In Which Rosie Rants About The Internet

Only nine posts away from 200.

Spent the last five days in a pattern. Get up at 2pm, computer till 4am/5am, sleep. Eat at intervals, maybe read a little. Spending my waking hours on Facebook, Tumblr and writing my Remus/Lily fanfiction (Harry Potter, for the uneducated who don't know). I've also watched a few movies, such as 21, The Skeleton Key (unexpectedly good), Untraceable, The Commitments, Vicky Christina Barcelona and The Pursuit of Happiness (which is so so sad).

And I don't even care. This is a little bit ideal for me, right now. You may think it's sad that I spend so much time online, but to be honest, I feel genuinely at peace on here. Of course I do when I'm with my friends or out and about, but this is fun too.

I know that some of you are a little... skeptical toward Tumblr. Let's just forget for a moment that Tumblr is fight club ("the first rule of Tumblr is that you don't talk about Tumblr" (YES, it's an adaptation of a well known saying from a popular movie) because as we all know some rules don't matter all that much, so I can tell you what it's like.

Think of Facebook. They're all people that you know IRL. Most of them type English lyk dis. You always feel a certain disappointment in humanity when on there. Now think of YouTube. Every single video has a bunch of idiots arguing over things that usually don't even have anything to do with the video. And now think of Blogger. If your friends find out about it (and they are, in most cases the only people who follow you) then you find yourself holding back from saying some things.

This is what the Tumblr COMMUNITY (because that's what it IS) is like:
- Everyone I have met on there actually has some degree of intelligence. Of course, I don't know them (only four people that I know IRL follow me there) but I can be pretty sure that they have an IQ of at least 100.
- The creativity is astounding, and it doesn't come with the angst and bullshit that you find on Deviantart. I follow several people who make beautiful graphics (and yes, ALL of them are Harry Potter fans), who are genuinely nice people.
- The memes are actually funny.
- The system is great. Make a profile > reblog some things > get followers > follow them back > reblog their stuff > find a style > share opinions > become Tumblr buddies. It's so friendly, is what I'm trying to say. Granted, there are douche bags that use the ask box function to abuse people in anonymous form, but you don't have to listen to them, and they're really the only kind of "trolls", whereas you can find all manner of idiots on Facebook and Tumblr. Ignorant jerks, 13 year old WoWers, 30+y/os with no real life, angsty emos, etc.

Crap, I sound a little frantic to prove something. I take it all back.
No more. From now on it's Fight Club.

And So It Goes

The holidays just started and already I've completely fucked up my sleeping pattern. On Monday I stayed up until 4AM and on Tuesday I stayed up until 5AM. On Tuesday morning I woke up again at 9 to the sound of some idiot trimming bushes in our gardern, or some shit like that. And then I slept in until 2PM. Which means that if I were to go to bed at 11.30 like I usually do, I would only be awake for 9 hours, and that means that I have to stay up until 2-4AM to compensate for the hours I would have missed.
And so it goes.

Another Late Night (Beware of Drivel).

People don't comment on my blog posts anymore. Does that mean that no one reads this? Perhaps that means I can say whatever I want now. I'd quite like to be able to do that. I have quite a lot of useless crap in my brain that I usually wouldn't share, because it's either too inane or too weird.

So it's 12.34AM. I just finished watching Ice Age 3 (god that movie is funny), and now I'm sitting here with a 500mL can of V, re-blogging like crazy on Tumblr and downloading music and waiting for something to happen on Facebook. I don't think anyone I want to talk to is online at the moment.

Tonight's playlist:

• If It Means A Lot To You: A Day To Remember
• Rocket: Goldfrapp
• Alive: Pearl Jam
• Yellow Ledbetter: Pearl Jam
• On Melancholy Hill: Gorillaz
• Blinding: Florence + the Machine
• 1979: Smashing Pumpkins
• Luv: Travis
  

Yup.

Now talking to Lizzy on MSN. Found out that both her sisters are getting married, that she's doing a year of aid work around Egypt and Africa and that she's gonna go diving in the Red Sea. Sometimes it's good to not talk to someone for ages, cause then you can have a long convo about stuff. She's good at alleviating my worries about Uni, too, which is good, because I'm all stressed and shaky at the moment (party due to half a litre of V).


