This morning, I was skipping on my front lawn. It was a glorious day, with the rays of sun shining down on my pale face. As I rambled up and down the lush lawn, I felt as if the warm graces of heaven were raining down on me. Or maybe that was just skin cancer starting to form, damn Australian sun. Mood killer! Anyhow, back to skipping around, with the tail of my maxi dress fluttering in the wind like the wings of a butterfly. It was all very wonderful, until I realised that my fat neighbours from across the road- nicknamed The Devil, Mrs Satan and The Hound from Hell (their dog)- were staring at me. I obviously scared them quite a bit with my skipping, because they proceeded to literally jump into their car and speed off as fast as possible, while I ran for my life and hid behind a well-placed tree. I have wonderful neighbours.
Actually, they were probably just thinking "Wait, a girl lives there? Since when? Hurhurhur hail Satan!" That's a little mean of me, I'm sure they don't actually worship the devil. It was just a theory that my family came up with because their number plate said "evil" in a combination of letters and numbers. And their dog really does look possessed. And they rarely see the daylight. Then again, neither do I, but that's not the point. I like sunny days. For all I know, they really ran away because they were vampires and they were burning in the sun. Yet again, I look more like a vampire than I do, with my deathly-white skin and raven hair. Maybe they were really thinking "Why isn't she sparkling/ burning? Hurhurhur."
Today has been nice. Exam block days off are always awesome. I haven't really accomplished anything or worked on much, but it's only 3 in the afternoon. This means I've still got about 8 good hours to work on things, if I feel inclined. I mean, I need to be inclined because one of my assignments is due in 2 days and I've only finished the first half. And it's dodgy. Oh well, I absolutely bombed out on both of my exams this week, so it can't get much worse. I'll just keep dancing in the sunlight to distract from all the work I need to do inside.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Random post is random.
Just another one of those ‘random dot points of insanity’ posts.
· Sing with me! It’s time for tamago-tamago-tamagotchiiiiii! -_- My sister’s annoying little thing just beeped. Seriously, I haven’t used tamagotchis fo’ years. If that things beeps one more time, I will smash it. Deadly. Serious.
· The moment of facepalming when downloading Arakawa Under the Bridge becomes more important than doing your eight very important assignments
· MY DOWNLOAD JUST CRASHED. SGDHJHGADIUHDSD. THE WORLD HATES MEEEEE.
· Maybe it’s a sign. Devine intervention. And God didst say “Thou shalt not download weird anime. Thou shalt do thy assignments so that thou doest not fail school.” Because, you know, when the original commandments were made, people were communicated to in old-English. It was meant to be in Ancient Hebrew, guys.
· Ahhhh! I’m going to fail the Maths and English assessments if I don’t start doing something. Y I STILL DO NOTHING BUT STEAL INUYASHA GIFS OFF TUMBLR?
· Oooh. My hair smells like flowers ^^ This is amazing.
· Iced tea cures everything, I swear that I am ready to work after drinking that sweet-but-not-too-sweet juice of life. Srsly, combining tea and fruit. Best. Idea. Ever.
· FFFFFFFUUUUUUU! THE TAMAGOTCHI BEEPED AGAINNNN.
· In almost three hours, I have written ten words. My parents will get home soon, and ask me what I have done. Sweet f-a.
· I found my sister’s Tamagotchi and made it happy. Soh rewarding.
· RELATIONS.
· Ah, I’m remembering all my year eight mini-songs. Such as “Everything about you is so festy,” “Mrs Patin is a waste of space and time (even though it doesn’t rhyme),” “I like apricot mush and bananas,” and “The Mr Shou comes to you song.” Good times. I still like the “Exteng, what the hell” song the best.
· GUYSGUYSGUYS. There is a live-action series of Arakawa Under the Bridge. Life. Complete. Must. See.
· Speaking of Arakawa, I must bring it on schoolies, so that I can eff everyone’s minds. That show makes Princess Tutu seem like it has a normal premise, which is... whoa.
· My family are home. Apparently, after all I did, my sister’s Tamagotchi was still unhappy.
· Ah, the reminds me of when I had a Pixel Chick. That bitch was so needy, I ended up blu-tacking up the speaker holes and shoving her in a draw until she ‘got fed up with me and left home’. Who knew you could have catfights with a dumb virtual chick?
· I was scrolling up this page, and I thought I saw “DAMN IN LUST.” That doesn’t even make sense. What the fudgetasticaketins.
· The “Y U NO Guy.” His face... reminds me of my Maths A teacher from last year. The one who wrote ‘I quit’ on a post-it and walked out. Ahh, Plonker. When I saw him, I thought he would laugh like “Huhuhuhu” and I used to impersonate that. Sadly, it was much more pedo
· All the single musos, all the single musos. Single women’s business, single women’s business.
· I just rubbed my eyes after squeezing an orange. WHY AM I THAT DUMB? #pain
· Sooo, almost four hours and nothing new accomplished. And I have an English exam tomorrow. I shall die.
· How now brown cow?
· STEGASAURUS!
· You know, Jimmy cracked corn. And I don’t care.
· I JUST KILLED FOUR HOURS OF MY LIFE DOING NOTHING IMPORTANT. Bakabakabakabaka.
· Okay, I really will go now. Maybe later I'll post my random 'letter to self' thing that I created a few days ago before everone else posted theirs. Actually, that was a little too light-hearted. I'll probably try to tell it like it is a little more, and re-do it. Once I finish my school stuff. If I ever finish my school stuff. Ah, goodbye ninja chumps!
Friday, 12 August 2011
Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de Changney as your patron
Hello, cherub children. The topic of today's post is the word 'more'. Say it with me, M-O-R-E. No, Excalibur, 'MOAR' is not a word. And before you ask, we are not talking about moors, as in people of mixed Arab and Berber descent, or moor as in the anchoring of a ship. Excalibur keeps exclaiming 'MOOOAAAAR!' at me, so I looked it up on dictionary.reference.com. Apparently, these are the related searches.
dictionary.com | MOAR | Search
Yeah, I totally see how Raptor Jesus and 4chan relate to today's topic. Apparently, dictionary.com thinks that my ninja is not an idiot though, because...
Oh, how silly of me, of course I meant 'nonaccented'. It's okay Xcali, I don't really think you're an idiot. Even though you can't spell for your life. Blame Lolcats! Bwaha. Oh right, reality. Back to my prompt of 'more'. I really was going to blog without purpose, but those style of posts always seem to be so much lamer, don't you think? Oh drat, I was just about to get to the point of this post, Excalibur wars and stuff. I think he's still annoyed that I put my red sock in his whites-wash. Maybe it's the idiot comment. Or maybe it's because I don't come around here often enough any more. It's a relationship breakdown, people!
