Making hamburger patties out of MY HEART! and a couple wicked cool pics.

Posted on October 26, 2009 by Daisy

Oh boy – I don’t know if you caught my last post but here’s a little reminder of what you missed

PART 3

If you can’t tell – I MAY have been a LITTLE crabby that night with my ghetto beach-bum rock-band SUCKING neighbors – and because of a few other things like the fact that MEN DON’T HAVE HEARTS!!! BUT!!! GUESS WHAT???? LAST NIGHT I WAS EVEN MORE CRABBY!!!!

MORE!!

Hard to believe – I know. But it’s true – or at least it WAS true for the whole of a couple hours until a hot knight in damp armor (it was raining outside) rescued me from my rottenness and I got over it – temporarily.

So what could have temporarily made Daisy MORE crabby than all of those crabby emoticons above??

Oh I don’t know … maybe the fact that North Sydney aka CommitmentPhobe aka Ultimate Douchebag aka HE’S DEAD TO ME decided to call and RIP out my heart – total gory Halloween style – and SMASH IT UP INTO A NICE MUSHY MUSHNESS and FRY IT UP LIKE A HAMBURGER.

For those of you who can’t keep up with all the soapyness that is the opera of my life – here is the QUICKEST RECAP EVER:

We dated a bit, I hated him for a bit, I fell in love with him for a bit and TWO weeks ago he told me he was ready to take a chance on love (this was TWO WEEKS AGO!!)

LAST NIGHT he called to tell me HE HAS GOTTEN BACK TOGETHER WITH HIS EX from two years ago THAT HE’S ALWAYS TOLD ME HE COULDN’T STAND and THEY’RE THINKING OF MOVING IN TOGETHER!

Say WHHHAAATTT??? Two weeks he told me I WAS THE ONLY GIRL IN HIS LIFE. Right. Can we say DOUCHEBAG??

My mom says he’s dead to us. So guess what?? I hope he DOESN’T rest in peace and GUESS WHAT ELSE??

This is his official Daisy Blog Obituary.

CommitmentPhobe was really cool until he turned into a weird-o freak. Ultimate Douchebag was always a douchebag. And although I fell in love with North Sydney and his child and although he loved me in his own twisted way too – he only loved me as his emotional and relationship CRUTCH and it’s time to let him walk all on his own. Good Riddance!

And if I could stick my tongue out in childish glory – I soooooo would. But he’s “dead” to me now – and to my mom – so I think it’s time to live it up a little in Sydney before I go home. Watch out! I usually take the high road…

but I think it’s time to take a walk on the wild side.

in other news, I took these really cool photos that you may or may not have seen on my other blog 4, 5, 6, ELEVEN Petals.

Where’s Waldo? Or what does this picture say about me??

Posted on September 16, 2009 by Daisy

You should PROLLY listen to the song at the bottom of this post while you read this :) or not.

sink

Hmm … I think a bullet point list ought to do. YAY!!! a LIST!!! Wahoo!!!

What does this picture say about me??

I love ketchup
I don’t just LOVE ketchup but I totally <3 HEART <3 it TOO!!! YAY!!!
Engineering CATASTROPHES kinda sorta bug me – kinda sorta in the way that I actually bother to take a picture of the catastrophe to post on my blog. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WASH MY HANDS IN WARM WATER WHEN MY ONLY OPTIONS ARE BURNING HOT AND ICY COLD??? And no it doesn’t work to try and lightning fast swing back and forth between the two. And even though the cold does feel pretty ok after SCORCHING your hand on BURNING HOT WATER – it doesn’t make it ok.
I attend the University of Sydney where these sinks are found.
I’m on pain pills for my back. What? you couldn’t tell that from the picture? OOOHHH. Well now – look again dear friend and you MAY just see that I got ON THE WRONG TRAIN today for the first time EVER because I’m a little YAYHAPPYDAY-DOTOODOOO space cadet. I discovered my error when I landed in a town I couldn’t pronounce in an area I couldn’t pronounce next to a guy whose name I SURELY couldn’t pronounce.

And the best part?? The pills don’t even really work! And thanks to the Dr. I went from a 6 on the Frowny Face scale to a whopping 8.8!!! He said “Can you move your head like this?” and then proceeded to move my head BEFORE I COULD REACT and then YOWSERS!! 8.8 on the Frowny Scale. The pill brought me back down to an 8 but I’d say a -0.8 reduction does NOT speak highly of the medicine.

