I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

So that’s different. I know who you are. Lies, I really don’t. But I know somethings that I know about you. So today, there’s no Scoot On, there’s just Scoot. And also the fact that I have a couple things to say, again.

So first off I wanted to let you all know that there is a male I have a fondness towards, and he’s lovely. And I have this super huge urge to gush and just tell how lovely and wonderful he is and how he makes me all butterflies (well he doesn’t make butterflies for me but he gives me butterflies-oh you get the point) and all of the sort, but he’s probably gonna be one of you who reads this. Cue the embarrassment.

Secondly, I wanted to tell you that I genuinely appreciate you. If you’re reading this, I do. I’ve been on this blog for about 2 and a half weeks and the response I’ve gotten has been tremendous. I mean, it’s not like I have 80 new followers every time I come on here, but I do have 10 of them. 10 whom I love dearly and 10 who I wish I could bake cookies for. I make quite crappy cookies though, so I guess most of you guys would have to settle for hugs. Sorry.

Third, I really love the internet. I guess I’ve always been a loud person but the internet is amazing. I’ve never had such a space to just share free thinking and share general musings. I guess I thought that just being me was saying enough-which it is, but you know those things that just make you cringe, or grin uncontrollably? The internet is where I found those things, and the internet is where I talk about those things. So thanks, internet. And to all the strange and beautiful and lovely people who make it happen.

Four: The Great Gatsby is brilliant. I read it and I sure as hell wanted to go and find F. Scott Fitzgerald himself and kiss him. Slight problem seeing that he’s been dead since 1940. That book though, its just ah no words amazing brilliance gaaah. (That is how NOT to phrase a sentence, by the way.)

THE GREAT GATSBY QUOTES SPAM

  • “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” 
  • “Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care.”
  • “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

 

I love each and every one of you people as if you were my Siamese twin. That’s a lot of love, I’ll have you know. I love you people, and I thank you for being alive. Keep reading, and keep telling people to read 😀 but only if you want to, of course 

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ consistency and procastiation

Okay, so I’m not the most consistent person out there.

I apologise profusely for my lack of posting over the past week or so, I’ve just been super busy with a big programming project. As you may guess, it’s important…therefore I should be working on it. But instead I’m here, ready to ramble on about something new that’s plagued me.

I have a problem called procrastination.

I know, we all do. But sometimes, there is need for an intervention. Like me for example. In preparation for finals in 2 weeks, I’ve been frantically making study notes that are illegible and to anyone but myself. I’ve also taken to leaving my study notes in the following format:

*writes title*…*draws flower*…*labels flower The Flower Of Procrastination *…*closes study book*

This is what I’ve been doing. I guess I’m not at the stage where I tie a towel around my neck and run around yelling “Pale Pixie to the rescue” like my friend Jess. Because that’s exactly what she did during mid-year exams.

I guess I understand the point of exams: to test knowledge gained throughout the year. But surely it’s a test of willpower as well? I mean, it’s like a giant competition: Who has enough willpower to cancel all plans, avoid the internet and study their ass off? I think that I should be allowed to refuse this willpower test. I mean, Jess & I are vegetarians — willpower much? MUCH.

It pays off. Eventually, I suppose. You see, some of it doesn’t though. CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHERE I’M GOING TO USE TRIGONOMETRY? Honest to everything, I type this with an exasperated rage as I download extra trig notes. Believe me, I don’t make claims without doing my research: I did! If you want to use trig when you grow up, “Become a plumber,” my math teacher once said.

A plumber? Seriously?

I don’t know why these things exist, or why I keep having random OH MY GOD EXAMS ARE IN TWO WEEKS AND MY PROGRAMMING IS DUE NEXT MONDAY WHY IS LIFE SO DIFFICULT WHAT WHY IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING panic outbursts.

Life is getting too hard. I just want to stop and be  a cat, or a penguin, with no social responsibility except to be adorable and be loved by everyone.

Keep shining now. 🙂

All my love all the time,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ the war for sanity on social media

ImageI can deal with a lot of things. I can deal with most, in fact. But today, while convincing myself that Facebook and Youtube videos count as studying, I came across another rant topic. Do prepare yourself, world.

