Jess will know what the title means.
Speaking of rape, the Greek gods did an awful lot of it; Zeus raped lots of people, including his mother. He also married his sister.
So anyway.
I don't like thinking too much about one particular thing, because it makes me feel ill. However, I'm going to blog about it today (and keep it as short as possible).
I don't like imagining my organs.
I am so weird. I think of squishy intestines and liver and lungs and go "ewwww that's inside me?"
Today I was sitting on the bus on the way to school, thinking about it. I want you to think about it too.
Clench your fist and move your knuckles. Think of the little bones moving around under your flesh, think of the joints and the veins, think about what it would look like if you pulled away the skin. Gross right?
Now find your heartbeat. Don't just feel it, imagine your heart pumping away under your skin, imagine it pushing the blood around your body, imagine how it would look if it stopped.
Lastly, think of yourself as a whole; the soft pink-grey brain inside your skull, the stringy bits behind your eyes, the rolling ball joints of your shoulders, your stomach, digesting what you last ate.
Ha. I just weirded you out. I know it.
Anyway, today was pretty boring. I had Classics, English, Study and then two hours of swimming sports. Yeugh. Missed out on History and Geo. That sucks...
That's all from me for now.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Words and weirdness.
God, my last blog was weird. The very weirdest.
I am in a strange mood. I'm not quite sure whether I'm angry or depressed or just plain tired. Whatever it is, I feel pretty terrible. I was all snappy with people at school today (although I do think some of them deserved it- I hate being embarrassed and I sometimes wish people would think before they speak. I do value what other people think of me, and though I love my friends very much, I really don't want to go back to hanging out in a place that others refer to as "Loser Lane"(or in our current case, the Loser Hole) and instead of focusing on my work I just wrote stuff every period. Except Geography, that is; Mrs Jeffreys made us write out three pages of stuff, plus four/five diagrams. Mind numbingly boring, though after a while the words just appear on the page without any kind of realization of what they're saying.
It rained today.
I'm frustrated.
I am in a strange mood. I'm not quite sure whether I'm angry or depressed or just plain tired. Whatever it is, I feel pretty terrible. I was all snappy with people at school today (although I do think some of them deserved it- I hate being embarrassed and I sometimes wish people would think before they speak. I do value what other people think of me, and though I love my friends very much, I really don't want to go back to hanging out in a place that others refer to as "Loser Lane"(or in our current case, the Loser Hole) and instead of focusing on my work I just wrote stuff every period. Except Geography, that is; Mrs Jeffreys made us write out three pages of stuff, plus four/five diagrams. Mind numbingly boring, though after a while the words just appear on the page without any kind of realization of what they're saying.
It rained today.
I'm frustrated.
Oh yeah, I finished The Kite Runner. Bloody fantastic. Read it Jess, I command you. I started Pet Semetary by Stephen King. Yaaay me.
Here are some words (with EMphasis, people!):
- Der-OG-atory
- PI-neapple
- Az-URE
- FRUStrated
- PER-uvian Pav-LOVa
- ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIAN-ism (yeah, bizarches. Second longest English word in the dictionary or something.)
Right, off to clean my room to some happy music. God knows I need it.
Oh, and just a note, Ke$ha; Mick Jagger isn't even hot. So there.
Rubbish. Complete and utter rubbish.
WARNING: bear with me. The third paragraph of this blog is more than a little mentally challenged. This post is an outlet for the rubbish in my head, as you will see in due time (provided you read on, and that this warning wasn't too ominous).
Some moron crashed outside our house today. (There used to be a lot more crashes, but now that there's a passing lane it's a bit better.) A police car, an ambulance and a fire engine came down the road, lights a-flashing, to the scene of the crash around ten-fifteen minutes ago. A customer told me that someone had run their car into the ditch and a truck was involved in some way. There is indeed a big blue truck with stacks of wood parked on the side of the road (and not, thank god, on its side and in the middle of a fiery pile-up)', so hopefully that means that there were minimal injuries.
