Death By Toxic Throw-Pillow Fibres

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Yello peeps,

 

My mother has made a friend recently. This friend is a vegan. Now, some of us may be aware of vegans on the internet – particularly Tumblr and Twitter. You might even recognize the game “find the vegan”.

However, my mother found it extremely worrisome when this vegan tweeted, in response to “mmm bacon”, “CUNT”. Then, later, “I no longer want to live on this planet.” I’m assuming this had something to do with a hamburger or somebody thinking tuna isn’t an animal. My mother, on the other hand, was thrown into a whirl of panic and distress:

she looked up his address

texted the vegan

called the vegan

promptly decided that the vegan needed a relaxing get-together

Thus, she and the vegan were going to visit Ikea on Friday.

And, speaking of Ikea…

“Do we have extra throw-pillows?”

very loud silence

I explained that I needed them to make my bed more attractive, since I wanted to use it as a background in my YouTube videos.

My mom burst into a fit of cackling laughter. “OH THE VAPID STATEMENT”, she shrieked mockingly

“OH THE TEENAGE TROUBLES”

More laughter.

I stood there as she amused herself. 

Then, suddenly, she responded in an *almost* serious tone: “You could use your old clothing to make shreds and create more pillows.”

oh, the beauty…

I wondered vaguely if that would really be a positive addition to the aesthetic – perhaps I could film a DIY tutorial parody.

But before I could respond, she laughed again, before gasping in shock:

“What if you inhaled toxic fibres from the fabric and died?!”

I expressed some doubt concerning that possibility, teasing her lightly, but she defended herself:

“But things happen!

People kill themselves!

Ahhh we were back with the vegan.

It occurred to me that I could share this story and give people a laugh, so I asked permission to blog about it.

“About what? Nothing’s happened.”

Exactly, mother, exactly.

 

Cheers,

Penny

le petit tour de zurich :D (new video) #imadeathing

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Here’s the new YouTube video I’ve managed to upload:

the precious video #achievements

It took me forevvvvva* to edit, because my skillz on Windows Movie Maker are still….primitive, to say the least (the most?) BUT I DID IT!!!! *exhausted maniacal laughter*

*hours and literally hours and all night and day and hours of my life omgawd

 

Also, be prepared to meet a new friend of mine. :D His name is Zombiestone, and I’m quite sad to be sending him home :(

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Anyway, if you’d like to see me do a certain video – a tag or a challenge or whatever – just leave a comment and I’ll see what I can do ;) * to be whispered seductively*

Oh, and if you want to see my full channel, I’ve customized a cute little link, voilà: tinyurl.com/pennylunasun

 

Cheers,

Penny

“if you’re not shaking, you need more coffee.” ~ a smart dude

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Yello Peeps,

 

Those who know me can probably confirm that I am very….in touch with my emotions. I’ve mentioned before that I am a crier when it comes to movies, or the time I bombarded a guy with insulting memes for asking to be friends with benefits. And usually, this part of my personality gives me what I like to think can be considered a bit of quirkiness.

wait, I thought this was about quirkiness… come on, it’s not all bad… I’ll just stop now.

 

The danger really only starts when even I can’t decide what to feel. Yes, torn between emotions. Ripped in two. Confused.

This doesn’t happen very often, and yet, recently, I have not been able to escape the spiral of doom that is my feels. Don’t worry, nothing tragic has happened (*paparazzi scurry away disappointedly*). But some of you may remember a post I made a lonnnng time ago (voilà le fabulous post), about how I need to be stressed, or I won’t feel productive.

Ahem.

“I regret nothing.” ~ defiant bird

It has happened.

I took on a ton of projects, procrastinated on all of them, and am now in hyper-adrenaline mode, on a permanent caffeine-induced high, pulling all-nighters left and right,

AND IT IS AWESOME.

i can see sounds

Basically,  I have next to zero time to do anything but work, so I constantly feel like the most productive, achieving Penny I could possibly be, and I end up getting eight hours of work done without even noticing how the time has flown. Oh the joy, the ecstasy, the loveliness of life! The happiness is endlesssssssssssss.

