The post where risk depriving you of your human rights…

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!

Ok some of you  may remember me. I switch from a wordpress.com blog to a self hosted one a few months back. Ring a bell? Naah I don’t blame you 😉

Anyways the biggest drawback was losing all of you in the process.

But I just discovered a way to turn my biggest dream  (yes I have a pathetically lame life) into reality!!!

I can actually (and this is a real thing so hold on tight) “transfer” all you wonderful people from this blog to my new site!!!

How awesome is that!!?

fiesta smiley

Will that be okay for you? 🙂

I really hope it is.

But if not and you feel like I’m taking away your right of freedom just unfollow, ok?

No hard feelings.

Pinky Swear.

Ok, here goes.

Hopefully I’ll  see you on the other side!

🙂

💜

Early Rainy Morning – Coffee = Deep Cora

I am different.

I am weird.

I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…

I’m the only blonde person in our class.

I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.

And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different. They don’t know where to place me when they call me something stupid like “Coraan” and I just don’t react. Not like the other people in my class who either laugh awkwardly, or get irritated or blush. My face stays as blank as a piece of paper (a feat I have practiced for a long time and am now very proud of 🙂 ) 

Honestly though…. I don’t care.

I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys this, but I feel like… I don’t know…. I just want to, I guess….

I don’t have a dramatic background or some horrible story. I am a normal girl with a normal family going to a normal school which happens to be stuffed to the brim with pretentious snobs. These snob think that everybody wants to be like them and they shun everyone who isn’t. If I had a penny for every time somebody called me stupid or laughed behind my back… (yadiya we all know how the saying goes 😉 )

And I don’t care.

You know I think I know why I am so persistent about blogging about this matter…. It’s because I DO NOT CARE!!! The thing that just hit me is, I used to always care. My life was built on what other people thought of me. I had to change school twice because the opinion other students had about me, screwed me up too much….

Nothing has changed. Except every thing has changed. People laugh behind my back. I don’t care. I have friends I trust. I have hair I like. I have a blog that one day shall be famous.

And I’m okay.

🙂

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I’m not sure if it’s suitable for this post, but I love this so much:

😀 ❤

Subject: …..dafuq?……

Dear Marlena,

Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe what a fudged up night I had yesterday…. I met up with my friends, Lizzy and Catalina, and a guy I had recently met, Ian. At first things went really great and I and a lot of fun.

But then Liz and Catalina had to leave…. It was just Ian and me……  At first things were still kinda fun. We decided to go into this little café/bar we found on the way, because it had started to rain. I ordered some tea and he had some sort of cocktail with coconut milk….. I don’t know…. We talked about everything and nothing; school, a broccoli in his class who finally got yelled at by a teacher, that he has math test next week, and something about if I would style my hair into a Mohawk for 500.000 €. And that’s when things got weird. We were talking about the stupid hair thing when he suddenly said, “You should let your hair grow.” I was like whaat, but he went on, “yes you should let your hair grow, at least past your shoulders, and dye them brown.”

What. What!!!??

At first I thought he was joking, but nawa this went on for the next 2 hours. The reasons he gave: Brown hair seems to suit my personality better, because blond hair is always associated with stupidity, stubbornness and being shallow and clearly I am none of those things. (Not sure if I should be flattered).

Long hair would look better than my silly short hair because short hair is associated with my “rebellious phase” or something I didn’t quite get that…. And lastly he wanted me to get ride of my bangs. Reason: Bangs shorten the face………………..

Oh and did I mention that by the end of the night his started to criticize my CUPCAKE EARRINGS!!! and the fact that they were colored blue, white and red which are the colors of the French flag and I shouldn’t be wearing them in Austria because German people don’t like French people…….. (what!!?)

Displaying IMG_20141109_170655.jpg (serious badass french earings you see here 😉 ) 

When I asked him why the feathers he wanted to change me so badly he replied: “I don’t want to change you, I want to improve you”.

I am proud to say I didn’t kill him.

Sorry for rambling I just wanted to get this of my chest… Hope you have a great day!!

Love,

Cora xx