insaneandluvingit

OKAYGOSHFINE

2010-11-23T02:17:00.001-08:00

I haven't blogged in over a month.

I have tumblr.

Go there.

If you do not like tumblr, LATERS BITCHES.

insaneandluvingit.tumblr.com

Noosa, loves.

2010-10-05T03:32:00.000-07:00

I got sunburnt and happy.

My dad works at a volunteer radio station on Mondays

2010-09-26T16:08:00.000-07:00

They read the newspapers for vision impaired people and english language classes.

Their receptionist is blind.

They say she doesn't do much because she can't write notes or do anything but answer the phone and then forget who called them.

She's very friendly.

They can't fire her, because she's a volunteer. Even if not the most brilliantly useful receptionsist, she still helps.

I like that recepetionist.

Sometimes I feel like that receptionist.

2010-08-26T17:35:00.000-07:00

It's official.

I am screwed for the Aus History exam.

I'm in Aus History now, not listening.

fml.

Wanna see something rather personal?

2010-08-17T04:14:00.000-07:00

OK.

Below is the message I sent to a friend via fb message.

Hello.
First, let me clarify a few points.

1. I am socially inept and completely nerdy.
2. I get along with you reasonably well compared to other boys.
3. The aforementioned point isn't saying much as I know a total of two boys.
4. I am totally chickenshit exemplified by the medium used for this request (that being facebook).
5. (I apologise for the intense awkwardness field I'm about to create) I have a formal this year.

Given points 1 through 5 are accepted as fact, would you be ok to come to my formal with me as a [suffering] family-friend type?
If you are ok to come, that's cool, and if you aren't, that's cool too.

Yeah. I'm that lame.

I am disappoint

2010-08-06T21:56:00.000-07:00

Whilst shopping with my beloved mother today, I offered to push the then empty trolley.
I leant on the handlebars.
I forgot Newton's Third Law.
I fell.
I bounced.
The upturned cart screeched painfully along the ground.
My knees went red.
I laughed.
My mother was unamused.

The most romantic thing you can do for someone else.

2010-07-23T23:52:00.000-07:00

"Take her somewhere quiet. Tell her it’s a surprise and that she needn’t know where you’re going. Drive for hours. Stop only when you reach a gigantic tree that’s so gnarled and twisted it can only scarcely be called one. There’s an entrance in its roots.

Lead her through the entrance.

You’ll both have to crawl, but you’ll eventually make it to this very romantic room. Unfortunately, you probably cannot see anything because it’s pitch black - which is a good thing you brought a candle with you. Take a match from your pocket and hand it to her (be careful not to drop it in the dark). Tell her to light it. Meanwhile, run the fuck out of there. Her screams will alert you that you’ve successfully introduced her to A RABID FUCKING WEREWOLF NAMED REMUS LUPIN THAT’S ABOUT TO CONSUME HER IN ONE BITE MUHFUCKAAAAAAAAA

Oh, you meant how to woo her? My bad. Buy her flowers."

-omegleshit.tumblr.com

Aloha

2010-07-07T03:16:00.000-07:00

Aloha means both 'hello' and 'goodbye' in Hawai'ian.

Did you know that?

I haven't written in a while, but that's because I try to write things here that actually have substance to them. I like to think that this is where I pour out the words in my head, and tumblr is where I pour out the images that accompany it.

Things that have happened in the past week:

I have watched the entire series of Dance Academy. I sense your judgment. But it's addictive. And the boys in it are hot.

I have decorated my converse thus:

I think it's fucking awesome.

I have seen Toy Story 3 twice. I cried both times. It is a beautiful film.

I saw Shrek 4. Meh. Better than the utter shit of the third, did not live up to the fantasticity of the first.

I'm going to see the Karate Kid tomorrow, with two of my best friends. It probably won't be the deepest-slash-most soul-touching film, but meh.

I made muffins. They are the epitome of food pornography. See? I told you so.

I've geeked at Doctor Who. River song is the definition of bamf (apart from Neville Longbottom)

And I took a test seeing how many of the 200 main characters in Harry Potter I could name in 18 minutes (decided by how many times their name appeared in the series). 125/200 was my score, and out of the ones I hadn't got, there were only four characters I couldn't recognise.

So yes.
Aloha.

SO APPARENTLY

2010-06-24T05:06:00.000-07:00

We have a ginger-slash-female-slash-hold-the-phone-ginger Prime Minister now.

Which is all well and good, you know. So I'm for women in power. (1:0 to Julia so far)

Just, my mother would kill me if she found out I was kinda happy 'bout it. She was in the Young Liberals as a seventeen-year-old. (1:1) I come from a long line of really cool people, ya know.

BUT a girl in my year (<3) was a bit put out by this turn of events. It has been her goal for a very long time to become the first female Prime Minister. So, Ms Gillard doesn't have my support in the competition respect either. (1:2)

But she's a ginger, and not having a soul must compensate for the nasty, evil, LIberal thoughts, right? (2:2)

Yes, but that's made by internet trolls and idiots (e.g. me) alike. (2:3)

SO this argument is going nowhere. Shame. It had a really good start.

OH! and I'm submitting my fancy-pants short story Silver Afternoons to the Syndey Morning Herald Short Story Official Competition Thing.

I love subtle insults in essays

2010-06-16T05:11:00.001-07:00

Wilberforce didn’t give up his swashbuckling social life just because he was a politician, as is still the case with most politicians today.

What's one thing you own that you should probably throw away, but never will?

2010-06-15T04:05:00.001-07:00

My innocence.

An imprint of a departed soul.

2010-06-11T03:28:00.000-07:00

THIS THING IS SO DAMN AWESOME

Have you ever done that thing

2010-06-06T23:17:00.000-07:00

That thing where you're too busy worrying about the fre-e-eezing cold Mountain Dew in your hand that you get lost in the work experience building?

Guess what I just did.

I have no youtube/facebook BUT I have tumblr and blogger. My Colleagues are out for afternoon tea.

I made David Jones stock a swimsuit they weren't going to sell.
I made a spreadsheet that they're going to use to compare to competitiors' prices.
I know Winter 2011 colours and designs.
I know CONFIDENTIAL Summer 2010 Seafolly and JETS collections.

***

One thing that was really sweet was that the others keep referring to the average customer as if She was one person. e.g.:

She'd like this!
She LOVES this kind of thing, doesn't She, girls?
She's very into the ash and pale blue colours.

<3

Nostalgia and Monologue.

2010-06-06T04:46:00.000-07:00

I get it. I haven't blogged in a while. Nothing much has happened for me to blog about, so here's some stuff to entertain you, you non-existent people you.

*****

I had a flashback today to year seven, when we were studying Shakespeare's Dream in English.
My friend Anni wrote this. We sung it to another English class.

Do you love Shakespeare?
(To the tune of "Do your ears hang low?")

Do you love Shakespeare?
Do you read him everyday?
Do you know him off by heart?
Can you act him in a play?
Something something Shakespeare
Something something something-ay
Do you love. Shake. Speare?

We love Shakespeare
We read him every day
We know him off by heart
We can act him in a play
We love Shakespeare
We think he's really hot
It's a pity. He's. Dead.

If he were alive today
We would date him for sure
We would see him all the time
We would love him even more
We're in love with Shakespeare
He's our number one man
We love. SHAKE. SPEARE!!!!!1!!11one!!

We were such kool kids.

*****

A monologue typed out by me as I procrastinated while "doing" PE homework that I didn't have to do. Enjoy. Or not as the case may be.

3. It has been suggested that learner drivers should practice while being supervised by someone with a full license but no other passengers. Discuss.

I never wanted to do PE anyway, but I will so I can procrastinate successfully. My mum is just behind me, sweeping in the little alleyway behind our house. I’m not allowed on my PC in my bedroom anymore, so I’m in the family room. I want to read Cyanide and Happiness, or watch some of their YouTube videos, and then subscribe. I’m that cool. But anyway, I’ll just sit here and type, so it looks like I’ve kind of done work, sort of. Oh well. Such is life. Learner drivers need to have no other distractions such as passengers, ipods, phones etc, as said in question one. Is this good enough? Bloody hope so. Sigh. What will become of me? I’ll probably end up putting this on my blog in the end. I can’t just leave it here to waste. So, hello, blog-reader if that is who you are. If this is not on my blog, then gtfo, hacker. You are not wanted here. Good, she’s gone now. Back to C+H. Crap, she’s there again. Sigh. Type typey type type typison. What eles to do. Sorry I haven’t written in my blog for ages. Wanna know the real reason? Nothing has happened. Really. Nothing. Work Experience this week. Fun. Not sure what I’m going to be doing at the place I’m going to. Hummmmm. She’s gone, BAM! C+H! Or not. She’s inside now. Lull her into a false sense of secu....GONE AGAIN. Aaaand she’s back. Woo. Walking in front of me...goin...going....going....gone. Good. Nope, she’s back again. In the laundry to me right. Putting stuff in the dryer. I love my mum, but my parents don’t trust me on my computer. I wonder why... But still, it’s not like I’m watching porn or anything. Hold on. Running out of light. Better. Lights on. SHE’S GONE C+H!

Would you like more evidence of how BIZARRE my school is?

2010-05-24T00:48:00.000-07:00

Picture this: it is my all-girls' school's 125th Anniversary on Thursday. Many girls are playing instruments at the concert to celebrate. All are singing O Fortuna, a song at some ungodly pitch that will either be really, really good or absolute crap and a song written especially for our school. The music to this piece is awesome. Really, the chords and harmonies and choir bits? Although in Latin and a leetle pretentious, very nice.

But the words.

We are the quiet acheivers
We are the guiding hand
The future guadians of this wide and fragile land
With years of knowledge behind us
And light to guide our way
We have the power to change
Tomorrow today

Yeah. I know. Don't even let me begin to disect it, I'm sure you can do that by yourself.

Here is a translation of it:

We are the only people able to solve Global Warming and we're going to do it in Latin, bitch.

BUT because the darling music department who has worked wonders on this concert wants us all to sing beautifully, they have decided to not let us strain our voices for the two days leading up to the concert.

Unfortunately, the Athletics Carnival is tomorrow, two days prior to abovementioned concert.

Oh no! What are the music department to do?

I KNOW

Let's ban cheering from the Athletics Carnival Event so the precious girls won't strain their voices!

But how will we judge who wins the Spirit Cup, normally awarded to the hosue with the most enthusiasm and the best cheers?

SOLUTION!

Silent cheering.

The girls can make synchronised movements and not a word!

It's brilliant!

So quiet we might be able to hear a pin drop!

It will be smashing!

Yes. You heard correctly. Silent. Cheering.

Hooray.

Wait, no cheers. I mean *dances quietly to signal enthusiasm*.

Ahem.

Silver Afternoons

2010-05-20T01:32:00.000-07:00

Alisha and I were looking. Again.

