Stayed home from last day of school today, because Mum needed help to get stuff for our holiday ready. It was probably a bad decision, since now I'm trouble cause I missed out on the last period we had in Geo to finish our internal, and, since Mrs Jeffreys is my sister group teacher she apparently had a nut about it. I was obviously going to fail it anyway, though. There's no way i could have done an evaluation, half my conclusion and two pages of other shit in 50 minutes.
Hm. So, bag is almost packed, just need to gather in my stuff from the latest load of washing and find some other stuff and then I'm sweeet, duude.
Right, down to business. It seems that Alex thinks that our group is a dictatorship.
Some people are "afraid to speak out".
You want to know what's going on? ASK. You think you're excluded on purpose from certain things? YOU'RE NOT. If there's anything you're not told, it's probably because that person think you're not interested, because they're boyfriend issues, or family issues, or school issues.
Some personal stuff, true, is held back because the person who it concerns want only tell the person he or she trusts the most.
I'm not going to lie, I like drama. Sometimes I feed it. I love arguing with people, especially when I'm totally and utterly sure that I'm right. I love yelling, and shouting, and forcing my opinions down people's throats, but it is RIDICULOUS to say that our group has a hierarchy.
People try to control (in this situation) because they care. Relationships within the group were discouraged because nothing worked out the first fifteen thousand times, and while I do, admittedly, think that it's a bit OTT, doesn't it show you that some people care about the stupid drama that others cause?
You know what? I don't even know what I'm saying. No one's going to agree with me, because most likely you all think Alex is right. EDIT: You all do, apparently. Thanks a bunch, guys.
Ohhh look at this. Alex says that I'm at the top of the hierarchy. Am I? No. I've been in the group for pretty much the longest, after my previous one turned to shit, but I don't consider myself above anyone. I love everyone the same. How can I consider myself at the top, anyway, when pretty much everyone is more intelligent than me? Is better off than me? Is more talented?
So, everything goes through Chrissy and I, eh? Do you know WHY? Because I ASK ABOUT SHIT. I like to know what's going on, what people's problems are, and if possible, I like to help, but consider above statement.
Or am I being a dictator without even realizing it?
Stupid question, Rose. Shut up. Of course you're not.
AHAHAHA.
HAHAHA.
HAHA.
I'm not actually laughing. That was internet-based maniac/depressed/anxious laughter.
Let's see. If you THINK that I'm (or anyone else) is being all controlling, TELL THEM. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF.
I DON'T HAVE A GUN, THERE ARE NO GAS CHAMBERS, I LOVE YOU ALL EQUALLY. YOU CAN TELL HITLER TO STUFF HIS RED HOT POKER UP HIS ASS.
Don't actually do that. Ouch.
Fuck, now I'm rambling.
P.S. Thanks, Alex, for the blog-fodder.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Penultimate Day + More Complete and Utter Wubbish
Yeeeaaaaah one day left of school!
I'd to complain, though, about time. We should be able to manipulate it. We could be like, "I hate this class. It's boring" or "hmmm this day is turning out to be complete and utter shit" or "ooh there's this thing I'm really looking forward to which is sadly happening in the very, very un-near future" and then press a mental button and zoom forwards to this place in like, a second, while still knowing about all the stuff you would have had to endure had you stayed in the present- past. That does, I suppose, defeat the purpose of a bad day, but had you gone by not knowing you might have missed something rather important, such as the fact that that trip into town you were planning had been postponed, therefore causing you to end up alone and depressed at the entrance of some shopping mall, wondering why nobody bothered to tell you.
Of course, backward time-hopping would be idiotic, considering all the messes that people would make- we'd end up with alternate universes and multiple deaths of the same person and perhaps some kind of strange anomaly which causes the entire earth to turn into a giant slice of cheesecake. And so you see. Forward-hopping would be spectacularly more useful than backwards-hopping.
But then there is the issue of unnecessary manipulation. Imagine if everyone could do this, and a whole lot of people decided to ignore the implications and see what they might look like in thirty years or so. Mass time-jumps would occur, and with the stress on the time/space continuum- I must digress:
- who knows what might happen?
And then think how some would feel if they jumped and ended up standing next to their tombstone. They'd have to disappear on the spot, and all those memories they'd sort-of-missed would flash before their eyes.
Perhaps it would be better if only I could do that. I'd jump, like, one day. Cool.
I'd to complain, though, about time. We should be able to manipulate it. We could be like, "I hate this class. It's boring" or "hmmm this day is turning out to be complete and utter shit" or "ooh there's this thing I'm really looking forward to which is sadly happening in the very, very un-near future" and then press a mental button and zoom forwards to this place in like, a second, while still knowing about all the stuff you would have had to endure had you stayed in the present- past. That does, I suppose, defeat the purpose of a bad day, but had you gone by not knowing you might have missed something rather important, such as the fact that that trip into town you were planning had been postponed, therefore causing you to end up alone and depressed at the entrance of some shopping mall, wondering why nobody bothered to tell you.
Of course, backward time-hopping would be idiotic, considering all the messes that people would make- we'd end up with alternate universes and multiple deaths of the same person and perhaps some kind of strange anomaly which causes the entire earth to turn into a giant slice of cheesecake. And so you see. Forward-hopping would be spectacularly more useful than backwards-hopping.
But then there is the issue of unnecessary manipulation. Imagine if everyone could do this, and a whole lot of people decided to ignore the implications and see what they might look like in thirty years or so. Mass time-jumps would occur, and with the stress on the time/space continuum- I must digress:
YATTA!
- who knows what might happen?
And then think how some would feel if they jumped and ended up standing next to their tombstone. They'd have to disappear on the spot, and all those memories they'd sort-of-missed would flash before their eyes.
Perhaps it would be better if only I could do that. I'd jump, like, one day. Cool.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Brekekekex koax!
Sorry about the title; it's a line from a play by Aristophanes which has been stuck in my head since third period. It's supposed to be a frog noise :D
Had a pretty alright day at school. Suppose this morning was pretty stink because some people were making me angry, but the rest of the day was fine.
So happy that we only have two days left. That's all I have to endure for a while.
Today is drama would have been fantastic, except for one person. She's a nice enough person, but sometimes she really gets on my nerves and today I wanted to hurt her.
I am so tired. I could barely stay awake in English. Even after a V, which usually wakes me up at least a little, I still wanted to sleep. I've slept through my very loud alarm for the last two days now. I hate that I'm so tired. Hate it.
Oooh, quick question. Is Persephone said like Per-seh-phone or Per-seh-phon-ee? I think the first, but someone said it the other way around today and now I'm confused. He also pronounced Charon as Ca-ron, while I say it how it's spelt.
I did, though, think that Aristophanes was said like Ah-wrist-o-phanes, not Ah-ris-toh-phan-ees.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this Nothing Blog was bought to you by the TeenAngst co. TM.
Thanks for reading. I think.
Had a pretty alright day at school. Suppose this morning was pretty stink because some people were making me angry, but the rest of the day was fine.
So happy that we only have two days left. That's all I have to endure for a while.
Today is drama would have been fantastic, except for one person. She's a nice enough person, but sometimes she really gets on my nerves and today I wanted to hurt her.
I am so tired. I could barely stay awake in English. Even after a V, which usually wakes me up at least a little, I still wanted to sleep. I've slept through my very loud alarm for the last two days now. I hate that I'm so tired. Hate it.
Oooh, quick question. Is Persephone said like Per-seh-phone or Per-seh-phon-ee? I think the first, but someone said it the other way around today and now I'm confused. He also pronounced Charon as Ca-ron, while I say it how it's spelt.
I did, though, think that Aristophanes was said like Ah-wrist-o-phanes, not Ah-ris-toh-phan-ees.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this Nothing Blog was bought to you by the TeenAngst co. TM.
Thanks for reading. I think.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
"Turn Off The Sun & I'm Still Gonna Shine"
Sometimes tears say all there is to say / Sometimes you first scars wont ever fade away / Try to break my heart, well it's broke / Try to hang me high, well I'm choked / Wanted rain on me, well I'm soaked / Soaked to the skin
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes / Sometime we've no choice but to walk away / Try to break my heart, well it's broke / Try to hang me high, well I'm choked / Wanted rain on me, well I'm soaked / Soaked to the skin
- The End Where I Begin: The Script
I'm a little annoyed right now. See, I got a $20 iTunes gift card as a b'day pressie from my auntie, and yesterday afternoon I found a movie I wanted (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) and started to download it- the computer said it would take 4 hours.