I STILL LOVE YOU, EXCALIBUR! <3
Et hem. The girl talking to the blog ninja maintains her dignity. Ohoh, I think I may have already posted this, but methinks can post on blogs with an open ID now, so yayteimz being able to comment again! Now that I've gotten some of the randomness out of the way, let theOrder of the Phoenix odered post begin!
More Stress
I thought I'd get the boring one out of the way first. I can now count the days until QCS on my fingers and toes, which is very scary. I think I'm more scared of the fact that everyone in my grade is all chilled and like "Biggest test of my schooling life coming up? Cool story bro..." We were practicing for it today, and most of the class just copied the answers from the book, instead of actually working, and using those to check their answers. These are the people who can bring my OP down by up to 3 places. I'd insert a hearty FML here, but I'm not exactly that much more motivated than they are. Not to be cocky, but I am generally more intelligent. Ah, the moment when you walking into a room and note to yourself that your intellectual capacity is higher than all of the 20 odd others combined. I kid, I kid, I'm not that much of a brainiac, and most people I know are quite intelligent. There are just a lot of lazies in my grade.
More Formal Highs and Woes
I'm a queen with a paper cutter. Last night, I cut all of the remaining 100-and-something invites for the formal. They still need to be glued together, and have bows pinned on them, but it was still a relieving thing to have done. I'd say around a third of all the invites have been completed now, and they're looking pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself. It's been a bit of a shizball having to give up my afternoon to make formal invites, but I don't regret it. This is lucky, because I'll probably have to spend countless more completing them. I finally got my dress after five months of waiting. I must say, it does look pretty stunning on me, even if it is the wrong colour, and not what I would have expected to wear to the formal. No doubt, I'll end up dropping food on it anyway. Speaking of, which, I was looking at the menu today with nath_alex01, and man, we didn't even know what have of the stuff on there was. Apparently even Google was confused as to what bocconcini was, and spell-check didn't even recognise it as a word, so we should be excused for that one. It's a cheese made from the milk of water buffalo, according tosauces sources. To me, it sounds so delightfully strange, I'd love to have it at the formal, if only for the novelty factor. I didn't really like much of what was on the menu, so I'll probably be sipping their complimentary expresso and claiming to be 'on a diet' all night. It's of no consequence, though, because it's going to be an amazing night no matter what. I've worked too hard for it to not!
POTTERMORE
If you've had your head in the sand and totally missed the whole Pottermore thing, then... where have you been? Actually, I keep on stumbling across the big events for it by accident. I waited to watch the release video for it because someone posted the link on Facebook 15mins before it was put to air. I came across the Early Access week thing because one of my groups on Facebook also just happened to be talking about it. And I happened to be there at just the right time when it was open to the first million people of the public. And I accidentally made two accounts on two different email addresses, because I didn't think one had worked. And they both got chosen for early access, so I'm pretty pumped. Now, just to wait a few darn months until they send me my Welcome email and let me use the site. Apparently they're staggering their early access. My guess is because people would go nuts and the site would crash if they didn't. It's not even open yet and it's already crashed multiple times from excessive demand. To be honest, I'm not even sure what it is. From their blog, I get the impression that it's a site where you play through the Harry Potter book series in a game-multiple-path-virtual-book-thing. They say it's not for social networking, but it's not strictly a game either. Whatever it is, I've been pretty lucky with it so far, so I'm going to keep checking for more progress!
More Out of Life
As of today, I have only 60 days left of school! I really am feeling excessively positive at the moment. Last weekend, I went to that large-and-scary-university open day, and I found that I really liked it there. I ended up filling in my QTAC preferences that day, and they're as follows.
1. Bachelor of Arts/ Bachelor of International Hotel and Tourism Management
2. Bachelor of International Studies
3. Bachelor of International Studies (the UNE one. Sigh.)
4. Bachelor of Event and Convention Management
5. Bachelor of Arts
6. Bachelor of Business (International Hotel and Tourism Management)
It was very relieving to know that I've actually made some choices as to where I'm aiming to go next year, as opposed to whinging and blindly searching. Even if I have the worst of the school year still to go, I can see the end is in sight, so I'm learning to be more positive and less complaintative about school. LOLjks, I haven't stopped complaining, but I am appreciating my time there more. I've been doing more lately, and although it has been harder in a lot of ways, it has also been much more rewarding.
More Sickness
Okay, so this just had to get a section of it's own. Last week was sickness crazy, and I ended up taking a whole three days off school. I don't think I've taken that many consecutive days off in years, if ever. And yesterday was just... yeah. I had me some bad cramps. So much so that I nearly threw up. I staggered up to my school bathrooms, only to find that they were closed. So I lent on the bubblers for a few minutes and let water splash on my face. I tried to make it down the hill to get to the sickbay at the office, but I nearly collapsed, so I had to rest against a tree. Seriously, I must have looked like I was either drunk or dying. By the time I did make it to sickbay, I was green in the face, and grey around the eyes. I lay down, pulled up a blanket and a pillow, made myself a heat pack (tsk. The office ladies forgot about me) and passed out from the pain. I woke up three hours later with the office lady telling me that she'd called my mother. Luckily, when I woke up the pain was gone. Apparently my friends were looking for me, because they thought I may have passed out somewhere else, or been kidnapped. Bless.
More InuYasha ^^
So, I'm kinda proud of myself for making it up to episode 92 of InuYasha. This means I have... 75 episodes to go! Plus The Final Act, of course. I still plan to finish this anime before I finish school. It's pretty unlikely, seeing as it has taken me a good 10 months just to watch the first 92 episodes, but I may as well try. I started reading the manga the other day too. Gotta love downloading 15 volumes of manga when you should be working on a Music Extension thesis. I ended up getting my thesis done anyway, so I can justify the downloading to myself. Honestly, it's going to take a long time to read, but I'm really enjoying it. I should get back into shorter animes again, but eh, I'm loving InuYasha too much at the moment. I'm totally proud of myself for having some rather interesting not-totally-cannon ships in this show too. My order of favourite ships has turned upside-down from what it originally was. It is currently (exclusing my many one-sided ships):
1. NarakuxKikyou (biggest guilty pleasure ship ever. Oh dear.)
2. SesshomaruxKagura
3. MirokuxSango
4. InuYashaxKagome
Because you all care so much about my shipping preferences. I was watching episode 2 of The Final Act, and I could not get over show shiptastic Kagura's death was. You really shouldn't be squeeing at someone's death, but seriously, she died happy because she got to see Sesshy one last time. Before that scene, I thought any shippy-ness between them was all in my head. It was awesome to have some real hintage.
That's all there is; there isn't any more
I've run out of things to ramble about, kiddiewinkles. This is your friendly neighbourhood demsemiquavergirl and her moody ninja, signing out. Until next time, amigos! @>`-,--
Trivia: The title of this post comes from Act 1, Scene 2 of Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera. It was the first thing that came to mind when I was trying to think of a quote that involved the word 'more'. Yes, I shall be a Phantom Phan for life.