I didn’t know what for. Neither did she. We were just looking. Searching for something that wasn’t there.

That was the great joy of being with Alisha. She didn’t need a reason to look for something lost. She didn’t need to lose something to have to look for it. She didn’t need other people. In fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was announced that Alisha could survive on nothing but Pringles and Diet Coke for the rest of her life.

Alisha and I were best friends, awkward around most other people. I think that’s why we became friends in the first place - neither of us fitted in with anyone else, but we fitted perfectly with each other; her with her obscure literary references that no one understood, and me with my constant cross-examination of human behaviour. Alisha was the ideal sample test, psychologically speaking, for the simple reason that she couldn’t care less, which I always put down to the amount of caffeine being pumped through her veins. She also had a lot of personality to cross-examine, and her passionate emotions kept me entertained for years.

“I found it, Micky! Just where I put it.”

“What did you find?” I replied, crawling out from under her burgundy bed.

“I don’t know, but I feel like I’ve found it. I’m grown intellectually because of it, yet I can still enjoy the simple pleasures that bubble wrap holds. I’m healthier but lazier, smarter but more naive. I can keep my head while my thoughts spin others’. It was lost treasure and now it is mine.”

“Fantastic. Can we eat now?”

“Yes. Yes we can.”

I smiled as she pulled out a Mountain Dew from her sock drawer. I had come to the conclusion that many were hidden around her room, but I’d long since given up looking for them.

Alisha never got stressed by school work. For her, I think school work was like a break from the activity her brain usually had to cope with. Alisha wrote stories in her spare time. Less like stories, actually, more like novels. She didn’t think the pressure she put herself under for these private projects was stress, so much as spring cleaning for her head. When her brain had heaved up too much information and imagination for it to be of any more use to her, it shut down completely, leaving her curled up in a little ball of frustration for me to unravel and dust off.

We shared the Mountain Dew in comfortable silence. Alisha would hesitate occasionally and frown slightly, and then continue to consume the sugary drink.

“I wonder how much Mountain Dew someone could drink before they were so hyper they couldn’t stand up?” I pondered out loud.

Alisha leaned back against her desk leg and closed her eyes. “Micky, you don’t need Mountain Dew to fall over. You’re uncoordinated as it is.”

“Why, thank you for that unexpected show of support.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She smiled contentedly and folded her arms. Cobra Starship was blaring in from her sister’s room next door. Her eyes flew open with delight.

“Let’s play a game.”

“Alisha, we’re sixteen.”

“I know – you came to my pathetic excuse for a party. Let’s play a game.”

I sighed. Arguing with Alisha was like wrestling with a pot plant - futile and pointless. She was the boss in any situation. Anyone who dared think otherwise would be exterminated for their own good. I liked being bossed around by Alisha. She was good at it. Alisha was the most wonderful person on Earth to me. I didn’t love her, oh God, no. If I had, she’d have beaten me up. Every boy wanted Alisha, but she was “above normal things, especially boys”. She always said that she didn’t want to be swept off her feet. She wanted to sweep someone else off their feet. I had considered pointing out that she did this by just walking down the street, but had decided against it for personal safety reasons.

“Ok, what kind of game do you want to play? Monopoly? Charades?”

“No. Those games are boring. Whoever created them was deficient in the creative-slash-vibrant department. We’re going to play an Alisha Game.”

“Explain the rules.”

“There aren’t any. We make it up as we go along.”

Days with Alisha were spent like this. They were good days. Golden Mornings. Silver Afternoons. Violet Nights. Always colourful, like her. Any day with Alisha was a fantastic day. Even if all we did was play Nintendo and laugh at stuff on TV, it would still be a really good day. Alisha made every day for herself. The sky was smothered under a thick cloak of clouds and the grass stretched itself over the garden, trying in vain to catch some sun that might accidentally wander over its territory. I would make terrible jokes and she would laugh.

In hindsight, Alisha probably did love me after all. And I probably loved her. I don’t mind that I’ll never know. I’m happy not knowing.

*******

To clarify, this is my English short story. Alisha is based on expectofuckingpatronum.tumblr.com

Real Alisha, I hope I haven’t offended you, but what I know of your personality is fantastic and makes a great story. <3

*******

awwww!
polka dots. nom nom nom.

So, what has happened of late?

2010-05-17T04:48:00.000-07:00

Since the loss of my best friend Jazamina, who now attends an English boarding school, I have been retreating further and further into the virtual world and slowly losing contact with the real one. Jaz was the only one who was half as obsessed with Doctor Who/Alex Day/to a certain extent Harry Potter as me and now I can only discuss with Tumblings on tumblr. People at school constantly approach me and either make fun of/try to support but really make fun of my youtube videos and/or blog.

I am reading more, listening to more secluded music more often, spending more time alone and doing generally nothing. I put more thought into what I say in class. I say more productive stuff in class. I listen and learn in science. I create things in my spare time. I play the piano significantly better and the saxophone significantly worse. I sleep little and read to try to compensate. I think a lot more. I'm trying to look after my body, but it is consistently rebelling under my not-so tyranous rule. I have more friends. People think I'm less weird. No, rephrase that. Less people think I'm weird.* I'm closer to my friends but I'm further from them than I've ever been before. I talk and work but I feel like every day does not fit into a continuum of time, but rather stands on its own in a timeless entity that ends when I see the next episode of Doctor Who. This sorts out my brain and makes me reevaluate my options somewhat, before I relapse into a dreamlike state, bludging my way through mathematics homework haphazardly.

Well, you *did* ask.

*PS, yes, I know. I made a grammatical error here. It was done with poetic license in mind, silly.

PPS, someone from school wants me to mention her on my blog. Sweetheart, much as I admire your taste for the internet text world (because really, who isn't fascinated by my blog**), I won't put your name on here a) for privacy reasons b) just to annoy you.

**PPPS */sarcasm

la moustache

2010-05-14T04:03:00.000-07:00

himynameisharrypotter.blogspot.com

2010-05-13T19:27:00.000-07:00

I have another blog.

It's Harry's blog, really. But he needs technical help =)

It will be a project to satisfy my inner nerd. Yes, another one.

Australian History

2010-05-13T04:28:00.001-07:00

I have an Australian History Test tomorrow.

No one in the year knows what we're learning about.

I've tried listening to Mr Colleen, believe me, I've tried.

I have learnt nothing.

It helps that his teaching methods are out of date and that the subject is so GODDAMN BORING.

A HISTORY OF AUSTRALIA
1. Aborigines lived here for many years and had a generally peaceful time of it.
2. Europeans arrive and f#ck everything up.
3. Europeans f#ck up some more stuff.
4. Australians go and f#ck up other countries in various wars.
5. Prime Minister apologises to Aborgines on behalf of European Australia for being so f#cking narrow-minded.

THE END.

It shouldn't count as a subject! "Proper history and stuff" people have only been here for 200 years, and that's not enough time to come up with an Australian History course! Our history isn't history - it happened yesterday!

So, if you don't mind, I'm going to go and learn the entire year's Aus Hist course in a night and try to expand my knowledge of Australians f#cking up.

a haiku

2010-05-12T03:01:00.000-07:00

Music is silly
Expressionism is worst
Die Alban Berg, DIE!

My 100th Post. Now, what to make of it?

2010-05-10T05:13:00.000-07:00

I have reached the point where people from my school read my blog - hello :) - and are now mature enough to understand that I spend an inordinate amount of time on the internet.

For others (others being those who are not yet far enough in the evolution cycle to grasp the fact that I spend more time reformatting .IRL emotions into .URL format than is healthy) please stop wasting your time reading my blog. You should probably be studying for a German speaking task or something similar. Stop procrastinating and start working. At the very least, read a Harry Potter book.

"We are men of words. Lies do not become us."

- Westley, The Princess Bride

(For those of you who are interested, my leg has just died.)

formspring.me/luvinginsanity

2010-05-05T04:31:00.000-07:00

ask questions. i'll answer obscurely.

Justin Bieber is more than a little bit silly.

2010-05-05T04:10:00.000-07:00

Harry and Gemma: Afraid of the Drunk

2010-05-02T20:36:00.000-07:00

Harry and Gemma lived on the edge of the 1890 Acre Wood in England. They lived in a small cottage on the fringe of Queen Victoria’s society. Harry spent his days playing pirates next to the spring that ran past their house and Gemma preferred to play with her homemade dolls. When they weren’t playing alone, they were being very, very naughty. Their father, Gordon, was a socially awkward man, and did not fit in with the other citizens of the village – in fact, he was the village idiot, who spent his money from his apple orchard as soon as he received his pay. He was very lucky to have even received a job with his track record of late – he had gone through six jobs in the past few months due to lewd behaviour. His first wife had unfortunately died due to a badly bruised apple incident which he refused to give comment on. He had remarried to Felicity Martin, who had been the governess of the village school, until she had married Gordon, whereupon she was legally unable to continue teaching. However, as a good stepmother to the children, she did attempt to instruct them on the finer points of English society. Being the very naughty children that they were, Harry and Gemma often got into trouble. If they were given tea, it would be thrown on Felicity. If they were given teacakes, it would be thrown on Felicity. If they were given potatoes, they would be thrown on Felicity; however the children soon learned that the bruises Felicity received from this latest form of torment were met with consequences.

As punishment for their disregard of table manners, Harry and Gemma were ordered to go and pick some berries from the 1890 Acre Wood, because the apple orchard had been doing very poorly under Gordon’s special watering techniques, which involved something that he regurgitated.

Harry and Gemma set off with baskets to be filled with blueberries. However, being the naughty children that they were, they decided to pick raspberries instead, since they were not in season. On their return home, they heard Felicity speaking to Gordon.

“These children are horrid, Gordon! Have you seen the bruises on my forehead from the potatoes they throw at me?”

“Throw spuds back at ‘em, woman!”

“I refuse to use capital punishment. Especially with ground vegetables!”

“Orright, woman, keep your hair on! I’ll talk to ‘em this evenin’.”

The naughty children trembled with fright at the thought of their father having to string coherent sentences together, and ran quickly back into the 1890 Acre Wood, throwing themselves into a tree hollow. Little did they know that this was no ordinary hollow, this in fact was the secret hideout of the evil elves. These elves were very disgruntled that Gemma and Harry had entered their sanctuary of mischief. They set out to capture the naughty children to cook them up for the Royal Feast, the King’s favourite was naughty children. However, the King was not used to such naughtiness, and found even the sight of Harry and Gemma made his tongue feel furry. He roared with such haughtiness that the children had never experienced before, making them quiver with excitement. They had never had dinner and a show! The King was taken aback by the children’s laughter, it was like poison to him!

He ran to the children and said to them, “Be still! You’re naughtiness is making my tongue furrier!”

They laughed even harder at the King’s furry tongue, and laughed even more when they spotted his ear where his belly button should have been.

