Holidayholidayholidayyyy. Yaaaayyyy.
Movies!
OMG PRINGLES.
These are all good things, and they make me happy.
Oh, and yeah, I ended up playing Monopoly with the siblings again, and this time there was minimal bitchiness and I totally would have won (Ellie died after a couple hours, Tori had one set (the oranges) and little money by the end, and I had pretty much $100 million (no shit) and five sets (dark blues, reds, yellows, pinks and browns) by the end), except Mum came in saying she was going to Fielding and we all wanted to go, so go we did.
At the Warehouse, I bought POTC: At World's End, cause I haven't seen it, and the three Underworld movies in a box set, for less than thirty dollars, plus a litre of V and some Pringles. I'm pretty sure that Pringles are the best food in the entire world. I am so stocking up on them for our holiday.
Speaking of said holiday, we were going over prices and stuff, and we found that the Hanmer Springs bungy is $145pp, and Jet Boating is $99pp, and Quad Biking is $110pp. This means we all get to chose one thing to do, and we can do other stuff next holidays. Tori and I have chosen Bungying, cause it looks freaking awesome.
This means that the ten days will pretty much be museums, art galleries, shopping, eating and swimming, which I'm totally fine with, because next holidays we're going to Rotorua and we're gonna do the wind tunnel.
I am excited. Yes.
Hanmer Springs looks ay-mayzing. Beautiful blue hot springs and green everwhere. Hanmer is the first place we'll be going, on the third of April (five weeks to gooo).
After this it's Nelson for a few days, and dinner at the Boatshed: best damn shoestring fries I've ever had.
Then it's Wanaka, which apparently is very nice.
After that I'm not quite sure. I think we're going to Abel Tasman to see the Fox Glacier and do a little walk. They have Alpine Kayaking. Nggghhh.
After that I have no idea. I think those are the main places.
I'll take many multitudes of photos at all the places we go, and hopefully every night I'll get a turn on Mum's laptop so I can upload and blog and stuff.
Mum seriously hasn't had a holiday for a few years, and my last holiday (aside from camping) was a week in Chch midyear 2009.
Right-o, I think that's all. Tori and I are of to watch POTC3 and The Dark Knight.
G'night all xxx ;)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Apparently, Games Of Monopoly With My Sister Only Count If I Lose
She's a bitch.
a. I won $55 million on free Parking fair and square, but since she didn't see me roll the 7, it doesn't count.
b. If she doesn't get all three oranges, she stops playing.
Not only this, but
a. She's "cooler" than me because she can solve one side of a rubix cube.
b. She has Ellie (9) as her slave for the next three years, just because Ellie wants Tori to provide her with alcohol when Tori turns 18.
But you know what? She can call me "uncool" however much she likes (she's immature, has basically no friends left, never exercises, whines all the time and fails at life), but at least I don't weigh three thousand tonnes.
I'm not sure if I should post this blog, because it'll probably make me sound whiny, but what the hell. That's what this shit is for.
Oh, and also, Jess and Rachel? Did you delete your latest blogs? I can seem to access them at all. It goes all "Page Not Found" on me.
Mood: Annoyed
Listening to: My top 25 :D
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching:
Playing:
Eating:
Drinking:
a. I won $55 million on free Parking fair and square, but since she didn't see me roll the 7, it doesn't count.
b. If she doesn't get all three oranges, she stops playing.
Not only this, but
a. She's "cooler" than me because she can solve one side of a rubix cube.
b. She has Ellie (9) as her slave for the next three years, just because Ellie wants Tori to provide her with alcohol when Tori turns 18.
But you know what? She can call me "uncool" however much she likes (she's immature, has basically no friends left, never exercises, whines all the time and fails at life), but at least I don't weigh three thousand tonnes.
I'm not sure if I should post this blog, because it'll probably make me sound whiny, but what the hell. That's what this shit is for.
Oh, and also, Jess and Rachel? Did you delete your latest blogs? I can seem to access them at all. It goes all "Page Not Found" on me.
Mood: Annoyed
Listening to: My top 25 :D
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching:
Playing:
Eating:
Drinking:
shit
Since my life is currently quiet enough for me not to be blogging about actual events all the time, I thought I'd share a little list of things that piss me off. I'm sure some of you will be able to identify with some of these.
Numero Uno: Consistent noises. By this I mean noises in a room that would otherwise be silent, such as:
a) Clocks. During the times I, for one reason or another, had to sleep in the lounge, I'd always get the clock from the kitchen windowsill and put it in the hallway.
2) Snoring. Who does like this?
Gamma) This annoying tick that my DVD player does whenever it's playing something. I'll be listening to a CD on it, and between songs there's this "tick... tick... tick", which usually makes me eventually get up and turn the whole thing off.
iii) My Tv aerial buzzes sometimes, when the TV's off. Grr.
Deux: This thing my sister does. I'll be in the office playing music. She comes in. She sits at the other computer, goes on YouTube, and plays those STUPID viral videos as loud as she can. She knows I hate it, and she also knows I can't really do anything about it, because:
!) Mum doesn't care enough to stop her,
@) She's practically bigger than me and I can't push her around anymore and
#) If I do manage to turn it off, she'll just turn it back on straight away.
Toru: Short people who walk really slowly in the school corridor. Of course, tall people walking slowly are annoying too, but short people are a different kind of annoying, because you feel like you could just about fall on top of them if you try to walk faster.
四: Teachers who think you are a complete idiot. Mrs Mills is a wonderful example of this. She'll never be the brightest person in the room herself, and yet she thinks that nobody in my class knows what an index is. I shit you not.
567 x 8 - 4522 ÷ 4 + 1.5: I hate it when people assume things. My mum assumes I don't appreciate her, my sister assumes I hate her, my aunt assumes I never age, and therefore that she can send me fluffy pens for my birthday every year.
La última!: I hate dropping things. I just do.
Right. There we go. That was wonderfully time-consuming.Bye byes :D
Numero Uno: Consistent noises. By this I mean noises in a room that would otherwise be silent, such as:
a) Clocks. During the times I, for one reason or another, had to sleep in the lounge, I'd always get the clock from the kitchen windowsill and put it in the hallway.
2) Snoring. Who does like this?
Gamma) This annoying tick that my DVD player does whenever it's playing something. I'll be listening to a CD on it, and between songs there's this "tick... tick... tick", which usually makes me eventually get up and turn the whole thing off.
iii) My Tv aerial buzzes sometimes, when the TV's off. Grr.
Deux: This thing my sister does. I'll be in the office playing music. She comes in. She sits at the other computer, goes on YouTube, and plays those STUPID viral videos as loud as she can. She knows I hate it, and she also knows I can't really do anything about it, because:
!) Mum doesn't care enough to stop her,
@) She's practically bigger than me and I can't push her around anymore and
#) If I do manage to turn it off, she'll just turn it back on straight away.
Toru: Short people who walk really slowly in the school corridor. Of course, tall people walking slowly are annoying too, but short people are a different kind of annoying, because you feel like you could just about fall on top of them if you try to walk faster.
四: Teachers who think you are a complete idiot. Mrs Mills is a wonderful example of this. She'll never be the brightest person in the room herself, and yet she thinks that nobody in my class knows what an index is. I shit you not.
567 x 8 - 4522 ÷ 4 + 1.5: I hate it when people assume things. My mum assumes I don't appreciate her, my sister assumes I hate her, my aunt assumes I never age, and therefore that she can send me fluffy pens for my birthday every year.
La última!: I hate dropping things. I just do.
Right. There we go. That was wonderfully time-consuming.Bye byes :D
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Updateth.
Holiday: All booked. Wooo. Mum showed me the budget and holy crap it's expensive. We're staying in holiday parks each night, all of them rated in the top ten.
Sadly we weren't able to get the motorhome we wanted, so instead of our flashy Mitsubishi it's now a Maui, which, although just as nice, has three double beds instead of two doubles and two singles. Yeugh.
I'm not sure how much time I'll get on the computer; all the parks have wi-fi, but we're only bringing one computer: Mum's laptop... Saying she's overprotective of it would be an understatement. I think the only time I've really managed to go on it is when she's a bit drunk.
School: Today was better than usual. Lunch was particulary awesome (Jess-ticulating!), especially as this time I went to the school cafe at a smart time :<
I'm doing Classical Studies by correspondence this year. It's really interesting. I'm so far waaay ahead of all the others in the subject, seeing I'm in a classroom doing this subject all by myself, while the others are mostly grouped together. I'm not completely alone, thank god, but at least the people I'm with aren't too disruptive.
Home: Here's a little picture for you, to show just how infuriating my sisters can be.
I was on the phone, in the office, when some customers showed up to get their dog. All of a sudden, I hear these horrible peircing screams from inside. I'd been in the kitchen just ten seconds before, from where I could hear my oldest younger sister, Victoria, laughing maniacly in this horrible high pitched voice, while the youngest youngest, Ellie, r'ed-ofl near her.
So these customers stand fairly awkwardly in the office, while I a) talk to the lovely woman making a booking on the other end of the line, b) mouth "I'm sorry about the noise" to the awkward people, and c) try single handedly to unplug the dryer cord from the extension so I can shut the office door.
