I think the title really say it all. It's Christmas Eve, I'm bored out of my mind, so I go to turn on my laptop, and as I go to get my power cord since the battery is dead, I notice that my laptop is crawling away in a million little pairs of legs. I don't know if this is just one of those things that come with living in the Australian tropics, but whenever it rains (as it does over Christmas) ants tend to nest in strange places, wherever is warmest for them. This means they go straight for the electronics. Last rainy season it was the printer. Now its my laptop.
Of course, the last thing you ever want to do is talk to the Cleaning Nazi about how you've been sheltering a jolly bunch of critters in your bedroom for the past month or so. And you REALLY don't want to tell her this on Christmas Eve, where she is frantically trying to learn how to correctly fold napkins in time for the family breakfast tomorrow morning. I had to though. I got the usual "well you're obviously a disgusting animal who doesn't clean their room" lecture, but other than that, she left me alone because she had better things to do. I looked in my room, and there's no food or anything in there, except for a sealed pack of gum that seems to have never been touched by ants. So I assume its the warm and dry aspect of my laptop that makes it so appealing to ants.
Other than the ants, I don't have much more to say. I've been working a lot, yet I am still broke because I've been buying Christmas presents for everyone. Got all my shoppping done fairly early, except for one person who already knows what they're getting, and we'll just go to the alcohol place together to get it when we buy drinks for New Years Eve
That's about it at the moment. Merry Christmas/Happy holidays for those who aren't into Christmas. Have fun, keep safe, and try not to blast the crappy carols too loud.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Oh Makeup, how I love you! (Warning, lots of pics)
I don't know why, but I love makeup. The people I know may not know that, but I do. Here in Townsville, for 11 out of the 12 months in a year, it is way too freaking hot to wear makeup, because it melts right off your face. Have you ever seen a person wearing foundation who is sweating? They get an orange moustache. And I'm already unattractive enough WITHOUT the orange moustache.
Anyway, I love makeup. I love looking at it. I love buying it. I love putting it on. I don't love looking at my pores too closely, freaking out, and scrubbing my face because it looks weird, but I do that anyway.
I don't even remember when I started using makeup. It was later than a lot of my friends, because I wasn't quite as vain as some of them, or maybe it was just because I accept that makeup can enhance, but not change me. Of course, I refer to the acceptable amount of makeup for daily usage. Modelling/photoshoot makeup CAN change you into a completely different person. See this person below, who is not me.
Anyway, I love makeup. I love looking at it. I love buying it. I love putting it on. I don't love looking at my pores too closely, freaking out, and scrubbing my face because it looks weird, but I do that anyway.
I don't even remember when I started using makeup. It was later than a lot of my friends, because I wasn't quite as vain as some of them, or maybe it was just because I accept that makeup can enhance, but not change me. Of course, I refer to the acceptable amount of makeup for daily usage. Modelling/photoshoot makeup CAN change you into a completely different person. See this person below, who is not me.
Believe it or not, that is the same person. I'm not saying the first picture is bad or anything, its fine. It shows that she's a normal girl. In the second photo, she's the most stunning person I've ever seen. I have honestly fallen in love with the photos from this photoshoot. And they were taken just down the road from where I live. It's about 2 minutes walking distance from where I am sitting right now. Anyway, my point is, makeup can change you, if you don't mind caking on the foundation and making it look like your makeup is a separate entity, guarding your precious skin. For daily use, it can enhance you, but not change you.
I've been thinking about doing a post about this topic for a while now. Kind of. I was going to write about how people's photos can be misleading, and how people are completely not-photogenic. And since I bought $50 of makeup today, I thought I'd talk about it all at once.
Today I felt like spending some money, so went to the chemist and scoured their bargain bins. Everything I bought today was under $5, but it added up to nearly $50.
I got:
Shampoo and conditioner, 2 for $5
2 types of mascara
Lipgloss
Lipstick
4 different types of eyeshadow, with each pallet having 5 colours on it.
1 massive eyeshadow pallet with 18 colours on it.
Eyeliner
This sounds ridiculous, since I already have several pallets of eyeshadow already, each with 10+ colours, but I just wanted to add 38 more colours to my collection. I'm very particular about my makeup, particularly eye shadow, since it needs to be decent quality. I don't shop for certain brands though, I look for variety in colours, and how long it's going to last, and how loose the powder is (if it's too loose, it goes everywhere but the eyes). I find that the so called high-quality brands are incredibly overpriced and boring.
I searched for "tropical eyeshadow", and this is what Dior has to offer. That's bullshit. There's 3 everyday wear colours (and boring ones at that) as well as a hideous green colour. That's not tropical at all.
This website, however, has the sort of colours I go for. In fact, those are the pallets I bought today. I got Fiesta (golds, oranges, browns), Tease (multicoloured) , Chromatic (silvers, purples, browns, very metallic) , and Serenade (pinks and purples). As you can see, I like the ridiculously bright, unusual colours for my eyeshadow. But what I'm saying is, the cheap stuff usually is better. It's a different story for foundation though.
I'm sick of talking about makeup, it's too hot to even think about it without feeling like you're melting here (good old Aussie summers).
About photogenic people:
I am not one of them. I look terrible in photos. They just capture me at the absolute worst possible moment. Like when I'm blinking, eating, sneezing, laughing, scratching, or in the worst case scenario, all these at the same time. Let's show you some examples, using pictures of me. You've only ever seen one, and it's purposely small and hard to see, so lets see some more.
Making the pic extra large so you can get the full effect of "WTF is she doing?"
And then there's photos like this one below, where I purposefully make a stupid face, then astound myself at how I managed to contort my face in such a strange manner.
But there's some not-so-bad ones too.
Above: My eighteenth birthday.
Below: Some random photoshoot thing I did because it was $40 as opposed to $500
I really can't be bothered writing more, so I'll just say that I look terrible in photos. And it's not fair. What if I had a stalker, and they saw all of the photos of me on facebook and decided I was too ugly to stalk? I've already had people judge my looks by my facebook photos, and I wasn't too happy about what they said. Still, I think that my photos should realistically represent ME, good and bad angles. I'm not one of those people that demands every bad photo of me to be deleted, simply because they're all bad. I know one person who does this. She's 6ft+, and not the skinniest person around. Yet, in the photos she shows on facebook, there would be no way to tell this. I've been yelled at before because I took a photo of her that shows her body below the shoulders. So, her photos look pretty good, but they don't look like HER. But each to their own. People do what they can, to look as good as they can.
I'd just rather look honest.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Might as well update.
So I haven't been doing much lately. I've started a free one week trial at the uni gym, to see if it was any good. I really like it, and even if no one else goes with me, I'll probably keep going back. Mum keeps asking me if I'm in pain yet, and she reckons I'm not doing anything because I'm not hurting. MAYBE, just maybe, I'm not in pain because I'm only 18, and not approaching 50 like her. Just because she's old and weak, that doesn't mean I am too.
Anyway, I'd just like to say that after the last two days of gym > work > sleep > gym > work > blog post, I'm starting to feel it. When I laugh. My rock hard abs ache. Unfortunately, I've done a lot of laughing lately. I have a brilliant plan for a friend's Christmas present, which I won't share on here, just to keep you guessing.
I'm craving an energy drink, but it's 11pm. Can't do that. Naughty naughty.
Anyway, I'd just like to say that after the last two days of gym > work > sleep > gym > work > blog post, I'm starting to feel it. When I laugh. My rock hard abs ache. Unfortunately, I've done a lot of laughing lately. I have a brilliant plan for a friend's Christmas present, which I won't share on here, just to keep you guessing.
I'm craving an energy drink, but it's 11pm. Can't do that. Naughty naughty.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Last Night's Dream.
Now, normally my dreams don't bother me. I have pretty average dreams, like a jumble of the events and thoughts from that day. Like, I bought face wash once and I had a dream about it. That sort of thing. But last night's dream was a bit different, because it sort of means something to me. And not in the way that I had to use a dream dictionary and pull out some ridiculous Freudian interpretation. I woke up and thought it was a nightmare, for reasons that I will detail later. But the more I thought about it, I realised I was actually the bad guy in my dream, and I realised the effect that my real life actions may be having on other people, even if my subconscious presented it to me in an exaggerated fashion.
