Nah, I can't be fucked thinking about it. Let alone talking about it. God forbid typing about it.
Sorry, guys. I know y'all are wanting to be peeking through my curtains and finding out what makes one so angry all the time let the eternal mask of calm slip a little.
Friday, November 19
Thursday, November 18
Tuesday, July 13
Drumming Noise
Yes, that’s right, here’s another little story about vampires being evil, like they should be. If there’s one thing that I don’t want a bar of, it’s those pussy vampires! I mean, we are currently surrounded by ‘vegetarian’ vampires in fiction, and this has INCURED MY WRATH, especially after watching the not-so-scary-but-at-least-had-the-right-idea 1958 film of Dracula (it was for school). Having these lame vampires in fiction is like watching Jurassic Park with the dinos from The Land Before Time. In other words, it’s pretty damn shitty.Drumming Noise
So here’s another reminder that vampires kill people. And drink their blood. And are pretty much just evil all round. Well, someone has to remind the world - particularly unintelligent preteen girls - that vampires KILL PEOPLE.That is what they do, and that is what I am making them do. I am restoring equilibrium to the universe.
PS. I was inspired to write this by Drumming Noise, a song by Florence + the Machine. You can ignore the horrifically-plaguirised insertion of lyric samples if you wish.
Mitchell paced from one busy street to another, walking in haphazard circles with no idea of where he was going. He’d spent all morning in bed, with the thick curtains drawn, alternating between sweating and shivering, with a throbbing pain in his head and feeling sick to his stomach. It was like the worst migraine and the worst flu had gotten together to wage war on his body. He’d been through it before but you could never get used to that sort of agony – especially when you knew exactly what to do to end it.
Mid-afternoon, he’d been overcome with the restlessness and feelings of panic and anxiety that were, in a way, worse than the pain. His body had warned him that he was hungry, and now it was urging him to get out and do something about it.
He knew that it was now that he was at his most dangerous, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from leaving the flat to walk amongst the innocent public, like a shark swimming through a school of fish.
The late-afternoon sun was low in the sky and not overly bright, but it made Mitchell feel dizzy and weak. He was already sick with hunger and the light sapped his strength further. But he couldn’t return home. The insatiable desire to feed drove him forward regardless of anything else. Right now he felt that he could stagger through Vatican City and attack the Pope if that was the only way he could feed.
Mitchell reeled forward and grabbed a lamppost to try and steady himself. He knew he probably looked dodgy as hell, standing there with his black coat and dark glasses, holding his head with one gloved hand and gripping the lamppost for dear life with the other. But it didn’t matter to him. Nothing mattered, apart from the ravaging hunger.
There’s a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you’re around
People swirled past him and Mitchell cringed as the sound of their heartbeats filled his head. Some faster than others, some uneven, some louder and some quieter – the hearts of everyone surrounding him on the busy street drilled into his skull.
There’s a drumming noise inside my head
That throws me to the ground
The sound of a thousand beating hearts washed through Mitchell, forcing him to imagine the blood flowing in waves through the veins of the people around him. The sound was almost unbearable, like an army of dinner bells going off in his head, encouraging him to drink…feed…
I swear that you should hear it
It makes such an almighty sound
He looked up and around at the multitude of potential victims. The noise of the city – the car horns, the construction, the yelling and laughing – had dulled to a distant drone in the face of the incessant, resounding thud of the city’s beating hearts. Mitchell could hear every one of them, each one belonging to a person with blood in their veins and ignorance in their eyes.
Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell
He was high on the sound. The prospect of being able to bite down and feel the warm liquid gushing over his tongue was driving out his pain and his weakness and his reason. He knew he shouldn’t, knew that he’d be undoing everything he’d worked towards, but the invasive thumping drowned out his rationality and filled him with the undeniable bloodlust that he’d tried so hard to defeat.
As I move my feet
Towards your body
I can feel this beat
From amongst the myriad of heartbeats Mitchell singled out one pulse. It was a slow, erratic rhythm - denoting weak prey. He knew that he’d never be able to hunt down and overcome any fit human in his pathetic state. His hunger drove him forward like adrenaline drives a wounded soldier in battle, but Mitchell couldn’t handle a real hunt. He started to lurch forward, moving to the unsteady beat of the heart he was tracking, like a tribal warrior dancing to the rhythm of the drums.
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
As he staggered towards his prey Mitchell was overwhelmed by the sound of its heartbeat. Everything else was swallowed up by its insistent, hypnotic pulsing. The world could fall out of existence and he wouldn’t even notice, so long as that heartbeat didn’t stop.
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
Mitchell tracked his prey to an alley off the main street. The smell of trash and piss hung heavy in the air but all he could smell was the tangy aroma of blood.
His quarry was squatting amidst the black rubbish bags with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. An old homeless drunk, as filthy as his surroundings, with a blanket wrapped around his wretched form. Mitchell approached him silently, his movements steadier now that his crosshair was resting on his target’s neck.
I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
Mitchell shot forward and grabbed the man by the throat, lifting him and pinning him to the wall. The drunk’s dull eyes widened in shock and terror as Mitchell’s turned black and his fangs slid out. He tightened his grip as the man struggled fitfully, relishing the power he held over this pitiful figure. This man was nothing to anyone, and to Mitchell he was even less. He was the lamb, and Mitchell was the slaughter.
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn’t wash the echoes out
Mitchell sank his fangs into the man’s neck. He ignored the hoarse screams of his prey as he fed greedily on the blood that surged from the wounds he’d inflicted. The man’s heartbeat had increased violently, a deafening pounding in Mitchell’s ears, pushing the blood into his waiting mouth. It tasted of a lifetime of alcoholism but Mitchell didn’t care, because it was blood and he could feel it coursing through his body, returning his strength and making him feel alive.
The man’s screams died away into soft, pitiful moans as his heartbeat slowly subsided before stopping altogether. Mitchell continued to feed voraciously, sucking the blood from the man’s body, emptying his veins and arteries quickly and efficiently. A killing machine.
I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there’s nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
Mitchell let the man’s pale, bloodless corpse fall to the dirty ground and wiped his mouth. His fangs shrank back into his gums and he waited for the moment of guilt and self-disgust. But even as he stared into his victim’s dead eyes, it didn’t come. He felt as remorseless and apathetic as he had a moment ago, when he had been a ravenous animal, a bloodthirsty predator. No-one had cared about this homeless drunk while he’d been living, and no-one cared now that he was dead. Mitchell had done the world a favour by getting rid of him, really.
He smirked as he looked down on the ugly carcass, then turned and left the alley.
Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell
Mitchell prowled insidiously back through the crowded streets, a lion hiding in the long grass in the midst of the antelope. The pedestrians churned around him, ignorant of what he could do to them. He could hear their heartbeats, but they were no longer the sound of agonising temptation. They had morphed into the sound of a challenge.
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
With his strength returned, Mitchell felt a different kind of bloodlust well up inside of him. It was the sanguinary, primal desire to single out prey, stalk it, chase it down, and suck out its life, all the while relishing the power he held over it. The craving was inherent, natural. He was an animal, made to hunt. He’d been wrong to try and deny his nature.
He felt a savage pleasure in watching the women who walked past, envisioning how he’d seduce and then destroy them. Their heartbeats pounded in his head as he imagined how he could speed them up and then slow them down, before stopping them forever.
Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
Thursday, July 8
Love Bite
You're getting hungry. The signs are showing.
You'd give anything for the embarrassing stomach rumbles that normal people get when they haven't eaten. Instead, you get the shakes, you get edgy, you break out in cold sweats. More like withdrawal symptoms than hunger pangs. To you, your food is a drug – more than just sustenance, harder to resist than any banquet.
Sometimes at work you have to go up to the hospital's detox wards. You see the junkies and the crankheads, coming up off their habits, weak and sick, shivering and muttering to themselves. At least, after 100 years, you've learned to control your symptoms. All part of the façade of normalcy.
You go down to the hospital's café. The girl at the counter must be new; you don't recognise her. She smiles as she hands you your coffee. She's pretty, but you can't risk it. Not now, not when you're like this.
You can't drink your coffee. It tastes wrong, even though it's exactly how you like it. It's too thin, too sweet, too hot. Thick and metallic, at 37°C – that's what you want, what you need.
No. You won't give in. It'll get easier. You don't want to be like the others. You aren't a monster.
The new girl at the counter somehow slips you her number. You fully intend to throw the little piece of paper out, but you don't seem to see any bins on the way to your locker, even though you're sure they're there.
Before you know it, you're at home, arranging to have a drink with the girl – Bethany, you learn her name is. George watches you while you're on the phone, and when you hang up he opens his mouth to lecture you, remind you of what could happen. You can't bear to listen to him – mainly because you know he's right. You leave the flat early to get away from his pointed looks which clearly say, 'don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow'.
You meet Bethany in the pub at the end of the road. You order a red wine – if you stare at it you can almost trick yourself that you've got what you want. When Bethany announces that she feels 'adventurous' and orders a Bloody Mary, you almost burst out laughing.
After only a few rounds she drags you back to her flat, despite your protests. You're trying to quit while you're ahead but she's having none of it. She sits you on the couch and pours you a drink while her iPod plays through the stereo.
When she sits next to you, the smell of her perfume is strong but not nearly strong enough. She's taken off the scarf she was wearing in the pub and you can see her pale neck, just there in front of you.
She talks a lot, about all sorts. You notice that she has a habit of flicking her hair to the side, exposing the side of her neck. She probably thinks it makes her look attractive, but to you it's like she's tempting you, all part of an elaborate suicide by proxy.
You try and focus on her eyes. You stare into them, concentrating on the innocence and humanity within the blue irises. But your gaze drifts to the delicate bloodlines in the corner of each eye. You couldn't see them a minute ago – she's moving slowly closer. Her scent is getting stronger as the distance between you dwindles.
You try and stare at the wall just behind her head and listen to the music in the background to block out your thoughts. You can hardly believe it – there's a song by Death Cab For Cutie, than one by Vampire Weekend. The irony is like something out of a bad film.
She closes the gap between you. She's hungry too, and she's coming in for the kill. You know you should leave but it's like you're pinned to the couch by her scent and your hunger.
She leans in and kisses you, and you don't resist even though you know you have to otherwise she's gone. You can't stop yourself from kissing her back, and moving your hands up to her soft, frail neck. As she unbuttons your shirt you pray that she wears a cross around her neck, because that's stopped you before, but the only necklace she has is a small 'B' on a gold chain. There's nothing to stop you, not even your own willpower. You're lost to the primal desires. A small part of you watches helplessly as you lose control, like a bystander watching a car hurtling off a cliff.
You break off from her lips, kissing along her jaw line then down to her neck. You can sense the blood flowing in waves through her jugular vein, being pushed along by her frantically-beating heart. She's too focused on your belt buckle to notice your eyes turn black.
She screams as you bite down and your fangs pierce through her skin to her throat. As the blood starts to flow and you start to feed, her scream turns to a whimper, then silence. You don't notice her body relax and crumple because your entire being is overcome by the ecstasy of the feed.
The blood flow lessens as her heart stops beating and you have to suck to continue to drink.
You break away from her and stand up, pushing her still-warm body off you. Deep red blood continues to ooze slowly from the tiny marks that you've left on her porcelain skin. You look down at her as you wipe your mouth and button your shirt. Her lipstick is smudged and her hair is tousled but she still looks beautiful, like a doll.
The stereo is still playing – an upbeat, happy song that doesn't fit the moment, but you can't make yourself go across the room to turn it off. Her blue eyes won't let you turn away even though they're now empty and lifeless.
You decide to finish her properly. She deserves a peaceful death, not an eternity plagued by the murderous hunger.
It doesn't take long to empty her veins, even though the bliss of feeding isn't as strong when mixed with self-disgust. When you lie her head back down on the couch, her face is pale under the concealer. There is no longer enough blood left in her body to spread your poison and turn her. You consider yourself merciful for giving her a real death, rather than the curse of immortality.
You wipe the blood from her neck before leaving her lying just as she fell. You know that there are others like you in the hospital and morgue who will attribute her death to internal bleeding or a heart attack. You don't have to worry about the clean-up. All you have to deal with is the guilt. Guilt at doing what you were made to do, to an innocent woman who never knew monsters existed until she took one home.
Her blood will keep you going for a good couple of weeks. But eventually the hunger will return, and you know that once again you will have to choose between your morality and your nature.
And you know that, like always, there won't really be a choice.
You'd give anything for the embarrassing stomach rumbles that normal people get when they haven't eaten. Instead, you get the shakes, you get edgy, you break out in cold sweats. More like withdrawal symptoms than hunger pangs. To you, your food is a drug – more than just sustenance, harder to resist than any banquet.
Sometimes at work you have to go up to the hospital's detox wards. You see the junkies and the crankheads, coming up off their habits, weak and sick, shivering and muttering to themselves. At least, after 100 years, you've learned to control your symptoms. All part of the façade of normalcy.
You go down to the hospital's café. The girl at the counter must be new; you don't recognise her. She smiles as she hands you your coffee. She's pretty, but you can't risk it. Not now, not when you're like this.
You can't drink your coffee. It tastes wrong, even though it's exactly how you like it. It's too thin, too sweet, too hot. Thick and metallic, at 37°C – that's what you want, what you need.
No. You won't give in. It'll get easier. You don't want to be like the others. You aren't a monster.
The new girl at the counter somehow slips you her number. You fully intend to throw the little piece of paper out, but you don't seem to see any bins on the way to your locker, even though you're sure they're there.
Before you know it, you're at home, arranging to have a drink with the girl – Bethany, you learn her name is. George watches you while you're on the phone, and when you hang up he opens his mouth to lecture you, remind you of what could happen. You can't bear to listen to him – mainly because you know he's right. You leave the flat early to get away from his pointed looks which clearly say, 'don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow'.
You meet Bethany in the pub at the end of the road. You order a red wine – if you stare at it you can almost trick yourself that you've got what you want. When Bethany announces that she feels 'adventurous' and orders a Bloody Mary, you almost burst out laughing.
After only a few rounds she drags you back to her flat, despite your protests. You're trying to quit while you're ahead but she's having none of it. She sits you on the couch and pours you a drink while her iPod plays through the stereo.
When she sits next to you, the smell of her perfume is strong but not nearly strong enough. She's taken off the scarf she was wearing in the pub and you can see her pale neck, just there in front of you.