Also, Blogger keeps effing up my formatting. If this post seems really, really ill formatted, I apologise. I'm doing my best to fix it.
Update: Fixed!
dictionary.com | MOAR | Search
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Did you mean nonaccented?
Et hem. The girl talking to the blog ninja maintains her dignity. Ohoh, I think I may have already posted this, but methinks can post on blogs with an open ID now, so yayteimz being able to comment again! Now that I've gotten some of the randomness out of the way, let the
More Stress
I thought I'd get the boring one out of the way first. I can now count the days until QCS on my fingers and toes, which is very scary. I think I'm more scared of the fact that everyone in my grade is all chilled and like "Biggest test of my schooling life coming up? Cool story bro..." We were practicing for it today, and most of the class just copied the answers from the book, instead of actually working, and using those to check their answers. These are the people who can bring my OP down by up to 3 places. I'd insert a hearty FML here, but I'm not exactly that much more motivated than they are. Not to be cocky, but I am generally more intelligent. Ah, the moment when you walking into a room and note to yourself that your intellectual capacity is higher than all of the 20 odd others combined. I kid, I kid, I'm not that much of a brainiac, and most people I know are quite intelligent. There are just a lot of lazies in my grade.
More Formal Highs and Woes
I'm a queen with a paper cutter. Last night, I cut all of the remaining 100-and-something invites for the formal. They still need to be glued together, and have bows pinned on them, but it was still a relieving thing to have done. I'd say around a third of all the invites have been completed now, and they're looking pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself. It's been a bit of a shizball having to give up my afternoon to make formal invites, but I don't regret it. This is lucky, because I'll probably have to spend countless more completing them. I finally got my dress after five months of waiting. I must say, it does look pretty stunning on me, even if it is the wrong colour, and not what I would have expected to wear to the formal. No doubt, I'll end up dropping food on it anyway. Speaking of, which, I was looking at the menu today with nath_alex01, and man, we didn't even know what have of the stuff on there was. Apparently even Google was confused as to what bocconcini was, and spell-check didn't even recognise it as a word, so we should be excused for that one. It's a cheese made from the milk of water buffalo, according to
POTTERMORE
If you've had your head in the sand and totally missed the whole Pottermore thing, then... where have you been? Actually, I keep on stumbling across the big events for it by accident. I waited to watch the release video for it because someone posted the link on Facebook 15mins before it was put to air. I came across the Early Access week thing because one of my groups on Facebook also just happened to be talking about it. And I happened to be there at just the right time when it was open to the first million people of the public. And I accidentally made two accounts on two different email addresses, because I didn't think one had worked. And they both got chosen for early access, so I'm pretty pumped. Now, just to wait a few darn months until they send me my Welcome email and let me use the site. Apparently they're staggering their early access. My guess is because people would go nuts and the site would crash if they didn't. It's not even open yet and it's already crashed multiple times from excessive demand. To be honest, I'm not even sure what it is. From their blog, I get the impression that it's a site where you play through the Harry Potter book series in a game-multiple-path-virtual-book-thing. They say it's not for social networking, but it's not strictly a game either. Whatever it is, I've been pretty lucky with it so far, so I'm going to keep checking for more progress!
More Out of Life
As of today, I have only 60 days left of school! I really am feeling excessively positive at the moment. Last weekend, I went to that large-and-scary-university open day, and I found that I really liked it there. I ended up filling in my QTAC preferences that day, and they're as follows.
1. Bachelor of Arts/ Bachelor of International Hotel and Tourism Management
2. Bachelor of International Studies
3. Bachelor of International Studies (the UNE one. Sigh.)
4. Bachelor of Event and Convention Management
5. Bachelor of Arts
6. Bachelor of Business (International Hotel and Tourism Management)
It was very relieving to know that I've actually made some choices as to where I'm aiming to go next year, as opposed to whinging and blindly searching. Even if I have the worst of the school year still to go, I can see the end is in sight, so I'm learning to be more positive and less complaintative about school. LOLjks, I haven't stopped complaining, but I am appreciating my time there more. I've been doing more lately, and although it has been harder in a lot of ways, it has also been much more rewarding.
More Sickness
Okay, so this just had to get a section of it's own. Last week was sickness crazy, and I ended up taking a whole three days off school. I don't think I've taken that many consecutive days off in years, if ever. And yesterday was just... yeah. I had me some bad cramps. So much so that I nearly threw up. I staggered up to my school bathrooms, only to find that they were closed. So I lent on the bubblers for a few minutes and let water splash on my face. I tried to make it down the hill to get to the sickbay at the office, but I nearly collapsed, so I had to rest against a tree. Seriously, I must have looked like I was either drunk or dying. By the time I did make it to sickbay, I was green in the face, and grey around the eyes. I lay down, pulled up a blanket and a pillow, made myself a heat pack (tsk. The office ladies forgot about me) and passed out from the pain. I woke up three hours later with the office lady telling me that she'd called my mother. Luckily, when I woke up the pain was gone. Apparently my friends were looking for me, because they thought I may have passed out somewhere else, or been kidnapped. Bless.
More InuYasha ^^
So, I'm kinda proud of myself for making it up to episode 92 of InuYasha. This means I have... 75 episodes to go! Plus The Final Act, of course. I still plan to finish this anime before I finish school. It's pretty unlikely, seeing as it has taken me a good 10 months just to watch the first 92 episodes, but I may as well try. I started reading the manga the other day too. Gotta love downloading 15 volumes of manga when you should be working on a Music Extension thesis. I ended up getting my thesis done anyway, so I can justify the downloading to myself. Honestly, it's going to take a long time to read, but I'm really enjoying it. I should get back into shorter animes again, but eh, I'm loving InuYasha too much at the moment. I'm totally proud of myself for having some rather interesting not-totally-cannon ships in this show too. My order of favourite ships has turned upside-down from what it originally was. It is currently (exclusing my many one-sided ships):
1. NarakuxKikyou (biggest guilty pleasure ship ever. Oh dear.)
2. SesshomaruxKagura
3. MirokuxSango
4. InuYashaxKagome
Because you all care so much about my shipping preferences. I was watching episode 2 of The Final Act, and I could not get over show shiptastic Kagura's death was. You really shouldn't be squeeing at someone's death, but seriously, she died happy because she got to see Sesshy one last time. Before that scene, I thought any shippy-ness between them was all in my head. It was awesome to have some real hintage.
That's all there is; there isn't any more
I've run out of things to ramble about, kiddiewinkles. This is your friendly neighbourhood demsemiquavergirl and her moody ninja, signing out. Until next time, amigos! @>`-,--
Trivia: The title of this post comes from Act 1, Scene 2 of Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera. It was the first thing that came to mind when I was trying to think of a quote that involved the word 'more'. Yes, I shall be a Phantom Phan for life.