I realise I may be completely wrong about this interpretation, but it doesn't hurt if I change my ways for the better because of it.
Now, there's quite a few aspects to this dream, but from what I remember, there were 3 main parts. They mostly revolve around me, my boyfriend, and a select few friends.
The first part I remember is that I was in a lounge room, on a couch with some friends. We had guns, and we were shooting people rather nonchalantly. We saw them as the bad guys attacking us, so we had no problem with these bodies piling up around us. Then the boyfriend comes towards us. He's not angry or anything, but I shoot at him anyway. He still doesn't get angry, and I keep shooting until I rum out of bullets. By now, he has a massive hole in his chest. Right in the middle. A big, gaping hole right through him where his heart should be. It doesn't bleed, and he's still not angry at me. My friends chuck a few insults his way, and he comes a bit closer. Of course, we're terrified. I thought he was going to hurt me, that he wanted revenge because I put a hole in him, or maybe I just made it bigger?
But he didn't get revenge on me. He took me by the hand, and we went to the movies. Some different friends were there, and they told us they were seeing a different movie, but they were in the same cinema, sitting next to us. Some women sat behind us, and my friends were talking to them about the movie they were going to watch. They mentioned the name of it: "Differentiate". It's a ridiculous name for a movie, but that's what it was. So my friends are chatting away, the boyfriend is sitting there happily and quietly, still with a hole in his chest, while I'm crapping myself, thinking he's going to kill me any second.
I don't remember exactly what happened next, but the dream changes settings. I'm with the BF on a grassy hill. There's heaps of people around, like there's a concert or something going to happen. We're sitting there, and he's just talking casually with me. I ask him if he's angry at me, and he couldn't understand why he would be. I'm still terrified.
It changes again, and it's night time now. I'm in a car with people, I don't know who, and I don't recognise the car at all, but in the dream it seemed normal to me. We were going to a water tower, or some sort of man-made structure. I think it was near a farm or something, but we were trespassing on someone's property, just to carve a message onto this wooden tower thing. I don't remember the message or anything, but it had something to do with graduation.
The rest of the dream is fuzzy, but I went to different places, carving a message into things. The whole time I was worrying about the BF, and what he was going to do.
When I woke up, I was still terrified. Not of my boyfriend, but the fact that my subconscious could generate feelings of terror at his image. I don't want to be scared of him. It's the opposite, I want to be with him as much as possible. So why was I dreaming about this?
I originally took it at face value, that I dreamed about shooting people, and them having ridiculous injuries. I googled "hole in my chest dream interpretation" and nothing came up. I kept thinking about it. Normally I don't bother thinking about something apparently meaningless, but the emotions I felt that lingered after I woke up were really disturbing me. So I thought about it.
Now, you may need a bit of backstory for this part, but it's kind of personal, so I won't go into depth. Anyway, my boyfriend isn't the most emotional person. There's a reason for that, but it creeps people out so you don't need to know. But he's not as deeply affected by emotions as other people. His mother died almost exactly a year ago, and from what I saw, there wasn't much of a grieving process. He told me he didn't even cry at her funeral. But I'm thinking (I haven't spoken to him about this, just my thoughts) that the emotions are there, but they're just internalized. So it's not that he doesn't have them, he just doesn't show it. And that's what the hole in the chest is about. He has all these emotions eating him away on the inside, and my disregard for his feelings (the bullets from my dreams) is tearing him open until it's all laid bare. The friend who was helping me shoot him in my dream is also known in my circle of friends as the loud/brutally honest/uncivilized one who speaks her mind. Especially in relation to my boyfriend. They tease each other and stuff, but sometimes the things she (and all my friends) says to me about him gets to me. It goes beyond joking around, and gets quite hurtful, and even if he doesn't know it, and he wouldn't care, it still hurts me.
Anyway, I found it interesting that she was the one there helping me hurt him.
Hmmm, what else. I think the movie part was just provoked by the fact that we went to the movies together a few days ago, and that I made him choose, so that I knew we were watching what HE wanted to see (I didn't tell him that I'd already seen it until after we got out).
But it's just little things like that that trip me up. I forget that even if he doesn't have the same sorts of emotions, he still has likes and dislikes and wants and needs, and I feel absolutely terrible that I've never really thought of him in that way. I haven't done anything bad to him, that I know of. I haven't hurt his feelings as far as I know, I just haven't really taken them into account. Just because he hides them, doesn't mean they don't exist. I feel so bad. And I think the fear from my dream is not because I think he's going to seek revenge or anything, it's that I'm afraid of what will happen to me when we break up. I know he won't intentionally hurt me physically, I'm just worried that the pain is going to cause a metaphorical hole in my chest to match his. He may not intentionally get revenge with malicious intent, it might just happen along the way.
I realise I may be completely wrong about this interpretation, but it doesn't hurt if I change my ways for the better because of it.
Now, there's quite a few aspects to this dream, but from what I remember, there were 3 main parts. They mostly revolve around me, my boyfriend, and a select few friends.
The first part I remember is that I was in a lounge room, on a couch with some friends. We had guns, and we were shooting people rather nonchalantly. We saw them as the bad guys attacking us, so we had no problem with these bodies piling up around us. Then the boyfriend comes towards us. He's not angry or anything, but I shoot at him anyway. He still doesn't get angry, and I keep shooting until I rum out of bullets. By now, he has a massive hole in his chest. Right in the middle. A big, gaping hole right through him where his heart should be. It doesn't bleed, and he's still not angry at me. My friends chuck a few insults his way, and he comes a bit closer. Of course, we're terrified. I thought he was going to hurt me, that he wanted revenge because I put a hole in him, or maybe I just made it bigger?
But he didn't get revenge on me. He took me by the hand, and we went to the movies. Some different friends were there, and they told us they were seeing a different movie, but they were in the same cinema, sitting next to us. Some women sat behind us, and my friends were talking to them about the movie they were going to watch. They mentioned the name of it: "Differentiate". It's a ridiculous name for a movie, but that's what it was. So my friends are chatting away, the boyfriend is sitting there happily and quietly, still with a hole in his chest, while I'm crapping myself, thinking he's going to kill me any second.
I don't remember exactly what happened next, but the dream changes settings. I'm with the BF on a grassy hill. There's heaps of people around, like there's a concert or something going to happen. We're sitting there, and he's just talking casually with me. I ask him if he's angry at me, and he couldn't understand why he would be. I'm still terrified.
It changes again, and it's night time now. I'm in a car with people, I don't know who, and I don't recognise the car at all, but in the dream it seemed normal to me. We were going to a water tower, or some sort of man-made structure. I think it was near a farm or something, but we were trespassing on someone's property, just to carve a message onto this wooden tower thing. I don't remember the message or anything, but it had something to do with graduation.
The rest of the dream is fuzzy, but I went to different places, carving a message into things. The whole time I was worrying about the BF, and what he was going to do.
When I woke up, I was still terrified. Not of my boyfriend, but the fact that my subconscious could generate feelings of terror at his image. I don't want to be scared of him. It's the opposite, I want to be with him as much as possible. So why was I dreaming about this?
I originally took it at face value, that I dreamed about shooting people, and them having ridiculous injuries. I googled "hole in my chest dream interpretation" and nothing came up. I kept thinking about it. Normally I don't bother thinking about something apparently meaningless, but the emotions I felt that lingered after I woke up were really disturbing me. So I thought about it.