Jesus H. Christ. How am I going to survive ten days on holiday with those two lunatics? You may as well just shoot me now :<
Sadly we weren't able to get the motorhome we wanted, so instead of our flashy Mitsubishi it's now a Maui, which, although just as nice, has three double beds instead of two doubles and two singles. Yeugh.
I'm not sure how much time I'll get on the computer; all the parks have wi-fi, but we're only bringing one computer: Mum's laptop... Saying she's overprotective of it would be an understatement. I think the only time I've really managed to go on it is when she's a bit drunk.
School: Today was better than usual. Lunch was particulary awesome (Jess-ticulating!), especially as this time I went to the school cafe at a smart time :<
I'm doing Classical Studies by correspondence this year. It's really interesting. I'm so far waaay ahead of all the others in the subject, seeing I'm in a classroom doing this subject all by myself, while the others are mostly grouped together. I'm not completely alone, thank god, but at least the people I'm with aren't too disruptive.
Home: Here's a little picture for you, to show just how infuriating my sisters can be.
I was on the phone, in the office, when some customers showed up to get their dog. All of a sudden, I hear these horrible peircing screams from inside. I'd been in the kitchen just ten seconds before, from where I could hear my oldest younger sister, Victoria, laughing maniacly in this horrible high pitched voice, while the youngest youngest, Ellie, r'ed-ofl near her.
So these customers stand fairly awkwardly in the office, while I a) talk to the lovely woman making a booking on the other end of the line, b) mouth "I'm sorry about the noise" to the awkward people, and c) try single handedly to unplug the dryer cord from the extension so I can shut the office door.
Jesus H. Christ. How am I going to survive ten days on holiday with those two lunatics? You may as well just shoot me now :<
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I'm bored of boredom. Someone do something interesting!
What is with all the boring days?
Ohhh though I suppose there were a few things.
1. I stupidly went to the school cafe straight away at lunch, thus meaning I had to stand in line for aaages, and then once I had my noodles, I had to stand in another line for aaaages. When I finally got my noodles I had maybe less than 15 minutes of lunch left. Fan-fucking-tastic.
2. Got some more info on the Geo trip to Tongariro next month. I'm... looking forward to it.
3. Listened to Mum going on and on about the trip to the S. Isl. in April. She's booked all the flights and the motorhome company should be replying soon. This sucks, because as it's on the 3rd I'll be missing out on the Armageddon Expo (and James Kyson Lee!) and the Pokemon marathon (yeah, Mum said it's not happening D:).
But other than that, it was an average day.
Mood: Bored
Listening to: Daughtry :3
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching:
Playing:
Eating:
Drinking:
Ohhh though I suppose there were a few things.
1. I stupidly went to the school cafe straight away at lunch, thus meaning I had to stand in line for aaages, and then once I had my noodles, I had to stand in another line for aaaages. When I finally got my noodles I had maybe less than 15 minutes of lunch left. Fan-fucking-tastic.
2. Got some more info on the Geo trip to Tongariro next month. I'm... looking forward to it.
3. Listened to Mum going on and on about the trip to the S. Isl. in April. She's booked all the flights and the motorhome company should be replying soon. This sucks, because as it's on the 3rd I'll be missing out on the Armageddon Expo (and James Kyson Lee!) and the Pokemon marathon (yeah, Mum said it's not happening D:).
But other than that, it was an average day.
Mood: Bored
Listening to: Daughtry :3
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching:
Playing:
Eating:
Drinking:
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Achtung!
My entire right foot is numb and tingly. Weiiiird. Ooooh I just moved and now there are numb needles shooting up my entire leg.
Now it's gone cold.
Aaaand now it hurts.
Fantastic.
Oh oh and now I just stood up and almost fell over because my entire leg feels weightless. That's what I get for sitting like a retard.
Ohhhhh and by the way: this is my 50th post. Yaaaaaay *flails wildly*
That is all.
Mood: Calm
Listening to: Paramore :>
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching: De rien
Playing: Facebook Games
Eating: Nada
Drinking: Nein
Now it's gone cold.
Aaaand now it hurts.
Fantastic.
Oh oh and now I just stood up and almost fell over because my entire leg feels weightless. That's what I get for sitting like a retard.
Ohhhhh and by the way: this is my 50th post. Yaaaaaay *flails wildly*
That is all.
Mood: Calm
Listening to: Paramore :>
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching: De rien
Playing: Facebook Games
Eating: Nada
Drinking: Nein
I wasn't going to write a blog today.
I thought, 'I can go one day without sharing the pitiful details of my life.' Seems I can't. I don't know who really reads my posts, I don't even know if anyone cares. Maybe I don't have enough issues for people to be interested.
That sounds bad, I know, but be truthful: isn't it more interesting to read about major problems than it is to read about the niggly little details of a really boring day?
Oh I mean, I have issues, but they're stupid issues. They're the kind of issues that pretty much everyone has (what poor, poor things we are). They're the kind that I can no doubt sort out without any help. Sometimes I WANT to say something, so someone other than me knows (and in fact, thinking about it, some people have heard little outlines, but the full extents are very much longer), but I hold back. I can't say everything; I don't have that kind of courage that I so envy in others.
So.
I have but one thing to report: we are going on a holiday. All five of us (that is, me, my sisters, my mum and my 'auntie' (lets just call her that), in the next holidays. Yes, this means that if camp happens, I will miss it. I means I will miss any parties or get togethers. I think we're going from the 3rd of April to the 13th, which leaves me about 6 fulls days of time at home. Not even a week. Time which passes so impossibly fast (it seems, these days).
We're going to the South Island, for a little road trip in a very flash campervan which Mum has found for hire. We're going whale watching (mum's idea), white water rafting (mine), ice skating (Ellie's) and what else I don't know.
Knowing my family, it will be a disaster. We can't get along for a whole day in our house, I can't imagine how bad a comparitively small campervan will be.
Until next time: A revoir mon petits chous :D
That sounds bad, I know, but be truthful: isn't it more interesting to read about major problems than it is to read about the niggly little details of a really boring day?
Oh I mean, I have issues, but they're stupid issues. They're the kind of issues that pretty much everyone has (what poor, poor things we are). They're the kind that I can no doubt sort out without any help. Sometimes I WANT to say something, so someone other than me knows (and in fact, thinking about it, some people have heard little outlines, but the full extents are very much longer), but I hold back. I can't say everything; I don't have that kind of courage that I so envy in others.
So.
I have but one thing to report: we are going on a holiday. All five of us (that is, me, my sisters, my mum and my 'auntie' (lets just call her that), in the next holidays. Yes, this means that if camp happens, I will miss it. I means I will miss any parties or get togethers. I think we're going from the 3rd of April to the 13th, which leaves me about 6 fulls days of time at home. Not even a week. Time which passes so impossibly fast (it seems, these days).
We're going to the South Island, for a little road trip in a very flash campervan which Mum has found for hire. We're going whale watching (mum's idea), white water rafting (mine), ice skating (Ellie's) and what else I don't know.
Knowing my family, it will be a disaster. We can't get along for a whole day in our house, I can't imagine how bad a comparitively small campervan will be.
Until next time: A revoir mon petits chous :D
Sunday, February 21, 2010
22.02.10
Oh goddd today was so mind numbingly average.
I got up, went to school, did some stuff and came home again. That's it, nothing more.
Now, at home, I just finished "work" at 6pm. Mum had me looking after the office again. I had a conversation with her earlier about my pay for the weekend, and guess what?
No surprise really, but she's paying me shit all for looking after the house for the weeking, doing everything perfectly, being responsible, looking after her business for three days... Does fifty dollars sounds fair to you? I did A LOT. God I am ANGRY.
She says it's not a job. Not a job? WTF?
Can someone please talk some sense into that woman? Because she NEVER listens to me. My God, I cannot WAIT to leave.
Other than that, there's really nothing.
In the manner of the journal layout on my favourite website, deviantart.com, this thingy below here will be at the end of every blog post (for now).
Listening to: Stupid sister playing stupid youtube videos really loudly >:
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching: Nothing
Playing: Facebook Games
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Mmmm ice cold water
I got up, went to school, did some stuff and came home again. That's it, nothing more.
Now, at home, I just finished "work" at 6pm. Mum had me looking after the office again. I had a conversation with her earlier about my pay for the weekend, and guess what?
No surprise really, but she's paying me shit all for looking after the house for the weeking, doing everything perfectly, being responsible, looking after her business for three days... Does fifty dollars sounds fair to you? I did A LOT. God I am ANGRY.
She says it's not a job. Not a job? WTF?
Can someone please talk some sense into that woman? Because she NEVER listens to me. My God, I cannot WAIT to leave.
Other than that, there's really nothing.
In the manner of the journal layout on my favourite website, deviantart.com, this thingy below here will be at the end of every blog post (for now).
Listening to: Stupid sister playing stupid youtube videos really loudly >:
Reading: The Cider House Rules- John Irving
Watching: Nothing
Playing: Facebook Games
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Mmmm ice cold water
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Chillaxin'
Very chillaxed day today. 'Twas good.