Also, Blogger keeps effing up my formatting. If this post seems really, really ill formatted, I apologise. I'm doing my best to fix it.
Update: Fixed!
Friday, 29 July 2011
Even the ground likes my face.
Have you ever had some really unusual or unnecessary goals in life that ended up eclipsing your real ones? For example, the other week I achieved my greatest goal in highschool. This is a goal that I had had for four years and never thought I would accomplish. Was it topping all of my classes? Was it blowing up decking out the science lab? Was it shaving my English Extension pedophile beard off? Sadly, it was none of these. I've already done the first one a few times (oh hell yes nerd pride), and I would do the last one with great pleasure, because let's face it, ExtEng is scary enough without having to look at the face of someone who could potentially molest you. I mean, potentially metaphorically molest you. Though co-ordination and demisemiquavergirl just don't seem to go together, I am sure that I could kick that pudgy guy's ass if need be. After all, I am more masculine than all of my male friends. The petite, untoned female is more masculine that a bunch of men, you did read that correctly. It must be my superhuman wit and strength.
I think I'm drifting away from the point. Anyway, my massive-oh-so-big-goal was actually to hide in my school's underground store room just once. I can just hear you all facepalming at the anticlimax I created there.
"How obsece! Why would anyone make it their goal to be stuck in a dingy room that smells ofdirt and tree roots? The most exciting thing in there is a bunch of badminton nets. It is preposterous that anyone would base their schooling life around such a thing. I am offended! This is an outrage! Call 911! Ah, but this is Australia, so that number doesn't work! What shall I do? Call the police! Call the thought police? Ah screw it, call my Mum! She'll whack some sense into this seemingly delinquent child!"
That is exactly what you were thinking, right? I know, I know, I'm a psychic. You can reign your blessings and awe-struck comments on me anytime you please. All complaints about how perplexing you find my achieved goal can be lodged to Yo Mama. That's 69 So Fat Dr, Whaleville. Immaturity aside, I myself wonder why I put such an abstract thing at the top of my to-do list. You would think that your friendly neighbourhood academic medalist would be looking to do something more... intelligent. Oh wait, you wouldn't. Because anyone who knows anything about me could tell you that I am incapable of making serious goals. Even my "I want to get an A in this assignment" oh-so-craptacular-and-boring goals sound more like "I want to get an A to stick it to x teacher, and while I'm at it, I'm going to include y reference, just to see if they're biased enough to mark me down or up for it." Oh heaven above, I'd hate to teach me. Isn't it lucky that I'll never have to?
I get this feeling that I'm beating around the bush here. Or beating around the keyboard, if you will. Oh Pheebes, that's so lame, even for you. Internal monologuing, whoop whoop! I'm sorry, I must focus. Focus! *slap* I'm doubly sorry, I just had to insert a Total Drama reference there. We all know that I never grew up. Why do I get the feeling that this paragraph hasn't achieved anything yet? Oh right, it hasn't. Therefore, with a snap of my fingers and a click of my heels, I shall get to the point: it is the little things in life that you remember. Sure, I base a lot of my life around academics (and constantly complaining about academics) but the things that I learnt in tests or on assignments won't be the things that I remember in detail years later.
Getting myself into the store room was something that I discussed with whiteribbon back in the yesteryear of 2008. Actually, until then, neither of us knew that the school even had an underground store room, even though there are all of four proper buildings on the campus. It was so strange and earthy; unlike anywhere else in the school. So we decided that before we graduated, we'd somehow find a way to get into there again... Without supervision. Sadly, whiteribbon wasn't there when I finally got to do this, and it wasn't really that big of an event at the time. That depends on how you classify 'big', though, because I was literally bouncing off and trying to climb sloping concrete walls. I be special, kiddiez!
With that pointless goal over, I'm not sure what to promote to the top of my list. Sure, I could make it something like "Get a kick-ass OP" but what would be the fun in that? I'm thinking of either making it a) make sure that my faux marriage love triangle continues b) think of the best Inheritance Cycle chocolate milk drinking game shots for schoolies c) draw a moustache on my English teacher's face or d) serenade a random child. Oh yes children, I have a faux marriage love triangle. My memory fails me (I may have mentioned this before) but I was 'married' to TentuoTuo twice, and am currently 'married' to MissInvisible. My first marriage ended in death, communism, bats and hauntings. My second marriage, which had a proper ceremony in the library and everything, ended because Facebook messed up relationship statuses. And I'll be celebrating my one year marriage anniversary with MissI in about a month. It has been a good faux marriage. But I still like to keep things a little triangular with TT. One could say that neither my marriage to a gay guy or a straight girl have been completely successful so far. Gee, I wonder why?
Ohohoh! On the topic of goals, I just remembered that I completed a serious one today; I told my HPE teacher off for not knowing my name. Seriously, he has been teaching me for four years, and still calls me "girls," "ladies," "you," "um," or "Vandersay." The former is ClearlyUnfocused's nickname, not mine. Even AnonymousAlbino, who openly wags sport, is known to him. Bah. Anyway, he was telling my friends and I that he'd remember us in years to come.
"I'll remember you, Gojo. I'll remember you, Vandersay. I'll remember you... umm... errr..." he stuttered.
"And I'll always remember you as the teacher who never knew my name!" I retorted, half jokingly, but with a hint of bitterness. Luckily, he laughed it off. A minute later, he yelled my name at my from across the sports field. I think he thought I'd be impressed that he actually remembered, but I was too busy feeling smug that I'd finally told him off (albeit not seriously) after four years of annoyance.
Sport is also where I got the title of this post from. In true me-style, I completely stacked it when playing a sport that we had to create. I called it "Decapitation Ball" and that wasn't far off the mark. I found myself whacked by the ball, dragged and squished by people pulling me with a skipping rope, and thrown to the ground on two occasions. The first was rather serious, and caused me to skin and bruise both my knees (it still hurts to walk), graze my elbow and have a lrage headache. Oh, and my vision went all weird and black and stuff, but I didn't want to make a fuss. I'm not the type to complain about injuries at the time. I would have at least asked for ice, but as I mentioned, the PE teacher didn't and doesn't know that I exist.
So anyway, I have decided that the ground must have been so attracted to me that it had to pull me towards it in a painful embrace. Nothing to do with being pushed over, no, no. You know what else is attractive? Strawberries. Nothing beats strawberries. Except for passionfriut; passionfruit is smexy. No that isn't code, yes I am talking about actual fruit. No I do not have a fruit fetish, yes I eat more fruit than I do any other type of fruit. How did we even get on to fruit? I don't even, man. You know what else is attractive? The fact that I'm blogging again, and I spruced this place up a bit. Do you like my dodgy-but-improved background? See them clouds (the real question is one of the grammar this sentence)? They have silver linings! I am just so subtle like that. I could have made a different or more intricate background picture, but I think the style suits. It's like this blog; dodgy, cheesy, just a tad weird, but something that doesn't take itself too seriously. N'aww, picture metaphor.