Later on, my sister exits my iTunes and opens her own while this movie is still downloading. I go on, and find that while it's over half done, there are still 4 hours to go. I mean, it's great that it's still going, at least, and I haven't wasted 12 dollars, but still. Grrr.
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes / Sometime we've no choice but to walk away / Try to break my heart, well it's broke / Try to hang me high, well I'm choked / Wanted rain on me, well I'm soaked / Soaked to the skin
- The End Where I Begin: The Script
* * *
I'm a little annoyed right now. See, I got a $20 iTunes gift card as a b'day pressie from my auntie, and yesterday afternoon I found a movie I wanted (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) and started to download it- the computer said it would take 4 hours.
Later on, my sister exits my iTunes and opens her own while this movie is still downloading. I go on, and find that while it's over half done, there are still 4 hours to go. I mean, it's great that it's still going, at least, and I haven't wasted 12 dollars, but still. Grrr.
* * *
I'm also happy, because I was given an A+ for my first Classics booklet (which was on the Wasps, by Aristophanes). I kind of want to do a Classics scholarship, because then I'll have a far bigger chance of getting into Vic Uni.
* * *
I know I've been going on about it a lot, which may be a little insensitive, but we're going on holiday on Saturday! Mum is super super excited, and I'm looking forward to it quite a lot :D
It's our first proper holiday in aaaages.
I mean, when I was a little kid, we used to go on holiday pretty much every year. In the first seven years of my life we went to Arizona, Fiji, The Gold Coast and England (twice), but now that Dad's gone we don't so much. Last time I went overseas was when I was 11, to visit Mum's family in Cornwall, and last time Mum went overseas was to Canada for five weeks in 2008.
So it will be gooood, because HOPEFULLY my sisters can refrain from fighting for once, and everyone will be happy (though if we can't even get along on Christmas Day- last year was monstrous- how can we get along for 10 days in a motorhome?).
It's our first proper holiday in aaaages.
I mean, when I was a little kid, we used to go on holiday pretty much every year. In the first seven years of my life we went to Arizona, Fiji, The Gold Coast and England (twice), but now that Dad's gone we don't so much. Last time I went overseas was when I was 11, to visit Mum's family in Cornwall, and last time Mum went overseas was to Canada for five weeks in 2008.
So it will be gooood, because HOPEFULLY my sisters can refrain from fighting for once, and everyone will be happy (though if we can't even get along on Christmas Day- last year was monstrous- how can we get along for 10 days in a motorhome?).
Saturday, March 27, 2010
This Is A Blog Title
So sick of so much stuff right now.
Sick of family problems, friend problems, school problems and self problems. I want everything to just settle the fuck down and stay right, for a change. I mean, there are good times, but I always feel like they're way too few compared to the good stuff.
I'm sick of my sister being such a bitch. I do nice stuff for her, and she's like "oh, cool, that's exactly what you should have done." I stick up for her, but when it comes to her defending me, I don't get shit.
Just now she lied to Mum and told her I'd slapped Ellie. Now Mum's angry at me because I called her a liar and somehow- as usual- everything has been turned around on me. And of course, even though she just lied, she expects me to be all happy and nice and care about the stupid shit she watches on YouTube.
I'm always getting ganged up on, especially at the dinner table. It fucking sucks. I want to go to Wellington already and meet a bunch of awesome new people. I want to go camping with my friends again. I want everyone to just shut up and leave me alone.
If everything I want to happen this year doesn't happen, I will be a very unhappy camper.
Sick of family problems, friend problems, school problems and self problems. I want everything to just settle the fuck down and stay right, for a change. I mean, there are good times, but I always feel like they're way too few compared to the good stuff.
I'm sick of my sister being such a bitch. I do nice stuff for her, and she's like "oh, cool, that's exactly what you should have done." I stick up for her, but when it comes to her defending me, I don't get shit.
Just now she lied to Mum and told her I'd slapped Ellie. Now Mum's angry at me because I called her a liar and somehow- as usual- everything has been turned around on me. And of course, even though she just lied, she expects me to be all happy and nice and care about the stupid shit she watches on YouTube.
I'm always getting ganged up on, especially at the dinner table. It fucking sucks. I want to go to Wellington already and meet a bunch of awesome new people. I want to go camping with my friends again. I want everyone to just shut up and leave me alone.
If everything I want to happen this year doesn't happen, I will be a very unhappy camper.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The World in all its Worldliness.
The world is silly. So, so silly. Of course, "silly" is probably a freakish understatement for use in this kind of sentence, but still I will use it, because it sounds so... so... so, well, silly.
Righty. So, today at lunchtime there was what can be described as none other than a role-playing of history. Yes, that IS how weird we are. With Jess as a very aristocratic Tsar, myself as Lenin, Isaac as the high priest and others as various revolutionaries and serfs, we pretty much recreated the politics of early 20th century Russia. We had guns and ice and palaces and everything.
Kidding, but we should have.
*No doubt that from this point on I will speak complete and utter wubbish. Discontinue reading if you feel your brain begin to leap out through your ears in fright.*
And so this leads me to my argument (though I'm sure the most part of you will agree) that the world is so terribly, horribly, excruciatingly silly.
There is something wrong with EVERYTHING.
Man says, "oh look, a wonderful, naturally beautiful forest, abundant with animals and plant life and things which might one day cure cancer... Let's chop it all down so we can build something uglifyingly modern and polluted!"
Man looks at a lovely, peaceful country and exclaims, "Ooooh I just had the most wonderful idea! Why don't we bomb it to smithereens?"
There is also, we assume, something which will take over from everything.
Man looks at a lovely cuddly tiger cub, the last of its species, and shoots it anyway, thinking 'never mind, more of them will materialize out of thin air later.'
So, what do we do when all the forests have been ripped down, the last predator slaughtered, the last able bodied man and woman killed in the ravages of war? Will we turn our nukes on ourselves? Because, of course, by that time everyone will have nukes and the arms race will be over, and all we'll have left to do is sit and wait and see who obliterates who first, so the chain of events can happen and so the earth can be destroyed.
I know, I know, sometimes I like to think of myself as terribly philosophical.
History is completely ridiculous, not only because of how goddamn much there is of it, but because of the people in it. People in History have done retarded things.
Take Tsar Nicholas II. He went to war and left his inept wife and holy man to manage things while he was gone. No wonder a heap of his people hated him; he was utterly useless.
Funny, but all I can think about when I think of History is war, or attempt at it; World Wars I and II, the War in Vietnam, the Boer War, Ancient Athen's multiple wars with Sparta, The Russian Civil War, The American Civil War, Napoleon's attempt at war on Russia, the Rwandan Genocide, Pol Pot, King Alexander's conquers, ANZAC in the Wars, the War in Afghanistan...
Does war, in some ways, shape our lives? In a sick, twisted way, are we used to it? The bombing of the Twin Towers in 2001 was horrific enough, as were the terrorist bombings in London, but when I really think about it, I can't seem to be shocked by anything anymore. Even natural disasters- the Earth's war on man- don't have the same effect. Mum was quite horrified to find that when that earthquake hit Chile, I could do more but say "how sad".
Is it just me, or is it our generation?
Is it, to some extent, the internet, even? Maybe not so much for some of you, but I've seen some pretty bad stuff, and I don't even get surprised anymore, because I know that there is "bad and evil stuffs on teh internetz".
Whatever it is, the world is silly and we all know why, we just, for some reason, can't fix it. It's one of those reactions, the one you can't reverse (I forget what it's called- this was Y11 SCI). You mix in all the pain and suffering and destruction until you've got this big, broiling, bubbly mess, and you can't undo all these separate things and put them on the back shelves where they belong.
People are stupid. Stupid, smelly, insignificant people, ruining everything and making messes and not cleaning them up. Yeah....
Not you guys, though! You guys are great! (end reference).
Righty right. And so now I'm going to educate you lot and myself, and clear up some stuff, because though I do know quite a bit about political systems, especially communism and aristocracy, here are some simple definitions. Don't laugh, I'm just wasting time :D (Yes yes, I know most of this is copy pasta-ed from Wiki):
1. Communism: a social structure in which classes are abolished and property is commonly controlled. Karl Marx was the father of this thought, and his thoughts were followed by people such as Vladimir Lenin and Ho Chi Minh.
2. Aristocracy: a social structure in which one person has complete and utter control over the people- where no one in his country is his equal. For example, Tsar Nicholas II.