Up at the crack of dawn (9.30AM), in the office by 10. Lots of people checked out between 10 and 12 (grrr) but had 4 hours off this arvie to watch Grey's and read and eat Tori's homemade fudge :D
Now it's... 10 past 5PM, so only 50 minutes till we close again. Mum wont be home until 9, which means I can get the washing done at the last minute :P
I'm getting paaaaiiiid. Wooooo.
School tomorrow. Yay.
That will be all, my luvs <3
Up at the crack of dawn (9.30AM), in the office by 10. Lots of people checked out between 10 and 12 (grrr) but had 4 hours off this arvie to watch Grey's and read and eat Tori's homemade fudge :D
Now it's... 10 past 5PM, so only 50 minutes till we close again. Mum wont be home until 9, which means I can get the washing done at the last minute :P
I'm getting paaaaiiiid. Wooooo.
School tomorrow. Yay.
That will be all, my luvs <3
Friday, February 19, 2010
Just a Quickie...
Just a quick blog before I go.
Today was average, yet good because I earned some more moneys :D I don't really have a predominant emotion at the moment. Mostly it's relief and tiredness, but I'm sure there are more lurking around inside.
I really just wanted to post these lyrics, a portion to a song I really like and one which kind of relates to the past (as in yesterday):
Prophet took my hand on all saints day
He preached the values of deception
Changing shadows by a shapeshifter rules
Tales are never just for fools
The court of concience came before me
Presenting me with a heavenly angel
You took my hand and ask me, truth aside
To his questions I replied
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to decieve you
- Paloma Faith: Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful
It is a very cool song, she has a lovely voice (she's the one who sung Stone Cold Sober).
I'll bet I'll be on here later today, because I have a feeling I've forgotten something. I sure hope no one minds my tendency to post multiple blogs...
(And yes, I know... that's what she said.)
Today was average, yet good because I earned some more moneys :D I don't really have a predominant emotion at the moment. Mostly it's relief and tiredness, but I'm sure there are more lurking around inside.
I really just wanted to post these lyrics, a portion to a song I really like and one which kind of relates to the past (as in yesterday):
Prophet took my hand on all saints day
He preached the values of deception
Changing shadows by a shapeshifter rules
Tales are never just for fools
The court of concience came before me
Presenting me with a heavenly angel
You took my hand and ask me, truth aside
To his questions I replied
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to decieve you
- Paloma Faith: Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful
It is a very cool song, she has a lovely voice (she's the one who sung Stone Cold Sober).
I'll bet I'll be on here later today, because I have a feeling I've forgotten something. I sure hope no one minds my tendency to post multiple blogs...
(And yes, I know... that's what she said.)
i'mstupid.
i'm sorry.
i'm also sorry if you can't read this. i think this post calls for a little smallness.
right. third blog post of the day. yikes.
so while i'm here i wish to alert people to the new song by Train. it's called 'hey, soul sister' and i like it in a weird way, even though it sounds remarkably like 'i'm yours' by jason mraz. the chorus is very catchy. if i were a good singer i would sing it aloud all day every day.
that is all.
i'm also sorry if you can't read this. i think this post calls for a little smallness.
right. third blog post of the day. yikes.
so while i'm here i wish to alert people to the new song by Train. it's called 'hey, soul sister' and i like it in a weird way, even though it sounds remarkably like 'i'm yours' by jason mraz. the chorus is very catchy. if i were a good singer i would sing it aloud all day every day.
that is all.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Our Epic Adventure
We did something epic today. Something really, really, really epic. Something SO epic, I just might not tell you cause you'd die from the epicness of it.
I'm going to tell you anyway, though.
To start the epic day, my best friend and I wagged school. This, being something we've never done before, made us feel extremely rebellious.
It's not like we were missing anything important, though; the first two hours of school were normal classes which we attended, but the last three periods plus lunch etc was athletics day. And so, yes, at the end of interval we left to start on our epic journey.
By 5 past 12 we were on our way, having stopped at McDs and Write Price. We walked along Sandon rd, having a jolly good time, feeling all happy and free.
And then, when we'd we'd been going for a while, probably an hour or so, my Uncle shows up in his red ute. Thankfully he's not the kind of person who would tell my mum... I mean, I might tell her later... in a couple of months... or something.
We walked some more, thinking we were doing quite well, when Uncle Walter again showed up, this time saying we weren't going to make it and we might as well either go back to Fielding or get a ride in his car to either my house or hers.
So here we are, in my office. Of course, when we got here there was a little sneaking around, since I realized that it, being 1:30, might mean my mum still hadn't left for the weekend. She had. Thank god.
That was the epicness. You're dead, right? I told you.
I'm going to tell you anyway, though.
To start the epic day, my best friend and I wagged school. This, being something we've never done before, made us feel extremely rebellious.
It's not like we were missing anything important, though; the first two hours of school were normal classes which we attended, but the last three periods plus lunch etc was athletics day. And so, yes, at the end of interval we left to start on our epic journey.
By 5 past 12 we were on our way, having stopped at McDs and Write Price. We walked along Sandon rd, having a jolly good time, feeling all happy and free.
And then, when we'd we'd been going for a while, probably an hour or so, my Uncle shows up in his red ute. Thankfully he's not the kind of person who would tell my mum... I mean, I might tell her later... in a couple of months... or something.
We walked some more, thinking we were doing quite well, when Uncle Walter again showed up, this time saying we weren't going to make it and we might as well either go back to Fielding or get a ride in his car to either my house or hers.
So here we are, in my office. Of course, when we got here there was a little sneaking around, since I realized that it, being 1:30, might mean my mum still hadn't left for the weekend. She had. Thank god.
That was the epicness. You're dead, right? I told you.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
T.A.T.U.
This box was empty for a while before I started typing. It's not that I have nothing to say- I have heaps- I either just don't know how to say it or I don't think it's suitable (suitable meaning there's no way it's going on this blog).
So, tomorrow Mum, Irene and Ellie are going to Tokoroa for a dog show, meaning Tori and I will be left at home to take care of things. I'm being paid to look after the reception and greet annoying customers and handle their hyperactive animals. Yeugh.
I have pretty much decided on getting a tattoo. I am leaning toward a bird design. Birds are... birds are strange. Birds look like machines, with their shiny feathers and little eyes and clacking beaks. Bird have small, fragile bones and funny grey tongues and they date so far back in time it's kind of scary to think of how much longer they've been around than we have. So I'm thinking maybe a phoenix, or a falcon, or maybe a fantail. It would be on my upper back, near my shoulder, and maybe 5cm square or something. Not too big.
So far I haven't managed to find any design that really stands out, but I'll keep looking.
I've been thinking about what it would be like to have this beautiful, colourful tattoo of a bird, and the idea appeals to me very much.
And so this work I've been doing will probably be the thing from which I get my funds :D
Speaking of my title- oh, wait, we weren't. Right, we are now- does anyone remember those guys? Or girls, I should say.
So, tomorrow Mum, Irene and Ellie are going to Tokoroa for a dog show, meaning Tori and I will be left at home to take care of things. I'm being paid to look after the reception and greet annoying customers and handle their hyperactive animals. Yeugh.
I have pretty much decided on getting a tattoo. I am leaning toward a bird design. Birds are... birds are strange. Birds look like machines, with their shiny feathers and little eyes and clacking beaks. Bird have small, fragile bones and funny grey tongues and they date so far back in time it's kind of scary to think of how much longer they've been around than we have. So I'm thinking maybe a phoenix, or a falcon, or maybe a fantail. It would be on my upper back, near my shoulder, and maybe 5cm square or something. Not too big.
So far I haven't managed to find any design that really stands out, but I'll keep looking.
I've been thinking about what it would be like to have this beautiful, colourful tattoo of a bird, and the idea appeals to me very much.
And so this work I've been doing will probably be the thing from which I get my funds :D
Speaking of my title- oh, wait, we weren't. Right, we are now- does anyone remember those guys? Or girls, I should say.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Whirlpool Of Life
As a good friend of mine once said, "guys whinge about not understanding girls all the time, yet guys can be just as confusing as girls". I find it to be quite true. Guys are capable of holding things back JUST as girls are. It really is just one big, confunded whirlpool of hypocrisy and misery. Sometimes I think it was a mistake to jump in, and sometimes I wonder where I would end up without it. Probably some kind of nunnery on the slopes of a misty mountain.
Today was just meh. Seriously meh.
Mum is planning ANOTHER litter of Malamute puppies, this one between our bitch (Moana) and the frozen semen of a ten year old retired dog called Chip. This mean puppies in July or August- winter time.
A sonnng which has been stuck in my head all day: Coldplay- Life in Technicolour ii http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXSovfzyx28
It was weird, I was thinking the opening for Cavalry, by Midnight Youth, in my head, and it somehow merged into the opening for this Coldplay song. It took me hours to figure out what the hell my head was doing, and whether I had the first song completely wrong. I command you to watch the video, it's kinda weird, but funny ;D
And a quote which made me laugh: "We'd have the... whatcha callit... elephant of surprise"- Roger Killian, mentally impaired chicken farmer in Under The Dome (Stephen King).
Merci pour le.. euh.. visit. My French has died, excusez-moi.
Today was just meh. Seriously meh.
Mum is planning ANOTHER litter of Malamute puppies, this one between our bitch (Moana) and the frozen semen of a ten year old retired dog called Chip. This mean puppies in July or August- winter time.
