Friday, October 8

The holidays are almost over. What have I done in the last two weeks? Watched movies, slept, computed... that's pretty much it.
I hate this blog.

I don't want to do it anymore. Sort of. We know what website I think is so much better. Since you all hate it when I talk about it though I'm actually going to adhere to the rules and go fully fight club.

Mum is really angry at me today. I don't know why. She called me a bitch before she went to Wanganui, and when I wouldn't talk to her she said "I could die on the road and the last time we would have spoken would have been in a fight". I can't wait to go to Wellington, and to be away from my family. I know it'll still be hard, but it'll be a relief too.

I started my application today. I have to figure out my courses (which I have done) and then do my own timetable (which I have also done) and then fill in some other detaily bits. Hopefully my halls of residence thingy will get here in a week or so, too. I want everything to come together, so bad. I wish it could be as easy as possible.

I feel so tired. It's my own fault, I know. I just want this year to be over. As years go it hasn't been the worst, but it hasn't been the best, either. I don't know if I can pick a best year. They've all merged into a blob of badness and mediocrity, with small pieces of happiness sewn in.

Life isn't fair.

I Almost Told You Guys Something, And Then Didn't.

I was going to make a confession but decided it was a bad idea. I don't think you guys would understand what it's all about, except maybe for Chrissy and Isaac, because I think they'd be more likely to know about this kind of thing. That doesn't mean I think they'd approve, though.

xx

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.