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Tuesday, 11 January 2011

4 Rules To Live By

(I am conjuring up many others, but right now, this is all I got. My teacher bitchslapped me in the face today, with my Spanish term test and after actually cleaning my room for once, I am sleepy and I’ve inhaled too much dust, so. Bear with me.)


1. Eat dessert first. Not that I ever do, but I guess it is a positive way of looking at... life. No. Dessert eating.

2. No matter how late you go to sleep; never try to figure out how many hours of sleep you will get, because then you will never sleep. Trust me I am quite experienced in this field of lying in bed. You know like: Okay I’ve still got 8 hours of sleep. Ow. 7. 6 and a half hours. That’s not bad. 6 hours. 5 hours and 45 minutes. 5 hours. Fuck, I don’t think I will be able to wake up tomorrow... 4 and a half hours. Maybe I’d just stay up the rest of the night? You know I could watch a mo.... SNORE.

3. If it is snowing outside and you are sitting all warm and toasty in your parents car on the way home up the hill and you see someone struggling outside, someone you know, maybe a classmate, preferably with a suitcase and a backpack and snow melting in their hair, if that happens, and you know it does every once in a while, get your parents to pull over and tell this person to get in and to get a lift from you and your warm car. Whoever was on their way up the hill will be thankful forever and ever and ever. And maybe some more after that. Maybe you can even earn some money... SMART way to get some shopping money, ask fares for having your parents drive your friends home. Who really needs a job when you can EXPLOIT other people?

4. Never get a tattoo that DOESN’T mean a THING. Yes, I am talking about those brainless boobs who get a tattoo when they are on vacation. A ginormous butterfly on their foot, two wings on their back or anything else that is ugly. I think you are stupid for ruining your body and I really hope you will regret it once. I know that is harsh and that everyone is the boss over their own body, but REALLY? And it’s done with a needle. Brrr.






1 comment:

Floor said...

Haha, je 2e en 3e regel zijn geniaal, maar met de 4e ben ik het NIET eens. Ja zo'n lelijke dolfijn op je rug die er uitziet alsof je mongoloïde neefje van 3 hem getekend heeft, of zo'n aarsgewei, dan zeg ik ook; 'doe het niet! for the sake of my eyes!'
Maar Marieke,weet je, je hebt ook hele MOOIE tattoos! zeg maar, echt hele mooie. En ik vind niet dat iets altijd iets hoeft te betekenen. Mijn piercings beteken ook niks, ik vind ze gewoon mooi.
Weet je wat, morgen ga ik wel een blogpost maken over mooie tattoos. Dankje voor de inspiratie! :)