She talks a lot, about all sorts. You notice that she has a habit of flicking her hair to the side, exposing the side of her neck. She probably thinks it makes her look attractive, but to you it's like she's tempting you, all part of an elaborate suicide by proxy.
You try and focus on her eyes. You stare into them, concentrating on the innocence and humanity within the blue irises. But your gaze drifts to the delicate bloodlines in the corner of each eye. You couldn't see them a minute ago – she's moving slowly closer. Her scent is getting stronger as the distance between you dwindles.
You try and stare at the wall just behind her head and listen to the music in the background to block out your thoughts. You can hardly believe it – there's a song by Death Cab For Cutie, than one by Vampire Weekend. The irony is like something out of a bad film.
She closes the gap between you. She's hungry too, and she's coming in for the kill. You know you should leave but it's like you're pinned to the couch by her scent and your hunger.
She leans in and kisses you, and you don't resist even though you know you have to otherwise she's gone. You can't stop yourself from kissing her back, and moving your hands up to her soft, frail neck. As she unbuttons your shirt you pray that she wears a cross around her neck, because that's stopped you before, but the only necklace she has is a small 'B' on a gold chain. There's nothing to stop you, not even your own willpower. You're lost to the primal desires. A small part of you watches helplessly as you lose control, like a bystander watching a car hurtling off a cliff.
You break off from her lips, kissing along her jaw line then down to her neck. You can sense the blood flowing in waves through her jugular vein, being pushed along by her frantically-beating heart. She's too focused on your belt buckle to notice your eyes turn black.
She screams as you bite down and your fangs pierce through her skin to her throat. As the blood starts to flow and you start to feed, her scream turns to a whimper, then silence. You don't notice her body relax and crumple because your entire being is overcome by the ecstasy of the feed.
The blood flow lessens as her heart stops beating and you have to suck to continue to drink.
You break away from her and stand up, pushing her still-warm body off you. Deep red blood continues to ooze slowly from the tiny marks that you've left on her porcelain skin. You look down at her as you wipe your mouth and button your shirt. Her lipstick is smudged and her hair is tousled but she still looks beautiful, like a doll.
The stereo is still playing – an upbeat, happy song that doesn't fit the moment, but you can't make yourself go across the room to turn it off. Her blue eyes won't let you turn away even though they're now empty and lifeless.
You decide to finish her properly. She deserves a peaceful death, not an eternity plagued by the murderous hunger.
It doesn't take long to empty her veins, even though the bliss of feeding isn't as strong when mixed with self-disgust. When you lie her head back down on the couch, her face is pale under the concealer. There is no longer enough blood left in her body to spread your poison and turn her. You consider yourself merciful for giving her a real death, rather than the curse of immortality.
You wipe the blood from her neck before leaving her lying just as she fell. You know that there are others like you in the hospital and morgue who will attribute her death to internal bleeding or a heart attack. You don't have to worry about the clean-up. All you have to deal with is the guilt. Guilt at doing what you were made to do, to an innocent woman who never knew monsters existed until she took one home.
Her blood will keep you going for a good couple of weeks. But eventually the hunger will return, and you know that once again you will have to choose between your morality and your nature.
And you know that, like always, there won't really be a choice.
Sunday, June 27
Go to http://bohobirdie.tumblr.com/.
It's much more interesting than this.
Promise.
Tumblr for the win (as the cool dudes say)!
It's much more interesting than this.
Promise.
Tumblr for the win (as the cool dudes say)!
Saturday, June 19
I Need To Stop Interrupting!
Bold the books you’ve read COMPLETELY, italicize the ones you’ve read part of, and star * the ones you honestly plan to read. Watching the movie or the cartoon doesn’t count. Abridged versions don’t count either.
According to the BBC if you’ve read 7 of these, you are above the average!
oo1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
oo2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
oo3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë *
oo4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - JK Rowling
oo5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
oo6. The Bible
oo7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë (bleurgh)
oo8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell *
oo9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman (read the first book, it sucked)
o1o. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens *
o11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
o12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
o13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller *
o14. Complete Works of William Shakespeare
o15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
o16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
o17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
o18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (LOVE)
o19. The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
o2o. Middlemarch - George Eliot
o21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
o22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald *
o23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
o24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy *
o25. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (LOVE)
o26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
o27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky *
o28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
o29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (Only 100 million times, yeah)
o3o. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
o31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy *
o32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens *
o33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (never finished the series)
o34. Emma - Jane Austen
o35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
o36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
o37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini *
o38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
o39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
o4o. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
o41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
o42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
o43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
o44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
o45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
o46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
o47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
o48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
o49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding (LOVE)
o5o. Atonement - Ian McEwan
o51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel *
o52. Dune - Frank Herbert
o53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
o54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
o55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
o56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
o57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (Carton is one of the coolest characters ever)
o58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
o59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Mark Haddon
o6o. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
o61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (but it was a loooong time ago now...)
o62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov *
o63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
o64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold *
o65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
o66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
o67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
o68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
o69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
o7o. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
o71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
o72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
o73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
o74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
o75. Ulysses - James Joyce
o76. The Inferno – Dante *
o77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
o78. Germinal - Emile Zolao
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
o8o. Possession - AS Byatt
o81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
o82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
o83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
o84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
o85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
o86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
o87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
o88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
o89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
o9o. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
o91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad (Sooo boring!)
o92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
o93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
o94. Watership Down - Richard Adams (sooperlove!!)
o95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
o96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
o97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
o98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare (a couple of times now haha)
o99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
1oo. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
According to the BBC if you’ve read 7 of these, you are above the average!
oo1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
oo2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
oo3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë *
oo4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - JK Rowling
oo5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
oo6. The Bible
oo7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë (bleurgh)
oo8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell *
oo9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman (read the first book, it sucked)
o1o. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens *
o11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
o12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
o13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller *
o14. Complete Works of William Shakespeare
o15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
o16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
o17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
o18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (LOVE)
o19. The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
o2o. Middlemarch - George Eliot
o21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
o22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald *
o23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
o24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy *
o25. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (LOVE)
o26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
o27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky *
o28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
o29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (Only 100 million times, yeah)
o3o. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
o31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy *
o32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens *
o33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (never finished the series)
o34. Emma - Jane Austen
o35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
o36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
o37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini *
o38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
o39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
o4o. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
o41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
o42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
o43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
o44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
o45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
o46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
o47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
o48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
o49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding (LOVE)
o5o. Atonement - Ian McEwan
o51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel *
o52. Dune - Frank Herbert
o53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
o54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
o55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
o56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
o57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (Carton is one of the coolest characters ever)
o58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
o59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Mark Haddon
o6o. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
o61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (but it was a loooong time ago now...)
o62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov *
o63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
o64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold *
o65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
o66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
o67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
o68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
o69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
o7o. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
o71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
o72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
o73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
o74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
o75. Ulysses - James Joyce
o76. The Inferno – Dante *
o77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
o78. Germinal - Emile Zolao
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
o8o. Possession - AS Byatt
o81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
o82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
o83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
o84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
o85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
o86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
o87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
o88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
o89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
o9o. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
o91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad (Sooo boring!)
o92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
o93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
o94. Watership Down - Richard Adams (sooperlove!!)
o95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
o96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
o97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
o98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare (a couple of times now haha)
o99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
1oo. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 25
Your Day, In Great Detail.
Well, because this day isn't finished, and it's been boring anyway, I'll do yesterday instead.
Saturday, 19 June, 2010
Well. Woke up at Walrus's house at a not-too-early hour. Had Milo cereal for brekkie, got dressed, brushed hair, yadayada. Walked down to the bus stop, got on the bus, met Jordan on the bus, got off bus in Palmy. Went to Downtown cimemas, bought ticket for Get Him to the Greek, met James, James got ticket for The A-Team, James swapped ticket for right movie. Went downstairs, bought junkfood, went into Whircoulls, went back upstairs to cinema. Watched Get Him to the Greek, laughed a fair few times (it was a good film), laughed at Jordan's laughing, left cinema when movie was finished (as is customary). Went back to Whitcoulls, didn't buy anything. Had Burger King for lunch. Walked over to Plaza, spent ages roasting in Marbecks (god it was hot in there). Walked round the Plaza, went to JB Hi-Fi, was happy, left JB Hi-Fi, went to other Whitcoulls, didn't buy anything, went back to JB Hi-Fi, bought Yeah Yeah Yeahs's album Show Your Bones, was happy, left JB Hi-Fi, got searched by security guy at door. Went to KFC and got a cookies 'n' cream Krusher (yum). Walked over to bus stop, didn't catch bus. Got picked up by Jordan's dad. Went back to Jordan's. Hung out there, played Jenga, walked to Video Ezy, walked to stupidly-named fish and chip shop. Got tea at stupidly-named fish and chip shop. Walked back to Jordan's. Ate chips. Watched 9 (the animated one, not the musical one) and liked it. Watched Sherlock Holmes, and went on the computer for awhile during the film. Watched some of Something Something Dark Side, then went to bed. Fell asleep.
Hopefully that's enough detail. :P
Well, because this day isn't finished, and it's been boring anyway, I'll do yesterday instead.
Saturday, 19 June, 2010
Well. Woke up at Walrus's house at a not-too-early hour. Had Milo cereal for brekkie, got dressed, brushed hair, yadayada. Walked down to the bus stop, got on the bus, met Jordan on the bus, got off bus in Palmy. Went to Downtown cimemas, bought ticket for Get Him to the Greek, met James, James got ticket for The A-Team, James swapped ticket for right movie. Went downstairs, bought junkfood, went into Whircoulls, went back upstairs to cinema. Watched Get Him to the Greek, laughed a fair few times (it was a good film), laughed at Jordan's laughing, left cinema when movie was finished (as is customary). Went back to Whitcoulls, didn't buy anything. Had Burger King for lunch. Walked over to Plaza, spent ages roasting in Marbecks (god it was hot in there). Walked round the Plaza, went to JB Hi-Fi, was happy, left JB Hi-Fi, went to other Whitcoulls, didn't buy anything, went back to JB Hi-Fi, bought Yeah Yeah Yeahs's album Show Your Bones, was happy, left JB Hi-Fi, got searched by security guy at door. Went to KFC and got a cookies 'n' cream Krusher (yum). Walked over to bus stop, didn't catch bus. Got picked up by Jordan's dad. Went back to Jordan's. Hung out there, played Jenga, walked to Video Ezy, walked to stupidly-named fish and chip shop. Got tea at stupidly-named fish and chip shop. Walked back to Jordan's. Ate chips. Watched 9 (the animated one, not the musical one) and liked it. Watched Sherlock Holmes, and went on the computer for awhile during the film. Watched some of Something Something Dark Side, then went to bed. Fell asleep.
Hopefully that's enough detail. :P
Tuesday, June 15
Sunday, June 13
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 23
A YouTube Video.
Monty Python's Life or Death Struggles.
I loled.
Well, the first bit is a little boring, but it gets better :D
Monty Python's Life or Death Struggles.
I loled.
Well, the first bit is a little boring, but it gets better :D
Saturday, June 12
Another, Possibly Horrendously Awful, Interruption
The Bathwater Has Not Been Let Out
Night, or early morning
Unsure which. All I know
is that my mouth is an empty hipflask
in the midst of a yellow desert.
Bare feet silent on old carpet
but the bathroom door creaks
like the rusty swingset
we had as children.
The light explodes on and pops
the bubblewrap that surrounds my eyes.
Black dots in my vision.
It, like all things, passes.
The bathwater has not been let out.
The ivory seabed is drowned
by the opaque lake
that should have been drained
last night.
The water is murky, muddied by
the thoughts of those who were there.
Dreaming of tomorrow and washing
the cares of today
into the water.
The lake dissolved the secrets that stain skin
and now holds them silent until
they are sucked down the drain
where they cease to have meaning
or secrecy.
The silent lake
this still ocean of yesterday’s cares
is wrong in the stark chemical light.
Bathwater does not belong
in the world
of dark morning
and echoing night.
The bath is a place
of children laughing
and splashing
and rubber ducks bobbing
on the waves like buoys.
Or else
the bath is a place
of golden candles
and solitude
and lavender drifting
on the air like music.
The white bathwater
under the chemical light
is wrong and misplaced.
I would send it away
but the noise it would make
in protest at being told
to leave
would surely perturb
those who are sleeping
and those who are trying
to dream.
I do not want
to submerge my hand in
the problems of someone else
born on a day that has passed
into darkness.
And besides, this water
which sits like milk
is still and quiet
like sheets of silk.
To bed.
And in the morning
the still silent sea
that opaque lake
is gone.
By...Me!
Yeah, me. I wrote this. And I'd like to know what y'all thought, even, and most especially, if you thought it was shit. Just, y'lnow, tell me why.
This is exactly as I wrote it, no edits, nothing. That's how I roll with poems. It just goes as it goes. If something does need changing, let me know.
I'm serious, guys, c'mon!
Night, or early morning
Unsure which. All I know
is that my mouth is an empty hipflask
in the midst of a yellow desert.
Bare feet silent on old carpet
but the bathroom door creaks
like the rusty swingset
we had as children.
The light explodes on and pops
the bubblewrap that surrounds my eyes.
Black dots in my vision.
It, like all things, passes.
The bathwater has not been let out.
The ivory seabed is drowned
by the opaque lake
that should have been drained
last night.
The water is murky, muddied by
the thoughts of those who were there.
Dreaming of tomorrow and washing
the cares of today
into the water.
The lake dissolved the secrets that stain skin
and now holds them silent until
they are sucked down the drain
where they cease to have meaning
or secrecy.
The silent lake
this still ocean of yesterday’s cares
is wrong in the stark chemical light.
Bathwater does not belong
in the world
of dark morning
and echoing night.
The bath is a place
of children laughing
and splashing
and rubber ducks bobbing
on the waves like buoys.
Or else
the bath is a place
of golden candles
and solitude
and lavender drifting
on the air like music.
The white bathwater
under the chemical light
is wrong and misplaced.
I would send it away
but the noise it would make
in protest at being told
to leave
would surely perturb
those who are sleeping
and those who are trying
to dream.
I do not want
to submerge my hand in
the problems of someone else
born on a day that has passed
into darkness.
And besides, this water
which sits like milk
is still and quiet
like sheets of silk.
To bed.
And in the morning
the still silent sea
that opaque lake
is gone.
By...Me!
Yeah, me. I wrote this. And I'd like to know what y'all thought, even, and most especially, if you thought it was shit. Just, y'lnow, tell me why.
