And Merry Christmas to you all.
But you know what?
This year, I'm just not feeling it.
Depressing huh? I live for this holiday. You all know how much I love the music. But currently that's all it is - music.
We had the radio on at Chrissy lunch today - I know, poor form. But even I couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to change it - and whenever I tuned in to what was playing (get it, radio, tuned it?) they were songs that had been played in the back of Victors van. And some of them even had dance moves!
Is it ungrateful to want to be in a completely different country even though it's Christmas?
Scratch that. I know it's ungrateful.
But can I bring myself to care?
Currently Listening To: Nothing Christmassy. Fireflies by Owl City.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Baby
What are everyone's plans for New Years? Also, Im thinking Im gonna delete my other blog - thoughts?
Christmas Joy.
I hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas tomorrow full of laughter and presents =)
We all need to catch up after Christmas, it's been far too long.
Miss you all. Hope your holidays have been wonderful so far.
xxx
We all need to catch up after Christmas, it's been far too long.
Miss you all. Hope your holidays have been wonderful so far.
xxx
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Mistake
Don't you hate it when you get crazy, personal emails that are for somebody else? I think that someone must have a similar email address but slightly different, got some odd messages. Freaked me out a little. One from somebody whose address said that they were called Lynne, but later on they said that their name was Heather. Supposedly we've drifted apart, and she'll never forget playing hide and seek with me. Awkward~
In another, Karin asked about my unpacking, and told me that Leigh has 18 new lambs. Thanks, I guess.?
And some French person keeps emailing me and asking for me to send a teddy, as far as I can tell. That one at least appears to be a random scam, not a real person.
Why don't people check addresses before they send personal messages? Grr.
And yes, another nothing-post. I do that a lot.
In another, Karin asked about my unpacking, and told me that Leigh has 18 new lambs. Thanks, I guess.?
And some French person keeps emailing me and asking for me to send a teddy, as far as I can tell. That one at least appears to be a random scam, not a real person.
Why don't people check addresses before they send personal messages? Grr.
And yes, another nothing-post. I do that a lot.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Quick Random Thought
#2. I like country music. Generally pop country, or soft rock country, but still. I enjoy it.
#3. Games where you end up wearing ridiculous amounts of other peoples clothing are fun.
#3. Games where you end up wearing ridiculous amounts of other peoples clothing are fun.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Only the Best
You know whats awesome.
Gareth David Lloyd.
You know whats even more awesome.
Meeting Gareth David Lloyd.
Gareth David Lloyd.
You know whats even more awesome.
Meeting Gareth David Lloyd.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Quick Random Thought
#1. It's weird typing when the outer two or three fingers on both hands are numb.
Ticks and Crosses
- Thunderstorms
- Nice Customers
- Walking In The Rain
- Stretching
- Drenched Hair
- Nice Bus Drivers
- Prawns
- The Smell Of Rain
- Big Fish In Little Ponds
- Burma
- Breadshift
- Coworkers
- Not Being Able To Sleep
- Bad Writing
- Waking up at 5.30
Friday, November 27, 2009
If You're Nerdy And You Know It
http://www.supanova.com.au/
MELBOURNE 2010
April 16-18, Royal Showgrounds
Be there, or be slightly saner than me.
I most definately plan to be there, and possibly volunteer for it. We shall see.
Hope everyones exams went well.
At least they're over.
We is totally the big fish in our pond now.
huh.
MELBOURNE 2010
April 16-18, Royal Showgrounds
Be there, or be slightly saner than me.
I most definately plan to be there, and possibly volunteer for it. We shall see.
Hope everyones exams went well.
At least they're over.
We is totally the big fish in our pond now.
huh.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Ears
Two sets are always better than one. Total abuse of power, I know. He doesn't look very zombie-like though, bad Han. Must be hard to put on make-up when you're cardboard though.... ^_~
Friday, November 13, 2009
It's only been forever since I last posted
not long at all really.
Nothing much has changed, as I'm sure you're all aware.
another thing i am certain you are all aware of is the joyous knowledge that school is almost over for yet another year!!
of course along with this is the demon of exams. at least i only have three.
of course, of those three, im fairly certain i shall only get a decent grade on one of them, but it is what it is.
quick side note, to all those who i was talking to about the short story with the awake-y gas and the stuff, i found the link for it. my retelling was totally more detailed and scary, but whatevs =p
http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2009/08/29/russian-sleep-experiment-the-best-short-story-i-ve-read.html
this isn't actually the website i read it on, but its fundamentally the same story, just with more inconsistencies. if you're a normal person you may not notice them. but i do and they slightly irritate me. for example in the same paragraph (the first one) its said that the participants will be kept awake for 15 days, it then says 30. in the same paragraph it also states there are 'beds for sleeping on - but no bedding' ... i thought NOT sleeping was what this was all about???
anyroad, if you ignore these and just read, its a good story. creeptasticly enjoyable.
you know what sucks? unexplainable mood swings. you probably all know what im talking about. you'll start the day, and itll just be kinda 'meh' nothing happening to tip it to the realms of 'bad day' or 'fantastic day' just quietly enjoyable. then good things will happen. an increasingly hilarious conversation, a water fight, an ice fight, something that makes you feel incredibly content and happy and all those other silly things. that'll last for a while, but then the slightest thing will tip it into the realm of 'bad day'. not even a big thing, just something as simple as the tone a person uses when talking to you, condescending being the most aborred of these. and from then on the little things just get on your nerves. and then something as simple as a phone call can make it all better again. or maybe no one knows what i mean and my instability is showing itself here.
one of the things i did accomplish while in my 'meh'/quite enjoyable state of mind what actually commit to paper the story we had begun to weave on the oval a week ago today (oh, happy Friday the 13th everyone). Obviously it's as high class as the rest of our long lunch endeavours. my current plan (which will most likely not last beyond a week) is to make it a kind of chose your own adventure story. i see two paths for this to take, i am leaning toward the second because it seems likely to have hilaritius results. one, is that i post it here and people comment suggesting what should happen next. the second, is that i post it here and people comment with a bit they'd like to add. from as little as a sentence to as much as a paragraph or two, all will be appreciated. then the story could either continue being told in comment form, or whenever i or someone else feels like it we could re-post with either the whole up-to-date story, or just the bit they'd written and we could start posting on that one. this would continue until we felt the story had reached a conclusion, and if successful, could be the beginning of a multitude of stories from the dark realms of our minds. i quite like that idea.
i shall post it tomorrow or the day after at some point for you all to view, but as i have to get up at 5.30 tomorrow morning for work, i really must vamoose.
Nothing much has changed, as I'm sure you're all aware.
another thing i am certain you are all aware of is the joyous knowledge that school is almost over for yet another year!!
of course along with this is the demon of exams. at least i only have three.
of course, of those three, im fairly certain i shall only get a decent grade on one of them, but it is what it is.
quick side note, to all those who i was talking to about the short story with the awake-y gas and the stuff, i found the link for it. my retelling was totally more detailed and scary, but whatevs =p
http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2009/08/29/russian-sleep-experiment-the-best-short-story-i-ve-read.html
this isn't actually the website i read it on, but its fundamentally the same story, just with more inconsistencies. if you're a normal person you may not notice them. but i do and they slightly irritate me. for example in the same paragraph (the first one) its said that the participants will be kept awake for 15 days, it then says 30. in the same paragraph it also states there are 'beds for sleeping on - but no bedding' ... i thought NOT sleeping was what this was all about???
anyroad, if you ignore these and just read, its a good story. creeptasticly enjoyable.
you know what sucks? unexplainable mood swings. you probably all know what im talking about. you'll start the day, and itll just be kinda 'meh' nothing happening to tip it to the realms of 'bad day' or 'fantastic day' just quietly enjoyable. then good things will happen. an increasingly hilarious conversation, a water fight, an ice fight, something that makes you feel incredibly content and happy and all those other silly things. that'll last for a while, but then the slightest thing will tip it into the realm of 'bad day'. not even a big thing, just something as simple as the tone a person uses when talking to you, condescending being the most aborred of these. and from then on the little things just get on your nerves. and then something as simple as a phone call can make it all better again. or maybe no one knows what i mean and my instability is showing itself here.
one of the things i did accomplish while in my 'meh'/quite enjoyable state of mind what actually commit to paper the story we had begun to weave on the oval a week ago today (oh, happy Friday the 13th everyone). Obviously it's as high class as the rest of our long lunch endeavours. my current plan (which will most likely not last beyond a week) is to make it a kind of chose your own adventure story. i see two paths for this to take, i am leaning toward the second because it seems likely to have hilaritius results. one, is that i post it here and people comment suggesting what should happen next. the second, is that i post it here and people comment with a bit they'd like to add. from as little as a sentence to as much as a paragraph or two, all will be appreciated. then the story could either continue being told in comment form, or whenever i or someone else feels like it we could re-post with either the whole up-to-date story, or just the bit they'd written and we could start posting on that one. this would continue until we felt the story had reached a conclusion, and if successful, could be the beginning of a multitude of stories from the dark realms of our minds. i quite like that idea.
i shall post it tomorrow or the day after at some point for you all to view, but as i have to get up at 5.30 tomorrow morning for work, i really must vamoose.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Its a joke, Joyce
During an IRS audit, the auditor looked at the tax payer and exclaimed...
... "Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable."
"I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it," says Ralph. "How about a demonstration?"
The auditor thinks for a moment and said, "Okay. Go ahead."
Ralph says, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye."
The auditor thinks a moment and says, "No way! It's a bet."
Ralph removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor's jaw drops. Ralph says, "Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye."
The auditor can tell Ralph isn't blind, so he takes the bet.
Ralph removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Ralph's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
"Want to go double or nothing?" Ralph asks. "I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between."
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this guy can manage that stunt, so he agrees again.
Ralph stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, and urinates all over the desk.
The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Ralph's attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" the auditor asks.
"Not really," says the attorney. "This morning, when Ralph told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it."
[ http://www.elertgadget.com/palert/Todays_Humor_-_Be_Careful_What_You_Bet_On_165084.htm ]
... "Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable."
"I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it," says Ralph. "How about a demonstration?"
The auditor thinks for a moment and said, "Okay. Go ahead."
Ralph says, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye."
The auditor thinks a moment and says, "No way! It's a bet."
Ralph removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor's jaw drops. Ralph says, "Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye."
The auditor can tell Ralph isn't blind, so he takes the bet.
Ralph removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Ralph's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
"Want to go double or nothing?" Ralph asks. "I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between."
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this guy can manage that stunt, so he agrees again.
Ralph stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, and urinates all over the desk.
The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Ralph's attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" the auditor asks.
"Not really," says the attorney. "This morning, when Ralph told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it."
[ http://www.elertgadget.com/palert/Todays_Humor_-_Be_Careful_What_You_Bet_On_165084.htm ]
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Shrimp
So very tired of practice exam papers. Mainly they're boring, but I do like this question from the 2006 VCAA biology paper: 'Snapping shrimp, genus Alpheus, can be found on either side of the land bridge...when males and females from either side of the land bridge were brought together they snapped aggressively at each other and would not mate.' Haha, poor shrimpies.
PLEASE POST SOMETHING, SOMEBODY. It's getting rather dull around here, checking all the time but nothing new.... <3 C
PLEASE POST SOMETHING, SOMEBODY. It's getting rather dull around here, checking all the time but nothing new.... <3 C
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Children of Earth
Very exciting news indeed. JB has the Children of Earth boxset!!!!!
Its $30 so im waiting until it gets cheaper, but still very exciting!
Special Features here i come!
Squee. Janto.
Yes i have realised im an obsessed fangirl, but i dont care =]
Its $30 so im waiting until it gets cheaper, but still very exciting!
Special Features here i come!
Squee. Janto.
Yes i have realised im an obsessed fangirl, but i dont care =]
Phantom
Grr to Yahoo answers, I just lost my post while trying to insert a little heart at the end (anybody who knows how to use alt keys on a laptop, please help ;D)
Phantom of the Opera has a sequel, 'Love never dies', and it's coming to Melb! Yay!
As yet, I don't actually know when, but I do know that it should open in Australia next year, so hopefully it opens down here before in Sydney (:
Also, the Aussie dollar is sitting at about 90 US cents. This is very exciting indeed. I think that I'll have to sit on my hands to make sure that I don't do any online shopping.
Anyways, hope that you're all coping after first week back! (heart should go here! Very sad)
Phantom of the Opera has a sequel, 'Love never dies', and it's coming to Melb! Yay!
As yet, I don't actually know when, but I do know that it should open in Australia next year, so hopefully it opens down here before in Sydney (:
Also, the Aussie dollar is sitting at about 90 US cents. This is very exciting indeed. I think that I'll have to sit on my hands to make sure that I don't do any online shopping.
Anyways, hope that you're all coping after first week back! (heart should go here! Very sad)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Random.
Good Luck to everyone who has exams this week!
Last week of holidays =[ a bit depressing. We should all get together and catch up.
Missing you all xxx
Last week of holidays =[ a bit depressing. We should all get together and catch up.
Missing you all xxx
Sunday, September 20, 2009
A strange urge.
Ok this is going to sound absurd but i really really feel like watching brokeback mountain. I saw the movie in a catalogue and ever since then ive really wanted to watch it. Like that persistent urge that never goes away, and it just bugs you for ages! It happened to me with Mulan. Dont panic though i managed to scrounge the dvd off someone. Mulan is good. Im going off topic now. My main point of this post was to see if anyone wanted to have a sleepover and watch it with me lol. It doesnt seem like the sort of film you'd watch on your own. I know that the film causes issues with people because of the whole 'gay' aspect, but i honestly dont think that would be much of a concern in our group. I was just putting the idea of watching it out there. This is why you shouldn't let me get sleep deprived, i go crazy and obsessive!
Anyway, hoping you're all having a fabulous holiday! I know i am! =]
Anyway, hoping you're all having a fabulous holiday! I know i am! =]
Friday, September 18, 2009
Utter Brilliance.