Now, you may need a bit of backstory for this part, but it's kind of personal, so I won't go into depth. Anyway, my boyfriend isn't the most emotional person. There's a reason for that, but it creeps people out so you don't need to know. But he's not as deeply affected by emotions as other people. His mother died almost exactly a year ago, and from what I saw, there wasn't much of a grieving process. He told me he didn't even cry at her funeral. But I'm thinking (I haven't spoken to him about this, just my thoughts) that the emotions are there, but they're just internalized. So it's not that he doesn't have them, he just doesn't show it. And that's what the hole in the chest is about. He has all these emotions eating him away on the inside, and my disregard for his feelings (the bullets from my dreams) is tearing him open until it's all laid bare. The friend who was helping me shoot him in my dream is also known in my circle of friends as the loud/brutally honest/uncivilized one who speaks her mind. Especially in relation to my boyfriend. They tease each other and stuff, but sometimes the things she (and all my friends) says to me about him gets to me. It goes beyond joking around, and gets quite hurtful, and even if he doesn't know it, and he wouldn't care, it still hurts me.
Anyway, I found it interesting that she was the one there helping me hurt him.
Hmmm, what else. I think the movie part was just provoked by the fact that we went to the movies together a few days ago, and that I made him choose, so that I knew we were watching what HE wanted to see (I didn't tell him that I'd already seen it until after we got out).
But it's just little things like that that trip me up. I forget that even if he doesn't have the same sorts of emotions, he still has likes and dislikes and wants and needs, and I feel absolutely terrible that I've never really thought of him in that way. I haven't done anything bad to him, that I know of. I haven't hurt his feelings as far as I know, I just haven't really taken them into account. Just because he hides them, doesn't mean they don't exist. I feel so bad. And I think the fear from my dream is not because I think he's going to seek revenge or anything, it's that I'm afraid of what will happen to me when we break up. I know he won't intentionally hurt me physically, I'm just worried that the pain is going to cause a metaphorical hole in my chest to match his. He may not intentionally get revenge with malicious intent, it might just happen along the way.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
30th of November: Well, I tried my best.
I think today is the last day of November. That means that unless I can write 20,000+ words by midnight, I've failed NaNoWriMo. And I'm pretty sure I wont be doing that.
Just an update, letting you all know I'm still alive.
I'm still waiting to get uni results back. I got my criminology essay back yesterday, and I got a High Distinction, but I still don't know what I got for my speech, or my overall mark.
Lately, I've been catching the bus around to shopping centres and stuff, just to get out of the house. I did this today, and I had quite a successful shopping trip. I got 3 different Sims 3 expansion packs, totalling at $100. While this may seem like a rip off to you non-gamers, I don't give a damn. I like it.
I got a Smiggle umbrella and case for $20, which I love. I also got a green sparkly 2011 diary which is so pretty that I'll HAVE to use it.
Got some dry shampoo, which is awesome. When you're too lazy to wash your hair, you spray this in and it soaks up all the oil and stuff, and you have cleaner hair than before. Not perfectly clean, but cleaner.
Hmm, what else?
I've been working a lot lately, only getting 2 days off a week, right up until Christmas. My savings aren't going THAT well. I'm stuck at about $1000 at the moment. I'll get there though. Eventually.
Not much else to say at the moment. I'll be going to the BF's house soon, so I'll keep going when I come back.
Also, why does the Stats tab on Blogger no longer work for me?
Just an update, letting you all know I'm still alive.
I'm still waiting to get uni results back. I got my criminology essay back yesterday, and I got a High Distinction, but I still don't know what I got for my speech, or my overall mark.
Lately, I've been catching the bus around to shopping centres and stuff, just to get out of the house. I did this today, and I had quite a successful shopping trip. I got 3 different Sims 3 expansion packs, totalling at $100. While this may seem like a rip off to you non-gamers, I don't give a damn. I like it.
I got a Smiggle umbrella and case for $20, which I love. I also got a green sparkly 2011 diary which is so pretty that I'll HAVE to use it.
Got some dry shampoo, which is awesome. When you're too lazy to wash your hair, you spray this in and it soaks up all the oil and stuff, and you have cleaner hair than before. Not perfectly clean, but cleaner.
Hmm, what else?
I've been working a lot lately, only getting 2 days off a week, right up until Christmas. My savings aren't going THAT well. I'm stuck at about $1000 at the moment. I'll get there though. Eventually.
Not much else to say at the moment. I'll be going to the BF's house soon, so I'll keep going when I come back.
Also, why does the Stats tab on Blogger no longer work for me?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
20th of November: Oh crap.
I think I can say I've officially given up on NaNoWriMo. I don't want to, but I'm pretty sure I can never catch up now. I think I might struggle my way to 30,000 then call it a day. It's still an achievement, considering the longest thing I wrote before this month was like 2000 words.
I might as well catch you up on the last day or two. I didn't get my Chinese food. Or my Oportos. Or any of that. I got Hungry Jack's though. That night, there was a massive thunderstorm. It was pretty cool. I took some photos of the clouds before it started, they looked kind of freaky, but I can't be bothered uploading it onto the computer. But yeah. There was a massive storm, and because it's that time of the year, there will be plenty more to come.
My boyfriend re-emerged for a little while, mostly to troll me on facebook. Today after work I called him, and he put me on loudspeaker so his Call of Duty bros could listen to me as well. I convinced him to come over tonight and keep me company, since my parents went to a party. He's gone home now, and I'm just sitting, chilling, and typing. Fine by me.
Now, I'm sure that I've mentioned my recent car obsession. However, I just looked through my last few blogs, and I can't see it. Weird. Anyway, I'm saving up for a car, and working towards finally getting my license. Here, you have to do 100 hours in a logbook, have your learners for one year, and pass the driving test. So far, I've had my license for 2 years, and I've only done 70 hours. My logbook was filled out wrong, so I'm just going to copy everything out again into a new book, and I'm lazy, which is why I didn't do this 2 years ago. Anyway, I've agreed with my parents for them to match me dollar for dollar for a car. I was planning on having $1500 by January, but I think I can do better. Currently, I have $900, and it's still 5 weeks to Christmas! I think that even if I save up more than $1500, I'll only buy a $3000 car anyway, so I have money for rego and stuff. And so I'm not completely broke, because my family still expects Christmas presents. Once I get a car, I might start looking for a second job, that I can just do 1 shift a week at, just so I can break it up a bit, or I might just take on more at the toy store, who knows?
Well, I don't think I have much more to say, so I think I'll work on my logbook a bit more.
I might as well catch you up on the last day or two. I didn't get my Chinese food. Or my Oportos. Or any of that. I got Hungry Jack's though. That night, there was a massive thunderstorm. It was pretty cool. I took some photos of the clouds before it started, they looked kind of freaky, but I can't be bothered uploading it onto the computer. But yeah. There was a massive storm, and because it's that time of the year, there will be plenty more to come.
My boyfriend re-emerged for a little while, mostly to troll me on facebook. Today after work I called him, and he put me on loudspeaker so his Call of Duty bros could listen to me as well. I convinced him to come over tonight and keep me company, since my parents went to a party. He's gone home now, and I'm just sitting, chilling, and typing. Fine by me.
Now, I'm sure that I've mentioned my recent car obsession. However, I just looked through my last few blogs, and I can't see it. Weird. Anyway, I'm saving up for a car, and working towards finally getting my license. Here, you have to do 100 hours in a logbook, have your learners for one year, and pass the driving test. So far, I've had my license for 2 years, and I've only done 70 hours. My logbook was filled out wrong, so I'm just going to copy everything out again into a new book, and I'm lazy, which is why I didn't do this 2 years ago. Anyway, I've agreed with my parents for them to match me dollar for dollar for a car. I was planning on having $1500 by January, but I think I can do better. Currently, I have $900, and it's still 5 weeks to Christmas! I think that even if I save up more than $1500, I'll only buy a $3000 car anyway, so I have money for rego and stuff. And so I'm not completely broke, because my family still expects Christmas presents. Once I get a car, I might start looking for a second job, that I can just do 1 shift a week at, just so I can break it up a bit, or I might just take on more at the toy store, who knows?
Well, I don't think I have much more to say, so I think I'll work on my logbook a bit more.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
18th of November: Part 3. I really want Chinese food.
As the title says, I really want Chinese food. I also really want to reach 30, 000 words so I'm not so far behind.
