-Touch! Even though the keypad is tiny and I have fat fingers, who cares!! Ok.... I don't know what to write... Ummmmm... PICTURE TIME!!!! Ok my picture didn't work.. I will leave you instead with these emoticon rabbits and people...

\m/(._.)\m/ - ROCK ON DUDES!!!

(\_/)
(._.)
(,_,). - BUNNEH!!!

A Day At The Park

One Thursday there was no theatre sports so Sarah and I decided to go down to the park before school.

So we did and here's the result.....

Sorry there are quite a few videos....

I Don't Have That Many Pictures *UPDATED*

It's now up to 3 minutes 30 seconds....

UPDATE: I was moving all my picture's from one memory pen to another (because my pictures take up A LOT of space on my memory pen) anyway I pressed Copy and this is what showed up!

COME ON PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!

I knew it was true....

Revenge is sweet.....

I found something to write about....

Dear Uterus,

First things first, yes I am attracted to guys, yes I would like kids eventually but why in Sam-Hell do you want to have children now?

I am 15, single; a virgin…there is no need for you to get ahead of yourself here. Maybe in 5 to 10 years, yes. Kids. Love ‘em. But honestly, now? Under New Zealand law it is illegal for a girl to have sex under the age of 16! I’m not “legal” yet, so I see no reason for you to prepare yourself! I have never had a boyfriend, I have had boys ask me out, but there is nothing in my life that would suggest I am in a sexual relationship, yes my heart thuds when I see (-cough cough-) but that means next to nothing!

Now, uterus, if I was to get pregnant before 16 I will either, get an abortion (not f***ing likely!! I am against that sort of thing but my dad….) or get disowned. I love my family and I would hate to have to spend the rest of my life without my family, (potentially) being a single unemployed mother at 15, and have a bad reputation, it wouldn’t just be me affected!

Imagine the father’s feelings…when he finds out…will he leave me? Never to see me again? Or will he be loyal and stand by me like (-cough cough-)? I have no way of knowing! What about the child? The child would grow up an outcast because its mother is a “whore” (Whoopee! How fun! I can see it now… The Kapiti-Whore!!) And the father a player! That’s enough to send anyone towards suicide! What about my parents? Their eldest daughters a teenage mum! Only these summer holidays, when I went to Whanganui, while I was walking around with 1-year old Ruby at my hip (NOT my child!! She’s Aunty Di’s daughter and she dressed Roobs in almost identical clothing to mine!!) Did my dad remark most people walking down Main St were thinking I was a teenage mum! Imagine his surprise if that snide comment turned into reality! Now I could on forever about how it affects everyone in the Kapiti area but I won’t because it’s basically the same thing over and over again!!

Listen, uterus, you’re awesome sometimes, but this one-month cycle…you’re an organ-werewolf!

Please, I beg, please stop this game every month until I want children!!

Yours,

Roseanna Simmons

I'm Bored and Hungry *UPDATED*

I want to write something for you guys but I can't think....I tried drawing on Paint, but my sister isn't here at the moment so I can't create awesome things like Frank (see this link if it works...) so I scribbled on Paint and do you know the result of Boredom+Hunger+IDON'TKNOWWHATTODOOMGI'MAFAILURE?!?!??!?!??!= Cat puke. I tried to put my amazing picture in this blog post but the little box who gives me my pictures after they have been uploaded said "Server Rejected" WTF?!??!?!?!??!??????? It's a rainbow cat puke patty!!!!!! What is so reject-y about that????

UPDATE: OMG! MY PICTURE WORKED!! Right, well, Boredom+Hunger+IDON'TKNOWHWATTODOOMGI'MAFAILURE?!?!??!?!??!=

In between the squiggles somewhere it says F*** YOU!!! because I was annoyed at myself. Also it says Hi! in Red........