I have recently discovered the delights of the TV series True Blood. All credit goes to jacky. I encourage everyone to watch it. It is fantastic! Vampires, Sex and Blood. How could it get any better. Plus Eric the vampire has the sexiest hair you will ever see. He is a god.
Anyway. I'm been obsessing about this show like all day, i needed a way to channel my obsession =]
Anyway. I'm been obsessing about this show like all day, i needed a way to channel my obsession =]
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Waiting to Smile
by Rufy Blesh
No, I'm not sad
And though I say nothing
I want to talk.
I'm waiting for you to smile
Then I'll smile too
And we can begin.
Are you like me?
Does it go on for ever
Waiting to smile?
No, I'm not sad
And though I say nothing
I want to talk.
I'm waiting for you to smile
Then I'll smile too
And we can begin.
Are you like me?
Does it go on for ever
Waiting to smile?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Burn
A chick at tennis today tried to set me up with a 15 year old, because she thought that that was my age.
Or that I was 14.
Nice.
Or that I was 14.
Nice.
Unpredictable crossover
As Emmie has shown us the rather unusual My Little Pony/Hannah Monatana/Power Rangers and Torchwood crossovers, I thought I'd give you the links to some too cute Doctor who fan pictures. They'll either slightly freak you out or make you squee ;D
The Doctor, with a bit less dignity than he usually has...
~♥ jesidres.deviantart.com/art/Sailor-Gallifrey-59170885 ♥~
Rose and Ten, just lineart but still adorable
~♥ swankkat.deviantart.com/art/Tuxedo-Rose-59562765 ♥~
Cake!
~♥ swankkat.deviantart.com/art/For-Jesidres-Blame-the-Doctor-84753135 ♥~
Jareth. How could she say no?
~♥ lily-fox.deviantart.com/art/Labyrinth-jam-cookie-74023288 ♥~
After that last one, I now have a craving for some cookies. And David Bowie.
Hope you're all enjoying the start of the holidays ;)
The Doctor, with a bit less dignity than he usually has...
~♥ jesidres.deviantart.com/art/Sailor-Gallifrey-59170885 ♥~
Rose and Ten, just lineart but still adorable
~♥ swankkat.deviantart.com/art/Tuxedo-Rose-59562765 ♥~
Cake!
~♥ swankkat.deviantart.com/art/For-Jesidres-Blame-the-Doctor-84753135 ♥~
Jareth. How could she say no?
~♥ lily-fox.deviantart.com/art/Labyrinth-jam-cookie-74023288 ♥~
After that last one, I now have a craving for some cookies. And David Bowie.
Hope you're all enjoying the start of the holidays ;)
Friday, September 11, 2009
Soz bra
Dont like that picture either, my mascara is clump central.
Argh, sorry I'm so picky.
<3 Jenna
Argh, sorry I'm so picky.
<3 Jenna
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
There has been many a question
relating to the blog header pictures and why some people look more attractive than others in it, and that was pretty much because i could only find certain pi cutes of certain people.
Now, i have a collection of photos of us all from the same event, and i feel as we all were sharing the same merriment, we are all equally drop dead gorgeous.
Also, the NP badge is back, welcome it with open arms!!
Now, i have a collection of photos of us all from the same event, and i feel as we all were sharing the same merriment, we are all equally drop dead gorgeous.
Also, the NP badge is back, welcome it with open arms!!
Monday, September 07, 2009
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Potential Disasters
Number One: Letting Jenna near you with a camera.
This has a number of unfortunate side effects, including the fact that I look like a douche, I look like a douche on Facebook, and my inbox gets filled with a gazillion emails telling me I've been tagged in photos! (And I resent the fact that many photos were tagged with 'cock goes where?')
I suppose it's my own fault for being a camera whore, though.
Number Two: Microwaveable snack-experiments.
When they're good, they're delicious. When they're not, they make a massive mess and bad smells..... My current favourites being self saucing pudding and banana-nutella-y goodness.
Creepy/Horrified Katie strikes again!
This has a number of unfortunate side effects, including the fact that I look like a douche, I look like a douche on Facebook, and my inbox gets filled with a gazillion emails telling me I've been tagged in photos! (And I resent the fact that many photos were tagged with 'cock goes where?')
I suppose it's my own fault for being a camera whore, though.
Number Two: Microwaveable snack-experiments.
When they're good, they're delicious. When they're not, they make a massive mess and bad smells..... My current favourites being self saucing pudding and banana-nutella-y goodness.
Creepy/Horrified Katie strikes again!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
How to be a danger to yourself and others:
Step One: Sew with a needle and thread
Step Two: Drop the needle.
Step Three: Do not be able to find it.
Crap.
This was originally going to be How to Procrastinate (because anyone who actually is on this site really needs advice on that...) but then I became a dangerous Hazard.
OOH.
But anyway, if you say, have a physics test the next day, but you don't want to study, check out my current addictions: cutoutandkeep.net and/or anything tagged threadbanger on youtube. Nerdy but inspirational! Ha, now one just needs to stop procrastination...
Another decent way to waste time is to forget your password and have to reset it. Again.
I really hope I find my needle...
Step Two: Drop the needle.
Step Three: Do not be able to find it.
Crap.
This was originally going to be How to Procrastinate (because anyone who actually is on this site really needs advice on that...) but then I became a dangerous Hazard.
OOH.
But anyway, if you say, have a physics test the next day, but you don't want to study, check out my current addictions: cutoutandkeep.net and/or anything tagged threadbanger on youtube. Nerdy but inspirational! Ha, now one just needs to stop procrastination...
Another decent way to waste time is to forget your password and have to reset it. Again.
I really hope I find my needle...
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Meow-Meow
Perfection purrs. Cats make things better. Princess Leia comes pretty close to fixing things though. She can't fix the awful feeling from eating too much bread and dip... icky. I really should know better ;D
I think that everybody needs a cat tribute up here. Cat or Ianto. Both is better.
Has anybody attempted the French news? Went to some website online, but it was just as boring as in English. Swine flu, Michael Jackson, and that guy who climbed the Petronas towers.
A week(ish) until term ends, about the same until I get braces. Hmm..
Anyhoo, any career ideas for yourselves, balloonists? I don't know, therefore am seriously lacking motivation. Tell me what to do!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Yeah. Am Back. Already =p
another youtube video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vrCULQyxak&feature=related
surprisingly enough about Ianto.
is long.
but the last bit with gareth it in?
freaking awesome.
i would kind of love the rules printed on a shirt =p
and MORE PRETTY PICTURES!!!
http://shambolicasfuck.livejournal.com/144284.html
gosh the interweb is fun!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vrCULQyxak&feature=related
surprisingly enough about Ianto.
is long.
but the last bit with gareth it in?
freaking awesome.
i would kind of love the rules printed on a shirt =p
and MORE PRETTY PICTURES!!!
http://shambolicasfuck.livejournal.com/144284.html
gosh the interweb is fun!!
This time i actually have things to say =p
firstly, i spend way to much time on the internet instead of doing my homework. bad emmie, i know. but anyway =p
the other things all come under the banner of 'things i learnt or discovered today while not doing homework'
there is fanfiction out there, known as RPS or RPF i do believe, that is about not the characters, but the actors themselves. eg. not jack and ianto, john barrowman and gareth david-lloyd. huh. was a new one. and as we all know im open to experimentation, i read some. interesting stuff. i suppose in the end its all fiction, its just a different type of character manipulation.
as i was reading and following randon links as i do, i discovered this livejournal entry:
http://scarper493.livejournal.com/11762.html
all i can say is, lucky lucky bitch!!! =p
also, love these vids, makes me want to meet thenm all!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxEMWK2JaFU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IoBHZOvAZs
i wish i could have been there =p
happy blogging all.
am sure i will think of something else, or find something else to share, but for the moment i am done =p
the other things all come under the banner of 'things i learnt or discovered today while not doing homework'
there is fanfiction out there, known as RPS or RPF i do believe, that is about not the characters, but the actors themselves. eg. not jack and ianto, john barrowman and gareth david-lloyd. huh. was a new one. and as we all know im open to experimentation, i read some. interesting stuff. i suppose in the end its all fiction, its just a different type of character manipulation.
as i was reading and following randon links as i do, i discovered this livejournal entry:
http://scarper493.livejournal.com/11762.html
all i can say is, lucky lucky bitch!!! =p
also, love these vids, makes me want to meet thenm all!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxEMWK2JaFU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IoBHZOvAZs
i wish i could have been there =p
happy blogging all.
am sure i will think of something else, or find something else to share, but for the moment i am done =p
Insert Your Own Blog Title Here. I Can't Be Bothered.
So August was a busy month for us bloggers.
We're pretty awesome.
haven't posted in a while. haven't had the concentration to actually write anything for a while a guess =p
have a slight gripe.
subject selection.
always dislike this time of year.
actually, has nothing to do with the time of year, just hate having to do this.
thinking about all that future stuff.
i know what i want to do.
i want to travel.
i want to utilise my dual nationality, i want to get out of my comfort zone, i want to meet new people, experience new things and damn it, i want to do it now.
Yeah yeah. year 12. trust me, i haven't forgotten.
i just. well. im not really academically focused.
at least no where near as much as my peers and friends are.
it's just not how i am currently.
there were two good (interlinking) things about subject choices this year.
the fact that i found a course at UB that suited me down to the ground, and was full time for 5 months or part time for a year. again, really freaking perfect. if i did this course, as ive done two 3/4s this year, i could get away with only doing 4 next year, woo!
which leads me to my next good thing, the fact that i was advised to do both philosophy and theartre studies, two classes id originally thought i could only choose one of, and drop business management, a class i don't think will do anything for me that i wouldn't cover in the UB course i want to do.
obviously two days of happy thoughts on this was just too much, as apparently the course i want to do itsn't being offered part time next year.
if you're not going to offer it part time, don't tell me you do.
now im left in a bit of a muddle. as this course isn't being offered, i either have to find something to replace it. or stick to just doing 4 subjects next year.
i dont think the latter is yet an option in the eyes of the parentals. and im not sure i can blame them as it wasn't really an option to me until two days ago.
and until three days ago id planned to be out of the country by the summer of '11.
now. well. if things flow the way they look to be flowing currently (knowing me, the flow will be disrupted soon; i can but hope otherwise. unless its a better offer/plan of course) ill be in b-town until the summer of '12, and down 4 grand. plus two years worth of living expenses.
anyway. itll sort itself out. it may need some prompting, but itll get there =p
on a completely different (and much more awesome) note.
here's some pretty pictures that tell a fairy tale.
well. not a fairy tale. but they is DEFINITELY pretty pictures =p
http://community.livejournal.com/suit_love/2352.html
he is the sex.
as is that hat =p
We're pretty awesome.
haven't posted in a while. haven't had the concentration to actually write anything for a while a guess =p
have a slight gripe.
subject selection.
always dislike this time of year.
actually, has nothing to do with the time of year, just hate having to do this.
thinking about all that future stuff.
i know what i want to do.
i want to travel.
i want to utilise my dual nationality, i want to get out of my comfort zone, i want to meet new people, experience new things and damn it, i want to do it now.
Yeah yeah. year 12. trust me, i haven't forgotten.
i just. well. im not really academically focused.
at least no where near as much as my peers and friends are.
it's just not how i am currently.
there were two good (interlinking) things about subject choices this year.
the fact that i found a course at UB that suited me down to the ground, and was full time for 5 months or part time for a year. again, really freaking perfect. if i did this course, as ive done two 3/4s this year, i could get away with only doing 4 next year, woo!
which leads me to my next good thing, the fact that i was advised to do both philosophy and theartre studies, two classes id originally thought i could only choose one of, and drop business management, a class i don't think will do anything for me that i wouldn't cover in the UB course i want to do.
obviously two days of happy thoughts on this was just too much, as apparently the course i want to do itsn't being offered part time next year.
if you're not going to offer it part time, don't tell me you do.
now im left in a bit of a muddle. as this course isn't being offered, i either have to find something to replace it. or stick to just doing 4 subjects next year.
i dont think the latter is yet an option in the eyes of the parentals. and im not sure i can blame them as it wasn't really an option to me until two days ago.
and until three days ago id planned to be out of the country by the summer of '11.
now. well. if things flow the way they look to be flowing currently (knowing me, the flow will be disrupted soon; i can but hope otherwise. unless its a better offer/plan of course) ill be in b-town until the summer of '12, and down 4 grand. plus two years worth of living expenses.
anyway. itll sort itself out. it may need some prompting, but itll get there =p
on a completely different (and much more awesome) note.
here's some pretty pictures that tell a fairy tale.
well. not a fairy tale. but they is DEFINITELY pretty pictures =p
http://community.livejournal.com/suit_love/2352.html
he is the sex.
as is that hat =p
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Health - Serious Post
Please note: The following story is true and quite confronting. Be warned.
I watched a video in health today about a child abuse case in London.
A man and a woman had a little boy called Peter Connelly.
This woman and this man split up.
This woman was given full custody of Peter.
This woman got a boyfriend.
This man believed Peter to be a toy for him to play with.
This man threw Peter onto the ground from six feet in the air.
This man trained his rottweilers to attack Peter by biting the little boys head himself.
Instead of giving Peter a hug and a kiss goodnight he was picked up off the floor and thrown into his cot.
This man threw Peter around the room like a rag doll.
This man snapped Peter's spine in two.
The sound of the snap was heard around the house and Peter screamed in pain.
This woman did nothing about any of this.
Her first husband tried to steal Peter away from her.
This woman called the police on him.
After being left alone in his cot covered in urine and faeces for three days, Peter began to cry.
This woman's new boyfriend said "I'll sort him" - grabbed Peter, took him into the bathroom and slammed the door.
After a few seconds Peter went silent.
This man had punched Peter in the face.
Ten minutes later this woman called the ambulance.
Peter was already dead.
The autopsy showed that this man punched Peter so hard in the face he had swallowed his own back teeth.
There was blood on Peter's spine 48 hours old.
This man got 8 months in prison.
This makes me want to throw up. Throw up on this man and tear out his heart...if he even knows what that is.