HASHTAGS.

For God’s sake who came up with these things? Yes, I understand the purpose, and the fact that it’s meant to link collective intrests on posts and photos. But if I see another picture like the one you saw at the top of this post with any of the following hashtags: #selfie #nofilters #nomakeup #clothes #collar #peace #hippies #photography #portrait #faces #duckface #duck #nature #lamp #light #inspired #love #happiness #room #me #pretty #beautiful #youarebeautiful #mirror #mirrormirroronthewall #snowwhite #huntsman #movies #kristenstewart #twilight #twihard…

No lies, this is what I have seen.

If these hashtags are meant to link common intrests, then why the hell are we talking about snow white and hippies and twilight all at once? I mean, if a pot smoking hippie wanted to find out what the best display for his weed truck was, and typed in #hippie and got this instead? Man, I’d be disappointed. People don’t need to point out that the photograph is of themselves.  WE SEE YOU, MMKAY? Like really, just because you have a lamp in the room you’re standing in doesn’t make you an inspiration…it’s really just a lamp.

Instagram does not make you a photographer! Please could people stop hashtagging themselves as photographers when all they do is pose in front of a mirror and press the take button? Seriously, this is affecting my sanity!

I mean, it’s hard to remain sane on social networks these days. You have Facebook which now uses these dreaded things, people linking their twitter to their Facebook accounts (Why would you even do that?) and people linking their Instagram to Facebook, using hashtags like #Instaheart #instadaily #instagram #instalove #instaparty #instafood

GOSH DAMMIT I GET IT

Please, don’t be that guy >.<

Anyway, that’s all for now, I’m going back to hit the books…I have finals in 3 weeks. Wish me luck? I love you 😀

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ having no clothes

“I can’t go out, I  have no clothes.” 

Something said far too often by people who actually just have too many clothes to choose from, that they feel so overwhelmed and get struck with temporary blindness, causing them to be unable to see their masses and masses of clothing. At least that’s what I think happens.

I personally have never been a victim of no-clothes-itis but it hits some people pretty badly. Take my best friend for an example: I went to her house after school because we had an arts evening that night. So she opens her cupboard and says “I have no clothes.” And considering the fact that she lives with her dad, and only 30% of her collection was at mom’s house, it’s relatively understandable.

Except for the part where she ACTUALLY HAD CLOTHES.

I used to think that when somebody said that they had no clothes, it meant that they HAD NONE. I guess I learned not when I was about 12 and somebody said that they had no clothes, so I proceeded to chuck every article of clothing out of their closet and say “You sure?”

Don’t get me wrong, I understand what it feels like not to want to wear the same thing twice. And it’s really not coming from a viewpoint of somebody with lots of clothing. I literally have one pair of shorts. I mean, yes, it feels like you’ve worn absolutely everything. But let me be the very first to assure you: YOU HAVE NOT.

I guess there are loads of things you can do…I mean I don’t know, I’m just a random tall kid who lives in a pair of jeans. I guess accesorising is good…and mixing and matching…and trends…and a whole bunch of other fashion stuff I don’t know a flying fart about. But people do, and I guess learning from them is good…unless if you’re a lazy ass like me who’d just rather wear jeans.

I think clothes are so frustrating, I mean I hate that clothes are a thing. Not because I’d rather be naked (Sweet Baby Jesus NO) , I’d hate it because things cost money and money…well it’s money. Egh.

I think that everybody has a sense of style, and I also have no clue what I’m talking about, so it’s really best you take NOTHING I say about fashion into consideration. Except this: PLEEEAASE DO NOT FOLLOW THAT TREND SEVENTEEN MAGAZINE PUT OUT THAT SAID THAT WEARING YOUR HAIR UNDER A HUGE CHUNKY NECKLACE IS COOL!

That’s it really. Sooooo I guess I’ll go have a look in my not so full but most definately NOT empty closet now. I hope you had the  most stellar of days and that you go forth and prosper in whatever else you do today. 😀

All my love, all the time

Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ being angry

I’m angry.