The King, to get away from their naughtiness, jumped into a cauldron, he exploded into flames instantaneously. The other elves, seeing the children, said “You killed our King! You are our new leader! Here is some gold!”

The children, after ignoring their step mother, did not know what gold was and did not realise its monetary value. They ran away from the elves because they believed that gold was poison. After wandering about the wood for many more hours they came across their house, where they continued to be naughty until their stepmother perished in another unfortunate apple incident.

Harry and Gemma and their lewd father lived naughtily ever after... That is until they were accused of lewd behaviour...

THE END

We have a PE dance composition assessment

2010-05-01T19:14:00.000-07:00

So, being the nerdy child I am, I have choreographed the entire dance to A Thousand Hours by Alex Day.

I'm so proud of myself for convincing my classmates to dance to a song by a nerdfighter =D

And I actually feel awright about this assessment.

Fare thee well, weary traveller.

For in dreams, we are in a world entirely of our own.

**Clueless

2010-04-29T04:01:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-29T03:46:00.001-07:00

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

2010-04-27T04:59:00.000-07:00

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.

2010-04-24T19:06:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-24T01:07:00.001-07:00

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?

2010-04-21T04:19:00.000-07:00

smooch.

what an ugly word.

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

Another one.

2010-04-20T04:54:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-19T04:44:00.000-07:00

=D

2010-04-19T04:07:00.001-07:00

and again.

hallow!

2010-04-19T02:16:00.000-07:00

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.

2010-04-14T16:26:00.001-07:00

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...

2010-04-13T19:33:00.000-07:00

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

The number plate was

ITSBIG

...

I have my doubts.

i was wondering

2010-04-13T05:30:00.000-07:00

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.

this business card means BUISNESS

2010-03-16T01:33:00.000-07:00

not boring any longer!

...

2010-03-15T00:08:00.000-07:00

so, i *might* have got a little bored whilst making geography notes.

Yes, I'm writing a fanfiction about Vincent Crabbe.

2010-03-05T02:13:00.000-08:00

Part 1

Vincent Crabbe awoke with a start, the afternoon sunlight pouring out from under the door, blinding him momentarily. Wiping the drool from his face, he glanced at his father’s old wristwatch, groaned, and tumbled out of bed. He tried to remember the dream he’d had, but all that came to mind was a blurred image of Professor Binns being offered Spellotape by a small house elf. Vincent realised in his blearily-minded state that he only had a week left of summer holidays before he returned to Hogwarts for his sixth year.

Vincent had spent the entirety of the holidays running, exercising and occasionally peeking through his books to attempt the set homework, before realising it was far too difficult to accomplish. Normally, he did his homework with his best friend Gregory Goyle, who, although slightly less intelligent that he, could at least cheer him up. Greg was in the same class for everything with Vincent, both of them did their homework simultaneously and they managed to pull through the year with a lot of guesswork and cheating together. Vincent had managed to achieve three O.W.L.s in the previous year and was on his way to becoming a Security Troll trainer for the wizarding bank, Gringott’s, with contacts from his father.

Vincent never saw much of his father. Hewitt Crabbe was a very busy man, who oversaw the safety of the maximum security vaults in Gringott’s, though never performed the spells himself. Hewitt often went around to the other major wizarding banks to spy on their techniques, a job he was surprisingly good at for such a heavily built man. He was strong, broad and intimidating, softened slightly by the same flat nose as his son’s. When he wasn’t travelling the various wizarding banks around the world, he would be at home, bragging about the lax security of the four main competitor banks in comparison to Gringott’s. From his many reports, Vincent could only remember that one bank called Huckleberry-Hollace, situated somewhere in Malaysia, had the equivalent of 750 Galleons stolen every other week. Hewitt had never taken an interest in his son until it came up that he wanted to go into the bank-security business himself. Hewitt wasn’t the most intelligent man, but that was how Vincent liked him. Crabbe could tolerate his father – it was his sister who gave him the most trouble.

Shirley, five years out of Hogwarts, was the brightest Crabbe in memory. The Sorting Hat had barely touched her black hair before declaring “Ravenclaw!” to the school. Painfully obnoxious, Shirley was always keen to share her findings, with confusing facts and figures that made the rest of the family’s heads ache for a good hour afterwards. During holidays, she would shut herself in her room, memorising textbooks and spells, before heading out to work in one of the Irish wizarding universities as a lecturer. Vincent could never fully forgive her for having all the brains of the family, but he needed physical strength more than he needed Transfiguration for his future career, so he wasn’t too bothered.

Vincent slid down the polished banisters and shuffled over to his favourite room – the kitchen. There, his mother stood, absentmindedly twisting her wand so that a loganberry cake was taking shape. Vincent loved watching his mother baking, though he didn’t like to admit it. With a last flick of her wand which sent eggs plummeting into the china bowl, Adalyn Crabbe looked up at her stout son fondly.

“Pumpkin juice, sweetie?”

“Mmph,” Vincent grunted in reply.

She turned around to the drinks cabinet, smiling to herself. She and her son didn’t need words to have a conversation – talking had never been one of Vincent’s strong points. She was not overjoyed with her son’s O.W.L. results, but she knew that pressing him about them would not solve anything. Returning to him with a large glass of pumpkin juice in hand, she watched as Vincent gulped it down eagerly, locked eyes with her, nodded briefly as a way of thanks and left the room.

A short conversation.

2010-02-17T14:24:00.000-08:00

Blog: Well, well, well. Look who's come crawling back, after three weeks of indescrepid abyss.

Me: I, um...

Blog: You have no excuse for your nelgect. You're just lazy. You know that? Lazy.

Me: Well, if you put it into pers-

Blog: Don't try to wriggle out of it. I am deeply unimpressed with you at the minute and have half a mind to stop talking to you at all.

Me: No, don't do tha-

Blog: And I don't know where you've been! You could have been kidnapped for all I know!

Me: Actually, I was watching A Very Potter Musical.

Blog: Besides, I...wait, what?

Me: You heard me.

Blog: *sigh* Why I even bother with you I don't know.

sick

2010-01-30T01:53:00.000-08:00

I dislike tummy bugs. They wriggle and throw things out of your mouth nastily. =(

My legs are weak from being in bed all day, and my puppy threw up too.

Nothing on the internet is interesting. This is bad.

It's happened before. I've been bored by the internet once.

And now twice.

All I can think to say is "I lost the game".

Touche?

Love Affair

2010-01-16T01:25:00.000-08:00

Oh delectable One, How I love thee
The absurdities, picked out and refined
Have brought me sheer beauty
Angelic, you purr and seamlessly complete
Tasks without any hesitation or loading.
How I wish you were mine, not the QANTAS lounge's.
Alas, this love affair will never belong,
My darling, oh Macbook.

.....

Waiting for plane to JAPAN where I will ski my arse off. Wh-hoo!

An announcement:

2009-11-21T21:03:00.000-08:00

in between facebook and other equally mundane things, nothing has happened.

i have just wasted 10 seconds of your life.

booyah.

Facebook.

2009-11-03T23:35:00.000-08:00

Always talking to so-called friends
She waits and then pounces!
Childishly, she tags them then runs,
laughing as others comment.
Not truly knowing where their chat is going,
her victims give a charity laugh.
Because they know if they do not speak to her
she'll give them some disease, some virus,
and make them friends again.
She writes on walls
foolishly putting out opinions she doesn't believe
so stalkers will see them and be caught in her
trap!
Slowly, she changes
without really seeing
the damage she causes.
Social?
Despite talking to friends and looking at memories
she's not really connecting.
They're blocking
in ways
that fifty years ago seemed
laughable.
"Booking a Face?
How common." It seems.

My dad.

2009-10-26T16:15:00.000-07:00

After reading babyporridge's interpretation of emailing fathers, I decided to give it a try. Because I'm cool like that.

In the aftermath of arguing whether or not Eddie Izzard plays the bad guy in the Alex Pettyfer (<3) film Stormbreaker, the following conversation emerged:

From: insaneandluvingit
Sent: Tuesday, 20 October 2009 6:20 PM
To: Dad
Subject:

told you so

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stormbreaker_(film)
________________________________________________

From: Dad
Sent: Friday, 23 October 2009 11:36 AM
To: insaneandluvingit
Subject: RE:

All lies. The proof is that since I am never wrong, Wikipedia is obviously the erroneous one.

Dad the omniscient
________________________________________________

From: insaneandluvingit
Sent: Friday, 23 October 2009 11:48 AM
To: Dad
Subject: RE:

yeahh.

and maybe the pope converted to islam.
________________________________________________
From: Dad
Sent: Friday, 23 October 2009 12:56 PM
To: insaneandluvingit
Subject: RE:

Such cynicism in one so young
________________________________________________
From: insaneandluvingit
Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2009 13:00:28 +1100
To: Dad
Subject: RE:

such scepticism in one so VERY old.
________________________________________________
From: Dad
Sent: Friday, 23 October 2009 1:43 PM
To: insaneandluvingit
Subject: Re:

I hope you do not expect to get a lift home from an old sceptic. Only omniscient fathers provide transport at request.

Think it through
Dad the blackmailer
________________________________________________
From: insaneandluvingit
Sent: Saturday, 24 October 2009 2:46 PM
To: Dad
Subject: RE: Re:

too late.

________________________________________________

From: Dad
Sent: Saturday, 24 October 2009 3:49 PM
To: insaneandluvingit
Subject: RE: Re:

Hey – I could retrospectively bundle you into the car and take you back up to the station. Behave!!

________________________________________________
From: insaneandluvingit
Sent: Saturday, 24 October 2009 3:50 PM
To: Dad
Subject: RE: Re:

and i could retrospectively hide.
________________________________________________

which just shows you how normal my conversations get.

If you've seen over 85 films, you have "no life"

2009-10-20T02:58:00.000-07:00

SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own Facebook account, paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun.