Speaking of trucks, my mum and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from W(h)anganui last week. We had been picking up a greyhound from the racing track, and as Fleur (beautiful fawn thing) panted and farted away in the back of the van (greyhound farts are abominable) we discussed the strangeness of words. We were talking about how Americans, the English and New Zealanders call the same things by different names (Wellingtons-gumboots, lolly- ice block) when a truck passed and Mum said, "that's a big lorry." her hand went over her mouth and she said, "I haven't called a truck a 'lorry' for years!" while I laughed, not unkindly, at her.
Roll the word around your tounge. Say it over and over again. Doesn't 'lorry' sound like too small of a word for a thing like a truck? Lorry is small and insignificant- it almost sounds like lolly, or dolly- while truck is big and tough. 'tis very strange, the English language. The very strangest.
Another thing I have been thinking about today is the matter of time. Why is it that it takes the same amount of time to deposit a check at the bank as it does to fetch a towel from the airing cupboard and close the laundry door?
Why do certain classes go by so quickly, when others dawdle along like an elderly man with a disabled leg? It's totally baffling.
And also, answer me this: who came up with the concept of time? And why do humans feel the need to take control over something so completely not human like? Something so... uncontrollable by man, something so BIG and CELESTIAL. That may sound weird to you, but here is my reasoning:
A. It is the nature of the human race to control things. People try to control every aspect of their lives: what time they get up in the morning, what they do or don't eat, who they associate with.
B. So why not let go of restrictions? Throw away those stupid little digital watches that you all think are so fantastic! Everyone should live life without ever knowing what the time of day is. In fact, forget the goddamn date! I once went for an entire two weeks without knowing if it was the 15th or the 25th or what, and it was wonderful. It's a feeling of not caring when the next month starts, almost of not knowing where you are.
C. I want to go to Finland in Summer. That would be interesting.
Yeah. So now you know what rubbish swirls around my head at any given time of the day :3
Au revoir.
Some moron crashed outside our house today. (There used to be a lot more crashes, but now that there's a passing lane it's a bit better.) A police car, an ambulance and a fire engine came down the road, lights a-flashing, to the scene of the crash around ten-fifteen minutes ago. A customer told me that someone had run their car into the ditch and a truck was involved in some way. There is indeed a big blue truck with stacks of wood parked on the side of the road (and not, thank god, on its side and in the middle of a fiery pile-up)', so hopefully that means that there were minimal injuries.
Speaking of trucks, my mum and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from W(h)anganui last week. We had been picking up a greyhound from the racing track, and as Fleur (beautiful fawn thing) panted and farted away in the back of the van (greyhound farts are abominable) we discussed the strangeness of words. We were talking about how Americans, the English and New Zealanders call the same things by different names (Wellingtons-gumboots, lolly- ice block) when a truck passed and Mum said, "that's a big lorry." her hand went over her mouth and she said, "I haven't called a truck a 'lorry' for years!" while I laughed, not unkindly, at her.
Roll the word around your tounge. Say it over and over again. Doesn't 'lorry' sound like too small of a word for a thing like a truck? Lorry is small and insignificant- it almost sounds like lolly, or dolly- while truck is big and tough. 'tis very strange, the English language. The very strangest.
Another thing I have been thinking about today is the matter of time. Why is it that it takes the same amount of time to deposit a check at the bank as it does to fetch a towel from the airing cupboard and close the laundry door?
Why do certain classes go by so quickly, when others dawdle along like an elderly man with a disabled leg? It's totally baffling.
And also, answer me this: who came up with the concept of time? And why do humans feel the need to take control over something so completely not human like? Something so... uncontrollable by man, something so BIG and CELESTIAL. That may sound weird to you, but here is my reasoning:
A. It is the nature of the human race to control things. People try to control every aspect of their lives: what time they get up in the morning, what they do or don't eat, who they associate with.