I’m angry because of reasons, and legitimate ones at that. Not reasons like “the sky is bluer than it was yesterday and now the sky feels like it has an iferiority complex with itself of yesterday” though that too could be a pretty valid point.

I’m angry because racism still exists. I am so tired of racist people, you literally have no idea. I don’t care what colour you are, if I like the way you think (i.e. if you actually think) then I like you! And that’s how it goes for me. But we just have some RACIST ASS BEEPERS in this world and I have no clue why. “I hate white/black/asian people because my parents hate them.” DAHECK IS YOUR PROBLEM? DO YOU HAVE NO MIND? I think that racist people should be vapourised, because God could use that skin and body you’re being racist in for something else, like, hmm, I don’t know, pehaps a human being who treats other people with respect?

I’m angry because homophobia is till a thing. I cannot stand those people who think that their kids will “catch gayness” from being around someone who is EXACTLY the same but loves someone different to how you do. I don’t get it. Listen, if a kid comes out after talking to a gay person, THEY WERE GAY TO BEGIN WITH! Like stop this, “No don’t go there he’ll hurt you” or “Don’t let her come close to you” rubbish. I think it’s such crap and I think that anyone who’s homophobic deserves to be smacked once. Then have some sense drilled into their heads, with a drill if unnecessary.

Lastly, I’m angry because people are intolerant. And not just “Mmm yeah I cant deal walking away” intolerant, intolerant as in REFUSE to be in the same room with people because, I don’t know, they think they’re better somehow? They just refuse to put up with anyone who’s a little, bit , or a lot different to them? Nay. That I cannot do with. Those people need hugs. Then cereal, because if that cant fix them…nothing will.

Anyway, that’s all for tonight’s rant, and I’m really glad I got it out there. Also, to whoever’s reading this, I really and truly appreciate you. I mean I started this new blog because I needed newness in my life and seeing that someone read an article, or liked something makes me get 13 self esteem points. So thank you, beautiful creation. 

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx

 

Scoot on ~ stuff I don’t know what to title

My name is Scoot – wait…wait, I’ve done this before.

Anyway, hi everybody! I know, I know, I said new posts every day but woah :O School just got a lot more hectic and I don’t even know how. It’s like someone’s standing behind the school, and has got this huge hectic-o-meter, and they just turned it up to something crazy like 11 when the scale only goes up to 5.

Anyway, I’ve been out and about going on camps, being pranked involving hyenas, eating bag after bag of chips, becoming lacto-vegetarian  😀 PROUD 😀 and also staying alive, which is relatively important at this point. 🙂

I guess with all my days away I’ve had a chance to think about something absolutely mind boggling…but I changed my mind. I guess what my dear shortest friend said to me today means much more: “Isn’t it scary how most of your life is based on things you do as a teenager?”

That got me good. I mean, you’re a crazy sixteen year old who wants to do nothing but have a beautiful face and a boyfriend/girlfriend and be accepted and taste alcohol…and that’s your future, bro. Why on earth would the universe ever let some crazy hormonal-ass teenager make life decisions? Like, is this some sort of a sick joke? It’s craziness, I wont lie. And today, I don’t have a list for you on how to make the best decisions when you’re a teenager, or how to live a fuul life, or how to be absolutely fantastic and amazing…but I do know that we can do anything.

We, as in you and I. I can. You can. YOU CAN! I probably don’t know who you are, or what you’re going through, or why, or if your favourite goldfish got stolen, or if your pasta sauce won’t thicken, or if you’re feeling suicidal and want to die more than anything, I don’t know. I do know that I’ve been through a hell of a lot. And I’m here. There are so so so many times when I think about all the times I tried to picture how better the world would be without me, but I’m here. I’m here, and I’m a blogger, and I’m alive. I’m alive.

I don’t know if that’s a big deal for you guys, but it is for me. Really, it is. It’s a big deal to be able to look someone dead in the face and say, “You are a lovely person and I would love to keep talking to you”. It’s a big deal for me. I think that we all have time to do that, to make someone better–we just need to find it.

