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.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Australian History
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It helps that his teaching methods are out of date and that the subject is so GODDAMN BORING.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.
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It helps that his teaching methods are out of date and that the subject is so GODDAMN BORING.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.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
My 100th Post. Now, what to make of it?
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."
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.)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Harry and Gemma: Afraid of the Drunk
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
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
Saturday, May 1, 2010
We have a PE dance composition assessment
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.
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.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
**Clueless
I still hate that movie.
No, actually, change of heart. I just hate Jane Austen and variations thereof in general.
Well-written stories? Yes.
Well-though-out stories? Yes.
Good plots? Hella no.
I’m not reading the 19th Century equivalent of Jodi Picoult. Just because a book is old, it is NOT high literature! THIS IS A MISTAKE MADE BY MANY PEOPLE - AGE DOES NOT GIVE YOU OR ANY PUBLISHED WORKS ANY MORE CREDIT! True, some books (Orwell, Tolkien etc) age particularly well and become more respected and revered, but that is the making of classics. Ths Sleepover club won't be high-society literature in a hundred years because of its age, it will still be what it is - young girls' inspiration to have non-sleepovers and do generally nothing with their lives.
The only reason Shakespeare is considered high literature is because of his choice of words, phrases and the sheer number of works he created in his short life and with minimal resources. They’re plays written for the masses with very simple storylines. If it hadn’t been Shakespeare who wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, it would be crap for the utter hecticity and randomness of the plotline.
And even then, we’re not entirely sure if Shakespeare wrote what we think he did. It’s been speculated that some other playwrights at the time wrote many of his plays (Marlow etc), as well as that he’s gay and many of his sonnets are to a young boy.
Chortle.
No, actually, change of heart. I just hate Jane Austen and variations thereof in general.
Well-written stories? Yes.
Well-though-out stories? Yes.
Good plots? Hella no.
I’m not reading the 19th Century equivalent of Jodi Picoult. Just because a book is old, it is NOT high literature! THIS IS A MISTAKE MADE BY MANY PEOPLE - AGE DOES NOT GIVE YOU OR ANY PUBLISHED WORKS ANY MORE CREDIT! True, some books (Orwell, Tolkien etc) age particularly well and become more respected and revered, but that is the making of classics. Ths Sleepover club won't be high-society literature in a hundred years because of its age, it will still be what it is - young girls' inspiration to have non-sleepovers and do generally nothing with their lives.
The only reason Shakespeare is considered high literature is because of his choice of words, phrases and the sheer number of works he created in his short life and with minimal resources. They’re plays written for the masses with very simple storylines. If it hadn’t been Shakespeare who wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, it would be crap for the utter hecticity and randomness of the plotline.
And even then, we’re not entirely sure if Shakespeare wrote what we think he did. It’s been speculated that some other playwrights at the time wrote many of his plays (Marlow etc), as well as that he’s gay and many of his sonnets are to a young boy.
Chortle.
my smart-arse debut
series of events.
1. I send an email to my friend with a fuckyeahbookshelves.tumblr.com linky-link in it
2. The school email that scans our PRIVATE emails picked up the fuck in it, and deemed it highly innapropriate.
3. I got an email from the Dean asking me to apologise.
4. I did so with 20 dictionary.com words of the day to show her what real colourful language was
I must apologise most sincerely and bloviately that the web address, which I found as a link and in my dishabille state did not fully take into account, found its way to you, and how much a wastrel and a scapegrace I must now seem. The address in question is an inpellucid literary reference to An Abundance of Katherines by John Green, my favourite book, whose main characters substitute the infamous word with another until the ne plus ultra of the book, where more extreme language is deemed necessary perforce by the persnickety author. The site displays images of creative bookshelf arrangements in disportion, so the literary inside joke is well placed. I promise that this thoughtless malversational disregard and misuse of private emails going in and out of my personal email inbox will not affect you again, especially where clandestine messages are involved, and I will continue to moil until this is quashed.
So, kids, the moral of the story is to show your teachers that your vocabulary is not limited to four letter swear words, introduce complex linguistics to make them believe otherwise.
x
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
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Happy Birthday, insaneandluvingit.
So it's been two years since I joined the site known as youtube, and to celebrate I have started uploading regular videos, mainly, it would seem, for the amusement of my fellow classmates, who watch them not because they think the actual videos are amusing, but the fact that I make videos is amusing.
But yes, it has been two years since I made up the alias "insaneandluvingit", before which I was a nameless entity who floated dreamily between usernames and passwords, not sure which would describe me. If you're wondering why I didn't pick the gramatically correct "insaneandlovingit", it is because this was already a youtube account for someone in Brazil.
Still, after a few 123people and google searches of the username I have become, I was suprised and a little intimidated with how much I've been spread online unintentionally.
Every comment, reference, tweet, video, account and blog post has been thrown around the internet with less care than the early bird has for the worm.
So, when you die, be sure you know what is going to happen to your virtual self.
And delete any accounts you're not using.
Because, as I've discovered, having a twitter, youtube, blog, second blog, third blog, tumblr, facebook, dailybooth, livejournal, history forum, narniaweb, leakycauldron, wonka, tetrisfriends, iminlikewithyou, second youtube and every other account you've ever made can be potentially problematic when trying to keep yourself to yourself.
The good side is that in a hundred years, history students will have plenty of eternal sources about the early 21st century from all of the accounts on all websites.
Happy worrying to you, and happy birthday to me.
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.
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