I watched a video in health today about a child abuse case in London.
A man and a woman had a little boy called Peter Connelly.
This woman and this man split up.
This woman was given full custody of Peter.
This woman got a boyfriend.
This man believed Peter to be a toy for him to play with.
This man threw Peter onto the ground from six feet in the air.
This man trained his rottweilers to attack Peter by biting the little boys head himself.
Instead of giving Peter a hug and a kiss goodnight he was picked up off the floor and thrown into his cot.
This man threw Peter around the room like a rag doll.
This man snapped Peter's spine in two.
The sound of the snap was heard around the house and Peter screamed in pain.
This woman did nothing about any of this.
Her first husband tried to steal Peter away from her.
This woman called the police on him.
After being left alone in his cot covered in urine and faeces for three days, Peter began to cry.
This woman's new boyfriend said "I'll sort him" - grabbed Peter, took him into the bathroom and slammed the door.
After a few seconds Peter went silent.
This man had punched Peter in the face.
Ten minutes later this woman called the ambulance.
Peter was already dead.
The autopsy showed that this man punched Peter so hard in the face he had swallowed his own back teeth.
There was blood on Peter's spine 48 hours old.
This man got 8 months in prison.
This makes me want to throw up. Throw up on this man and tear out his heart...if he even knows what that is.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A few of you may recall
that a few months ago, for two or three posts, i took to writing lists.
it made it easier to organise my thoughts and get what i wanted to say out there without having to explain too much, or waffling on and boring everyone.
i choose to use this format again, albeit with this slight discussion.
i cant really identify how I'm feeling now, so no promises on the lists positives and negatives evening out.
. oh wow.
forget that for a moment.
can i just say, you know those moments when you have a passing whim to look something up on the good ole world wide web, and you get a 'im so glad i did that' moment?
am having one.
and i wish to share it.
you, my friends, you have not lived until you have revelled in the wonderous horros that is a torchwood hannah montana cross over fic.
yes, yes you have read that correctly.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5172063/1/Queen_of_the_Weevils
trust me. i know how it sounds.
but its short, and you have got to read it.
even if you hate hannah montana.
particularly if you hate hannah montana.
then i promise you that chapter three will be your favorite thing of all time.
dont freak out at the idea of three chapters, its less than a thousand words all up.
its not finished yet, which is rather sad. but still definatly worth a read.
another not finished fic that is still totally awesome?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5209242/1/Whats_Wrong_With_Pink
its another crossover.
a torchwood crossover.
a torchwood my little freaking pony crossover.
without the freaking.
this stuff is gold.
and this one?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5225305/1/A_Diiferent_Kind_of_Power
well.
if you can get over the fact that the writing isnt that good (just read it really quickly, it makes it less painful) the idea at its center is.
i dunno.
awesomely fantasticly hilarious and i want one of you to have a go at writing this kind of crossover.
a torchwood (yeah, i know you're all shocked at that one) power rangers crossover
yeah.
IT USES ZORDS!!!
man i miss power rangers.
and ZORDS!!!
should probably mention that it is very near midnight and thats probably why the bad writing isnt irritating me anywhere near as much as it should be.
fanfiction is love.
it made it easier to organise my thoughts and get what i wanted to say out there without having to explain too much, or waffling on and boring everyone.
i choose to use this format again, albeit with this slight discussion.
i cant really identify how I'm feeling now, so no promises on the lists positives and negatives evening out.
. oh wow.
forget that for a moment.
can i just say, you know those moments when you have a passing whim to look something up on the good ole world wide web, and you get a 'im so glad i did that' moment?
am having one.
and i wish to share it.
you, my friends, you have not lived until you have revelled in the wonderous horros that is a torchwood hannah montana cross over fic.
yes, yes you have read that correctly.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5172063/1/Queen_of_the_Weevils
trust me. i know how it sounds.
but its short, and you have got to read it.
even if you hate hannah montana.
particularly if you hate hannah montana.
then i promise you that chapter three will be your favorite thing of all time.
dont freak out at the idea of three chapters, its less than a thousand words all up.
its not finished yet, which is rather sad. but still definatly worth a read.
another not finished fic that is still totally awesome?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5209242/1/Whats_Wrong_With_Pink
its another crossover.
a torchwood crossover.
a torchwood my little freaking pony crossover.
without the freaking.
this stuff is gold.
and this one?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5225305/1/A_Diiferent_Kind_of_Power
well.
if you can get over the fact that the writing isnt that good (just read it really quickly, it makes it less painful) the idea at its center is.
i dunno.
awesomely fantasticly hilarious and i want one of you to have a go at writing this kind of crossover.
a torchwood (yeah, i know you're all shocked at that one) power rangers crossover
yeah.
IT USES ZORDS!!!
man i miss power rangers.
and ZORDS!!!
should probably mention that it is very near midnight and thats probably why the bad writing isnt irritating me anywhere near as much as it should be.
fanfiction is love.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Acronyms.
I was doing English Language homework, and we're doing Acronyms and Abbreviations. Quite simple really. And you know what i discovered....
oh the suspense!
That BLOG stands for Big Load Of Gossip. I really didnt know that. Did anyone else?
oh the suspense!
That BLOG stands for Big Load Of Gossip. I really didnt know that. Did anyone else?
Friday, August 21, 2009
Hazy Shade of Winter
Hullo there lovely friends!
Thanks to darling Emmie for inviting me all those days back, and I'm so sorry I only read my emails a few days ago. Eek, I'm so slack. But look at these pretty colours♥♥♥
I don't really have anything worthwhile to write, so maybe this will be a rant about discrimination. Of any kind, it's stupid, and I don't see why everyone can't just love everyone however they are, unless it's discrimination against somebody who punched you in the face. That I understand. Anyhoo, has anyone else noticed that the media always overlooks a kind of discrimination that is ever-present for us, discrimination against teenagers? It's such a pain. People often take one look and decide that we are not worth their time. Without being rude, offensive, anything of the kind, we get judged for something so out of our control. Sorry for not being old? It annoys me. You will be met by open-mouthed staring if you ever stand up to give a seat to an older/frail person on public transport, and asked if you are getting off. They just cannot believe that there would be a reason for a "youth" (such a bad, nearly derogatory word in most of its uses) to do such a thing.
Hmm what a nasty, cynical view of the world there. Is a blog allowed to be serious? I think I'll use more colours next time ;D
♥~♥~♥ Oh well, heart you all! ♥~♥~♥
Thanks to darling Emmie for inviting me all those days back, and I'm so sorry I only read my emails a few days ago. Eek, I'm so slack. But look at these pretty colours♥♥♥
I don't really have anything worthwhile to write, so maybe this will be a rant about discrimination. Of any kind, it's stupid, and I don't see why everyone can't just love everyone however they are, unless it's discrimination against somebody who punched you in the face. That I understand. Anyhoo, has anyone else noticed that the media always overlooks a kind of discrimination that is ever-present for us, discrimination against teenagers? It's such a pain. People often take one look and decide that we are not worth their time. Without being rude, offensive, anything of the kind, we get judged for something so out of our control. Sorry for not being old? It annoys me. You will be met by open-mouthed staring if you ever stand up to give a seat to an older/frail person on public transport, and asked if you are getting off. They just cannot believe that there would be a reason for a "youth" (such a bad, nearly derogatory word in most of its uses) to do such a thing.
Hmm what a nasty, cynical view of the world there. Is a blog allowed to be serious? I think I'll use more colours next time ;D
♥~♥~♥ Oh well, heart you all! ♥~♥~♥
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Bonjour!
Ok!
(Best way to start a post. Ever.)
Well, I was just visiting this friendly blog and saw my photo (suitably unflattering but a lot better than many others that could have been chosen) and thought, well, must be time to make a post. And use the word 'well' yet again, perhaps.
But then my computer went stupid.
And now we get to here!
So OK! I suppose this is the point where I realise that I have little to nothing of merit to say, similar to the entry in Things White People Like.. Posting about feelings would mean that people would know what I was feeling. And I don't think I'm quite prepared for free access to my feelings yet. But a little while ago I went through this phase where I would write down 5 good things that happened that day, in order to drive home the message that good things DO happen. (Problem was, when I wasn't feeling so good I just wouldn't do it. But I'm ignoring that for the moment.)
So here's my list.
(I do like lists. I never read that book 'The Listmaker' but I.. don't know where that sentence is going..)
1. Slept in until 7:40. Now, this might not sound that late, but it's a good time for me!
2. Had this yum Vietnamese noodle goo for lunch.
3. Decided some stuff for House Dinner.
4. Didn't have French.
5. Ate Kiri
Wut for self importance!
(Best way to start a post. Ever.)
Well, I was just visiting this friendly blog and saw my photo (suitably unflattering but a lot better than many others that could have been chosen) and thought, well, must be time to make a post. And use the word 'well' yet again, perhaps.
But then my computer went stupid.
And now we get to here!
So OK! I suppose this is the point where I realise that I have little to nothing of merit to say, similar to the entry in Things White People Like.. Posting about feelings would mean that people would know what I was feeling. And I don't think I'm quite prepared for free access to my feelings yet. But a little while ago I went through this phase where I would write down 5 good things that happened that day, in order to drive home the message that good things DO happen. (Problem was, when I wasn't feeling so good I just wouldn't do it. But I'm ignoring that for the moment.)
So here's my list.
(I do like lists. I never read that book 'The Listmaker' but I.. don't know where that sentence is going..)
1. Slept in until 7:40. Now, this might not sound that late, but it's a good time for me!
2. Had this yum Vietnamese noodle goo for lunch.
3. Decided some stuff for House Dinner.
4. Didn't have French.
5. Ate Kiri
Wut for self importance!
Monday, August 17, 2009
BTRTWA
Ok, so just in case you are aware of my other blog you will also be aware that I haven't published any new blogs since the 5th of June. I have just renewed my interest in it. I have added some of the blog entries from here to 'A Way To Relieve The Boredom'. I will also be finally putting some more entries that aren't already on this one.
New and exciting blog entries! New and exciting never before seen blog entries.
Go check them out in a couple of hours (it's 8pm on the 17th of august)
New and exciting blog entries! New and exciting never before seen blog entries.
Go check them out in a couple of hours (it's 8pm on the 17th of august)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me.
in my dreams.
so heres the dealio.
kates at her friends place for the night.
mum and dad are in melbourne for the night.
its a work mates birthday tomorrow, and they are going to his birthday dinner tonight.
where am i for the night?
here.
at my house.
with my music.
and my cups of tea.
and the glorious weather that was up until a few moments ago, horizontal rain. and now? well, its stopped raining and the setting sun is shining directly onto all the wet leaves of the trees outside my house making them sparkle like, well, like raindrops in the sun!
and you know what?
i freaking love it.
coz you know what? (you should know if you know me or have read my other posts)
because its pure and total fucking bliss.
i can dance as ret-ardedly as i like.
i can sing as loudly and as out of freaking tune as i want.
so what have i dont since mum and dad left?
well. i turned the music up almost straight away.
i danced about a little. not as wildly as just then as i was still getting used to the freedom.
i found a stop watch.
i experimented with some makeup.
i went out with my sister and her friend and spoke to jacky and sarah and kate h and ally and amelia and vicky and logan and (dylan and lawrence for like two seconds and) josh who told me to go check out the way he'd mic-ed the piano up and so i did.
i ate some of my sisters cheezles.
my sisters friends very nice parents dropped me back home (they live two courts down from us anyway, but you know)
where i preceded to ride out my high by putting my ipod back on and started singing and dancing like a fucking tool for half an hour.
i made a cup of tea.
and am currently drinking it with a straw.
why? i over filled it and couldn't lift it up without spilling it. also, shits and giggles.
i slightly trashed my left heel as i was wearing not completely broken in shoes whilst dancing like a fool.
i continued to sing along horribly to my beautiful music that is still playing.
i also began downloading the shrek the musical soundtrack due to the fact that the kiddies who sung it at the Broadway afternoon sung it very well (and one of them had a good rack) and i wanted to own it a little bit.
and sing it.
and so i did.
and life is good.
and whilst i may not be able to sit still at the moment, im enjoying my lazy sunday very much.
and now?
well, as i have paused the music on the stero to listen to the music on my lap top and i keep reading things about the torchwood team being inthe himallayas and i have no idea how this hapened, i plan to watch the last two or three episodes of season three of doctor who.
the tenth doctor, cap'n jack, and martha jones.
now there's an orgy waiting to happen.
much like torchwood itself really.
E out. (even though you mock that jenna, i shall use it. why? well. it says byeeeee without having to say byeeeee and my current jump tastic state is quite fond of this sign off, so i shall continue to use it until i get sick of it/forget)
966 words.
in my dreams.
so heres the dealio.
kates at her friends place for the night.
mum and dad are in melbourne for the night.
its a work mates birthday tomorrow, and they are going to his birthday dinner tonight.
where am i for the night?
here.
at my house.
with my music.
and my cups of tea.
and the glorious weather that was up until a few moments ago, horizontal rain. and now? well, its stopped raining and the setting sun is shining directly onto all the wet leaves of the trees outside my house making them sparkle like, well, like raindrops in the sun!
and you know what?
i freaking love it.
coz you know what? (you should know if you know me or have read my other posts)
because its pure and total fucking bliss.
i can dance as ret-ardedly as i like.
i can sing as loudly and as out of freaking tune as i want.
so what have i dont since mum and dad left?
well. i turned the music up almost straight away.
i danced about a little. not as wildly as just then as i was still getting used to the freedom.
i found a stop watch.
i experimented with some makeup.
i went out with my sister and her friend and spoke to jacky and sarah and kate h and ally and amelia and vicky and logan and (dylan and lawrence for like two seconds and) josh who told me to go check out the way he'd mic-ed the piano up and so i did.
i ate some of my sisters cheezles.
my sisters friends very nice parents dropped me back home (they live two courts down from us anyway, but you know)
where i preceded to ride out my high by putting my ipod back on and started singing and dancing like a fucking tool for half an hour.
i made a cup of tea.
and am currently drinking it with a straw.
why? i over filled it and couldn't lift it up without spilling it. also, shits and giggles.
i slightly trashed my left heel as i was wearing not completely broken in shoes whilst dancing like a fool.
i continued to sing along horribly to my beautiful music that is still playing.
i also began downloading the shrek the musical soundtrack due to the fact that the kiddies who sung it at the Broadway afternoon sung it very well (and one of them had a good rack) and i wanted to own it a little bit.
and sing it.
and so i did.
and life is good.
and whilst i may not be able to sit still at the moment, im enjoying my lazy sunday very much.
and now?
well, as i have paused the music on the stero to listen to the music on my lap top and i keep reading things about the torchwood team being inthe himallayas and i have no idea how this hapened, i plan to watch the last two or three episodes of season three of doctor who.
the tenth doctor, cap'n jack, and martha jones.
now there's an orgy waiting to happen.
much like torchwood itself really.