This is exactly as I wrote it, no edits, nothing. That's how I roll with poems. It just goes as it goes. If something does need changing, let me know.
I'm serious, guys, c'mon!
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 22
A Website.
http://www.snorgtees.com/-c-31.html?osCsid=d0d48b54abe9826107ad6dd3fbea795b
Most hilarious t-shirts ever. WANT.
PS. Nonstop radical!!!
http://www.snorgtees.com/-c-31.html?osCsid=d0d48b54abe9826107ad6dd3fbea795b
Most hilarious t-shirts ever. WANT.
PS. Nonstop radical!!!
Friday, June 11
Interruption the Third
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
The thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth.
One of my favourite poems, ever. Something truely beautiful.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
The thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth.
One of my favourite poems, ever. Something truely beautiful.
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 21
A Recipe.
Cookies 'n' Cream Cheesecake
Ingredients:
24 chocolate sandwich cookies (oreos), finely crumbled, about 2 cups
6 tablespoons margarine, room temperature
1 envelope unflavored gelatin
1/4 cup cold water
8 oz cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 cup milk
1 cup heavy cream, whipped
Preparation:
Combine fine cookie crumbs and soft margarine; press into bottom of 9-inch springform pan. In a saucepan, soften gelatin in cold water; stir over low heat until dissolved. In a mixing bowl, combine cream cheese and sugar, mixing at medium speed of an electric hand-held mixer until well blended, Gradually add gelatin mixture and milk, mixing until well blended. Chill until mixture is thickened but not set; fold in whipped cream. Reserve 1 1/2 cup cream cheese mixture; pour remaining cream cheese mixture over crust. Top with coarsely crumbled cookies then remaining cream cheese mixture. Chill until firm.
Om nom nom.
Cookies 'n' Cream Cheesecake
Ingredients:
24 chocolate sandwich cookies (oreos), finely crumbled, about 2 cups
6 tablespoons margarine, room temperature
1 envelope unflavored gelatin
1/4 cup cold water
8 oz cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 cup milk
1 cup heavy cream, whipped
Preparation:
Combine fine cookie crumbs and soft margarine; press into bottom of 9-inch springform pan. In a saucepan, soften gelatin in cold water; stir over low heat until dissolved. In a mixing bowl, combine cream cheese and sugar, mixing at medium speed of an electric hand-held mixer until well blended, Gradually add gelatin mixture and milk, mixing until well blended. Chill until mixture is thickened but not set; fold in whipped cream. Reserve 1 1/2 cup cream cheese mixture; pour remaining cream cheese mixture over crust. Top with coarsely crumbled cookies then remaining cream cheese mixture. Chill until firm.
Om nom nom.
Thursday, June 10
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 20
A Hobby Of Yours.
Writing.
I like writing. It counts as a hobby, right??
I'm writing a poem at the mo. But it's probably not great. I'm not great with poetry. Better at prose.
I'll post it when I've finished, because I want to know what people think.
Writing.
I like writing. It counts as a hobby, right??
I'm writing a poem at the mo. But it's probably not great. I'm not great with poetry. Better at prose.
I'll post it when I've finished, because I want to know what people think.
Tuesday, June 8
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 19
A Talent of Yours.
Well, this is awkward. So I have to say, 'Well, this is my talent, and I'm amazing'. Great. Um, well, I guess I'll just pick an obvious one, which isn't that amazingly wonderful.
Acting.
I mean, I get Es in Drama and I was picked for NSSP, so I must have some talent, right?
Well, this is awkward. So I have to say, 'Well, this is my talent, and I'm amazing'. Great. Um, well, I guess I'll just pick an obvious one, which isn't that amazingly wonderful.
Acting.
I mean, I get Es in Drama and I was picked for NSSP, so I must have some talent, right?
Sunday, June 6
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 18
Whatever Tickles Your Fancy.
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
I read a bit of philosophy; especially when I feel a little lost in the world. I've never found a philosopher that I really connect with - I've never read any writings where I believe in all the ideas - but most of Nietzsche is pretty solid, pretty spot-on, in my opinion.
Saturday, June 5
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 17
An Art Piece (Painting, Drawing, Sculpture etc).
A painting by Matthew Gray Gubler, who is primarily an actor, but who is also a rather weird artist. This is from his webpage (we're talking literally one page), which is here. It's got heaps of these crazy drawings, paintings, all sorts; and they're all kinda weird and a bit trippy, but I really like them. They're cool, because they're a bit messy and they're not perfect, but that's what makes them interesting.
Friday, June 4
Another Interruption
"If you were a colour, what colour would you be?" asked Stu randomly.
"Uhm...red?" replied James.
"Why?"
"I dunno, because I like red?"
"That's no answer! You have to think about it!"
"Well, I don't know! What do you think my color would be?" James said, getting frustrated.
"Well, if you found a ten-pound note on the street what would you do?" Stu asked.
"Keep it."
"What if it belonged to someone else?" asked Rob.
James scowled. "Well, I found it! And I'm not going to ask around all day if someone dropped a tenner."
"You have a bagel, what do you do with it?" asked Stu suddenly.
James blinked, confused. "Eat it, of course."
"A man comes up to you and tells you the bagel is poisonous, what do you do?"
"Stop eating the bagel."
"The man takes the bagel from you and eats it, and it turns out its not posionous."
"So he stole my bagel! I want it back!" James declared furiously.
"But the bagel is half-eaten and covered in saliva."
"Throw the bagel at his head."
"The man turns into a bagel."
"Why did the man turn into a bagel??" Rob interupted, but he was ignored.
"Eat the bagel-man!" James answered.
"The bagel man blows up!"
"Um… I get horrible third-degree burns."
"Red!" Stu shouted.
"What?" James asked, confused.
"Third degree burns are red. So you would be red!"
"Well, okay then." James rolled his eyes as he ended up back where the ridiculous conversation had started.
"You know, Stu, it's scary when you start to kind of make sense," Rob laughed.
"Uhm...red?" replied James.
"Why?"
"I dunno, because I like red?"
"That's no answer! You have to think about it!"
"Well, I don't know! What do you think my color would be?" James said, getting frustrated.
"Well, if you found a ten-pound note on the street what would you do?" Stu asked.
"Keep it."
"What if it belonged to someone else?" asked Rob.
James scowled. "Well, I found it! And I'm not going to ask around all day if someone dropped a tenner."
"You have a bagel, what do you do with it?" asked Stu suddenly.
James blinked, confused. "Eat it, of course."
"A man comes up to you and tells you the bagel is poisonous, what do you do?"
"Stop eating the bagel."
"The man takes the bagel from you and eats it, and it turns out its not posionous."
"So he stole my bagel! I want it back!" James declared furiously.
"But the bagel is half-eaten and covered in saliva."
"Throw the bagel at his head."
"The man turns into a bagel."
"Why did the man turn into a bagel??" Rob interupted, but he was ignored.
"Eat the bagel-man!" James answered.
"The bagel man blows up!"
"Um… I get horrible third-degree burns."
"Red!" Stu shouted.
"What?" James asked, confused.
"Third degree burns are red. So you would be red!"
"Well, okay then." James rolled his eyes as he ended up back where the ridiculous conversation had started.
"You know, Stu, it's scary when you start to kind of make sense," Rob laughed.
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 16
A Song That Makes You Cry (Or Nearly).
Hurt, by Johnny Cash.
I know, I know. But it is one hell of a sad song, y'know? The Sweets by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs also gets me, because of how I felt when I first heard it, and - as silly as this sounds - that I'm Blue ("I'm blue, baba-dee, baba-di!") song makes me really sad too, beacuse it reminds me of being a kid and never worrying about anything.
Hurt, by Johnny Cash.
I know, I know. But it is one hell of a sad song, y'know? The Sweets by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs also gets me, because of how I felt when I first heard it, and - as silly as this sounds - that I'm Blue ("I'm blue, baba-dee, baba-di!") song makes me really sad too, beacuse it reminds me of being a kid and never worrying about anything.
Thursday, June 3
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 15
A Fanfic.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3437961/1/
It's a Tale of Two Cities fic that I read awhile ago. Don't worry, I don't really expect you to read it. :P
Man, I haven't been on fanfiction.net in aaaaages.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3437961/1/
It's a Tale of Two Cities fic that I read awhile ago. Don't worry, I don't really expect you to read it. :P
Man, I haven't been on fanfiction.net in aaaaages.
Tuesday, June 1
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 14
A Non-Fiction Book.
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, by John Berendt.
I'm about three-quarters of the way through it, and it has captivated me.
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, by John Berendt.
I'm about three-quarters of the way through it, and it has captivated me.
Sunday, May 30
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 13
A Fictional Book.
A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
Love it love it love it!
A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
Love it love it love it!
Saturday, May 29
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 12
Whatever Tickles Your Fancy.
The Catcher In the Rye
by J. D. Salinger
Ultra-Condensed by David J. Parker
Holden Caulfield: Angst angst angst swear curse swear crazy crazy angst swear curse, society sucks, and I'm a stupid jerk.
THE END.
I love this website.
(http://www.rinkworks.com/bookaminute/classics.shtml)
The Catcher In the Rye
by J. D. Salinger
Ultra-Condensed by David J. Parker
Holden Caulfield: Angst angst angst swear curse swear crazy crazy angst swear curse, society sucks, and I'm a stupid jerk.
THE END.
I love this website.
(http://www.rinkworks.com/bookaminute/classics.shtml)
Friday, May 28
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 11
A Photo of You Taken Recently.
Not just me, but hey. And does February counts as recent? I guess so. And it's kinds blurry, but that's the computer's fault.
Thursday, May 27
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 10
A Photo Taken Of You Over Ten Years Ago.
...Probably in my tummy.
Jessica is happy with her cookie. Oh no! It's gone! Wheeeeere is it?
...Probably in my tummy.
Tuesday, May 25
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 9
A Photo You Took.
Just a random photo I took in my room of my little brother Joel with my bowling pin, which my feet were included in. I like it, just because there's something sorta random about it. I mean, you couldn't really plan it. I was just sitting there screwing around with the camera, which was kinda broken, and Joel was keeping me company with his awful comedy routines, and I thought I'd fixed the camera, so I took a photo. And that's it.
Sunday, May 23
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 8
A Photo That Makes You Angry/Sad.
I'll admit, that sometimes my brother is a pain in the ass and I would love to bash his brians out with rocks. However, I don't, because I am not a sadistic cold-hearted AWFUL PERSON.
Unfortunately, one day, some people thought that it would be hilarious to chuck rocks at some kid they hardly knew while he was walking home from school, resulting in the above photo - which was taken so that my mum could go to the police, who sorted it out.
Seeing this makes me remember how evil the world we live in is. And although I don't like to believe it, when I see this, it makes me feel that William Golding was right - all human beings are essentially cruel savages.
I'll admit, that sometimes my brother is a pain in the ass and I would love to bash his brians out with rocks. However, I don't, because I am not a sadistic cold-hearted AWFUL PERSON.
Unfortunately, one day, some people thought that it would be hilarious to chuck rocks at some kid they hardly knew while he was walking home from school, resulting in the above photo - which was taken so that my mum could go to the police, who sorted it out.
Seeing this makes me remember how evil the world we live in is. And although I don't like to believe it, when I see this, it makes me feel that William Golding was right - all human beings are essentially cruel savages.
Saturday, May 22
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 7
A Photo That Makes You Happy.
BAHAHAHAHA!! This never ever ever fails to make me laugh. Oh you, that Super Flagg. I mean, seriously, what was she doing??
BAHAHAHAHA!! This never ever ever fails to make me laugh. Oh you, that Super Flagg. I mean, seriously, what was she doing??
Friday, May 21
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 6
Thursday, May 20
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 5
Your Favourite Quote.
"Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, for the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't belive in magic will never find it."
-Roald Dahl
I just think that they're very very good words to live by. And let's face it, Roald Dahl was a genius.
"Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, for the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't belive in magic will never find it."
-Roald Dahl
I just think that they're very very good words to live by. And let's face it, Roald Dahl was a genius.
Tuesday, May 18
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 4
Your Favourite Book.
Argh! Now that is a difficult freaking decision. I need another list.
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Capt. Hook by JV Hart
King Rat by China Mieville
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh (eve though I haven't quite finished it...)
But of course there can only be one winner.
Watership Down by Richard Adams.
Okay, it's about rabbits. Some people think rabbits are lame. These rabbits are not lame. Woundwort is one freaking crazy psychopath rabbit. I first read this book when I was like 9, and I've loved it ever since. It is just so amazing. Read it. I know you haven't.
Argh! Now that is a difficult freaking decision. I need another list.
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Capt. Hook by JV Hart
King Rat by China Mieville
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh (eve though I haven't quite finished it...)
But of course there can only be one winner.
Watership Down by Richard Adams.
Okay, it's about rabbits. Some people think rabbits are lame. These rabbits are not lame. Woundwort is one freaking crazy psychopath rabbit. I first read this book when I was like 9, and I've loved it ever since. It is just so amazing. Read it. I know you haven't.
Monday, May 17
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 3
Your Favourite Television Programme.
Easy. Of course, I also love Bones, Lie to Me, Family Guy et al, and so on...
But there can definately be only one winner.
Criminal Minds.
I never ever get sick of it. Ever.
Easy. Of course, I also love Bones, Lie to Me, Family Guy et al, and so on...
But there can definately be only one winner.
Criminal Minds.
I never ever get sick of it. Ever.
Sunday, May 16
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 2
Your Favourite Movie.
Oh jeez, another hard one??
Fine, another (shorter) shortlist:
Schindler's List
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
The Dark Knight
Transamerica
Where the Wild Things Are
A Clockwork Orange
But my favourite, after much deliberaton, is a film that no-one else has seen, I bet. It's probably not to anyone's else's taste. It's pretty weird... It's just so sad, and different, and clever, and the acting is so good, and I just love it. It's basically just a story of one guy's unrequited love for his best friend, and his search for his mother.
My Own Private Idaho.
I'd recommend it, but I don't think anyone else woul enjoy it much. I took a while to warm up to it; the first time I saw it I just thought it was too weird, and a little too dodgy. But now I love it. Lots.
Oh jeez, another hard one??
Fine, another (shorter) shortlist:
Schindler's List
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
The Dark Knight
Transamerica
Where the Wild Things Are
A Clockwork Orange
But my favourite, after much deliberaton, is a film that no-one else has seen, I bet. It's probably not to anyone's else's taste. It's pretty weird... It's just so sad, and different, and clever, and the acting is so good, and I just love it. It's basically just a story of one guy's unrequited love for his best friend, and his search for his mother.