1.40 AM, Tuesday.

Still talking to Lizzy. I'm having fun. I'm not tired at all.

Downloaded these 4 songs:

• You Make My Dreams Come True: Halls and Oates
• Freestylers: Push Up
• Rich Girls: The Virgins
• Shut Up And Let Me Go: The Ting Tings

Some songs I haven't heard for a while..

2.43AM

Still not tired, still talking to Lizzy. Now we're onto the awesomeness of Year 11 English class (with Mr Byrne), having already covered boys, how late it is, boys again, plans after school, illegal drinking, weddings... um, dreams, group gossip and... oh, school grades. Man, it's nearly 3AM. Haven't been on the internet this late for ages.
Tori is playing Hurt (Cash) on the PC. It's so sad. The video is sad too.

God. What drivel. No wonder

It is 3.04AM, after all.

3.20AM. Thinking of posting this and saying goodbye to Lizzy. Convo died down a little. Problem: not tired enough. Should I have had 500mL of V at midnight? Probably not. Uh oh. Yawning. Oh noooooees.

3.36AM Said goodbye, did last minute checks of everything. Going now.

<3>

Pictures from the Past

Lots of pictures from my childhood. Go away if you don't care.
NB. These photos are not in chronological order.

Starting with a picture from 1996, when I was three and a half.

This is from earlier times. Me and my best friend of the time, Jacob Meagher. I haven't seen him for six years or something crazy like that.

Tori, Me, Mum and Dad, October 1996.

This is Tori, me and two of our best friends from the nineties and early 2000s. Their names are Anna (Ah-nah) and Sophie, and they're from Holland. I haven't seen them since we left Auckland. This was taken at their house, around 2001.

This is my mum and dad at my mum's 32nd birthday, October 11th, 1996.

This is the ballet photo I was talking about before.

Me, Ellie and Tori, 2001. Ellie's first birthday.

A year later from above: From 2002, the year my parents split up and we moved to Sanson. Ellie (age two), Chloe, Me, Anna and a girl whose name I think is Alicia.

Me, Tori, Jacob & Jacob's sister Ruby. Anything not related to this is irrelephant.

I think that's all for now. I'm a very nostaligic person so I hope you'll forgive me for this post. I'm going to bed now. It's ten to one.

Late Night

Bit of reminiscing in this one. Go away if you think you might get bored.

23:26PM

I'm not really that tired.

Oh, so my new blog title is from a song by Florence + the Machine called I'm Not Calling You A Liar. Been listening to it a lot.

I'm not sure why I started this post, actually. Lately I just have less and less to say about things. I don't know how I managed to write a post a day only a few months ago. I think I used up all my material at once.

23:58PM

I'm uploading a bunch of photos from when I was a kid (1996, when I was 3 and a half). There's a heap of photos of my mum & dad, looking all happy. Even back then my dad was 47. Mum was 32.

00:16AM

Oh my god, I just found photos from one of my old ballet performances. I remember that day pretty well. I think it was when I was eight or nine.

00:28AM

I'm going to make a post after this one of some of the photos I scanned. You know, just because I'm bored.

Nostalgia II

Damnit, I thought I was done having these chats with you! Like talking about it will make it all go away. If that were possible, I would have been talking MADLY about the past year.

Ah well, you got your history.

I really feel like I should be doing something productive. I was watching Friends (s4) and I though" maybe after this episode I'll get up and tidy the kitchen, and then I'll come back and tidy my room or something", and somehow I ended up on here.
It's stupid. I haven't been blogging much, even though I usually blog quite a lot when I'm having a bad day, which has been true for the last week. Today got a little better when I got my report, which was really good, and then I finished a whole bunch of internals that were due.

Oh, plus I just found the ball photo for me, Leone, Stu and Michael. Of course Leone looks great and I look like this unsymmetrical freak. There's absolutely no way I'm uploading it to Facebook. It's so unfair. Everyone else looks fantastic, and the ONE photo that I get looks terrible. Really really FML.

I don't know what to say now. I think I'm gonna go tidy my room after all :(

Since Friday...

I have had the worst last five days. Last weekend was the crappiest yet (in memory), and today wasn't much better.