3. Democracy: a system carried out either by the people or by means of elections by the people (such as New Zealand :D).
4. Oligarchy: a form of government in which power effectively rests with a small elite segment of society distinguished by royalty, wealth, family ties, military might, or religious leadership. Oligarchy is a Greek term, and there were oligarchic movements in Ancient Greek.
5. Facism: Fascism is a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology. Fascists seek to organize a nation on corporatist perspectives; values; and systems such as the political system and the economy, e.g. Italy's Benito Mussolini.
6. Anarchism: a stateless society; one which considers states to be undesirable (NB: there are several types and traditions of anarchism, and according to The Oxford Companion to Theology, "there is no single defining position that all anarchists hold, and those considered anarchists at best share a certain family resemblance."
7. Monarchy: in which all political power is absolutely or nominally lodged with an individual (England). The monarch is the head of state until their death or abdication (voluntarily stepping down).
8. Feudalism: Feudalism is a decentralized sociopolitical structure in which a weak monarchy attempts to control the lands of the realm through reciprocal agreements with regional leaders
9. Theocracy: a form of government in which a god or deity is recognized as the state's supreme civil ruler, or in a higher sense, a form of government in which a state is governed by immediate divine guidance or by officials who are regarded as divinely guided
10. Republic: A republic is a type of government where the citizens choose their leaders of their country and the people (or at least a part of its people) have an impact on its government.
So, there we have it children, Rosie just demonstrated her ctrl + c skillz. Ahaha.
I actually do know some of that shit though. Never knew what Theocracy was, exactly, though. You learn something new every day :D :D
Right, random rant over. You better leave a damn comment, cause I was writing this on and off for nearly two hours :P
Righty. So, today at lunchtime there was what can be described as none other than a role-playing of history. Yes, that IS how weird we are. With Jess as a very aristocratic Tsar, myself as Lenin, Isaac as the high priest and others as various revolutionaries and serfs, we pretty much recreated the politics of early 20th century Russia. We had guns and ice and palaces and everything.
Kidding, but we should have.
*No doubt that from this point on I will speak complete and utter wubbish. Discontinue reading if you feel your brain begin to leap out through your ears in fright.*
And so this leads me to my argument (though I'm sure the most part of you will agree) that the world is so terribly, horribly, excruciatingly silly.
There is something wrong with EVERYTHING.
Man says, "oh look, a wonderful, naturally beautiful forest, abundant with animals and plant life and things which might one day cure cancer... Let's chop it all down so we can build something uglifyingly modern and polluted!"
Man looks at a lovely, peaceful country and exclaims, "Ooooh I just had the most wonderful idea! Why don't we bomb it to smithereens?"
There is also, we assume, something which will take over from everything.
Man looks at a lovely cuddly tiger cub, the last of its species, and shoots it anyway, thinking 'never mind, more of them will materialize out of thin air later.'
So, what do we do when all the forests have been ripped down, the last predator slaughtered, the last able bodied man and woman killed in the ravages of war? Will we turn our nukes on ourselves? Because, of course, by that time everyone will have nukes and the arms race will be over, and all we'll have left to do is sit and wait and see who obliterates who first, so the chain of events can happen and so the earth can be destroyed.
I know, I know, sometimes I like to think of myself as terribly philosophical.
History is completely ridiculous, not only because of how goddamn much there is of it, but because of the people in it. People in History have done retarded things.
Take Tsar Nicholas II. He went to war and left his inept wife and holy man to manage things while he was gone. No wonder a heap of his people hated him; he was utterly useless.
Funny, but all I can think about when I think of History is war, or attempt at it; World Wars I and II, the War in Vietnam, the Boer War, Ancient Athen's multiple wars with Sparta, The Russian Civil War, The American Civil War, Napoleon's attempt at war on Russia, the Rwandan Genocide, Pol Pot, King Alexander's conquers, ANZAC in the Wars, the War in Afghanistan...
Does war, in some ways, shape our lives? In a sick, twisted way, are we used to it? The bombing of the Twin Towers in 2001 was horrific enough, as were the terrorist bombings in London, but when I really think about it, I can't seem to be shocked by anything anymore. Even natural disasters- the Earth's war on man- don't have the same effect. Mum was quite horrified to find that when that earthquake hit Chile, I could do more but say "how sad".
Is it just me, or is it our generation?
Is it, to some extent, the internet, even? Maybe not so much for some of you, but I've seen some pretty bad stuff, and I don't even get surprised anymore, because I know that there is "bad and evil stuffs on teh internetz".
Whatever it is, the world is silly and we all know why, we just, for some reason, can't fix it. It's one of those reactions, the one you can't reverse (I forget what it's called- this was Y11 SCI). You mix in all the pain and suffering and destruction until you've got this big, broiling, bubbly mess, and you can't undo all these separate things and put them on the back shelves where they belong.
People are stupid. Stupid, smelly, insignificant people, ruining everything and making messes and not cleaning them up. Yeah....
Not you guys, though! You guys are great! (end reference).
Righty right. And so now I'm going to educate you lot and myself, and clear up some stuff, because though I do know quite a bit about political systems, especially communism and aristocracy, here are some simple definitions. Don't laugh, I'm just wasting time :D (Yes yes, I know most of this is copy pasta-ed from Wiki):
1. Communism: a social structure in which classes are abolished and property is commonly controlled. Karl Marx was the father of this thought, and his thoughts were followed by people such as Vladimir Lenin and Ho Chi Minh.
2. Aristocracy: a social structure in which one person has complete and utter control over the people- where no one in his country is his equal. For example, Tsar Nicholas II.
3. Democracy: a system carried out either by the people or by means of elections by the people (such as New Zealand :D).
4. Oligarchy: a form of government in which power effectively rests with a small elite segment of society distinguished by royalty, wealth, family ties, military might, or religious leadership. Oligarchy is a Greek term, and there were oligarchic movements in Ancient Greek.
5. Facism: Fascism is a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology. Fascists seek to organize a nation on corporatist perspectives; values; and systems such as the political system and the economy, e.g. Italy's Benito Mussolini.
6. Anarchism: a stateless society; one which considers states to be undesirable (NB: there are several types and traditions of anarchism, and according to The Oxford Companion to Theology, "there is no single defining position that all anarchists hold, and those considered anarchists at best share a certain family resemblance."
7. Monarchy: in which all political power is absolutely or nominally lodged with an individual (England). The monarch is the head of state until their death or abdication (voluntarily stepping down).
8. Feudalism: Feudalism is a decentralized sociopolitical structure in which a weak monarchy attempts to control the lands of the realm through reciprocal agreements with regional leaders
9. Theocracy: a form of government in which a god or deity is recognized as the state's supreme civil ruler, or in a higher sense, a form of government in which a state is governed by immediate divine guidance or by officials who are regarded as divinely guided
10. Republic: A republic is a type of government where the citizens choose their leaders of their country and the people (or at least a part of its people) have an impact on its government.
So, there we have it children, Rosie just demonstrated her ctrl + c skillz. Ahaha.
I actually do know some of that shit though. Never knew what Theocracy was, exactly, though. You learn something new every day :D :D
Right, random rant over. You better leave a damn comment, cause I was writing this on and off for nearly two hours :P
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Mhm Yep
Happy or sad? Happy or sad? I can't decide. I have reasons to be both.
Happy:
o. Lizzy is here and today was awesome. We had a good time hanging out and going to the hypnotist show, and I had V and McDs and stuff, and it was good.
o. I got an M on my History assignment, which is what I was at least hoping for, so yay.
o. We're off to the Sth Is. in 10 days
Sad:
o. Ugh. Never mind.
Anyway. I'm off to bed now because I'm terribly tired and all that.
G'night, y'all.
Happy:
o. Lizzy is here and today was awesome. We had a good time hanging out and going to the hypnotist show, and I had V and McDs and stuff, and it was good.
o. I got an M on my History assignment, which is what I was at least hoping for, so yay.
o. We're off to the Sth Is. in 10 days
Sad:
o. Ugh. Never mind.
Anyway. I'm off to bed now because I'm terribly tired and all that.
G'night, y'all.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Addictions
I am addicted to:
a. Sugar highs
b. Good movies
c. Making him trip over his words around me
d. These two songs
Bahaha.
Right. So. I was away from school today, and not, for a change, because I was sick.
I got this morning at 7 as usual, and realized, as I did my bathroom routine, that one of my contacts was missing. This being my last pair, and with my glasses AWOL, Mum had me stay home. My vision (according to today's optometrist visit at 3.30 today) is 4.50 in the left eye and 4.75 in the right, meaning that both have gone up .25 since my last test 11 months ago. Ugh.