Nighty night!!

oh and p.s. #3 has a new GF and – well – you ALL know what I won’t say right about now. But what I WILL say is that they look really cute together!! :) And it appears those french fries that #3 told me I wasn’t allowed to eat because he was afraid I’d PORK OUT have landed smack dab on his hips while all that extra alkeehall he drinks now that his partner drinks with him has landed squarely (or should I say roundly?) on his belly. HAHAHA! Karma’s a be-otch!

SNAP! I know I shouldn’t point fingers while I’m eating a bag of M&Ms – but seriously – you try being a space cadet while having EIGHT degrees of frown all up in your neck.

Violent Femmes – Blister in the Sun

omgosh – just KIDDING?? What is that?? it’s a foreign language!! Let’s try this one instead …

Daisy says the Darndest Things days 20-31

Posted on August 31, 2009 by Daisy

It’s been awhile. Like over-a-week-awhile. Like the longest-I’ve-ever-gone-without-blogging-while. Not a good thing. What’s happened in the last 11 days?? A whole lot of not a whole lot. Yeah – that’s right.

First I had an assignment due – a big one. That was due 2 weeks ago. I still haven’t handed it in. Things haven’t been going as smoothly as hoped.

Day 20, 21 & 22- when I was still optimistic about my essay

Day 23 and 24 – Remember how I decided no more kissing North Sydney because HE IS A COMMITMENTPHOBE who FREAKS OUT every time HE kisses me!?!? Yeah – that didn’t last long. And then I went to my international adviser and she told me that she struggling to try and work with me because I’m smarter than her and my life is very complicated. Gee – that’s encouraging. (insert glare.)

Day 25 and 26 - I think it was about THIS point in my life when I discovered North Sydney didn’t remember ANYTHING about our meeting, his “stalk you later” phone calls and our very brief romance a year ago. I very bluntly called this to his attention. :) He tried to kiss and make up – I rolled my eyes and laughed. Then I tried to do my essay and fell asleep over and over again. Oh and I discovered I can tell the difference between fresh and not-as-fresh M&Ms. oh yes.

Day 27 – I went and met with the adviser again and this time she was more encouraging. We determined that I’m having issues with essay writing because of my first semester as a graduate student when I had a super nasty teacher who used her dislike of my nationality to influence the marks she gave me. As a straight 95% and above student my whole life – I lost all confidence in my ability to be a student after I received her grades and this lack of confidence is a detriment to my current studies. :( We agreed that discrimination and racism are out of my control and I need to try and move forward. I decided to study in the park under the bright and beautiful sun.

Day 28 - I actually went to class – instead of staying home sick like I did the rest of the week. Class was REALLY good – I’m in the process of animating a girl on a swing set. It’s a lot of fun and I can do it for hours and hours without getting bored. A BIG relief from essay writing.

Day 29 and 30 – I’ve had insomnia like no other the past couple of weeks. “Bones” the television series has become my nightly insomnia treatment. It also makes for great dreams. I’ve never been a better crime fighter/super hero/pretend anthropologist in my life. :) lol.

Day 31 – One month down – 12 more to go.

It means “I love you” in sign language. I might have accidentally kind of said something that would indicate the possibility that I COULD be in love with North Sydney. I didn’t mean to!! It slipped out!!!

He said- “You need to have kids. You will be a great mom.” (a nice compliment bcuz he has a child.)

I said – “Yeah but finding the right guy is going to be next to impossible. I think I’ll just settle with my dogs – they’re like my kids.”

He laughed and said, “You’re getting close. If you mix CC+4 with -3 you’d almost get the perfect man for you.”

I said, “Yeah but I’m never going to meet someone who is perfect and there isn’t going to be a guy out there who is a cross between all the good of CC+4 and all the good of -3.”

He said, “You never know…”

I said, “What I really need is just to find the American version of you – then I’d be set.”

I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT!!!

I told my flatmate that I couldn’t believe I let that one slip out!!! North Sydney gets scared off every time he kisses me – and then I tell him he’s like the perfect guy for me?? My flatmate said, “Yeah but do you feel that way?” I said – “Yes.” And my flatmate said, “Well then you told the truth. You shouldn’t be worried about it.”

He’s right. I told the truth. And fortunately for me – North Sydney DIDN’T freak out – he just took it as a compliment – and things are the same as always. :)

The post that never was, closure w/CC+4 and yay for friends!!!