B. So why not let go of restrictions? Throw away those stupid little digital watches that you all think are so fantastic! Everyone should live life without ever knowing what the time of day is. In fact, forget the goddamn date! I once went for an entire two weeks without knowing if it was the 15th or the 25th or what, and it was wonderful. It's a feeling of not caring when the next month starts, almost of not knowing where you are.
C. I want to go to Finland in Summer. That would be interesting.
Yeah. So now you know what rubbish swirls around my head at any given time of the day :3
Au revoir.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Do you got the notion?
To... rock the boat
Don't rock the boat baby!
Rock the boat
Don't tip the boat over!
Reminds me vaguely of things (things other than kayaking and camp).
Good day today. Got stuff done.
GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON PREMIERE TONIGHT. GOLLY GOSH I AM EXCITED. I have white chocolate and ice cold water to accompany me, so yayyyy.
Things that have happened:
- I joined Sheila Winn Shakespeare (W.S. production thingy at my school, hopefully will be fun).
- Finally happy with my classes.
- Started compiling a list of every country in the world and their capitals. So far have around 150, need to finish America and Asia. Jess and Keryn are very good at helping, tip of the hat to them (and I cannot BELIEVE that I forgot Poland!). Doing the same with the U.S.A, have around 35 (without the aid of an atlas).
- I'm a bit concerned about certain people. This blog thing has enabled me to see more fully into the lives of my friends. I hope everything turns out for the best, everyone.
- Actually staying on top of homework for once. I have a little motto. "This year is MY year." Of all my years at high school, THIS will be the one that I concentrate. I'm setting my sights on a Merit endorsement.
- Am listening to a song that gives me a real blast from the past: Walking Away- Craig David. Love his voice, and I love the memories :)
- Hallelujah is now No. 1 on my iTunes most played. Yuss.
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini is brilliant. I'm about two thirds through and I'm loving it. Not my favourite book, but definitely in the top 10.
And now, just to see who actually read my blog; if you were to form a band, what would you call it? :D
Au revoir, mes petites chous ;D
Don't rock the boat baby!
Rock the boat
Don't tip the boat over!
Reminds me vaguely of things (things other than kayaking and camp).
Good day today. Got stuff done.
GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON PREMIERE TONIGHT. GOLLY GOSH I AM EXCITED. I have white chocolate and ice cold water to accompany me, so yayyyy.
Things that have happened:
- I joined Sheila Winn Shakespeare (W.S. production thingy at my school, hopefully will be fun).
- Finally happy with my classes.
- Started compiling a list of every country in the world and their capitals. So far have around 150, need to finish America and Asia. Jess and Keryn are very good at helping, tip of the hat to them (and I cannot BELIEVE that I forgot Poland!). Doing the same with the U.S.A, have around 35 (without the aid of an atlas).
- I'm a bit concerned about certain people. This blog thing has enabled me to see more fully into the lives of my friends. I hope everything turns out for the best, everyone.
- Actually staying on top of homework for once. I have a little motto. "This year is MY year." Of all my years at high school, THIS will be the one that I concentrate. I'm setting my sights on a Merit endorsement.
- Am listening to a song that gives me a real blast from the past: Walking Away- Craig David. Love his voice, and I love the memories :)
- Hallelujah is now No. 1 on my iTunes most played. Yuss.
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini is brilliant. I'm about two thirds through and I'm loving it. Not my favourite book, but definitely in the top 10.
And now, just to see who actually read my blog; if you were to form a band, what would you call it? :D
Au revoir, mes petites chous ;D
Sunday, February 7, 2010
All the Young Conformists.
I love our group so much, so here is a blog post telling everyone about us.
In year 9 and 10 I somehow managed to get involved in a group of people that others often refer to as "the cabbages". In case you don't know, a cabbage describes an exceptionally mentally challenged person (quite unlike the French term of endearment, mon petit chou). I always felt terribly out-of-place, knowing (not modestly, either) the fact that my brain power is far above theirs. I don't think of myself as a terribly smart being, but I do know, at least, that I am smarter than them.