I am so blind.
Nothing else of importance has happened, really.
I guess that's all.
See you guys tomorrow.
a. Sugar highs
b. Good movies
c. Making him trip over his words around me
d. These two songs
Bahaha.
Right. So. I was away from school today, and not, for a change, because I was sick.
I got this morning at 7 as usual, and realized, as I did my bathroom routine, that one of my contacts was missing. This being my last pair, and with my glasses AWOL, Mum had me stay home. My vision (according to today's optometrist visit at 3.30 today) is 4.50 in the left eye and 4.75 in the right, meaning that both have gone up .25 since my last test 11 months ago. Ugh.
I am so blind.
Nothing else of importance has happened, really.
I guess that's all.
See you guys tomorrow.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Haaaappppeeeee burfffdaaay, tooo meeeeee *falls over*
i ain't drfnkk.
No really, I'm not.
Today was gooood day. Got caek. Gooooood caek, from goddess of caek, Chrissy. Mmmm peppermint and chocolate.
Also got moneys, and awesome journal from Mum. We're waiting for some slow stuff to come in the post.
Today was good in another way, but I ent tellin' yous, 'cause I wanna keeps it to myself. It was a small thing, but it was good. I like good small things.
Don't think that, you dirty minded ape.
I so, so, sooo don't want to go to SWS tomorrow. Srsly, fuck that shit. I don't like Mrs H., and I have a shit part, and I don't get along with anyone except Jessica and maybe that skinny blonde whose name I forget right now, and it takes up, like, 3 out of my 5 lunchtimes every week. Fuck extra curricular.
Hm. So, as Alex said in his latest, terribly short blog, you people don't write enough! Write more! I want to know about your lives! I think Rachel, Alex and I are the only ones who write at least a little regularly.
Just so I know you're out there, send me a little comment, a little +1.
<3
No really, I'm not.
Today was gooood day. Got caek. Gooooood caek, from goddess of caek, Chrissy. Mmmm peppermint and chocolate.
Also got moneys, and awesome journal from Mum. We're waiting for some slow stuff to come in the post.
Today was good in another way, but I ent tellin' yous, 'cause I wanna keeps it to myself. It was a small thing, but it was good. I like good small things.
Don't think that, you dirty minded ape.
I so, so, sooo don't want to go to SWS tomorrow. Srsly, fuck that shit. I don't like Mrs H., and I have a shit part, and I don't get along with anyone except Jessica and maybe that skinny blonde whose name I forget right now, and it takes up, like, 3 out of my 5 lunchtimes every week. Fuck extra curricular.
Hm. So, as Alex said in his latest, terribly short blog, you people don't write enough! Write more! I want to know about your lives! I think Rachel, Alex and I are the only ones who write at least a little regularly.
Just so I know you're out there, send me a little comment, a little +1.
<3
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Only Human
It's been a nothing day. Got out of bed at 10.30 this morning, remembering just in time that today is my little sister's birthday. She'll be getting her present of a fish tank for her room at dinner :>
We went to Fielding at 12. At the good old Warehouse, Mum bought Ellie some shoes and a movie each for Tori and I. Tori got the latest Harry Potter (which we just finished watching) and I got Pineapple Express, which is apparently hilarious (and for extra points has Seth Rogen in it- Best Laugh Ever- and was directed by Judd Apatow- one of my favourites).
School tomorrow. Only 9 school days before our holiday. Woop.
Uh.
Have some random lyrics:
Are you a riddle to solve all along? / Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all / Only human, made of flesh, made of sand, made of human / The planet's talking about a revolution / The natural laws ain't got no constitution / They've got a right to live their own life / But we keep paving over paradise
- Jason Mraz: Only Human
Tata :D
We went to Fielding at 12. At the good old Warehouse, Mum bought Ellie some shoes and a movie each for Tori and I. Tori got the latest Harry Potter (which we just finished watching) and I got Pineapple Express, which is apparently hilarious (and for extra points has Seth Rogen in it- Best Laugh Ever- and was directed by Judd Apatow- one of my favourites).
School tomorrow. Only 9 school days before our holiday. Woop.
Uh.
Have some random lyrics:
Are you a riddle to solve all along? / Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all / Only human, made of flesh, made of sand, made of human / The planet's talking about a revolution / The natural laws ain't got no constitution / They've got a right to live their own life / But we keep paving over paradise
- Jason Mraz: Only Human
Tata :D
THIS.... IS.... A BLOG.
So, went to see the new Plaza shops today. They opened on Thursday, so it was still pretty busy.
Pretty busy is an understatement, actually. It was MADNESS. I stood in line for almost twenty minutes to buy a new travel diary (it's reeeaaally cool) at Smiggle, which is a stationery shop. You could hardly move in there D:
There are also some new clothes shops, including Lippy and Dotti, which I've only ever seen in Auckland and Wellington. The Farmers has moved, too. Now the entrance is horribly, horribly brightly lit, with shiny white floors and perfectly dressed, perfectly made up women just put there to make you feel like shit. I had a headache within a few minutes, it was that bad.
After exploring all the new stuff I went to the trusted Whitcoulls, where I bought a book called A Thousand Splendid Suns, by a new writer called Khaled Hosseini. He's written one other book- The Kite Runner. It's seriously fantastic. Depressing, but fantastic.
Next we went to Kmart (where I saw Kehhrooon), which I HATE with a BURNING PASSION. The lady serving me was a total dipshit. I wanted to throw things at her.
Finally, we went home. Mum yelled at me for stupid reasons that I can't remember, and because I was already fuming from fuckwit-mart, I yelled back, which made her angry, which made me even more angry.
American Idol at 7.30. I love that show. Some of the singers on there are just ay-mazing, seriously. There's this girl called Siobhan, and in live week 1 she sung Wicked Game, by Chris Isaak. It was awesome.
So. My birfday is on Monday. I'm thinking a trip to Palmy to see a movie :D
Luv y'all.
Byebyes :D
Pretty busy is an understatement, actually. It was MADNESS. I stood in line for almost twenty minutes to buy a new travel diary (it's reeeaaally cool) at Smiggle, which is a stationery shop. You could hardly move in there D:
There are also some new clothes shops, including Lippy and Dotti, which I've only ever seen in Auckland and Wellington. The Farmers has moved, too. Now the entrance is horribly, horribly brightly lit, with shiny white floors and perfectly dressed, perfectly made up women just put there to make you feel like shit. I had a headache within a few minutes, it was that bad.
After exploring all the new stuff I went to the trusted Whitcoulls, where I bought a book called A Thousand Splendid Suns, by a new writer called Khaled Hosseini. He's written one other book- The Kite Runner. It's seriously fantastic. Depressing, but fantastic.
Next we went to Kmart (where I saw Kehhrooon), which I HATE with a BURNING PASSION. The lady serving me was a total dipshit. I wanted to throw things at her.
Finally, we went home. Mum yelled at me for stupid reasons that I can't remember, and because I was already fuming from fuckwit-mart, I yelled back, which made her angry, which made me even more angry.
American Idol at 7.30. I love that show. Some of the singers on there are just ay-mazing, seriously. There's this girl called Siobhan, and in live week 1 she sung Wicked Game, by Chris Isaak. It was awesome.
So. My birfday is on Monday. I'm thinking a trip to Palmy to see a movie :D
Luv y'all.
Byebyes :D
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Geography Trip
Heeeere's Johnny!
So. Left school at 8am on Thurs. Did lots and lots of Geo and non Geo related stuff. Because there was so much, here's a list of highlights and lowlights.
HIGHLIGHTS:
- The trip there: Long bus trips are usually not fun, but this was. After leaving we drove to the outskirts of Waiouru, where we drew a sketch of Mt. Ruapehu. Next, we drove to the National Park, for the chairlift ride, then on to a bunch of other stuff, including the Falls walk, lunch by the Chateau (which one of my ancestors on Dad's side was the head architect of) and a few other stops for photos and notes. In between all these stops there was much laughter and conversation. I'm glad I don't have a shitty Geo class.
- The Bruce Chairlift: On Thursday morning we drove up to the Bruce, which is a chairlift/holiday park sorta thing where skiiers go in wintertime. The chairlift was awesome. There was no snow at all, just a bunch of bare rocks and exposed pipes, which are kind of scary if you think about falling on them. Even the freezing cold wind was good, because it was clean and bracing and... mountainous. There are four stages to the chairlift. Two stops on the way up and then again back down. The view from the top is beautiful to say the least. You can see mountains and tussock and green areas and this stunning blue lake. I'm so pissed that I didn't bring a camera (that one is Tori's fault- she refused to give up "her" camera the night before and it completely slipped my mind the next morning.