Posted on July 30, 2009 by Daisy

Have you ever written a blog post only to find it mysteriously disappeared?? That happened to me yesterday – it was a big sucks. I explained how I finally got closure on CC+4 and I told a snotty/funny story which can’t be recreated so to sum up the gossip – he basically informed me that WITH ME he was only looking for a good time – say WHAT?? Niiiiiicccccceeeeee. And I call bull-crap! Why? Because he also confessed a while back that the reason he stopped talking to me last semester was because he was looking for MORE and he thought I was only looking for a good time. But WHAT.EV.ER. I suppose if we’re making attempts to be happyhappyjoyjoy we could be grateful for the closure. YAY FOR CLOSURE!!!

or something like that …

Do things happen for a reason?

Who knows for sure – but looking back on the past year of my life I can tell you I can kind of see how lucky I am to have had the trials and difficulties I once hated. It’s been a crazy path – a tearful journey – and also lots of fun!!! I’ve grown so much – even my family has noticed!! And I want to give a shout out to all of my bloggy friends, all of my new friends in Sydney, all of my old friends in Utah and … I think it’s time to give a special shout out to North Sydney – my BFF in Australia.

Thank you – all of you!!

You make my life brighter. :)

And now – back to that special shout out to my Aus-BFF … remember CommitmentPhobe? No? That’s ok. He was the first man to sweep me off my feet in Australia. Charming – hot – romantic – I was scared and when he gave me flowers I left them at his house. GASP!!!! Daisy how could you??

I know – I know … but I was scared. I wasn’t ready for a relationship and really? He wasn’t either. So we became friends. And now? One whole year later we’re the best of friends. I absolutely adore him. And it’s driving me crazy that I haven’t seen him for FIVE WEEKS!!! FIVE WEEKS!!!! I think it bothered him as well … not only did he complain about the length of my trip but he scheduled my first Saturday night home well in advance. lol. I talked to him yesterday (the day I arrived) and I told him I want as much of his Saturday as I can have. He laughed – but I think he feels the same way.

Friends and family are the spice of life – they give a dreary day a spark of color, a dash of flavor/flavour.

And you know what? That’s something to smile about.

My little upside down world is going to right itself

Posted on April 25, 2009 by Daisy

It’s now the afternoon of a fantastically beautiful day. I’ve showered, am about to get ready for what should be a rowdy night on the town. Yeah – hopefully it will be fun. I had an offer to stay in tonight but there’s something soothing about losing yourself in a crowd. As you slowly work yourself into the center of attention you are no longer the lost little girl whose younger brother disappeared from her life, you are no longer the lost little girl with no older brothers to turn to, you are no longer the lost little girl who feels more and more lonely every day despite your ever growing social circle. And more than all of this? You are no longer the ridiculous little girl who is obsessed with her weight.

The International Student Adviser suggested I go home for the winter break. [insert look of death] I told her I didn’t think I wanted to. I haven’t booked my ticket home. I haven’t put my room up for hire and I haven’t even looked at a calendar to see how many weeks until I COULD go home. I don’t care. Yes that’s right. Daisy – the girl who had a 16 week countdown last semester and couldn’t WAIT to get home now doesn’t care.

The counselor argued “Yeah but what about your family?” Well I talk to my mom or dad every day or every other day but if I go home I have to face the fact that recently my brothers chose to exclude me from their lives – going home HURTS. She counters, “Right but you have such a solid support group there.” Well yeah sure I have friends there but I keep in touch with some of them here. And as far as going to parties – I can do that here or there. She tries again, “But the weather here will be terrible. It will rain almost every day. It’s only for a month or two. Go home and recharge.” haha! Nice try. I don’t mind the rain. In fact, the rain quite suits me as of late.

Then she stabs me in the heart. “But what about your dogs?”

DARN DARN DARN DARN DARN DARN IT! And that’s when I realize I’ve completely lost myself. What is going on? What is my problem? What happened to me? I should be COUNTING DOWN the very days until I can see them again.

My heart received the biggest jolt. My reality shaken.

Suddenly I could HEAR everything she was trying to tell me. Yes, yes. There IS something wrong. Yes – there is a problem. It’s been going on for a year now. And yes, when my brothers walked out of my life it got significantly worse. So YES I will go see your other counselor even though I don’t want to. And YES I will go see that other Dr who is not going to like what I tell him. Yes I will read your stupid packet of information. Yes I will keep a journal of stupid things that I DO NOT WANT TO KEEP TRACK of for you. And finally yes I will see you in a week, and another week, and another week.

And though I slightly resent it, yes I will get better.

And it is at this point that I realize my dogs have once again saved me from myself.

1, 2, 3… ELEVEN Petals

a petal for every passion, life is just one of them

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