Teen/ Romance:
(x) The Cinderella Story
( ) Another Cinderella Story
( ) Step Up
(x) Step Up 2
(x) High School Musical
(x) High School Musical 2
( ) High School Musical 3
( ) Hannah Montana Movie
( ) Enchanted
( ) Sydney White
Total: 4

(x) She's the Man
( ) Licensed to Wed
( ) The Break-up
( ) 13 going on 30
( ) 27 Dresses
( ) P.S I Love You
( ) Made of Honour
(x) What Happens in Vegas
(x) Get Smart
(x) The Princess Bride
Total: 8

( ) Camp Rock
(x) Wild Child
( ) Ella Enchanted
(x) The Princess Diaries
(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
( ) 50 First Dates
(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Just Married
(x) Freaky Friday
Total: 13

( ) The Hot Chick
( ) Sleepover
(x) Confessions Of a Shopaholic
(x) Twilight
( ) Nancy Drew
(x) The Devil Wears Prada
( ) No Reservations
( ) Perfect Man
( ) The Notebook
( ) Never Been Kissed
Total: 16

Comedy/Humour:
( ) Yes Man
( ) Bedtime Stories
(x) The Pink Panther
( ) The Pink Panther 2
(x) Marley & Me
( ) Cheetah Girls
( ) Cheetah Girls 2
( ) Bratz
( ) Haunted Mansion
( ) Paul Blart Mall Cop
Total: 18

( ) The 40-year-old virgin
(x) Night in the Museum
( ) Night in the Museum 2
(x) Evan Almighty
(x) Bruce Almighty
( ) White Chicks
( ) Neverending Story
( ) Meet the Spartans
( ) Meet the Parents
( ) Meet the Fockers
Total: 21

( ) Scream
( ) Scream 2
( ) Scream 3
( ) Scary Movie
( ) Scary Movie 2
( ) Scary Movie 3
( ) Scary Movie 4
( ) American Pie
( ) American Pie 2
( ) American Pie Band Camp
Total: 21

Adventures:
(x) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone
(x) Harry Potter 2: The Secret Chamber
(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban
(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire
(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix
(x) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King
(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian
Total: 31

(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
(x) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull
( ) The Mummy
( ) The Mummy 2
( ) The Mummy 3
( ) Journey to the Center of Earth
( ) City of Ember
( ) Finding Neverland
Total: 35

(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End
( ) X-Men
( ) X-2
( ) X-3
(x) Spider-Man
( ) Spider-Man 2
( ) Spider Man 3
( ) King Kong
Total: 39

( ) Hellboy
( ) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Underdog
(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Batman: The Dark Knight
Total: 43

Action/ Thriller
(x) The Matrix
( ) The Matrix Reloaded
( ) The Matrix Revolutions
( ) Terminator
( ) Terminator 2
( ) Terminator 3
(x) Ocean's Eleven
( ) Ocean's Twelve
( ) Ocean’s Thirteen
( ) Casino Royale 007
Total: 44

(x) Bourne Identity
( ) Bourne Supremecy
( ) Underworld
( ) Butterfly Effect
( ) Death Note
( ) Death Note 2
( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world
( ) Resident Evil 1
( ) Resident Evil 2
( ) I, Robot
Total: 45

( ) Rush Hour
(x) Rush Hour 2
( ) Rush Hour 3
(x) Mission Impossible
( ) Mission Impossible 2
( ) Mission Impossible 3
( ) I Am Legend
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
( ) Signs
Total: 47

Horror:
( ) Saw
( ) Saw II
( ) Saw III
( ) Saw IV
( ) Saw V
(x) The Grinch
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
( ) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
Total: 48

( ) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
( ) Ghost Ship
( ) Number 23
( ) Hide and Seek
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Gothika
( ) Nightmare on Elm Street
Total: 48

( ) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
( ) The Haunted Apartment
( ) Siren
( ) Silent Hill
( ) The Mask
( ) Son Of The
( ) Alone
( ) Omen
( ) House Of Wax
Total: 48

( ) The Eye
( ) The Eye 2
( ) Shutter
( ) When the Stranger calls
( ) The Fog
( ) The Orphanage
( ) The Skulls
( ) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
Total: 48

Cartoons:
(x) Lilo & Stitch
(x) Ice Age
(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
(x) Madagascar
(x) Madagascar 2
(x) Kung Fu Panda
( ) Bolt
( ) Wall-E
(x) Monsters Inc
(x) Shark Tale
Total: 56

(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
(x) Shrek 3
(x) Finding Nemo
( ) ET
(x) Cars
(x) Ratatouille
(x) Toy Story
(x) Toy Story 2
(x) The Incredibles
Total: 65

Inspirational:
(x) Little Miss Sunshine
( ) I Am Sam
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Coach Carter
( ) The Last Dance
(x) To Kill A Mockingbird
( ) Conrack
( ) Midnight Sun
( ) Little Black Book
(x) Rwanda Genocide
Total: 68

Classics:
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Titanic
(x) Romeo & Juliet
( ) Frankenstein
(x) A Midsummer Night's Dream

Grand Total: 70

I HAVE A LIFE!

but there are more films that AREN'T ON THE LIST!!!

Deep and Phisiologically Philosophical

2009-10-06T01:53:00.000-07:00

my wardrobe is now three shirts and two pairs of shoes heavier. thankyou, DFO gods.

I yesterday saw Up. The magic of Pixar never fails to amaze. Not only was it cute, funny and spectacularly executed, but it was also emotionally challenging. MANY THANKS TO THE PIXAR MONKEYS.

My point remains to be seen. Similar to the bubbles I have been blowing, popping, laughing at and writing poems about for the past few days, my mind becomes filmy and then blips ou of existence while my physical being is remembered not as a single person, but as one of many. Confused? Well, you have just experienced the feeling of a bubble.

Things like this intrigue me.

A poem, a confession, a boring but beautiful bubblesque script.

2009-10-01T03:31:00.000-07:00

The Second Person

I would like to have a word
with you, in here seems nice and cosy.
Why do you do the things you do
with your pretty poise and graceful
posy of people following you everywhere.
They float in clothes and swarm in the
air surrounding the rootless forms of
speech you throw at them with effortless
speed and beach the stalls you seek.
I don't think that you're listening to me
you drift in and out of conscious being
she who looks but does not see, who hears but
does not listen. You are the second person that
I talk to when I need to chat about the impulse
of the world you find is spiraling in and out of
your hands – why does nobody comprehend the
mistakes He makes with ifs and ands and silver light
washed on the white sand. It slides so gently like the night into our arms
with odes and eyes of light and shadow. You hear me not
because I harm the central ego of your heart
but for the plastic wants of those who look at you in
anguish. For they are right.
________________

I have a twitter. Mainly to stalk Skandar/Charlie, but I have one. Think of it as a medium where thou can view much shorter blogs, but where sense is the cost of this messiah of sorts.
________________

Aside from reading [and falling in love with] Eragon, dragging myself through my last week of school, avidly watching youtube, writing poetry (don't. even. ask.), reading MLIA ("get on with it!" I hear you cry)..... etc etc and so forth.......

for the past three days, i have blown bubbles.
EVERYWHERE.

like, in classes, in peoples faces, at lunch, over balconies, during concerts, assemblies, at home, during films, during mealtimes, walking home, on the bus, train, EVERYWHERE.

I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT IT'S HELLA FUN!

I refill at home every second night, ready to blow them again tomorrow.

And when teachers FINALLY notice I've been blowing them for the past 70 minutes of the lesson and ask me to stop, I pull out the other thing that amuses my 4-year-old mind - a "radio arial". THis phrase may be familiar to you muggles (you know what's coming), but to me, this "ariel" thing is my wand, given to me by Ollivander. I had a wizarding duel with my friend. I won, after I "protego'd" myself from her "crucio", "Impedimenta'd" her to slow her down, and then "Avarda Kedavra'd" her to end the bloody battle of wits and extraordinary Harry Potter knowledge.

I know. You want my life. SO BAD.

OOH! I really want someone to text me, cause I has the KIM POSSIBLE ringtone. CELEBRATES!

achu

2009-09-25T22:55:00.000-07:00

Aside from feeling like a house *achu* elf due to disproportionate amounts of work, sneezing every 5 seconds due to *achu* an unseaonal cold (note the achus that plague this blog that correspond to the achus i am suffering) and writing poetry for the red room company *achu*, I have news.
*achu*
1. I now go to a youth group. *achu* *achu*
2. Sydney had was is now known as "Red Dawn Wednesday" when nothing could be seen but dust from the centre of australia.
3. I no longer have any crushes.

Yes, that's right. I have completely fallen out of any sort of love/like with anyone; nerdfighter, narnian, fictional or local. It's the first time since fourth grade. I feel strangely peaceful. inner peace. hummmmmmm.

I woke up on WEdnesdya morning at 6am and saw that outside was a boiling blood red. I thought that there was a lunar eclipse similar to this:

My other friend thought there was a bushfire. My other friend thought that someone had graffitied their window with red spray paint. Someone else (half asleep) wondered why they were in hell. Many thought it was the end of the earth. My other friend thought that the Year 12s in her boarding house had pulled really REALLY good prank. THey were all wrong. what they were seeing was this:

and this:

and this:

yeah, youth group is fun. met some people, made some friends IRL - for once =D.

Will see you on the other side of the dusk darlings - ta ta!

x

nerdy stuffs.

2009-09-21T01:05:00.000-07:00

IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG since my last ramble

one word:

homework.

In the meantime I have fallen out and in like. SUPERFLYINGTACKLEPOUNCE

And am now going to youth group. YAY!

and for those who HAVE SENT MY BLOG AS A LINK TO OTHERS VIA EMAIL - why? what's the point? no one reads it, no one WANTS to read it, and everyone just thinks i'm being stupid. thankyou.

I thought I should put this in simply to boost my ego.

ego boosted. thankyou very muchness.

ILY

EDIT: I dumped my imaginary boyfriend. *sad face*

conversation as follows;

me: This isn't working.

him: (all offended like) Why not?

me: well, you don't exist

nosey.

2009-09-14T00:28:00.000-07:00

a week and a day seems like the lifetime of Miley Cyrus. not slutty and overly sickening, but short.

HELLO. I COME IN PIECES.

I have read up to page 106 of my life is average - POSSIBLY THE ONLY website that comes close to youtube.

page 106 is proof of that.

In other news, I made up an imaginary next-door-boyfriend yesterday. We went to TOYS'R'US to purchase Harry Potter supplies and then we built a fort =). yes, we built AN IMAGINARY FORT because I'm that cool.

that's about it. nothing to see here. bye.

I had found myself tattooed with a serial number as I have been submitted to fantasy hopstibull.

2009-09-06T01:42:00.001-07:00

I have been having imaginary conversations with...people today. People such as Skandar Keynes.

Laugh you might, belittling interweb-type, but I bet you'd have delerious delusions after a 5-day-canoeing course in the aftermath of watching all the youtube videos for the week.

and you have a FREAKING SPIDER PUNCTURE-BITE ON YOUR ARM THE SIZE OF TAIWAN. when bitten by said spider, it was as painful as watching an episode of Hannah Montana.

Yes, that painful.

I was screaming and crying. It had swelled to the size of Shane Dawson's ego when Stingoes rushed in to be my knight in shining medical armour and stopped the pain like a television remote blipping out Camp Rock. THANK. FREAKING. GOODNESS.

Infected, it is. Itchy, my arm seems to be. Old, green and muppety is Yoda.

Ended, is blog of pain and misery.

2009

2009-09-04T01:10:00.001-07:00

So, here we are, at the end of 2009.