No, I don't want Chinese food. I NEED Chinese food. My thighs don't, but my mind does. I want fried rice. Dim Sims. Honey chicken. Sweet and sour pork. Stir fry. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN THE FOOD COURT?
I also NEED Oportos. It's like a burger place, and there's only one in Townsville. And it's amazing. It has grilled chicken burgers, and they're somehow different to the other fast food shit. I don't know how, but it's different. Their chips are awesome too. And their sauce. It's all hot sauce, but there's different variations. BBQ Chilli and Mayo, Sweet chilli, Hot chilli, Garlic aioli sauce. Oh man, it's too much.
There's Sumo Salad too. They sell salads (like the chicken schnitzel and avocado salad), pastas (like that green shit I ate last time), and rolls (the most godly thing I have ever tasted). I think they have fruit salads and yogurts and stuff too, but I'm not into that.
There's also a shop called A Spoonful of Sugar. It's a lolly store, and it sells all the American stuff we don't normally get here. They have fudge, chocolate bars, different types of soft drink, poptarts (!), gourmet lollipops, and JUNIOR MINTS. Do you know how hard it is to find Junior Mints? Which sucks, because they're the greatest thing I've ever had the pleasure of consuming. I very nearly choked my boyfriend to death when I realised he sold Junior Mints where he worked, and he never told me until I went in there. Bitch.
I'm not even hungry. I just want something in my mouth. Something edible and delicious. I'm waiting impatiently for the Cleaning Nazi to come home from work, so she can take me to shove deliciousness down my throat. Not long now... Any minute....
(Total = 28, 206 words)
No, I don't want Chinese food. I NEED Chinese food. My thighs don't, but my mind does. I want fried rice. Dim Sims. Honey chicken. Sweet and sour pork. Stir fry. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN THE FOOD COURT?
I also NEED Oportos. It's like a burger place, and there's only one in Townsville. And it's amazing. It has grilled chicken burgers, and they're somehow different to the other fast food shit. I don't know how, but it's different. Their chips are awesome too. And their sauce. It's all hot sauce, but there's different variations. BBQ Chilli and Mayo, Sweet chilli, Hot chilli, Garlic aioli sauce. Oh man, it's too much.
There's Sumo Salad too. They sell salads (like the chicken schnitzel and avocado salad), pastas (like that green shit I ate last time), and rolls (the most godly thing I have ever tasted). I think they have fruit salads and yogurts and stuff too, but I'm not into that.
There's also a shop called A Spoonful of Sugar. It's a lolly store, and it sells all the American stuff we don't normally get here. They have fudge, chocolate bars, different types of soft drink, poptarts (!), gourmet lollipops, and JUNIOR MINTS. Do you know how hard it is to find Junior Mints? Which sucks, because they're the greatest thing I've ever had the pleasure of consuming. I very nearly choked my boyfriend to death when I realised he sold Junior Mints where he worked, and he never told me until I went in there. Bitch.
I'm not even hungry. I just want something in my mouth. Something edible and delicious. I'm waiting impatiently for the Cleaning Nazi to come home from work, so she can take me to shove deliciousness down my throat. Not long now... Any minute....
(Total = 28, 206 words)
18th of Novmeber: Part 2. Pigs make terrible engineers.
I'd just like to start out with this.
It's only been 8 hours since my last post, and I used that time to sleep. But I figured I may as well take advantage of all this spare time I have this morning by blogging. Last night's post counts as today's, but I'll keep writing as if this is a new day. I'm about 3000 words behind, so I could catch up if I just had one solid post. Unfortuately, I don't think this will be it. I'll try though.
The other day, I saw an advertisement for Brainetics. It's supposed to be athletics for you brain, hence the name. Since it's one of those ads that go for like 20 minutes and sell you stuff, I assume its a scam. It looks pretty interesting though. The ad consists of this: A guy is teaching an incredibly racially diverse maths class, full of model-standard ten year olds. Seems normal, this clearly isn't set up. The teacher asks a stupidly difficult question, and the children all jump at the chance to answer it. Now, I'm in university, and I don't really know how to multiply. And these kids are multiplying double digit numbers. I can't compete, I don't know my 42 times tables yet. So, I am impressed by these wonderfully diverse, intelligent mini-mathematicians. But that's all part of the plan. The ad then begins to tell me that MY children can also have these same math super powers. I'm guessing my children come in the box with the flashcards, or are they sold separately? Anyway, it's supposed to teach kids the easiest and most effective maths strategies. If it actually does what it claims to, then it seems amazing. But as with most things, with the effort you put into making this work, you might as well put the effort into learning maths the normal way.
Many people have made points about it being all shortcuts, and no real learning. They say that children will have trouble later on in high school, when they're required to make their own equations and think outside the box. This is probably true. After all, there is the Law of Associative Inhibition that states that: “If a is already connected with b, then it is difficult to connect it with k, b gets in the way”. In this situation, maths is already connected with the brainetics strategy, then it is difficult to connect maths with another strategy of learning, because brainetics gets in the way. You learn something, how to use a cash register for example, then when you are presented with a new one, you're disorientated, making mistakes all over the place. This is what will probably happen with braintetics. It seems good for the younger years, when they're still learning the basics of maths, but when the kids get to older grades, they're screwed. The parents are also screwed over by the payment plans. They can pay $100 up front, or they can pay a $15 trial, then fork out 2 payments of $99. So, you can take a risk and pay $100, or be really careful and wary of it's scammy-ness, and pay $213. Not suspicious at all, is it?
Enough about that. During my internet trawling to find a blog topic, I was linked to the MMMBop video, by Hanson. If you've somewhow escaped the unpleasantness that is Hanson, here you go. Actually, it's not that bad. But it could get annoying if I heard it constantly, as what happened in the 90s. I did some research on the song, for some strange reason, and I came across something brilliant. A high school in America came up with a fundraising campaign called "Stop the Bop". The school played the song constantly before class, after class, and between classes until they raised their target amount of money, and "Stopped the Bop". Now, I think this is genius. Seriously. I want to go back in time to when my grade was raising money for formal, just so we can melt some brains and earn money at the same time.
Speaking of formal, it's been nearly a year now. For you Americans, formal for us is your prom/graduation/I don't even know.
It's only been 8 hours since my last post, and I used that time to sleep. But I figured I may as well take advantage of all this spare time I have this morning by blogging. Last night's post counts as today's, but I'll keep writing as if this is a new day. I'm about 3000 words behind, so I could catch up if I just had one solid post. Unfortuately, I don't think this will be it. I'll try though.
The other day, I saw an advertisement for Brainetics. It's supposed to be athletics for you brain, hence the name. Since it's one of those ads that go for like 20 minutes and sell you stuff, I assume its a scam. It looks pretty interesting though. The ad consists of this: A guy is teaching an incredibly racially diverse maths class, full of model-standard ten year olds. Seems normal, this clearly isn't set up. The teacher asks a stupidly difficult question, and the children all jump at the chance to answer it. Now, I'm in university, and I don't really know how to multiply. And these kids are multiplying double digit numbers. I can't compete, I don't know my 42 times tables yet. So, I am impressed by these wonderfully diverse, intelligent mini-mathematicians. But that's all part of the plan. The ad then begins to tell me that MY children can also have these same math super powers. I'm guessing my children come in the box with the flashcards, or are they sold separately? Anyway, it's supposed to teach kids the easiest and most effective maths strategies. If it actually does what it claims to, then it seems amazing. But as with most things, with the effort you put into making this work, you might as well put the effort into learning maths the normal way.
Many people have made points about it being all shortcuts, and no real learning. They say that children will have trouble later on in high school, when they're required to make their own equations and think outside the box. This is probably true. After all, there is the Law of Associative Inhibition that states that: “If a is already connected with b, then it is difficult to connect it with k, b gets in the way”. In this situation, maths is already connected with the brainetics strategy, then it is difficult to connect maths with another strategy of learning, because brainetics gets in the way. You learn something, how to use a cash register for example, then when you are presented with a new one, you're disorientated, making mistakes all over the place. This is what will probably happen with braintetics. It seems good for the younger years, when they're still learning the basics of maths, but when the kids get to older grades, they're screwed. The parents are also screwed over by the payment plans. They can pay $100 up front, or they can pay a $15 trial, then fork out 2 payments of $99. So, you can take a risk and pay $100, or be really careful and wary of it's scammy-ness, and pay $213. Not suspicious at all, is it?
