I'm still alive.

In case my readers were wondering. I've just been very lazy recently. :)

Why did I disappear from blogging for a while? Because I'm cool like that, okay? Not a really cool excuse (the very-lame "I've-been-doing-uni-work") but I'm sticking to it! :D

Here's an update on everything you've missed while I was away:
- Vacuumed
- Fed the dog a few times
- Done some uni work
- Hung out with a friend
- Had some pretty awesome conversations with myself

Therefore, since not a lot has happened this entry will basically be me rambling about whatever comes to mind while typing (oh yeah, I'm playing it by ear, how awesome am I?).

The first thing that comes to my mind is my Ranga Breeding Program. I'm pretty sure most of my friends have been told about it but for those of you who don't know, I'm obsessed with red heads. There's this one red head who catches same bus as me home, daily at around 4pm-ish and I always sneak glances at him on the bus. He wears these fingerless gloves and usually a band shirt and he's just totally cute!!

He's stopped catching the bus some time last year (I wonder why?). O_o Anyone got any guesses?

Anyways, the program. You see, because I'm obsessed with red heads, it's really sad when there aren't that many around these days. :( You know what there are heaps of? Asians. Why? Because our genes are dominant (Oh yeah, with the chains and whips and everything). Hence, unless a red head has babies with another red head or a blonde (strawberry blondes - the next best thing), there will be problems.

Hence, I've been slowly collecting blondes and redheads and recruiting them into a breeding program. It makes sense huh? :) Well, I'll just ignore the fact that usually when I ask people to join the Ranga breeding program they usually say yes and then laugh as if it's a joke. It's not. *serious face* '_'

Obviously I can't be involved in the actual breeding process because my genes are far too dominant.

Oh woah! :D I just google image searched "Redheads" (to make another demotivational image for the blog) and they are all soo pretty! I feel so ugly now, damn! D: I mean, how do you even get to be that pretty? Seriously google it, I promise no porn will come up :) <= See what I did there? With the over-use of smileys? I'm guilty of this because I try to inject as much emotion into my words as possible. The cover letter for my resume used to be a massive smiley face but then "Watchman" came out and made it try-hard. :( Haha, I'm just kidding with you - or am I? O_o Now we'll never know...



See?

Anyways, seeing as this topic is getting quite self-demotivating, change of topic. Today I had one of my friends over and had to clean the house before she came - according to my dad's wishes. All the while thinking to myself "she honestly wouldn't care/notice and she's also white".

Seriously, my bedroom on it's messiest day is cleaner than most people's on their cleanest (I'm scared of germs remember?). But oddly enough, despite my irrational fear of things that can kill me (aka. EVERYTHING), I really like mice. I want pet mice, they're soo cute with their little paws and cute pink ears! :D

If you think mice are yuck, then maybe you'll make an exception for this little guy:

He's only one step away from being a mouse! :D

Oh that's an idea, if people don't start telling me what they want for their birthdays - or just not mention their birthday in the first place - I'll resort to buying them mice. Yeah, I can see it now :)

Me: "Hey babes, I got you a pressie ;D" (I have no idea why I talk like this in my re-enactments)
Birthday person: "Oh, what is it?"
Me: "Close your eyes and hold our your hand ;P"
*Let's assume they do exactly that and I put a live mouse in their hands*
Me: MUHAHAHA! Stinking HUMAN! >:D

No I probably won't do that because they may spaz out and hurt the mouse. And I'd rather see a human get hurt than a poor innocent mouse (first sign of being a psychopath is caring more about animals than humans - according to books and movies).

On another note, I'm not a paranoid freak, seriously. Have you ever just took a moment to think about how easily you could die RIGHT NOW if something were to go wrong (unlikely but not impossible)? Like if you look around you right now, chances are you're in one of these scenarios:

- You're in a public place, surrounded by people you don't know. Any one of them could be on the brink of breaking point. The guy alone who's checking his phone? He's stressed out because this is the 5th time a girl has stood him up. All it takes is one wacko human to kill. Remember, it only takes seconds to kill and only a moment to die.

- You're alone in your room, where do I start? The light from the lamp will explode, the roof will collapse, your table will give out and you'll break your legs when it falls, you have a stalker outside your window, can anyone hear you scream with your music that loud?

- You're out somewhere natural (ie. a creek), no-one can hear you scream, there's a rapist in the woods, insects, slugs, LEECHES!, spiders, algae (yes I'm scared of this too), dark water where you can't see what's in it, mosquitoes (and malaria), etc.



If you still don't believe me, just leave a comment about a scenario and I'll tell you exactly what can go wrong. Seriously, think about how fragile you are. Your heart is nothing but a muscle. Muscle tissue can tear. O_o

Or is this another just-me thing? :S

One of my friends got new underwear today. I asked them if it was batman or superman themed. Apparently, I'm the only one who has superhero underwear. Well fine! I'm still cool right? Right? Guys...? *silence*

Anyways, I'm off now (hope I didn't freak you out too badly this time). I would say sorry for wasting your time, but I really am not. :)

Oh and just one parting confession: I'm going Easter Show tomorrow - and yes there will be someone at home so don't even think about robbing me!

Maybe I'll even get a show bag! *cue audience shock: Leanne you hypocrite!*