My Own Private Idaho.
I'd recommend it, but I don't think anyone else woul enjoy it much. I took a while to warm up to it; the first time I saw it I just thought it was too weird, and a little too dodgy. But now I love it. Lots.
Saturday, May 15
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 1
Your Favourite Song.
Well, okay, we'll start with a hard one. Geez.
Well, I'm gonna have to do a Highly Commended List first.
Malibu, Hole
The Sweets, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Lazy Confessions, The Moldy Peaches
Pacifier, Shihad
Animal Nitrate, Suede
Supersonic, Oasis
Heart-Shaped Box, Nirvana
Mr. Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan
Handsome and Gretel, Babes in Toyland
Gouge Away, Pixies
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up), Florence + the Machine
When You Were Young, The Killers
Height Down, Aleka's Attic
But I guess, when I think about it, I have one song that I have loved ever since I can remember, that I can listen to over and over and over again without fail, because it is so so amazing and beautiful and just plain incredible. When the cello and drums come in, that is just amazing to me, still. Everything about ths song is brilliant, and I don't care whether it's about love or lack of, I just can't ever get sick of it.
Wonderwall, Oasis.
Of course, if you asked me again next week, I'd probably say something different. But this is what I decided for today.
Well, okay, we'll start with a hard one. Geez.
Well, I'm gonna have to do a Highly Commended List first.
Malibu, Hole
The Sweets, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Lazy Confessions, The Moldy Peaches
Pacifier, Shihad
Animal Nitrate, Suede
Supersonic, Oasis
Heart-Shaped Box, Nirvana
Mr. Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan
Handsome and Gretel, Babes in Toyland
Gouge Away, Pixies
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up), Florence + the Machine
When You Were Young, The Killers
Height Down, Aleka's Attic
But I guess, when I think about it, I have one song that I have loved ever since I can remember, that I can listen to over and over and over again without fail, because it is so so amazing and beautiful and just plain incredible. When the cello and drums come in, that is just amazing to me, still. Everything about ths song is brilliant, and I don't care whether it's about love or lack of, I just can't ever get sick of it.
Wonderwall, Oasis.
Of course, if you asked me again next week, I'd probably say something different. But this is what I decided for today.
The 30 Day Challenge - Day 0
I'm not very good at writing blogs. I don't really have anything to say.
Soo...
I am going to do something extreme.
Gasp!
I am going to do the 30 Day Tumblr Challenge... on Blogger.
Cuz I'm cool.
But it'll be more like the 50-ish Day Challenge, because I don't get on the computer every day, and sometimes I'll forget.
But, hopefully it will be more interesting than anything else I could possibly do here.
And y'all might learn something!!
Soo... here we go.
:)
Soo...
I am going to do something extreme.
Gasp!
I am going to do the 30 Day Tumblr Challenge... on Blogger.
Cuz I'm cool.
But it'll be more like the 50-ish Day Challenge, because I don't get on the computer every day, and sometimes I'll forget.
But, hopefully it will be more interesting than anything else I could possibly do here.
And y'all might learn something!!
Soo... here we go.
:)
Thursday, May 13
Cuz You Gotta Share Something...
"Oh, the cactus needs a hug! Go on, make it feel needed. Do it, fuck features. Do it now. Caress the spine."
"Of course it's your tomato. You can do what the fuck you want with it. Except have sex with it."
"You can't do that to a jellyfish. I'm calling the authorities. You dirty jelly molester."
Sleep Talkin' Man.
Because I can't be bothered posting anything more interesting.
"Of course it's your tomato. You can do what the fuck you want with it. Except have sex with it."
"You can't do that to a jellyfish. I'm calling the authorities. You dirty jelly molester."
Sleep Talkin' Man.
Because I can't be bothered posting anything more interesting.
Sunday, May 9
I'm BAAAAAACK!!!
<< My little brother Joel drew this for me. I like it a lot. (:Well, hasn't it been awhile??
Do you know why?
It's because I am boring!
But I'm good with that.
Because I am happy, so screw everything else.
Now that's a philosophy!!
Guess who I think is awesome??
...
Other than myself, of course.
...
That's right!
...
David Bowie!!
(You didn't see that one coming, did you?)
Seriously, Rebel Rebel and Drive-In Saturday and Ziggy Stardust are awesome songs.
I finished King Rat awhile ago now, but I just have to say that it was a fantastic (although weird) book. Now I'm reading Trainspotting, which is really really good, but it's hard going because of the Scottish accent it's written in - and of course, some of the doings in there are pretty dodgy.
Arthur, from that kiddie's TV show Arthur, was apparantly an aardvark. What??
SCARF SLAP!!!
Ummity umm...
And that's it.
That's all I have to say.
Yeerp.
Bye bye, catboys.
Today's Quote: "He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife." -Douglas Adams
Tuesday, April 27
Wow.
Well, I had a fucking awesome time at Sheliah Winn last night. Soo much fun. Especially going to Davis Trading, and laughing at all their bizarre food, like vine leaves in ridiculous quantities and mud fish in a jar and this weird 'lolly' that was actually like a birdseed pancake; and walking to Subway and Downtown and having some lols and NOT getting raped; and laughing at the funny performances, and the shitty ones; and winning a pretty neat-o award. And I was only on stage for like half of our piece. The Taming of the Shrew is always going to be special to me now. Act III, scene II. And the character of Katherine.
Now I have to get organised and get everything sorted to go to Dunedin in Spetember for NSSP - National Shakespeare Schools Production. And I might be able to stay with my cousin in Christchurch on the way home!
I got the coolest presents from Lauren and Keryn from France. Lauren got me a fancy French magic pen, which is ridiculously clever, and more awesome than Twink. Like! And Keryn got me the French version of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which is facsinating. And I can read it all prety much, because even though some of it I don't understand, I know the book so well that I can just guess my way through it. And I have an English copy to compare to. It's funny how all the puns have to be explained, because they don't make any sense in French. It's got little footnotes, explaining them. It's really funny. Like very much!
And that's all that I can really be bothered saying. Tootle-pip for now!
Today's Quote: "Exit, pursued by a bear." -William Shakespeare (stage direction in The Winter's Tale)
Now I have to get organised and get everything sorted to go to Dunedin in Spetember for NSSP - National Shakespeare Schools Production. And I might be able to stay with my cousin in Christchurch on the way home!
I got the coolest presents from Lauren and Keryn from France. Lauren got me a fancy French magic pen, which is ridiculously clever, and more awesome than Twink. Like! And Keryn got me the French version of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which is facsinating. And I can read it all prety much, because even though some of it I don't understand, I know the book so well that I can just guess my way through it. And I have an English copy to compare to. It's funny how all the puns have to be explained, because they don't make any sense in French. It's got little footnotes, explaining them. It's really funny. Like very much!
And that's all that I can really be bothered saying. Tootle-pip for now!
Today's Quote: "Exit, pursued by a bear." -William Shakespeare (stage direction in The Winter's Tale)
Saturday, April 24
Awesome Song. Next Item of Business? Fuck It.
My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens, they've all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each ones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
Fuck it! Stop that. Making me feel all wibbly-wobbly guilty. RAWR! Don't! Don't do that!
Fuck it. I'm going. NOW.
Back to the womb...
Once A Free Bird.
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens, they've all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each ones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
Fuck it! Stop that. Making me feel all wibbly-wobbly guilty. RAWR! Don't! Don't do that!
Fuck it. I'm going. NOW.
Back to the womb...
Once A Free Bird.
Friday, April 23
Oops.
Um, well, I'm not nuts. I'm just wired differently. And when I wanna say something, but I don't want to come out and say it, I get a little metaphorical, a little oblique. I don't even understand it half the time. Sorry, it must be annoying.
Um, well, I should go and do my stupid History assignment now. Or maybe have some lunch. I didn't have any breakfast, so lunch is probably a good move. Lunch, then assignment.
Today's Quote: "A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?" -Albert Einstein
Um, well, I should go and do my stupid History assignment now. Or maybe have some lunch. I didn't have any breakfast, so lunch is probably a good move. Lunch, then assignment.
Today's Quote: "A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?" -Albert Einstein
Thursday, April 22
Oh Heeeeell
Dammit that Ugly Shakespeare performance was hilarious. Just seriously freaking hilarious!!
I am so sick of hearing your boring stupid stories! Seriously! No-one cares! Keep them to yourself, please, because I am sick of hearing from you! For Bog's sake just - just - just no. Okay? Just no. Please.
Yay for movies at school! Angela's Ashes is so far very - well, not exactly enjoyable, but very good. And Romeo + Juliet is good, even though I'm not a fan of the modernisation whilst keeping the Shakespearian language.
Man, it's cold! Boo!!
Oh great. Here comes the hounds. I am soo looking foward to the tales. Oh yes. Because I love being made to feel stupid. No, really, go on, you're not being insensitive at all. Please continue.
I can predict the future.
Well, at least the ridiculous farce of French class is over. Although, I managed to complete a 12905 and read like 50 pages of my book. King Rat, by China Mieville (who is actually a tough-looking bald guy, with lots of rings in his ear, who doesn't look like a writer. He looks a hell of a lot tougher and scarier than he sounds. His name sounds like a hippie gypsy chick, which he certainly isn't). It is a freaking awesome book. Read it. Even the lagnuage used is awesome. It's pretty unusual - the whole book, not just the language - but it is soo good.
"Piper-man fucker better steel himself for some animal magic."
This sentence is quite awesome to say aloud. xD
Oh, you know the insects with stabby penises that I was talking about yesterday? Find a better explantion (with dinosaurs!) here:
http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=1604
Some people are awesome. These people are rare and when you find one, you should lasso them and never, ever let them escape because they are pure sawesome. As in, super-awesome. It's a portmanteau. My sawesome person knows all about portmanteaus because I told them about them. And told them how to spell the word, 'portmanteau'.
Sawesome people are sawesome. Not sawesome people are not.
Today's Quote: "An intellectual is a man who takes more words than necessary to tell more than he knows." -Dwight D. Eisenhower
I am so sick of hearing your boring stupid stories! Seriously! No-one cares! Keep them to yourself, please, because I am sick of hearing from you! For Bog's sake just - just - just no. Okay? Just no. Please.
Yay for movies at school! Angela's Ashes is so far very - well, not exactly enjoyable, but very good. And Romeo + Juliet is good, even though I'm not a fan of the modernisation whilst keeping the Shakespearian language.
Man, it's cold! Boo!!
Oh great. Here comes the hounds. I am soo looking foward to the tales. Oh yes. Because I love being made to feel stupid. No, really, go on, you're not being insensitive at all. Please continue.
I can predict the future.
Well, at least the ridiculous farce of French class is over. Although, I managed to complete a 12905 and read like 50 pages of my book. King Rat, by China Mieville (who is actually a tough-looking bald guy, with lots of rings in his ear, who doesn't look like a writer. He looks a hell of a lot tougher and scarier than he sounds. His name sounds like a hippie gypsy chick, which he certainly isn't). It is a freaking awesome book. Read it. Even the lagnuage used is awesome. It's pretty unusual - the whole book, not just the language - but it is soo good.
"Piper-man fucker better steel himself for some animal magic."
This sentence is quite awesome to say aloud. xD
Oh, you know the insects with stabby penises that I was talking about yesterday? Find a better explantion (with dinosaurs!) here:
http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=1604
Some people are awesome. These people are rare and when you find one, you should lasso them and never, ever let them escape because they are pure sawesome. As in, super-awesome. It's a portmanteau. My sawesome person knows all about portmanteaus because I told them about them. And told them how to spell the word, 'portmanteau'.
Sawesome people are sawesome. Not sawesome people are not.
Today's Quote: "An intellectual is a man who takes more words than necessary to tell more than he knows." -Dwight D. Eisenhower
Tuesday, April 20
Still Bored
Nah, I can't be bothered.
Really there is nothing to say right now.
I have pins and needles.
Well, there is that.
I'm gutted I missed my free lunch. But Sheliah Winn is going well, it's better now that we don't have rehearsals all the time. That was annoying.
Today's Quote: "Everything you can imagine is real." -Pablo Picasso
Really there is nothing to say right now.
I have pins and needles.
Well, there is that.
I'm gutted I missed my free lunch. But Sheliah Winn is going well, it's better now that we don't have rehearsals all the time. That was annoying.
Today's Quote: "Everything you can imagine is real." -Pablo Picasso
Sunday, April 18
Drifting
Well, first day back of school. Nothing overly interesting happened. Well, I got my Commedia assessment mark back in Drama - an Excellence, which I was hoping for. Good start. Maths sucked - I don't understand half of what comes out of Mrs North's mouth, and I get worried thinking that I won't be able to pass my exams. Because I'm terrified of failure. French sucked too - God, what is the point? It's just another fucking reminder.
You know, I don't even know why I bother with a bloggie. Nothing in my life is overly interesting.
Ho hum, sometimes I feel as if nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I mean, I don't really do anything. I concentrate on my schoolwork. That's it. Sure, I have mates, but I don't see them very often outside of school. I don't really have any hobbies. I do the occasional thing, like Sheliah Winn, or production, but that doesn't last very long. Really, there's not a lot happening in my life. I sort of...drift. Yeah, drift. What am I aiming towards? What am I doing?
What is my purpose in life?
What is the meaning of life?
Oh heeeeell, I'm getting all deep and philosophical.
Seriously though, all I do is concentrate on school. I guess I'm hoping that I'll go through university and get an awesome job as a lecturer/professor, and then I'll be able to jetset round the world, and expand my tiny universe, and hopefully eventually I'll have a family. Until then, well, I'll just sit here in front of the computer viewing the same old websites and I'll read some old books and listen to some old music and watch old episodes of The Simpsons and eat the same meal every night and wear the same clothes everyday and crack the same jokes every lunchtime and get the same marks every assignment and think the same thoughts every night.
God, what am I doing?
Okay, so if you know there's a problem, great. But what happens if you've got no fucking idea how to fix it?
Today's Quote: "To die would be an awfully big adventure." -JM Barrie (Pater Pan)
You know, I don't even know why I bother with a bloggie. Nothing in my life is overly interesting.
Ho hum, sometimes I feel as if nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I mean, I don't really do anything. I concentrate on my schoolwork. That's it. Sure, I have mates, but I don't see them very often outside of school. I don't really have any hobbies. I do the occasional thing, like Sheliah Winn, or production, but that doesn't last very long. Really, there's not a lot happening in my life. I sort of...drift. Yeah, drift. What am I aiming towards? What am I doing?