Ah, I must depart to the land of slumber. I have to get up early tomorrow to buy another formal dress, because the one I waited for five months to get was shipped from America in the wrong colour. If something like that was going to happen to anyone, it would be me. I was really annoyed about this, but now I'm just finding it amusing. Okay chickens, hope you're totally estatic about my return to blogging. Or at least moved emotionally in any way. As long as it's not aroused, because that would just be disturbing. Speaking of which, I apparently looked like I was seducing someone today. I was so confused, because for all my sus joking, I really am still far too innocent in the brain. No, really, I didn't get how it looked like that at all. But then again, that's probably the problem. Problems can be problematic, my fine folk!
That's all there is. There isn't any more.
I think I'm drifting away from the point. Anyway, my massive-oh-so-big-goal was actually to hide in my school's underground store room just once. I can just hear you all facepalming at the anticlimax I created there.
"How obsece! Why would anyone make it their goal to be stuck in a dingy room that smells ofdirt and tree roots? The most exciting thing in there is a bunch of badminton nets. It is preposterous that anyone would base their schooling life around such a thing. I am offended! This is an outrage! Call 911! Ah, but this is Australia, so that number doesn't work! What shall I do? Call the police! Call the thought police? Ah screw it, call my Mum! She'll whack some sense into this seemingly delinquent child!"
That is exactly what you were thinking, right? I know, I know, I'm a psychic. You can reign your blessings and awe-struck comments on me anytime you please. All complaints about how perplexing you find my achieved goal can be lodged to Yo Mama. That's 69 So Fat Dr, Whaleville. Immaturity aside, I myself wonder why I put such an abstract thing at the top of my to-do list. You would think that your friendly neighbourhood academic medalist would be looking to do something more... intelligent. Oh wait, you wouldn't. Because anyone who knows anything about me could tell you that I am incapable of making serious goals. Even my "I want to get an A in this assignment" oh-so-craptacular-and-boring goals sound more like "I want to get an A to stick it to x teacher, and while I'm at it, I'm going to include y reference, just to see if they're biased enough to mark me down or up for it." Oh heaven above, I'd hate to teach me. Isn't it lucky that I'll never have to?
I get this feeling that I'm beating around the bush here. Or beating around the keyboard, if you will. Oh Pheebes, that's so lame, even for you. Internal monologuing, whoop whoop! I'm sorry, I must focus. Focus! *slap* I'm doubly sorry, I just had to insert a Total Drama reference there. We all know that I never grew up. Why do I get the feeling that this paragraph hasn't achieved anything yet? Oh right, it hasn't. Therefore, with a snap of my fingers and a click of my heels, I shall get to the point: it is the little things in life that you remember. Sure, I base a lot of my life around academics (and constantly complaining about academics) but the things that I learnt in tests or on assignments won't be the things that I remember in detail years later.
Getting myself into the store room was something that I discussed with whiteribbon back in the yesteryear of 2008. Actually, until then, neither of us knew that the school even had an underground store room, even though there are all of four proper buildings on the campus. It was so strange and earthy; unlike anywhere else in the school. So we decided that before we graduated, we'd somehow find a way to get into there again... Without supervision. Sadly, whiteribbon wasn't there when I finally got to do this, and it wasn't really that big of an event at the time. That depends on how you classify 'big', though, because I was literally bouncing off and trying to climb sloping concrete walls. I be special, kiddiez!
With that pointless goal over, I'm not sure what to promote to the top of my list. Sure, I could make it something like "Get a kick-ass OP" but what would be the fun in that? I'm thinking of either making it a) make sure that my faux marriage love triangle continues b) think of the best Inheritance Cycle chocolate milk drinking game shots for schoolies c) draw a moustache on my English teacher's face or d) serenade a random child. Oh yes children, I have a faux marriage love triangle. My memory fails me (I may have mentioned this before) but I was 'married' to TentuoTuo twice, and am currently 'married' to MissInvisible. My first marriage ended in death, communism, bats and hauntings. My second marriage, which had a proper ceremony in the library and everything, ended because Facebook messed up relationship statuses. And I'll be celebrating my one year marriage anniversary with MissI in about a month. It has been a good faux marriage. But I still like to keep things a little triangular with TT. One could say that neither my marriage to a gay guy or a straight girl have been completely successful so far. Gee, I wonder why?
Ohohoh! On the topic of goals, I just remembered that I completed a serious one today; I told my HPE teacher off for not knowing my name. Seriously, he has been teaching me for four years, and still calls me "girls," "ladies," "you," "um," or "Vandersay." The former is ClearlyUnfocused's nickname, not mine. Even AnonymousAlbino, who openly wags sport, is known to him. Bah. Anyway, he was telling my friends and I that he'd remember us in years to come.
"I'll remember you, Gojo. I'll remember you, Vandersay. I'll remember you... umm... errr..." he stuttered.
"And I'll always remember you as the teacher who never knew my name!" I retorted, half jokingly, but with a hint of bitterness. Luckily, he laughed it off. A minute later, he yelled my name at my from across the sports field. I think he thought I'd be impressed that he actually remembered, but I was too busy feeling smug that I'd finally told him off (albeit not seriously) after four years of annoyance.
Sport is also where I got the title of this post from. In true me-style, I completely stacked it when playing a sport that we had to create. I called it "Decapitation Ball" and that wasn't far off the mark. I found myself whacked by the ball, dragged and squished by people pulling me with a skipping rope, and thrown to the ground on two occasions. The first was rather serious, and caused me to skin and bruise both my knees (it still hurts to walk), graze my elbow and have a lrage headache. Oh, and my vision went all weird and black and stuff, but I didn't want to make a fuss. I'm not the type to complain about injuries at the time. I would have at least asked for ice, but as I mentioned, the PE teacher didn't and doesn't know that I exist.
So anyway, I have decided that the ground must have been so attracted to me that it had to pull me towards it in a painful embrace. Nothing to do with being pushed over, no, no. You know what else is attractive? Strawberries. Nothing beats strawberries. Except for passionfriut; passionfruit is smexy. No that isn't code, yes I am talking about actual fruit. No I do not have a fruit fetish, yes I eat more fruit than I do any other type of fruit. How did we even get on to fruit? I don't even, man. You know what else is attractive? The fact that I'm blogging again, and I spruced this place up a bit. Do you like my dodgy-but-improved background? See them clouds (the real question is one of the grammar this sentence)? They have silver linings! I am just so subtle like that. I could have made a different or more intricate background picture, but I think the style suits. It's like this blog; dodgy, cheesy, just a tad weird, but something that doesn't take itself too seriously. N'aww, picture metaphor.
