The Truth About Love

Okay, in brief, here’s where I’ve been over the past 2 (?) months:

Me: *tries to get grades up* ufffffffffff

Me: *tries even harder* ufffffffffffffff

Me: *STILL CAN’T DO THE THINGS*

me: *cries softly*

Me: *CRIES LOUDLY*


Exams start in two days, and I’m really stressed out, but not more than usual. After attempting a practice test for my maths exam that I (a) felt good about and (b) PREPARED FOR, I managed to score a grand 12 per cent. Not even a little bitof an exageration: 12/100. Wonderful.

I’ve spend the last week living at my darling Mouse’s house (her name is Caitlin, and she is by no means a rodent), waking up and getting ready in 12 minutes, eating breakfast and petting three cats at a time. In addition to the fantastic all vegetarian food I was provided with, there were also those teenage girl darkness talks. About all the things. Just to clarify: niether of us was naked, no pillows ripped apart during the glorious pillow fight, and all action was PG-12L. Sorry.

On my last day there, after countless conversations about girls and boys and cute butts and fish and Teen Wolf, we spoke about love. And London. We matched up all of our friends with cities where they could possibly potentially find the love thing (Italy, Cape Town,Amsterdam, ANYWHERE) and then we spoke about ourselves.

Now, call me selfish, but everything that comes out of this girl’s mouth is GOLD (okay, maybe not everything) so I was listening intently. A part of the conversation went like this:

Me: I’m going to Indiana. But should I be? *teen girl insecurity things ugh*

Mouse: *deep in thought, nodding*

Mouse: Mmmm.

Me: I think I need to go to Europe.

Mouse:Yes.

Me: Where would  I begin? Will I even be happy? *strange noises* What if everyone hates me?

Mouse: London. Definitely London, to start. And then you can work your way around to (place I can’t remember) and (place I can’t remember) and Liverpool.

Both: LIVERPOOL.

Mouse: I feel like you’ll go to London and meet a boy, maybe, who will think you’re the most interesting creature he’s ever come across. And he’ll be the one you wrote in the book. (I wrote an imginary boy. That’s all.) It takes a specific person to love you, Scoot. And I think you’ll find that person there.


WHAT IS THE POINT?

1) I had a great time.

2) The truth about love is that it takes a specific person to love you. And sometimes, you’ll need to go somewhere to find that person. I think you’ll find that person there. Even if that person is yourself.

This has been the most clichéd blog post I have ever written, I think. But I’m trying to do this NaNoWriMo thing and write despite exams, and be open and real and I’m feeling VERY TEENAGE GIRLISH AND I’M BEING OKAY WITH IT, OKAY?

That’s all I’ve got. Thanks to Matt Black for reminding me about NaNoWriMo, even though I’m twenty-four and a bit hours late. Day one and two, all smushed into 300 words of teen girling.

All my love,

-Shalom X

Scoot on ~ how a good day can turn you into a teenage monster

This post was written on Monday, the 6th of January 2014, and published today. Know why? Because this is the PROCRAASTINAAAATIOOON STAAAATIOOON!

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Why hello there! You see, I was wondering how you manange to go about the way you do, seeing that they youness of you fills all the pace you walk into, and it’s awesmome.

Today, I  crawled out ou bed at around 8.30am – intreresting, seeing as this girl did not sleep at all. And then I thought that the day would continue to be a regular counterproductive day – I mean, it’s vacation. What the hell else are you meant to do?

Well, instead of staying in bed and watching TouTubers all day,  I was out of bed before 3pm. I’m actually going to type that again, because that is a BIG deal for me. BEFORE 3pm! Now before you get all hopeful for me, let me let you down as I do 🙂 I was only out of bed because I was going to go to the optometrist with my little sister.  Now, if I wanted to have an unproductive day,  that totally ruined it for me.  What else made me all chirpy was the good music of The Beatles ‘1’ album, Phoenix, The Naked and Famous, and The All American Rejects.

The day started off at Cresta Shopping Centre, with mom going to American Express, and then the bank. Now, as you may or may not know, there’s not much for a fiteen year old and a thirteen year old to do in a bank. So, we took our seats on rather cushiony chairs, and this happened:

Immanuela: *takes water* Hey, can I have some of your water?
Me: You can’t just take things without asking! Hey, Chester, you stole my water!
Immanuela: I didn’t say anything when you stole my life.
Me: What?

Me: *pokes Immanuela’s nose*
Immanuela: What the hell?
Me: I’m really sorry, I just had to poke your nose!
Immanuela: Oh. Okay.
*several minutes later*
Immanuela: *pokes me viciously in stomach*
Me: Ah good payback.
Immanuela: No, I just wanted to see if I could.
Me: Okay…

Me: *chokes on water and quacks*
Immanuela: Ah, don’t die here.
Me: I quacked.
Immanuela: *bursts out laughing*
Me: What?
Immanuela: I just registered what that sounded like!
Me: Well, when I make this face I look like a pterodactyl. *makes face*
Immanuela: *laughs hysterically*
Me: *laughs hysterically*
Man behind desk: *looks at us concernedly*

So on the way up to the upper level of the store,  I danced in an elevator and walked out like nothing happened.We then went to game and I, Shalom Obisie-Orlu, bought a phone with my own cash. Yeah, it was R900-00 (so $90 American) and I had to pay for it without parental help – it’s awesome and I love it.

Anyway, that happened, and so we went to the optometrist where the lovely Ma Agnes helped us with admin. So my sister got her check up done, and I got the marvellous news that my trial contact lenses had arrived! My sister and eye (OH MY GOODNESS I MADE A FUNNY) got our eyes checked by Idette – who is such a fantastically beautiful person it astonishes me- and I’m off to see her again on Wednesday.

This is Agnes :D

This is Agnes 😀

This is Idette :D

This is Idette 😀

So I came home, feeling all chilled out, the teenage monster overtook me, and I ended up taking a typical teenage girl picture. This is the result of my “I’m a teenage girl exploring the world” pose. Have a stellar day-day!

Look at me. Holding my dress. Teenage girl status: accomplished.

Look at me. Holding my dress. Teenage girl status: accomplished.

All my love,

Scoot xx