Enough about that. During my internet trawling to find a blog topic, I was linked to the MMMBop video, by Hanson. If you've somewhow escaped the unpleasantness that is Hanson, here you go. Actually, it's not that bad. But it could get annoying if I heard it constantly, as what happened in the 90s. I did some research on the song, for some strange reason, and I came across something brilliant. A high school in America came up with a fundraising campaign called "Stop the Bop". The school played the song constantly before class, after class, and between classes until they raised their target amount of money, and "Stopped the Bop". Now, I think this is genius. Seriously. I want to go back in time to when my grade was raising money for formal, just so we can melt some brains and earn money at the same time.
Speaking of formal, it's been nearly a year now. For you Americans, formal for us is your prom/graduation/I don't even know.
That was a picture from my formal.
But everyone graduating this year is going on about how excited they are/were at graduating. I just want to go back in time now, and relive that time from graduation to the start of uni. It was easily the best few months of my life. I don't regret not doing stuff, I just want to relive those times because they were so much fun.
Also. I bought some iTunes gift cards for myself, since the Cleaning Nazi won't let me use credit cards online. I bought Angry Birds for my iPod touch. I didn't know what the game was, I just saw that it was rated highly and that people seemed to like it. I started playing it... and I LOVE it. It's physics based, where you shoot birds out of a slingshot and into various structures built by pigs. The aim of the game is to destroy the pigs and their buildings. It's not a difficult concept to understand, but the game is quite challenging. It's surprisingly fun, and it's a real time-eater. Also, pigs make terrible engineers. Their strategy seems to be, "lets make everything out of wood and glass, just to make it easier for the kamikaze birds to plough through". I don't mind though. It's fun, and totally worth the few dollars I spent on it.
Anyway, I think that's enough for the moment.
Word count for this post = 956
Total November word count = 27, 878
18th of November : What day is it?
Now, this whole "new day begins at 12:00" is confusing the shit out of me. I believe my most recent post was titled 15th of November. Except I thought I wrote it yesterday, or the day before. I don't fucking know anymore. NO WAIT. I started writing it on the 15th, and midnight came around, and it ended up being finished and posted on the 16th. Now, my dilemma is, where the fuck did the 17th go? Or the 16th? I lost a day somewhere. Is it actually the 18th today?
HOLY SHIT. It's past midnight. That's why it's the 18th. Right, I've got it now guys. Don't worry.
Now that I know what day it is (I believe it is currently Thursday) I can continue on with the bits and pieces of my last few days that I actually remember. Now, a disclaimer. You may read this, and assume I did some silly things under the influence of alcohol. I was drunk, but not once did I lose control of what I was doing. The days and times are just jumbled up because I don't pay attention to it anyway.
Now. Let's start with Monday night, or what I shall refer to as Monday night. I was talking to a person over facebook chat. He was a guy who I sort of knew from years back. He was a few grades above me in high school. I added him to seee if he would accept. After seeing the friend request, he sent me a message asking if I knew him. I did what any decent internet stalker would do, and I avoided all direct communication. I'm a stalker, not a talker.
So I ignored this message, and completely forgot about it. He added me anyway, about a week later. Monday night, he starts talking to me on facebook chat. It's basically just me saying "oh, no I don't know you, I just stalk you, but not like hardcore stalking, since I don't know anything about you". I think he was dissappointed at my fail-stalk. I don't really have much to add, but I'll keep you all in the know.
What else happened? Monday night... Tuesday comes next I think. So I do nothing for most of Tuesday. I decide that I'm going shopping for booze and shoes (booze and shooze?) So I text people, and they're all lame and doing exams and other stuff that responsible people do. Fuck that. So I go to the bus stop, and I wait. I get on the bus, off the bus, and I start shopping. I don't find any decent clothes, so I look for new shoes to go with my old clothes. Unsuccessful. I get gel inserts for my old shoes instead. I also get a new town-bag. Town-bags have some pretty specific requirements. Has to have a long strap, not be very big. Has to match outfit and shoes, MUST have inside zip pocket. Anyway, I got one. So I've got my shoe stuff and a bag, so now I need booze. I go to Dan Murphy's, the alcohol grocery store that I may have mentioned previously. I buy my drinks, totalling $136 (to be fair, $100 of that was because I wanted cash out).
After that, I catch a bus home, and get in the shower. The Cleaning Nazi comes home and screams at me about going to the dentist. The appointment was at 4pm, and it was about 3:15pm at the time. So I screamed back. I got ready as fast as possible, and she kept screaming, until she realised me were going to be 45 minutes early. We go to the dentist, normal dentist stuff happens. They say I have crooked teeth, and that I should go to the oral hygienist, but I can't get an appointment until next year. Oh well.
Go home, and I do my hair and makeup. I put on outfit 1, then outfit 2, then back to outfit 1. I show the Cleaning Nazi, and I get the thumbs up. Then she does some weird gesture towards my breasts, so I change to outfit 2. She tells me she likes outfit 2, but 1 was better. So I change again. Then Dad comes home, and there's more breast gestures, so I stick to outfit 2.
I get ready, and we pick up the friends and go to one of their cousin's friend's place. So, a friend of a friend of a friend's place. I didn't know any of them. My solution? Get drunk. And so I did. There were faces being made at me, but I was drunk, so who cares? I know what they were probably thinking, but oh well.
I was talking to some guy about his tattoos. On one of his arms he had a sleeve of norse mythology symbolism. At the top near his shoulder, he was telling me the wolf was Thor. Now, I may have been wasted, but I knew damn well that the wolf in Nordic mythology is Fenrir. I just hope he knew that, and was simplifying it for me. He then told me about the tattoo on his chest. He reckons it was a Nazi symbol, but it didn't look like any kind of Nazi-related imagery I've ever seen. Just the term "Nazi tattoo" had my friends wide-eyed with horror. I wasn't fussed, since he was full of shit anyway. He also had an Autobots symbol on the back of his neck. Now that's just lame.
When it got to around 9 or 10 at night, the maxi taxi turned up. I didn't want to waste drinks, so I sculled a few and shoved one in my bag before I left. We got in the taxi, and went to town. We went to Cactus Jack's, a mexican themed bar and restaurant. They have $9 jugs. Of course, this asks for many jokes about how I don't need their jugs, I have plenty of my own. I was talking to some guy called Grant I think. He was 28, and a former geography teacher, now a union representative. Weird, I forget that 28 year olds are still young enough to go nightclubbing. In any other situation, 28 is not old at all. In night clubs, its just weird that I socialise with people 10 years older than me, and they aren't condescending douches to me.
Anyway, we meet up with a bunch of physiotherapy students (the friends I'm with are physios). They go about their usual business, and I try to learn their names. That goes fairly well. I also start feeling bad about the fact that I never mentioned my plans with the bf, so I do a bit of drunk dialling, and he knows exactly what's up.
Now this is about the point in the night where I stop taking note of the order of events. We leave Cactus. I see a bunch of people I know, and one of them has a pair of dice (die?). One of them has an action (tickle/rub/kiss etc) and the other has a body part. I rolled them, and got an ear massage. Nice.
I ran into that crazy guy I talked about AGES ago, the one who started crying when I left to go home. He tried to get me to go inside with him, but I had to find my friends, who I had somehow lost. I found them again, then stuff happened. I don't even know. There was a guy called Troy with a lip piercing, and he asked if my boobs were real.
Skip ahead in time, and my friends are getting pizza. I find the guy with the dice again, and I hug him as if I hadn't seen him an hour earlier. There's some old guy called Gino talking to me. I'm not very nice to him, but he's like 50-something. I don't have to be nice to old guys hitting on me and trying to buy me pizza.
