Sunday, April 25, 2010

Alone.

I never really had a best friend, like girls seem to have in movies, not one girl that was like the universe revolved around us. Instead I had about 5 girls who I treasured like nothing else, and each of them were like my sisters. I like to think that I had many best friends. They know who they are. I could laugh and cry and bitch and talk shit to them for hours, and that is seriously the best thing ever. People like that become your family, and you think they will be around forever. You never feel alone.

If you have friends that you love, appreciate them. Spend time with them, and do crazy things. Because it's shit when they're gone.

It's great and everything up here. And I have met some nice new people, but I miss my friends. My real friends. I really don't know if I even have any anymore. I know everyone has their new lives and everything, new friends at uni or whatever, but it would be lovely to hear from you once in a while. It would be nice to just hang out with someone who knows me, rather than awkwardly trying to get to know someone. Friendship is really something you shouldn't take for granted.

I miss you guys. A lot.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

oh my fucking god

Alexa Chung for Madewell.
Apart from being a super dream boat, and hugely amazingly awesome at life, Alexa has just made herself insanely more lovely by releasing a line of affordable, YES AFFORDABLE, outfits for Madewell. Oh my god. She is seriously the messiah.

The collection includes all her favourite things, and thus, includes all my favourites. 




It's almost too good for words. kfgjbsjvq.




It's like, if heaven could come wrapped in a box, it would include everything from this collection plus a tonne of white chocolate & macadamia cookies. Thank you very much.


Oh I love you.

Today's Letters.


Dearest customers,
Ok so I understand that people pretty much don't wake up until they have their morning coffee, but seriously, do you have to be so fucking rude? No i don't remember what you ordered last week, so don't get crabby when I forget you like your regular decaf soy caramel latte in a large cup with chocolate on top. Seriously when did a coffee turn into a massive production? Just drink what you're given. Sheet. 
Regards, Charlotte.


Dear Cockroaches,
I acknowledge that you lived here before me, but I would appreciate if you could refrain from scuttling around in my bedroom (and particularly in and out of the pictures above my head) as I am trying to sleep. You see, when I was very young, a giant huntsman landed on my face -seriously just like in the movies, and it scared the absolute bejeebers out of me. Hence, an extreme fear of little creepy crawly things. Consequently, when you are shuffling papers and what not at 1am, it wakes me up and I can't get back to sleep until I find you and kill you. Which is unfortunate for me because it involves getting out of bed, and then trying to get back to sleep after a hit of adrenaline so big that its like I've taken 20 No Dozes. Oh, and obviously it is not the best situation for you either. I think that we would all be much happier if you would stay out of my room. If you need somewhere to camp for the night, Louis' room is right next door. So yeah. Let's try this shit out.
Thanks. 

Justin Bieber,
What's the deal? There are so many people who want to be famous little pop stars, and you have seriously just come out of nowhere and pow! Haha, you are pretty cute, but are you meant to be sixteen? Because you seriously look about twelve. Oh and what's with that part of your film clip where you do that little army roll over the pool table? It makes me laugh every time, I'm betting that you got told to do that by someone directing the clip, but I guess that just proves that you shouldn't always listen to what other people say. And did anybody tell you that you look like tavi? I think you do. But less deadpan. Good luck with the career and everything, (Y).
Love Charlotte

How do you maintain such a nice body? p.s your background is really ugly.

Ha! Oh I don't think it's nice at all. eurgh. But I guess no one likes their own! Oh and sorry if you don't like the background, it reminds me of picnics and school days. So I like it. Thank you very much :)

Ask me something!

Friday, April 23, 2010

formspring.me

Ask me something! http://formspring.me/charlottedurand

your beautiful :)

That is very sweet of you. Thankyou!

Ask me something!

random things




This one says, "we're all part of something, it's big and important and magical." But our scanner is shit so it didn't really work. :(

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Hypnotherapist Cat

HAHAHAHAHA.

The regulation of hypnotherapists in the UK is so lax that even a cat can become accredited, the BBC has found.
Chris Jackson, presenter of Inside Out in the North East and Cumbria, registered pet George with three industry bodies.
Each one accepted a certificate from the non-existent Society of Certified Advanced Mind Therapists as proof of George’s credentials.
It follows a similar investigation by an American clinical psychologist.
Dr Steve Eichel suspected industry bodies in the US were not running checks on their members.
He said: “I felt I’d test my hypothesis and I did that by getting my cat certified by a number of the most prominent lay hypnosis organisations in the United States. It was a frighteningly simple process.”
In the UK, George was registered with the British Board of Neuro Linguistic Programming (BBNLP), the United Fellowship of Hypnotherapists (UFH) and the Professional Hypnotherapy Practitioner Association (PHPA).
The UFH welcomed the Inside Out investigation and admitted the mistake, which it said has since been corrected.
A PHPA spokesman said the organisation makes great effort to ensure every applicant is a fully-qualified hypnotherapist.
The BBNLP said it exists only to provide benefits to its members, not to check or certify credentials.

white out.