E out. (even though you mock that jenna, i shall use it. why? well. it says byeeeee without having to say byeeeee and my current jump tastic state is quite fond of this sign off, so i shall continue to use it until i get sick of it/forget)
966 words.
Friday, August 14, 2009
NP. NP. NP.
New Post. New Picture. Nerd Patrol.
So, I know it's been a while since I really had much of a blog. Well, at least not one as powerful as our young Emma's. So, I'm sorry everyone. I just tend to find that I'm not as interesting as some people. That is, I'm not interesting at all.
So yes, I'm sorry.
Want to know the most exciting thing to happen to me lately? I gave my number to a bloke. Yup, a real life bloke.
Unfortunately this was just an I'll-text-you-if-I'm-bored' bloke, the whole 'just friends' deal again (if you're a huge Jenna blog fan then you will have read a previous blog relating to being 'just friends).
I have to apologise once more and warn you that this is a 'sick of my loneliness' post.
I realise that in Emma's last post 'My room is a mess' she mentioned something along the lines of not needing someone else in one's like to validate it, however I have to take a slight issue with that statement: in my opinion, the meaning of life is love. We are born to experience love - love from our friends, our family and, hopefully, our partners. At this age and stage in life I have experienced two of these three loves. It does seem a little greedy to be complaining about the lack of the love in a partnership, unfortunately I'm a teenage girl and this is how I was made.
Only recently was I reassured that I wasn't 'doomed to die alone'.
I know.
Of course I won't be alone.
I have never truly been alone.
I have only ever felt truly alone.
And at the moment I don't feel alone. I don't expect I will feel alone while I still have the loving friends and family I have right now. What I feel is undesired.
And now I feel vulnerable.
I have never had a real relationship, this is, indeed, quite reasonable as I'm only 16 years old. However, if I had the choice I would choose to be in a relationship right now.
And I don’t just mean any old relationship with any old bloke. I mean this one specific bloke. Regrettably, not the bloke who I shared numbers with.
A bloke who I spend barely any time with. A bloke who fits my ‘list’ (if you’re a girl, you’ll know the list I’m talking about) perfectly. A bloke who, while is so available, is so inaccessible.
My mind doesn’t work when I’m around him. It’s hard to notice, I think I cover my discomfort quite well, but it’s most certainly there. My mind goes about a million miles an hour and if I end up thinking of anything at all witty to say it comes out muddled and illogical. It seems that, if we ever get around someone where there is the potential for an actually good relationship, our brains begin to work against us. Last year, when I was quite close with this particular gentleman I found the exchange of dialogue fairly simple, mainly because I spent the majority of the time laughing, but also because I hadn’t yet noticed how perfect he was.
When I say perfect I don’t mean faultless, I mean perfect for me.
Perfect for me...
???
How do I know what ‘perfect for me’ is?
I don’t.
Oh goodness gracious me, whatever shall I do to prepare myself for my next encounter with him.
Thoughts, feelings, suggestions? No. I don’t have any either.
Why is this so difficult?
Sorry for the lame blog post. Perhaps I’ll find another hiiilarious video to show you all.
Au revoir mes amis!
Also, 613 words. Why am I telling you this? Because it's what all the cool kids are doing these days.
So, I know it's been a while since I really had much of a blog. Well, at least not one as powerful as our young Emma's. So, I'm sorry everyone. I just tend to find that I'm not as interesting as some people. That is, I'm not interesting at all.
So yes, I'm sorry.
Want to know the most exciting thing to happen to me lately? I gave my number to a bloke. Yup, a real life bloke.
Unfortunately this was just an I'll-text-you-if-I'm-bored' bloke, the whole 'just friends' deal again (if you're a huge Jenna blog fan then you will have read a previous blog relating to being 'just friends).
I have to apologise once more and warn you that this is a 'sick of my loneliness' post.
I realise that in Emma's last post 'My room is a mess' she mentioned something along the lines of not needing someone else in one's like to validate it, however I have to take a slight issue with that statement: in my opinion, the meaning of life is love. We are born to experience love - love from our friends, our family and, hopefully, our partners. At this age and stage in life I have experienced two of these three loves. It does seem a little greedy to be complaining about the lack of the love in a partnership, unfortunately I'm a teenage girl and this is how I was made.
Only recently was I reassured that I wasn't 'doomed to die alone'.
I know.
Of course I won't be alone.
I have never truly been alone.
I have only ever felt truly alone.
And at the moment I don't feel alone. I don't expect I will feel alone while I still have the loving friends and family I have right now. What I feel is undesired.
And now I feel vulnerable.
I have never had a real relationship, this is, indeed, quite reasonable as I'm only 16 years old. However, if I had the choice I would choose to be in a relationship right now.
And I don’t just mean any old relationship with any old bloke. I mean this one specific bloke. Regrettably, not the bloke who I shared numbers with.
A bloke who I spend barely any time with. A bloke who fits my ‘list’ (if you’re a girl, you’ll know the list I’m talking about) perfectly. A bloke who, while is so available, is so inaccessible.
My mind doesn’t work when I’m around him. It’s hard to notice, I think I cover my discomfort quite well, but it’s most certainly there. My mind goes about a million miles an hour and if I end up thinking of anything at all witty to say it comes out muddled and illogical. It seems that, if we ever get around someone where there is the potential for an actually good relationship, our brains begin to work against us. Last year, when I was quite close with this particular gentleman I found the exchange of dialogue fairly simple, mainly because I spent the majority of the time laughing, but also because I hadn’t yet noticed how perfect he was.
When I say perfect I don’t mean faultless, I mean perfect for me.
Perfect for me...
???
How do I know what ‘perfect for me’ is?
I don’t.
Oh goodness gracious me, whatever shall I do to prepare myself for my next encounter with him.
Thoughts, feelings, suggestions? No. I don’t have any either.
Why is this so difficult?
Sorry for the lame blog post. Perhaps I’ll find another hiiilarious video to show you all.
Au revoir mes amis!
Also, 613 words. Why am I telling you this? Because it's what all the cool kids are doing these days.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
My Room Is A Mess
I know this.
i can see this.
i wish it wasn't like this.
and yet i wont do anything about it.
i have a sac on Thursday.
i don't understand the content we are writing on for it.
i should re-read the book in order to try and decipher something, anything, that could possibly cause me to pass this particular sac.
but i wont do anything.
i will whine and complain about people/situations/things i don't like.
and yet i wont do anything.
inherent laziness?
possibly.
you know whats fun?
dancing.
not necessarily at an event. with DJs and flashing lights and exciting things like that.
but at home.
the best dance time and place ever?
just after dark, when i still haven't closed the curtains, or turned that many lights on, just the small lights, so the light is only a soft glow and not a 60 watt glare. and the rest of my family are out, and i know they will be for multiple hours. in the kitchen, with my ipod plugged into the stereo. maybe making a cup of tea, maybe just getting a glass of water. but getting distracted and just... i cant really say dancing, and that infers some sort of rhythm, but you know what i mean. and singing. to anything that comes on.
and i don't mean that pansy, ill-sing-but-i-wont-do-it-too-loudly-in-case-someone-overhears-and-therefore-wont-hit-all-the-notes-or-enjoy-it-anywhere-near-as-much singing that we do sometimes. i mean that singing where you don't care if you don't know all the words, you don't care if you don't know the tune. you'll make that shit up. and you will do it with so much conviction that anyone who happens to overhear will think that they are the ones who have been getting it wrong.
and the feeling that comes from this moment in time.
the feeling of pure contentment.
that nothing is missing from you life.
that you don't need someone else to validate your existence.
that no snide remark from a supposed friend, or the stupid bitching that goes on behind your back can come anywhere near cracking the shield you have at that moment.
because you are you.
and in this moment, you are completely, unequivocally, absolutely, unconditionally, unmistakeably and emphatically perfect.
that strange feeling that seems to radiate from the center of you chest, like something is constricting your heart. just for a second.
now would probably be a good time to mention that i don't generally read back over these posts as I'm writing them. a combination of not being bothered, and knowing if i read over them ill probably mangle whatever i was trying to say so badly because I'm concerned about reactions, that whatever it is that i was trying to get across is lost.
so i type it and i post it. for the world to read =p
speaking of people bitching behind backs (great song about that - i like you better when you're not around) i, well, i don't need to vent, or complain. just wish to state facts on the subject.
it happens.
and as teenagers, its gonna happen. and as adults its going to happen. and I'm not going to lie and say i don't do it, because i do. sometimes because i need to discuss it, not that i want to hurt anyone, but because if i don't get these thoughts out of my head and heard by someone i trust, they will explode at a time that i can pretty much guarantee wont be appropriate. sometimes because a persons irritating the hell out of me and all i need is two seconds to say 'they re pissing me off' sometimes because I'm concerned about someone and want to know if I'm the only one seeing these things or is others are noticing it too.
and sometimes, just sometimes, its because I'm a bitch. and want to take it out on somebody else.
and i know that, as is practically everyone at some point or another, people talk about me.
and for the most part I'm fine with that. i would much prefer if you had a serious problem with me, that you find a way to bring it up with me. because if its something I'm unaware I'm doing, then we can talk about that, and if its something i know I'm doing because you've been rubbing me up the wrong way, then we can talk about that too. but either way, it gets it out in the open. and most important to me - it gives me a chance to voice my opinion on the subject and get you to try and see it from my point of view.
i'd like to be able to say that i don'd hold grudges. that im always a forgive and forget kind of person. but that would be a lie.
and i don't really want to pretend to be that kind of person anyway.
occasionally i do hold grudges.
not often. currently i think there's only one. but its come up a few times in the past couple of weeks.
not to the person its against, as i don't often speak to her. although from all reports she seems to be speaking about me lately.
and i suppose its hypocritical of me to say 'tell me if you have a problem' as i haven't done it with this person. but i did alter my behavior after the event, which is my way of saying 'no, no i am not okay with this' if the changed behaviour is noticed by the person, then they most likely know me better then i thought, therefore i would make more effort to explain how i feel. if its not, they cant care that much, and it doesn't seem a huge loss to me.
if you haven't figured out what incident i am talking about, i suppose i shall enlighten you by saying this:
i like to think of myself as relatively open minded, i am willing to hear every ones opinions views, even if they differ from mine greatly, but one thing that i am not okay with?
rigging pass the parcel.
and i don't mean in that mum and dad way that's all 'oh no, that kid hasn't got a prize yet, ill stop it on them'
i mean the kind of rigging that is done by silly teenage girls for no apparent reason, the kind of rigging that they don't even really try to hide, saying 'stop!' at a level that meant that even the people on the other side of the room (ie. me) could hear it.
and then not only rigging it, but instead of embodying what pass the parcel is all about - a kids game that ends with some silly trinket as reward for squeeing over and enjoying, they throw that out the window and instead of putting the sweets that had been specifically purchased for this game in the center of the parcel, they put a box with the words 'ha ha, you thought you'd won something' there instead.
I in no way condone this kind of behavior. If anyone out there thinks this is refering to them, please bring it up with me, i will be glad to discuss it, and any other thoughts i may have, with you.
For now, i've written over 2 pages.
I'm tired.
My eyes are hurting.
my neck is a tad as well actually.
my music is good.
the lighting in my room is fantastic
i still need to clear off my bed before i can use my duvet this evening
i still use the word duvet
even though i get weird looks.
but i haven't snapped at anyone in anger in a while. at least i believe this to be true. because i can't remember if i still get an accent when i get sufficiently pissed off.
an odd quirk, as i don't really travel there all that often, and my mothers slight accent goes un-noticed by all except those from there themselves generally.
and so it makes no sense whatsoever for me to have that ingrained in me.
just went to kitchen to get a drink - some crazy add program was on tv. dont know what the dealio was with it, it just showed me two adds i quite like.
one was that add with the girl and the bike, and the guy trying to steal it, and she spins the tale of how 'that cut on the bike seat is the last memory of her father' the guy doesn't steal the bike, we then discover its an add for an acting school.
the other, is for tampons.
i like it muchly. its the one with the guys working at the construction site, and the one operating the jackhammer says he doesn't think he can do it for much longer, the boss guy is all like 'oh really? and why is that?'
Jackhammer guy: cramps. ive got my period.
everyguy on site: oh no, here, sit, do u need a cup of tea? a wheat bag for you stomach?
boss guy: i find that really helps, just across *geastures to abdomen* soothes it loads.
j.h: ill be fine *starts work again*
b.g: let us know if it gets too much, well put someone else on
fade to black. the words "if only"
remember that mood i was talking about earlier?
well i forgot to mention that its pretty fragile and can shatter quite quickly.
like when you receive a reply to an email that, to be honest, you were waiting for and slightly anxious about.
and when that reply is nothing if not (at least on the first read through) ducking inFURIATING.
of course, this is a time when I'm going to be hypocritical, because i instantly typed up a reply to this email, commenting on the things said. but i didn't sent it to this person. and i probably wont. because aside from the language which albeit is only bad in a couple of places, i would want to think things through more then just typing during blind rage.
believe it or not, I'm actually more sensible than that.
surprising i know.
the likehood of this person reading this is practically zilch. as this blog isnt something this person seems to care about.
but what would i know.
being so "bad at interpretation"
3 and a half pages. 1741 words.