Ah, I must depart to the land of slumber. I have to get up early tomorrow to buy another formal dress, because the one I waited for five months to get was shipped from America in the wrong colour. If something like that was going to happen to anyone, it would be me. I was really annoyed about this, but now I'm just finding it amusing. Okay chickens, hope you're totally estatic about my return to blogging. Or at least moved emotionally in any way. As long as it's not aroused, because that would just be disturbing. Speaking of which, I apparently looked like I was seducing someone today. I was so confused, because for all my sus joking, I really am still far too innocent in the brain. No, really, I didn't get how it looked like that at all. But then again, that's probably the problem. Problems can be problematic, my fine folk!
That's all there is. There isn't any more.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
What the tertiary education?
I really don't seem to have much luck in life. It took me my entire highschool life up until now to decide what I wanted to do next year. During the past five years, I've changed what profession I wanted to go into so many times, I've lost count. Last week alone, I changed what I wanted to do and what university I wanted to go to five times, no joke. But yesterday, I suddenly found my ideal course and University. Isn't it wonderful? The only problem is... It's in the middle of New South freakin' Wales. Usually when you are choosing a tertiary study place thing, you go "These are the ones in my city. I'll go to one of them." But, because I'm a special kid, I can't seem to operate like that.
I went to this careers expo on the weekend, and didn't really come across anything spectacular, as always. But yesterday I was flipping through some of the course brochures I'd picked up, and was drawn to the vibrant cover of the University of New England one. Normally, for anonimity's sake, I don't mention names of places, but I'm nowhere near it, so that doesn't exactly give much away. Turns out UNE has the most amazing International Studies degree, and the whole place is just beautiful. I completely fell in love with it. Seeing as I have pretty much no money, and I am, let's say, rather young, there is no way that I could move there next year. So, in the time that I should have been sleeping, I concocted an amazing plan: study the first year of a Diploma in Languages (Spanish) in mah city, and spend the rest of my time working to get enough money to make the move. I know, I am just so incredibly intelligent. I pride myself on the fact that everyone else was like "Yeah, I'm going to one of the big three universities in our state" and I was all "Stuff y'all, I'm heading somewhere different." But, let's face it, I've never been one to follow what everyone else is doing. I like to do my own thang.
So yes, despite the strangeness of the situation, I'd just like to sit here and gloat for a bit anout my awesome planning for my future. Not that my planning has really been that great. I mean, I've changed what course I wanted to do so many times. I think that's what made finding 'the one' more satisfying. No one told me to go there. No one told me to do that. At the time, I didn't even know of anyone who would be interested in going to university there. It was all my choice. And that's what makes me so satisfied with it.
I'm hoping that university forces me to be social or something. I mean, I like talking to people, but in moderation. At least if I'm not studying full time next year, I won't have to be stuck in books so much, which will be awesome. But, I should stop thinking of that. The mother of all anti-ninja total lamities is coming up in 6 weeks. Sitting a test that pretty much determines what I can do for the next few years? The word I'm looking fr here is 'shizballsofhorrible'. 'Scary' for all you people that are DSG-speak impared. Ooh, I should totally have my own language. That would be awetasticness. I wonder if there are people in the world who are annoyed by the use of such joint-words. Please excuse me while I go and muse about this...
... okay, I'm done. I haven't blogged in a while, so I should probably insert something about the random shiz that has been going o in my life. My school is having an Academic Assembly, and I'm getting an academic award. I don't know how, but I've managed to pull it off once again. Well, I do know how; it was through hard work, persistence and a lot of whinging. As much as I am looking forward to getting out of it, I've realised that I'll miss school when I leave. I know, sentimentality.
I shall cut this off before I go all cheesy on you. Hopefully I'll be back to blogging regularly soon, and have some interesting and fun shizzywobble to share. Buenos noches!
I went to this careers expo on the weekend, and didn't really come across anything spectacular, as always. But yesterday I was flipping through some of the course brochures I'd picked up, and was drawn to the vibrant cover of the University of New England one. Normally, for anonimity's sake, I don't mention names of places, but I'm nowhere near it, so that doesn't exactly give much away. Turns out UNE has the most amazing International Studies degree, and the whole place is just beautiful. I completely fell in love with it. Seeing as I have pretty much no money, and I am, let's say, rather young, there is no way that I could move there next year. So, in the time that I should have been sleeping, I concocted an amazing plan: study the first year of a Diploma in Languages (Spanish) in mah city, and spend the rest of my time working to get enough money to make the move. I know, I am just so incredibly intelligent. I pride myself on the fact that everyone else was like "Yeah, I'm going to one of the big three universities in our state" and I was all "Stuff y'all, I'm heading somewhere different." But, let's face it, I've never been one to follow what everyone else is doing. I like to do my own thang.
So yes, despite the strangeness of the situation, I'd just like to sit here and gloat for a bit anout my awesome planning for my future. Not that my planning has really been that great. I mean, I've changed what course I wanted to do so many times. I think that's what made finding 'the one' more satisfying. No one told me to go there. No one told me to do that. At the time, I didn't even know of anyone who would be interested in going to university there. It was all my choice. And that's what makes me so satisfied with it.
I'm hoping that university forces me to be social or something. I mean, I like talking to people, but in moderation. At least if I'm not studying full time next year, I won't have to be stuck in books so much, which will be awesome. But, I should stop thinking of that. The mother of all anti-ninja total lamities is coming up in 6 weeks. Sitting a test that pretty much determines what I can do for the next few years? The word I'm looking fr here is 'shizballsofhorrible'. 'Scary' for all you people that are DSG-speak impared. Ooh, I should totally have my own language. That would be awetasticness. I wonder if there are people in the world who are annoyed by the use of such joint-words. Please excuse me while I go and muse about this...
... okay, I'm done. I haven't blogged in a while, so I should probably insert something about the random shiz that has been going o in my life. My school is having an Academic Assembly, and I'm getting an academic award. I don't know how, but I've managed to pull it off once again. Well, I do know how; it was through hard work, persistence and a lot of whinging. As much as I am looking forward to getting out of it, I've realised that I'll miss school when I leave. I know, sentimentality.
I shall cut this off before I go all cheesy on you. Hopefully I'll be back to blogging regularly soon, and have some interesting and fun shizzywobble to share. Buenos noches!
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Let's Get Shizzywobble.
Goodness, gracious, great balls of ninja! It feels like so long since I last blogged! Actually, I haven't really being much on the social media side lately. But, I now feel compelled and obliged to blog, because I know just how deprived you've all been. What's that I hear? People screaming that they concur. Oh wait, that's just silence and my imagination. Mah bad! Well now, this is thoroughly awkward. Wait, you want me to keep blogging anyway? Oh this is amazing, tears of gratitude are pouring down my face.
