Big noses are fabulous

Though this isn’t a new thing, I was only recently accused of having a nose fetish. I feel it would only be responsible to have a coming-out-post. …And have an excuse to compile a list of noses I swoon over. Whenever someone mentions on of these people, probably the first thing I think about is their beautiful nose. I’m so shallow.

Adrien Brody

My favourite nose of all time. I even think he’s to blame for all of this.

Dev Patel

His nose was the highlight of Slumdog Millionaire, I tell you. Now I’m in a moral dilemma until 23 September, when The Last Airbender is finally released in New Zealand. Protest racism or indulge in Nosefest “10?

Spoiler: I probably won’t go, since I have no one who likes Avatar (MY FRIENDS ALL SUCK) and going to a movie solo feels rather depressing. Also, I heard Appa’s barely in it, which is a total slap in the face for my OTP. Sigh.

I also think Dev Patel is all kinds of gorgeous. To the point where I felt oddly guilty looking for a nice photo. I WAS JUST DOING IT FOR THE BLOG OKAY, ONLY FOR THE BLOG. (His ears are making me giggle.)

Lady Gaga

I’ve often heard people calling Lady Gaga ugly because of her nose, whereas I just cannot agree. It’s my favourite part of her face. Even if saying so is pretty weird.

..Now that I think about it, whenever I see photos/video clips of Lady Gaga, I’m constantly looking at her nose. While I adore her for wearing the most flamboyant, ridiculous costumes non-stop, the nose is the best part of Lady Gaga.

Gala Darling

For a long time, I wanted a nosejob more than anything else in the world. — (source!)

I subscribe to a couple of fashion blogs. I adore her style, her tattoos, her hair… She’s one of my (two!) e-crushes. Ooh I just read she went to the same high school as one of my friends (Samuel Marsden, hollaaa!).

I’m so glad that nose job never happened, because it’s part of what makes her really beautiful. People have got to embrace their quirks. I’ve decided this should be the point of this post (instead of my creepiness). If you cringe because of your nose, I’m probably secretly infatuated with it (and I’m still creepy).

I am a shameful liar.

I said I ordered Pagan’s Daughter online.

While I may exaggerate for ~literary effect~ (I AM AN ARTISTE, MY KEYBOARD A PAINTBRUSH), that was just a blatant lie. I have disturbed the trust my few readers have of me. I hope you can forgive me. I truly was planning on ordering it, after all! I just needed to get my credit card, but my laziness won me over when it promised that ordering from Borders would be cheaper.

Turns out I didn’t even have to order it, because it was in the store. I scampered my way over to the final book to my most beloved series. Guess where I found it?

…In the section labelled “Ages 8 – 12″. FMLLLLLLLLLL.

People I’m friends with on Facebook, they like the Jane Austens and other oooh la laaaa-type authors. Impressive books that make you think of dense tiny print. My favourite book is for little children. >_<

But you know what? I’m glad they have access to such quality literature in this dark age where the only thing marketed towards these brats is vampires. So there!

Oh, and this Pagan’s Daughter thing. Fans sound iffy about it, so I’m mostly reading it for pretty things about how much Roland and Pagan were in love with each other (lol jk, I think they loved each other so much that to say such a love can only exist in a romantic sense only cheapens their relationship. Hurrrr!). Especially since the only person still alive from the other books is Isidore.

…And other fangirlish rantings like that. I’m exciiiiiiiited. I’m about to start reading it. (Except I’m lying again – I started last night.)

Things that annoy me about Facebook (part one)

(Because I had WAY too much fun writing this and got carried away.)

You and your “privacy”

Opening a Facebook account is the MOST DANGEROUS THING YOU COULD EVER DO.

It’s because of the freaks you will inevitably add. (Like me.) The folks you briefly knew in primary school, now white supremacists and/or living more glamorously than you. Maybe these people will gaze upon your name in their “Friends” list, and decide it is in fact a perfect description of your relationship (whaaaat). Or, perhaps ambitiously, that’s it’s not enough.

They will be unrelenting in their pursuit of ~reconnecting~. They will bombard you on chat. They will invite you to parties. They will harass your Wall. They know you like The Big Bang Theory, and therefore consider themselves experts on you. THEY DESERVE SO MUCH MORE FROM YOU CAN’T YOU SEEEEE.

Maybe I’m exaggerating. Slightly. But the folks you’ve added, they’re probably stalking you, them and people you haven’t even added. They are smitten by your profile picture, intrigued by moments where you flitted by, and they are consumed with the need to know more. Facebook merely offers tantalizing ‘extracts’ of a person. The addiction begins. F5, F5, F5.

…It’s how my girlcrush started, anyway, in what must be the epitome of Facebook creepiness.*

Unlike every other social networking site where you’ve con yourself into believing you’re important, it’s different on Facebook. You are everyone’s celebrity and newsfeeds are tabloids.

Facebook stalking isn’t what irks me though. It’s this recent Facebook privacy revolution. Virtually every profile is now on lock down.

I’m not sure why I like peering into the lives of people I’ve only glanced at. All I know is, stalking used to be easier. You didn’t have to be friends with them. There were people that I met years ago, and I foolishly let the period where you can add someone without being a creep pass. They’ve forgotten me, I’m sure, but I still occasionally click my way over to them. Browse their photos, their Wall, their status updates. I can’t add them; it’s too late.

Facebook-related scandals have left people scared. I’ve been shut out from countless profiles. Bitterly, I mourn for the end of the golden age of FB, a time when people once thought their boss might approve of their blurry drunken photos.**

TL;DR: Don’t deprive the people! Unlock your profiles! Let them shine over this internet wasteland like a beacon of voyeurism!