Thankfully, I was granted escape when conflict arose and I expelled myself from the group. It involved a visit to the councilors office (not instigated by me at all) and several heated conversations, but finally I was out.
By year 11 I'd managed to form a new group (or at least, I was a part of a small group that, through certain connections, became bigger). It started with a few, and to this day has grown to around a dozen. I don't really bother to count, but it is quite large. Last year was probably our biggest so far, with three or four new arrivals (one not welcomed by some in the end...). Now that year's seventh formers, Josie and Tabi, have gone their respective ways, and Nadia, Emma and Charlie have left also, we have dwindled a teeny bit. It's very weird being in mufti now while the majority is still wearing ugly skirts and shirts. Nah nah, younglings!
I suppose we influence each other quite a lot; we got Jess to come camping with us for a week; Keryn's kayak adventure rekindled my love of being aboard water vessels (oh, how I'd so love to go white rafting again!); Leone awoke Isaac's met-ero-sex-ual side :D
We have an abundance of inside jokes, little things that at the slightest mention will easily get everyone laughing.
We do extravagant things together, such as camping for a week in the almost-middle-of-nowhere.
We all come from rather different backgrounds and have rather different ideals. Unlike other clique-y groups at our school, we go our own ways with subject selections (and just thank luck if one or more of us are placed in the same class!). I have heard of girls who do things only because their friends are doing them.
Our religious views differ, the countries and neighborhoods we were born in differ, the ways our families are formed differ, and the places we have chosen to go in the future differ.
It's fantastic being in a group with so many different personalities; I suppose being on the outside of the popular kids has shown me that there's so much more value in spending lunchtimes listing all the countries of the world without the aid of an atlas than discussing our sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and previous boyfriends in detail. (There have been times in class where I wish I could blot out the conversations going on across the room.)
Have I finished? I think I'm done spewing my brain all over the place.
So anyway, the thing I was meaning to write about all along was the title; we- we being the early joiners of this blog site- have pressured some others into joining. Conformists!
Thanks for reading, m'dears :3
Au revoir!
In year 9 and 10 I somehow managed to get involved in a group of people that others often refer to as "the cabbages". In case you don't know, a cabbage describes an exceptionally mentally challenged person (quite unlike the French term of endearment, mon petit chou). I always felt terribly out-of-place, knowing (not modestly, either) the fact that my brain power is far above theirs. I don't think of myself as a terribly smart being, but I do know, at least, that I am smarter than them.
Thankfully, I was granted escape when conflict arose and I expelled myself from the group. It involved a visit to the councilors office (not instigated by me at all) and several heated conversations, but finally I was out.
By year 11 I'd managed to form a new group (or at least, I was a part of a small group that, through certain connections, became bigger). It started with a few, and to this day has grown to around a dozen. I don't really bother to count, but it is quite large. Last year was probably our biggest so far, with three or four new arrivals (one not welcomed by some in the end...). Now that year's seventh formers, Josie and Tabi, have gone their respective ways, and Nadia, Emma and Charlie have left also, we have dwindled a teeny bit. It's very weird being in mufti now while the majority is still wearing ugly skirts and shirts. Nah nah, younglings!
I suppose we influence each other quite a lot; we got Jess to come camping with us for a week; Keryn's kayak adventure rekindled my love of being aboard water vessels (oh, how I'd so love to go white rafting again!); Leone awoke Isaac's met-ero-sex-ual side :D
We have an abundance of inside jokes, little things that at the slightest mention will easily get everyone laughing.
We do extravagant things together, such as camping for a week in the almost-middle-of-nowhere.
We all come from rather different backgrounds and have rather different ideals. Unlike other clique-y groups at our school, we go our own ways with subject selections (and just thank luck if one or more of us are placed in the same class!). I have heard of girls who do things only because their friends are doing them.
Our religious views differ, the countries and neighborhoods we were born in differ, the ways our families are formed differ, and the places we have chosen to go in the future differ.