A sonnng which has been stuck in my head all day: Coldplay- Life in Technicolour ii http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXSovfzyx28
It was weird, I was thinking the opening for Cavalry, by Midnight Youth, in my head, and it somehow merged into the opening for this Coldplay song. It took me hours to figure out what the hell my head was doing, and whether I had the first song completely wrong. I command you to watch the video, it's kinda weird, but funny ;D
And a quote which made me laugh: "We'd have the... whatcha callit... elephant of surprise"- Roger Killian, mentally impaired chicken farmer in Under The Dome (Stephen King).
Merci pour le.. euh.. visit. My French has died, excusez-moi.
Monday, February 15, 2010
February Sixteenth, Twenty-Ten.
Stupid America gets the stupid dates wrong. Stupidheads.
So anyway. Today was mediocre. Study, Geo, interval, Tourism, Classics, lunch, reading, English.
Athletics tomorrow. Joy.
Someone is pestering me at the moment. I will tell you when I have the time and the mindset. Grey's Anatomy is on in less than 15 minutes. Jesus H Christ people are confusing, and so, so intricate. This can be good, but it is also bad. I don't like not knowing things; I hate being left out of jokes or inner circles of friends when I feel like something big is going down, so mentioning something that has an Eau de Secret about it is a mistake, because if you want to know something, you'll have to tell me something in exchange.
Ten minutes left. Anything else?
Well, I made a group on Facebook. It's called "Zombies, Eat Flesh". You know the Subway jingle? Yeah. It's funny :D Just as the "Nacho cheese is not your cheese" joke is from Skins (and probably many other things), the Zombie thing is (where I saw it) a thingy on Deviantart.com that I saw ages ago.
Anyway. Better go. Tata :D
So anyway. Today was mediocre. Study, Geo, interval, Tourism, Classics, lunch, reading, English.
Athletics tomorrow. Joy.
Someone is pestering me at the moment. I will tell you when I have the time and the mindset. Grey's Anatomy is on in less than 15 minutes. Jesus H Christ people are confusing, and so, so intricate. This can be good, but it is also bad. I don't like not knowing things; I hate being left out of jokes or inner circles of friends when I feel like something big is going down, so mentioning something that has an Eau de Secret about it is a mistake, because if you want to know something, you'll have to tell me something in exchange.
Ten minutes left. Anything else?
Well, I made a group on Facebook. It's called "Zombies, Eat Flesh". You know the Subway jingle? Yeah. It's funny :D Just as the "Nacho cheese is not your cheese" joke is from Skins (and probably many other things), the Zombie thing is (where I saw it) a thingy on Deviantart.com that I saw ages ago.
Anyway. Better go. Tata :D
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Holiday Cheer. Yeugh.
So I felt all sick yesterday afternoon. Pounding headache, dizziness, nausea. I rested in bed for three hours. I watched The Amazing Race and fell asleep. I wake up this morning feeling even worse, and so refuse to go to school, lest I stand up and puke all over the place.
Now, eight hours later, I'm feeling mercifully better and blogging.
Sick on Valentines Day. Is that like a subliminal message or something?
So anyway, I have to get off now. I only have half an hour because Mum's angry at me. I was apparently faking being sick this morning. Don't you think that I would fake sick on, say, Athletics day, instead of a day of movies in English, movies in History and study fourth period? Grr.
EDIT: So instead of getting off the computer at 3.45, I instead ended up looking after the office for our PM open time (4-6). Annoyingly, all the customers (8 of them) arrived at once. Lots of eft-pos payments and bringing out of jumping dogs and meowling cats.
Now, eight hours later, I'm feeling mercifully better and blogging.
Sick on Valentines Day. Is that like a subliminal message or something?
So anyway, I have to get off now. I only have half an hour because Mum's angry at me. I was apparently faking being sick this morning. Don't you think that I would fake sick on, say, Athletics day, instead of a day of movies in English, movies in History and study fourth period? Grr.
EDIT: So instead of getting off the computer at 3.45, I instead ended up looking after the office for our PM open time (4-6). Annoyingly, all the customers (8 of them) arrived at once. Lots of eft-pos payments and bringing out of jumping dogs and meowling cats.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A Condensed-To-Death Version Of The Last Nine Years Of My Life
The only way that Feb 14th is significant for me this year is that it is the 8 year anniversary of us living on our farm in our little rural town of Manawatu/Rangitikei.
When I was a kid I used to draw pictures of farms all the time. Barns, chickens, cows, troughs, farm houses... all sorts of stuff. I dreamed of living on one. I think that a lot of city kids wonder what it would be like. For me, it was fun for the first couple of years, but then I got older and some of the novelty had worn off. I hated catching the bus home every day, I wanted to live closer to my friends, I wanted to be somewhere which actually had shops.
What started it all was this: A little while after I turned eight, my parents divorced. Dad moved out of our big white two-storey house in north-east Auckland, and into another big two-storey house a little way away from us. For a few months he moved around, and we saw him less and less.
Then my mum met Irene. Irene was the owner of Petmates, a very popular, well run pet store in Albany. We spent a lot of time down there; Tori (two years younger than me) and I got weekend "jobs". I can't quite remember if there was a time that Irene moved in. She had a trailer in the backyard of some of her pet store employees' house. I remember particularly the "fish man", Hayden.
It was Irene's idea to move here. Mum couldn't keep up with the expenses of our house in the rich-bitch Asian suburbs of Auckland, so we moved here, to this little 12 acre lifestyle block. Irene knew the owner, Bruce, and we bought the place. It was a little more than a month before my ninth birthday. Tori was almost seven, Ellie was almost two.
I started at North Street School, Fielding, in year six under Mrs Finlayson. I went there for three years. Now I attend one of the local high schools.
So now, it's my last year here. It's the longest I've ever lived anywhere. Mum tells me that in my almost-seventeen years, I've lived in approimately twelve-thirteen houses. Yikes!
That's all for now :D
When I was a kid I used to draw pictures of farms all the time. Barns, chickens, cows, troughs, farm houses... all sorts of stuff. I dreamed of living on one. I think that a lot of city kids wonder what it would be like. For me, it was fun for the first couple of years, but then I got older and some of the novelty had worn off. I hated catching the bus home every day, I wanted to live closer to my friends, I wanted to be somewhere which actually had shops.
What started it all was this: A little while after I turned eight, my parents divorced. Dad moved out of our big white two-storey house in north-east Auckland, and into another big two-storey house a little way away from us. For a few months he moved around, and we saw him less and less.
Then my mum met Irene. Irene was the owner of Petmates, a very popular, well run pet store in Albany. We spent a lot of time down there; Tori (two years younger than me) and I got weekend "jobs". I can't quite remember if there was a time that Irene moved in. She had a trailer in the backyard of some of her pet store employees' house. I remember particularly the "fish man", Hayden.
It was Irene's idea to move here. Mum couldn't keep up with the expenses of our house in the rich-bitch Asian suburbs of Auckland, so we moved here, to this little 12 acre lifestyle block. Irene knew the owner, Bruce, and we bought the place. It was a little more than a month before my ninth birthday. Tori was almost seven, Ellie was almost two.
I started at North Street School, Fielding, in year six under Mrs Finlayson. I went there for three years. Now I attend one of the local high schools.
So now, it's my last year here. It's the longest I've ever lived anywhere. Mum tells me that in my almost-seventeen years, I've lived in approimately twelve-thirteen houses. Yikes!
That's all for now :D
Friday, February 12, 2010
God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
Where do we go no body knows
I've gotta say, I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face
Coldplay is awesome, but apparently Chris Martin is a douche.
Finished working for the day. Did four hours this morning, watched some Grey's and read my book this afternoon (Pet Sematary- Stephen King). Mum and co. will be home in about 15 minutes. Tomorrow I'm up at 8.30 to start work at 9.
Fun fun fun.
That's all for now :<
I've gotta say, I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face
Coldplay is awesome, but apparently Chris Martin is a douche.
Finished working for the day. Did four hours this morning, watched some Grey's and read my book this afternoon (Pet Sematary- Stephen King). Mum and co. will be home in about 15 minutes. Tomorrow I'm up at 8.30 to start work at 9.
Fun fun fun.
That's all for now :<
Carlos? Toast!
Being up at the usual school time on a weekend day is not fun. Mum, Irene (her partner) and Ellie (my nine y/o sister) have gone to Tokoroa for a dog show, and Tori and I have been left behind. Tori, of course, is sleeping in, but I, being the one who is not scared to answer the work phone and talk to customers, am looking after the office. Do you know how much I'm being paid for eight hours of work? Fifty dollars. What's the minimum wage for me? Like, $12.50? Alright, so $12.50 x 8= $100. As I'm being paid under the table, I should be getting A HUNDRED DOLLARS. Even with tax that's like 70-80 or something.
This is exploitation. That's the word, right? I don't care. I am being exploited for my talents and fifty freaking dollars is not fair.
I need some toast.
If I had a Mexican servant boy he could bring me some toast.
This is exploitation. That's the word, right? I don't care. I am being exploited for my talents and fifty freaking dollars is not fair.
I need some toast.
If I had a Mexican servant boy he could bring me some toast.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
It's yucky and there's a rapey scene.
