I hate those sappy emails.

From my other blog.

You're my friend. I love you. Hey, share a smile with those around you. If you send this to 25 people, you're an amazing friend. If you don't send this back to me, we are officially enemies. How dare you be so thoughtless and not send it back. I don't care. They're stupid and fill up my inbox, and I delete them. Unless they're actually good ones. Sometimes they are, and if my dad sends them to me, it normally means that there will be an asshole punchline that will amuse me. I like those.

You know what thought? Sometimes smiling is a good thing. I'm actually well known for smiling at everyone. It's a bit of a nervous habit, but I also just like to smile. Big. Like this:

:D

I was going to post a photo but now I'm having second thoughts.

Let me tell you a story. One day I was at the supermarket, buying a drink because it's cheaper than cafes and stuff. I'm clever like that. The only checkout chick who didn't have a line as long as (something really long), was a woman about my mother's age who did not look happy. In fact, I thought she was going to yell at me for choosing her checkout. I approached her nervously, at first avoiding eye contact but as I put my bottle on the counter, I looked up at her and automatically smiled as I usually do. Her reaction was: "OH! What a beautiful smile! That's so nice! I'm so glad you smiled at me, thank you! You've made my day, I really needed that!" She went on and on like that. It got me thinking, do people actually care if you smile?

I've been learning in psychology (even though it's common knowledge) that you're more attractive if you smile. Whenever I'm walking with my friend Eric and there's a shop assistant/charity person/advertising something person/whatever, he always says "They're going to go to you first. Watch." and they always do. Apparently I'm approachable. That might also be why homeless people and druggies also stand in front of me and ask me for a dollar until my dad swears at them, or I freak out and jog past them.

What am I trying to say? I have no idea. Smile if you want. People will like you. You don't have to smile though. People might ask you for money.

Ok, as a bonus for reading this, I'll show you a comparison of what I look like when I am smiling and when I am not smiling. You can decide which you prefer, and then we will see if my psychology lecture was correct.

Here is me smiling:



This is me (in red) with the beautiful Super Duper, who braved the rain to say goodbye to me at the airport. [and get cheap lunch on tuesdays at IKEA next door.]

This is me on a bad day, when I'm in a terrible mood:



I actually think I'm kinda sexy when I'm pouty and in a bad mood like that, but I have no say in this. You decide.

John Mayer in Sydney

Unfortunately, after all my hard work,* John Mayer did not come to Adelaide. Lucky for me, I have an awesome boyfriend and dad who helped me get to Sydney to see him. I must say, it was completely worth it and it was the best concert I have ever seen.

*By the way, I've had general people being annoying and making comments about me posting tweets like I did on my profile. Let me explain. It started off as a joke. A hilarious genius idea by me. (I'm joking when I say that too, I know I am neither hilarious nor a genius.) I never liked twitter but I posted tweets to Mayer when I thought of it to keep myself occupied and amuse myself. It worked well, and it got a little more attention than I expected: Randoms reading it, Chilli company 'supporting' me (they posted one tweet about it, thanks) dad's friend at his work (journalists) wrote to their friends at the Advertiser basically saying "if you have nothing better to write about, here's a story"...  Yeah. Anyway my point is, even though it would have been cool if it had (for some reason) worked, it wasn't expected to and I'm not some ditzy crazy screaming fangirl. My friends would scoff at me saying this, but goodness, a lot of the 'obsessive' things I say are joking. It's my dry humour coming out, gosh.

ANYWAY moving on. I might post photos if I can be stuffed later, but for now my teeth need brushing and I'm sleepy. After the JM concert, dad and I wandered the harbour and found another place - Tokio Hotel. Coincidently, a name of a German band. We were walking past this place, and being a lover of live music, I heard this girl band with a great pianist, vocalist and bass player singing "Work It Out" by Beyonce. They were very good, especially for a pub band. Very entertaining and I really enjoyed it. We stayed there until about 12:30am, just standing against the wall watching the band. I got a few weird looks because I wasn't drinking or dancing but you don't need to when watching music like that.

In the past, I did not like Sydney. After spending more time in the tourist areas, I really do like it though. I still don't want to live there, but I love being there. The harbour is expensive but great, especially the bars and bands that are around. Now that I'm 18 and can actually go in there, I'm living for nights like that.

I have a headache. Goodnight dears.


For tonight's quote, I will show you an old MSN conversation between myself and the beautiful Mara:

(11:18 PM) PYRO-Mara: The Toltecs, Seventh-century native Mexicans, went into battle with wooden swords so as not to kill their enemies.

(11:18 PM) ojaye.infatuatio: HAHA COOL
That's so nice!

(11:18 PM) PYRO-Mara: if all the world had that mentality. I'd easily kill everyone