A change will do you good

I am as fickle as a pineapple.

Wait? Is it fickle as pineapple? Or fickle as a cuccumber? No, wait, isn't it cool as a cuccumber? Did I just spell cuccumber right? Which fruit is fickle? How are any fruits fickle, anyway? Who came up with the word fickle? Ack. I'm a bit muddled today; being back in the school swing of things has messed with my brain.

Anyhow, I became tired of the purpleness that was the last blog header, so I went for basic (and boring, yes) black and white. I'm still not happy though; you know when you have an idea in your head, but you just can't find the right way to do it? Well. I'm stuck. I want to have a photograph of a chalkboard, perhaps with someone standing in front of it. I don't particularly want to photograph myself (not flattering from ANY angle) but I also don't seem to find any images that fit on the web. Hmm. Ideas?

I felt a bit like having a gym blog rant since I just got back, but now that I've sat down my inspiration has gone. Instead? More random ramblings.

# The principal at my school knows I have a blog, and wants to read it! I'm so embarrassed; not about by my writing about the school, as I've always been pretty good about what I choose to blog about. No, I'm worried about my not-so-lovely language that graces the pages every day every so often. And also? I'll feel like a twelve year old who's whining to a diary. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just WEIRD. Meh. Weird. Anywho, just in case he does come across it - HI CHRIS! You look lovely today!

# I asked J. today to sound out a word he was trying to spell. Who knew that scared was actually spelled this way; SGED. Hey, at least he tried.. right?

# Mum and I tried on our 80's outfit for Belinda's party on Saturday night. I was grumbling the other day because I felt like we would be completely daggy, and we ARE! But not in a frumpy way, like I had thought. Thankyou Supre, for your horribly daggy leggings that everyone seems to love at the moment. We are forever in your debt. The last thing I need is red shoes. I cannot find the right red shoes anywhere. And can't forget the trashy makeup too. Can't wait!

# Rebel Sport still has not recieved my runners yet. Meaning I am getting cranky. Watch out. Well, no, not really. I'm just cranky because I've had to wait so long.

# Singstar Party arrived in the mail today. PARTY. I'm so excited! Hopefully we'll get a chance to have a go tonight, although Ajay stowed away his Playstation back to his own room again - how dare he?

# You really should listen to the new Goo Goo Dolls album. It's fabulous. And I'll always be in love with Johnny Rzeznik. FABULOUS, I tell you.

# Let me just finish up this post with a picture of Kirby's turtle book-holder-upperer. I've been waiting to get these photos off Julie since she came up in September. Look closely. Use your imagination.

Hi kids! Look at me! I hold your books up.

Ya'll come back, now.

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Ngaire said...

ROTFLMAO! I didnt even need to use my imagination! Like his smiley face though!

~Kathryn~ said...

when you said you asked J to spell out a word .. I was immediately thinking YOUR J !! and got a bit worried there for a moment
and yes - we do look perfectly 80's daggy for bel's party !!!

Hana said...

You know what the funniest thing about this post is?

That you started off worrying about the Principal at your school reading some not so kiddie rated entries and then ended it with a 'use your imagination' joke.

hee! good stuff :)

Tasmiya said...

I like the new look! I thought the J. was YOUR J and yes, started getting a bit worried too. SGED is how I am going to be spelling scared from now on - much easier!

Jonathon said...

I'm new to the blog, so I never saw the old header -- but the new one looks great.

PS: Are you a teacher? Is the principal your boss?

janet said...

I think we need an Aussie-US translation guide! What's daggy?

kirby said...

it's not funny, alynda...

he's still there by the way.. I don't like the way he peers around my books at me...
I might have to relocate him...

Jen said...

It is fickle as a pineapple.

You tried to change it to fickle as a cucumber, but then we realised I couldn't spell it and now I've fucked it up for both of us.

But the phrase is fickle as a pineapple.

I can't believe you publicly questioned the legitimacy of a pineapple being fickle.

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