Then I don't even remember what comes after this. Not because I was blind drunk, just because all the clubs are pretty similar, and I haven't been going long enough to tell the difference.
Somewhere around this time, my friends are trying to get into contact with Danique. I may have even called her, and I called her a pussy. Quite a lot. Because she refused to come to the other side of the street, where all her friends were. Pussy. She went home at like 1 I think. That's what she said in the message she sent me. I think. I may not have read it. But anyway, I last until 3, when we all pile in the designated driver's clown car and go home.
I wake up this morning, and I stumble around as if I'm still drunk. I can't feel my toes. Other than that, I feel pretty good. I get on facebook, and everyone else who was out that night is doing the same as me. Assessing injuries and eating strange things for breakfast. I do pretty much nothing for the rest of the day, until 6, when I go to work. One of the girls I work with was out in town with me, and I saw her a few times. Apparently I kept telling her about how the gel inserts in my shoes were falling out. Sure enough, I went from 4 at the start of the night, to 1 at the end. So I wasn't doing any drunk rambling. It was all true.
Now, that pretty much updates you from Monday, all the way to now, which is very early Thursday morning. When it's daylight, I think I'll go shopping again. Thursday night, I believe there may be some sort of a plan for going to a tavern, or the uni club or something. I don't know, but I'm all for it, since I'm not working.
Now, it's like 1am. My parents aren't too happy about my weird sleeping pattern, but who cares. I get enough sleep, just not at the same time as them. As long as I get to work, I don't think it should matter what I do for the rest of the time. I'm going to end this here, since I can barely keep my eyes open.
This post's word count = 1744
Total November word count = 26, 922
HOLY SHIT. It's past midnight. That's why it's the 18th. Right, I've got it now guys. Don't worry.
Now that I know what day it is (I believe it is currently Thursday) I can continue on with the bits and pieces of my last few days that I actually remember. Now, a disclaimer. You may read this, and assume I did some silly things under the influence of alcohol. I was drunk, but not once did I lose control of what I was doing. The days and times are just jumbled up because I don't pay attention to it anyway.
Now. Let's start with Monday night, or what I shall refer to as Monday night. I was talking to a person over facebook chat. He was a guy who I sort of knew from years back. He was a few grades above me in high school. I added him to seee if he would accept. After seeing the friend request, he sent me a message asking if I knew him. I did what any decent internet stalker would do, and I avoided all direct communication. I'm a stalker, not a talker.
So I ignored this message, and completely forgot about it. He added me anyway, about a week later. Monday night, he starts talking to me on facebook chat. It's basically just me saying "oh, no I don't know you, I just stalk you, but not like hardcore stalking, since I don't know anything about you". I think he was dissappointed at my fail-stalk. I don't really have much to add, but I'll keep you all in the know.
What else happened? Monday night... Tuesday comes next I think. So I do nothing for most of Tuesday. I decide that I'm going shopping for booze and shoes (booze and shooze?) So I text people, and they're all lame and doing exams and other stuff that responsible people do. Fuck that. So I go to the bus stop, and I wait. I get on the bus, off the bus, and I start shopping. I don't find any decent clothes, so I look for new shoes to go with my old clothes. Unsuccessful. I get gel inserts for my old shoes instead. I also get a new town-bag. Town-bags have some pretty specific requirements. Has to have a long strap, not be very big. Has to match outfit and shoes, MUST have inside zip pocket. Anyway, I got one. So I've got my shoe stuff and a bag, so now I need booze. I go to Dan Murphy's, the alcohol grocery store that I may have mentioned previously. I buy my drinks, totalling $136 (to be fair, $100 of that was because I wanted cash out).
After that, I catch a bus home, and get in the shower. The Cleaning Nazi comes home and screams at me about going to the dentist. The appointment was at 4pm, and it was about 3:15pm at the time. So I screamed back. I got ready as fast as possible, and she kept screaming, until she realised me were going to be 45 minutes early. We go to the dentist, normal dentist stuff happens. They say I have crooked teeth, and that I should go to the oral hygienist, but I can't get an appointment until next year. Oh well.
Go home, and I do my hair and makeup. I put on outfit 1, then outfit 2, then back to outfit 1. I show the Cleaning Nazi, and I get the thumbs up. Then she does some weird gesture towards my breasts, so I change to outfit 2. She tells me she likes outfit 2, but 1 was better. So I change again. Then Dad comes home, and there's more breast gestures, so I stick to outfit 2.
I get ready, and we pick up the friends and go to one of their cousin's friend's place. So, a friend of a friend of a friend's place. I didn't know any of them. My solution? Get drunk. And so I did. There were faces being made at me, but I was drunk, so who cares? I know what they were probably thinking, but oh well.
I was talking to some guy about his tattoos. On one of his arms he had a sleeve of norse mythology symbolism. At the top near his shoulder, he was telling me the wolf was Thor. Now, I may have been wasted, but I knew damn well that the wolf in Nordic mythology is Fenrir. I just hope he knew that, and was simplifying it for me. He then told me about the tattoo on his chest. He reckons it was a Nazi symbol, but it didn't look like any kind of Nazi-related imagery I've ever seen. Just the term "Nazi tattoo" had my friends wide-eyed with horror. I wasn't fussed, since he was full of shit anyway. He also had an Autobots symbol on the back of his neck. Now that's just lame.
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| Autobot symbol from Transformers |
When it got to around 9 or 10 at night, the maxi taxi turned up. I didn't want to waste drinks, so I sculled a few and shoved one in my bag before I left. We got in the taxi, and went to town. We went to Cactus Jack's, a mexican themed bar and restaurant. They have $9 jugs. Of course, this asks for many jokes about how I don't need their jugs, I have plenty of my own. I was talking to some guy called Grant I think. He was 28, and a former geography teacher, now a union representative. Weird, I forget that 28 year olds are still young enough to go nightclubbing. In any other situation, 28 is not old at all. In night clubs, its just weird that I socialise with people 10 years older than me, and they aren't condescending douches to me.
Anyway, we meet up with a bunch of physiotherapy students (the friends I'm with are physios). They go about their usual business, and I try to learn their names. That goes fairly well. I also start feeling bad about the fact that I never mentioned my plans with the bf, so I do a bit of drunk dialling, and he knows exactly what's up.
Now this is about the point in the night where I stop taking note of the order of events. We leave Cactus. I see a bunch of people I know, and one of them has a pair of dice (die?). One of them has an action (tickle/rub/kiss etc) and the other has a body part. I rolled them, and got an ear massage. Nice.
I ran into that crazy guy I talked about AGES ago, the one who started crying when I left to go home. He tried to get me to go inside with him, but I had to find my friends, who I had somehow lost. I found them again, then stuff happened. I don't even know. There was a guy called Troy with a lip piercing, and he asked if my boobs were real.
Skip ahead in time, and my friends are getting pizza. I find the guy with the dice again, and I hug him as if I hadn't seen him an hour earlier. There's some old guy called Gino talking to me. I'm not very nice to him, but he's like 50-something. I don't have to be nice to old guys hitting on me and trying to buy me pizza.
Then I don't even remember what comes after this. Not because I was blind drunk, just because all the clubs are pretty similar, and I haven't been going long enough to tell the difference.
Somewhere around this time, my friends are trying to get into contact with Danique. I may have even called her, and I called her a pussy. Quite a lot. Because she refused to come to the other side of the street, where all her friends were. Pussy. She went home at like 1 I think. That's what she said in the message she sent me. I think. I may not have read it. But anyway, I last until 3, when we all pile in the designated driver's clown car and go home.
I wake up this morning, and I stumble around as if I'm still drunk. I can't feel my toes. Other than that, I feel pretty good. I get on facebook, and everyone else who was out that night is doing the same as me. Assessing injuries and eating strange things for breakfast. I do pretty much nothing for the rest of the day, until 6, when I go to work. One of the girls I work with was out in town with me, and I saw her a few times. Apparently I kept telling her about how the gel inserts in my shoes were falling out. Sure enough, I went from 4 at the start of the night, to 1 at the end. So I wasn't doing any drunk rambling. It was all true.
