Valentines Day- Part 2

Nicholas Galipolas stood combing his hair, in front of the mirror in the school bathrooms. Several boys came and left the bathroom, but Nicholas continued to groom the thick blonde mop until every hair was perfectly in place. Little did he realise that this did no more than excentuate his rather oversized head.

He placed the comb in the back pocket of his tightly fitted black jeans (clearly displaying that he does indeed look after his hair, for all who might happen to walk behind him), and left the bathroom. Making sure, of course, to wink at his reflection first.

The coming Sunday was valentines day and Nicholas needed a date. Not just any date. Samantha Splendid. He had no plan of attack or ideas for the actual date, but he knew that by the end of the day Samantha would be his.

English class was dull. None of Nicholas' friends or Samantha were in his class. He spent the majority of the time texting Peter and Fred, in fact, he was so focused on their hair-product conversation that when he looked up, the room was empty. Except for some average looking, green-eyed girl who stood over his desk with an envelope in her hand.

She placed the envelope on top of Nicholas' grammar book, smiled nervously and scurried out the room. He opened it suspiciously, it read:

Dear Nicholas,

Will you be my Valentine?

June.

"Who the fuck is June?" Nicholas whispered to himself before gathering up his books, throwing the note in the bin and leaving the room.

And there she was. Samantha Splendid. Waiting for him outside the classroom? She looked straight through him with her crystal eyes, her strawberry lips smiled beyond where Nicholas stood. Nicholas turned around, most anxiously, to find a frizzy haired boy in a blue knitted jumper wave in his direction. No, not his direction. Samantha's direction. The boy took her hand, she kissed him on the cheek, he blushed, they walked away.

"Nerd" Nicholas muttered under his breath, for he always stereotyped his fellow pupils.

Valentines Day- Part 1

The air was still and the sun beat heavily down upon the rain-hungry plants beyond the window as Juniper Downington listened to 'you're nobody until somebody loves you' blast through her speakers. A small stream of water trickled down her cheek, she tried to blink more tears from her eyes, but in all honesty, she just wasn't as upset as she thought she was.

Juniper dramatically pulled the plug of her CD player, as if the music was just too much for her to handle. A deafening silence filled the room. A bird whistled outside.

She picked up a pen in her forcefully shaking hand, sat down at her desk and began to write:

Dea-

She crossed it out, screwed up the paper and began again on a fresh piece.

To Nicholas,

She read the words over and over again. They just weren't right. She picked up a new bit of paper.

Hey Nicholas,

No. No. Completely off. Straight in the bin. She considered these first crucial words until she came to

Dear Nicholas,

Perfect. She quickly continued:

You don't know me very well, but I sit two seats behind you in English. You may not even remember who I am, we haven't really talked. You might recall that one day we were paired up together for a grammar exercise? But then again you probably wouldn't remember that because you were texting the whole time. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I like you and was wondering if you wanted to be my Valentine?

Love June.

She read the note several times over, crossing certain lines out and making various adjustments until she was left with:

Dear Nicholas,

Will you be my Valentine?

June.

Before she allowed herself to change her mind, Juniper placed the note into a small envelope and licked it shut. Tomorrow she was going to give the note to Nicholas.

The Thoughts of a Thoughtless Day

11.11 is such a special time of day. Two special little minutes everyday of the week.

I don't know why we have deathly yellow sticky sticks on our lemon tree, why is the death of poor little lemon-hungry bugs less important than the health of our lemons?

I told my friend we would be pen pals and that I would be the first to write as I have her address. I hope she isn't waiting for the letter I haven't written.

The Beatles albums are all piled up on my desk. And yet I sit in silence. Rain is more than silence.

Yesterday I felt at home at a train station which wasn't mine. I was thirsty but the vending machine didn't work, so the garbage man got me a lemonade from out the back.

My sister got a phone. It angered me.

The sound of a clock ticking is the loudest sound of all.

When my parents leave the house I begin my rebellious mission of turning off their four conflicting radios. Then I am free.

David stares at me as I type. I have rotated the statue several times, but the naked figure always returns its gaze to my window. I think he's haunted.

I didn't have an idea for a post but felt like writing one, the result of such a feeling can be observed above.

Girls: A Generalisation

I was just on Facebook and came across some group called "50 things boys don't know about girls," it made me laugh because I felt sorry for any boy who reads the page and believes every point is true for all girls. Although it was partly inaccurate and made enormous generalisations, it was entertaining enough to read until the end. So, I thought I would write up one from my own experience and that of my friends.

Dear boys,

1. Girls tend to have a fantasy view on love and spend their time looking for Prince Charming, but in the end reality is so much better, because it's real. Girls discover this when they meet someone and all that someone does is smile at them, but that makes their world complete.

2. Girl always like to be told they're pretty. Even if it's their sister telling them or just a friend. If you tell a girl they look nice they won't assume you have a crush on them, they'll just feel good about themselves.

3. A girl never thinks a boy likes them until they say "I like you" until then, it's just mind games and confusion.

4. Girls analyse every little thing the boy they like does. If a boy signs off MSN with xx every time they talk and then one day signs of with xxx, the girl will be very excited and think about it constantly until the next time they talk.

5. Girls never mind if you spontaneously take their hand. Even if you're just friends, it's always nice.

6. Sometimes a girl is quiet because all she's thinking is "I can't believe I'm sitting next to him! This is fantastic" but she can't exactly say that, so instead she says nothing.

7. If a girl is talkative online and with her friends, but not when you're around,then she likes you, and can't get her thoughts together quick enough when you're around. Stringing a sentence together can be hard when you want it to be perfect, so often it's easier just not to say anything. Usually all they want to do is sit some place quietly and talk to you, but when it comes around to it it's surprisingly hard.