Jess will know what the title means.
Speaking of rape, the Greek gods did an awful lot of it; Zeus raped lots of people, including his mother. He also married his sister.
So anyway.
I don't like thinking too much about one particular thing, because it makes me feel ill. However, I'm going to blog about it today (and keep it as short as possible).
I don't like imagining my organs.
I am so weird. I think of squishy intestines and liver and lungs and go "ewwww that's inside me?"
Today I was sitting on the bus on the way to school, thinking about it. I want you to think about it too.
Clench your fist and move your knuckles. Think of the little bones moving around under your flesh, think of the joints and the veins, think about what it would look like if you pulled away the skin. Gross right?
Now find your heartbeat. Don't just feel it, imagine your heart pumping away under your skin, imagine it pushing the blood around your body, imagine how it would look if it stopped.
Lastly, think of yourself as a whole; the soft pink-grey brain inside your skull, the stringy bits behind your eyes, the rolling ball joints of your shoulders, your stomach, digesting what you last ate.
Ha. I just weirded you out. I know it.
Anyway, today was pretty boring. I had Classics, English, Study and then two hours of swimming sports. Yeugh. Missed out on History and Geo. That sucks...
That's all from me for now.
Speaking of rape, the Greek gods did an awful lot of it; Zeus raped lots of people, including his mother. He also married his sister.
So anyway.
I don't like thinking too much about one particular thing, because it makes me feel ill. However, I'm going to blog about it today (and keep it as short as possible).
I don't like imagining my organs.
I am so weird. I think of squishy intestines and liver and lungs and go "ewwww that's inside me?"
Today I was sitting on the bus on the way to school, thinking about it. I want you to think about it too.
Clench your fist and move your knuckles. Think of the little bones moving around under your flesh, think of the joints and the veins, think about what it would look like if you pulled away the skin. Gross right?
Now find your heartbeat. Don't just feel it, imagine your heart pumping away under your skin, imagine it pushing the blood around your body, imagine how it would look if it stopped.
Lastly, think of yourself as a whole; the soft pink-grey brain inside your skull, the stringy bits behind your eyes, the rolling ball joints of your shoulders, your stomach, digesting what you last ate.
Ha. I just weirded you out. I know it.
Anyway, today was pretty boring. I had Classics, English, Study and then two hours of swimming sports. Yeugh. Missed out on History and Geo. That sucks...
That's all from me for now.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Words and weirdness.
God, my last blog was weird. The very weirdest.
I am in a strange mood. I'm not quite sure whether I'm angry or depressed or just plain tired. Whatever it is, I feel pretty terrible. I was all snappy with people at school today (although I do think some of them deserved it- I hate being embarrassed and I sometimes wish people would think before they speak. I do value what other people think of me, and though I love my friends very much, I really don't want to go back to hanging out in a place that others refer to as "Loser Lane"(or in our current case, the Loser Hole) and instead of focusing on my work I just wrote stuff every period. Except Geography, that is; Mrs Jeffreys made us write out three pages of stuff, plus four/five diagrams. Mind numbingly boring, though after a while the words just appear on the page without any kind of realization of what they're saying.
It rained today.
I'm frustrated.
I am in a strange mood. I'm not quite sure whether I'm angry or depressed or just plain tired. Whatever it is, I feel pretty terrible. I was all snappy with people at school today (although I do think some of them deserved it- I hate being embarrassed and I sometimes wish people would think before they speak. I do value what other people think of me, and though I love my friends very much, I really don't want to go back to hanging out in a place that others refer to as "Loser Lane"(or in our current case, the Loser Hole) and instead of focusing on my work I just wrote stuff every period. Except Geography, that is; Mrs Jeffreys made us write out three pages of stuff, plus four/five diagrams. Mind numbingly boring, though after a while the words just appear on the page without any kind of realization of what they're saying.
It rained today.
I'm frustrated.
Oh yeah, I finished The Kite Runner. Bloody fantastic. Read it Jess, I command you. I started Pet Semetary by Stephen King. Yaaay me.
Here are some words (with EMphasis, people!):
- Der-OG-atory
- PI-neapple
- Az-URE
- FRUStrated
- PER-uvian Pav-LOVa
- ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIAN-ism (yeah, bizarches. Second longest English word in the dictionary or something.)
Right, off to clean my room to some happy music. God knows I need it.
Oh, and just a note, Ke$ha; Mick Jagger isn't even hot. So there.
Rubbish. Complete and utter rubbish.
WARNING: bear with me. The third paragraph of this blog is more than a little mentally challenged. This post is an outlet for the rubbish in my head, as you will see in due time (provided you read on, and that this warning wasn't too ominous).
Some moron crashed outside our house today. (There used to be a lot more crashes, but now that there's a passing lane it's a bit better.) A police car, an ambulance and a fire engine came down the road, lights a-flashing, to the scene of the crash around ten-fifteen minutes ago. A customer told me that someone had run their car into the ditch and a truck was involved in some way. There is indeed a big blue truck with stacks of wood parked on the side of the road (and not, thank god, on its side and in the middle of a fiery pile-up)', so hopefully that means that there were minimal injuries.
Speaking of trucks, my mum and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from W(h)anganui last week. We had been picking up a greyhound from the racing track, and as Fleur (beautiful fawn thing) panted and farted away in the back of the van (greyhound farts are abominable) we discussed the strangeness of words. We were talking about how Americans, the English and New Zealanders call the same things by different names (Wellingtons-gumboots, lolly- ice block) when a truck passed and Mum said, "that's a big lorry." her hand went over her mouth and she said, "I haven't called a truck a 'lorry' for years!" while I laughed, not unkindly, at her.
Roll the word around your tounge. Say it over and over again. Doesn't 'lorry' sound like too small of a word for a thing like a truck? Lorry is small and insignificant- it almost sounds like lolly, or dolly- while truck is big and tough. 'tis very strange, the English language. The very strangest.
Another thing I have been thinking about today is the matter of time. Why is it that it takes the same amount of time to deposit a check at the bank as it does to fetch a towel from the airing cupboard and close the laundry door?
Why do certain classes go by so quickly, when others dawdle along like an elderly man with a disabled leg? It's totally baffling.
And also, answer me this: who came up with the concept of time? And why do humans feel the need to take control over something so completely not human like? Something so... uncontrollable by man, something so BIG and CELESTIAL. That may sound weird to you, but here is my reasoning:
A. It is the nature of the human race to control things. People try to control every aspect of their lives: what time they get up in the morning, what they do or don't eat, who they associate with.
B. So why not let go of restrictions? Throw away those stupid little digital watches that you all think are so fantastic! Everyone should live life without ever knowing what the time of day is. In fact, forget the goddamn date! I once went for an entire two weeks without knowing if it was the 15th or the 25th or what, and it was wonderful. It's a feeling of not caring when the next month starts, almost of not knowing where you are.
C. I want to go to Finland in Summer. That would be interesting.
Yeah. So now you know what rubbish swirls around my head at any given time of the day :3
Au revoir.
Some moron crashed outside our house today. (There used to be a lot more crashes, but now that there's a passing lane it's a bit better.) A police car, an ambulance and a fire engine came down the road, lights a-flashing, to the scene of the crash around ten-fifteen minutes ago. A customer told me that someone had run their car into the ditch and a truck was involved in some way. There is indeed a big blue truck with stacks of wood parked on the side of the road (and not, thank god, on its side and in the middle of a fiery pile-up)', so hopefully that means that there were minimal injuries.
Speaking of trucks, my mum and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from W(h)anganui last week. We had been picking up a greyhound from the racing track, and as Fleur (beautiful fawn thing) panted and farted away in the back of the van (greyhound farts are abominable) we discussed the strangeness of words. We were talking about how Americans, the English and New Zealanders call the same things by different names (Wellingtons-gumboots, lolly- ice block) when a truck passed and Mum said, "that's a big lorry." her hand went over her mouth and she said, "I haven't called a truck a 'lorry' for years!" while I laughed, not unkindly, at her.
Roll the word around your tounge. Say it over and over again. Doesn't 'lorry' sound like too small of a word for a thing like a truck? Lorry is small and insignificant- it almost sounds like lolly, or dolly- while truck is big and tough. 'tis very strange, the English language. The very strangest.
Another thing I have been thinking about today is the matter of time. Why is it that it takes the same amount of time to deposit a check at the bank as it does to fetch a towel from the airing cupboard and close the laundry door?
Why do certain classes go by so quickly, when others dawdle along like an elderly man with a disabled leg? It's totally baffling.
And also, answer me this: who came up with the concept of time? And why do humans feel the need to take control over something so completely not human like? Something so... uncontrollable by man, something so BIG and CELESTIAL. That may sound weird to you, but here is my reasoning:
A. It is the nature of the human race to control things. People try to control every aspect of their lives: what time they get up in the morning, what they do or don't eat, who they associate with.
B. So why not let go of restrictions? Throw away those stupid little digital watches that you all think are so fantastic! Everyone should live life without ever knowing what the time of day is. In fact, forget the goddamn date! I once went for an entire two weeks without knowing if it was the 15th or the 25th or what, and it was wonderful. It's a feeling of not caring when the next month starts, almost of not knowing where you are.