Now, that pretty much updates you from Monday, all the way to now, which is very early Thursday morning. When it's daylight, I think I'll go shopping again. Thursday night, I believe there may be some sort of a plan for going to a tavern, or the uni club or something. I don't know, but I'm all for it, since I'm not working.
Now, it's like 1am. My parents aren't too happy about my weird sleeping pattern, but who cares. I get enough sleep, just not at the same time as them. As long as I get to work, I don't think it should matter what I do for the rest of the time. I'm going to end this here, since I can barely keep my eyes open.
This post's word count = 1744
Total November word count = 26, 922
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
15th of November: I'm behind!
Well, I haven't posted for nearly 2 days now. That means I'm about 4000 words behind. Which is terrible. One I'm in the hole, I don't know if I can find my way out. A word-hole, of course.
This is the NaNo website's record of my achievements thus far. Looked pretty damn good until the 13th. In fact, it looks like it's somehow started going down slightly.
So I haven't really done much in the last few days. Mostly working. I've saved up $800, and I only finished uni 2 days ago. So I'm well on my way to buying a car, as long as I don't do any ridiculously expensive impulse buys. Like, one time I was buying shampoo or something, and I saw a catalogue while I was in the checkout. There was an iPod advertised, and quick as a flash, I ran off and bought a new iPod touch. This was a while ago, mind you. I haven't done anything that silly in a while.
Change of topic right about now.
For the month of November, I have this massive list of blog topics, so I could write about this stuff, and not be desperately reaching like I am now. The thing is, I honestly can not be fucked to do it. I don't even want to look at the list. Instead, I turn to my list of labels (basically rehashing shit I've already spoken about before on here).
Accents - It's always so easy to tell when a band/singer on the radio is Australian. They have this ridiculous accent. It somehow becomes more noticeable when singing. As an example, look up the song "Revolution" by The Veronicas.
Alcohol - I'm going alcohol shopping tomorrow. We have a store here called Dan Murphy's. It's basically an alcoholic grocery store. It's awesome, and overpriced, but so is all alcohol. Anyway, tomorrow is cheap Tuesday, or Cheuesday, as I have previously referred to it as. This means that my friends will accompany me to the local nightclubs, and we shall become incredibly intoxicated. In theory. I also have a dentist appointment, so we'll see how that goes before I start drinking.
Aliens - A friend of mine says that my bf could never shave his head, in case of an alien invasion. She thinks that the aliens will take him home with them, mistaking him for one of their own.
Allergies - Despite my allergy to honey, I tried to eat a cereal composed of mostly honey and wheat. It wasn't too bad. It tasted like honey, but without the swelling and itchyness.
Anatomy - I still don't have my results back yet. Makes me sad. I'm sure the results will make me even more sad.
Anosmia - I attempted to make hamburger patties. When I cooked them, Dad ran out asking what that smell was. That smell was the patties. Because they were a year old...
Assignments - Even if my uni is over, I still continue this personal assignment of 50,000 words. Idiot.
Australia - See accents.
Birthday - It was such a massive build up to all my friends turning 18, and now some of them are nearly 19. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's been ages since everyone's birthdays.\
Blogging - I blog enough about blogging. I don't need more.
Celebrities - Not really related, but I was watching Beauty and the Geek the other day, and it was the makeover episode, where they all shave their neck beards and take off their COD shirts, and put on normal clothes. The first guy to come out looked idiotic. The people on the show turned him from a nerd, to a tracksuit wearing, bleach blonde wigger. His hair was white. From behind, he looked like an old man in a tracksuit going for a run. 2 of the other guys though, actually ended up REALLY hot! Like, one of them looked amazing. Like, he could easily be a model/actor. And the other guy had really long hair and a beard, and when it was cut off, he was hot too. Not like in-your-face "hit it and quit it" hot like the other one, more like a "I could marry a guy like this" kind of hot. Which isn't bad at all.
Childhood - I try to block it out.
Christmas - Not long now. They'll start playing Christmas carols at work any day now.
Cleaning Nazi - Today, she came home and agreed to take me to the boyfriend's house. I told him I'd be there at 4pm. The Cleaning Nazi says to me, "Hang on, I'll just clean all the ceiling fans in the house first". She also doesn't understand why I was annoyed at having to wait for over an hour. Apparently, she doesn't think that turning up an hour late is rude at all.
Computers - I don't know if I've already blogged about this, but I went to Officeworks and bought a lap-desk. It's pretty much a flat piece of wood that you can use as a desk. It has a curvy cut out part so it fits nicely against your stomach. It also has a cushiony bit on the bottom to make it comfortable on your legs.
Dogs - I'm cuddling my puppy dog right now. He's being incredibly loud with his groaning and moaning and gremlin noises.
DVDs - I'm considering buying my sister a DVD for Christmas. Problem is, I don't know what she has and doesn't have. I'm thinking maybe Beauty and the Beast, she only has it on VHS.
Emotions - Umm. Emotions got a bit out of hand tonight, when I was at my BF's house. Simply because of Call of Duty: Black Ops. I swear, the moment he's not gazing lovingly at it, I'm going to break it. I already laughed like a maniac when his internet connection dropped out.
Energy drinks - If I have more than one within six hours of eachother. I have a very interesting reaction.
Exams - Fuck that shit.
Fear - This blog is taking so damn long, simply because I'm discussing Dani-Q's love life with her, and her fear of dying alone and unloved. I'm also attempting to explain the concept of kissing in nightclubs. She's not getting it.
Food - I've been eating so much junk food lately. I feel bad about it but it's so much more convenient that making my own, because I have to constantly watch what I'm cooking, since I can't smell the house burning down.
Hair - My hair is hideous at the moment. I need to do something with it. After my old hair dresser told me to piss off, I haven't had the time to get my hair done.
Injuries - Apparently, riding a bike while high is a bad idea. It results in bandaged arms and possible stitches. Don't worry, it wasn't me. But I drove past them several minutes before they did it, which I find hilarious.
Love - Such a silly thing.
Magic - I don't remember what post this label was even referring to. So I don't know what kind of magic I was talking about.
Nightclubs - I've been having a massive D&M with Dani-Q about nightclubs. It's frustrating.
Party - I haven't been to a decent party in so long.
Patriotism - I patriotism-ed myself out the other day. I don't even want to think about it.
Psychic - In my post about my visit to a psychic, I mentioned that she said the law would catch up with someone. They did. Hard. Like, fines, possibly a court date, and potential jail time if things go really badly. It wasn't about stealing though, so she wasn't really right about anything.
Psychology - You know, when I meet people, after they find out I study psychology, they ask me if I can read their mind. No, no I can't. I'm a future psychologist, not a psychic.
Stupid People - A friend of a friend added me on facebook. He's the type who has a really clingy girlfriend, and they break up and get back together all the time. Like, once a week. At least. Not even an exaggeration. And it's all on facebook.
Tarot Cards - See psychic.
Text Messages - My phone goes weird sometimes, and I don't recieve text messages. Then, I get them all at once, a few days later. Last time, I got about 60, mostly facebook notifications.
The Future - I don't even want to think ahead. Anything past January is unplanned at the moment.
Toys - The list of blog topics I have is mostly talking about toys. And I don't want to write it. Those posts are better off for when I've finished work and I'm pissed off about it.
Twitter - Another dodgy phone moment = There's a Twitter application you can download. It worked fine, then stopped for like 2 weeks straight. It's fine again. Very weird.
University - The one I go to is shit. I hate it.
Water - I don't drink nearly enough. I tried drinking the reccomended 2L a day, and I couldn't sop peeing.
And I'm too lazy to talk about work, writing, and zombies. I'm sure you can all come up with you're own ideas about what I would say.
I have more to say, but I'm too tired to put the necessary level of thought into it, so this will have to be the end for now.
Word Count for this post = 1604
Total November word count = 25,178
This is the NaNo website's record of my achievements thus far. Looked pretty damn good until the 13th. In fact, it looks like it's somehow started going down slightly.
