**Clueless

I still hate that movie.

No, actually, change of heart. I just hate Jane Austen and variations thereof in general.

Well-written stories? Yes.
Well-though-out stories? Yes.
Good plots? Hella no.

I’m not reading the 19th Century equivalent of Jodi Picoult. Just because a book is old, it is NOT high literature! THIS IS A MISTAKE MADE BY MANY PEOPLE - AGE DOES NOT GIVE YOU OR ANY PUBLISHED WORKS ANY MORE CREDIT! True, some books (Orwell, Tolkien etc) age particularly well and become more respected and revered, but that is the making of classics. Ths Sleepover club won't be high-society literature in a hundred years because of its age, it will still be what it is - young girls' inspiration to have non-sleepovers and do generally nothing with their lives.

The only reason Shakespeare is considered high literature is because of his choice of words, phrases and the sheer number of works he created in his short life and with minimal resources. They’re plays written for the masses with very simple storylines. If it hadn’t been Shakespeare who wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, it would be crap for the utter hecticity and randomness of the plotline.

And even then, we’re not entirely sure if Shakespeare wrote what we think he did. It’s been speculated that some other playwrights at the time wrote many of his plays (Marlow etc), as well as that he’s gay and many of his sonnets are to a young boy.

Chortle.

my smart-arse debut

series of events.

1. I send an email to my friend with a fuckyeahbookshelves.tumblr.com linky-link in it

2. The school email that scans our PRIVATE emails picked up the fuck in it, and deemed it highly innapropriate.

3. I got an email from the Dean asking me to apologise.

4. I did so with 20 dictionary.com words of the day to show her what real colourful language was

I must apologise most sincerely and bloviately that the web address, which I found as a link and in my dishabille state did not fully take into account, found its way to you, and how much a wastrel and a scapegrace I must now seem. The address in question is an inpellucid literary reference to An Abundance of Katherines by John Green, my favourite book, whose main characters substitute the infamous word with another until the ne plus ultra of the book, where more extreme language is deemed necessary perforce by the persnickety author. The site displays images of creative bookshelf arrangements in disportion, so the literary inside joke is well placed. I promise that this thoughtless malversational disregard and misuse of private emails going in and out of my personal email inbox will not affect you again, especially where clandestine messages are involved, and I will continue to moil until this is quashed.

So, kids, the moral of the story is to show your teachers that your vocabulary is not limited to four letter swear words, introduce complex linguistics to make them believe otherwise.
x

It turns out it's not May, when my youtube anniversary is, so shit, sorry. Calm down, people.

So I took down my birthday video and am in the progress of making one that is the epitome (e-pi-toe-mee) of awesome, that requires such effort it needs a month.

Brace yourselves.

x

Happy Birthday, insaneandluvingit.

So it's been two years since I joined the site known as youtube, and to celebrate I have started uploading regular videos, mainly, it would seem, for the amusement of my fellow classmates, who watch them not because they think the actual videos are amusing, but the fact that I make videos is amusing.

But yes, it has been two years since I made up the alias "insaneandluvingit", before which I was a nameless entity who floated dreamily between usernames and passwords, not sure which would describe me. If you're wondering why I didn't pick the gramatically correct "insaneandlovingit", it is because this was already a youtube account for someone in Brazil.

Still, after a few 123people and google searches of the username I have become, I was suprised and a little intimidated with how much I've been spread online unintentionally.

Every comment, reference, tweet, video, account and blog post has been thrown around the internet with less care than the early bird has for the worm.

So, when you die, be sure you know what is going to happen to your virtual self.

And delete any accounts you're not using.

Because, as I've discovered, having a twitter, youtube, blog, second blog, third blog, tumblr, facebook, dailybooth, livejournal, history forum, narniaweb, leakycauldron, wonka, tetrisfriends, iminlikewithyou, second youtube and every other account you've ever made can be potentially problematic when trying to keep yourself to yourself.

The good side is that in a hundred years, history students will have plenty of eternal sources about the early 21st century from all of the accounts on all websites.

Happy worrying to you, and happy birthday to me.

Le melt

Does anyone else think that Eugene Simon is ridiculously hot?

Because I could spend hours looking at his photo.

do you know what my least favourite word is?

smooch.

what an ugly word.

whoever created that word should have something mildly disgusting set upon them as a punishment.

Another one.

My creativity has gone out the window and has hence been replaced with collages.



Thank goodness I finally found a use for my year-long subscription to possibly the most atrocious magazine for tweens ever - Dolly.

Um, the subscription was a present from my uncle.

Don't judge me.

supermegafoxyawesomehot

=D

and again.

hallow!

I felt like being slightly creative, so this is what i came up with.
wretched isn't it?
It's all over my science book. it's like a cult symbol for me. sigh.

a picture's worth a thousand words - essay done.

So I have 50 words I can write to aid me in my christian studies in-class essay about Paul and Ephesians (yay.)

I wonder if I draw a picture I'll be deducted points for being over the limit.



Amongst pondering the merits of cheating, plagerism and schoolwork, I have done nothing of interest at all.

Defenestration.

Today...

...a car drove past me really, really fast.

The number plate was

ITSBIG




...



I have my doubts.

i was wondering

why people think i'm weird.

then i realised i was in a swimming pool littered with jumping insects the sixe of small mice in the middle of the australian desert, with my brother collecting rocks from the bottom of the pool and making a dam, my father sitting under an exclusively natty umbrella, hat over his face with a utensil similar to a whip in his hand whisking away flies reading the economist, and me sitting in the corner of abovementioned pool in speedos with bright orange, pink, green, yellow and black stripes to rival a licorice allsort.

then i realised.