vague mystique.: Fourth photo and threat of doom.

2.01.2009

Fourth photo and threat of doom.

A few weeks ago I was tagged to do a fourth-photo-from-folder thing by eC from thumbsupsmile. For those who do not know her, she is a lovely blogger from the United States that is absolutely hilarious and writes about the most random things that goes on in her life. I love her; she was the first blog that I started to follow, and the role model for my own when I was still trying to get used to the whole blogging ordeal. I found her on Google. Can you believe it?

Anyway, though, the photo. This was the fourth picture in my fourth folder, as requested. Feel free to bask in its Rosalie glow.

According to my computer, this picture was uploaded on December 30th, 2008- in other words, during Christmas break. This was the holiday where I got my super cool new digital camera, so respectively, all through break I was randomly snapping pictures of myself and experimenting with its functions. Coincidentally, most of the things that I am wearing in this picture are new- the hat, eyeliner, the long shirt/short dress thing (I haven't really decided what it is yet... those things are so confusing). During this particular photo shoot I was jamming to my iPod while posing in different styles, so that's why there's a mysterious white cord that snakes from the bottom of the picture to behind my hair.

On another note, I would like to share that I am going to viciously tear every single wire from my computer with my bare hands until I end up getting so many scratches and gashes that I be able to soak the fucking piece of shit technology in my OWN BLOOD. Then I will go to Home Depot and buy an axe, chop the blood stained computer with said axe until I have tiny miniture computer pieces that babies could choke on, then put them in a basket. After every single damn one is in the basket, I will take a bus to New York City, climb some skyscrapper, and throw each piece precariously into the oncoming traffic below. Once that is done, I will pull a container of oil out of my pocket and haul it over the skyscapper's edge, quickly followed by a few lit matches. The entire city will burst into flames, and I will just stand there, on the skyscrapper, watching it, grinning maliciously. People will die. I will laugh. The entire city will be burned to the ground. I will laugh some more.

Billions will die and it's all my stupid, fucking, slow ass computer's fault. I need a new one. A laptop. I cannot bare to use this seven year old modem ANY LONGER.

Oh, sweet laptop, how I drool for thee. Once I get a job, trust me, oh dear one, you will be mine. MINE. MWUAHAHAHHAHAHA!

3 .commentary from the peanut gallery.:

EURA. said...: YOU FOUND ME ON GOOGLE?
Whoa! How! Do tell.

What you want to do with your laptop is what I want to do with my little brother :); February 1, 2009 at 7:51 PM
Rosalie Bass said...: One night I was googling some phrase like "teen blog" or whatever, and a post that you made advertising your blog on some website came up. From what I read on the Google excerpt it looked good, so I clicked the site and followed the link in your post to the blog, aaaaaaand wah lah! Instant eC.; February 2, 2009 at 9:59 AM
Michael said...: That's quite funny, eC.

I got a new laptop in October and it's brilliant. I hope you get one soon.

Michael.; February 5, 2009 at 1:39 PM

de. WELCOME

My name is Rosalie Bass, and I am one of those rare sixteen year old juniors in the upper United States that sees the world for what it is- a giant pit full of lies, scandals, gossip, and plotting. This applies to everyone regardless of social class; lower, middle, or upper, we are all trying to claw our way to the mountain top of success whether we like it or not, no matter the cost. For some, success means a home to sleep in, food to eat, temperature control in the winter; others, it means ten new pairs of Jimmy Chu shoes and a Chanel product or five to boot. All different definitions, all resulting in the same bloodthirsty battle to the finish.

So what am I in all of this? The observer, of course. Obnoxious on occasion and conceited on most, I promise to give you, my beloved reader, the brutally honest story of what life is really like when you look at it through an icy perspective. This may involve juicy gossip, my take on current events, or even real life stories about yours truly. Whatever it may turn out to be, I give you my word that it will be a wild ride.

un. GOSSIP

'Tis the season! As the first marking period of the school year comes to a close, the drama of junior year reaches its highest point yet. Could it be the stress of academics that is causing all the juicy stories, or maybe, just maybe, are people starting to embrace their inner bitch?

Let's find out.

By far the sluttiest person that we know, our darling L has recently started going out with a new guy who happens to be my ex boyfriend. They have only been going for about two weeks, and already my social circle is abuzz with the glorious highlights of her sex life. I won't go too into the repulsive details, but let me say one thing: nine and a half fingers.

The infamous, religious little vegetarian known as O is surprisingly not so innocent anymore. Having dumped her charity case boyfriend several months ago, she is now with an ROTC future marine, and they are doing anything BUT worshipping when alone together. I have to say, I'm quite surprised - I figured someone as conservative as her would hold out a little longer. Perhaps when it comes to teenage lust, God isn't so vital to our lives anymore?

B, the manwhore of my high school, was nominated into the Homecoming Court a few weeks ago, but sadly did not win the crown. I don't think he's too upset, though - rumor has it that he's hooked up with NUMEROUS girls since then. That guy is never satisfied.

And then there's the girl who always seems to be one of the prominant figures in the drama - our very own R. The lovable girl with the split personalities, something seems to have been up with her lately - or down with her, if you know what I mean. Her love life has been in shambles, filled with constant rejection on both sides and the occasional poor decision. Combined with the fights she's been starting lately, I'd say that we have quite the problem child on our hands.

Alas, though, it is only my opinion.