What is my purpose in life?
What is the meaning of life?
Oh heeeeell, I'm getting all deep and philosophical.
Seriously though, all I do is concentrate on school. I guess I'm hoping that I'll go through university and get an awesome job as a lecturer/professor, and then I'll be able to jetset round the world, and expand my tiny universe, and hopefully eventually I'll have a family. Until then, well, I'll just sit here in front of the computer viewing the same old websites and I'll read some old books and listen to some old music and watch old episodes of The Simpsons and eat the same meal every night and wear the same clothes everyday and crack the same jokes every lunchtime and get the same marks every assignment and think the same thoughts every night.
God, what am I doing?
Okay, so if you know there's a problem, great. But what happens if you've got no fucking idea how to fix it?
Today's Quote: "To die would be an awfully big adventure." -JM Barrie (Pater Pan)
Thursday, April 15
Woot.
I just posted part five of Family Portrait and now I feel clever. It's been like 2 months since my last post, so I feel very relieved. That would have been the end, but I was so inspired that I wrote and epilogue. Go me! Well, I actually wrote the epilogue cuz I didn't like the ending I'd written. :P
It's my cousin's birthday today. I really wish I could be in Chch with her. I miss her soo much. It's not fair.
My life is soo boring. It really is. Oh well, going to Izark's today, should be good.
Haha Cornflaggen rang me last night. I knew it was gonna be her so I answered the phone with 'Speak and be recognised, O Mortal'. She thought it was weird. xD Then a friend of Mum's rang up, and I answered the phone with my line about Rent-A-Ninja. I've decided that whenever I answer the phone, I'll do it with something ridiculous. It's like my training in not caring what people think and having the guts to do what I want!
When Jessica asked where Iz's house is, I told her that I thought it was Seddon Street, and that I was pretty sure there was a trampoline in the front. To clarify, I told her that there was a path going up to the front door and a tree.
Yeah, I'm useless.
Yeeeeeeah.
I wanto to see Midnight Cowboy. Apparantly it's very very cool. And The Deer Hunter. Looks intense. Old movies for the win.
I'd better go get dressed. I'm supposed to be at Iz's in half an hour, and I have to walk there.
Today's Quote: "Even writers need relief from words." -Sarah Vowell
It's my cousin's birthday today. I really wish I could be in Chch with her. I miss her soo much. It's not fair.
My life is soo boring. It really is. Oh well, going to Izark's today, should be good.
Haha Cornflaggen rang me last night. I knew it was gonna be her so I answered the phone with 'Speak and be recognised, O Mortal'. She thought it was weird. xD Then a friend of Mum's rang up, and I answered the phone with my line about Rent-A-Ninja. I've decided that whenever I answer the phone, I'll do it with something ridiculous. It's like my training in not caring what people think and having the guts to do what I want!
When Jessica asked where Iz's house is, I told her that I thought it was Seddon Street, and that I was pretty sure there was a trampoline in the front. To clarify, I told her that there was a path going up to the front door and a tree.
Yeah, I'm useless.
Yeeeeeeah.
I wanto to see Midnight Cowboy. Apparantly it's very very cool. And The Deer Hunter. Looks intense. Old movies for the win.
I'd better go get dressed. I'm supposed to be at Iz's in half an hour, and I have to walk there.
Today's Quote: "Even writers need relief from words." -Sarah Vowell
Friday, April 9
Life, The Universe and Everything
This is my 42nd post! This post contains The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.
Actually, it just contains more of my blahblahblah-ing. Sorry to disappoint you guys.
Criminal Minds tomorrow...I am very excited, I freaking love this show. If you don't watch it - you really really really should. Really.
Ooh! I just found out today that Hole are releasing a new album!! Nobody's Daughter is coming out sometime this month and I am going to get it. Woot!
Today we went over to Nan and Pop's house to meet Mum's cousin Simon and his family. It was awkward. Meeting stranger relatives/relative strangers always is. Simon and his wife have three kids - a girl called Caldonia who's my age, and then two other girls who are like eight and six or something called Sabine and Romi. Weird names, right? They live in Aussie. You can tell as soon as they open their mouths. We weren't there for very long, Dad took us home while Mum took them to see the windmills. Boring.
I've nearly finished Family Portrait. The end is nigh - FINALLY! Just recently there's been a sudden influx of people adding it to favs/alerts, so hopefully the last part will get a good response - I think this fic already has my highest number of reviews, but I'd have to check that. It's either that or Holidays, which is one of my favourites.
Not much else to say. I am soo boring.
Today's Quote: "Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face." -Dave Barry
Actually, it just contains more of my blahblahblah-ing. Sorry to disappoint you guys.
Criminal Minds tomorrow...I am very excited, I freaking love this show. If you don't watch it - you really really really should. Really.
Ooh! I just found out today that Hole are releasing a new album!! Nobody's Daughter is coming out sometime this month and I am going to get it. Woot!
Today we went over to Nan and Pop's house to meet Mum's cousin Simon and his family. It was awkward. Meeting stranger relatives/relative strangers always is. Simon and his wife have three kids - a girl called Caldonia who's my age, and then two other girls who are like eight and six or something called Sabine and Romi. Weird names, right? They live in Aussie. You can tell as soon as they open their mouths. We weren't there for very long, Dad took us home while Mum took them to see the windmills. Boring.
I've nearly finished Family Portrait. The end is nigh - FINALLY! Just recently there's been a sudden influx of people adding it to favs/alerts, so hopefully the last part will get a good response - I think this fic already has my highest number of reviews, but I'd have to check that. It's either that or Holidays, which is one of my favourites.
Not much else to say. I am soo boring.
Today's Quote: "Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face." -Dave Barry
Tuesday, April 6
Wormies!!
We went to minigolf today.
I did not win.
I came 3rd after Poppa and Nana.
Nah, it's okay, I suck at minigolf, I know.
Ten-pin bowling is my talent :P
"One day, you are going to be President of Idaho. Everyone taller than you will be fed to wolves."
You know what I'm sick of?? Vampires. Seriously.
And that ad for the Rugby World Cup, with that song. I've heard it so many times already, and it's not even till 2011!!
I love Last.fm. It's a good way to find new music... Started listening to a whole lot of stuff by Aleka's Attic and Help She Can't Swim. Oh yeah, indie music for the win.
OMGOMGOMG!!
Criminal Minds is coming back at long last!! I'll finally get to see what happens to Hotch!!
BUT...
It's moving times!! It's now on Sunday at 8.30pm...at the same time as Bones! Whatever shall I do??
Maybe I can tape Bones and watch it on Saturday night, when there's nothing on. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
Bleurgh. We had crumbed chicken sausages for dinner. I hate sausages, and I hate schnitzel, and these were like sausages and schnitzel mixed together. YUCK!!
Malcolm in the Middle is so funny. Escpecially the realy old episodes. Francis is so funny.
"Don't you worry, son, those are just lies I told to get prescription drugs!"
Today's Quote: "A psycho with a whistle...that's not too weird..." -Reid (Criminal Minds)
I did not win.
I came 3rd after Poppa and Nana.
Nah, it's okay, I suck at minigolf, I know.
Ten-pin bowling is my talent :P
"One day, you are going to be President of Idaho. Everyone taller than you will be fed to wolves."
You know what I'm sick of?? Vampires. Seriously.
And that ad for the Rugby World Cup, with that song. I've heard it so many times already, and it's not even till 2011!!
I love Last.fm. It's a good way to find new music... Started listening to a whole lot of stuff by Aleka's Attic and Help She Can't Swim. Oh yeah, indie music for the win.
OMGOMGOMG!!
Criminal Minds is coming back at long last!! I'll finally get to see what happens to Hotch!!
BUT...
It's moving times!! It's now on Sunday at 8.30pm...at the same time as Bones! Whatever shall I do??
Maybe I can tape Bones and watch it on Saturday night, when there's nothing on. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
Bleurgh. We had crumbed chicken sausages for dinner. I hate sausages, and I hate schnitzel, and these were like sausages and schnitzel mixed together. YUCK!!
Malcolm in the Middle is so funny. Escpecially the realy old episodes. Francis is so funny.
"Don't you worry, son, those are just lies I told to get prescription drugs!"
Today's Quote: "A psycho with a whistle...that's not too weird..." -Reid (Criminal Minds)
Monday, April 5
“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell … that was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
- Holly, Breakfast At Tiffany's, written by Truman Capote
- Holly, Breakfast At Tiffany's, written by Truman Capote
Sunday, April 4
Futterwakken!!
We went to the Plaza today. I got fudge. :D
Holidays are so boring. There's stuff I need to do - finish Doctor Zhivago, finish my CM fic (it's been too long!!), start my Piper story (I'm in a good mindset for that at the moment, I should make the most of it) - but I'm just soo unmotivated. Nygh.
I want a new scarf. And some new hobo gloves. And you know what else I want?? A Mad Hatter t-shirt. And a Cat in the Hat hoodie. From JayJays. Oh, and I need some more winter clothes, I'm going to freeze at this rate, all I've got is some very thin cardigans.
Today's Quote: "The reason lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn't there the second time." -Willie Tyler
Holidays are so boring. There's stuff I need to do - finish Doctor Zhivago, finish my CM fic (it's been too long!!), start my Piper story (I'm in a good mindset for that at the moment, I should make the most of it) - but I'm just soo unmotivated. Nygh.
I want a new scarf. And some new hobo gloves. And you know what else I want?? A Mad Hatter t-shirt. And a Cat in the Hat hoodie. From JayJays. Oh, and I need some more winter clothes, I'm going to freeze at this rate, all I've got is some very thin cardigans.
Today's Quote: "The reason lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn't there the second time." -Willie Tyler
Friday, April 2
"Hey, I'm starting to feel okay / Lucky number nine, hooray."
Bob Dylan and JD Salinger are geniuses. They have healing powers. Best of Dylan and The Catcher in the Rye are magical instant improve-everything pieces of awesome.
Ew! Dad sprayed flyspray and I'm being gassed to death! Heeeelp meeeeee...
Ew! Dad sprayed flyspray and I'm being gassed to death! Heeeelp meeeeee...
I just need some time. Please, let me sort all this shit out in my head. I feel like I'm just going to drown in all of this. Let me have these two weeks to get it all together, put it behind me, come to terms with it, lock it away, burn it off, forget about it, accept it, get distracted from it, anything. Just let me be like this for awhile. Let me be fragile. Please.
Giving it all away
You're going to wake up someone
Study it all
The wings, they crowd your face
You're going to end up like one
Trouble at home
Travel away you say
The road don't like me
Travel it all away
The road's going to end on me
Stand on my feet
Danced the warrior
Where would I be?
I'd be a warrior
Now the strangers have caught on
And they're riding in the back seat
The river's going to wash all
Yeah, the river, it spoke to me
It told me I'm small
And I swallowed it down
If I make it at all
Trouble at home
Travel away, you say
The road don't like me
Travel it all away
The road's going to get all me
Like a warrior
Danced the warrior
Giving it all away
You're going to wake up someone
Study it all
The wings, they crowd your face
You're going to end up like one
Trouble at home
Travel away you say
The road don't like me
Travel it all away
The road's going to end on me
Stand on my feet
Danced the warrior
Where would I be?
I'd be a warrior
Now the strangers have caught on
And they're riding in the back seat
The river's going to wash all
Yeah, the river, it spoke to me
It told me I'm small
And I swallowed it down
If I make it at all
Trouble at home
Travel away, you say
The road don't like me
Travel it all away
The road's going to get all me
Like a warrior
Danced the warrior
Thursday, April 1
Забыли все уважают. Рад, что вы ушли.
I woke up on Thursday morning happier than I've been in a while. A long while. Then I remembered something that started me off on the slide downwards, which everyone saw the result of at interval.
I was really happy that everyone seemed to have remembered and taken notice of the same thing, and were doing their best to make me feel better. One person in particular.
Turns out, it was all bullshit. They weren't thinking of me at all. That's cool, guys, I'm used to it. Nice of you to tell me what was actually going on though. You know how I really hate being kept in the dark. Oh wait. Not one of you fucking bothered. Didn't you think I should have been informed? Nah, you thought it'd be cool to make oblique hints that could have been about anything, which I thought was about something entirely different. FINALLY someone bothered to fill me in.
Fast slow living is holding me back
Wishing that my baby never told me that
Can't even cope to make it last
Then it passed me by
I wish people were always the same as they were when you first met them. Isn't that awful when someone you thought you know turns out to be something completely different? You feel lied to, even if they don't see it that way.
You know something worse? 'I was gonna tell you'. Someone that you trust tells you that and that illusion if gone, just fucking gone. Along with everything you thought that you knew about that person. Down the fucking drain and you're left without even a clue of who they are.
And you wanted it, wanted it, wanted it again
My dear you've been used
I'm breaking in the news
And as for the person who thinks that they're being noble when they're actually just being a vindictive, inconsiderate ASSHOLE. Well, there I was thinking you were alright. Nope, back to the first impression. You make me sick. I could hardly look at you. I mean, for FUCK'S SAKE, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you seriously that awful? I didn't believe you were. More fool me.
Lost all reason for playing your games
Better quit staring because you're looking the same
Can't even cope to make a change
Then it passed me by
I thank fuck for the small number of decent people on this earth. Even if they won't say anything, you know it's because of their decency and you know that they actually do care about you and how you feel and how you feel about something that's happened. Especially when everybody else cares more about some fucking act of utter stupidity than the best day of your life, or your utter disappointment and feelings of abandonement.
And those who don't know anything about what's happened, and you didn't like them that much,
but now you realise that they are truly decent because they wanted to cheer you up without any ulterior motives, without any false empathy - you know this because they were under no obligation to make you feel good, they have nothing to do with you except for that one class, but they decided that they cared and they helped, fuck they helped so much. I fucking wish that I could have sat in History all fucking day.
And to those who understand without understanding. They know nothing as you refuse to tell them. But they understand the feelings and they know that you didn't mean it. They offer a shoulder without prying. They almost make you fucking cry in the goddamn corridor with their goodness.
And we'll take it over
And make it mine
Use me up, use me up
Taper off and I'm moonlight
Fuck. I just...don't even know...I've lost almost all my respect. And I...feel sick at the thought...just...don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me.