- The Taranaki Falls walk: I'm not (as some may know) a strenuous walking type of person, but this walk was pretty damn awesome. Even the slight (yes, slight) ache in my legs and shoulders felt good after a while. The walk took about 3 hours in total, if you account for all the times we stopped to take photos, rest, or look at stuff.
The waterfall which the walk is named for is this huge, gushing torrent of white, in a small sort of rocky bay near a wall of black cliffs (so many adjectives!). We were there for quite a while, taking photos, sitting on the rocks and walking around in a circle to stand behind the curtain of water. It was very entertaining :D
LOWLIGHTS:
- This is going to sound bad, but Jackie Vincent: There are some people who really, really piss me off. Jackie is one of them. Everything I did, she copied. If I said "I'm gonna get a drink at the Caltex", she'd say "me too", and if I changed my mind and said "or maybe an ice block", she'd say "yeeeaaah that's what I was just thinking".
If I clicked my tongue while working, she would too, and I stopped, she'd stop.
She followed me EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE. I was about to snap at her, but instead said, nice and polite, that I really, really didn't need a bathroom buddy.
She also talks complete and utter rubbish, and she tries to join in on every single conversation, whether it was between a student and teacher or a group of students.
Everything I said, she agreed with. If I complained and said "never mind" afterward, so would she a second later.
I'm pretty sure she also knows absolutely nothing about personal space. For the first half hour of the bus trip she say next to me, which was uncomfortable. Very. I was squished against the window all the time, pressed into this cold metal bar on the window. After the Waiouru stop I told her to sit somewhere else, because "I felt a bit sick". Thank fucking god I had a seat to myself for the rest of our time on the bus, which meant I could talk to people and rest properly.
Wow. Long rant.
- The Food: for dinner yesterday and breakfast today, we ate our food in the dining room at the cabin park. The issue with this was that our cooks did not employ any of the necessary health procedures. They didn't wear hairnets or aprons, and Liana Prior swore she'd seen one of them drop a scoop of ice cream on the ground, pick it up and put it straight back in the bowl. Danni found two hairs and a bug cooked into her potato salad, and there was fluff in Ryan's lettuce. Yeugh. Thank god for Burger King two hours later.
- Lastly, The Entertainment: I forgot my book and couldn't bring my uncharged MP3 (USB missing), so was seriously deprived of music or words in times of boredom, i.e., the entire last hour and a half of the bus ride home. Sleeping is boring on a bus. And bumpy.
So. There you have it. An very condensed version of the 32 hours I spent away from home. Now all I have to do is get through the seven hours of class work we have to do based on the information we gathered, and then it'll only be one school day until the holidays and our caravan road trip. Wooo.
Sorry about the longness.
I love you all (sort of)!
(Just kidding.)
(Ahahaha. Maybe.)
:D
So. Left school at 8am on Thurs. Did lots and lots of Geo and non Geo related stuff. Because there was so much, here's a list of highlights and lowlights.
HIGHLIGHTS:
- The trip there: Long bus trips are usually not fun, but this was. After leaving we drove to the outskirts of Waiouru, where we drew a sketch of Mt. Ruapehu. Next, we drove to the National Park, for the chairlift ride, then on to a bunch of other stuff, including the Falls walk, lunch by the Chateau (which one of my ancestors on Dad's side was the head architect of) and a few other stops for photos and notes. In between all these stops there was much laughter and conversation. I'm glad I don't have a shitty Geo class.
- The Bruce Chairlift: On Thursday morning we drove up to the Bruce, which is a chairlift/holiday park sorta thing where skiiers go in wintertime. The chairlift was awesome. There was no snow at all, just a bunch of bare rocks and exposed pipes, which are kind of scary if you think about falling on them. Even the freezing cold wind was good, because it was clean and bracing and... mountainous. There are four stages to the chairlift. Two stops on the way up and then again back down. The view from the top is beautiful to say the least. You can see mountains and tussock and green areas and this stunning blue lake. I'm so pissed that I didn't bring a camera (that one is Tori's fault- she refused to give up "her" camera the night before and it completely slipped my mind the next morning.
- The Taranaki Falls walk: I'm not (as some may know) a strenuous walking type of person, but this walk was pretty damn awesome. Even the slight (yes, slight) ache in my legs and shoulders felt good after a while. The walk took about 3 hours in total, if you account for all the times we stopped to take photos, rest, or look at stuff.
The waterfall which the walk is named for is this huge, gushing torrent of white, in a small sort of rocky bay near a wall of black cliffs (so many adjectives!). We were there for quite a while, taking photos, sitting on the rocks and walking around in a circle to stand behind the curtain of water. It was very entertaining :D
LOWLIGHTS:
- This is going to sound bad, but Jackie Vincent: There are some people who really, really piss me off. Jackie is one of them. Everything I did, she copied. If I said "I'm gonna get a drink at the Caltex", she'd say "me too", and if I changed my mind and said "or maybe an ice block", she'd say "yeeeaaah that's what I was just thinking".
If I clicked my tongue while working, she would too, and I stopped, she'd stop.
She followed me EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE. I was about to snap at her, but instead said, nice and polite, that I really, really didn't need a bathroom buddy.
She also talks complete and utter rubbish, and she tries to join in on every single conversation, whether it was between a student and teacher or a group of students.
Everything I said, she agreed with. If I complained and said "never mind" afterward, so would she a second later.
I'm pretty sure she also knows absolutely nothing about personal space. For the first half hour of the bus trip she say next to me, which was uncomfortable. Very. I was squished against the window all the time, pressed into this cold metal bar on the window. After the Waiouru stop I told her to sit somewhere else, because "I felt a bit sick". Thank fucking god I had a seat to myself for the rest of our time on the bus, which meant I could talk to people and rest properly.
Wow. Long rant.
- The Food: for dinner yesterday and breakfast today, we ate our food in the dining room at the cabin park. The issue with this was that our cooks did not employ any of the necessary health procedures. They didn't wear hairnets or aprons, and Liana Prior swore she'd seen one of them drop a scoop of ice cream on the ground, pick it up and put it straight back in the bowl. Danni found two hairs and a bug cooked into her potato salad, and there was fluff in Ryan's lettuce. Yeugh. Thank god for Burger King two hours later.
- Lastly, The Entertainment: I forgot my book and couldn't bring my uncharged MP3 (USB missing), so was seriously deprived of music or words in times of boredom, i.e., the entire last hour and a half of the bus ride home. Sleeping is boring on a bus. And bumpy.
So. There you have it. An very condensed version of the 32 hours I spent away from home. Now all I have to do is get through the seven hours of class work we have to do based on the information we gathered, and then it'll only be one school day until the holidays and our caravan road trip. Wooo.
Sorry about the longness.
I love you all (sort of)!
(Just kidding.)
(Ahahaha. Maybe.)
:D
Taranaki Falls
The Bayview Chateau Tongariro (renamed and refurbished since my last visit five years ago)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Zarking Pormwranglers
Geo trip tomorrow. It's going to be freaking freezing, and I, like a silly person, do not have a proper winter jacket. Ngh.
I have to get up at 6am tomorrow and be at school by 7.45am. We leave at 8am, and we don't arrive at the campsite until around 5pm due to all the looking around we'll be doing on the way there. We are staying in these crappy little huts (though, granted, the place does have showers), and driving for most of each day, looking at boring stuff like tephra soil and rocks and landslips. We're also going to the Tangiwai monument, which I have already seen. All this is costing my mum $155, which seems a bit much for 48 hours spent on a school trip.
Ah well. Holiday in less than three weeks :D
Ooh, the computer just froze completely for about three minutes, and then I had to do ctrl + alt + delete and click around doing stuff, and THEN the bar at the bottom disappeared and so did the things I had open, and THEN the internet shat itself. THIS is why a computer which always works perfectly and never does anything unexpected (i.e. NOT PLAYING THE SIMS 2) should be invented.
I had SWS today. It sucked. Courtney was being director (and she was very good at it), and she was having us do all these character exercises. She kept telling me I was being too quiet. Harumph.