After deciding fantasy is far better and more predictable than reality, I am left to comtemplate the following:

- Twilight is very, very bad.
- YouTube artists are always better.
- Computers are lame. Especially mine, which frequently mutinees, leaving me with my older, crappier, less reliable and crashing computer. This is why this post is seemingly written in September, when it is actually written on December 31, 2009. Because the time/date settings CANNOT BE CHANGED. Welcome to September 4, 1988.
- As a result, Bill Gates needs counselling.
- School is much worse than you ever remember it to be, and friends are more understanding than you think they'll be.
- Miracles happen. Mary Mackillop saved someone's life by accident and it was said to be a miracle, but science and God saved my uncle's life.
- Over beloved Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd is a twerp. He's even more twerpy in real life. And yes, I've seen him. The Prime Twerpister comes to my church sometimes, damnit.
- The cheaper the better, especially when it comes to hairdryers.
- Labradors eat far too much.

When asked what 2010 will bring, I will simply answer, "365 days."

camp review that maketh no sense

2009-09-04T01:10:00.000-07:00

hello followers who may or may not exist.

camp was awesome. THE BEST EVERRRRRR!

and i do believe a boy

named

CONNOR

had

something....

to do with it. aimee. ahem.

and a few songs were made about spiders on jellybeans and capsicums.

and maybe even a few lolly-hangovers from hyperactivity that involved toppling whenever not supported where in there too.

canoeing for 5 days was good.

i may or may not have lost five kilograms.

(leaning towards the may not is on the right track)

learning about others was fun.

trying to avoid being eaten by crazed carnivorous boarders was

i

n
terest

ting........

hmmmmmmm.......

we have a capsicum
OH!
we have a capsicum

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAW TODAY?

i saw zac efron in the nighttime nighttime OO OO! it was creepy like a spider on a jellybean jellybean OO OO!

kudos to steph, our leader. THANKS

and yeah

you have just

wasted

you

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ding a bl

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l of insid

e jokes that ma

ke no sense t

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yo

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.

haha.

From the C to the A to the M to the P!

2009-08-29T23:33:00.000-07:00

yes, i will be on camp with everyone else in my year for the next week on a five-day canoeing expedition to Kangaroo Valley

YAY!

so you will miss out on my blargs, whoever you are. i apologise to the person what i don't know who i sreading this. and to my brother who is annoying me atm by trying to touch the keypad. any random letsvKFjbtering is due to his incompetence.

ILYAAFQW@

SILLY BOY

2009-08-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

nothing much to say

2009-08-24T02:20:00.000-07:00

however much i've been banned from youtube for using 80% of my broadband*, charlie always brings me back.

ILY charlie xx.

*oops

lists of pure, unadultered awesome

2009-08-22T23:38:00.000-07:00

OHLA JASAMINA!

youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers

will 'elp you, my dear.

if you don't get it at first, never mind.

watch LOTS of their videos and you will get the awesome fuzzy feeling of watching intelligent peopl making intelligent jokes.

CHARACTER REFERENCE
John Green - Author, has VERY puffy hair, leader of the Chewbacca for President campaign and older sibling of
Hank Green - Musician and younger brother of above. conjoined owner of DFTBA records, which produces Chameleon Circuit and other Youtube artists (VenetianPrincess, DaveDays, fallofautumndistro etc)
The Yeti - Sarah Green. John's wife, who never appears on camera because "her cute will break your computer" who is known as the yeti as she is rarely seen
Willy - John and Yeti's cute li'l puppy
Truth or Fail - Hank's other youtube account which is an interactive game where you are given two facts - click on the truth, or you fail.

OTHER NERDIGHTERS YOU WILL PROBABLY WANT TO CHECK OUT AND PROBABLY WILL END UP CHECKING OUT
Charlie McDonnell - UK heartthrob nerdfighter whom i WUV. lives in Bath. is obssessed with pokemon, harry potter and computer games esp. Mario. created CHameleon circuit band. Is hot.
Alex Day - UK. former "ladies' man" of youtube. musician. came up with the term "trock" meaning time lord rock - songs relating to dr Who. is guitar player in Chameleon Circuit.
Kristina Horner - American girlfriend of Alex Day and part of youtube-based band The Parselmouths. Has recently released albums; Spattergroit - by The Parselmouths and Songs in the Key of e-mail by ALL CAPS
Natalie Tran - Sydney uni student who is very nerdy and awesome. quotes LotR a lot.

i hope this comprehensive listing and description helps!

also, i finished the awesomeness that is Paper Towns and will lend it to you via Monday Morning.

BEDODODODO!

