Scoot on ~ the trouble of theme choosing

SIDE NOTE: this post was meant to be published last night, buuuut our friend the internet did not allow for such. Sorry, I’ll just be posting twice today! X

The theme on my blog is aptly named TwentyThirteen. And being the person that I am, today, I sat down and said to myself, “Come now, whatever happened to leaving TwentyThirteen in 2013?” So, as the average human being would do, I went to the mirror and poked the reflection for 13 minutes – oh, yes, I now have a watch- and then I decided to browse through some new themes.

Now, because I’m me  (otherwise known as ridiculously indecisive and unable to be fast about it) I felt really intimidated by all of the themes and the variety posed by them all. I guess the logistics were simple: choose a new theme that’s good for mostly text posts and is interesting enough to look at. 

What actually happened was 21 minutes of scrolling and anxiety.

So, let me introduce you to a very small selection of the WordPress themes that I considered, and the extreme in-my-head conversation that accompanied them.

  • TwentyFourteen

twentyfourteen-home

Hey, seeing that that’s next year and my current theme corresponds with the year, I should probably carry on with that. Oh. Ohhh. This is pretty. Look how those photos show up. Pretty. Featured images really shine in this theme.‘ Hey, that would work…if I used featured images. -_- Okay, so this one is out. Bummer.

  • Shine On

Shine On

OWL! I like owls! MM, this looks cool. Looks like it could be used for writing. Mm, sounds good. Oh, what’s Harry’s owl’s name? Headwig! Why isn’t this theme called Headwig? Oh well, you can’t have everything. It’s pretty bright, it could possibly be exciting! Megh. Megh megh megh. No, not this one.

  • Writr

Home Page

A HOT CUP OF TEA! I do like this! still, this isn’t a photo blog…and there are these two columns that kinda scare me…but the colours are pretty? Yeah no this isn’t going to work.

  • EVERY SINGLE THEME

Achahacahahahah hehe sleepy time 😀 oh is that a goat? Hmm what’s on tumblr? THIS CRAPPY INTERNET CONNECTION IS KILLING ALL VIBES THAT I HAVE EVER HAD.

me: yeah it’s almost 3am better sleep
next harry potter book: oh no you don’t
me: leave me alone I want sleep
harry: hello there
me: WTF IM HALLUCINATING I NEED SLEEP
dudley’smom: harry come here now you rubbish child
me: OH NO YOU DIDN’T hold on sleep I’ll be back

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And this is the reason my theme is still TwentyThirteen.

Well, new year’s posts are mandatory, so see you tomorrowowowowowowWOW! 😀

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ The Beautiful Craziness That Is My Home

DEAREST INTERNET HOW I’VE MISSED YOU

MARRY ME

NEVER LEAVE ME

Beautiful beings, I’m back! Huge huge huge shout outs to my dearest dearest Jess – this girl is my the left boob to my life and I really did miss her! (‘Left boob’ being an affectionate term, and contrary to popular or unpopular belief, Jessica Rachel Craven is not a breast.) Then to Miss Beckensträter: JENNA YOU’RE LOVELY AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING A-O-GOOD PIE! And lastly, to anyone and everyone out there who reads this, to beating hearts all around: I hope I get to come in contact with your beautiful soul someday! ♥

Now, the question at hand: Where the hell have I been, and WHY ME NO UPDATE????

To be frank, *takes deep breath*, I went to Ethiopia for 2 weeks because my dad now works at the AU and I sat in the lobby of the apartment we were staying in because the wifi was there and at every available moment, so was I, and I wrote posts and published two of them and also stayed indoors of the Furnished Diplomat Apartments, Addis Ababa, for most of the time except during the last week when I went to the AU (African Union) Headquarters and the National Museum of Ethiopia partially because I had to take pictures or my friend Rebecca would kill me with fire and then I packed up my stuff and headed back to South Africa for all of one day and then re-packed and hopped back on a plane to Nigeria where *ANOTHER DEEP BREATH* we’d be denied visitation rights to my mother’s insanely amazing familia and forced to go to y father’s village where everything village like exists including evil witches who use you don’t want to get on the bad side of and I got malaria and then flew back and I am now in Johannesburg in my house on a couch updating.

In brief, that’s where I’ve been the past month. 

I’ve been on 4 planes and in 3 airports, and I’m tired as hell on a stick (I do wonder how tired hell really can be if there are people burning in it?I I guess burning is rather tedious.) and right  now, I have some serious appreciation for South Africa.

Today, at 3am, I watched a sunrise from a South African Airways plane seat. I watched the sun rise from above the clouds. I saw my home unfold – and I was silent, for a while. I mean, it’s not every day, or even every second day that you see something like that. And I’m sure I could have been flying to Tehran and seen exactly the same thing, but there’s something about coming home that changes the way everything is. 