When I was in sydney, I bought a pair of white tights. There were so many colours that I got confused and freaked out, and just bought white. But i don't know how to make them loook good. I have a feeling you actually have to have really good legs to get away with them. Shit.

I like this girl. And her blog. (that's not it on the picture)


If I decide to try and wear them somewhere, I'll post pictures.
fyi I haven't found my camera charger yet. And yes, I'm still super pissed about that. Oh damn.

Camp.

So I went to a pre-departure meeting for America and now I'm getting really excited to go. Except for the fact that we just found out that we have to entertain them each night between activities and bed. That wouldn't be so bad, if they weren't going to be high class teenagers from the Upper East side. Literally mini gossip girls. So I don't think they will be keen on tiggy and/or wink murder. Haha. Oh god. And! We learned that if you swear at camp you pretty much get fired. Apparently "Damn" is like, 20 times worse than fuck. And if you say 'God Damn' you can pretty much kiss your stay in America goodbye.

Also, my travel agent booked my flights a day too late, so that now I will be THAT random loser who rocks up awkwardly late. ahh lovely. We are pretty much out of contact with others for three months, so I won't be able to talk to my Mum very often. So shattered! But I can't wait to get out into the fresh air and green grass and all that stuff that people go into the country for, although I am a bit scared about bears and moose(es?) haha.

Except maybe not like that....

hahaha. Kind of glad it's not a bible camp. No offence...


Wow formspring.


Oh how astounding is formspring? Anonymity certainly can bring out people's true thoughts and feelings! It's amazing how people can't say some of the nicer things in person, but also how horrible people can be when they know you can't find them out.


is is hard to rock so much?

Ha! I think it's easy for people to look at others and only see certain things. It is hard to live up to people's expectations of me sometimes, and it has been hard in the past to feel really proud of achieving something when people say 'oh yeah I knew you'd do that.' I guess this turned into a serious answer for a joking question. Wow,haha.




man, I almost completely agree with the person below. You are such a nice person, to everyone. Louis is alright though I like him, But Alex not so much. You are actually nothing like them. I must add that you are also an amazing dancer, I envy you of that

Thank you so much! Wow, yes they are pretty fun to live with... but oh well! I really am not that great, but thank you heaps anyway!




You are amazingly pretty :) I dont know you to well, and i have never heard anything rude about you, I really wish I was like you.. Don't know how you put up with your brothers though. They are both the biggest fuckwits iv ever met.

That's so sweet :) and yes, they are the biggest fuckwits I've ever met also. Haha.

From Sydney, with love.

Darling Harbour.
Lovely Josh and Sam Bam.
Me; Isn't this the most magical place you've ever seen?
Mum; It's a bloody fire trap, that's what it is.
I don't know what happened with these last two, but the guy in the photoshop went nuts at the girl who printed them like this. The poor dear. Ah well. I like them.

Friday, April 16, 2010

20,000 cows.

Last night Mum and I went out for dinner to the most amazing little place. It is hiding away in Lismore, about 45 minutes from our place, and it is so small and disguised that you wouldn't even know it was there- we drove past it twice before we found it.


It is a vegan restaurant, and the site is set up as an animal 'sanctuary' which means that no animal products are used in or around the site. It is decorated with the randomest mix of mismatched furniture and colourful tablecloths, and it has quite and Indian feel. Some people are sitting on couches and others on these regal looking chairs, but the atmosphere is fantastic. The music and colours are just wonderful and the food, oh the food! The menu has about a million things, beautiful curries and dips and soups and wraps- all vego of course- and they have a 'suggested price only' menu, so that the people who cannot afford to eat much at all can only pay a small amount, while people with more money add a few dollars to the bill to cover the cost.


It is the ultimate ethical establishment. They look after everyone, and they are all so welcoming and lovely. It is really like being to dinner at someones house, even down to the candles and kids running everywhere. If you are ever in this part of the neighbourhood, definitely get there!!!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Tattoos.