C. I want to go to Finland in Summer. That would be interesting.
Yeah. So now you know what rubbish swirls around my head at any given time of the day :3
Au revoir.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Do you got the notion?
To... rock the boat
Don't rock the boat baby!
Rock the boat
Don't tip the boat over!
Reminds me vaguely of things (things other than kayaking and camp).
Good day today. Got stuff done.
GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON PREMIERE TONIGHT. GOLLY GOSH I AM EXCITED. I have white chocolate and ice cold water to accompany me, so yayyyy.
Things that have happened:
- I joined Sheila Winn Shakespeare (W.S. production thingy at my school, hopefully will be fun).
- Finally happy with my classes.
- Started compiling a list of every country in the world and their capitals. So far have around 150, need to finish America and Asia. Jess and Keryn are very good at helping, tip of the hat to them (and I cannot BELIEVE that I forgot Poland!). Doing the same with the U.S.A, have around 35 (without the aid of an atlas).
- I'm a bit concerned about certain people. This blog thing has enabled me to see more fully into the lives of my friends. I hope everything turns out for the best, everyone.
- Actually staying on top of homework for once. I have a little motto. "This year is MY year." Of all my years at high school, THIS will be the one that I concentrate. I'm setting my sights on a Merit endorsement.
- Am listening to a song that gives me a real blast from the past: Walking Away- Craig David. Love his voice, and I love the memories :)
- Hallelujah is now No. 1 on my iTunes most played. Yuss.
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini is brilliant. I'm about two thirds through and I'm loving it. Not my favourite book, but definitely in the top 10.
And now, just to see who actually read my blog; if you were to form a band, what would you call it? :D
Au revoir, mes petites chous ;D
Don't rock the boat baby!
Rock the boat
Don't tip the boat over!
Reminds me vaguely of things (things other than kayaking and camp).
Good day today. Got stuff done.
GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON PREMIERE TONIGHT. GOLLY GOSH I AM EXCITED. I have white chocolate and ice cold water to accompany me, so yayyyy.
Things that have happened:
- I joined Sheila Winn Shakespeare (W.S. production thingy at my school, hopefully will be fun).
- Finally happy with my classes.
- Started compiling a list of every country in the world and their capitals. So far have around 150, need to finish America and Asia. Jess and Keryn are very good at helping, tip of the hat to them (and I cannot BELIEVE that I forgot Poland!). Doing the same with the U.S.A, have around 35 (without the aid of an atlas).
- I'm a bit concerned about certain people. This blog thing has enabled me to see more fully into the lives of my friends. I hope everything turns out for the best, everyone.
- Actually staying on top of homework for once. I have a little motto. "This year is MY year." Of all my years at high school, THIS will be the one that I concentrate. I'm setting my sights on a Merit endorsement.
- Am listening to a song that gives me a real blast from the past: Walking Away- Craig David. Love his voice, and I love the memories :)
- Hallelujah is now No. 1 on my iTunes most played. Yuss.
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini is brilliant. I'm about two thirds through and I'm loving it. Not my favourite book, but definitely in the top 10.
And now, just to see who actually read my blog; if you were to form a band, what would you call it? :D
Au revoir, mes petites chous ;D
Sunday, February 7, 2010
All the Young Conformists.
I love our group so much, so here is a blog post telling everyone about us.
In year 9 and 10 I somehow managed to get involved in a group of people that others often refer to as "the cabbages". In case you don't know, a cabbage describes an exceptionally mentally challenged person (quite unlike the French term of endearment, mon petit chou). I always felt terribly out-of-place, knowing (not modestly, either) the fact that my brain power is far above theirs. I don't think of myself as a terribly smart being, but I do know, at least, that I am smarter than them.
Thankfully, I was granted escape when conflict arose and I expelled myself from the group. It involved a visit to the councilors office (not instigated by me at all) and several heated conversations, but finally I was out.
By year 11 I'd managed to form a new group (or at least, I was a part of a small group that, through certain connections, became bigger). It started with a few, and to this day has grown to around a dozen. I don't really bother to count, but it is quite large. Last year was probably our biggest so far, with three or four new arrivals (one not welcomed by some in the end...). Now that year's seventh formers, Josie and Tabi, have gone their respective ways, and Nadia, Emma and Charlie have left also, we have dwindled a teeny bit. It's very weird being in mufti now while the majority is still wearing ugly skirts and shirts. Nah nah, younglings!
I suppose we influence each other quite a lot; we got Jess to come camping with us for a week; Keryn's kayak adventure rekindled my love of being aboard water vessels (oh, how I'd so love to go white rafting again!); Leone awoke Isaac's met-ero-sex-ual side :D
We have an abundance of inside jokes, little things that at the slightest mention will easily get everyone laughing.
We do extravagant things together, such as camping for a week in the almost-middle-of-nowhere.
We all come from rather different backgrounds and have rather different ideals. Unlike other clique-y groups at our school, we go our own ways with subject selections (and just thank luck if one or more of us are placed in the same class!). I have heard of girls who do things only because their friends are doing them.
Our religious views differ, the countries and neighborhoods we were born in differ, the ways our families are formed differ, and the places we have chosen to go in the future differ.
It's fantastic being in a group with so many different personalities; I suppose being on the outside of the popular kids has shown me that there's so much more value in spending lunchtimes listing all the countries of the world without the aid of an atlas than discussing our sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and previous boyfriends in detail. (There have been times in class where I wish I could blot out the conversations going on across the room.)
Have I finished? I think I'm done spewing my brain all over the place.
So anyway, the thing I was meaning to write about all along was the title; we- we being the early joiners of this blog site- have pressured some others into joining. Conformists!
Thanks for reading, m'dears :3
Au revoir!
In year 9 and 10 I somehow managed to get involved in a group of people that others often refer to as "the cabbages". In case you don't know, a cabbage describes an exceptionally mentally challenged person (quite unlike the French term of endearment, mon petit chou). I always felt terribly out-of-place, knowing (not modestly, either) the fact that my brain power is far above theirs. I don't think of myself as a terribly smart being, but I do know, at least, that I am smarter than them.
Thankfully, I was granted escape when conflict arose and I expelled myself from the group. It involved a visit to the councilors office (not instigated by me at all) and several heated conversations, but finally I was out.
By year 11 I'd managed to form a new group (or at least, I was a part of a small group that, through certain connections, became bigger). It started with a few, and to this day has grown to around a dozen. I don't really bother to count, but it is quite large. Last year was probably our biggest so far, with three or four new arrivals (one not welcomed by some in the end...). Now that year's seventh formers, Josie and Tabi, have gone their respective ways, and Nadia, Emma and Charlie have left also, we have dwindled a teeny bit. It's very weird being in mufti now while the majority is still wearing ugly skirts and shirts. Nah nah, younglings!
I suppose we influence each other quite a lot; we got Jess to come camping with us for a week; Keryn's kayak adventure rekindled my love of being aboard water vessels (oh, how I'd so love to go white rafting again!); Leone awoke Isaac's met-ero-sex-ual side :D
We have an abundance of inside jokes, little things that at the slightest mention will easily get everyone laughing.
We do extravagant things together, such as camping for a week in the almost-middle-of-nowhere.
We all come from rather different backgrounds and have rather different ideals. Unlike other clique-y groups at our school, we go our own ways with subject selections (and just thank luck if one or more of us are placed in the same class!). I have heard of girls who do things only because their friends are doing them.
Our religious views differ, the countries and neighborhoods we were born in differ, the ways our families are formed differ, and the places we have chosen to go in the future differ.
It's fantastic being in a group with so many different personalities; I suppose being on the outside of the popular kids has shown me that there's so much more value in spending lunchtimes listing all the countries of the world without the aid of an atlas than discussing our sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and previous boyfriends in detail. (There have been times in class where I wish I could blot out the conversations going on across the room.)
Have I finished? I think I'm done spewing my brain all over the place.
So anyway, the thing I was meaning to write about all along was the title; we- we being the early joiners of this blog site- have pressured some others into joining. Conformists!
Thanks for reading, m'dears :3
Au revoir!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The epic expedition of the SS Imaginaaation and the SS Octopi
So yesterday I expressed my love of kayaking, and this morning I was invited by Keryn's mum and later Keryn herself to join them on their kayak trip. I accepted, and at 2PM today I was picked up from my place to accompany them to Lake... lake... uh. I can't remember what it's called, but it's a lake. When trying to recall the name I somehow come up with Udders... I don't know why.
Lake Udder was beautiful; as we approached it I saw a blue expanse of water surrounded by rolling green hills, which were scattered with sheep and ducks and reeds.
We drifted, often aimlessly, often with determination and purpose, around the lake, every so often running into Keryn's parents (at one point encountering a bald man in a very green speedboat. We laughed at him and he put on his hat. Weird), and occasionally running into these two dragonflies who were... *ahem* a bit busy.
We dubbed our ships the SS Imaaginaaation (Keryn's) and the SS Octopi (mine). Let me stress that my ship has 16 tentacles. I also never fell off it, which is a plus.