Reasons why Friday-Tuesday have sucked so far:

- First, have you SEEN the weather out there? Rain and wind and cold are always bound to make me cranky.

- We have NO food. I'm actually not kidding. All there is to eat is potatoes, pasta sauce, rice, slow cooker mixes and vegetables like broccoli and things, because Mum hasn't been shopping for ages (and by this I mean shopping with me, because when I go I always manage to con some nice food into the shopping trolley).

- Dad visited and it was utter crap. I know it's sad, but I wish he wouldn't visit. It upsets my happy weekend routine of doing nothing too much.

- Somehow caught another cold.

- Today sucked because somehow my sister unearthed a private piece of info about me and shared it with her friends. Definitely something I do not need right now.

- I'm seriously stressing about all the internals and things that are due this week- a total of four.

I think that's everything.

Sorry that my first post in quite a while is so depressing, but I don't really have anything happy to write about.

Hey, guys.

Ugh.

Edit: My contact lense are killing me, I have too much homework, my room is a bombsite again, it's already nearly 6 o'clock, our internet is pretty much dead and my dad is visiting on Friday. That would have been cool three years ago, but now it's likely to be awkward. So ugh.

My Afternoon

Spent like an hour tidying my room. Mum hired a cleaner lady to come and clean every Monday, and she told me to tidy my room so that the cleaner lady could clean it. Ha.

I used a huge green economy sized rubbish bag and filled it almost the brim with paper and other junk from my desk and wardrobe. I re-organised my desk and bookcase. I put all my clothes away.
I don't clean often, but when I do, I really do.

We went to the Warehouse after school today and yesterday. Yesterday Mum bought me shoes for the ball. And today:

- 4 DVDs:
* Defiance
* M.I.1 & M.I.2
* The Hangover
- A pair of shoes
- A foundation brush

And I almost got this massive fluffy pillow, only I realised it was almost $40, more than than the DVDs together, and had to put it back.

Ho hum. Ball tomorrow. Kinda excited, kinda not.

Right, I'm gonna go. Got some movies to watch :D

Hm.

I'm having mixed feelings about the ball. On the one hand, I think it might be fun, and on the other I'm thinking it'll be boring as shit. I have to go now, though. Ugh.

Pent Up Weirdness

Does anyone even go on here anymore? Apart from Rachel and I, I mean. It's like, seriously deserted. I haven't been writing as often because of this.

You know, tomorrow will be the first assembly I've been to for like eight weeks. Interesting right?

Down to some serious shit, now. As you all know (I assume), there has been some major weather going on today. We were driving home in the car today after school, going along one of the roads between Sanson and Feilding, and we turn a corner, go up a hill and there! there's this huuuuge puddle in the road. It's like

fencegrass puddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddle grassfence.

The grass in the ditches is waving a bit, and the ditches are full of muddy water flowing into the next paddock, which is pretty damn wet already. There's actually no road there. It's just water.
No, there is a road. It's under the water and invisible, is what I meant to say.

So we drive up slowly and there's this guy in an army uniform and a little light-blue car on the road, and Mum pulls up and rolls down the window and he's like

"so my wife drove the car through the puddle and now the car is full of water and my boots are wet and the electrics are wet too, and I have to wait here so my mate can pick me up and we can figure out what to do with the car that my stupid wife flooded"

He didn't actually say that.
But it was close enough.

And Mum's like no way nuh uh I'm not driving through that, and she backs up the car about to turn around, and then this hard ass mother fucker in a blue truck drives right up and right on through the puddle, not stopping at all, just cruising on through. And then he's gone and the puddle (sea, lake, river) is all lapping at the sides of the fence, and Mum's like "was his car higher than ours?" and of course we say no.

And then the douche with the wet boots say "derp I just realised that your car is diesel and the electrics will be sweet as, so you can go now". His buddy drives up in a green truck and Mum goes through the puddle. And then we're all safe and dry as can be on the other side.

The farm is flooded too. There's no visible creek because it's basically a river now, and there are enormous puddles everywhere. The sheep got kinda stranded and Mum spent all afternoon wading around trying to save them, and she said that if it rains tomorrow like it did today, they could die.

I love floods. If only it didn't have to rain/I had an umbrella :)

xx