So that’s all I have on my mind for today, and also that I think you’re beautiful. Everyday, I think you are beautiful. And whoever has the pleasure of ever speaking to you is a better person because they did. 

My interview for Junior City Council is tomorrow, and I hope you all have fingers crossed for me 🙂

Gun to my head honest, I love you all. I mean, thank you. For being.

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ sleeping and the lack thereof

 

It’s a well-known fact that teenagers should sleep. Whoever came up with that fact obviously hasn’t met the internet–supposed that they’re still alive, and if not…well God bless his or her soul.

Anywho, about two nights ago I went to bed at around 4 am, only to find that the sun was already rising, leaving me to consume my 3am ice cream in much despair, because of school in 3 hours and other ridiculous things that I believe nobody should have to ever worry about. I couldn’t sleep (duh) and I couldn’t figure out why either. It’s like 4 out of 5 voices in my head wanted to sleep, and the other one was thinking things like, “If tomatoes are a fruit, then is ketchup actually a smoothie? And also, does thee colour orange have the name of the fruit, or the fruit the name of the colour?” 
You see I’m not crazy. I know some people will beg to differ, but I’m not, I swear. I’m being serious here, I’m wouldn’t surprise you with any euphemisms (i.e. I’m just special, or I’m different) if I meant I was actually batshit crazy. I don’t have voices voices I’m my head, just regular voices in my head voices. (Say voices fast 12 times. 😛 )
These voices aren’t always helpful, and neither are the things that people tell you to do to help you sleep. Well, not for me anyway. So I’ve come up with a list of:
Things That DO NOT Help One To Sleep
  1. Counting sheep. Who in the hell came up with this? Seriously, like where does this come from? Because somebody decided that an adequate,appropriate way for someone to fall asleep would be for them to count some wool-making, cloud-looking farm animal. What?  Why would anybody want to think of a sheep if they’re having trouble sleeping? Maybe it’s the “soft and fluffy” mentality. But still, no ways.
  2. Trying to dream.  THIS DOESN’T WORK! I can testify, from about six years of experience. You want to dream about bunnies? Good for you! You think  planning your dream before you sleep is gonna help you out? WRONG. That does nothing but leave you in this half-awake half-dreaming state, and it’s awful. I’m not talking about lucid dreaming here, because that’s actually quite cool (For those of you who didn’t know, lucid dreaming is being able to control your dreams by being awake in them. Here’s how:  http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYSX51xBkos‎ 
  3. Lastly, Crawling into bed. Granted this helps whenever you need to be studying, or doing something important, but the moment you get into a bed to do what a bed was made for (sleep if you wondered, naughty :O ).

So in conclusion, I’m tired. And sleep is SO necessary right now. But maybe I can go another day…them Youtube videos keep me up anyway..

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ the joy of 3am snacks

I eat a lot. And I’m not saying that as one of those tall skinny minnies who eat four biscuits and mourn for themselves, in the form of, “Ohmigaad, I ate, like, 4 biscuits. Like four! Oh my gosh, I’m like, gonna get like, super fat!” No, I’m not like that. Best believe that when I say I eat or ate a lot, I ate an awful lot. And I guess I can just be like a normal kid and eat a lot when there’s food available, i.e. dinner. No, not me- you see I just have to be that kid who goes and has 3am snacks.

You read right, not midnight snacks. 3 AM SNACKS. As in 3 in the morning. According to Troye Sivan,Midnight snacks are reserved for people who make an actual contribution to society, whereas 3am snacks are reserved to those of us who make NO social contribution at all.”  The link to the video is here ->  www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMwJdx6QRxk

So the point that I’ve been beating around is that I eat a hell of a lot. Being a ballet dancer, I guess im not supposed to eat a bowl of ice-cream with cookies and syrup in it (I know it sounds gross, but it is heavenly). I probably eat 143 times a day, and I’m not talking little snacks. I mean I eat everything. Except meat, being vegetarian and all.