I can project my voice- I've been going to Helen O'Grady's for four years now, and I've been given pretty big parts in the more recent plays, with lines and everything, and not ONCE in the last two/three years has Sophie (my teacher) complained that she can't hear me- it honestly must be the stupid school theater, because I've performed in theaters before, i.e. Ngatawa, with no trouble at all. Grr.
Oh, and ALSO, SOMEONE keeps calling me evil, and do you know WHY? Because I ignored him. He yelled, several times, that I "smell" (and I assume he just neglected to add "bad" onto that), even AFTER I flipped him the bird.
And no, that does not mean I threw a dove in his face.
njsnudfbDVCBFYVBBUBbuobfdbcgf3burb65ubfv uqfugbg fygfuibvrbhfblurg.
Alright. Time to go. I have to do the kitchen before Mum gets back from Ohakea.
Bye byes :<
I have to get up at 6am tomorrow and be at school by 7.45am. We leave at 8am, and we don't arrive at the campsite until around 5pm due to all the looking around we'll be doing on the way there. We are staying in these crappy little huts (though, granted, the place does have showers), and driving for most of each day, looking at boring stuff like tephra soil and rocks and landslips. We're also going to the Tangiwai monument, which I have already seen. All this is costing my mum $155, which seems a bit much for 48 hours spent on a school trip.
Ah well. Holiday in less than three weeks :D
Ooh, the computer just froze completely for about three minutes, and then I had to do ctrl + alt + delete and click around doing stuff, and THEN the bar at the bottom disappeared and so did the things I had open, and THEN the internet shat itself. THIS is why a computer which always works perfectly and never does anything unexpected (i.e. NOT PLAYING THE SIMS 2) should be invented.
I had SWS today. It sucked. Courtney was being director (and she was very good at it), and she was having us do all these character exercises. She kept telling me I was being too quiet. Harumph.
I can project my voice- I've been going to Helen O'Grady's for four years now, and I've been given pretty big parts in the more recent plays, with lines and everything, and not ONCE in the last two/three years has Sophie (my teacher) complained that she can't hear me- it honestly must be the stupid school theater, because I've performed in theaters before, i.e. Ngatawa, with no trouble at all. Grr.
Oh, and ALSO, SOMEONE keeps calling me evil, and do you know WHY? Because I ignored him. He yelled, several times, that I "smell" (and I assume he just neglected to add "bad" onto that), even AFTER I flipped him the bird.
And no, that does not mean I threw a dove in his face.
njsnudfbDVCBFYVBBUBbuobfdbcgf3burb65ubfv uqfugbg fygfuibvrbhfblurg.
Alright. Time to go. I have to do the kitchen before Mum gets back from Ohakea.
Bye byes :<
Monday, March 15, 2010
Big Gaping Holes
Just a little sumpin' sumpin' before I go to bed :D
Today was goooood, I guess. Debates (boo, except that we won! Yay Jess!), Handing In Of History Assignment (silly, silly Rosie realized she'd left her prioritizing evidence sheet on the computer at home, and so had to re-write quickly in class, leaving her only 45 minutes to do the All Important Evaluation) and throwing paper at Mrs Mills. Yeah. These are the things that make my days interesting. It's a little bit sad.
Um. Well. Oh. I actually started writing this with no real plan of what to write, so I guess I'll just enlarge the text... *click*... *click*... and make the entry look bigger. But shhhh, you can't tell anyone *nudge nudge wink wink*.
With an absence of anything meaningful to say, I would like to stress the fact that EVERYONE should, at SOME time in their lives, read THHGTTG, by Douglas Adams. You should know what that is. It's just a total bitch to type.
Although, actually, that IS meaningful...
But seriously, they're so freaking funny.
For some strange reason my sister picked up my copy of the movie version of THHGTTG and couldn't get past the first page of glossy movie screenshots, which is strange, because I know that first interferrence to be around the time the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is revealed.
Hm.
Anyways.
Oooh and yeah, Geography trip Thurs- Fri this week. Y'all better miss me. There'll be a big, gaping hole when I'm gone. I like to think...
Anyways.
Bye bye :D
P.S. AHAHAHA MADE YOU THINK DIRTY!
Today was goooood, I guess. Debates (boo, except that we won! Yay Jess!), Handing In Of History Assignment (silly, silly Rosie realized she'd left her prioritizing evidence sheet on the computer at home, and so had to re-write quickly in class, leaving her only 45 minutes to do the All Important Evaluation) and throwing paper at Mrs Mills. Yeah. These are the things that make my days interesting. It's a little bit sad.
Um. Well. Oh. I actually started writing this with no real plan of what to write, so I guess I'll just enlarge the text... *click*... *click*... and make the entry look bigger. But shhhh, you can't tell anyone *nudge nudge wink wink*.
With an absence of anything meaningful to say, I would like to stress the fact that EVERYONE should, at SOME time in their lives, read THHGTTG, by Douglas Adams. You should know what that is. It's just a total bitch to type.
Although, actually, that IS meaningful...
But seriously, they're so freaking funny.
For some strange reason my sister picked up my copy of the movie version of THHGTTG and couldn't get past the first page of glossy movie screenshots, which is strange, because I know that first interferrence to be around the time the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is revealed.
Hm.
Anyways.
Oooh and yeah, Geography trip Thurs- Fri this week. Y'all better miss me. There'll be a big, gaping hole when I'm gone. I like to think...
Anyways.
Bye bye :D
P.S. AHAHAHA MADE YOU THINK DIRTY!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Can't Think of A Good Title.
Got up at 11.11 exactly this morning :0
We were meant to be going into Palmerston North at 12, but ended up leaving at around 1.30PM instead, due to a horrible crash right outside our driveway. According to Mum, there were around 5 cars involved, and they were having to cut people out of some of them. I didn't go too close, but I biked down to have a look, and there were several ambulances and two fire engines, and road workers directing cars around the- I wont quite say carnage, but it was bad.
When we left, there was an empty car sitting on the side of the road, with two doors missing and the front end completely crumpled, and a huge, HUGE crack on the windshield. I hate to think it, but it looked very much like the crack came from a human head.
Anyway, onto a lighter subject.
In Palmy, we first went to this music shop, where Tori got a capo for her guitar.
Next we went to Farmers, where I found some comfy grey track pants for around the house, and some black pants. We were there for about an hour and a half.
Mum then decided she'd like to go to the Plaza, so we walked all the way down Broadway back to the car, and drove to the big Plaza car park. Mum has this fear of those "min height 2.7m" bars, cause once she accidentally hit one :D
In the Plaza, I had my first sushi. Yes, I know. I just never got around to it. It was goood. My first bite wasn' t though, cause there was far too much wasabi.
Next, onto Jayjays. We were there a while. I finally found a top that I liked, after about an hour of browsing. Mum says it's very "flattering". Hmm.
Finally, we stopped in this really expensive surfer shop, the name of which totally escapes me right now, where Mum bought a new bag, Tori fawned over the Vans and other shoes they had there, and Ellie tried on ridiculously big hats. I was looking at these really, really nice trench coats (one a beautiful blue which Mum loved but was shocked at the price of- $250+), and lamenting the fact that they would only look anywhere near good on me if I lost 10kgs or so.
Aaaand that was my day. Wooo.
Adios :<
We were meant to be going into Palmerston North at 12, but ended up leaving at around 1.30PM instead, due to a horrible crash right outside our driveway. According to Mum, there were around 5 cars involved, and they were having to cut people out of some of them. I didn't go too close, but I biked down to have a look, and there were several ambulances and two fire engines, and road workers directing cars around the- I wont quite say carnage, but it was bad.
When we left, there was an empty car sitting on the side of the road, with two doors missing and the front end completely crumpled, and a huge, HUGE crack on the windshield. I hate to think it, but it looked very much like the crack came from a human head.
Anyway, onto a lighter subject.
In Palmy, we first went to this music shop, where Tori got a capo for her guitar.
Next we went to Farmers, where I found some comfy grey track pants for around the house, and some black pants. We were there for about an hour and a half.
Mum then decided she'd like to go to the Plaza, so we walked all the way down Broadway back to the car, and drove to the big Plaza car park. Mum has this fear of those "min height 2.7m" bars, cause once she accidentally hit one :D
In the Plaza, I had my first sushi. Yes, I know. I just never got around to it. It was goood. My first bite wasn' t though, cause there was far too much wasabi.
Next, onto Jayjays. We were there a while. I finally found a top that I liked, after about an hour of browsing. Mum says it's very "flattering". Hmm.