However, this all comes with a down-side.

The lows.

I’m talking about in-between-Starbucks phases when the weight of my responsibilities suddenly slaps me in the face and I end up having hysterical fits of crying on the carpet in my room or taking desperate five-second naps in the bathroom.

It’s that bad.

Of course, sometimes I just zone out and realize after ten minutes that the wall isn’t my top priority at the moment. But you get the picture. I’m sure I’ll survive.

 

Do you think there’s such thing as acute bipolarity? Let me know in the comment section…

Also, I’d love to know if I’m really the only one that does this :P

 

Cheers,

Penny

Paris is Next-Door

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Dear peeps,

 

When something like this happens, I often get the feeling that it is indecent to even speak of it, to even assume that we could possibly understand anything so horrible, when we haven’t experienced it first-hand. Or to talk on behalf of the people who have. But it is a necessity, so I’m going to share my thoughts here, and maybe you can relate to what I have to say.

I am not very involved in politics, I don’t always keep up with world happenings. It all just seems so irrelevant to my personal life that sometimes I just can’t be bothered. I think this is very common for young people in particular. And so yesterday evening, when my class’ group chat started exploding with shock and outrage at what was happening in Paris, I didn’t even read it until this morning.

When I realized what had happened, I was beyond ashamed. I am ashamed that I could ever feel exempt from the responsibility each person has of being involved in our global community. Such apathy is entirely arrogant.

Paris is next-door to Switzerland. My class went there on a trip last year. It could have been us. It could have been our friends or family, and for all these people, it was them and their friends, their family.Displaying IMG_0976.JPG

this is my best friend and me on the eiffel tower. it only took us three hours to get to paris.

this is my best friend and me on the eiffel tower. it only took us three hours on the train to get to paris.

I watched some video footage of people running out of Bataclan, screaming, wounded, falling, dead. A man yelling out repeatedly, “Oscar!” Limping.

Who is Oscar? Is Oscar okay?

There were people hanging onto window sills for dear life. You could hear gunfire. Shouts for help.

I have never seen anything so horrifying. This wasn’t a movie, a reenacted documentary. This was real. I cried for nearly fifteen minutes. At the same time, I knew that my mom and my brother were inside the house, safe. I was texting my friends about this, so they were safe. Obviously, they were all safe. They weren’t in Paris, they weren’t even in France. But the fear was there nonetheless.

“It is a horror.”

And then I watched François Hollande’s speech, speaking of France’s strength, the injustice, how they would overcome this evil, that they would go against ISIS ruthlessly. And my sense of fear and terror turned into rage.

Those cannot be humans behind those masks! Those are monsters! This is pure evil.

I want to be able to help, but the most I can do is like and share facebook posts, change my profile picture to the French flag, and be sad and angry. Believe me, I’m happy to do that. It’s important to show support, for every person to be there for the victims of these attacks, but we should strive for more.

facebook’s movement

I started this post by mentioning indecency vs necessity, and I want to come back to that now: I have often considered the idea of becoming a journalist, and frequently, the financial prospects (and yes, the “irrelevance” – the irony of this is not lost on me) put me off it. But the helplessness I felt today made me realize that I owe it to myself and to society to be one of the people who ties us together by ensuring that people are informed, that people understand the very real happenings around them, so that we don’t lead disconnected, oblivious lives.

This isn’t meant to be a life-changing post or some sort of instruction, but it’s the impression this event has made on me, and I wanted to share it with you.

Lastly, I want to say that I am so grateful for all of my friends and family, and my heart goes out to all those who have suffered through these attacks.

 

Sincerely,

Penny

 

Links to the main articles I read, not including the more recent updates (one is in French, but the footage is comprehensible all the same):

Le Monde

BBC News

 

Karma is REAL

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Hey peeps!