I guess it’s been difficult to orient myself with a specific nationality, just in my eyes though. My mom and dad are Nigerian born and raised (HUGE stigma in South Africa) and I was born rather patriotically on July 4th in Prince George’s County, Maryland, USA. I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. 3 passports makes it difficult to identify yourself. I’m an American born South African with Nigerian parents. WHAPOWOWOWOWOW!

After a month away from my own house, I can tell you one thing: Tonight, I may not sleep well. What’s certain, however, is that I’m here in SA, and it is my home; I love it.

I love this country, and I love these people, and I love this place.

Spend a month in the rest of Africa -or even just 2 countries- after living comfortably in Joburg, and you would too.

This pampoen is getting her SOUTH AFRICAN I.D tomorrow 😀 somebody drop a whoop! Stay wonderful now. 😉

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ chronic douchebaggery

Yeah, so I’m still in Ethiopia and I have a pretty strong feuling for this post: beware – yet another rant (though calmer than most) awaits.

I’ve met my fair share of awful people. And I know more of them await (due to the fact that I’m 15 and basically know nothing in the grand scheme of things), and I plan to face them all with the same attitude…except if they happen to be a re-incarnarion of Mandela of some sort – may his soul forever be at never ending peace.

Anyway, on to today’s subject matter: the douchebag.

Who, and or what, is the douchebag, and where does it/ this person come from?

Prime example of the day: I have a friend. Her name is Jenna, and she’s in my ballet class. We don’t go to the same school, and only see each other about 3 times a week when I can make class.

Jenna went to a party. (Yay parties!) Jenna saw the DJ who just so happened to go to my school. (Yay DJ!) Jenna took a fondness towards said DJ. (Yay fondness?) DJ happened to go to my school. (Yay Northcliff!)

So me being the friend that I am, I tell Jenna I’d find out about this DJ guy. Armed with nothing but the name ‘Andrew’, I set out to find more about this kid.

And then I realised that I knew Andrew. (Yay Andrew?)

NO.
(insert rage here)

Andrew once teased one of the less popular girls in his grade, something about her hair being frizzy or something. If you know anything about me, you know that if there’s one thing I can stand in this world, it’s injustice. That includes all type of bullying or mistreating of anyone EVER.

So I, being me, proceeded to publicly push Andrew -note: he stumbled back and shall not quickly forget that he was assaulted in the name of justice and threatened with castration should he try to defeat the ends of justice again- and get this girl away from him.

Jenna’s smart. You can guess that her intrest levels in Mr. Andrew changed rather drastically.

(Negatively, that is.)

Andrew is a prime example of what I’d call a douchebag. Or a douchenozzle, or total idiot, or misguided fool, or…well you get the point.

The douchebag has a stange way of somehow attracting, in this case, many of the fine female species to his douchebaggery ways. This, however, is not adviseable.

DO NOT FALL FOR A DOUCHEBAG
DO NOT LET HIM IN
DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT

(crazy warning moment over)

Look, I don’t have a problem with many people, but if you’re really just an intolerant butt-face who thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity…there’s a problem. How to find out if you’re a douchebag 101, done.

So in conclusion, don’t be awful. I’ll will pull a complete Liam Neeson on you – okay, maybe a half Liam Neeson on you- because I will find you and injure you.

Badly.

Regardless, if you’re a douchebag, stop and be nice. Chronic Douchebagerry can be treated. If you’re not? Ah, just keep being you, you’re awesome. And I send you tonnes of positive energy because you deserve it. Bwam!

Stay you people, and keep your eyes peeled and brains attentive for the nearest d-bag. Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear, look out.

Can’t wait to be back home in SA!

All my love, all the time,
-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ what NOT to do in an Ethiopian Airport

Hi guys! So I’m in Ethiopia, as this title may have informed you XD This is a beautiful country so far, and I’m really staying in such a great place – I think – and it should be good!

So the flight here from Joburg was good, and the plane was actually really cool! And then we touched down. At the airport.

Now, who knows how to spell trouble?

Me. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

Also spelled as ‘my dad is a diplomat and has a tendency of causing trouble because he thinks he’s really REALLY important and everyone gets annoyed by that very quickly’.

In brief, what happened was that we got to passport control, and some protocol officer called my dad to the front. And then lots of arguing. And then pushing and shoving. And then ‘we were here first!’. And this continued for about…50 minutes?

So what’s the moral of the story? STAY IN THE DARN QUEUE! I honestly would rather have just stood peacefully for half an hour than stand and get shoved around for the most part of an hour.

So look. When in Ethiopia? Stay as normal as possible. Think you’re special? YOU’RE NOT. Hate to be the one who dampens your spirits, but I guess things are different in an airport?

You know you’re still amazing and all that, I mean, look at you! 😉

So I’ll be sure to update later, day 2 of Ethiopia awaits!

All my love, all the time
-Scoot xx