E out.
i can see this.
i wish it wasn't like this.
and yet i wont do anything about it.
i have a sac on Thursday.
i don't understand the content we are writing on for it.
i should re-read the book in order to try and decipher something, anything, that could possibly cause me to pass this particular sac.
but i wont do anything.
i will whine and complain about people/situations/things i don't like.
and yet i wont do anything.
inherent laziness?
possibly.
you know whats fun?
dancing.
not necessarily at an event. with DJs and flashing lights and exciting things like that.
but at home.
the best dance time and place ever?
just after dark, when i still haven't closed the curtains, or turned that many lights on, just the small lights, so the light is only a soft glow and not a 60 watt glare. and the rest of my family are out, and i know they will be for multiple hours. in the kitchen, with my ipod plugged into the stereo. maybe making a cup of tea, maybe just getting a glass of water. but getting distracted and just... i cant really say dancing, and that infers some sort of rhythm, but you know what i mean. and singing. to anything that comes on.
and i don't mean that pansy, ill-sing-but-i-wont-do-it-too-loudly-in-case-someone-overhears-and-therefore-wont-hit-all-the-notes-or-enjoy-it-anywhere-near-as-much singing that we do sometimes. i mean that singing where you don't care if you don't know all the words, you don't care if you don't know the tune. you'll make that shit up. and you will do it with so much conviction that anyone who happens to overhear will think that they are the ones who have been getting it wrong.
and the feeling that comes from this moment in time.
the feeling of pure contentment.
that nothing is missing from you life.
that you don't need someone else to validate your existence.
that no snide remark from a supposed friend, or the stupid bitching that goes on behind your back can come anywhere near cracking the shield you have at that moment.
because you are you.
and in this moment, you are completely, unequivocally, absolutely, unconditionally, unmistakeably and emphatically perfect.
that strange feeling that seems to radiate from the center of you chest, like something is constricting your heart. just for a second.
now would probably be a good time to mention that i don't generally read back over these posts as I'm writing them. a combination of not being bothered, and knowing if i read over them ill probably mangle whatever i was trying to say so badly because I'm concerned about reactions, that whatever it is that i was trying to get across is lost.
so i type it and i post it. for the world to read =p
speaking of people bitching behind backs (great song about that - i like you better when you're not around) i, well, i don't need to vent, or complain. just wish to state facts on the subject.
it happens.
and as teenagers, its gonna happen. and as adults its going to happen. and I'm not going to lie and say i don't do it, because i do. sometimes because i need to discuss it, not that i want to hurt anyone, but because if i don't get these thoughts out of my head and heard by someone i trust, they will explode at a time that i can pretty much guarantee wont be appropriate. sometimes because a persons irritating the hell out of me and all i need is two seconds to say 'they re pissing me off' sometimes because I'm concerned about someone and want to know if I'm the only one seeing these things or is others are noticing it too.
and sometimes, just sometimes, its because I'm a bitch. and want to take it out on somebody else.
and i know that, as is practically everyone at some point or another, people talk about me.
and for the most part I'm fine with that. i would much prefer if you had a serious problem with me, that you find a way to bring it up with me. because if its something I'm unaware I'm doing, then we can talk about that, and if its something i know I'm doing because you've been rubbing me up the wrong way, then we can talk about that too. but either way, it gets it out in the open. and most important to me - it gives me a chance to voice my opinion on the subject and get you to try and see it from my point of view.
i'd like to be able to say that i don'd hold grudges. that im always a forgive and forget kind of person. but that would be a lie.
and i don't really want to pretend to be that kind of person anyway.
occasionally i do hold grudges.
not often. currently i think there's only one. but its come up a few times in the past couple of weeks.
not to the person its against, as i don't often speak to her. although from all reports she seems to be speaking about me lately.
and i suppose its hypocritical of me to say 'tell me if you have a problem' as i haven't done it with this person. but i did alter my behavior after the event, which is my way of saying 'no, no i am not okay with this' if the changed behaviour is noticed by the person, then they most likely know me better then i thought, therefore i would make more effort to explain how i feel. if its not, they cant care that much, and it doesn't seem a huge loss to me.
if you haven't figured out what incident i am talking about, i suppose i shall enlighten you by saying this:
i like to think of myself as relatively open minded, i am willing to hear every ones opinions views, even if they differ from mine greatly, but one thing that i am not okay with?
rigging pass the parcel.
and i don't mean in that mum and dad way that's all 'oh no, that kid hasn't got a prize yet, ill stop it on them'
i mean the kind of rigging that is done by silly teenage girls for no apparent reason, the kind of rigging that they don't even really try to hide, saying 'stop!' at a level that meant that even the people on the other side of the room (ie. me) could hear it.
and then not only rigging it, but instead of embodying what pass the parcel is all about - a kids game that ends with some silly trinket as reward for squeeing over and enjoying, they throw that out the window and instead of putting the sweets that had been specifically purchased for this game in the center of the parcel, they put a box with the words 'ha ha, you thought you'd won something' there instead.
I in no way condone this kind of behavior. If anyone out there thinks this is refering to them, please bring it up with me, i will be glad to discuss it, and any other thoughts i may have, with you.
For now, i've written over 2 pages.
I'm tired.
My eyes are hurting.
my neck is a tad as well actually.
my music is good.
the lighting in my room is fantastic
i still need to clear off my bed before i can use my duvet this evening
i still use the word duvet
even though i get weird looks.
but i haven't snapped at anyone in anger in a while. at least i believe this to be true. because i can't remember if i still get an accent when i get sufficiently pissed off.
an odd quirk, as i don't really travel there all that often, and my mothers slight accent goes un-noticed by all except those from there themselves generally.
and so it makes no sense whatsoever for me to have that ingrained in me.
just went to kitchen to get a drink - some crazy add program was on tv. dont know what the dealio was with it, it just showed me two adds i quite like.
one was that add with the girl and the bike, and the guy trying to steal it, and she spins the tale of how 'that cut on the bike seat is the last memory of her father' the guy doesn't steal the bike, we then discover its an add for an acting school.
the other, is for tampons.
i like it muchly. its the one with the guys working at the construction site, and the one operating the jackhammer says he doesn't think he can do it for much longer, the boss guy is all like 'oh really? and why is that?'
Jackhammer guy: cramps. ive got my period.
everyguy on site: oh no, here, sit, do u need a cup of tea? a wheat bag for you stomach?
boss guy: i find that really helps, just across *geastures to abdomen* soothes it loads.
j.h: ill be fine *starts work again*
b.g: let us know if it gets too much, well put someone else on
fade to black. the words "if only"
remember that mood i was talking about earlier?
well i forgot to mention that its pretty fragile and can shatter quite quickly.
like when you receive a reply to an email that, to be honest, you were waiting for and slightly anxious about.
and when that reply is nothing if not (at least on the first read through) ducking inFURIATING.
of course, this is a time when I'm going to be hypocritical, because i instantly typed up a reply to this email, commenting on the things said. but i didn't sent it to this person. and i probably wont. because aside from the language which albeit is only bad in a couple of places, i would want to think things through more then just typing during blind rage.
believe it or not, I'm actually more sensible than that.
surprising i know.
the likehood of this person reading this is practically zilch. as this blog isnt something this person seems to care about.
but what would i know.
being so "bad at interpretation"
3 and a half pages. 1741 words.
E out.
Monday, August 10, 2009
This Is Our Blog
We can talk about whatever the hell we want.
school, friends, mental issues, work issues, whos pissing us off, who we love, who we wish we could stab with a pencil, human rights, books, music, the internet, fun stuff, stuff we like, stuff we hate.
Any freaking thing we god damn want to.
This is our universe.
And we are in complete control.
school, friends, mental issues, work issues, whos pissing us off, who we love, who we wish we could stab with a pencil, human rights, books, music, the internet, fun stuff, stuff we like, stuff we hate.
Any freaking thing we god damn want to.
This is our universe.
And we are in complete control.
Well, I never.
I hadn't realised that it was OK to write about our possible mental illnesses.
Well, if that's the case - I'm going to write about what I suspect I have.
It would appear that, with 81.25% of the symptoms, I may have OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). And no, it isn't the same as obsessive compulsive disorder.
I would tell you what it is in my own words but, to be honest, I'm not that invested in this particular blog entry. I'll just used the information provided on the site http://psychcentral.com
OCPD is a pervasive pattern of preoccupation with orderliness, perfectionism, and mental and interpersonal control, at the expense of flexibility, openness, and efficiency, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following: [side note: I have 6 1/2 of these symptoms]
(1) is preoccupied with details, rules, lists, order, organisation, or schedules to the extent that the major point of the activity is lost
(2) shows perfectionism that interferes with task completion (e.g., is unable to complete a project because his or her own overly strict standards are not met)
(3) is excessively devoted to work and productivity to the exclusion of leisure activities and friendships (not accounted for by obvious economic necessity)
(4) is overconscientious, scrupulous, and inflexible about matters of morality, ethics, or values (not accounted for by cultural or religious identification)
(5) is unable to discard worn-out or worthless objects even when they have no sentimental value
(6) is reluctant to delegate tasks or to work with others unless they submit to exactly his or her way of doing things
(7) adopts a miserly spending style toward both self and others; money is viewed as something to be hoarded for future catastrophes
(8) shows rigidity and stubbornness
Basically, I have symptoms 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, and roughly half of 6.
'How can you have half a symptom?' you may ask. Well, Let's just say I often quite enjoy working with others, however I have often found myself trying to do certain things for people in a non work environment.
Anyway, just thought I'd share information on an illness I may have.
See you later, foetus faces.
Well, if that's the case - I'm going to write about what I suspect I have.
It would appear that, with 81.25% of the symptoms, I may have OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). And no, it isn't the same as obsessive compulsive disorder.
I would tell you what it is in my own words but, to be honest, I'm not that invested in this particular blog entry. I'll just used the information provided on the site http://psychcentral.com
OCPD is a pervasive pattern of preoccupation with orderliness, perfectionism, and mental and interpersonal control, at the expense of flexibility, openness, and efficiency, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following: [side note: I have 6 1/2 of these symptoms]
(1) is preoccupied with details, rules, lists, order, organisation, or schedules to the extent that the major point of the activity is lost
(2) shows perfectionism that interferes with task completion (e.g., is unable to complete a project because his or her own overly strict standards are not met)
(3) is excessively devoted to work and productivity to the exclusion of leisure activities and friendships (not accounted for by obvious economic necessity)
(4) is overconscientious, scrupulous, and inflexible about matters of morality, ethics, or values (not accounted for by cultural or religious identification)
(5) is unable to discard worn-out or worthless objects even when they have no sentimental value
(6) is reluctant to delegate tasks or to work with others unless they submit to exactly his or her way of doing things
(7) adopts a miserly spending style toward both self and others; money is viewed as something to be hoarded for future catastrophes
(8) shows rigidity and stubbornness
Basically, I have symptoms 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, and roughly half of 6.
'How can you have half a symptom?' you may ask. Well, Let's just say I often quite enjoy working with others, however I have often found myself trying to do certain things for people in a non work environment.
Anyway, just thought I'd share information on an illness I may have.
See you later, foetus faces.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
ADHD
or attention deficit hyperactivity disorder.
bit of a mouth full, isnt it?
if you've read my facebook, or one of my more recent posts, you'll know where this is coming from.
if you haven't, it doesn't really matter.
all you need to know is that sometimes i act a bit hypochondriac-y.
i went back to the site that i took the original ADHD test on, and re did it, thinking i may have just been in a bit of a hyper mood, so it messed with my results.
my previous score or 75 was dwarfed by my sore of 81.
did another test, on another site.
81.
thats a pretty awesome score.
if i got that on a SAC id not be too shattered.
wanna hear some of the symptoms?
if not, stop reading.
you can leave a comment saying how many you think apply to me, and ill tell you how many i think i have if i deem enough of you have commented.
bit of a mouth full, isnt it?
if you've read my facebook, or one of my more recent posts, you'll know where this is coming from.
if you haven't, it doesn't really matter.
all you need to know is that sometimes i act a bit hypochondriac-y.
i went back to the site that i took the original ADHD test on, and re did it, thinking i may have just been in a bit of a hyper mood, so it messed with my results.
my previous score or 75 was dwarfed by my sore of 81.
did another test, on another site.
81.
thats a pretty awesome score.
if i got that on a SAC id not be too shattered.
wanna hear some of the symptoms?
if not, stop reading.
you can leave a comment saying how many you think apply to me, and ill tell you how many i think i have if i deem enough of you have commented.
- Be easily distracted, miss details, forget things, and frequently switch from one activity to another
- Have difficulty focusing on one thing
- Become bored with a task after only a few minutes, unless they are doing something enjoyable
- Have difficulty focusing attention on organizing and completing a task or learning something new
- Have trouble completing or turning in homework assignments, often losing things (e.g., pencils, toys, assignments) needed to complete tasks or activities
- Not seem to listen when spoken to
- Daydream, become easily confused, and move slowly
- Have difficulty processing information as quickly and accurately as others
- Struggle to follow instructions
- Fidget and squirm in their seats
- Talk nonstop
- Dash around, touching or playing with anything and everything in sight
- Have trouble sitting still during dinner, school, and story time
- Be constantly in motion
- Have difficulty doing quiet tasks or activities.
- Be very impatient
- Blurt out inappropriate comments, show their emotions without restraint, and act without regard for consequences
- Have difficulty waiting for things they want or waiting their turns in games
hmm.
less than 24 hours until my date with jenna.
then we shall see.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Nobody panic!!
I found the sheet!!
unfortunately that means i now have to do it...
oh well.
ill live =)
also, quick note, downloaded kate miller-heidkes latest album, curiouser.
yes, i know im behind the curve in this, but being part of the crowd has never been anything i aspired to.
very much liking caught in the crowd.
i can sing along and dance to it at the same time.
i like dancing like im having a seizure.
best fun ever =)
i had another thing to add.
but i forget now.
oh well.
