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........

Petrie

You know the goose on my banner? Yeah. The one with no legs... Anyway....Here's a picture of that goose (with legs) and me! (by the way the goose is called Petrie)

Taco's kill

One day in Theatre Sports my friend Abbie and I were talking....

Little did Abbie know Isobelle was planning her death....

Slowly Isobelle crept forward and made her attack....

Taco's is now >.> <.< inside joke >.> <.<

I'm Hungry

I'm hungry. Yet Rosie.... .O. Who the hell am I???!?!??

I Love Sky.

Last night I spent the night at Abbie's doing homework and watching Drag Queen movies (still homework since her speech is on how to apply drag queen make-up). There was a rugby match on (Waratah's vs Force) we started watching that when Abbie attacked me with make-up (to "practice") sadly I have no pictures but it looked awesome anyways!! After half-time (and my face was washed vigourously!!!!) Abbie declared that she was tired and went to bed leaving Sky and me watching the Waratah's beat the Force 31-3.

When the finished we watched the last of a movie on sky movies called Taking Lives (creepiest movie EVER!) that finished and I never saw the start of the next movie. I fell asleep in Abbie's mum's chair!!

Sky, bless him, went and got his duvet off his bed and placed it over me, still asleep in the chair, and turned off the lights!

He is such a gentleman!! -lovelove- <3

I need to get a hobby...

I have just realised I have no life. I finished my speeches for English and French and then I had nothing to do so I drew you guys a picture of a rainbow!

Raptors are cool. Especially Frank. *UPDATED* *UPDATED EVEN MORE*

Who doesn't have an obsession with raptors?

I was trying to figure out something to draw so I was going to draw a guy standing next to a time series about Justin Bieber's fans decreasing. I drew the guy but I accidentally made his hands into a weird mangled raptor shape, and I was like "OMGGG!!!! IT'S A MO'F***ING RAPTOR!!!! LOVVVVE!!!!"

So that is how Frank came to be.

< Frank

P.S. The picture I was meant to draw will not be far away!

UPDATE: Here's the picture I promised!!! 'tis so true!!

Raptor smiles at Justin Bieber's misfortune.

ANOTHER UPDATE: I just realised that one of my other posts relates to my above pictures! See the awesome post here 'tis so true!

Taco's are my life-task

How much I love stuff Pie Chart

Patricia

This is my interpretion of my sister and me: awesome. I showed this to Patricia and she went "Oh....nice..."

Is this a sign?

By the way this is Patricia and me actually:

The bottom picture I am going to attempt to draw in charcoal on Monday I am already drawing it in pencil....

The LOL Disease

*Opens Medical Dictionary* *turns to the L section*

Laugh-Out-Loud (LOL) Disease (l-ol/di-seas) - The Laugh-Out-Loud Disease, more commonly-known as the LOL disease, makes red marks forming the letter L O L appear on victims arms, face and neck. These go after about a week, then return accompanied with the victim vomiting LOL's. Extremely contagious and dangerous if not treated within 24 hours of contracting the virus.

Treatment: Isolation and quarintine.

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One day my friend Kathy was running around really happily because life was good

But suddenly, she stopped her happy frolicking because she felt ill



Her arms itched, Kathy looked down and gasped as she saw

She had the LOL disease!

For you people in the no-know this is the LOL disease:



The LOL disease takes over your blood cells by wrapping their tentacles around the poor blood cells and copying the LOL virus information in to that cell, leaving it then a soul-less LOLing monster.

Lets get back to Kathy. By the time the virus has taken over her body she looks like this:



This is a severe case of the LOL disease.

Over the course of a lot of time your painscale goes like this:

Ouch! Good luck to anyone who contracts this virus!!

After quite a lot of time Kathy's symptoms die down and she returns to school...

Poor Kathy :(