It's fantastic being in a group with so many different personalities; I suppose being on the outside of the popular kids has shown me that there's so much more value in spending lunchtimes listing all the countries of the world without the aid of an atlas than discussing our sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and previous boyfriends in detail. (There have been times in class where I wish I could blot out the conversations going on across the room.)
Have I finished? I think I'm done spewing my brain all over the place.
So anyway, the thing I was meaning to write about all along was the title; we- we being the early joiners of this blog site- have pressured some others into joining. Conformists!
Thanks for reading, m'dears :3
Au revoir!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The epic expedition of the SS Imaginaaation and the SS Octopi
So yesterday I expressed my love of kayaking, and this morning I was invited by Keryn's mum and later Keryn herself to join them on their kayak trip. I accepted, and at 2PM today I was picked up from my place to accompany them to Lake... lake... uh. I can't remember what it's called, but it's a lake. When trying to recall the name I somehow come up with Udders... I don't know why.
Lake Udder was beautiful; as we approached it I saw a blue expanse of water surrounded by rolling green hills, which were scattered with sheep and ducks and reeds.
We drifted, often aimlessly, often with determination and purpose, around the lake, every so often running into Keryn's parents (at one point encountering a bald man in a very green speedboat. We laughed at him and he put on his hat. Weird), and occasionally running into these two dragonflies who were... *ahem* a bit busy.
We dubbed our ships the SS Imaaginaaation (Keryn's) and the SS Octopi (mine). Let me stress that my ship has 16 tentacles. I also never fell off it, which is a plus.
So after all this, we aimlessly drifted back to shore for a snack. Mum made me bring muffins. As we were eating, Keryn gave a shout and I jumped up, expecting the dragonflies or a wasp or, I don't know, A YETI, only to find that the cause of the shout was two small, white, fluffy bichons. Thanks, Keryn, for instigating a shitting of the bricks incident.
So we ate Mum's orange and honey muffins and proceeded to find the trampoline. First we tried a strange red contraption which actually turned out to be a low set of monkey bars. Thank God we didn't try to bounce on it. Next we found another red thing, but this turned out to be a slide. Our third and final guess actually was a trampoline! Champion, Keryn, we did it!
We took one last spin around the lake, and then packed up and set off at 5PM. Three hours of sun and fun, and many thanks to a portion of the Knight clan for having me!
Aaand that was the majority of my day. How is it that I get up at 9.30AM and still accomplish almost nothing? Ugh.
Laters, biznitches :D
Lake Udder was beautiful; as we approached it I saw a blue expanse of water surrounded by rolling green hills, which were scattered with sheep and ducks and reeds.
We drifted, often aimlessly, often with determination and purpose, around the lake, every so often running into Keryn's parents (at one point encountering a bald man in a very green speedboat. We laughed at him and he put on his hat. Weird), and occasionally running into these two dragonflies who were... *ahem* a bit busy.
We dubbed our ships the SS Imaaginaaation (Keryn's) and the SS Octopi (mine). Let me stress that my ship has 16 tentacles. I also never fell off it, which is a plus.
So after all this, we aimlessly drifted back to shore for a snack. Mum made me bring muffins. As we were eating, Keryn gave a shout and I jumped up, expecting the dragonflies or a wasp or, I don't know, A YETI, only to find that the cause of the shout was two small, white, fluffy bichons. Thanks, Keryn, for instigating a shitting of the bricks incident.
So we ate Mum's orange and honey muffins and proceeded to find the trampoline. First we tried a strange red contraption which actually turned out to be a low set of monkey bars. Thank God we didn't try to bounce on it. Next we found another red thing, but this turned out to be a slide. Our third and final guess actually was a trampoline! Champion, Keryn, we did it!
We took one last spin around the lake, and then packed up and set off at 5PM. Three hours of sun and fun, and many thanks to a portion of the Knight clan for having me!
Aaand that was the majority of my day. How is it that I get up at 9.30AM and still accomplish almost nothing? Ugh.
Laters, biznitches :D
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