EDIT: I REMEMBER NOW!!!
when i went out to the kitchen to get a drink. my sis was watching tv.
guess what she was watching!
i guarantee you wont, by the way
so i will tell you
Richie Rich!
I FREAKING LOVE THAT MOVIE!!!!
thats what i wanted to let you all know =D
hearts and kisses to the world!!!!
unfortunately that means i now have to do it...
oh well.
ill live =)
also, quick note, downloaded kate miller-heidkes latest album, curiouser.
yes, i know im behind the curve in this, but being part of the crowd has never been anything i aspired to.
very much liking caught in the crowd.
i can sing along and dance to it at the same time.
i like dancing like im having a seizure.
best fun ever =)
i had another thing to add.
but i forget now.
oh well.
EDIT: I REMEMBER NOW!!!
when i went out to the kitchen to get a drink. my sis was watching tv.
guess what she was watching!
i guarantee you wont, by the way
so i will tell you
Richie Rich!
I FREAKING LOVE THAT MOVIE!!!!
thats what i wanted to let you all know =D
hearts and kisses to the world!!!!
Dude,
that post bellow is colossal.
i mean, i know i was word counting it and shit, but i didn't realise it would look so big
and be filled with so little =p
oh, and why the fuck can't i find that hospitality sheet?
the one time i had actual good intentions that i was going to carry through with!
i have google windows open and everything!!
bastard that is karma.
i mean, i know i was word counting it and shit, but i didn't realise it would look so big
and be filled with so little =p
oh, and why the fuck can't i find that hospitality sheet?
the one time i had actual good intentions that i was going to carry through with!
i have google windows open and everything!!
bastard that is karma.
RSA, Melbourne and Coming out
for those of you who weren't aware, i took my RSA (responsible service of alcohol) course/test the other weekend.
for those of you who did know, i will add that i passed.
rather well.
well, quite frankly, i kicked the test in its proverbial nuts.
100%
if only all my tests were about booze...
went to Melbourne today
found life size cut outs of various poses of the tenth doctor, a dalek and a tardis.
if only i had infinite amounts of money and a replica of the inside of the tardis to attach them all too...
got a couple of new shirts, a book, a kinder surprise, a present for fathers day, uk smarties (blue is back!) and a magazine (SFX)
also, came out to my sister and mother (thought mum knew to be honest, threw it in conversation the other day to see how her and dad would react, they didn't. apparently they thought i was kidding/saying it to rile up my friends mum who think im a bad influence, woo!!! =p )
not sure how my sisters going to be about it, she just asked 'so you'd date a girl?' a couple of times, followed be a couple of 'really?'s and a 'gross' thrown in at the end.
shell get used to it.
mum, well, im not sure.
i dont think she was that phased. i mean, i think it took her by surprise a bit, but they're used to the way i am, and its not like thats going to change just coz they now know a bit more information.
i think they may have been slightly put out that my friends dad knew before them.
i just said 'it doesn't really come up in conversation that much'
and to be honest, i think if id done the whole, mum, dad, ive got something to tell you, i would have ended up in tears.
not because i was upset or anything, just becuase any extreme emotion of mine seems hardwired to my tear ducts, which (to some peoples disbelief) do exist.
as it was, i was glad i was wearing sunglasses.
it was a beautiful sunny day in Melbourne today, and lucky for me the glasses hid the fact that my eyes were tearing a bit.
dont really know why, just was freaking out a bit that they'd freak out i think.
i assured them i was still single, and then my sister changed the subject, and was very unwilling to go back to it when i bought up mardi gras again (which is what had started the conversation in the first place)
later, after we watched harry potter at imax, and when kate was walking on the opposite side of the road to mum and i (practising for Melbourne experience) mum brought it up again. didn't say much, but she assured me she was okay with it. oh, look at that, tearing up again. anyhoo,
she also asked (this was before the movie. i think it was her, it may have been Kate. but pretty sure it was mum) how long id known. i just said 'i dunno'
i mean, i don't.
its not like i just woke up one day and went, woo, gonna go for boys and girls from now on!
but, the first time i remember thinking about it was...
year 9.
thats when i knew.
i remember because of the question box in maccas room.
i tossed up the idea of putting a question in the box a fair few times.
you know, something along the lines of 'i think im bisexual, how the hell do i tell my friends without them freaking out and thinking ill want to jump their bones?'
lucky for me, i haven't had to deal with that yet.
but year 9 was when i made my mind up inside.
then i just filled that thought away for me to look at later i guess.
i mean, i believe it was around year 9 that i started just hitting on girls.
just me friends, and not coz i was sexually attracted to any of you (no offence, you're all fabulously amazing people, but by year 9 we were all way into the 'just friends' zone =p )
just coz it was part of who i was.
does any one remember the first person i told?
actually, i dont think i want to remember. im sure id alienate one person or another if that knowledge was made to people, including myself.
but i think, ive always been pretty open about the option of girls as well as boys.
at least, i dont ever remember deny i was bi.
ive denied being gay, because im not, trust me, guys can still get me hot (i mean really, jack and ianto anyone??) but i dont think ive ever denied bisexuality.
this was meant to just be a quick post displaying my awesomeness at RSA and saying i enjoyed my day and my mum and sister know things about me. turned into a bit of a rant didnt it?
its over 800 words.
thats was my lit essay was supposed to be. it wasn't
i got distracted.
by conversation.
about sexuality and religion.
two things i seem to talk about a bit.
well, sexuality i do at least =p
oh, that reminds me, another thing mum mentioned after i, i suppose 'officially' or at least knowledgeably, coming out to her, was that she had mentioned me wanting to go to mardi gras next year to dad when hed called the other night.
admittedly hed had a bit of a night out with his work mates in new zealand, but i choose to take a drunk mans words as a sober mans thoughts
he said he'd take me to mardi gras!!!
like i said, after a few drinks,
but he said he and jamie (work mate, kirsti's boyfirend) would go =p
i plan to bring it up with him nearer to the time.
jenna and laure, surely if we had parental supervision our parents would object less??
as for the money, well, im sure we can work something out.
i say we try and figure out a way to charge it to the company dad and jamie are currently working for.
they had a formal 'do in sydney the other week, im sure they can arrange another one Feb-March 2010.
that lasts for a week.
or two.
well. this is now over a thousand words.
and most likely twice the length of what i did manage to get down for lit before and during all my distraction.
speaking of distraction, was talking to a friend (i dont know why i write 'a friend', its not like anyone reading this isn't going to know me personally and the people i hang out with) i was talking to jenna via facebook about our various quirks. in her case OCPD and anger issues, in mine bi-polar ness and ADHD, and came to the conclusion that if all these online tests were telling us we had these things, and could see the symptoms in ourselves and each other, maybe we should actually get someone who has a better idea of these things that us's opinion.
the ADHD test i took told me that 'while this test is in no way an accurate diagnosis, we do suggest you seek proper advice immediately' so that is what we plan to do.
this little confession of mine didnt come up today.
i suppose ill have to tell them if anything comes of it, but school will probably take care of that.
wonder if they have a right to tell our parents if we dont want them to.
i mean, we're over 16, but we're still students at their school.
ive wondered that before.
the thought of them telling my family or just dismissing me as a hypochondriac is what has stopped me going before.
that, and sometimes i wonder if im just making all these things up just to get attention.
i can be pretty twisted like that =p
man, i wish i could write an essay like i can write a blog.
imagine that, i reckon i could try and get straight A's in that class.
and it would most defiantly count as an English.
maybe i should just make it up.
id have to get a 50 for it, if i was the only kid taking the class, wouldn't i?
i hope so.
damn it.
i booted my laptop up with the actual intention of doing homework
hospitality homework, a subject i enjoy, but couldn't find the sheet i needed straight away, and so got distracted by my usual online haunts.
thats ADD for you.
(oh, and if anyones wondering, this comes to 1468 words. seriously, if i could focus on lit and understand what we were studying, i could blitz these things. as it is, most other kids in the class dont think to highly of me. dont think i didn't see that look you were giving me person who i shan't name. not because you will ever read this, but because i wouldn't want this said behind my back. id want it said to my face. but i wasn't sure you'd appreciate it yelled at you from across the library. and i was already agitated due to the conversation we were having. just because id done all the work i freaking could on my essay and wanted any reason other than my complete incompetence at that point in time to blame, and so i allowed myself to be distracted in order to blame that once the disappointment and disapproval of my teacher, whom i respect and whose opinion i value, came, as it will, and so i reverted to a fail safe, be a ditz. although, a ditz with strong opinions on right and wrongs when it comes to gay marriage and religion, a ditz nonetheless. and to be quite honest, i didn't appreciate that look at all. judge me all you want, i dont freaking care. thats a lie. obviously i do care, or else i wouldn't be writing this. what i should say is, judge me all you want, but when you pull that face at me, my opinion of you, which until that point had been rather non-committal as i dont really know you, but some of my friends seem to like you, does change, and i judge you. i shouldn't, i know, but i can not stand that face.
like an evil sneer.
'jeez, that kid (or that group of kids, i dont think it was particularly aimed at me, but aiming at the group of us having that conversation angers me just as much as if it was just me, quite possibly more) abandons work in favor of frivolous conversation.'
well, to me it wasn't frivolous.
and like i said id rather blame that than my incomprehension of the task at hand for my failings)
(oh, and its now 1853 words. three and a half pages in word. in case anyone was wondering.)
for those of you who did know, i will add that i passed.
rather well.
well, quite frankly, i kicked the test in its proverbial nuts.
100%
if only all my tests were about booze...
went to Melbourne today
found life size cut outs of various poses of the tenth doctor, a dalek and a tardis.
if only i had infinite amounts of money and a replica of the inside of the tardis to attach them all too...
got a couple of new shirts, a book, a kinder surprise, a present for fathers day, uk smarties (blue is back!) and a magazine (SFX)
also, came out to my sister and mother (thought mum knew to be honest, threw it in conversation the other day to see how her and dad would react, they didn't. apparently they thought i was kidding/saying it to rile up my friends mum who think im a bad influence, woo!!! =p )
not sure how my sisters going to be about it, she just asked 'so you'd date a girl?' a couple of times, followed be a couple of 'really?'s and a 'gross' thrown in at the end.
shell get used to it.
mum, well, im not sure.
i dont think she was that phased. i mean, i think it took her by surprise a bit, but they're used to the way i am, and its not like thats going to change just coz they now know a bit more information.
i think they may have been slightly put out that my friends dad knew before them.
i just said 'it doesn't really come up in conversation that much'
and to be honest, i think if id done the whole, mum, dad, ive got something to tell you, i would have ended up in tears.
not because i was upset or anything, just becuase any extreme emotion of mine seems hardwired to my tear ducts, which (to some peoples disbelief) do exist.
as it was, i was glad i was wearing sunglasses.
it was a beautiful sunny day in Melbourne today, and lucky for me the glasses hid the fact that my eyes were tearing a bit.
dont really know why, just was freaking out a bit that they'd freak out i think.
i assured them i was still single, and then my sister changed the subject, and was very unwilling to go back to it when i bought up mardi gras again (which is what had started the conversation in the first place)
later, after we watched harry potter at imax, and when kate was walking on the opposite side of the road to mum and i (practising for Melbourne experience) mum brought it up again. didn't say much, but she assured me she was okay with it. oh, look at that, tearing up again. anyhoo,
she also asked (this was before the movie. i think it was her, it may have been Kate. but pretty sure it was mum) how long id known. i just said 'i dunno'
i mean, i don't.
its not like i just woke up one day and went, woo, gonna go for boys and girls from now on!
but, the first time i remember thinking about it was...
year 9.
thats when i knew.
i remember because of the question box in maccas room.
i tossed up the idea of putting a question in the box a fair few times.
you know, something along the lines of 'i think im bisexual, how the hell do i tell my friends without them freaking out and thinking ill want to jump their bones?'
lucky for me, i haven't had to deal with that yet.
but year 9 was when i made my mind up inside.
then i just filled that thought away for me to look at later i guess.
i mean, i believe it was around year 9 that i started just hitting on girls.
just me friends, and not coz i was sexually attracted to any of you (no offence, you're all fabulously amazing people, but by year 9 we were all way into the 'just friends' zone =p )
just coz it was part of who i was.
does any one remember the first person i told?
actually, i dont think i want to remember. im sure id alienate one person or another if that knowledge was made to people, including myself.
but i think, ive always been pretty open about the option of girls as well as boys.
at least, i dont ever remember deny i was bi.
ive denied being gay, because im not, trust me, guys can still get me hot (i mean really, jack and ianto anyone??) but i dont think ive ever denied bisexuality.
this was meant to just be a quick post displaying my awesomeness at RSA and saying i enjoyed my day and my mum and sister know things about me. turned into a bit of a rant didnt it?
its over 800 words.
thats was my lit essay was supposed to be. it wasn't
i got distracted.
by conversation.
about sexuality and religion.
two things i seem to talk about a bit.
well, sexuality i do at least =p
oh, that reminds me, another thing mum mentioned after i, i suppose 'officially' or at least knowledgeably, coming out to her, was that she had mentioned me wanting to go to mardi gras next year to dad when hed called the other night.
admittedly hed had a bit of a night out with his work mates in new zealand, but i choose to take a drunk mans words as a sober mans thoughts
he said he'd take me to mardi gras!!!
like i said, after a few drinks,
but he said he and jamie (work mate, kirsti's boyfirend) would go =p
i plan to bring it up with him nearer to the time.
jenna and laure, surely if we had parental supervision our parents would object less??
as for the money, well, im sure we can work something out.
i say we try and figure out a way to charge it to the company dad and jamie are currently working for.
they had a formal 'do in sydney the other week, im sure they can arrange another one Feb-March 2010.
that lasts for a week.
or two.
well. this is now over a thousand words.
and most likely twice the length of what i did manage to get down for lit before and during all my distraction.
speaking of distraction, was talking to a friend (i dont know why i write 'a friend', its not like anyone reading this isn't going to know me personally and the people i hang out with) i was talking to jenna via facebook about our various quirks. in her case OCPD and anger issues, in mine bi-polar ness and ADHD, and came to the conclusion that if all these online tests were telling us we had these things, and could see the symptoms in ourselves and each other, maybe we should actually get someone who has a better idea of these things that us's opinion.
the ADHD test i took told me that 'while this test is in no way an accurate diagnosis, we do suggest you seek proper advice immediately' so that is what we plan to do.
this little confession of mine didnt come up today.
i suppose ill have to tell them if anything comes of it, but school will probably take care of that.
wonder if they have a right to tell our parents if we dont want them to.
i mean, we're over 16, but we're still students at their school.
ive wondered that before.
the thought of them telling my family or just dismissing me as a hypochondriac is what has stopped me going before.
that, and sometimes i wonder if im just making all these things up just to get attention.
i can be pretty twisted like that =p
man, i wish i could write an essay like i can write a blog.
imagine that, i reckon i could try and get straight A's in that class.
and it would most defiantly count as an English.
maybe i should just make it up.
id have to get a 50 for it, if i was the only kid taking the class, wouldn't i?
i hope so.
damn it.
i booted my laptop up with the actual intention of doing homework
hospitality homework, a subject i enjoy, but couldn't find the sheet i needed straight away, and so got distracted by my usual online haunts.
thats ADD for you.