Finally, we stopped in this really expensive surfer shop, the name of which totally escapes me right now, where Mum bought a new bag, Tori fawned over the Vans and other shoes they had there, and Ellie tried on ridiculously big hats. I was looking at these really, really nice trench coats (one a beautiful blue which Mum loved but was shocked at the price of- $250+), and lamenting the fact that they would only look anywhere near good on me if I lost 10kgs or so.
Aaaand that was my day. Wooo.
Adios :<
Thursday, March 11, 2010
.
Today was pretty good. I got up in time, remembered all my stuff, got stuff done... It was good, that is, until lunchtime, when everything came crashing down on me and I started to think about what I should have done and what could have happened if I'd done it (no one knows what it is that I'm talking about) and that by now it might be too late.
Ohhh yes, I know how annoying it is when i say things like this and never tell you what I'm talking about, but I don't want to tell anyone. Because, as I said earlier, people would start giving me advice.
Maybe I don't tell anyone because I'm happy with how things are, or maybe it's because things wouldn't work out no matter what I did.
R- Tash, (sorry, I keep forgetting!) you remember what you said about someone talking to you after ages of not talking to you, and I said it's good when that happens? I know exactly what you mean.
Haha. I know something you don't know, I know something you don't know...
:D
In other news, it's my birthday in ten days. Y'all better remember, or else.
Kidding.
Or am I?
Ohhh yes, I know how annoying it is when i say things like this and never tell you what I'm talking about, but I don't want to tell anyone. Because, as I said earlier, people would start giving me advice.
Maybe I don't tell anyone because I'm happy with how things are, or maybe it's because things wouldn't work out no matter what I did.
R- Tash, (sorry, I keep forgetting!) you remember what you said about someone talking to you after ages of not talking to you, and I said it's good when that happens? I know exactly what you mean.
Haha. I know something you don't know, I know something you don't know...
:D
In other news, it's my birthday in ten days. Y'all better remember, or else.
Kidding.
Or am I?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Remedies For Failure?
The Remedy, by Jason Mraz, is an awesome song.
"The remedy is the experience/This is a dangerous liaison/I say the comedy is that it's serious. /This is a strange enough new play on words/I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend /The rest of your nights with the light on/So shine the light on all of your friends /When it all amounts to nothing in the end."
Took me a while to start writing. I'm not sure if it's because I have nothing to write about, or if it's because I have lots to write about but don't want to say anything. I wish I could, but I can't, because too many people read this and then they'd start giving me advice, and I don't want advice, because it would most probably be different from the advice I give myself. Ugh.
Alex is ignoring me (and if you're NOT, then GO ON MSN and talk to me, because we haven't talked for ages), and also he is apparently quitting his blog. Why? Because he didn't get any advice? Maybe no one knew what it was he should do. Maybe people think he should figure it out for himself.
Oh no, never mind. I have to get off the PC now, because my sister needs it for the History project she was assigned a month ago but still hasn't started (and it's due tomorrow). Ha, what an idiot.
Right. Bye.
P.S. As far as I can tell, there aren't any good ones.
"The remedy is the experience/This is a dangerous liaison/I say the comedy is that it's serious. /This is a strange enough new play on words/I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend /The rest of your nights with the light on/So shine the light on all of your friends /When it all amounts to nothing in the end."
Took me a while to start writing. I'm not sure if it's because I have nothing to write about, or if it's because I have lots to write about but don't want to say anything. I wish I could, but I can't, because too many people read this and then they'd start giving me advice, and I don't want advice, because it would most probably be different from the advice I give myself. Ugh.
Alex is ignoring me (and if you're NOT, then GO ON MSN and talk to me, because we haven't talked for ages), and also he is apparently quitting his blog. Why? Because he didn't get any advice? Maybe no one knew what it was he should do. Maybe people think he should figure it out for himself.
Oh no, never mind. I have to get off the PC now, because my sister needs it for the History project she was assigned a month ago but still hasn't started (and it's due tomorrow). Ha, what an idiot.
Right. Bye.
P.S. As far as I can tell, there aren't any good ones.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
JA JA SEHR GUT
What is with all these good days? I'm getting a bit suspicious, actually.
Group yesterday was random. It was all German Techno and African Percussion and stuff.
Shiela Winn was gut today, too. Even though I have like four lines and Mrs. Harris is now suddenly going on about cutting them. :<
Uhhh that's all. Ja.
Auf Wiedersehen!
Group yesterday was random. It was all German Techno and African Percussion and stuff.
Shiela Winn was gut today, too. Even though I have like four lines and Mrs. Harris is now suddenly going on about cutting them. :<
Uhhh that's all. Ja.
Auf Wiedersehen!
Monday, March 8, 2010
It. Didn't. Work.
Do you know how long I've gone without playing Sims 2? A loooong time, that's how long.
I need to kill something. Someone give me something to kill.
I need to kill something. Someone give me something to kill.
Dear God, Another One?
I am such a blog whore.
I reaaaaallly want a tattoo. It's awesome, because now Chrissy has an excellent idea for one, and Steven wants one too, and I think there was someone else who wanted one but I can't remember. It would be sooo cooool if we could all go get tattoos together. I really want this phoenix one I found which will probably cost quite a lot, especially since it's in colour.
Just how cool would that be? I'd get it before the school ball, and I'd have an amazing dress, and everyone would be like :O and jealous of my awesome tattoo. Wantwantwant.
Also, I am happy because I wrote something, after what seems like so, so long. Below there is a link to my page on deviantART.com. It has almost all of what I've written in the past year or so. Please keep in mind that some of it is from when I wrote with no idea of how to write, so it's not very good quality. I do believe I'm getting better, though.
Also, if you go there, I should tell you that I am not the same person on this website. At least I don't think I am. The only other people on this website that I know (that I know of) are Chrissy, Isaac, Sam M and my sister, so I spend a lot of time talking to Americans and Canadians and Jamaicans and stuff who I've never met before, and we have very, very weird conversations.
My username is also weird. Sadly, it is from those days when I actually liked Twilight (I know, I know, I cringe to think of it, too).
Oh, also Twitter, just cause.
Good night! <3
- My page on deviantart.com
- My Twitter account
I reaaaaallly want a tattoo. It's awesome, because now Chrissy has an excellent idea for one, and Steven wants one too, and I think there was someone else who wanted one but I can't remember. It would be sooo cooool if we could all go get tattoos together. I really want this phoenix one I found which will probably cost quite a lot, especially since it's in colour.
Just how cool would that be? I'd get it before the school ball, and I'd have an amazing dress, and everyone would be like :O and jealous of my awesome tattoo. Wantwantwant.
Also, I am happy because I wrote something, after what seems like so, so long. Below there is a link to my page on deviantART.com. It has almost all of what I've written in the past year or so. Please keep in mind that some of it is from when I wrote with no idea of how to write, so it's not very good quality. I do believe I'm getting better, though.
Also, if you go there, I should tell you that I am not the same person on this website. At least I don't think I am. The only other people on this website that I know (that I know of) are Chrissy, Isaac, Sam M and my sister, so I spend a lot of time talking to Americans and Canadians and Jamaicans and stuff who I've never met before, and we have very, very weird conversations.
My username is also weird. Sadly, it is from those days when I actually liked Twilight (I know, I know, I cringe to think of it, too).
Oh, also Twitter, just cause.
Good night! <3
- My page on deviantart.com
- My Twitter account
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Je suis heureuse
Jeez, that last one was a bit of a downer. Thank God I had a good day today.
Rose has a happy. She has been to a Victoria university thingy at school today, and she has decided that she rather likes the look of this place. She thinks it sounds quite easy to get into, and she really, really, weally wants to go there.
All third person aside, I really rather do like Victoria Uni, in Wellington. You all know where that is.
This was just a quickie. Nothing much else for me to say.
Rose has a happy. She has been to a Victoria university thingy at school today, and she has decided that she rather likes the look of this place. She thinks it sounds quite easy to get into, and she really, really, weally wants to go there.
All third person aside, I really rather do like Victoria Uni, in Wellington. You all know where that is.
This was just a quickie. Nothing much else for me to say.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Don't Read This
I'm always something, but I'm never something that means something to me. I always feel something, but it's never the right something. I barely ever feel good, because I worry too much, and even when I am happy, I have this niggly little voice saying it'll all be over soon, and then you can go back to being obsessive and annoyingly not what you want to be. Even when I am happy, I'm not, because there's always an underlying thought that I'm never strong enough to drown, always something I have to let back up sometime because it has to breathe, air out, and wrap itself around my brain one last time, and that's it (but it never is).