DFTBA

~~~~~aside from sending emails to my friends listing everything to do with anything nerdfighter-like, i have been

- sick, possibly with the sveine.
- on youtube. obviously.
- writing songs and creating an AWESOME RIFF (Eb Bb1 Bb1 Bb2 Bb1 Bb1 F# Bb1 Bb1 Eb Bb1 Bb1 Eb1 F Bb1 F# C#)
- getting my first choices for camp
- pwning my English teacher (next blog will detail)
- reading, finishing and being addicted to PAPER TOWNS by John Green (see above, silly)
- going to a COMPULSORY social dance. WASTE OF MAKEUP. but i came 4th in heel&toe i guess.
- watching more youtube
- editing wikipedia pages on favourite childhood books
- reading favourite childhood books
- sleeping
- at the orthodontist.
- watching youtube. sigh.

influenza

2009-08-13T04:05:00.000-07:00

cough-splutter-husk

i am missing out on write-a-book-in-a-day. (you laugh, you die)

i WAS going to go to school, before i realised i can hardly speak, see and remain standing for short periods of time.

so i've missed out.

=(

being sick is full of suck.

guess who had a 50% harry potter marathon today?

(meaning i watched 50% of all harry potter films)

[for those nosey enough to ask, it was the 2nd, 3rd and 4th]

FILMS IN ORDER OF AWESOME: 362415

SSSSSSSSAAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAHASSSSSSSIETH........................
ssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSAAAAIIIIIAAAAHASSSSASHI.............
ssssssssssssSAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIAAAAAAHASSSSASHI..........

"Speak to me Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four."

guess who's been reading chamber of secrets...

Medusa’s Barber.

2009-08-06T18:35:00.000-07:00

Medusa’s Barber.
My job is worth much
more than eleven drachma
an hour. The venom

is strong, the scissors
are stoney. And red. And dead.
And useless to me.

The fang sliced its way
Into my young barber flesh
And it bled. It bled.

I tried to give life
But it had life already
Too much life for me

I tried giving depth
And layers and colour to
The hair that bit back

And turned me to stone.
I spoke not. I heard not. I
Saw everything. Help.

I hate that stupid
Hairdresser. Poncing around
With his scissors and

Styler. I asked for a
Feed - I wanted fuller locks.
He gave me a hell.

“Nutrition and food
Is what they need,” I explained.
He shook his head. “No,

Darling, you need a
Makeover. A trim and a
Colour. Some layers

I think.” No you don’t.
Those scissors went near my poor
Snakeys – Hush lovelies.

I won’t let him harm
A dear hair on my head. My
Eyes cast over him.

He fell to the ground.
My reptiles came to him and
Scarred him away.

I HATE BILL GATES I WILL KILL HIM! AGAIN!

2009-08-06T02:36:00.000-07:00

insaneandluvingit wipes the sweat from her brow and looks over her Siamese Twins PowerPoint at the 80% completion point. She smiles, and saves it - three times for good luck. On the computer the next day, she opens her Network files that connect to the school's database and what does she find? NO SAVED WORK! she screams, and in anguish, her mother comes rushing hurriedly. There is blood on the floor. The coroner is not phased - he has seen many before her. With a stab of regret, he writes in the words that are so familiar to him; "Reason of death: Close proximity to scissors lead to self-stabbing at anguish of lost data. Gates to answer for."

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Bibliography.....OF DEATH!
Internet
Kristia and Tatiana [Image] 2008. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20080412/475_twins2_080412.jpg
Siamese Sumos [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/20041201/dl2.jpg
Xiphopagus [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/photo/2007-03/09/xin_3703040912129842603312.jpg
Siamese Siamese Twins [Image] 2009. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d6/Chang-eng-bunker-PD.gif
Wired up for separation [Image] n.d. Retrieved June 25, 2009, from http://www.instonebrewer.com/bpg2009/thumbs/ca/editors/children/A%20foetus%20in%2 0the%20womb%20near%20full-term.jpg
Parapagus [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from conjoinedtwins.med.sa/images/twin_types/parapagus.gif
Craniopagus [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 7, 2009, from http://s3.amazonaws.com/readers/2008/09/21/maintwins0_1.jpg
Parasitic foetus [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 7, 2009, from http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00652/news-graphics-2007-_652337a.jpg
Paracitic [Image] 2006. Retrieved August 6, 2009, from http://groovedshoulder.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/fetu3.jpg
Bare Parasite [Image] 2007. Retrieved August 6, 2009, from http://www.mindfully.org/Health/2003/Russian-Parasite-Nikita1sep03.jpg
Female sign [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 6, 2009, from http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k377yf01wXY/SZWlJh1SyhI/AAAAAAAAC_U/L5zqCzxUO94/s400/300px-FemaleSign2.png
Xiphopagus Diagram [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://www.phreeque.com/conjoined_twins.html
Hensel twins body layout [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 7, 2009, from http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj_i1hn_ZoY/SS279C_BlBI/AAAAAAAAEHI/Sd5uCd0Zb78/s400/abigail_brittney_hensel_twins.jpg
Conjoined Twins wiki 2008. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conjoined_twins
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Pyropagus Twins [Image] n.d. Retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://www.phreeque.com/conjoined_twins.html
Videos
Conjoined Twins Abby and Brittany turn 16 2007, retrieved August 8, 2009, from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKWApOAG2g
Conjoined Twins 2008, retreieved Ausgust 8, 2009, from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Cucap9ItWI

Happy-go-lucky, fancy-free.

2009-08-04T01:04:00.001-07:00

As graceful as a butterfly
as silly as a sum
She giggles as the world goes by
She's strong, and stupid, never shy
And rarely ever glum

She throws her pack of fun around
with a careless, dizzy grace
She spreads the word without a sound
And finds her thoughts in lost and found
Oh! - Such a funny place.

EDIT: http://camiyak.livejournal.com/16018.html

read for pure awesomeness.

lookie who was bored...

2009-08-02T02:38:00.000-07:00

you can tell now what goes on in my mind.

with some prompting from zeeky, i got there.

oh, i got there.

rolling in lobsters

2009-07-31T20:26:00.001-07:00

my computer is still mutineering - but it remembers things now. just doesn't have any other programmes on it save the internet.

i'm off to see harry potter again.

IN.

GOLD.

CLASS.

i feel the need for expensive champagne, lobsters and caviar. Pampered i shall be.

and zeeky is backon youtube! hooray for small print!

mentioned again.

2009-07-30T01:07:00.000-07:00

a) my computer is still being a bitch.
b) I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!

youtube.com/watch?v=7M5mD6UE6no

fourth from the end.

thankyou, Minotaur. ilyaafae.

this time, 'twasn't Harry Potter. 'twas Narnia!

those trickshie hobbitshhhh...

2009-07-28T00:28:00.000-07:00

I WILL KILL BILL GATES IF IT IS THE LAST THING I EVER DO EVER!

my pc has crashed, and all of my profile info has been lost - no homepage, no documents no hoome email, nothing. not even my win prince caspian background.

i can't write about the awesomeness of nerdfighters this edition. i must now plan the demise of bill gates.

my life has come to the point in time when the foetal position is alluring.

2009-07-25T19:18:00.000-07:00

Haiku

Integrated Essay Hate
Kill me slowly now
Prejudiced Hypocrisy

pathetic potato = me.

2009-07-22T23:04:00.000-07:00

THEY MENTIONED ME!

click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me click me now.

conditions were the first non-twitterer and twitterer who ended the sentence (Mr and Mrs Dursely of number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal _____) would get mentioned.

being the nerd i am who checks youtube more than she changes underwear, i got it right first.

YAY!

(man, my life is sad and pathetic.)

(for those who were wondering, it was "... were perfectly normal, thankyou very much.")

(and i didn't cheat)

review

2009-07-21T01:41:00.000-07:00

a) back from skiing
b) harry potter holy freaking shit

the movie was AMAZING! i saw it in canberra on way back from snow.

SPOILERS (but you probably don't care anyway)

Things i loved

lavendar brown. jessie did a AMAZINGLY hilarious job of an over-obssessed lavendar.
cormack mclaggen. the most disgusting guy ever portrayed beautifully. the way he looked at emma (hermione for you who art dumb) was sickeningly perfect.
ron weasley. oh my god, he was freaking hilarious. "beautiful, isn't it? the moon."
horace slughorn. maybe it's because he was in hot fuzz and was "the professor" Digory Kirke in lion-witch-wardrobe and i WUV narnia and am biased, but jim broadbent was very good. as was the sofa.
dumbledore. knitting patterns is all i can say, knitting patterns.
the hermione-bird scene. perchance it be the effect of the birds splattering against the door next to "won-won"
pincers. no more to be said. that line was given suberbly. harry on felix felicis was like an ADHD-affected six-year-old on the crack-that-the-guy-who-plays-Vincent-Crabbe-was-found-growing-and-might-get-14-years-prison-for (how epic, man?). all of felix was good, actually.
young tom riddle. how feminine was his face as a sixteen-year-old? and HOW FREAKING SCARY WAS HE AS A KID!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
weasley's wizard wheezes. "how much is this?" "five galleons." "how much is it for me?" "five galleons." "but i'm your brother!" "ten galleons."
katie bell. they used a ragdoll to animate that freaky scene. sent shivers down me spine.
talk about dumbledore's age. seemed like a real talk b/w wizarding friends. REALISTIC. "old? dumbledore's not old. he's what,..." "one-hundred-and-fifty?" *laughter* "give or take a few years"

Things I didn't

ginny weasley. she was awkward around Harry. the kiss was foul. she was also taller than him. it bugged me, being taller than most people. just because she's pretty, doesn't nescessarily (sp?) mean she's a good actress.
the inferi. only because they scared me. i LOVED the effect, but the result was terrifying. i liked how they did it, but i wouldn't choose to watch it.
draco malfoy. what a pathetic lump. tom felton may be hot, but his angst was just weepy crap.
dumbledore's service thing. i REALLY wanted the funeral, but NO.
absense of Dursleys. understandable. they're such funny characters. you can relate to them easily. a good reference point for aristocratic lumps of bleh.
the disconnected scenes. the bridge at the beginning wasn't explained. for non-potter-fans (they exist?) it wouldn't have meant anything AT ALL.
the burrow fight. sure, the ring of fire was cool, but why did they set the burrow alight? don't they need it for the seventh movie...?
absense of fleur aka phlegm. such a good comedic moment, lost.

i must leave, for dinner/mother is calling me.

hope this helped. (it didn't)

PS - HOW THE HELL DO YEAR 8s KNOW OF MY BLOG. Laura, you have me to answer to.

sadness has arrived.

2009-07-09T02:14:00.000-07:00

zeeeky5678 is leaving youtube.

VERY SAD FACE!

='(

zeeky, i hope you're reading this...

i'll miss your awesome videos WAAAAYYY too much.

i'll treasure my subscription for when youtube stops being crappy and you return, k?

i WILL watch them on your website (zeeky5678.tk).

x

insaneandluvingit

Computer is returned.

2009-07-06T20:16:00.000-07:00

Being the 174cm that I am, I was in need of a new bed.

A magic fairy of beds waved her wand at me, and now I am lumped with a King Single Bed - 15cm longer AND wider!

This occasion called for grand sheets to cover the bed. Cue purple doona and white sheets/valance.

Hooray.

I think my love for Tancred Torsson has increased. It is rather worrying, as he is now my number 1 crush.

I like dating fictional characters - they can't dump you, and always say the right things.

Kidnapped by Bielzebub.

2009-07-03T21:17:00.000-07:00

I know, you must think I have been abducted by aliens.

But do not fear, young skywalker! Satan and his minions have not descended from on high!

I have simply been at school. And off school. =).

Because of the accursed swine flu, no one was at school. Literally.
Normally, we have 152 people in my year. On Tuesday, we had 48 people.
On wednesday, we had 56.
On Thursday, we had 40 PEOPLE! that's only 26.3% of the year!
(I counted and did the maths.......)

My school was like a ghost town. Wind howled through the empty courtyards as tumbleweed span across the eerily quiet lawns. The buildings seemed to soak up the silence like a sponge, and the few survivors inside retreated so far into themselves, they lost all contact with their minds........

In geography on Tuesday (i'm behind on news) we made a sign and stuck it on the door. it read:

SWINE FLU QUARENTINE ROOM - DO NOT ENTER; CLASS CANCELLED

then we all lay in a heap in the corner of the room, breathing heavily.
Mr K came in and acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary (it WAS nothing out of the oridnary - we do something like that every lesson)
We then got into our seats like he told us to......but we had an empty chair between each of us. we said we were "quarentining ourselves"

Then when liv, who was spluttering like there was no tomorrow, was sent to Sister (if you coughed, you got sent home. NOT KIDDING), Our reaction?
"YOU HAVE BEEN VOTED OFF QUARENTINE ISLAND - YOU ARE THE WEAKEST OINK - GOODBYE!"
We printed off about 15 signs saying:

DO YOU HAVE SWINE FLU??!?!?!
SYMPTOMS:
fever
cough
runny nose
sore throat
body aches
chills
chronic fatigue
IF YOU COUGH, GO TO SAO*AND COUGH INTO A TISSUE AND BAG IT AND BIN IT.