 

If we’re to be quite honest, my blog has not lived up to its own standards. Penny “shares too much”, pah!

Where is the TMI? Where are all the embarrassing stories I’ll regret sharing?? Where is the promised blackmail material???

ALL THE DECEIT

So I’ve decided I’m really going to try to tell you more on here, otherwise I’d have to give up my blog’s name, and that would be sad.

So firstly: I now have definitive proof that Karma is a thing.

There I am, whistling some irritating tune to the undelight of my friend, when the piece of gum I’ve been chewing suddenly no longer tastes good. Karma step 1.

To rid myself of the hideous mass, I removed it from my mouth and chucked it, with a violent jerk of the hand, into the nearest bush. And then, seconds later, Karma STRUCK AGAIN! My boot snagged on the next pot-hole, and I was flung foward with a jolt, smashed onto my face, broke my nose, and was rushed to the hospital!!

Just kidding. But I tripped. It was traumatizing.

Secondly, we all know Halloween was last Saturday, and my friends and I made the most of it.

With months, weeks, days, and finally, hours of preparation, we planned, bought, and fixed our costumes to ultimate perfection! Here are the stunning results:

the unstoppable trio: devil, angel, and fallen angel #original

 

broken doll is added #promakeup

 

a closeup on our stunning faces

a closeup on our gorgeous faces

 

a toast to repelling demons #amazinglighting

 

i just realized this can be my christmas outfit as well. #astarisborn #donotbeafraid #onlysortofkidding

In any case, we were ready to partay, and we weren’t going to be stopped by anything (not even the Christmas candy and deco at the grocery store – although Jingle Bells may or may not have been sung).

Of course, then we were back home by midnight – basically, it was cold, and Switzerland doesn’t have any adequate Halloween occaziones, so that was rather disappointing. And, obviously, to be safe at witching hour.

But the costumes were worth it! I mean, people saw, marvelled at us, asked for pictures. #queens

And now, thirdly, for the big announcement:

I’ve started a YouTube channel! It’s called Penny Lunasun, and it was a rather spontaneous idea.

That’s right, I’ve decided to spread my genius (*genius*) even farther into the internet, and I’ve filmed 5 videos sofar. They are all HD and have totally pro editing, needless to say. hahahaha no seriously. I know there’s room for improvement, but I figured hey, if no one laughs at my jokes, at least they can laugh at me. Or just let the therapeutic sound of my voice wash over them as they meditate.

Anyway, along the lines of this post, here’s the video I uploaded just before Halloween, so excuse the excellent quality (it was filmed on my tablet :P), and voilà:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QudoUqYZFik

I hope you like it! :) *please like it*

And if you subscribe, more gold will follow!

 

Cheers,

Penny

Ever-Growing Infamy – plus holidays

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Good day to you peeps!

And what a good day it is indeed!

What-ho? you say.

Yes! For on this fine earth-rotation, Penny Shares Too Much has reached

in my defence, i typed in “drumroll epic”, and not “childhood friend on fire”

♥50 FOLLOWERS♥

So, kneel before me, as I rule your universe of Randomus Shitoneous, and let me lead you into ever rising levels of ridicule and destruction!

We shall defeat our enemies together and rule the world!

Nothing will stop the sharing!

Too. Much. Can’t. Stop.

For example:

Today, I bought a pumpkin for Halloween (the night of slutty minions and penis onesies is nearly upon us),

And as I was walking home with my baby (yes, I mean the pumpkin – *whew*), there was a man walking behind me, and I suddenly contemplated the possibility of him suddenly attacking me and eating me for his Hallow’s Eve banquet.

But then, I realized that I would be fully capable of defending myself, because I could just smash his evil skull in with my giant orange globe, and then scamper away unscathed!

Hurrah for spontaneous weapons!

So, now you know how to survive an unexpected ambush when carrying only a pumpkin. Have a safe and happy Halloween!!!!!!!

Cheers,

Penny