I was really happy that everyone seemed to have remembered and taken notice of the same thing, and were doing their best to make me feel better. One person in particular.
Turns out, it was all bullshit. They weren't thinking of me at all. That's cool, guys, I'm used to it. Nice of you to tell me what was actually going on though. You know how I really hate being kept in the dark. Oh wait. Not one of you fucking bothered. Didn't you think I should have been informed? Nah, you thought it'd be cool to make oblique hints that could have been about anything, which I thought was about something entirely different. FINALLY someone bothered to fill me in.
Fast slow living is holding me back
Wishing that my baby never told me that
Can't even cope to make it last
Then it passed me by
I wish people were always the same as they were when you first met them. Isn't that awful when someone you thought you know turns out to be something completely different? You feel lied to, even if they don't see it that way.
You know something worse? 'I was gonna tell you'. Someone that you trust tells you that and that illusion if gone, just fucking gone. Along with everything you thought that you knew about that person. Down the fucking drain and you're left without even a clue of who they are.
And you wanted it, wanted it, wanted it again
My dear you've been used
I'm breaking in the news
And as for the person who thinks that they're being noble when they're actually just being a vindictive, inconsiderate ASSHOLE. Well, there I was thinking you were alright. Nope, back to the first impression. You make me sick. I could hardly look at you. I mean, for FUCK'S SAKE, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you seriously that awful? I didn't believe you were. More fool me.
Lost all reason for playing your games
Better quit staring because you're looking the same
Can't even cope to make a change
Then it passed me by
I thank fuck for the small number of decent people on this earth. Even if they won't say anything, you know it's because of their decency and you know that they actually do care about you and how you feel and how you feel about something that's happened. Especially when everybody else cares more about some fucking act of utter stupidity than the best day of your life, or your utter disappointment and feelings of abandonement.
And those who don't know anything about what's happened, and you didn't like them that much,
but now you realise that they are truly decent because they wanted to cheer you up without any ulterior motives, without any false empathy - you know this because they were under no obligation to make you feel good, they have nothing to do with you except for that one class, but they decided that they cared and they helped, fuck they helped so much. I fucking wish that I could have sat in History all fucking day.
And to those who understand without understanding. They know nothing as you refuse to tell them. But they understand the feelings and they know that you didn't mean it. They offer a shoulder without prying. They almost make you fucking cry in the goddamn corridor with their goodness.
And we'll take it over
And make it mine
Use me up, use me up
Taper off and I'm moonlight
Fuck. I just...don't even know...I've lost almost all my respect. And I...feel sick at the thought...just...don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me.
Tuesday, March 30
UNYANZ
Today I attended the Central North Island Model United Nations conferance, hosted by UNYANZ (the United Nations Youth Association of New Zealnd). I was the Honourable Delgate for Australia. I’ve always wanted to go to a model UN, I’ve seen it on TV programmes and I never thought it was something that was done in NZ, so I jumped at the opportunity.
It was one of the best days I’ve had in awhile, debating the questions of climate change and the protection of human rights whilst countering terrorism. I really liked how all the procedures were the same as in the real UN, it made it feel very authentic and all the more informative and worthwhile.
It was all so interesting and I’ll definately go again next year, and hopefully I’ll also go to the 3-day NZ Model UN in July this year. Hopefully I’ll get a more interesting country next time; Australia is a little too similar to NZ!
I was going to amend on of the clauses in the second resolution - I sent a note to the USA delegate asking for them to second it, but she didn’t reply, so I sent a note to the Pakistan delegate, who were on the same side of the argument, and she agreed - but there were so many amendments that they closed them before I could get mine in. The clause I wanted to amend was removed later in the dabate’s amendment stage anyway. At least I tried!
I also made two Points of Information, both during the first resolution’s general debate, which was fun. I regret that I never had the guts to put myself on the speaking list. I definately will next time. But I’m pleased that I did actively participate, even if it was only on a minor scale. It was only my first conferance, and some people just sat there the whole time, so I’m proud that I gave it a good go.
So that’s my story for today. Overall, it was a really cool experience that I really enjoyed - and I got a day off school. I also missed an algebra test that I wasn’t ready for. xD
And yes, I do realise how nerdy attending the Model UN is. And how it’s even nerdier how much I enjoyed it. Hey, I’m a nerd. You all know that. :P
Today's Quote: "The United Nations is our one great hope for a peaceful and free world." - Ralph Bunche
It was one of the best days I’ve had in awhile, debating the questions of climate change and the protection of human rights whilst countering terrorism. I really liked how all the procedures were the same as in the real UN, it made it feel very authentic and all the more informative and worthwhile.
It was all so interesting and I’ll definately go again next year, and hopefully I’ll also go to the 3-day NZ Model UN in July this year. Hopefully I’ll get a more interesting country next time; Australia is a little too similar to NZ!
I was going to amend on of the clauses in the second resolution - I sent a note to the USA delegate asking for them to second it, but she didn’t reply, so I sent a note to the Pakistan delegate, who were on the same side of the argument, and she agreed - but there were so many amendments that they closed them before I could get mine in. The clause I wanted to amend was removed later in the dabate’s amendment stage anyway. At least I tried!
I also made two Points of Information, both during the first resolution’s general debate, which was fun. I regret that I never had the guts to put myself on the speaking list. I definately will next time. But I’m pleased that I did actively participate, even if it was only on a minor scale. It was only my first conferance, and some people just sat there the whole time, so I’m proud that I gave it a good go.
So that’s my story for today. Overall, it was a really cool experience that I really enjoyed - and I got a day off school. I also missed an algebra test that I wasn’t ready for. xD
And yes, I do realise how nerdy attending the Model UN is. And how it’s even nerdier how much I enjoyed it. Hey, I’m a nerd. You all know that. :P
Today's Quote: "The United Nations is our one great hope for a peaceful and free world." - Ralph Bunche
Sunday, March 28
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Ho boy.
Well, I'm glad production is over. At last. Everything seems to be over. My History assignment, production, my Drama assessment, it's all just ended. Weird. And school's nearly over for the term, which means holidays.
Humph. Mixed feeling about that.
Uh, I dunno what to write and really can't be bothered writing anything anyway. This weekend I meant to finish my CM fic but I didn't. I also wanted to start the short story that's floating round my head. It's about a girl named Greta. That's all I'm saying. :)
My head hurts.
Nyeahgf.
UGAGs for the win.
Today's Quote: "All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." -George Orwell (Animal Farm)
Well, I'm glad production is over. At last. Everything seems to be over. My History assignment, production, my Drama assessment, it's all just ended. Weird. And school's nearly over for the term, which means holidays.
Humph. Mixed feeling about that.
Uh, I dunno what to write and really can't be bothered writing anything anyway. This weekend I meant to finish my CM fic but I didn't. I also wanted to start the short story that's floating round my head. It's about a girl named Greta. That's all I'm saying. :)
My head hurts.
Nyeahgf.
UGAGs for the win.
Today's Quote: "All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." -George Orwell (Animal Farm)
Saturday, March 27
Randoming It Out
Worms, bees, tics, fleas
Let's go go GO!
Let's go go GO!
"It's something you'll get used to / A mental mind fuck can be nice."
-Frank N. Furter, 'The Rocky Horror Picture show'
Thursday, March 25
Squiglet and Disney
Of course, I know you all want to see this.
The Piglet Squid.
Lives 300ft under the sea.
About the size of an orange.
I call him Squiglet.
Watching Disney films makes me feel both young and old. I love it. The nostalgia is amazing. That's what I'm going to do this weekend. I'm going to watch Disney movies on VHS that I haven't watched in ages.
I'm going to love it.
Production is boring but not bad. But I am over it.
Today's Quote: "If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." -Anatole France
Tuesday, March 23
Happyyyyy :)
I FINALLY finsihed my History assignment!! After so much work, I'd better get a freaking Excellence!!
Now I have all this Drama homework to do :P I'm looking foward to doing our Commedia assessment though. But I will be sad to finsih Commdia, it's fun.
Guess who's got SPINA BIFFIDA??
That's right! ME!!
I'm not kidding. I went to the doctor (Dr. Thomas's Dad) who had the results of my x-rays. He said I've got scoliosis of about 5 degrees up the top of my back, scoliosis of about 11 degrees lower down, and a type of spina biffida where, instead of the spinal cord not being fully formed, it's just the bones around it. Apparantly like 10% of the population have it, but you only know if you have an x-ray. He said that I'll never have to worry about it ever in my life, it's not serious.
I know it seems weird to be pleased about this, but it makes me feel kinda special. Weird, I know. :P
I was in such a shitty mood yesterday. You guys probably suffered, I know I probably snapped at you all. Though I must admit, even though everyone got pissed off at it, the whole moose thing consistently made me smile. Thanks Alex. All of you cheered me up though. You are all awesome.
Um...I can't think what else it was that I wanted to say...there was something...
"Zen chicken! Chickens are cool..."
Man am I glad that production is nearly over!! I'm SO SICK of rehearsals...
Joel wants the computer now. I must depart. I leve you with this grin.
:D
Today's Quote: "This is pretty much what journals are all about, at least to me. I knew as I wrote them that even though they provided an excellent place for brain (and heart, and psyche) dump, they were mainly a map of me." -Colleen Wainwright
Now I have all this Drama homework to do :P I'm looking foward to doing our Commedia assessment though. But I will be sad to finsih Commdia, it's fun.
Guess who's got SPINA BIFFIDA??
That's right! ME!!
I'm not kidding. I went to the doctor (Dr. Thomas's Dad) who had the results of my x-rays. He said I've got scoliosis of about 5 degrees up the top of my back, scoliosis of about 11 degrees lower down, and a type of spina biffida where, instead of the spinal cord not being fully formed, it's just the bones around it. Apparantly like 10% of the population have it, but you only know if you have an x-ray. He said that I'll never have to worry about it ever in my life, it's not serious.
I know it seems weird to be pleased about this, but it makes me feel kinda special. Weird, I know. :P
I was in such a shitty mood yesterday. You guys probably suffered, I know I probably snapped at you all. Though I must admit, even though everyone got pissed off at it, the whole moose thing consistently made me smile. Thanks Alex. All of you cheered me up though. You are all awesome.
Um...I can't think what else it was that I wanted to say...there was something...
"Zen chicken! Chickens are cool..."
Man am I glad that production is nearly over!! I'm SO SICK of rehearsals...
Joel wants the computer now. I must depart. I leve you with this grin.
:D
Today's Quote: "This is pretty much what journals are all about, at least to me. I knew as I wrote them that even though they provided an excellent place for brain (and heart, and psyche) dump, they were mainly a map of me." -Colleen Wainwright
Sunday, March 21
I Spent Like Five Minutes Trying To Think of a Witty Ttile, Then Gave Up
OMGOMGOMG Lazy Confession by The Moldy Peaches is officially my favourite song atm. It's very very short and simple but it's so...sweet? It's like kinda sad sounding at first, but then happy sounding and it's just awesome!! Listen to it, I command you!! http://www.last.fm/music/The+Moldy+Peaches/_/Lazy+Confessions
(The video's not the band, but it is the song. Well, it's half the song. But it's a taste anyway.)
Man I have spent soo long on my History assignment, it's driving me nuts. In enhlish today we were writing notes, and instead of writing '1950s' I wrote '1905'. I have read about Bloody Sunday (of 1905) sooo many times, I don't think that I'll ever forget it. For the reast of my life, I will be able to tell you about the life and screw-ups of Tsar Nicholas II. Gah! I mean, sure, it's an intersting topic, but this is getting excessive.
As for production, what a waste of 6 hours of my life. Seriously, it was so boring, and so pointless, it makes me mad. MAD I TELLS YA!! The only good thing about it was seeing Leone and Izark perform their music bits. Leone's performance of Memories (from Cats) was so good, it didn't even sound like Leone but I was blown away - I'd never heard Leone sing properly before. And Izark and his peeps did really well too - I must admit that when he told me they were doing a Death Cab For Cutie song, I was worried that they would ruin it - but Izark did very well, he sung it well.
See, my History project and production are taking over my subconscious. Last night I had a dream that Mrs Crofts was making us try to make her laugh by telling her about history. No shit, I'm not kidding. It's nuts.
The new Plaza is confusing! I got soo lost, then I made my way back into the old familiar bit and I was okay. And Farmers is like a hospital - so white and shiny, it's crazy. But there's Munchkins, and I love Munckins, so that's cool. I bought 200g of Russian fudge - I mean, I'm studying the Russian Revolution so I really didn't have any choice - and 200g of cookies 'n' cream fudge - my favourite. The Russian fudge (which is my second favourite) was called 'Moscow Munch', which made me laugh and the lady at the counter gave me a funny look. I'm like,
" 'Moscow Munch'. That's good." And she's like,
"Oo-kay. What would you like?" And I'm like,
"Some Moscow Munch please!! Just like the Tsar would have eaten. I know aaaall about him, oh yes I do." And then she gave me an even weirder look.
But she did serve me. Less nice staff might not have.
You know what's weird? I will warn you though, this is still connected to my History assignment. Yes, it has taken over my life. Anyway, you know the movie Anastacia? The Disney one? Well, I liked that movie when I was about six. I loved it. I must've watched it a million times. But I never got it. I mean, I never understood the historical stuff in it. Like, I always thought that it was all made up, I thought that Rasputin was a made-up Disney villian and that it was a pretend royal family. Now that I know about all that stuff from History, I pick up on all that. And I notice all the glaring historical innaccuracies!! I mean, it's all wrong. At the beginning, the Red Army soldiers come in during a ball and shoot everyone and then Rasputin (who is green and has a pet bat) comes in and curses everyone - like literally puts a curse on them. I haven't seen the film in awhile, but I'm pretty sure that's what happened. Unless I'm very much mistaken - that is, unless I've been hearing Mr. Patterson very very wrong - that is not at all what happened. Plus they've found the remains of Anastacia now, but maybe they hadn't in whatever year this was made.
Okay, here's something I bet you didn't know. In Russian, 'Anastacia' isn't prononced like it is in English - 'AN-a-sta-ja'. In Russian, it's pronounced 'An-NA-sta-CI-a'. Which sounds better. It's a pretty name, I think. When pronounced the Russian name, that is. Otherwise it reminds me of that singer from way back, who had a weird-sounding voice.
