Change of address card!

How so Joe's blog has moved from Xanga. I now blog as AislinnOC. =D

I know I mentioned in an earlier post that I got a laptop for Christmas.
It's blimmin' awesome, and I love it to bits.

Anyways, I only managed to figure out how to steal my home internet on it the other day. And by figured out, I mean I got someone else to set it up for me, (I am so lazy. =])

I don't think I mentioned before what kind of laptop it is! It's a vaio VGN-NS10L
I don't know what that means, but it might mean something to someone!
The only things I care about are that it looks pretty (check), it has internets (check) and it has a keyboard which I can use without much trouble (check).
The worst thing about it is the lack of a number pad, but you don't really get number pads on laptops, so I suppose I'd have that problem with anything!

As well as a new laptop, I also had to get a new phone recently. (Sob!)
I've had my old phone, a Nokia 3120 (I think), since I was 15. It stood with me through thick and thin, but the poor thing was in tatters by the time it finally gave up the ghost. Numerous scratches, a (purple!) ink stain, a crack running from the top of the screen to the bottom and several other, smaller, cracks, dents, scrapes and bruises.
The aesthetic damage I could cope with, I think it gave the phone character. But once it started hanging up midway through a call and not receiving text messages for hours on end, I knew change was afoot.
Finally, it stopped picking up a network altogether for up to hours at a time. Now that was depressing, because I'm a fairly heavy phone user.
Eventually, I decided I had to change phone. I wandered into the Carphone Warehouse and bought a black Nokia 6300.
While I'll admit it's pretty awesome, and has a lot of things my old phone didn't (a camera, mp3 player, radio, bluetooth... These things are amazing, I can't cope with all this luxury), I still kind of miss my old phone.
Three years is a long time, and I'm a creature of habit. I'd gotten used to the occasional malfunction of the left arrow key, the three button presses it required to turn off and the general interface of my old phone.
It was a piece of crap, but God, I miss it.
Still, once I manage to actually work up the courage to get rid of it, I'll donate it to the Jack and Jill Foundation. At least then I'll know it's done some good!

So that's about it for now! New laptop, awesome. New phone, not so awesome, I miss the old one. =(

A girly girl. That I most certainly am not.

Skirts and dresses? Nightmare. I live in jeans and a hoodie. My brother's getting married in six weeks, and I need to buy a dress for his wedding. Nightmare. I can't deal with dresses.
Part of that is body issues, because I don't like my legs, but for the most part it's just dislike of dresses and skirts.
As well as that, I don't like skinny jeans, revealing tops, frills, pretty much anything girly. I wear jeans, normal dark coloured jeans, occasionally with embroidery on the pockets, and a t-shirt, normally with a funny or cute picture or saying. Over that I'll wear a hoody, or possibly a zipped top, normally in a bright colour, although I do have a few navy or black. My absolute favourite at the moment is my band hoodie, which has my band's crest

embroidered on it. Amazing. =)

Shoes. I will admit, I love shoes. Although, not in the traditional girl sense. I can't wear heels. Especially not on a night out.
After all, I fell down the stairs in trainers last night. Although that might have been the tequila.
But I fell down the stairs last week when I was stone cold sober.
So, yeah, can't wear heels.
They'd be terribly helpful though, considering my height deficit!
I do love shoes though. Trainers, sneakers, runners, whatever you care to call them. I have a problem in that I buy too many. I currently own seven pairs. My favourites, and newest shoes, are these, which I bought when I was in New York. You have to admit, they're pretty amazing.


As well as those trainers, I also adore these

and these

God, I love buying trainers.
Still, no heels, sure as hell not a girly girl. I don't even wear flats, I just wear trainers. Except at work, because I'm not allowed wear trainers. This makes me very sad. =(

As for make-up? Nail polish?

Don't even get me started. It's a nightmare.
The last time I wore make-up was my debs (like prom, but a bigger deal), and that was a horror in itself.
Add that to the fact that I was wearing a dress and you have nightmare town for me.

I have short hair, which I never do anything with bar brush it. Even when I had long hair, I only tied it up in a pony tail. I was never into the whole sparkly clips, curls, accessories, scrunchies thing.


So I'm not a girly girl. I don't do girly things. I don't have very many girl friends either (about one in ten are girls).

Yet I still *am* a girl, and no-one ever forgets that. I have a boyfriend, and my guy friends never forget that I'm a girl.
They don't treat me any differently because of it, although they won't get into any sort of horseplay with me. Yet it's still very definite that I'm a girl. I'm not a tomboy, because I don't like playing sport, getting dirty or any of that sort of thing, I'm just a girl.

So I wonder!
What makes a girl a girl?
What's the difference between a girly girl and a tomboy, and what's the median (me??!)?
Is it possible to be a girly girl and a tomboy at the same time?
What makes a girly girly a girly girl?
Just how many times have I written the word girl in these questions??
Which do you prefer? What kind of girl are you more likely to befriend, or try to date?