So after all this, we aimlessly drifted back to shore for a snack. Mum made me bring muffins. As we were eating, Keryn gave a shout and I jumped up, expecting the dragonflies or a wasp or, I don't know, A YETI, only to find that the cause of the shout was two small, white, fluffy bichons. Thanks, Keryn, for instigating a shitting of the bricks incident.
So we ate Mum's orange and honey muffins and proceeded to find the trampoline. First we tried a strange red contraption which actually turned out to be a low set of monkey bars. Thank God we didn't try to bounce on it. Next we found another red thing, but this turned out to be a slide. Our third and final guess actually was a trampoline! Champion, Keryn, we did it!
We took one last spin around the lake, and then packed up and set off at 5PM. Three hours of sun and fun, and many thanks to a portion of the Knight clan for having me!
Aaand that was the majority of my day. How is it that I get up at 9.30AM and still accomplish almost nothing? Ugh.
Laters, biznitches :D
Lake Udder was beautiful; as we approached it I saw a blue expanse of water surrounded by rolling green hills, which were scattered with sheep and ducks and reeds.
We drifted, often aimlessly, often with determination and purpose, around the lake, every so often running into Keryn's parents (at one point encountering a bald man in a very green speedboat. We laughed at him and he put on his hat. Weird), and occasionally running into these two dragonflies who were... *ahem* a bit busy.
We dubbed our ships the SS Imaaginaaation (Keryn's) and the SS Octopi (mine). Let me stress that my ship has 16 tentacles. I also never fell off it, which is a plus.
So after all this, we aimlessly drifted back to shore for a snack. Mum made me bring muffins. As we were eating, Keryn gave a shout and I jumped up, expecting the dragonflies or a wasp or, I don't know, A YETI, only to find that the cause of the shout was two small, white, fluffy bichons. Thanks, Keryn, for instigating a shitting of the bricks incident.
So we ate Mum's orange and honey muffins and proceeded to find the trampoline. First we tried a strange red contraption which actually turned out to be a low set of monkey bars. Thank God we didn't try to bounce on it. Next we found another red thing, but this turned out to be a slide. Our third and final guess actually was a trampoline! Champion, Keryn, we did it!
We took one last spin around the lake, and then packed up and set off at 5PM. Three hours of sun and fun, and many thanks to a portion of the Knight clan for having me!
Aaand that was the majority of my day. How is it that I get up at 9.30AM and still accomplish almost nothing? Ugh.
Laters, biznitches :D
Friday, February 5, 2010
It's me again
And I am so, so, fucking angry.
Mum just got back from five hours away in Otaki, and the first thing she does it yell at me.
Me: Hi mum!
Mum: Why didn't you answer the phone?!
Me: ...
Mum: I rang the WORK phone, the HOME phone, YOUR cell phone, TORI'S cell phone and HANNAH'S cell phone, and then I TEXTED everyone and NO ONE ANSWERED!
Me: I didn't know
Mum: Of COURSE you fucking didn't! Where have you BEEN? You were supposed to be looking after the OFFICE!
Me: >:| I've been here for ages checking in people who CAME OUT OF HOURS.
Then she left. And then she came back and
Me (cheerful): Hi Mum.
Mum: Who rang?
Me: Hi Mum!
Mum: Did anyone ring?
Me: Not really
Mum: What's that supposed to mean?
Me: Hi Mum!
And then she leaves again.
I don't know what's wrong, but I CANNOT seem to be able to have even a simple conversation with her these days. She ignores me all the time and when I try to talk to her she's all grumpy and tells me to fuck off cause she's busy. What did I do?
>:|
It CAN'T be because I didn't go to the beach. She never wants to go anywhere with me anyway. Fucking hell. No wonder I'm so bloody stressed.
Mum just got back from five hours away in Otaki, and the first thing she does it yell at me.
Me: Hi mum!
Mum: Why didn't you answer the phone?!
Me: ...
Mum: I rang the WORK phone, the HOME phone, YOUR cell phone, TORI'S cell phone and HANNAH'S cell phone, and then I TEXTED everyone and NO ONE ANSWERED!
Me: I didn't know
Mum: Of COURSE you fucking didn't! Where have you BEEN? You were supposed to be looking after the OFFICE!
Me: >:| I've been here for ages checking in people who CAME OUT OF HOURS.
Then she left. And then she came back and
Me (cheerful): Hi Mum.
Mum: Who rang?
Me: Hi Mum!
Mum: Did anyone ring?
Me: Not really
Mum: What's that supposed to mean?
Me: Hi Mum!
And then she leaves again.
I don't know what's wrong, but I CANNOT seem to be able to have even a simple conversation with her these days. She ignores me all the time and when I try to talk to her she's all grumpy and tells me to fuck off cause she's busy. What did I do?
>:|
It CAN'T be because I didn't go to the beach. She never wants to go anywhere with me anyway. Fucking hell. No wonder I'm so bloody stressed.
You made me do it.
I wear too much black, apparently, so here is a lot of green. I don't really mind; I quite like green.
But because I'm in a black mood anyway, I'm going to complain about something.
Youtube sensations. You know the kind; Ray William Johnson, Shane Dawson, Smosh, Justin Beiber (*gags*). My sister has been playing their videos all day, and I am sick to death of "Shanaynay". It's not even funny! Stupid YouTube with its stupid people commenting stupidly on stupid things. They should all die of stupid.
I wish I had a milkshake. The McDonalds kind. I also wish I lived in Fielding. Sanson is boring as shit and I hate the school bus.
Anyway.
So I didn't start reading The Cider House Rules or The Stand. I instead started reading The Penguin History of New Zealand (by Michael King), a freely issued textbook for my History class. It's very interesting. I never knew that it was possibly possible that people in Asia could see the Taupo explosion. I also found out that it took 100 years (or, when in comparison to other places, two seconds) for people to properly colonize New Zealand, while it took America 400 and Europe 2000. I can't think of a "just goes to show" statement, but it is pretty damn cool.
I think that's everything.
Au revoir :<
But because I'm in a black mood anyway, I'm going to complain about something.
Youtube sensations. You know the kind; Ray William Johnson, Shane Dawson, Smosh, Justin Beiber (*gags*). My sister has been playing their videos all day, and I am sick to death of "Shanaynay". It's not even funny! Stupid YouTube with its stupid people commenting stupidly on stupid things. They should all die of stupid.
I wish I had a milkshake. The McDonalds kind. I also wish I lived in Fielding. Sanson is boring as shit and I hate the school bus.
Anyway.
So I didn't start reading The Cider House Rules or The Stand. I instead started reading The Penguin History of New Zealand (by Michael King), a freely issued textbook for my History class. It's very interesting. I never knew that it was possibly possible that people in Asia could see the Taupo explosion. I also found out that it took 100 years (or, when in comparison to other places, two seconds) for people to properly colonize New Zealand, while it took America 400 and Europe 2000. I can't think of a "just goes to show" statement, but it is pretty damn cool.
I think that's everything.
Au revoir :<
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Middle
So, I finished Perfume (Patrick Suskind). Holy SHIT. HOLY shit. It is seriously the weirdest fucking book I've ever read. Do you like 10,000 person orgies? What about cannibalism? Murder? Gross smells? If you answered yes, read this book.
What to read next? I can't decide between The Cider House Rules and The Stand. Hmm.
Beautiful song, beautiful.
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah..
I wish I could write songs like that.
Ooh, listen to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ7ZvxXvn90
It is very, very good for positivity. When I feel stressed, or angry, or just plain sad, I listen to it because the lyrics make me feel better. It's the top song on my iTunes playlist.
The first ten are:
1. The Middle: Jimmy Eat World
2. Closer: Joshua Radin
3. New Shoes: Paolo Nutini
4. Drumming Song: Florence And The Machine
5. Hallelujah: Jeff Buckley
6. She's A Genius: Jet
7. Wake Me Up Before You Go Go: Wham! (this is one of my guilty pleasures. Srsly, it's so happy!)
8. Open Happiness: Brendon Urie, Patrick Stump, Travis McCoy, Cee-Lo Green, Butch Walker (this one is my sister's fault. Sometimes she doesn't change from my iTunes to hers).
9. Dog Days: Florence And The Machine
10. Beautiful Mess: Jason Mraz
I'm a muddle today. My posts lately have been more like this. I mean, random facts about octopi? Wtf? At least I made you laugh, Keryn! :D
I guess that's all for now. Adieu!
What to read next? I can't decide between The Cider House Rules and The Stand. Hmm.
Beautiful song, beautiful.
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah..
I wish I could write songs like that.
Ooh, listen to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ7ZvxXvn90
It is very, very good for positivity. When I feel stressed, or angry, or just plain sad, I listen to it because the lyrics make me feel better. It's the top song on my iTunes playlist.
The first ten are:
1. The Middle: Jimmy Eat World
2. Closer: Joshua Radin
3. New Shoes: Paolo Nutini
4. Drumming Song: Florence And The Machine
5. Hallelujah: Jeff Buckley
6. She's A Genius: Jet
7. Wake Me Up Before You Go Go: Wham! (this is one of my guilty pleasures. Srsly, it's so happy!)
8. Open Happiness: Brendon Urie, Patrick Stump, Travis McCoy, Cee-Lo Green, Butch Walker (this one is my sister's fault. Sometimes she doesn't change from my iTunes to hers).