8. Girls like to be 100% certain that the boy they like likes them back before they confess their feelings. This is because friendships can be destroyed if it isn't dealt with properly. If a boy doesn't have a crush on a girl, the girl would want the conversation to go like this: "I like you" followed by the boy saying something along the lines of "I thought we were just friends? I mean, I really like you, but I didn't think we were any more than just friends. Can we still be friends forever?" but she's scared it will go like this: "I like you" responded to with "oh….. ok….. um….. I have to go now, I'm late for… this thing." Because that's pretty much the end of everything. They would rather be friends forever, than attempt to be more than friends and loose everything.

9. Girls think they're being exceptionally obvious and giving away their feelings pretty clearly. I haven't figured out if this actually comes across like we think it does, maybe it does.

10. Girls link the things boys say back to their own relationship. For example: my friend likes a boy who joined a Facebook group called "I used to like a girl and now I hope she dies in a hole" now my friend is somewhat worried that he wants HER to go die in a hole.

11. Girl like it when you remember facts about them. "I got you this blue flower, because I know blue is your favourite colour" or "this (whatever) reminded me of you, I hope you like it" makes girls all the more happy because it's more personal than an expensive golden ring that could be given to any girl.

12. Money doesn't matter.

The Other Boleyn Girl Dies

Last night I watched 'The Other Boleyn Girl.' Admittedly, I did only watch it because Jim Sturgess was in it.

Good film. Made me cry, a lot. A lot. Very much.

My main concern about the film is the back of the cover. This is what is says:

"A sumptuous and sensual tale of intrigue, romance and betrayal set against the backdrop of a defining moment in European history, The Other Boleyn Girl tells the story of two beautiful sisters, Anne and Mary Boleyn who, driven by their family's blind ambition, compete for the love of the handsome and passionate King Henry VIII. While both women eventually share the king's bed, only one will ascend to the throne for a brief and turbulent reign that ends tragically with a swing of the executioner's sword."

I didn't particularly want to know what happens at the very end of the film. There was a large chance that she wouldn't we executed, and it wasn't until the second the sword was swung that we (the audience) knew.

I know the death of Anne Boleyn to be a rather well known historical event, but I still don't think they should have spelt out the end of the film in such a way.

They may as well have said:

"King Henry needs a girl to sleep with because his wife is barren and he needs an heir. First Anne wins the King, but then he prefers Mary. Mary becomes pregnant. It's a boy. The King dismisses her and his son and goes back to Anne. Anne becomes the queen. Anne becomes pregnant. It's a girl. Anne becomes pregnant again. Anne looses the baby. Anne can't tell the king because he will get cross. Anne needs to become pregnant again before the King finds out she's lost the baby. Anne asks her brother George for "help." George attempts to "help" but doesn't go through with it. George's wife sees Anne and George in her bed. She jumps to conclusions. She tells the king Anne has committed the crime of incest. George is killed. Anne is killed. Mary takes her baby and Anne's baby and moves to the country."

I should have said "this post contains spoilers" at the top. So sorry.

All You Need Is Love

I've turned into a bit of a hippie since I last blogged (not including that last post explaining my extended absence), I've become somewhat obsessed with The Beatles and Paul McCartney. Mainly Paul. Having listened to their songs continuously for the past couple of months, I've learnt the following things:

1. To make big changes in the world, we have to first fix the little problems as they are the foundations of the bigger problems.

2. The most important thing in the world is love.

3. People are scared of love because of several reasons. All these reasons are silly, I can't even be bothered listing them.

4. To love your friends is just as important as loving your lover.

5. Love has a nasty habit of disappearing over night.

6. People live by a belief that they can't change the world single handedly. If everyone thinks this, and therefore does nothing, then you're right. The world can't be changed.

7. We still have the same problems in 2010 as The Beatles had in the 60s-80s. Paul McCartney points this out in his poem 'Was It Really Twenty Years Ago?' So hopefully in 20 years from today things will be better and not worse.

8. Perspective can make devils or angles of us.

9. If you give a gun to a man and tell him he has to shoot, he will shoot. If you tell him not to shoot there's a 50% chance he will. (This statement could be promptly argued against, but I'm being metaphorical. The point is, when we're exposed to badness we're more likely to be corrupted than changing for the better when we're exposed to goodness. The point of that is, we should all try and listen to the goodness and not the badness.)

10. The Beatles write A LOT of songs about leaving and returning home. So much in fact, you start to wonder if they toured the world constantly, leaving numerous friends and family behind.

11. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool but making his world a little colder.

12. Paul McCartney's book 'High In The Clouds' (which I really ought to return to the library), demonstrates that the world isn't perfect, but happiness can be found in any situation, especially if you look out for others and aim to achieve happiness for not only yourself but those around you as well.

I'll skip points 13-678 for today, as I must go and celebrate my mums birthday.

I'm Back

I was about to apologise for not writing in what..... oh, I don't know, months? But I won't. Ha!

I hope you enjoy the new layout, I did like the other one, but felt a change was in order. This will bore you, but I feel I need to explain why I haven't written in so long. It comes down to this and this alone: I don't have a computer. I mean, I DIDN'T have a computer. Now I do. I salvaged a maximum of five minutes a day on the family computer, as my sister's games and dad's... whatever it is he does... was far more important (I only say that with the slightest hint of sarcasm).

At present I only have five minutes to write this post (as my computer is not 'ready' and I am on the family one), I wish to include the following facts:

1. I am most alive.

2. I haven't given up on this blog.

3. I hope I haven't lost too many readers.... hopefully all three of you are still faithful.

And that is all I have time for. Ignore any grammar mistakes as I don't have time to read back over this.