I like tattoos. I like looking at them. I especially like photos of tattoos. I wish it was still the days when it was bad ass to have one. That would have made them cooler. I don't think I'll ever get one. I couldn't choose what to get. And I would probably hate it a week after. Oh well.






the day before

So yesterday was an epic day of sewing, which is what I spent about 6 hours doing. I will put some photos up of what I made, but I can't at the moment because I have losty the charger to my camera. Its so annoying. I can't find it anywhere. sfhkdgrgxdf. Hope it will turn up soon, because I am going to Sydney on wednesday night and I want to take it with me :(
When I was fixing a hem last night (which is annoying in itself because I was just sewing back on what I had cut off too short) I stabbed myself with the needle and it hurt like shit. I just swore and got over it, but today when I woke up my finger was all swollen and bright red, like someone has played a funny joke and switched it for a tomato. Like when you're little and weird people always say "gotcha nose!" and pretend to take it. That used to piss me off so much. haha. Its a bit annoying because all my typing and stuff is completely unco, and I can't control the mouse properly in a bandaid. In a bandaid, because I'm fully wearing one. So I keep accidentally clicking he wrong things, it's amazing what happens when you randomly click all over the page.

Mum and I watched this movie last night, Sleeping with the enemy, and it's one of those old thriiller ones with the beautiful woman and the creepy crazy ugly man. I like it because it wasn't just an overload of blood and guts and shit, but was still sooo scary. Somehow they made it terrifying when she was doing the simplest random things, and we were shouting at the screen for like, the whole thing. If you havent seen it, definitely do. That guy is a crazy fucker! Oh my god. haha. But Julia Roberts ia amazing. oh. She is like God. Wait, she is god.


Friday, April 2, 2010

Chairman of the bored.

I often wonder who you were, the person who invented the chair. I tried googling you, but it just comes up with a million people who you might have been. But, then again, how would you even know you were the one who 'invented' the chair, and how could you ever claim it? If some cave person sat on a rock back in the days before anything happened-which is also after everything happened (of course)- could they have claimed to have invented a chair? Or is a rock not a chair? What is a chair? does it have to have four legs? Because then you'd have to discount all those new curvy ones that are really 'modern' and just look like bits of plasticine that have melted in an odd way. In theory, you could just sit on anything and that would automatically classify it as a chair. Except for the ground, perhaps. Perhaps. How high does it have to be off the ground? You could sit on a little raised platform, but then that might be taking it a bit far.

Imagine if chairs never even existed. That would be weird. If something, one day, just stopped existing. Is that possible? I know it must happen for some things, to stop existing. But something as significant as a chair? What if somehow, every memory you've ever had that includes a chair, would be completely wiped from your brain. Every conversation you've had sitting in one, all your school work, everything at the dentist, anyone who has been hurt by a chair. Would that mean that anyne who has been killed by a chair (there must be someone) would be alive again, and that anything that you saw from a chair was gone. Oh gosh. The electric chair. Maybe that would be bad.

Anyway, here are some pretty cool chairs I have included for your viewing pleasure...





Yours Sincerely, Charlotte. :)

P.S. I just realised that I was sitting up late, avoiding going to bed, by blogging...about chairs. Chairs, really? Really.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

DearJ.K

I love you. But I also hate you. You turned my world upside down when I opened that first book. You had me convinced that when I turned 11 I would be taken to Hogwarts. I am now 18 and I am still devastated. I forgive you. I'm glad you aren't depressed anymore, but then again, who would be if they were richer than the Queen. She must have been pissed when she found that out. Hahaha. I'm gtlad you made Hermione have crazy hair. It made me feel less ugly. But then the movies came out and Emma Watson made sure that that little fantasy was reversed. Then I fell in love with her. No, actually, it was more of a crush. Yeah. She's amazing. Who cares about the boys. I read a story on the internet that someone had written, and it was meant to be the next part of your saga, slotted in between Harry finishing highschool and sending his kids off to Hogwarts years later- you must have missed a bit... Anyway, it turned out that Harry and Daco were gay. Ha. Of course. Now that you stopped writing, the demographic has been taken over by Twilight. Which is a heap of shit, although quite interesting at the same time. The whole crazed fan thing. I wonder how many people got harry tattooed on themselves. I guess you aren't a cult leader kind of person. Well, it was nice chatting to you. Goodnight.
Love always, Charlotte :)
P.S Now that you aren't writing anymore, I have to make do with looking at photos and paragraphs on the internet. tsk tsk.


I want this necklace. That is all.

hahahahahahaha.



oh, and I would like one of these too...

Angelina.

Why do people always try and sound so smart? It's one of those things that really gets to me-when you read something that someone has written, or you listen to someone speak and you can tell straight away that they are trying to sound really intelligent, like they are consciously substituting words like 'vast' or 'plethora' instead of 'big' or 'a lot.' I don't know why it annoys me, it just does.