I'm always jealous, but I'm never willing to change in order to fit the moulds I want (or are they the moulds of society?). I'm always thinking I could be different, and I'm always wondering what it could be like, and I dream- oh I dream- but that never helps, of course, because we all know that if you want to get the things you want, you have to act.
And I'm never, never sure. I am never sure about anything, but I'm always sure about something which pretty soon I will not feel sure about, again, and it's a never ending cycle, a maelstrom, of not knowing what to think and why and when and how to think it.
I am sure I'm making sense, but only to me, and I don't count, because they're my thoughts and I make only what I want to make of them.
And so I'm sorry for spewing on everyone tonight, but I wanted to be sure (and we know what this means) to write this down, and keyboards are quicker than pens, and at least it'll be there for people to see and hopefully to understand.
Straight from the heart, guys, that's what I'm giving, and that's what you're getting, and by now you've pretty much ignored my title, haven't you? It's too late to turn back now.
Song: Wicked Game, Chris Izaak. Go.
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Aaand now to deviate from the emotional, idiotic, teen angst side of this blog post, and onto the real- no wait.
That was it. That was all. No "real world" shit tonight, because I basically just realised that there isn't one, right now.
So, uh, bye.
*runs away*
I'm always jealous, but I'm never willing to change in order to fit the moulds I want (or are they the moulds of society?). I'm always thinking I could be different, and I'm always wondering what it could be like, and I dream- oh I dream- but that never helps, of course, because we all know that if you want to get the things you want, you have to act.
And I'm never, never sure. I am never sure about anything, but I'm always sure about something which pretty soon I will not feel sure about, again, and it's a never ending cycle, a maelstrom, of not knowing what to think and why and when and how to think it.
I am sure I'm making sense, but only to me, and I don't count, because they're my thoughts and I make only what I want to make of them.
And so I'm sorry for spewing on everyone tonight, but I wanted to be sure (and we know what this means) to write this down, and keyboards are quicker than pens, and at least it'll be there for people to see and hopefully to understand.
Straight from the heart, guys, that's what I'm giving, and that's what you're getting, and by now you've pretty much ignored my title, haven't you? It's too late to turn back now.
Song: Wicked Game, Chris Izaak. Go.
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Aaand now to deviate from the emotional, idiotic, teen angst side of this blog post, and onto the real- no wait.
That was it. That was all. No "real world" shit tonight, because I basically just realised that there isn't one, right now.
So, uh, bye.
*runs away*
Friday, March 5, 2010
Oh Joy
Been on this damn computer since 8am. I want spaghetti and toast, but I can't because a customer could arrive at any minute and I have to serve them and pretend to be all nice and stuff.
At least I have some distraction. I've been doing my 3.1 History project, printing stuff out, highlighting... at least I was, until I realized my focussing questions weren't good enough, and so I set about writing new ones. Now I'm totally stuck. I wish I had a bigger brain.
Damn you, King Arthur! Go back to the depths of Myth and Legend from whence you came!
Of course, I have other stuff. Facebook games, the DeviantART forums... Ah, life.
So yeah, I'm bored, but also scared I wont think of a third question fast enough, and fail my assessment, and if I fail the first part, I have basically no chance of passing the second part.
A fail would be a pretty big step down from the double E I got last year, so...
asdfhgahfdgsd.
Mood: Bored, Tired, Hungry, Worried and Happy. Jeez.
Reading: Life, The Universe and Everything
Watching: Youtube videos
Eating: NOT SPAGHETTI, THAT'S FOR SURE
Drinking: V
Playing: Restaurant City
At least I have some distraction. I've been doing my 3.1 History project, printing stuff out, highlighting... at least I was, until I realized my focussing questions weren't good enough, and so I set about writing new ones. Now I'm totally stuck. I wish I had a bigger brain.
Damn you, King Arthur! Go back to the depths of Myth and Legend from whence you came!
Of course, I have other stuff. Facebook games, the DeviantART forums... Ah, life.
So yeah, I'm bored, but also scared I wont think of a third question fast enough, and fail my assessment, and if I fail the first part, I have basically no chance of passing the second part.
A fail would be a pretty big step down from the double E I got last year, so...
asdfhgahfdgsd.
Mood: Bored, Tired, Hungry, Worried and Happy. Jeez.
Reading: Life, The Universe and Everything
Watching: Youtube videos
Eating: NOT SPAGHETTI, THAT'S FOR SURE
Drinking: V
Playing: Restaurant City
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Home, Home On The Range
I have 500mL of V at my side, plus another 1.5L in the fridge. I am gonna get soooo high. Ha. 1 serving per package, at 975kj, and 53g sugar, plus 600mg of guarana extract.
This weekend I am once again home almost-alone, meaning the parentals and the youngest younger sister are away somewhere at a dog show, and the oldest younger sister is home here with me. I don't have to do all that much. It's the same as last time. I think I already blogged the details, so I'm not gonna do it again.
Ugh. No wonder I didn't blog yesterday; I have nothing to blog about. Jeez my life is boring.
Mood: Bored, yet content
Reading: Life, The Universe and Everything, Douglas Adams (GOD of literature)
Watching: -
Playing: Restaurant City
Eating: -
Drinking: V
This weekend I am once again home almost-alone, meaning the parentals and the youngest younger sister are away somewhere at a dog show, and the oldest younger sister is home here with me. I don't have to do all that much. It's the same as last time. I think I already blogged the details, so I'm not gonna do it again.
Ugh. No wonder I didn't blog yesterday; I have nothing to blog about. Jeez my life is boring.
Mood: Bored, yet content
Reading: Life, The Universe and Everything, Douglas Adams (GOD of literature)
Watching: -
Playing: Restaurant City
Eating: -
Drinking: V
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Wednesday, March The Third, Twenty Ten.
Hard and long history project is hard and long.
LOL JUST LIKE YOUR MOM.
:3
Also, today I watched Underworld: Evolution and Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans. Good movies.
Mum bought a CD yesterday. Neko Case. They're a Canadian band. I like 'em.
That is all.
LOL JUST LIKE YOUR MOM.
:3
Also, today I watched Underworld: Evolution and Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans. Good movies.
Mum bought a CD yesterday. Neko Case. They're a Canadian band. I like 'em.
That is all.
Good Days Are Made Of This
Un: Bundaberg Lemon, Lime & Bitters. $2. First thing I consumed this morning other than that accidental piece of toothpaste.
Deux: Radio Plays at Helen O'Grady's drama after school (5.30PM- 6-50PM). My group (Mr Conlon's daughter Neeve (that is NOT how it is spelt, I know, but that is how it's said), Dannika, Jaykob (the new English kids with the cool names) and I, did a sort-of-spoof of the opening scene of The Three Little Pigs. I will never see Mama pig as anything but Southern again. It was (appreciatively and thankfully) met with laughter.
Trois: Talking to Rachel at lunchtime <3
Quatre: Laughing at the spazzes in my English class because most of them did not know what "quaint" and "rambunctious" meant.
Cinq: Grey's Anatomy. Izzie was fired and left Alex, and Christina wants her cardio God back, but I still lurrrve it.
Six: The Cider House Rules by John Irving. Poor Wally :(
Sept: Birthday in 20 days. I'm getting spending money for our holiday, which I am very excited for :3
Huit: Why is the rum ALWAYS gone? (Sorry, just HAD to add that in.)
Neuf: All of you. Hugs all round :D
Au revoir, mai luvlies.
Deux: Radio Plays at Helen O'Grady's drama after school (5.30PM- 6-50PM). My group (Mr Conlon's daughter Neeve (that is NOT how it is spelt, I know, but that is how it's said), Dannika, Jaykob (the new English kids with the cool names) and I, did a sort-of-spoof of the opening scene of The Three Little Pigs. I will never see Mama pig as anything but Southern again. It was (appreciatively and thankfully) met with laughter.
Trois: Talking to Rachel at lunchtime <3
Quatre: Laughing at the spazzes in my English class because most of them did not know what "quaint" and "rambunctious" meant.
Cinq: Grey's Anatomy. Izzie was fired and left Alex, and Christina wants her cardio God back, but I still lurrrve it.
Six: The Cider House Rules by John Irving. Poor Wally :(
Sept: Birthday in 20 days. I'm getting spending money for our holiday, which I am very excited for :3
Huit: Why is the rum ALWAYS gone? (Sorry, just HAD to add that in.)
Neuf: All of you. Hugs all round :D
Au revoir, mai luvlies.
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