(oh, and if anyones wondering, this comes to 1468 words. seriously, if i could focus on lit and understand what we were studying, i could blitz these things. as it is, most other kids in the class dont think to highly of me. dont think i didn't see that look you were giving me person who i shan't name. not because you will ever read this, but because i wouldn't want this said behind my back. id want it said to my face. but i wasn't sure you'd appreciate it yelled at you from across the library. and i was already agitated due to the conversation we were having. just because id done all the work i freaking could on my essay and wanted any reason other than my complete incompetence at that point in time to blame, and so i allowed myself to be distracted in order to blame that once the disappointment and disapproval of my teacher, whom i respect and whose opinion i value, came, as it will, and so i reverted to a fail safe, be a ditz. although, a ditz with strong opinions on right and wrongs when it comes to gay marriage and religion, a ditz nonetheless. and to be quite honest, i didn't appreciate that look at all. judge me all you want, i dont freaking care. thats a lie. obviously i do care, or else i wouldn't be writing this. what i should say is, judge me all you want, but when you pull that face at me, my opinion of you, which until that point had been rather non-committal as i dont really know you, but some of my friends seem to like you, does change, and i judge you. i shouldn't, i know, but i can not stand that face.
like an evil sneer.
'jeez, that kid (or that group of kids, i dont think it was particularly aimed at me, but aiming at the group of us having that conversation angers me just as much as if it was just me, quite possibly more) abandons work in favor of frivolous conversation.'
well, to me it wasn't frivolous.
and like i said id rather blame that than my incomprehension of the task at hand for my failings)
(oh, and its now 1853 words. three and a half pages in word. in case anyone was wondering.)
Friday, August 07, 2009
From the P to the H to the O to the T to the O to the Space to the B to the O to the other O to the T to the H!!
Photo Booth Prank - Funny - Funny Pictures, Funny Videos, Funny Pics, fo geeks in all of us!
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WTF is this ^^^? I wanted the actual video.
Oh well, click the link anyway, it's quite funny, especially the last bit.
Shared via AddThis
WTF is this ^^^? I wanted the actual video.
Oh well, click the link anyway, it's quite funny, especially the last bit.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Quick thought
I'm confident.
You all know it.
I know it.
And I like it.
Confidence makes the world a better place.
I'm totally okay with who i am, because who i am is freaking fantastic, just like all my friends, and we will only get awesomer with time.
Im not saying i dont have those down days. i do. i know we all do.
But you should all be proud of who you are.
I Am.
I'm proud of you all.
You Are All Wonderful People.
You all know it.
I know it.
And I like it.
Confidence makes the world a better place.
I'm totally okay with who i am, because who i am is freaking fantastic, just like all my friends, and we will only get awesomer with time.
Im not saying i dont have those down days. i do. i know we all do.
But you should all be proud of who you are.
I Am.
I'm proud of you all.
You Are All Wonderful People.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Season 4 and Other thoughts =D
has got to bring Ianto back.
If they don't. well, i would cry.
Although if there is no Ianto not dying or coming back to life, we should at least see LOTS of flashbacks and other juicy tidbits etc.
In other news, I am on a mission.
I can hear you all crowing for you love it when i have a mission.
My mission is to uncover the CONSPIRACY that is going on at school RIGHT under out noses!
There is a man at school, a man who has a pigeon hole, a man who has an office, but a man who DOESN'T EXIST!!
This non-existent man claims to be the 'Convener of Co-curricular activities' at our marvelous school.
Three of us have written a proposal for this man, that i shall publish here for you all in a few days.
Best long lunch I've had in a long time. Shizz is good.
It's my birthday tomorrow!!!!!!
Am actually starting to get excited about it.
Have already got 2 presents, and A CAKE!!!!
Work gave me a fluffy fluffy white dressing gown and body scrub, as well as a make up organiser thing, and Kirsti gave me $50 worth of itunes vouchers =D
and i got a chocolate cake from the cheesecake shop from people from Lady Windermere's Fan.
People are adorable and the world is a wonderful place full of love.
If they don't. well, i would cry.
Although if there is no Ianto not dying or coming back to life, we should at least see LOTS of flashbacks and other juicy tidbits etc.
In other news, I am on a mission.
I can hear you all crowing for you love it when i have a mission.
My mission is to uncover the CONSPIRACY that is going on at school RIGHT under out noses!
There is a man at school, a man who has a pigeon hole, a man who has an office, but a man who DOESN'T EXIST!!
This non-existent man claims to be the 'Convener of Co-curricular activities' at our marvelous school.
Three of us have written a proposal for this man, that i shall publish here for you all in a few days.
Best long lunch I've had in a long time. Shizz is good.
It's my birthday tomorrow!!!!!!
Am actually starting to get excited about it.
Have already got 2 presents, and A CAKE!!!!
Work gave me a fluffy fluffy white dressing gown and body scrub, as well as a make up organiser thing, and Kirsti gave me $50 worth of itunes vouchers =D
and i got a chocolate cake from the cheesecake shop from people from Lady Windermere's Fan.
People are adorable and the world is a wonderful place full of love.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Theories.
Jack is so totally going back in time. He'll go back and stop Ianto from entering the building. Jack will be poisoned, but Ianto will be saved. Don't worry people, Ianto will be fine. Season 4 = Jack and Ianto together forever!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Chuck Another Shrimp On The Barbie
No, don't.
I've just spent the last hour or so watching YouTube videos relating to Australian stereotypes, and it turns out that even Australians don't know how to defend themselves.
I am now going to list some of the stereotypes up for discussion.
1. 'Everyone says g'day all the time , blah blah blah'. Well no we don't but unlike what most of the people defending us said, we do say it sometimes.
2. 'You all put "mate" at the end of every sentence, rah' see the response to number one ^^...
3. 'lulz "PUT ANOTHER SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE"' I'll put your fucking shrimp on the barbie. PRAWN GOD DAMMIT PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNN!!!!!
4. 'Vegemite is both disgusting and eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner in Australia' Vegemite is good, it is eaten for breakfast, lunch OR dinner and if you don't like it it's because YER DOIN IT RONGGG. Also what kind of Australian doesn't like vegemite??
5. 'Kangaroos and Koalas live in your bedrooms' No they don't, but they don't live out in the middle of nowhere, where people aren't sure of their actual existance.
Well, that's just five of the annoying things people say on YouTube about Australians. It would seem to me that people don't know the definition of the word stereotype.
Arrrgh, angweee.
I've just spent the last hour or so watching YouTube videos relating to Australian stereotypes, and it turns out that even Australians don't know how to defend themselves.
I am now going to list some of the stereotypes up for discussion.
1. 'Everyone says g'day all the time , blah blah blah'. Well no we don't but unlike what most of the people defending us said, we do say it sometimes.
2. 'You all put "mate" at the end of every sentence, rah' see the response to number one ^^...
3. 'lulz "PUT ANOTHER SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE"' I'll put your fucking shrimp on the barbie. PRAWN GOD DAMMIT PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNN!!!!!
4. 'Vegemite is both disgusting and eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner in Australia' Vegemite is good, it is eaten for breakfast, lunch OR dinner and if you don't like it it's because YER DOIN IT RONGGG. Also what kind of Australian doesn't like vegemite??
5. 'Kangaroos and Koalas live in your bedrooms' No they don't, but they don't live out in the middle of nowhere, where people aren't sure of their actual existance.
Well, that's just five of the annoying things people say on YouTube about Australians. It would seem to me that people don't know the definition of the word stereotype.
Arrrgh, angweee.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I Really Don't Care
How sick you may be getting of posts relating to this theme, when i find golden things, or golden things are shared with me, i feel the need to pass them on to all you wonderful girls out there. I'd say 'people' but i know who reads this, and none of you are male.
This one is the sex, and particularly for claire, if she's still reading this =p
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue6B0kqCcHc&NR=1
This is just for any of you with a slightly questionable mind (when i say that i'm particularly looking at Lauren, but i know you're all pretty warped)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAEwcirqEM0&NR=1
irrelevant to anything, but uber aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww and i want one like him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhccbUx8vSA&feature=related
The best bit of this? Around 1.50. watch it and squee. in horror or delight? you tell me. and 3.35? just... just.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWCYU10jMfE&NR=1
I need Torchwood box sets, and i need them soon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7iPnQ4mH_s&feature=related
I know this is long, but trust me, its worth it. 7.15. so. freaking. worth IT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAkGQzvU8Qw&NR=1
Anyhoo, I think that's all for now.
Doubtless there will be more soon.
Gareth Daivd-Lloyd is a beautiful God.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I Have Changed My Background.
Mulitple times in the past few minutes.
I havnen't yet settled on the most flattering/attractive, but shall let you all know when i do.
If you can not guess what i have been changing it to, then you don't know my current mindset at all.
and considering the fact i have been screaming TORCHWOOD all over my last two posts...
well, my mindset isn't that hard to guess.
i heart janto.
i rather dislike that word.
but i love the pairing.
and its cannon.
you hear me all those gwen/jack shippers???
ianto/jack is cannon.
I havnen't yet settled on the most flattering/attractive, but shall let you all know when i do.
If you can not guess what i have been changing it to, then you don't know my current mindset at all.
and considering the fact i have been screaming TORCHWOOD all over my last two posts...
well, my mindset isn't that hard to guess.
i heart janto.
i rather dislike that word.
but i love the pairing.
and its cannon.
you hear me all those gwen/jack shippers???
ianto/jack is cannon.
Distraught Email I Sent
again, ridiculous torchwood spoilers.
again. its in white.
this is an email i sent after viewing the final episode of season 3 of torchwood.
feel my pain.
THE BASTARDS!!!the BLOODY BASTARDS!!!!
the bloody politician's for being so BLOODY STUPID!!! (although the murder/suicide of mr. middle man was brilliant. it was done in a stunning way as well)
the bloody people for skipping SIX MONTHS AHEAD
bloody jack for bloody pissing off like that into the night sky
but most of all.
most of all.
BLOODY IANTO!!!!
how DARE he not come back to life???
he was IN LOVE!!!
in freaking love!!!
with jack!!
making it even BETTER!!!
and they HAD to go and kill him off, because as soon as ANYONE realises their worth or something similar, they kill them off! Owen, tosh, IANTO!
he told jack he loved him!!
and jack said 'don't'
so wonderful
and the best bit of the ENTIRE SEASON?
the complete EPITOME of brilliant wonder????
the thing that ECLIPSES all the times the doctor ALMOST said 'i love you' to rose but didn't?
"I take it back, I take it all back, just not him, please not him!"
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I Am In Mourning.
If you are a fan of, or plan to watch, torchwood season 3, the children of earth saga, don't read the following. i shall post it in white so you wont accidentally read it and must highlight this to do.
this is my attempt at helping you save yourselves from yourselves.
the man in the post below i was (and still am) adoring, is still a god.
is still a beautiful beautiful man.
is still sexy as all hell in a waistcoat.
and is dead.
no, no i am not okay.
yes, yes it hurts.
yes i cried.
this is my attempt at helping you save yourselves from yourselves.
the man in the post below i was (and still am) adoring, is still a god.
is still a beautiful beautiful man.
is still sexy as all hell in a waistcoat.
and is dead.
no, no i am not okay.
yes, yes it hurts.
yes i cried.
i will need some time to get over this. more time even than when i discovered David tennant was no longer going to be the doctor.
why?
because the David tennant will be replaced by another man, who i may not instantly be attracted too, but i will grow to love him.
and.
there has only ever.
and will only ever be.
One.
Ianto.
Jones
Friday, July 10, 2009
There is one man...
in particular.
One man who makes me go, 'you know what? even in this crazy mixed up world, sometimes something good happens, something right.
This man is beautiful.
This man is smart.
This man is funny.
This man is a god.
This man wears waistcoats.
And looks delicious in them.
And unfortunatly...
One man who makes me go, 'you know what? even in this crazy mixed up world, sometimes something good happens, something right.
This man is beautiful.
This man is smart.
This man is funny.
This man is a god.
This man wears waistcoats.
And looks delicious in them.
And unfortunatly...
This man is fictional.
Ianto Jones.
And Gareth David-Lloyd is pretty damn sexy too.
I have made a decision
girls kissing boys = meh
boys kissing girls = meh
girls kissing girls = meh
boys kissings boys = meh
BUT
men kissing men?????
hoooootttt.
In case anyone is wondering, no, this hasn't come from nowhere.
i have been watching torchwood. and if you still don't understand where this has come from, i pity your sad and lonely existance.
Jack is sexy.
Ianto is sexy.
But Jack/Ianto??
sexalicious.
i love fiction.
boys kissing girls = meh
girls kissing girls = meh
boys kissings boys = meh
BUT
men kissing men?????
hoooootttt.