*SAO = Student Administrative Office. Everything at my school has to have an abbreviation

We put them all around the school. We put one in Mr K's folder. He didn't realise during class, and must have found it later on.

BUT the next day, apparently there were a few people who went to SAO to cough into tissues.

heh heh heh.........

I must reveal something further.

I am in love.

His name is Tancred Torsson, and he is a fictional character. And I am madly in love with him.

He's in the Children of the Red King or Charlie Bone series by Jenny Nimmo.

plot of 7 books (8 in september): Bloor's Academy accepts children with extreme talent in art, music and drama. It also accepts children who are "endowed". They are descendants of the Red King and his ten children - five good, five bad. The children of the Red King fight many wars at Bloors. Charlie Bone, and ordinary boy with a father who's been lost for 10 years, discovers he's endowed - he can travel to paintings and photographs. His evil grandma and great-aunts send him off to Bloor's, and adventure ensues.

Tancred's endowment is that he can bring thunderstorms, rain, wind and in certain cases, snow.

He is hot, intelligent, and awesome.

I am in love with Him. <3.>I'm trying to imagine kissing him. If he was happy, wind would blow everywhere. it would AMAZING!

---------------->god, i'm pathetic.

and yes, i typed up the summary.

i am now in love with 3 guys.

one is fictional - Tancred Torsson (18)
one is from youtube - Charlie "charlieissocoollike" McDonnel (19)
one is a celebrity - Skandar Keynes (17)

*sigh*

x

Four news items

2009-06-29T01:27:00.000-07:00

well my luvs, lots has happened since last post.
1. The Mighty Michael has been discovered to be not to Mighty
2. I have been deeply insulted.
3. I have formed a new Obsession (with a majascule 'O').
4. Mystery news revealed later.

1) Too much has been written about Mr Jackson that I will not add anything on.

2)I was insulted so much today. It was the WORST thing anyone has ever sent to me. EVER. My friends think I would be in HUFFLEPUFF! (deja vu at some point)

3) See here or here. Listen. Enjoy. Obsess.
CHAMELEON CIRCUIT n. The programme which makes the Tardis change shape. Disambigation: n. Also the world's first TROCK band - Time Lord Rock. Trock's inventor, Alex Day aka "nerimon", is also in Chameleon Circuit. Chameleon Circuit consists of Alex Day, Charlie McDonnell (<3),Chris Beattie, Liam Dryden.
Happy =)

4) MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MYSTERY NEWS TIME! MY SCHOOL HAS SWINE FLU AND ALL THE BOARDERS HAVE BEEN SENT HOME!
Someone in my year is being tested. Results tomorrow.

Now, my friends, is the time to panic.

Big time.

All are using the communal hand sanitiser that has been put outside our locker room as if our lives depends upon it. Someone pointed out that it was anti-bacterial sanitiser and that Swine Flu is a virus, and anti-bacterial stuff doesn't stop viruses. We told her to shut up.

But good news, my loves! there IS a cure in Queensland or something of the sort

2009-06-29T01:02:00.000-07:00

don't even ask.

of magic tricks like that of juggling

2009-06-25T01:55:00.000-07:00

hello that which is person.

this post entails some or none of the following:

-chocolate
-very bad puns
-love
-lust
-the meaning of life
-an argument
-accents
-lottery winnings

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I have an inplosive desire for chocolate, which has bloomed from seeing the dead, lifeless shell of a Wonka Nerd's Rope lying in the gutter this afternoon. Sugar is running pentagons around my brain, looping through the body that is mine. So is madness.

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A few nights ago, my mum called me a bitch for lying to her about having a shower and for leaving my school uniform crumpled on the floor.
We have "made up" and are going shopping for a new bed for me that doesn't have my feet over the end this weekend.

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In geography (elective), we're learning about fish, namely whales (not technically fish.....whatever). This has of course prompted many bad puns, a form of humour which is very chep and entertaining. A bit like the Biggest Loser.

"But if you do that, you'll leave us FLOUNDERing!"
"We're having a WHALE of a time"
"Stop WAILing about the smell of the room already!"
"I'm not from WALES"

and other high-brow, sophisticated jokes.

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Accentuations of the English tongue are interesting. And fun to impersonate. I can mimic a few. I did this today for my friends.
american
irish (i'm really very good at that)
scottish (in contrast to my heritage, i'm crap at that)
seth effrican
jamaica
australian
poncey famous-five english (Oh I say George, won't that be spiffing? Oh Rather! Let's go find the smugglers in the cave! Then, we can have scones with strawberry jam and lashings of cream with some ginger pop for afters! That's a simply MARVELOUS idea, Anne! Oh, you really are a brick!)
cockney
kiwi
italian
spanish
mexican
philipino (my reference point is HappySlip on youtube...=P)
chinese (very bad at this one...)
indonesian
japanese

I was finally asked to do french after saying nonsense french words yesterday non-stop for about half an hour - mauve pirouhette et ma mere d'orange mais mon pere ches vert. les cheveaux blonde, milong et les yeux gris. [purple turn and my mum of orange but my dad is green. the hair is blonde, middle length and the grey eyes.]

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Toodle-oo, poppets. Must go and wash mind of Biology test completed today with some Windex.

post posterial triumph

2009-06-23T02:42:00.000-07:00

i've rearranged the posters on my wall, and thrown out the ones i've grown out of. yay! now it's all narnia, harry potter, photos and a few other things (katy perry, lady sovereign, periodic table of the elements [nerd], two comics, a picture of Jackie O eating a lollipop, narniaweb ranks, pink cardboard, labradors and a pretty card i got from from cousins and cousin's fax number)

My grade won the battle for a common room through the use of persuasive language and a petition.

year nine.

common room.

trashed within minutes...

RULES:
To be in use only when it's below 18 degrees so we can get (and i quote)"sufficient amounts of vitamin d".
NO food by the piano ("only used for music, NOT noise")
NO food by the computer.
movies to be shown on fridays only.
each tutor group and another group for the boarders (because they are aliens..?) makes a banner to personalise it.

god, isn't my school pedantic. and weird =P. which is why it accepted me, i guess!

the usual blatant text

2009-06-20T20:35:00.000-07:00

Oh my best beloved, apologies for not blogging sooner but my internet decided to mutiny. grrr.

i was babysitting in last night, watching Caspian (the only time i can watch narnia is whenever i babysit cause i'm away from my family). i counted all of skandar's lines. the poor hot boy only gets 37! he gets like NO screen time. drat. looking forward to seeing him swimming in VDT...mmmmmm, mr darcy moment.

man, i need a life.

i REALLY want a hp scarf. curses not having any specific hp shops in australia! i REALLY want a ravenclaw one cos everyone on the internet is practically a ravenclaw and has printed on their forehead in block letters "I AM A RAVENCLAW AND DAMN PROUD OF MY TETRIS SCORES". ravenclaw is the nerd house. but the only place hp scarves can be bought is in borders, and then only gryffindor and occasionally slytherin. never hufflepuff. that's the loser house =P

one week and four days left of school-related torture! i must inform you that i will not be at the computer for a week while skiing. sigh. no news from me for a whole 7 days! what a cwisis and twagedy.

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the other day we finished basketball training early, so i decided to visit the boarding house with my boarder friend who's on the team. i got inside the room and looked around cautiously. i sat down on another girl's bed and noticed a fish tank above it. i asked if i could have a look, and everyone said it was fine. "What's it's name?" "oh, he's called rock." (it was later found out the fish was called vock for reasons unknown)

"um, guys? rock's dead."
"what?"
"oh my god. we have to tell her."
"i'll put on some more sombre funeral music."

after searching around for the girl for 10 minutes to tell her that rock/vock was dead, moudly and fluffy, we finally found her.

"um, honey, rock is dead."
"yeah, i know" *laughs* "i found him this afternoon"
"and you didn't throw him out?"
"oh my god. that's disgusting"

i just about died laughing. in my head, so's not to hurt her feelings

"you didn't feed him much, did you?"
"are you sad he's dead?"
"no. not really."

oh my god. boarders. you gotta love them, however silly they are.

..l.o.n.g..w.o.r.d.s..w.i.t.h..m.e.a.n.i.n.g..

2009-06-18T02:42:00.000-07:00

Canting counteractive.

Miscalculated management.

Universally unruly.

Xenial or illiberal.

Not looking at the whole picture. Or person.

Unorthodox and inhumane.

Seeing things from the point of one.

Mind only millimetres wide.

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobic.

Or wrong?

mmmm...contributing to further problem.

2009-06-16T04:38:00.000-07:00

Chocolate Coconut Rough

Base
125g butter
1 cup flour
¾ cup coconut
½ cup sugar
1 tbsp cocoa
1 tsp baking powder

Icing
1 cup icing sugar
¾ cup coconut
1 tbsp cocoa
1 tbsp melted butter
2 tbsp milk
1 drop vanilla essence

Preheat oven to 180°C. Melt Butter. Add the rest of the base ingredients and mix well. Press into 28x18cm tin and cook for 15-20 mins.
For the Icing, mix ingredients and ice while base is hot.

Serves 8

*****

Mr k: (geography teacher explaining how big tuna are despite how small the tins are) They're about 80kg. Think about it...you're what? 50? 55kilos? these are about -

me: aw! i feel bad now. i'm 65kilos!!!!!!!

girl1: now she's going to become annorexic!!!

girl2: when she dies of bulimia it will be all your fault.

*****

Dr G: (Science teacher for other class) Now girls, next lesson we will be starting the sexual education unit. We will first, however, do a prac.

~Oh, how the laughter pealed around the school and seeped into our skin for days! they were hysterical with laughter. as you ca imagine at being told that next lesson during sex ed there would be a prac. (it was disecting plants, but whatever)

But OH! the laughter that rang through my spinal chord into my kidney when i found out

I think my poetic license is running away with me. we are eloping. shhh.

*****

yes my luvs, it has reached the stage where non-sensical shit is escaping my fingertips as this ramble is blipped off to the land of the public internetal eye. blink blink.

content = none.

2009-06-15T00:44:00.000-07:00

Oh my luvs, has been a few days since the last internet-text thing. But i am sure that my presence (did someone say presents?) has not been missed.

I digress.

ONE MONTH!

and if that doesn't mean something to you, LEAVE THE SITE NOW!

although HBP is out in only a month - in imax and normal theatres! - work on Deathly Hallows Pt 1 (omg, 2 parts!) has already started, and scenes from Pt 2 are on the way (like Ron and hermione snogging, filmed a few days ago.)

YAY!

x

i have disturbing news. i am scarred for life.

2009-06-11T23:58:00.000-07:00

we are doing sex ed in science. cheer */sarcasm.
not only did my science teacher grab the model of the male reprocudtive system by the bit; you can guess which...... - but she also showed us photos of her PLACENTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHO IN THE FREAKING WORLD TAKES PHOTOS OF THEIR PLACENTA FOR POSTERITY?????!!!!!!??????

it looked like a brain-shaped heart-coloured blob of whale blubber. i have seen something that has come from my science teacher's vagina. how lovely.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

i also learned what a clitoris is, and shall not go into details.
our class discussed the demerits of guys using the same urethra for peeing as for sex, and determined the difference between an ejaculatioin and an erection.
COPULATE TO POPULATE.
*shivers*

dies

2009-06-11T00:15:00.000-07:00

WHY OH BLOODY WHY IS YOUTUBE NOT WORKING?

screenshot:

substantially substandard

2009-06-08T19:51:00.000-07:00

it doth seem i have wasted another 3 days of my life.

yes, luvs. the long weekend is over and school has once again restarted its torture machines, sadly in full working order.

I did not rearrange my wall posters as planned, but i did:

make home-made pasta, and fail, ending up with a whole chunk of pasta dough in the circular file

make yummy mushroom sauce and SUCCEED! (no way!)

make scones. at my father's request. with raspberries in them. which failed.

and yesterday i spent 10 hours knocking myself out with the whole series of movies that this quote comes from;

"But Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money!"

which eleven-year-old wizard on the morn of his warlock life uses the word "haven't"????????

and what is with Emma Watson's Eyebrow acting?!? seriously. watch the movies and you'll get what i mean.

schpeakling of Emma watson, i watched Ballet Shoes which was on ABC on Sunday night. 'twas good. but severely cut. not as much as OotP, but close enough.

D'ya know what else I figured out? THe girl who was in the motion picture of Alice In Wonderland (which was adapted as a musical that Emma Watson's character was in...hmmm...) bUt anyway, the 2000 movie of Alice in Wonderland, my favourite movie when I was little stars this girl (Tina majorino):

was also the girl with the puffy sleeves in Napoleon Dynamite!

OMG!

Napoleon Dynamite, btw, is a very bad movie. it has about 3 funny parts. and that's it.

"I like your sleeves. They're puffy."

H1N1 - the cousin of R2D2