On that subject, apparently once you become a vegetarian, you’re said to lose a hell of a lot of weight due to cutting out this huge part of your diet (read about that here, on my friend’s blog: http://nerdlymusings.wordpress.com/2013/06/12/oh-to-be-a-vegetarian/). I never had any of that, any “Oh I’m getting so thin my collar bones have become keyhooks” Or “Look how much weight I’ve lost, my ribs are poking out”–NEVER.

And I don’t know why, maybe it had to do with the fact that im already relatively thin, or that I have a super fast metabolism. Egh, really it’s a mystery I’d rather not care about, to be honest. I think 3am snacks are valuable to human life,and everyone should have them once in a while. I mean, if you’re like me, it’ll result in a sleepy mother running down the stairs telling you how if she ever sees you in that kitchen after 10 pm, there’ll be dire consequences (in which case you continue eating at 3 am) Or maybe your stepmom will be in the kitchen drinking cough syrup when she see’s you chowing on the crackers in the pantry and asks “What the hell are you doing?” (in which case you reply with “couldn’t sleep” and carry all food to your bedroom). I don’t know, to each their own.

If you’ve never had a 3am snack, I think you’re missing out. Because the joy of such a snack is simply found in the fact that everyone is asleep. Except you, and you can just eat, and eat, and eat, and eat…

I guess that an upside is that if anyone ever asks you “what do you do at 3am” you have an answer, while everyone’s  will be something super lame, like “Um, sleeping?”

In the case that my confessions of being an avid early morning snacker have scared you, I think it’s because you’ve never tried it. I mean, after that first 3am snack, you’ll never be the same. I guess once you go snack, you never go back!

You all are all so lovely, I’d love it if you’d drop a comment and make my day 😀 thanks beautiful peeplos! 😀

All my love all the time,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ being tall

What is actually going on with people shrinking these days?

You see, I stand at a height of 1.71 metres, so I’m 5″8. Being nearly 16, I like the perfect idea of a relationship, with a boy taller than me and overall loveliness. BUT NOT IN THIS LIFE.

Boys are shrinking! That’s not even a speculation, but rather a proven fact that I’ve found, with much research and analysis. I mean, yes, the average boy should be taller than the average girl, but obviously, whoever came up with these averages didn’t consider all the crap that goes into every single thing we put in our mouths.

And I’m not saying that boys need to stop eating. Please don’t stop eating. I’m just saying, that there needs to be a plan of action for us taller girls. I mean, it’s really not fair that we have to be resigned to flat shoes at prom or sandals whenever we go out. I’m a ballet dancer. My feet HATE sandals.

So what’s a girl to do? Forsake boys and general canoodling because I’m tall? Nu-uh. I’m not really sure what to do, though. I mean, I’ve been in that place where any hand holding and walking is done with me doing an awkward bent-knee shuffle , because if some guy is short enough that they go on their tip toes -more impressive than I do in ballet shoes, mind you- whenever they want to hug me, things may get a liiiiitle (a lot) bit awkward.

On the topic of hugs, there’s always the dangerous territory of the boob hug. For those of you unfamiliar with it, the boob hug occurs when a tall girl gets into a hugging situation with a boy as short as…well, her boobs. And the rest is history, as they say-except NOT. In this case, the rest was an awkward “pull-your-face-away-from-my-chest” motion, shrinking in any way possible, halfhearted hug, and also extreme awful awkwardness for the rest of <insert time period that I cannot remember that was an awful long time>.

I guess being tall does have it’s perks, apart from people using you as shade because that’s just mega fun. I mean, I can reach things on that shelf above the top shelf, you know that one where people hide the yummy stuff? I eat most  of that food. I guess it’s like a “take that, universe, for letting me be so damn tall” in a way.

I guess short girls have their issues too, but I wouldn’t know. What I do know, form one of my really good (and really short) short friends, is that there’s always someone taller than you in front of you, no matter where you go.

So as relatively messed up as it may be, I guess I’ll just stay tall for now. Until I like, shrink or something. I know, what are the chances? But I guess only time will tell…

That’s a stupendously lovely article of clothing you have on, you sexy devil you 🙂


All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx