Oh, frick... WARNING: THIS BLOG POST HAS NO POINT WHATSOEVER

Yeah, I know, I haven't blogged. So much for blogging regularly. You guys must be so disappointed. It's just, I had problems with Mozilla, and changed to Google Chrome. But all my passwords are on Mozilla, and I don't know half of them. D:

Then I was going to blog from my new blogger app on my phone, but the app doesn't save my posts, so that was a waste of time. And I was being lazy. I mean, come on, do you not know how this works? Alright, I can hear you right now,

"Oh, Alina, you lazy excuse-maker, why don't you excuse your stupid lazy face?!" I know that you're thinking about posting that in my comments. Well, I don't really, because you don't comment. Complain, cause a riot! This is what my blog is about! Being honest and open about emotions and how you feel. Go on, shout. :) Makes you feel better.

This post has no point. But I missed you guys, and I missed blogging. I might bugger off to watch some Scrubs now. BYE!
Love you!
xxx

The King's Speech

Whoa. Went to see that today. Mind = blown. Bloody amazing. If you want to see a movie, watch it. I mean it. I can't even describe its epicosity. Watched that, went to the library and went back home. All in all, a pretty good day. Mind you, I spent a majority of my day sitting next to old people. I sat next to an old lady in King's Speech, and then I sat next to an old lady on the bus. They were both very nice.

I am not going to discuss that further, but I wanted to announce/share with you/tell you that I have five followers. That's freaking awesome guys, thank you. It means a lot to me. It means that you read my stuff, and that you put up with my sometimes quite random posts.

I say this every single post, but I mean it.
I love you guys.
xx

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-badadoo SUBSCRIBE

Oh yes. All you Tobuscus fans will know what that is. If you don't, then YouTube Tobuscus. Hey, wait. I could give you a link. But then, maybe you won't click it. I'll leave it up to you. Don't want links clogging up my blogging, now do you? :P
See what I did there? See it? Do you? Oh never mind.

"Billy was a chemist's son, but now he is no more!
What he thought was H20 was H2SO4!"

Ouch. Just imagine that. You want to take a sip of cooling water, but then you go ahead and drink SULFURIC ACID instead. Dude. That sucks. You might get holes in your esophagus. That would- that would suck. Because it could leak into your body and KILL YOU.

I'm in a bit of strange mood. I should probably sleep now. It would be a good idea, but I'm not sleepy. So, I'll just mull about and read HARRY POTTER again. :)

Can you take the capitilisation? Can you? HMMM?
Oh God, I need to shut up. Love you!
xx

How to burn a bridge, how to make it right

Ugh, Edna is really hating Blogger right now. For those who don't know; Edna is my laptop. I'm not weird. I swear.

So, yeah, I had this whole post ready but first Mozilla crashed, then I typed up half of it, again, but then Blogger didn't save my draft. This is a half-rant. Why a half-rant, you may ask. Well, because even though it bothers me, I am only partially annoyed. And also, it seems impossible to be angry when listening to Alex Day. Strange phenomenon.

The one thing that bothers me most is that I have this great title, and I had a good post to go with it, but I've completely forgotten what it was about. What a pain. Anyhoo, the other bit of my half-rant is that almost all of my teachers have decided to give me craploads of homework. English, Ethics, PSHEE, Maths, History and then Science and Maths revision. D:<

Apparently, my teachers seem intent upon ruining my holidays. And I need to dye my hair, so it looks a little gross right now, and I refuse to leave the house before I've finished at least my essay for English.

Have you ever felt you need to tell someone something, but you don't know if your friendship would be ruined if you did? Random question of the day.

Woot, finished. Check out Tall Dude's blog. Love you, guys!
xx

Cluck cluck

Ugh, the tiny chickens are in my brain and they are breeding. For those who are blissfully unaware of tiny chicken disease, here is an explanation;
Tiny chicken disease is when tiny chickens go into your brain and breed, causing strange symptoms such as sneezing. Some people call it the Common Cold. Those people sure are weird! :)

I haven't posted in a while, and I keep saying that. But, I had dance shows, and whatnot. I was just too tired to get out my creative brain and get to work on a new post. Then I got tiny chicken disease.

But, I found out that I'm a Narrator in the Dracula Rock Show! :D Awesome sauce, eh? Pretty friggin' awesome. All in all, it was a pretty good week. And it's the half-term holidays! :D

My endless love for you, readers, is... well, endless.
xx

Valentine's Day

Number of Valentines: 0
Scale of depression: -10 :)

All in all, a pretty good day. No cards, no upsets. It could be a lot worse. I could've gotten cards from some freaky stalker. I am sure that I have a stalker. Not because I'm that cool, but because I am that weird. I mean, I read a short story called 'Zombicorn' and I'm in a place called Your Pants.
I'm not joking. I'm in Your Pants. You should join me in Your Pants. [Insert roaring laughter here.]

So yeah, I'm weird. And, I really love books and vintage stuff. So, if you've gotten on my bad side (which isn't all too difficult) you can bribe me with a good book.
 But now I can't remember why I started writing the blog post. Someone is sapping on my brain power. I am sure of it. Which is why I'm not watching Glee tonight. I just can't take it tonight.

Please, I am lacking in the comment section. Comment and tell me how your Valentine's was, and how weird you are. I know, I'm actually asking for effort. And I'm asking you to sign up, but blogging is great fun. It's not even a chore anymore. :)

I suuuure do love you guys.
xx

St. Valentine's: Mother of all non-holidays

So, to start with, I need to assure you all that I was the kind of girl who got her hopes up every year around the 14th of February. I am just so sick of waiting, because, let's be frank. What are the odds that my dream guy is just going to appear to hand me a bought card that has some stupid message in declaring his eternal love for me. What are the odds?

So, I have decided to side with the cynics, (Hey-ho, what a surprise. (: ) and say; 'I am just going to accept that Valentine's day is nothing more than a time to buy generic machine-made cards instead of showing real love and appreciation simply by writing them a hand written letter, or by saying "I love you" every day. I accept that some people see it differently." That was a mouthful. Now, if anyone comments to say 'That's what she said,' I will have to give you a special mention.

Apropos, after having told my friends about my blog, they asked (demanded) to be mentioned in said blog. I really ought to make several blogs. But, I barely manage to write a blog post a week. On average.
So, I thought I'd do a little index of my friends with my definitions of them.

The girl who doesn't like change: Livie
That tall dude: Adam
My Alex and Charlie buddy: Amiee (see? I mentioned you. :p )
The 'screw you if you hate me' awesome person: India (you may want to check her blog out. Link is somewhere on the side.)

More to follow.
That tall dude mentioned about Vlogging (a dream for me) and how he'd need a microphone. And I had forgotten that because I was busy worrying about the fact that I have a video camera but no charger. Which could be a wee bit of a problem. I'll have to figure something out.

Wow. I managed to turn a rant into happiness. Not easy, mind.
Laters! Love you guys!
xx

What's so funny about peace, love and understanding?

I have realised a horrible truth about myself. I am always ready to trust people, but I end trusting them too soon and end up feeling worse than I did before. I will always accept people's attitude, and then I end up beating myself up trying to not break down. For example, I try my best to stay cheerful, no matter what the situation. Do you know why? It's because it helps me deal with the things I hear, and the fact that my grandpa might die and my mum would not have been able to say goodbye to him, and grandma would never be able to forgive mum for that, despite her saying that it's fine.

Being happy helps me cope with the fact that sometimes I feel like I would like to just sit in a little room and stay there for ever and ever. Instead of just dealing with suck-ish things, I try to make them look better by looking at things in perspective. Say I had a broken arm. I'd be saying that it would be better than having no arm at all. That's the way I work. It just is. Sometimes it can get tricky, because when I really am upset I tend to turn that inwards. But I can assure you, it doesn't happen often.

So, if you ever meet me and I'm totally happy and that pisses you off, please consider the reasons as to why I might be acting like that before you judge me. I'm not saying that you can't judge me, just don't do it without thinking about what I might be going through. Now you can call me self-obsessed. :) Because I am. At least a little bit. I mean, come on, I'm blogging mainly about myself. What can I say? I'm big-headed and egotistical. And I wonder why I'm not in a relationship. How strange...

Was that cheerier? Was it? :D
Love you all! xxx

Dear Hair

Dear hair,
Please tell me why you always decide to grow quicker once I've dyed you. Please, take no offense, because I want you to grow, but it can't be possible that I've got blond roots already, surely. Of course, they are barely visible, but they are there.

And why is it that you decide to grow faster at the back, and slower at the sides? I love you, hair, I really do. You are so soft and shiny, and you don't make my life hell, but, just answer those questions for me. Don't forget, I do love you.

I am exceedingly grateful that you do grow so quickly. It makes my life a lot simpler, knowing that growing my hair isn't such a tricky business. And, you are naturally straight, and I appreciate that so much. Thank you.

Love, Alina.
xx

Auditioning

Good God. So, our school does a musical every two years, and tomorrow I'm going to collect an audition form and just put my neck on the line and just audition for a lead role. Because, if I don't get that I might still get another part. And, how often to you get to take part in a low-budget musical in school? :P

I've auditioned for the school's performance of Much Ado About Nothing, but I've never done a musical audition. I wonder what it's like. I'm sort of buzzing, and I don't know if that's wrong. Oh well, I like to think I can act at least a little, and my singing isn't that bad. Who knows, maybe it'll go well. I'll inform you guys, of course. :)

Short post, sorry.
I love you!
x

Too cool for school, gurl.

I went into the city today to get some new school trousers. And, thankfully we found some straight away. As well as some really awesome new boots for the spring. :D And, I'm back in kid's sizes. I've lost almost 4 kilos since I last went on Wii Fit Plus like 3 months ago.

I went into Superdrug to buy some new make-up because I may have accidentally lost some of mine in Germany. I don't even know how. So, bought some and mum and I just wandered around, and I asked if we can go in this gadget shop. On the way there I saw a woman wearing turquoise and black clothes, belted platform and was guiding her little daughter by the hand. I have nothing against people expressing themselves via clothes. It's quite the opposite. I love it when people express themselves, but I think that everybody wearing SuperDry stuff or Hollister stuff isn't expressing yourself. No offense, people. God, if I had a pound every time I had to say that.

Anyhoo, that made me think of popularity, and I wondered what marks a person's "cool-factor" while I was listening to some Indie music with my earphones that look like duckies.

How proud of me are you for being so cool that I own ducky earphones?
Yeah. Can you handle it?
Have a nice weekend, guys!
xx

Love it when you call me legs, in the morning buy me eggs

Except not really, because I don't like eggs. Unless in cakes and sauces. And, there is that whole scandal with the carcinogenic in eggs because of what stupid German farmers fed their chickens. An illegal act, and yet, somehow, some of the tainted eggs made it to England. So stupid. Unbelievable, really.

Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to talk about. I was going to say something about Britany Spears, but then I remember the GaGa, and the Perry. Then I thought about music nowadays, I thought I had to say this:

Everybody and I mean everybody, complains about the music from their time. "Oh, what is this rubbish? Good God, a dying cat would sound better." In some cases it is true, but every musician molds the music of the future in some way. For the GaGa, that's a good way. For the Bieber, not so much. Sorry all Bieber fans that I may have offended, but, really? Apparently he is such a diva. Like, really horrible.
So, smile, endure the terrible music and block it out with good music, yes?

I love you. With all my heart. I'm looking forward to seeing you again. You never call anymore.

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Yep. I love you. :) x

DFTBA. Don't forget that brains attract.

I am so bored. Sometimes, before I go to sleep I wonder if I'll be in a 'real' relationship by the time I'm twenty. You know what happens? I sleep. And I mean like a log. No, I don't. It keeps me up all night.

I don't do it often, mind. Just sometimes. On the days when I don't feel pretty. When I wonder if anyone actually likes a bossy smart arse who doesn't know when to stop being a know-it-all. Those days are the days when I put on my smile and start my day. A fake smile, but I like to think that I am alright at pretending. But if my friends are reading this, I don't want you to start worrying about me, because it actually helps me see things in perspective.

I'm sure many children would kill to have my chances. Sure, my family isn't that rich, but we have common sense and intelligence. And brains do attract, and I just hope that I can find someone who will love my strange sense of humour as much as my stubborn-ness.

Good night all, I love you guys!
x

This is me, just let the light shiiine on meeee! Now I know how I fee- ... Sorry.

So, tenth blog post. I am such a sad child for getting excited about this. But, I thought I'd do a collab of the things I am. Basically, things that I and others associate with the person that we all know as Alina.
Let's go!

• I am roughly 1450mm tall, and that's 4 foot 7. I'm not sure though. I haven't measured myself in a while.
• I'm naturally blonde, but in Year 7 I cut my hair really short and dyed it brown. Now it's reddish brown and I'm growing it.
• My birthday is on Christmas Day, I'm German, and I'm a Christian.
• I've always wanted to have a vlog, but I never find the guts to do it. I tell myself I don't have time to make myself feel better.
• I am a nerd. Good god, I could not live without my books and nerdy shows. Doctor Who, Doctor Who Confidential, Harry Potter, Spongebob Squarepants, Dr House, NCIS, The Mentalist, Criminal Minds, Scrubs, etc.
• I have somewhat of an addiction to YouTube.
• I want to go to university and study Psychology.
• I love my friends. (Hey, what a surprise.)
• I am confident about the way I look. I may be short, but I like to think that I'm not too fat and that I'm quite pretty. I already said this, but I don't know many people that can honestly say that. 
• I know that the fact that all I do is talk about myself on my blog makes me seem really vain, but you know, it's my blog. If any of my friends read this, they can leave me comments. I'd love it if they did. 
• I like meeting new people.
• And most importantly, I like you. You're reading this, so either you're thinking that I'm a strange person, or you want to know about me. :) And that makes me like you.

Thank you muchly for reading my babbling babbly thoughts. :)
xx