2009-06-04T00:41:00.000-07:00

...and ruined my holiday.
the NSW health dept has released a thing where every school child who has been to Metropolitan Melbourne (or USA/Mexico) has to be kept at home for a week. SO's not to spread swine flu. curses.

I was looking forward to my long weekend holiday to Melbourne for my Grandpa's birthday...but now I can't go so i don't catch swine flu and have cough-oinking fits.

*sigh*

bleh-ness

2009-06-02T01:30:00.000-07:00

Oh my luvs, it is officially winter. Hooray! Cold, wintery, rainy conditions PERFECT for snuggling up by a fire with marshmallows in your hot chocolate. That is what it should be like, but NOOOOooooOOOOoooOOOooo!

seven day forecast...
Wednesday Rain periods. Light to moderate east to northeast winds.
City: Min: 13 Max: 17

Thursday Chance shower.
City: Min: 13 Max: 20

Friday Chance shower.
City: Min: 11 Max: 20

Saturday Mostly fine.
City: Min: 9 Max: 20

Sunday Chance shower.
City: Min: 10 Max: 19

Monday Fine
City: Min: 10 Max: 19

Tuesday Fine
City: Min: 9 Max: 19

z0ne

2009-05-30T20:46:00.000-07:00

oh my darlings, how good it is to type to you at last.

yesterday was saturday. this is because it was the day after friday, but i digress.

we only had five players for our basketball game. for those lame peopl who do not play, it means we had no subs.

we were running around the court for FORTY BLOODY MINUTES! the opposition had enough people for 2-and-a-half teams, so we was thinking we was screwed. plus we were playing a school that's really good at sports. REALLY good.

our awesome coach told us to "zone". it helped. see diagram i wasted time making. they can't get in the key (weird straight lines and circle) and we get all the rebounds!!

how awesome is this: WE TIED!

they had two teams, we had JUST enough for one... and we tied 18-18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we were SO happy. and tired.

well my luvs, that is all. just tellin' y'all about our triumph.

who was told by her who heard from her who got it from her who was emailed it by her who had it written in her diary by me

2009-05-29T00:10:00.001-07:00

*sigh*
it seems a few of my friends are annoyed at each other over some catty comments, but life goes on.
i am very confused as to how some of you found my blog. i told 7 people at the most. one told someone else, who told 2 more, one of whom told someone who told three more; one of whom told two and one of them told their friend. how it got from me to the person in my drama group who plays helena (you know who you are) i have NO FREAKING IDEA!

read my blog you might, but thou shalt NEVER understand it...=)

today was not too good.
first i had band, where there was no t. sax part, so i had to play an octave above the clarinet part i was sight reading.
then we had a student teacher in aus. geo who was crap and made us write a reflective response of 2 pages as a biography of a child of the stolen generation. yeah. was it aus. geo, or aus history?
then we had basketball outside in the freezing cold and wet where our fingers had hypothermia.
after that i had maths, whichis bad enough, but my teacher basically told me i was crap (which is true, but it sounded bad...)
then i had science, where i was almost moved places cause i talk so much (ABOUT SCIENCE let it be known...)

and later this evening i, as well as all the other elective music students, have to attend the "staff on stage" concert thing. it's basically when all the music staff at my school play music in a concert. hooray.

byeas, luv. must do piano practice before the torture begins.....

x

need I say more?

2009-05-28T01:14:00.001-07:00

I'm pretty sure that To Kill A Mockingbird isn't meant to be analysed to this level.

2009-05-27T19:38:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 30 by insaneandluvingit

1. Who does Atticus think caused Bob Ewell’s death?

Atticus believes that Jem accidentally caused the death of Bob Ewell in the fight by stabbing him with the knife Ewell dropped on the ground. This is clear when he says to Mr Tate, “’ [Scout] said Jem got up and yanked him off her – he probably got hold of Ewell’s knife somehow in the dark . . . we’ll find out tomorrow.’”

2. Why does Heck Tate insist that Bob Ewell’s death was self-inflictive? In what way is this partly true?

“’Mr Finch,’ Mr Tate said stolidly, ‘Bob Ewell fell on his own knife. He killed himself’”
As shown, Mr Heck Tate uses persuasive language (and later Scout’s testimony) to support his argument. He follows the logic that when Ewell’s knife was stuck in the ground, Ewell must have tripped over a tree root and he “’Stabbed himself through that soft stuff between his ribs. His whole weight drove it in.’” While explaining this to Atticus, he uses a visual aid my miming what is thought to have happened to maintain his theory.

AND BLAH BLAH BLAH!

English. schmucks.

I quit being miserable. [babyporridge]

2009-05-26T04:26:00.000-07:00

I don't want to spend anymore of my youth scowling & frowning & whining about things I'll forget tomorrow. It's so easy to be indebted to misery; wake up darling & shake off all this self-entitlement. We can afford to loosen up on grievances.

I quit being miserable. The world keeps spinning even if I don't spin with it.

I refuse to be upset over spilled milk & (my) growing thighs, apes disguised as boys in suits, charming smiles & ties.

I quit being miserable.The world keeps spinning even if I don't spin with it.

Human condition says we're destined to be lonely, but maybe I don't want to be a part of this affliction. I'd rather be destined to spend my life inspired.

I quit being miserable. The world keeps spinning even if I don't spin with it.

I don't want to be burdened anymore by the trivial things.

I quit being miserable.

I don't want to spend anymore of my youth scowling & frowning & whining about things I'll forget.

By Nikki Malvar - babyporridge.... http://babyporridge.blogspot.com

link to beautiful song... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NhY8JgXqew&NR=1

and y'all thought I was weird...

2009-05-26T00:11:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jabkk5m5Zi0&feature=related

experience true madness in the form of a music video.

Brilliant adjectives

2009-05-25T00:00:00.000-07:00

i am really happy. wanna know why? because when i did my Grade 5 AMEB piano exam today,
I GOT A

B!!!

Brilliant
Bouncing for joy
let's go Bananas
Beautiful
you little Beauty
Benevolent
Babbling
Baffling
Ballyhoo
Barbaric
Barbitonic
Beachy
Beckoning
Befriending
Belle
Bemusing
Beloved
Beneficial
Benzedrinial
Benzoic
Bewildering
Bimetallismic
Biodegradable
Bird
Bissextile
Blackened
Blantent
Blithe
Blonde
Blue
Boisterous
Bouillabaise
Bounding leaps of joy
Bowdlerizational
Bogghartish
Breathless
Brave
Briquette
Brittle
Brunette
Buff
Bullion
Bubbly
Bureaucratic
Busy
Byzantiumnal
BEST mark i could have hoped for

(yes, i used a dictionary)

'tis also my youtube birthday!

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday dear insaneandluvingit......
Happy Birthday to me!

anyway NO MORE TESTS, ASSIGNMENTS ETC AND SO FORTH!

in celebration of my getting a b, my mother has given me another charm on my pandora! its an ADORABUBBLE angel! i now have *ahem*

a hanging breast cancer foundation ribbon charm thing (b'day)
a letter (the initial of my name) (b'day)
my star sign - Sagittarius (b'day)
a little Bible (b'day)
two hanging quaver notes (b'day)
a present (b'day)
a fat little elf (xmas)
a hanging heart (xmas)
a teacup (xmas)
a church building (from family friends who were visiting from England, one of whom is a minister)
a bead (xmas)
and my li'l angel

but i REALLY want the turtle *awwwwwwww!*

and for my friends who think its hilARious that i have a blog and that i write stuff in it, i don't care.
its my space, so i'll do what i want with it, OK?

byeas!
x

(RATAOUI)[basketba(LL]e)

2009-05-22T20:32:00.000-07:00

we won our basketball game today 22-4. SNAP! i shot 2 goals (=4 points).

BUT last night i only got 6 hours sleep. i was babysittting across the road ($10/hour). i got there at seven, we watched ratatouille, i got them in bed, toileted and milked (...not in that way). i then proceeded to clean up all the junk that was on the floor for extra brownie points (that i didn't receive) i then watched most of HP4. they still hadn't got home, until 20 past midnight, where they came in laughing and hiccoughing apolegetically. god i'm SO tired now!

ramble.

2009-05-22T00:22:00.000-07:00

ack!
I HAVE MY GRADE 5 PIANO EXAM ON MONDAY AND I WILL SCREW IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
i have my 74 possible scales and i can't play them to speed.
i also don't know my general knowledge,
my sight reading is crap,
and my songs don't have NEARLY enough expression.
my aural tests , on the other hand, are super-calla-fraja-schmexy-awesome.

i got my maths test results back yesterday
Section A: 19/20
Section C: 11/12

and Section B?

well to put it blankly, i f*cked up. big time.

and i never say the f word, only in extreme cases. such as this.

13/25

you know what? if i'd lost even half a mark, i would have failed that sectoin. how embarassing, as i am in class 2. which is basically class 1 cos the"x" class is doing year 10 work.

so sections a and c are 93.75%
BUT put section b in there, and i got 65.2%.
worst i've EVER gone in any test EVER!

so yeah. i'm a little irritable.

OH YEAH! and we had a Christian Studies test yesterday. our teacher didn't teach us HALF the stuff we needed to know (and only told us the test was on 2 days ago) because she was too busy repeating everything she says. she was too busy repeating everything she says. she was too busy repeating everything she says. she was too busy repeating everything she says. we got bored in class one day (me and person i shall call person j) and so we counted how many times she repeated herself. 40 times in an hour. that's twice every 3 minutes. =O

anyways.

OH! and during tutor time and during LUNCH (it's inhumane to rob us of our lunchtime, i say) we had to do an external science test. JUST class 1 and 2.
BLOODY HELL!
it was E-A-S-Y!
i did it in half an hour. conversation follows.

Scene: The sub teacher, Dr R and science class 2 in SC2. girl in back puts up her hand as she has finished test DURING LUNCH just after two other girls who left while the class had their actual teacher before Dr R filled in. The girl's name is insaneandluvingit (I)

I: Excuse me, I've finished, can i go now?
R: No, please check your work.
I: i already did
R: well, then, check it again.
insaneandluvingit procedes to "check" her work, with much eyeball-rolling.5 minutes pass. insaneandluvingit has corrected 3 questions that she coloured in wrong.
I: Excuse me, I've checked it 3 times now, can i go?
R: No. I was told this was a mature class. THere are 30 questions in that test, and you should leave 2 minutes for every question. If you don't, and you're just rushing to get out to lunch, i don't think you deserve to be in the test.
I: but i have a test next period!
TS (sitting next to I): I've finished. Can i go?
R: YOUR TEACHERS HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED YOU MIGHT BE LATE. please check your answers
I:but
R: this test is as important as your internal tests. on other school gets the internal tests we do at abbotsleigh, knox barker, whatever. they get their own internal tests, but to mark the whole country as the same, these external tests must be completed. they are as important, if not more important than your other tests

By this time, almost everyone has finished, and is looking on at the battle between insaneandluvingit and R. R turns to the front desk. insaneandluvingit gives R the bird behind her back to her friend's horror. The class continues to scribble on their papers and is let out an hour after the test strated, many of them having finished half an hour previously. turmoil and swear words escape our lips as we exit the classroom, which then turn to cursings of panic at the up-and-coming Christian Studies Test in ten minutes (as our entire freaking LUNCHTIME was robbed)

it irks me, and i am a little irritable now.

I have also taken to exercising before i go to bed, just to let you guys know.

on the topic of you guys, people in my year at school who read this are annoyed with what i say about them. I DON'T SAY ANYTHING BAD! just little things that bug me. i'm sure i bug you, so let me pour out my heart onto this website.

that was a long blog, wasn't it?

x

funnyart

2009-05-21T01:15:00.000-07:00

it seems that there has been narnia concept art released. it is BEAUTIFUL, go and check it out...

YAY!

BUT because i am a lazy arse, i couldn't be bothered searching the website for it and have instead watched MonkeyMusings' analysis http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwLNLI8ksso

HOORAY!

still sick. i could die tomorrow, and it would be ALL YOUR FAULT.

crossroads

2009-05-19T02:34:00.001-07:00

i am at the crossroads between madness and narnia

somewhere mid archenland near beaversdam, perhaps?

lantern waste of space of you.

tube to school

train home

in between procrastination - my middle name - and piano.

and organ

and sax

and avoiding schubertiade - HAHA! no romantic peroid dress for me tonight, my dearies.

the sickness and the narnia map is getting to me, not helped by the fact that i have watced about 50 meekakitty videos successfully
sigh

[i don't think there are any people on this planet who would understand everything i just said.]

grrrrr

2009-05-17T17:42:00.000-07:00

sick from school today.......='(

BUT it's only the swimming carnival, so it doesn't matter too much. means i can catch up on my english hwrk.

yay */sarcasm.

what does matter, though, is that it seems that my darling mother has blocked youtube from my use. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can prolly unblock it, but still.....

x