I know you don't remember the movie. I found the trailer and it made me feel all nostalgic. C'est ici: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QkurL3HPSA&feature=related
Uh, in maths we're doing logarithms. If they were inveted because they couldn't do the maths because it was too hard to do by hand, why do we have to learn it now that we have calculators?? Logs are obsolete. And stupid. POINTLESS! Why do we have to learn hard, pointless, obsolete things in Maths? Maths is stupid. I hate Maths. D:<
I think that's all for now.
Today's Quote: "Behind every great fortune there is a crime." Honeore de Balzac
(The video's not the band, but it is the song. Well, it's half the song. But it's a taste anyway.)
Man I have spent soo long on my History assignment, it's driving me nuts. In enhlish today we were writing notes, and instead of writing '1950s' I wrote '1905'. I have read about Bloody Sunday (of 1905) sooo many times, I don't think that I'll ever forget it. For the reast of my life, I will be able to tell you about the life and screw-ups of Tsar Nicholas II. Gah! I mean, sure, it's an intersting topic, but this is getting excessive.
As for production, what a waste of 6 hours of my life. Seriously, it was so boring, and so pointless, it makes me mad. MAD I TELLS YA!! The only good thing about it was seeing Leone and Izark perform their music bits. Leone's performance of Memories (from Cats) was so good, it didn't even sound like Leone but I was blown away - I'd never heard Leone sing properly before. And Izark and his peeps did really well too - I must admit that when he told me they were doing a Death Cab For Cutie song, I was worried that they would ruin it - but Izark did very well, he sung it well.
See, my History project and production are taking over my subconscious. Last night I had a dream that Mrs Crofts was making us try to make her laugh by telling her about history. No shit, I'm not kidding. It's nuts.
The new Plaza is confusing! I got soo lost, then I made my way back into the old familiar bit and I was okay. And Farmers is like a hospital - so white and shiny, it's crazy. But there's Munchkins, and I love Munckins, so that's cool. I bought 200g of Russian fudge - I mean, I'm studying the Russian Revolution so I really didn't have any choice - and 200g of cookies 'n' cream fudge - my favourite. The Russian fudge (which is my second favourite) was called 'Moscow Munch', which made me laugh and the lady at the counter gave me a funny look. I'm like,
" 'Moscow Munch'. That's good." And she's like,
"Oo-kay. What would you like?" And I'm like,
"Some Moscow Munch please!! Just like the Tsar would have eaten. I know aaaall about him, oh yes I do." And then she gave me an even weirder look.
But she did serve me. Less nice staff might not have.
You know what's weird? I will warn you though, this is still connected to my History assignment. Yes, it has taken over my life. Anyway, you know the movie Anastacia? The Disney one? Well, I liked that movie when I was about six. I loved it. I must've watched it a million times. But I never got it. I mean, I never understood the historical stuff in it. Like, I always thought that it was all made up, I thought that Rasputin was a made-up Disney villian and that it was a pretend royal family. Now that I know about all that stuff from History, I pick up on all that. And I notice all the glaring historical innaccuracies!! I mean, it's all wrong. At the beginning, the Red Army soldiers come in during a ball and shoot everyone and then Rasputin (who is green and has a pet bat) comes in and curses everyone - like literally puts a curse on them. I haven't seen the film in awhile, but I'm pretty sure that's what happened. Unless I'm very much mistaken - that is, unless I've been hearing Mr. Patterson very very wrong - that is not at all what happened. Plus they've found the remains of Anastacia now, but maybe they hadn't in whatever year this was made.
Okay, here's something I bet you didn't know. In Russian, 'Anastacia' isn't prononced like it is in English - 'AN-a-sta-ja'. In Russian, it's pronounced 'An-NA-sta-CI-a'. Which sounds better. It's a pretty name, I think. When pronounced the Russian name, that is. Otherwise it reminds me of that singer from way back, who had a weird-sounding voice.
I know you don't remember the movie. I found the trailer and it made me feel all nostalgic. C'est ici: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QkurL3HPSA&feature=related
Uh, in maths we're doing logarithms. If they were inveted because they couldn't do the maths because it was too hard to do by hand, why do we have to learn it now that we have calculators?? Logs are obsolete. And stupid. POINTLESS! Why do we have to learn hard, pointless, obsolete things in Maths? Maths is stupid. I hate Maths. D:<
I think that's all for now.
Today's Quote: "Behind every great fortune there is a crime." Honeore de Balzac
Thursday, March 18
Bollocks!
I just like that word at the moment.
Uhm...there was some stuff that I was going to say but I forgot it all.
Uh...my back hurts. Damn scoliosis!!
God I am so sick of production. I have to go to rehearsal from 1pm-6pm on Sunday. And on Tuesday, from 4pm-9pm. And I don't even have any goddamn lines! It's a hell of a lot of effort for not much reward really. And I've got all this homework to do - my 2.1 History internal is due on Wednesday and I wanna spend the weekend finishing it but nooo, I have to waste my afternoon sitting in the school hall dressed as a freaking flower. Grr.
The Moldy Peaches are an awesome band.
Wow. I dunno whether Mum will be pleased about me printing 23 pages for my History assignment...and that's not even all of it >.<
Uh...I think that's about it...not much to say really...jeez I'm boring.
Today's Quote: "The best doctor in the world is the veterinarian. He can't ask his patients what is the matter-he's got to just know." -Will Rogers
Uhm...there was some stuff that I was going to say but I forgot it all.
Uh...my back hurts. Damn scoliosis!!
God I am so sick of production. I have to go to rehearsal from 1pm-6pm on Sunday. And on Tuesday, from 4pm-9pm. And I don't even have any goddamn lines! It's a hell of a lot of effort for not much reward really. And I've got all this homework to do - my 2.1 History internal is due on Wednesday and I wanna spend the weekend finishing it but nooo, I have to waste my afternoon sitting in the school hall dressed as a freaking flower. Grr.
The Moldy Peaches are an awesome band.
Wow. I dunno whether Mum will be pleased about me printing 23 pages for my History assignment...and that's not even all of it >.<
Uh...I think that's about it...not much to say really...jeez I'm boring.
Today's Quote: "The best doctor in the world is the veterinarian. He can't ask his patients what is the matter-he's got to just know." -Will Rogers
Tuesday, March 16
Zzzzzzaaaaap!!
I had to have an x-ray today.
I've never had a proper x-ray, except one of my teeth when I got braces, but that doesn't really count.
I had to change into this ugly robe thing. I felt like an extra from Scrubs. Then I had to stand against this yellow board thingie. It was pretty awkward actually. It wasn't fun. but it's done now.
You know the funny thing though? In the little changing cubicle there was a sigh saying 'If you do not feel adequetly covered by one gown, you can wear one back-to-front, then put another over the top the right way round' or something like that. I thought it was funny.
I had an x-ray because I've got scoliosis, by the way. Except instead of my spine curving from side to side, like it normally does for people with scoliosis, I've got a different form of it where it curves from front to back. Ooooh.
My book arrived yesterday, faster than I thought it would. I reeeally wanna read it now but I've got like 300 pages of Doctor Zhivago left. Bollocks!! It was only like $7 which was cool.
I put my money on my iCash card the other day, so right now I'm considering what to spend it on. I think I'll buy the Team Zissou (from The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, an awesome film) t-shirt from sixdollarshirts.com. And Celebrity Skin, the only Hole CD I don't have.
But do I have enough money?? Oh man, I'd better check...
Nope. Damnation! I'll get the CD. The shirt can wait. Stupid American website, making me think I had enough money for both...
What else is there to say?
Mrs Crofts expects me to get an Excellence on my Commedia assessment in Drama. No pressure.
Today at lunch I filled out the first survey for that Massey woman who's doing like a PhD or something. It was pretty long. I had to rush the last bit because I had to sign out at 2pm to get to the hospital. The food was good though. Yummy chocolate thingies and nice savouries and the woman was acting like a freaking waitress, coming around and asking if we'd like some more...haha.
I think that's it. Boring as usual, I know. Well I'm sorry if my life is uninteresting!!
Today's Quote: "The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps." -Benjamin Disraeli
I've never had a proper x-ray, except one of my teeth when I got braces, but that doesn't really count.
I had to change into this ugly robe thing. I felt like an extra from Scrubs. Then I had to stand against this yellow board thingie. It was pretty awkward actually. It wasn't fun. but it's done now.
You know the funny thing though? In the little changing cubicle there was a sigh saying 'If you do not feel adequetly covered by one gown, you can wear one back-to-front, then put another over the top the right way round' or something like that. I thought it was funny.
I had an x-ray because I've got scoliosis, by the way. Except instead of my spine curving from side to side, like it normally does for people with scoliosis, I've got a different form of it where it curves from front to back. Ooooh.
My book arrived yesterday, faster than I thought it would. I reeeally wanna read it now but I've got like 300 pages of Doctor Zhivago left. Bollocks!! It was only like $7 which was cool.
I put my money on my iCash card the other day, so right now I'm considering what to spend it on. I think I'll buy the Team Zissou (from The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, an awesome film) t-shirt from sixdollarshirts.com. And Celebrity Skin, the only Hole CD I don't have.
But do I have enough money?? Oh man, I'd better check...
Nope. Damnation! I'll get the CD. The shirt can wait. Stupid American website, making me think I had enough money for both...
What else is there to say?
Mrs Crofts expects me to get an Excellence on my Commedia assessment in Drama. No pressure.
Today at lunch I filled out the first survey for that Massey woman who's doing like a PhD or something. It was pretty long. I had to rush the last bit because I had to sign out at 2pm to get to the hospital. The food was good though. Yummy chocolate thingies and nice savouries and the woman was acting like a freaking waitress, coming around and asking if we'd like some more...haha.
I think that's it. Boring as usual, I know. Well I'm sorry if my life is uninteresting!!
Today's Quote: "The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps." -Benjamin Disraeli
Sunday, March 14
A Story That Freaks Me Out
I just have to share this.
Okay, you know a story that freaks me out??
You'll never guess.
I'll give you a hint.
It's a FAIRY TALE.
I know, right? Jess McLean, literary whore, freaked out by a little old fairy tale??
Well, this one has sinister undertones.
Sinister I tells ya!!
Okay, give up??
You'll never guess anyway.
It's...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
DON'T LAUGH!!
I know you are.
:P
It IS freaky though.
Random piper dude shows up from nowhere, banishes the entirity of the rat population by making them drown themselves, then charms the children away into a mountain cave as revenge for not being paid?
It's freaky.
I was read it as a kid, from out book of Grimm's Fairy Tales, and it gaves me nightmares.
No shit.
You know, one theory goes that the story was based on a serial murdering paedophile. The most popular theory is that it was about a mass exodus, with second place going to the whole theory of The Piper was a symbol of death, and it was about the Black Plague, y'know, with the rats, and the kiddies dying. But the killer paedo theory is scarier.
Check this:
"William Manchester's A World Lit Only By Fire proposes that the Pied Piper was a psychopathic paedophile. Manchester asserts (apparently drawing on Robert Burton's 1621 account) that on June 20th, 1484, this criminal kidnapped 130 children from the Saxon village of Hammel and used them in "unspeakable ways." He adds that "some of the children were never seen again. Others were found dismembered and scattered in the forest underbrush or hanging from tree branches." (From Wikipedia)
:S
There's a book called King Rat by China Mieville which is like a novelised version of the story. It's sooper dooper cool. Still freaky though. I've ordered a copy of it from fishpond.com because I can't find it in any bookstore!!
I found this when I was browsing the net. I thought it was cool:
"Dance of Death, also variously called Danse Macabre (French), Danza Macabra (Italian and Spanish), Dança da Morte (Portuguese), or Totentanz (German), is a late medieval allegory on the universality of death: no matter one's station in life, the dance of death unites all. La Danse Macabre consists of the personified death leading a row of dancing figures from all walks of life to the grave, typically with an emporer, king, youngster, and beautiful girl—all skeletal. They were produced to remind people of how fragile their lives and how vain the glories of earthly life were."
I just thought it was interesting. Plus I like the phrases 'Danse Macabre' and 'Totentanz'. They sound cool.
My brother is watching a SpongeBob DVD on the TV three feet from me.
"Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma. Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma. Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!" (Upon seeing the frozen Man-Ray)
"Is this the Krusty Krab?" "No, this is Patrick! I am not a Krusty Krab."
"You know what else is shiny?" "Ice cream!!"
"Ice cream! Two ice creams! Still two ice creams! Washing an old person!" "That's not fun!" "It is for me!"
"Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as - PICKLED FISH LIPS! Seaweevil. Yorgie shmorgie."
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
-Stairway to Heaven, Led Zep.
I just love those lyrics.
Over and out. Pointless post complete.
Okay, you know a story that freaks me out??
You'll never guess.
I'll give you a hint.
It's a FAIRY TALE.
I know, right? Jess McLean, literary whore, freaked out by a little old fairy tale??
Well, this one has sinister undertones.
Sinister I tells ya!!
Okay, give up??
You'll never guess anyway.
It's...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
DON'T LAUGH!!
I know you are.
:P
It IS freaky though.
Random piper dude shows up from nowhere, banishes the entirity of the rat population by making them drown themselves, then charms the children away into a mountain cave as revenge for not being paid?
It's freaky.
I was read it as a kid, from out book of Grimm's Fairy Tales, and it gaves me nightmares.
No shit.
You know, one theory goes that the story was based on a serial murdering paedophile. The most popular theory is that it was about a mass exodus, with second place going to the whole theory of The Piper was a symbol of death, and it was about the Black Plague, y'know, with the rats, and the kiddies dying. But the killer paedo theory is scarier.
Check this:
"William Manchester's A World Lit Only By Fire proposes that the Pied Piper was a psychopathic paedophile. Manchester asserts (apparently drawing on Robert Burton's 1621 account) that on June 20th, 1484, this criminal kidnapped 130 children from the Saxon village of Hammel and used them in "unspeakable ways." He adds that "some of the children were never seen again. Others were found dismembered and scattered in the forest underbrush or hanging from tree branches." (From Wikipedia)
:S
There's a book called King Rat by China Mieville which is like a novelised version of the story. It's sooper dooper cool. Still freaky though. I've ordered a copy of it from fishpond.com because I can't find it in any bookstore!!
I found this when I was browsing the net. I thought it was cool:
"Dance of Death, also variously called Danse Macabre (French), Danza Macabra (Italian and Spanish), Dança da Morte (Portuguese), or Totentanz (German), is a late medieval allegory on the universality of death: no matter one's station in life, the dance of death unites all. La Danse Macabre consists of the personified death leading a row of dancing figures from all walks of life to the grave, typically with an emporer, king, youngster, and beautiful girl—all skeletal. They were produced to remind people of how fragile their lives and how vain the glories of earthly life were."