In case anyone is wondering, no, this hasn't come from nowhere.
i have been watching torchwood. and if you still don't understand where this has come from, i pity your sad and lonely existance.
Jack is sexy.
Ianto is sexy.
But Jack/Ianto??
sexalicious.
i love fiction.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Wanna Know What The Coolest Thing In The World Is?
Disney On Ice Princess Wishes!!!!
it was pretty freaking awesomely fantabulous.
there was a dragon, and a sword of truth, and a shield of virtue, and ice skaters and it was just soooo good.
and i got a slushie cup and IT was awesome and i just had a really good day.
people are good.
ice skaters are good.
friends are even better.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Reminders to Everyone
Everyone on this blog is discussing feelings and what not, which is perfectly understandable, but makes my post seem even more lame!
Just wanted to remind everyone that Harry Potter 6 the movie comes out in 15 days. i was just wondering whether peeps wanted to buy tickets for the opening night soon? its bound to sell out and, i dont know about the rest of you (seeing as you arent so deranged as me), i really want to go to the opening night. its a little tradition i have with the HP movies.
anyway im lame and have no life. feel free to bag me about it. so tickets, yes or no?
Just wanted to remind everyone that Harry Potter 6 the movie comes out in 15 days. i was just wondering whether peeps wanted to buy tickets for the opening night soon? its bound to sell out and, i dont know about the rest of you (seeing as you arent so deranged as me), i really want to go to the opening night. its a little tradition i have with the HP movies.
anyway im lame and have no life. feel free to bag me about it. so tickets, yes or no?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Emma! The Adventures of Piggly Winks.
RE:'I guess I don't really have that much to say' by emmielou
Ruh-roh. I have to say something.
It's kind of personal in a not-so-personal way.
It's about my, are you ready? feelings.
My feelings and emotions.
The things I talk to others about least of all the possible topics of discussion.
It's just the way I am.
But here goes nothing.
Recently the original blogger on this site (emmielou, duh) wrote a blog regarding having fun. She said that she wasn't having any. She said she was constantly angry (well, not in so many words but I assume this is the case considering she wanted to smash mirrors and throw things). I had a few weeks recently where I was feeling almost the same as her, the difference being I was feeling angry.
The truth is I wasn't feeling anything.
At all.
At any stage.
For two weeks.
I'm not trying to undermine any of the feelings Emma was experiencing so I'm really sorry if that's the way I come off.
And I'm also sorry if that comes off as stuck up or condescending.
Anyway.
At one stage I was begging to feel anything even anger or dread or anxiety. Of course none of these are desirable emotions and I would've preferred to feel any of the following: happiness, excitement, pleasure (Emma, Lauren, Jacky - collectively get your minds out of the gutter), competent, adequate, cheerful, dutiful, elated, desirable, confident, energetic, free, interested, intelligent, passionate, graceful, selfless, satisfied, qualified, warm, needed, or even just slightly memorable.
Unfortunately it took a while to feel like any of those and I suppose, in a way I still don't feel completely 100% of any of those...not even the bad ones. But that's ok. I suppose now I just feel content.
So Emma, you're probably wondering why it is that I addressed this blog to you, well that's because I have to tell you just one thing:
If you're still feeling this way, which I hope you're not, all you have to do is hold on. Take the advice of the Wilson Phillips song 'Hold On' - 'Don't you know things can change? Things'll go your way, if you hold on for one more day.'
Maybe that's a bit pussy-ish but I still think you should take those words into consideration.
Ruh-roh. I have to say something.
It's kind of personal in a not-so-personal way.
It's about my, are you ready? feelings.
My feelings and emotions.
The things I talk to others about least of all the possible topics of discussion.
It's just the way I am.
But here goes nothing.
Recently the original blogger on this site (emmielou, duh) wrote a blog regarding having fun. She said that she wasn't having any. She said she was constantly angry (well, not in so many words but I assume this is the case considering she wanted to smash mirrors and throw things). I had a few weeks recently where I was feeling almost the same as her, the difference being I was feeling angry.
The truth is I wasn't feeling anything.
At all.
At any stage.
For two weeks.
I'm not trying to undermine any of the feelings Emma was experiencing so I'm really sorry if that's the way I come off.
And I'm also sorry if that comes off as stuck up or condescending.
Anyway.
At one stage I was begging to feel anything even anger or dread or anxiety. Of course none of these are desirable emotions and I would've preferred to feel any of the following: happiness, excitement, pleasure (Emma, Lauren, Jacky - collectively get your minds out of the gutter), competent, adequate, cheerful, dutiful, elated, desirable, confident, energetic, free, interested, intelligent, passionate, graceful, selfless, satisfied, qualified, warm, needed, or even just slightly memorable.
Unfortunately it took a while to feel like any of those and I suppose, in a way I still don't feel completely 100% of any of those...not even the bad ones. But that's ok. I suppose now I just feel content.
So Emma, you're probably wondering why it is that I addressed this blog to you, well that's because I have to tell you just one thing:
If you're still feeling this way, which I hope you're not, all you have to do is hold on. Take the advice of the Wilson Phillips song 'Hold On' - 'Don't you know things can change? Things'll go your way, if you hold on for one more day.'
Maybe that's a bit pussy-ish but I still think you should take those words into consideration.
Oops!
Sorry fellow bloggers and readers for my lack of contribution to this wonderful site! I haven't very dedicated to either Don't Drop The Balloon or A Way To Relieve The Boredom. Sorry times a billion!
I swear I'll try to do more for the site - I pressed the 'I like it' button on my 'Stumble Upon' tab so we are now registered with 'Stumble Upon'. That means that if anyone is interested in either people or blogs or people & blogs then there is the small chance that they will be sent to Don't Drop The Balloon.
So that's all I've done for the progress of this blog, I just need to be reminded every now and then to SAY something on here or I'll forget.
My excuse is that I quit my crap arse job so I haven't got anything to complain about for the minute.
Maybe I'll write something about the trials and tribulations that come with unrequited love...maybe.
I swear I'll try to do more for the site - I pressed the 'I like it' button on my 'Stumble Upon' tab so we are now registered with 'Stumble Upon'. That means that if anyone is interested in either people or blogs or people & blogs then there is the small chance that they will be sent to Don't Drop The Balloon.
So that's all I've done for the progress of this blog, I just need to be reminded every now and then to SAY something on here or I'll forget.
My excuse is that I quit my crap arse job so I haven't got anything to complain about for the minute.
Maybe I'll write something about the trials and tribulations that come with unrequited love...maybe.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
EXPLETIVEEXPLETIVEEXPLETIVEEXPLETIVEEXPLETIVE
i would quickly like to preface this with a coupld of small notes. 1) im listening to country music. depressing, slit-you-wrists-to kind of music and 2) I know i have sworn on here before. But that was only once for twice. and i feel that (at least once) it was in context.
therefore, i have replaced a certain word in this section. i feel it is a seamless replace and that you wont be able to figure out what the original word was, or indeed notice the new word at all.
now, onto my blogging.
duck it. duck it all. duck it all to ducking hell.
i mean, seriously, there are THREE ducking DAYS until the holidays start, and you tell us NOW that the dates have changed and we're needed Thursday-Sunday instead of Monday-Thursday??
seriously. DUCK IT.
do you realise what me knowing this at the ducking beginning would have ducking meant????
it would have meant i could have swapped the shift i have to work the Sunday before, with a different Sunday. and do you know what that would have ducking meant??
that i could go on ducking holiday with my ducking family, instead of staying in ducking ballarat and moving from house to ducking house for a ducking week, just to enable me to go to those ducking things.
why would i do that instead of ducking going with them in the ducking first place? because im ducking dedicated. when i say i'll ducking do something im ducking passionate about, i ducking do it, and i do it ducking properly.
in telling my family this news, one of my parents reactions was, well see what flights are available, and maybe we can fly you out and get your sunday changed and you can spend some time with us and it will be a lovely family holiday and everyone will have fun ...............
The others? "you'll just have to twiddle your thumbs around here"
im sorry, what???
at least ducking PRETEND your ducking upset that if we had known this i could have DUCKING COME WITH YOU ALL. In saying that, it makes you sound like you're glad im ducking staying here. i know this is not the case, you're parents love you and all that shit, and i realise i wouldn't have been able to ducking come out at this late stage, but all im saying is, if you'd ducking PRETENDED maybe i wouldn't have such violent thoughts, and the phrase 'i'll invite people around and get ducked just be-ducking-cause.' going through my head. nothing will come of these thoughts. but they are ducking there.
and they're making me say duck a lot.
therefore, i have replaced a certain word in this section. i feel it is a seamless replace and that you wont be able to figure out what the original word was, or indeed notice the new word at all.
now, onto my blogging.
duck it. duck it all. duck it all to ducking hell.
i mean, seriously, there are THREE ducking DAYS until the holidays start, and you tell us NOW that the dates have changed and we're needed Thursday-Sunday instead of Monday-Thursday??
seriously. DUCK IT.
do you realise what me knowing this at the ducking beginning would have ducking meant????
it would have meant i could have swapped the shift i have to work the Sunday before, with a different Sunday. and do you know what that would have ducking meant??
that i could go on ducking holiday with my ducking family, instead of staying in ducking ballarat and moving from house to ducking house for a ducking week, just to enable me to go to those ducking things.
why would i do that instead of ducking going with them in the ducking first place? because im ducking dedicated. when i say i'll ducking do something im ducking passionate about, i ducking do it, and i do it ducking properly.
in telling my family this news, one of my parents reactions was, well see what flights are available, and maybe we can fly you out and get your sunday changed and you can spend some time with us and it will be a lovely family holiday and everyone will have fun ...............
The others? "you'll just have to twiddle your thumbs around here"
im sorry, what???
at least ducking PRETEND your ducking upset that if we had known this i could have DUCKING COME WITH YOU ALL. In saying that, it makes you sound like you're glad im ducking staying here. i know this is not the case, you're parents love you and all that shit, and i realise i wouldn't have been able to ducking come out at this late stage, but all im saying is, if you'd ducking PRETENDED maybe i wouldn't have such violent thoughts, and the phrase 'i'll invite people around and get ducked just be-ducking-cause.' going through my head. nothing will come of these thoughts. but they are ducking there.
and they're making me say duck a lot.
DUCKING HELL.
if you haven't figured out that im pissed off. you're a ducking idiot. get the duck away from me.
also. remember how i mentioned the whole 'if im passionate about something ill ducking do it properly?' sometimes this requires some ducking co-operation from other ducking people. the reason you're SUPPOSED to be at these ducking things is to ducking LEARN the ducking thing so you know it inside and out and can quote it almost as well as i can. so ducking stay in the ducking room and ducking learn it, okay? and to do this, it helps if you ducking SHOW THE DUCK UP. and if you can't, tell ME, alright, not someone who can pass the ducking message on to me, TELL ME. and ducking tell me as soon as you ducking know. also, grow the duck up, and if you have something you want to ducking say about me, say it to my ducking face. don't ducking bitch about me, and have me find out through other ducking people. and you know what, if you're going to act like whiny little baby and cry to some kids about what ive done or said, or what you think i don't have power/ability/ducking guts to do, get the duck OUT OF HERE. i don't want you if you're going to act like that. i also dont want you if you're going to lie to me, or put on some ridiculous act just to try and get sympathy off me. harden up. ive had what you've got, i know what its like, and if id volunteered for something like thiswhen i had it, i'd ducking show up.
and you know what? it's only going to get ducking worse from here on in. believe it or not, so far ive been nice. keep shitting me off, and this will change. I have no problem ducking yelling at people. ask around, i used to do it often and realy rather ducking well. and i can be mean. dear god can i be MEAN.
why do I not say these things to peoples faces you may ask? why am i so hypocritical and whiny?
becuase i am a good girl.
and good girls don't cause waves. but i can. and i will if i need to.
consider yourselves warned.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Does Anybody Else Actually Still Read/Post On This???
YAY:
- Oscar Wilde
- Fans
- Cyanide and Happiness
- Making Boys Pregnant
- Acting
- Laughing Till It Hurts
- Is It A Good Idea To Mircowave This?
NAY:
- Sore Ankles (still)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
You May Be Wondering
about my previous post and its layout.
Then again, you may not.
either way, im going to give it a brief blurb here.
most of you know how lazy i am.
its a fact.
sometimes, i just dont want to have to think to hard.
and when i was watching a ridiculously awesome highly intelligent full of good plot movie like i do sometimes, a girl wrote an In, Out list.
admittedly hers was hells more bitchy than mine.
but i liked the idea of just being able to write very little words, but still tell people a vague ness of whats going on.
also, it gives the opportunity for explanations/expansion in the comments section if people are interested in a particular note of mine, and the opportunity to skip over something if they Just. Don't. Care.
so i guess im saying, expect more of them.
and here is todays:
Then again, you may not.
either way, im going to give it a brief blurb here.
most of you know how lazy i am.
its a fact.
sometimes, i just dont want to have to think to hard.
and when i was watching a ridiculously awesome highly intelligent full of good plot movie like i do sometimes, a girl wrote an In, Out list.
admittedly hers was hells more bitchy than mine.
but i liked the idea of just being able to write very little words, but still tell people a vague ness of whats going on.
also, it gives the opportunity for explanations/expansion in the comments section if people are interested in a particular note of mine, and the opportunity to skip over something if they Just. Don't. Care.
so i guess im saying, expect more of them.
and here is todays:
IN:
- Dave-hugs
- Cyril
- Ice Packs
- Spider Solitaire
- Shannon and Sam Work Days
- Free Water
- Enjoying What You Do
- Vaseline
OUT:
- Being Uber Late And Not Letting The Appropriate People Know
- Falling Over
- Painful Ankles
- Ice Packs Being to Cold (yes im a wuss =p)
- People Kissing Other People When They're Already In A Relationship
- Dry Lips
- Not Getting Paid For Enjoying What You Do =( =P
- Overuse Of Emoticons
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