9. Dog Days: Florence And The Machine
10. Beautiful Mess: Jason Mraz
I'm a muddle today. My posts lately have been more like this. I mean, random facts about octopi? Wtf? At least I made you laugh, Keryn! :D
I guess that's all for now. Adieu!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Disease. Plus facts about octopi.
Feels like I made a mistake
I think I did. Not a huge one, but one to learn by, all the same.
I made somebody's heart break
That line's a bit strong... but I did hurt someone. I'm sorry.
Now I have to let you go
I do
I have to let you go
I will
I've got a disease
Trying to talk to me wont work; my mind's made up. I'm just stubborn like that.
'Disease' is by Matchbox Twenty, my favourite band. I've twisted the lyrics a teeny bit to make them fit.
Anyway. All that aside, I actually had a pretty good day. I did learn my lesson though; next time I will make sure I wear jeans that actually enable me to breathe.
Last period of the day was study, which was great because I managed to get half my Geography homework done, so yay me.
I have finally figured out what I'll be doing with my life. I will leave school, move to Asia, and become a monk. Wouldn't that be cool? I could live in the mountains and sleep on hay and ride eagles or whatever it is they do. So long as the robes are grey, I'm there.
After a few years of this, I think I'll find some sort of cave and isolate myself from the human world, make friends with birds and eat plants, build myself a little life out of sticks and tree sap.
Wait... no. That wont work. I don't think monks have internet. I guess that means that my second option of becoming Amish also will not work.
What, then?
I would also like to address something to my blogmates. I have been reading the things that you put on here, and I want to let you all know that I love you guys to bits :) Everything will get better one day, I promise. Big hugs from me <3
I want to keep writing, but there's nothing to write about. Oooh hey, you know what's really cool? Octopi.
Yeah, you didn't see that coming, did you?
Did you know...
- Octopi have no bones. The only thing resembling a bone is its beak, which is actually more like human fingernails, only much more lethal because
- Octopus bites are poisonous.
- Octopi have feet on their heads. Yeah, I don't quite know about that one, either.
- They're also quite small. The largest can be up to 15kg. I thought they were huge! Kind of like squid. Squid are weird, though. I'd rather have an octopus as a pet than a squid.
Oh well. Time to go. I think I'd better go do the rest of my Geo homework soon :(
Ta ta :<
I think I did. Not a huge one, but one to learn by, all the same.
I made somebody's heart break
That line's a bit strong... but I did hurt someone. I'm sorry.
Now I have to let you go
I do
I have to let you go
I will
I've got a disease
Trying to talk to me wont work; my mind's made up. I'm just stubborn like that.
'Disease' is by Matchbox Twenty, my favourite band. I've twisted the lyrics a teeny bit to make them fit.
Anyway. All that aside, I actually had a pretty good day. I did learn my lesson though; next time I will make sure I wear jeans that actually enable me to breathe.
Last period of the day was study, which was great because I managed to get half my Geography homework done, so yay me.
I have finally figured out what I'll be doing with my life. I will leave school, move to Asia, and become a monk. Wouldn't that be cool? I could live in the mountains and sleep on hay and ride eagles or whatever it is they do. So long as the robes are grey, I'm there.
After a few years of this, I think I'll find some sort of cave and isolate myself from the human world, make friends with birds and eat plants, build myself a little life out of sticks and tree sap.
Wait... no. That wont work. I don't think monks have internet. I guess that means that my second option of becoming Amish also will not work.
What, then?
I would also like to address something to my blogmates. I have been reading the things that you put on here, and I want to let you all know that I love you guys to bits :) Everything will get better one day, I promise. Big hugs from me <3
I want to keep writing, but there's nothing to write about. Oooh hey, you know what's really cool? Octopi.
Yeah, you didn't see that coming, did you?
Did you know...
- Octopi have no bones. The only thing resembling a bone is its beak, which is actually more like human fingernails, only much more lethal because
- Octopus bites are poisonous.
- Octopi have feet on their heads. Yeah, I don't quite know about that one, either.
- They're also quite small. The largest can be up to 15kg. I thought they were huge! Kind of like squid. Squid are weird, though. I'd rather have an octopus as a pet than a squid.
Oh well. Time to go. I think I'd better go do the rest of my Geo homework soon :(
Ta ta :<
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Let me emphasise once again
That whoever invented life is a fucking moron. Yeah. Fuck you very much, douchebag.
Oh yeah, and so fucking WHAT if I have "commitment issues"? My life, my decisions. Don't try to change my mind. I am a stubborn, indecisive, bitch, I know. I know.
I do.
I don't want to hold back in writing this blog, but with all you guys reading it I feel like I have to. There are just some things I wouldn't write here, though I wish I could. It is a good place to vent, though. I like venting. The internet accepts my venting.
I'm going to wait. I swear, I'm going to wait.
Look at these photos. They're beautiful, right?
Black and white is beautiful. That's why life isn't.
Oh yeah, and so fucking WHAT if I have "commitment issues"? My life, my decisions. Don't try to change my mind. I am a stubborn, indecisive, bitch, I know. I know.
I do.
I don't want to hold back in writing this blog, but with all you guys reading it I feel like I have to. There are just some things I wouldn't write here, though I wish I could. It is a good place to vent, though. I like venting. The internet accepts my venting.
I'm going to wait. I swear, I'm going to wait.
Look at these photos. They're beautiful, right?
Black and white is beautiful. That's why life isn't.
Life is fine and dandy... Sort of.
My god what a tiring day!
I don't know why, but I ended up watching four episodes of Skins Season 1 last night, which means I fell asleep at around midnight. I woke up, as per usual at 6.30AM, yet didn't actually get up till half past seven, and only because my sister came in and told me it almost time to go.
Ah well. I am able, thank god, to be ready for school in 20 minutes. So yay.
Thank god also that I remembered today's the day (for teddy bears to get their picks nicked!) for stationery shopping and for locker allocations. As it was, I was the last in my group class to get a locker even though I was the first into the corridor to choose mine. Bloody year 12s, I blame them! And also Matt for pushing in. Grr.
Signed out at half past two, walked to the dairy for a drink, caught the bus home.
Mum and co. are off to the beach tonight (Tangimoana yet again) but I think I'm gonna stay home. Mum threatened to drag me to the car, but I reckon she'll give in. She always does.
I'm waiting for someone to get on MSN. GET ON. GO.No, scratch that. I WAS waiting. Now it is too late and will have to wait till later.
Ah yes, she has just left without me! I told you I'd win. Go me. She did say there'd be a "colossal punishment" when she gets back, but I do not care, not one bit, no sir. Whatever she dishes out she will forget in less than a day, so all good.
There is nothing much else, really. I have almost finished Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer. It's a bloody good book, so this will soon be something to cross of my list.
Tatty bye! Time to eat dinner and then start on Skins Season 2 :D
I don't know why, but I ended up watching four episodes of Skins Season 1 last night, which means I fell asleep at around midnight. I woke up, as per usual at 6.30AM, yet didn't actually get up till half past seven, and only because my sister came in and told me it almost time to go.
Ah well. I am able, thank god, to be ready for school in 20 minutes. So yay.
Thank god also that I remembered today's the day (for teddy bears to get their picks nicked!) for stationery shopping and for locker allocations. As it was, I was the last in my group class to get a locker even though I was the first into the corridor to choose mine. Bloody year 12s, I blame them! And also Matt for pushing in. Grr.
Signed out at half past two, walked to the dairy for a drink, caught the bus home.
Mum and co. are off to the beach tonight (Tangimoana yet again) but I think I'm gonna stay home. Mum threatened to drag me to the car, but I reckon she'll give in. She always does.
I'm waiting for someone to get on MSN. GET ON. GO.
Ah yes, she has just left without me! I told you I'd win. Go me. She did say there'd be a "colossal punishment" when she gets back, but I do not care, not one bit, no sir. Whatever she dishes out she will forget in less than a day, so all good.
There is nothing much else, really. I have almost finished Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer. It's a bloody good book, so this will soon be something to cross of my list.
Tatty bye! Time to eat dinner and then start on Skins Season 2 :D
TEENAGEANGSTGRAAAWWR.
I am confused.
Also angry.
I have two really shit teachers for classes this year. I still don't know who is in my study period. We are doing shakespeare instead of a novel in English (first time ever; every year so far I've been lucky enough to be in the classes that do film and novel). We moved group classes, and this means I am out of A Block for the first time in four years. I do believe that change is good, and it is beneficial, but I don't like this change (it's all your fault Chrissy! XD).
A lot happened today, and I wont go into it all, but I will say that I must be the most impatient yet indecisive person I know.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a little better (and Mrs Berg wont kill me. I know she wants to).
xx
Also angry.
I have two really shit teachers for classes this year. I still don't know who is in my study period. We are doing shakespeare instead of a novel in English (first time ever; every year so far I've been lucky enough to be in the classes that do film and novel). We moved group classes, and this means I am out of A Block for the first time in four years. I do believe that change is good, and it is beneficial, but I don't like this change (it's all your fault Chrissy! XD).
A lot happened today, and I wont go into it all, but I will say that I must be the most impatient yet indecisive person I know.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a little better (and Mrs Berg wont kill me. I know she wants to).
xx
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