I just thought it was interesting. Plus I like the phrases 'Danse Macabre' and 'Totentanz'. They sound cool.
My brother is watching a SpongeBob DVD on the TV three feet from me.
"Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma. Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma. Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!" (Upon seeing the frozen Man-Ray)
"Is this the Krusty Krab?" "No, this is Patrick! I am not a Krusty Krab."
"You know what else is shiny?" "Ice cream!!"
"Ice cream! Two ice creams! Still two ice creams! Washing an old person!" "That's not fun!" "It is for me!"
"Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as - PICKLED FISH LIPS! Seaweevil. Yorgie shmorgie."
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
-Stairway to Heaven, Led Zep.
I just love those lyrics.
Over and out. Pointless post complete.
The Day Before The Day Before ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!
Soo...today was debates. Kairanga (MY house) won by 4 points. That is NOTHING in debating. O h it was a nail-biter, that it was. Emma said I was a lovely lady (or something) because of my awesome speech-writing skills. Yay me!
OMGOMGOMG I was watching Looney Tunes Back in Action aaaaand one of the Acme guys I recognised...I was all like, 'Who is that man??' and then I realised it was Clay from SoA! I didn't recognise him because he was wearing classes rather than a cut and he had a funny accent.
Err...has anyone else seen that ad for those pads with wings with the guys sticking them all over himself? That is weird...
"How does it feel to chew 5 gum?" Well, Mr. Creepy-Voice-Ad-Dude, it's just like chewing any other gum actually. Slogan fail.
We started watching Juno in Media today. I love that movie. The adoptive dad, I can't remember his name, anyway he has awesome tastes in music haha. Melvins and Sonic Youth = awesomesauce.
So after school today I went to the bank to deposit my $82.70...but the bank was closed. Bollocks!
Also after school I went to the doctor (Thomas's daddy!) and I have scoliosis!! Gasp! So I need x-rays haha. And a blood test, but that's unrelated and you don't need to know the details. :P
Meh, that's about all I have to say to you today. Boring, huh?
I have PINS AND NEEDLES!! Sooper dooper uncool.
Today's Quote: "But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown." -Carl Sagan
OMGOMGOMG I was watching Looney Tunes Back in Action aaaaand one of the Acme guys I recognised...I was all like, 'Who is that man??' and then I realised it was Clay from SoA! I didn't recognise him because he was wearing classes rather than a cut and he had a funny accent.
Err...has anyone else seen that ad for those pads with wings with the guys sticking them all over himself? That is weird...
"How does it feel to chew 5 gum?" Well, Mr. Creepy-Voice-Ad-Dude, it's just like chewing any other gum actually. Slogan fail.
We started watching Juno in Media today. I love that movie. The adoptive dad, I can't remember his name, anyway he has awesome tastes in music haha. Melvins and Sonic Youth = awesomesauce.
So after school today I went to the bank to deposit my $82.70...but the bank was closed. Bollocks!
Also after school I went to the doctor (Thomas's daddy!) and I have scoliosis!! Gasp! So I need x-rays haha. And a blood test, but that's unrelated and you don't need to know the details. :P
Meh, that's about all I have to say to you today. Boring, huh?
I have PINS AND NEEDLES!! Sooper dooper uncool.
Today's Quote: "But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown." -Carl Sagan
Saturday, March 13
GAH.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
My fucking brother is driving me fucking INSANE and I'm gonna fucking explode if he talks about his fucking trip to Christchurch
ONE.
MORE.
TIME.
Gah! Driving me nuts...should be me...
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUCK YOOOOUUU!!!
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Friday, March 12
Yay me!
I just published part three of Like Father, Like Son and I'm feeling snazzy. Except I have pins and needles.
Y'know, babysitting my three younger siblings is pretty easy money. Woot.
"This week is Ugly Fish Week. So eat an ugly fish today, and leave the planet that much less ugly."
Haha. chargrilled.co.nz has some crack-up t-shirts. Except...they're $40. Gasp! Screw dat.
I really don't have anything to say, this isn't really interesting at all.
I know! I'll type 'something interesting' into Google and hit 'I'm Feeling Lucky', I'll share with you guys they first thing that comes up.
Oh. It's only bored.com. That's not that interesting. Google, thou hast failed epically.
Today's Quote: "He'd make a lovely corpse." -Charles Dickens (Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter 25)
Y'know, babysitting my three younger siblings is pretty easy money. Woot.
"This week is Ugly Fish Week. So eat an ugly fish today, and leave the planet that much less ugly."
Haha. chargrilled.co.nz has some crack-up t-shirts. Except...they're $40. Gasp! Screw dat.
I really don't have anything to say, this isn't really interesting at all.
I know! I'll type 'something interesting' into Google and hit 'I'm Feeling Lucky', I'll share with you guys they first thing that comes up.
Oh. It's only bored.com. That's not that interesting. Google, thou hast failed epically.
Today's Quote: "He'd make a lovely corpse." -Charles Dickens (Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter 25)
Thursday, March 11
So...
Well today was our second Drama trip to Wellignton. We saw The Arrival, and I loved it. It wasn't as good as Inside Out, but still awesome. The puppets were cute there was some great humour in there. But there were also some sad moments. I didn;t have any trouble understanding it, but I think a lot of people did.
Now it's the weekend and I have HOMEWORK. Bleurgh.
The God Boy is actually a really sad book. It was kinda boring at the beginning, but once it got going it was good. Not something I would have choosen to read normally, but it will probably be interesting to study.
I'm being paid $60 for this weekend's babysitting. It may not seem much to you working gals, but it's good for me. I can buy my t-shirts and maybe a book or CD or something.
Oh! Oh! Big Bang Theory is on. I must multi-task!
*Turns on TV*
Hehe.
OMG Sheldon sounds like my brother (with the train thing)!
I love Garfield!! Soo funny.
Man, it's very annoying with the whole group being so touchy and bitchy and just GRR. It's so stupid, we're supposed to all be friends - I mean, I consider you all my friends - and so why is everyobdy always being so stupid about dum little things? I mean sure, I may not know some of the stuff that goes on but there does always seem to be something going on and it affects the whole group. Can't we all just get over ourselves and just get along? Or is that a naive childish thing to wish for?
Today's Quote: "All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honour, duty, mercy, hope." -Winston Churchill
Now it's the weekend and I have HOMEWORK. Bleurgh.
The God Boy is actually a really sad book. It was kinda boring at the beginning, but once it got going it was good. Not something I would have choosen to read normally, but it will probably be interesting to study.
I'm being paid $60 for this weekend's babysitting. It may not seem much to you working gals, but it's good for me. I can buy my t-shirts and maybe a book or CD or something.
Oh! Oh! Big Bang Theory is on. I must multi-task!
*Turns on TV*
Hehe.
OMG Sheldon sounds like my brother (with the train thing)!
I love Garfield!! Soo funny.
Man, it's very annoying with the whole group being so touchy and bitchy and just GRR. It's so stupid, we're supposed to all be friends - I mean, I consider you all my friends - and so why is everyobdy always being so stupid about dum little things? I mean sure, I may not know some of the stuff that goes on but there does always seem to be something going on and it affects the whole group. Can't we all just get over ourselves and just get along? Or is that a naive childish thing to wish for?
Today's Quote: "All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honour, duty, mercy, hope." -Winston Churchill
Tuesday, March 9
Booooored.
Well, our computer is STILL running at a ridiculously slow rate. Very annoying.
We've started our research internal in History, it all seems like a lot of work and I seriously don't feel like I can be bothered at the moment. Plus I'm still trying to finsih my CM fic, and type up part 3 of my SoA fic, and this weekend I have to babysit pretty much all weekend because Mum and Dad are going to Wanganui. *Sigh*. But at least I'll get paid well for it. There's so many things I wanna buy at the moment - lots of books and CDs that I wanna get a hold of. I should work, I guess, if I'm so hung up on money but I'm just soo lazy. Oh well.
I like doing SWS (Sheliah Winn Shakespeare), but it gets annoying when I'm at rehearsals every lunch. I can understand why we're rehearsing every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, but it's still annoying. I like lunchtimes with all my buddies.
I was looking on $6shirts.com because I have a serious thing for t-shirts, like they're pretty much the staple of my wardrobe. I don't do fashion or style or any of that sit - as long as I've got some cool t-shirts I'm all good. I saw some that were awesome - one pale blue with three Z's and the words 'Team Zissou', one black with the words 'Moloko vellocet' and another that was black and said 'You have died of dysentery' in neon green video-game letters, with a picture of a medieval death cart. So, with the first two it's great because I love both those movies and of course only some people will get the references which is always funny. The third one is just funny. Sadly I didn't even have enough for one - sure they're six American dollars, plus thirteen American dollars postage. Bollocks.
There's also the STM t-shirts - my favourite being the one with the quote 'Everybody wriggle. It's maggot mayhem' on it. Want.
Next year, when I'm in mufti, I'll have to make sure that I have a goos stock of cool t-shirts.
Drama is fun. But is sucks because it always takes forever to get through all the groups. Me and Ben have to wait till tomorrow to perform. By then Kristy Grant will be back. I wish she wasn't in our group. I can't stand her. At least she can act though, unlike Renee. Poor Jasmin has to try and work with her.
Um...there was something else I wanted to say...now what was it...
Oh yes. Today in French Mme Lelecque said that I would make a good translator. She was very complementary. It was nice. I dunno why I'm fast at going from French to English, I guess it's because I just skip words I don't know and fill in the blanks and yell the answer out before abyone else has a chance :P
Yay! Big Bang Theory and Lie to Me tonight.
"You're watching the Family Learning Channel. And now: Angry Tics Fire Out Of My Nipples."
That's all we have time for tonight, folks. Come back next week to see the conclusion to tonight's intriguing storyline.
Toady's Quote: "If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you." -Oscar Wilde
We've started our research internal in History, it all seems like a lot of work and I seriously don't feel like I can be bothered at the moment. Plus I'm still trying to finsih my CM fic, and type up part 3 of my SoA fic, and this weekend I have to babysit pretty much all weekend because Mum and Dad are going to Wanganui. *Sigh*. But at least I'll get paid well for it. There's so many things I wanna buy at the moment - lots of books and CDs that I wanna get a hold of. I should work, I guess, if I'm so hung up on money but I'm just soo lazy. Oh well.
I like doing SWS (Sheliah Winn Shakespeare), but it gets annoying when I'm at rehearsals every lunch. I can understand why we're rehearsing every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, but it's still annoying. I like lunchtimes with all my buddies.
I was looking on $6shirts.com because I have a serious thing for t-shirts, like they're pretty much the staple of my wardrobe. I don't do fashion or style or any of that sit - as long as I've got some cool t-shirts I'm all good. I saw some that were awesome - one pale blue with three Z's and the words 'Team Zissou', one black with the words 'Moloko vellocet' and another that was black and said 'You have died of dysentery' in neon green video-game letters, with a picture of a medieval death cart. So, with the first two it's great because I love both those movies and of course only some people will get the references which is always funny. The third one is just funny. Sadly I didn't even have enough for one - sure they're six American dollars, plus thirteen American dollars postage. Bollocks.
There's also the STM t-shirts - my favourite being the one with the quote 'Everybody wriggle. It's maggot mayhem' on it. Want.
Next year, when I'm in mufti, I'll have to make sure that I have a goos stock of cool t-shirts.
Drama is fun. But is sucks because it always takes forever to get through all the groups. Me and Ben have to wait till tomorrow to perform. By then Kristy Grant will be back. I wish she wasn't in our group. I can't stand her. At least she can act though, unlike Renee. Poor Jasmin has to try and work with her.
Um...there was something else I wanted to say...now what was it...
Oh yes. Today in French Mme Lelecque said that I would make a good translator. She was very complementary. It was nice. I dunno why I'm fast at going from French to English, I guess it's because I just skip words I don't know and fill in the blanks and yell the answer out before abyone else has a chance :P
Yay! Big Bang Theory and Lie to Me tonight.
"You're watching the Family Learning Channel. And now: Angry Tics Fire Out Of My Nipples."
That's all we have time for tonight, folks. Come back next week to see the conclusion to tonight's intriguing storyline.
Toady's Quote: "If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you." -Oscar Wilde
Friday, March 5
Yay.
I just updated Like Father, Like Son and now I feel awesome.
:D
Oh yeah, pointless post. Who cares? I'm happy.
:D
Oh yeah, pointless post. Who cares? I'm happy.
Stupid Internet!!
I hate stupid dial-up.
We have broadband - 10 gigs per month, and we still manage to use it all! Which puts us back to dial-up speed. It is IMPOSSIBLE to do anything quickly and it's driving me insane.
Grrrrr. D:<
In other news, shopping online in Swedish-based websites is hard. Not impossible, but slightly difficult. It's okay, though, I used my superior intellect and instantly learned Swedish!!
Not really. You can opt to have it in English.
That's it really. I'm pretty bored and stuff.
Ugh! The National Bank password regulations are annoying!! How the hell am I supposed to remember a password that's 18 characters of random letters and numbers??
Grrrrr again.
Doctor Zhivago is one confusing book. There's a new character like every three pages and they all have ridiculous Russian names. I'm so confuzzled...I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to remember which one is Kovarovsky and which one is Taverzina and which one is Nikolay Nikolayavich Alexander Koporovksy?? I'm not kidding, that's the guy's name.
Today's Quote: "Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no-one thinks of changing themselves." -Leo Tolstoy
We have broadband - 10 gigs per month, and we still manage to use it all! Which puts us back to dial-up speed. It is IMPOSSIBLE to do anything quickly and it's driving me insane.
Grrrrr. D:<
In other news, shopping online in Swedish-based websites is hard. Not impossible, but slightly difficult. It's okay, though, I used my superior intellect and instantly learned Swedish!!
Not really. You can opt to have it in English.
That's it really. I'm pretty bored and stuff.
Ugh! The National Bank password regulations are annoying!! How the hell am I supposed to remember a password that's 18 characters of random letters and numbers??
Grrrrr again.
Doctor Zhivago is one confusing book. There's a new character like every three pages and they all have ridiculous Russian names. I'm so confuzzled...I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to remember which one is Kovarovsky and which one is Taverzina and which one is Nikolay Nikolayavich Alexander Koporovksy?? I'm not kidding, that's the guy's name.
Today's Quote: "Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no-one thinks of changing themselves." -Leo Tolstoy
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