Yeah, I don't even know what that was just then. See now, this is what happens when I decide to blog the day before I have to return to school. My brain is more than a little mixed up and fuzzy. On the pupil free day, I usually decide to do all the school-related things I should have been doing on the holidays. Well, I decide to do them, but I don't actually do them, because I'm lazy and unmotivated like that. Today I spent an hour practicing clarinet, which is the longest practice session I've had in quite a while. What can I say? I've been very uninspired. I wanted to practice oboe, but you know, the repair people didn't fix it at all, so I can't. Thanks guys, I really appreciate you not fixing my instrument.
I guess that gives me an excuse to not play it then. It's a shame that the one time I do feel like playing it, I can't. Well, not unless I'm comfortable playing it with half the note coming out incredibly airy and ridiculously flat. Whatevs. I'm going to read Macbeth soon, so I can get ahead for English. Not that I need to read it or anything, I just want to do it to annoy the other English teacher. He can't stand it when our class is ahead. That's right, I am maniacally laughing mwahahaha.
Unlike most "Oh-crap-tomorrow-my-holidays-end-and-I'm-back-at-school" days, I'm not feeling depressed. Seeing as the upcoming term is the most important and stressful in my school life, I probably should be. And, you know, there's the dreaded QCS test, which decides whether I can get into the courses I want to at uni. Plus, the majority of my marks come from this term, and it's just about my last chance to ensure I get an academic award. Which I won't, for the first time ever. Anyway, all of that loveliness aside, I'm feeling pretty pumped! I actually want to go back to school and try my best, and help anyone who isn't feeling that way feel happy. Which is going to be hard, because I guarantee that most people will come to school thoroughly depressed tomorrow. I'm sure my face will cheer them up lol jks it'll make them want to die even more.
This term is going to be my term! When I feel down, and I'm doubting myself, I'm going to re-read this, and get my confidence back up. My main problem with school this year has been whether or not I should try hard. Because, it's common knowledge that I am prone to killing myself over assignments (metaphorically. You didn't really think I was dead, did you?) and whinging about them a whole lot. So, I was all "Well, maybe I should slack off. That might make me happy." But, no-one likes a lazy bum. This term, I'm going to try my best, no matter what happens!
They say that your teenage years are the best years of your life. Well, I sure as heck don't know who 'they' are, and why they have the authority to tell all people when the best part of their lives are, but I do not believe this one bit. In my experience, teenage hood has been by far, the toughest and most stressful time of my life. Not only do you have to worry about a large workload, and making friends, but you're stuck in the strange purgatory. You're not a child, but you're not an adult either. This usually means that people act immature like children, but do things that adults do. I have always been frustrated by this. Then again, I've always been a bit of a special k. I will admit, I'm quite happy with where I am in life at the moment, but things can always be improved. I'm actually looking forward to improving them. I don't know what's up with the happy-sparkles optimistic mood at the moment, but I'm enjoying it.
There is much that I could blog about, but I need to go prepare for tomorrow. Overall, my holidays have been much more eventful than I thought they would be. In many different ways, I have learnt a lot about myself (lolz, mostly through emotionally purging on my parents. Pity those poor people.) Ohohoh! Guess what guys! I'm thinking of majoring in Philosophy next year. Not that it is really a career-leading thing, but hey, critical thinking is always sought after. I'll probably go with the Arts/International Hotel and Tourism Management, and end up doing Events Management. But, that's cool, because I'm good at it, and I do love organising things. Hopefully learning Spanish will also give me international opportunities, because I don't want to stay in Australia my whole life. I mean, it's awesomeballs of amazing here, but I want to see the world. And seriously, with Gillard in power, who would want to stick around? Worst Prime Minister ever? I think so. Oooh, now I've gone all political on you all.
Well, that was meant to be my concluding paragraph, but I can't very well end on Gillard. That would be a disgrace to everyone. I would like to add that I think that in the upcoming two months, everyone is going to need to be there for each other oh-so-much. So those unfortunate kiddiewinkles that get to see my sunshiney self at school every day, let's all help each other out and try our best! On that note, I shall leave you fine readers. Ciao for now!
Yeah, I don't even know what that was just then. See now, this is what happens when I decide to blog the day before I have to return to school. My brain is more than a little mixed up and fuzzy. On the pupil free day, I usually decide to do all the school-related things I should have been doing on the holidays. Well, I decide to do them, but I don't actually do them, because I'm lazy and unmotivated like that. Today I spent an hour practicing clarinet, which is the longest practice session I've had in quite a while. What can I say? I've been very uninspired. I wanted to practice oboe, but you know, the repair people didn't fix it at all, so I can't. Thanks guys, I really appreciate you not fixing my instrument.
I guess that gives me an excuse to not play it then. It's a shame that the one time I do feel like playing it, I can't. Well, not unless I'm comfortable playing it with half the note coming out incredibly airy and ridiculously flat. Whatevs. I'm going to read Macbeth soon, so I can get ahead for English. Not that I need to read it or anything, I just want to do it to annoy the other English teacher. He can't stand it when our class is ahead. That's right, I am maniacally laughing mwahahaha.
Unlike most "Oh-crap-tomorrow-my-holidays-end-and-I'm-back-at-school" days, I'm not feeling depressed. Seeing as the upcoming term is the most important and stressful in my school life, I probably should be. And, you know, there's the dreaded QCS test, which decides whether I can get into the courses I want to at uni. Plus, the majority of my marks come from this term, and it's just about my last chance to ensure I get an academic award. Which I won't, for the first time ever. Anyway, all of that loveliness aside, I'm feeling pretty pumped! I actually want to go back to school and try my best, and help anyone who isn't feeling that way feel happy. Which is going to be hard, because I guarantee that most people will come to school thoroughly depressed tomorrow. I'm sure my face will cheer them up lol jks it'll make them want to die even more.
This term is going to be my term! When I feel down, and I'm doubting myself, I'm going to re-read this, and get my confidence back up. My main problem with school this year has been whether or not I should try hard. Because, it's common knowledge that I am prone to killing myself over assignments (metaphorically. You didn't really think I was dead, did you?) and whinging about them a whole lot. So, I was all "Well, maybe I should slack off. That might make me happy." But, no-one likes a lazy bum. This term, I'm going to try my best, no matter what happens!
They say that your teenage years are the best years of your life. Well, I sure as heck don't know who 'they' are, and why they have the authority to tell all people when the best part of their lives are, but I do not believe this one bit. In my experience, teenage hood has been by far, the toughest and most stressful time of my life. Not only do you have to worry about a large workload, and making friends, but you're stuck in the strange purgatory. You're not a child, but you're not an adult either. This usually means that people act immature like children, but do things that adults do. I have always been frustrated by this. Then again, I've always been a bit of a special k. I will admit, I'm quite happy with where I am in life at the moment, but things can always be improved. I'm actually looking forward to improving them. I don't know what's up with the happy-sparkles optimistic mood at the moment, but I'm enjoying it.