How much can you tell about someone just by the way they speak, or write? Does your conversation structure and flow work the same when you're typing? And what about when you're talking to yourself? Like on a blog. But then again, is a blog really talking to yourself, or are you talking to millions of people? Maybe you're talking toyourself but millions of people can hear it.

What's the point of a blog anyway? I know there are heaps out there that have actual purposes, but ones like this, everyday ones, that talk about what people had for breakfast, which route they took to work, and a clever jab at the lady in the red corolla with the hook nose who cut them off just around the cornerfrom that old fish and chip shop... Whats the point? Who really cares what someone else has to say? And what is it that makes someone's opinion more important than anyone elses? Why do I have so many rhetorical questions in that paragraph?
Come to think of it, I don't even know if they're rhetorical. Sure some of them must be. But I guess it would be nice to get some answers.

Not that I expect anyone to read my blog, let alone reply to it. I don't think that people would find it very interesting to read about my thoughts. But I figured, since they are racing around my head anyway, and stopping me from getting a good nights sleep, I'd just type them up.

I must warn you though, I think about some strange things. But maybe this blog can just be a random assortment of things that go through my head- pictures and text and the things that I find interesting. Yeah, maybe.

wow.

I found this on my friends blog.


 According to a coroners report In 2008 in my small rural county.




Heart failure, the leading cause of death in the United States, took 93.



Only 1 was homicide.



There were 24 traffic deaths



and there were 35 suicides.

How many times have you tried to protect the ones you love?
Have you ever gone to the doctors with them. Supported them in weight loss so they could save themselves from premature death?
How many times have I heard people exclaim "If he comes after her I'll...". Would you protect your loved one from a murderer? From her estranged boyfriend? Would you stand behind you're brother if he got in a fight so he wouldn't get hurt?
Would you discourage you're loved from going down the highway at 110 mph wearing no seat belt?
But yet people claim all the time to not know their loved ones were suicidal. And so we have numbers like 35 suicides. Why is this? There are two very important reasons for this.
Number one is that underneath the surface of mental health, lies inner shame. They don't reach out. Shame that one struggles with something that cannot be fixed to them. That makes a person feel so low and so unworthy of peoples help.

Number two is that people do not reach in. You sit at home and worry that your loved ones have been attacked when they don't return home on time. But there is a 35 times more chance they've killed themselves instead. You worry they were in a car accident. But it's more likely they've decided to kill themselves. You say "O no, not my son, not my brother, not my wife". But nobody ever knows. It's a silent killer at times. Sneaks up from behind.
You say you love your loved ones, but do you really love them? Would you think outside the box for them? Would you feel uncomfortable for them? Would you talk about the uncomfortable stuff, even if they say they're fine? Would you prod anyway? Because prodding is better then standing at a funeral wondering what you could have done differently.
Suicide doesn't have to have a stigma. There shouldn't be one. People shouldn't be embarrassed to walk up to somebody and admit how a loved one died. People shouldn't be ashamed to walk up to a loved one and ask for help so that they don't land an early death. Isn't it okay to ask for emotional support when you have cancer or lupus?
When the question is life or death why do we stubbornly cross our arms in front of us and come up with every excuse in the book not to talk about it.



"They have nothing to be depressed about."

"They're just looking for attention."

"Anyone who thinks about suicide is crazy."

"Depression makes them weak".
None of them are true.
NONE of them are true.
Mental illnesses are medical conditions, caused by chemical imbalances in the brain. Everything in the world could be going right and the person still suffers severe and crippling emotional difficulties.

The truth of the whole matter is, is that it's an uncomfortable subject that nobody wants to approach. And you can ask anyone who's ever lost an immediate member of the family to suicide. They'd wished they'd approached it before.
35 people died to suicide in 2008 in this small county I live in and I don't remember hearing about one of them in the newspaper. They all deserved to have their lives remembered too. They were mothers and sisters. Friends. They had hearts and voices that might had been heard. Maybe not, but maybe. We never know.
Fatal car accidents make front page. "Tractor Trailer overturns on I- 81. Fatality Involved". How sad is this? It gains popularity. Nobody wants to read about the man who hung himself in a park. But where was his voice? Who honored his death? His pain? ALL of his pain. One can only imagine the inner turmoil that somebody goes through, that drives them to want to end their own lives.
Stop making it worse for them.
For every 1 female suicide there is 4 male suicides. For every 1 success there is 20 attempts. Watch your loved ones. Nobody can watch them closer then the people closest to them. And for gosh sakes get over your own discomfort and ignorance to save a life. Learn the signs, always watch and most importantly...

listen.