There is much that I could blog about, but I need to go prepare for tomorrow. Overall, my holidays have been much more eventful than I thought they would be. In many different ways, I have learnt a lot about myself (lolz, mostly through emotionally purging on my parents. Pity those poor people.) Ohohoh! Guess what guys! I'm thinking of majoring in Philosophy next year. Not that it is really a career-leading thing, but hey, critical thinking is always sought after. I'll probably go with the Arts/International Hotel and Tourism Management, and end up doing Events Management. But, that's cool, because I'm good at it, and I do love organising things. Hopefully learning Spanish will also give me international opportunities, because I don't want to stay in Australia my whole life. I mean, it's awesomeballs of amazing here, but I want to see the world. And seriously, with Gillard in power, who would want to stick around? Worst Prime Minister ever? I think so. Oooh, now I've gone all political on you all.
Well, that was meant to be my concluding paragraph, but I can't very well end on Gillard. That would be a disgrace to everyone. I would like to add that I think that in the upcoming two months, everyone is going to need to be there for each other oh-so-much. So those unfortunate kiddiewinkles that get to see my sunshiney self at school every day, let's all help each other out and try our best! On that note, I shall leave you fine readers. Ciao for now!
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.
Yesterday, I found my first gray hair. I don't know how this is possible, considering the fact that I fairly frequently dye my hair a particularly dark shade of brown. But somehow, I gray ninja managed to defy all scientific reasoning, and escape the colouring. I must admit, at sixteen years of age, the last thing I expected to see when brushing my dark bangs, was a shiny, gray hair. What's with that anyway? Why is grey hair so much thicker and shinier than the rest? Maybe it's just because it wants to be all "Hey bros, look at me! I'm in ur hairz, makin u look old."
I like this idea much better than the scientific explanation of "It's because you're getting old. Old as in, closer to dying. Dying as in dead. Nothing. No longer part of this world." Because, let's face it, when you're sixteen, the last thing you want to think about is growing old and dying. So, like everyone who wants to ignore the truth, I swiftly ripped the grey hair from my head. Most people would simply throw it away, and pretend that it was never there. I, being my melodramatic self, went running through the house, waving it in the air and dramatically yelling
"I HAVE A GRAY HAIR! AT SIXTEEN! I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIE! WHY MUST I GET ALL THE BAD GENES IN THIS FAMILY? WAAAAAH!"
This was followed by a ranting session to my Dad about how he shouldn't have had the right to procreate. You see, my Dad started going grey around the time he entered highschool. I was hoping that I would get my Mum's genes for greying, because she is in her forties, and has probably had as many grey hairs as I have now. Unluckily, I got her extremely thin hair, rather than my Dad's think, dark head of gorgeousness. That's right, I got the thin hair and they greying. It is my common complaint that I got all the stuffed genes in the family. My parents usually respond with "Well, you are smart like us!" Little do they know, I was only talking about appearances.
Now, dear readers, I don't want you to all go out and assume that I am a hideous beast. I'm not great at complimenting myself, but this isn't true. I just seem to have ridiculously bad luck sometimes. I seem to always choose duds, and I have the worst luck when it comes to being overheard in conversation. But that's okay, because these things make for excellent anecdotes, don't they?
Surprisingly, I'm glad that I found a gray hair on my head. Why? Because I have been getting much too complacent about life at the moment, and assuming that things can just go on without changes or consequences. The hair proved to be the perfect visual reminder that life is short, and no matter what age you are, you cannot take anything for granted. My biggest fear in life is putting myself out there; sharing an opinion with people, even just simply talking to people, or posting something where it can be seen. I've hidden behind this fear for at lest five years, but now I've resolved to change it. The worst thing you can live with in life is regret, and doing nothing is worse than stuffing up.
One of the main reasons I haven't been blogging a lot lately, is because I don't want this blog to have too serious a tone, and I've had a lot of stuff going through my head. That and the fact that my computer completely crashed at least five times and had to go through days of intensive repair. Thankfully, it should be all good now.
Have you ever had a wake-up call about your life? Do you have any weird theories about why grey hair is so different? Feel free to share. My newest one is that the one grey hair was actually Excalibur in the form of a hair, being there just to bug me.
And remember the saying that everyone writes in birthday cards: growing up is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Or something like that. Just trust me though, I may be growing older, but I won't be growing up any time soon.
I like this idea much better than the scientific explanation of "It's because you're getting old. Old as in, closer to dying. Dying as in dead. Nothing. No longer part of this world." Because, let's face it, when you're sixteen, the last thing you want to think about is growing old and dying. So, like everyone who wants to ignore the truth, I swiftly ripped the grey hair from my head. Most people would simply throw it away, and pretend that it was never there. I, being my melodramatic self, went running through the house, waving it in the air and dramatically yelling
"I HAVE A GRAY HAIR! AT SIXTEEN! I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIE! WHY MUST I GET ALL THE BAD GENES IN THIS FAMILY? WAAAAAH!"
This was followed by a ranting session to my Dad about how he shouldn't have had the right to procreate. You see, my Dad started going grey around the time he entered highschool. I was hoping that I would get my Mum's genes for greying, because she is in her forties, and has probably had as many grey hairs as I have now. Unluckily, I got her extremely thin hair, rather than my Dad's think, dark head of gorgeousness. That's right, I got the thin hair and they greying. It is my common complaint that I got all the stuffed genes in the family. My parents usually respond with "Well, you are smart like us!" Little do they know, I was only talking about appearances.
Now, dear readers, I don't want you to all go out and assume that I am a hideous beast. I'm not great at complimenting myself, but this isn't true. I just seem to have ridiculously bad luck sometimes. I seem to always choose duds, and I have the worst luck when it comes to being overheard in conversation. But that's okay, because these things make for excellent anecdotes, don't they?
Surprisingly, I'm glad that I found a gray hair on my head. Why? Because I have been getting much too complacent about life at the moment, and assuming that things can just go on without changes or consequences. The hair proved to be the perfect visual reminder that life is short, and no matter what age you are, you cannot take anything for granted. My biggest fear in life is putting myself out there; sharing an opinion with people, even just simply talking to people, or posting something where it can be seen. I've hidden behind this fear for at lest five years, but now I've resolved to change it. The worst thing you can live with in life is regret, and doing nothing is worse than stuffing up.
One of the main reasons I haven't been blogging a lot lately, is because I don't want this blog to have too serious a tone, and I've had a lot of stuff going through my head. That and the fact that my computer completely crashed at least five times and had to go through days of intensive repair. Thankfully, it should be all good now.
Have you ever had a wake-up call about your life? Do you have any weird theories about why grey hair is so different? Feel free to share. My newest one is that the one grey hair was actually Excalibur in the form of a hair, being there just to bug me.
And remember the saying that everyone writes in birthday cards: growing up is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Or something like that. Just trust me though, I may be growing older, but I won't be growing up any time soon.
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