So I haven't really done much in the last few days. Mostly working. I've saved up $800, and I only finished uni 2 days ago. So I'm well on my way to buying a car, as long as I don't do any ridiculously expensive impulse buys. Like, one time I was buying shampoo or something, and I saw a catalogue while I was in the checkout. There was an iPod advertised, and quick as a flash, I ran off and bought a new iPod touch. This was a while ago, mind you. I haven't done anything that silly in a while.
Change of topic right about now.
For the month of November, I have this massive list of blog topics, so I could write about this stuff, and not be desperately reaching like I am now. The thing is, I honestly can not be fucked to do it. I don't even want to look at the list. Instead, I turn to my list of labels (basically rehashing shit I've already spoken about before on here).
Accents - It's always so easy to tell when a band/singer on the radio is Australian. They have this ridiculous accent. It somehow becomes more noticeable when singing. As an example, look up the song "Revolution" by The Veronicas.
Alcohol - I'm going alcohol shopping tomorrow. We have a store here called Dan Murphy's. It's basically an alcoholic grocery store. It's awesome, and overpriced, but so is all alcohol. Anyway, tomorrow is cheap Tuesday, or Cheuesday, as I have previously referred to it as. This means that my friends will accompany me to the local nightclubs, and we shall become incredibly intoxicated. In theory. I also have a dentist appointment, so we'll see how that goes before I start drinking.
Aliens - A friend of mine says that my bf could never shave his head, in case of an alien invasion. She thinks that the aliens will take him home with them, mistaking him for one of their own.
Allergies - Despite my allergy to honey, I tried to eat a cereal composed of mostly honey and wheat. It wasn't too bad. It tasted like honey, but without the swelling and itchyness.
Anatomy - I still don't have my results back yet. Makes me sad. I'm sure the results will make me even more sad.
Anosmia - I attempted to make hamburger patties. When I cooked them, Dad ran out asking what that smell was. That smell was the patties. Because they were a year old...
Assignments - Even if my uni is over, I still continue this personal assignment of 50,000 words. Idiot.
Australia - See accents.
Birthday - It was such a massive build up to all my friends turning 18, and now some of them are nearly 19. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's been ages since everyone's birthdays.\
Blogging - I blog enough about blogging. I don't need more.
Celebrities - Not really related, but I was watching Beauty and the Geek the other day, and it was the makeover episode, where they all shave their neck beards and take off their COD shirts, and put on normal clothes. The first guy to come out looked idiotic. The people on the show turned him from a nerd, to a tracksuit wearing, bleach blonde wigger. His hair was white. From behind, he looked like an old man in a tracksuit going for a run. 2 of the other guys though, actually ended up REALLY hot! Like, one of them looked amazing. Like, he could easily be a model/actor. And the other guy had really long hair and a beard, and when it was cut off, he was hot too. Not like in-your-face "hit it and quit it" hot like the other one, more like a "I could marry a guy like this" kind of hot. Which isn't bad at all.
Childhood - I try to block it out.
Christmas - Not long now. They'll start playing Christmas carols at work any day now.
Cleaning Nazi - Today, she came home and agreed to take me to the boyfriend's house. I told him I'd be there at 4pm. The Cleaning Nazi says to me, "Hang on, I'll just clean all the ceiling fans in the house first". She also doesn't understand why I was annoyed at having to wait for over an hour. Apparently, she doesn't think that turning up an hour late is rude at all.
Computers - I don't know if I've already blogged about this, but I went to Officeworks and bought a lap-desk. It's pretty much a flat piece of wood that you can use as a desk. It has a curvy cut out part so it fits nicely against your stomach. It also has a cushiony bit on the bottom to make it comfortable on your legs.
Dogs - I'm cuddling my puppy dog right now. He's being incredibly loud with his groaning and moaning and gremlin noises.
DVDs - I'm considering buying my sister a DVD for Christmas. Problem is, I don't know what she has and doesn't have. I'm thinking maybe Beauty and the Beast, she only has it on VHS.
Emotions - Umm. Emotions got a bit out of hand tonight, when I was at my BF's house. Simply because of Call of Duty: Black Ops. I swear, the moment he's not gazing lovingly at it, I'm going to break it. I already laughed like a maniac when his internet connection dropped out.
Energy drinks - If I have more than one within six hours of eachother. I have a very interesting reaction.
Exams - Fuck that shit.
Fear - This blog is taking so damn long, simply because I'm discussing Dani-Q's love life with her, and her fear of dying alone and unloved. I'm also attempting to explain the concept of kissing in nightclubs. She's not getting it.
Food - I've been eating so much junk food lately. I feel bad about it but it's so much more convenient that making my own, because I have to constantly watch what I'm cooking, since I can't smell the house burning down.
Hair - My hair is hideous at the moment. I need to do something with it. After my old hair dresser told me to piss off, I haven't had the time to get my hair done.
Injuries - Apparently, riding a bike while high is a bad idea. It results in bandaged arms and possible stitches. Don't worry, it wasn't me. But I drove past them several minutes before they did it, which I find hilarious.
Love - Such a silly thing.
Magic - I don't remember what post this label was even referring to. So I don't know what kind of magic I was talking about.
Nightclubs - I've been having a massive D&M with Dani-Q about nightclubs. It's frustrating.
Party - I haven't been to a decent party in so long.
Patriotism - I patriotism-ed myself out the other day. I don't even want to think about it.
Psychic - In my post about my visit to a psychic, I mentioned that she said the law would catch up with someone. They did. Hard. Like, fines, possibly a court date, and potential jail time if things go really badly. It wasn't about stealing though, so she wasn't really right about anything.
Psychology - You know, when I meet people, after they find out I study psychology, they ask me if I can read their mind. No, no I can't. I'm a future psychologist, not a psychic.
Stupid People - A friend of a friend added me on facebook. He's the type who has a really clingy girlfriend, and they break up and get back together all the time. Like, once a week. At least. Not even an exaggeration. And it's all on facebook.
Tarot Cards - See psychic.
Text Messages - My phone goes weird sometimes, and I don't recieve text messages. Then, I get them all at once, a few days later. Last time, I got about 60, mostly facebook notifications.
The Future - I don't even want to think ahead. Anything past January is unplanned at the moment.
Toys - The list of blog topics I have is mostly talking about toys. And I don't want to write it. Those posts are better off for when I've finished work and I'm pissed off about it.
Twitter - Another dodgy phone moment = There's a Twitter application you can download. It worked fine, then stopped for like 2 weeks straight. It's fine again. Very weird.
University - The one I go to is shit. I hate it.
Water - I don't drink nearly enough. I tried drinking the reccomended 2L a day, and I couldn't sop peeing.
And I'm too lazy to talk about work, writing, and zombies. I'm sure you can all come up with you're own ideas about what I would say.
I have more to say, but I'm too tired to put the necessary level of thought into it, so this will have to be the end for now.
Word Count for this post = 1604
Total November word count = 25,178
Saturday, November 13, 2010
13th of November: UNI IS OVER
As you can tell from the title, uni is over for the year. Thank god! I'm so happy, but it hasn't sunk in yet. I can't get used to the feeling of being able to do what I want without feeling guilty about not studying. Earlier, I was thinking "Man, I wish I could play the ps3", and then I realised there's absolutely nothing stopping me, and I move on without playing the PS3 anyway.
I don't really have a planned topic for today, since I'm running out of creativity and privacy to think about stuff. So, to get my word count up, I googled "random questions to ask people", and I'll answer them. Hopefull it will inspire me .
Do you remember your favorite teacher? - I didn't really have one. The ones that liked me were quite tough, and I never did my homework, so I didn't like them that much. They saw straight through me. At uni though, I had a lecturer last semester that was awesome. He taught sociology, and he was a total hippy. He wore tie-dye shirts all the time, and did all this other hippy stuff I can't be bothered explaining. He's like the local news station's go-to guy for an "expert authority" so he's on the news pretty much every night. It was funny seeing him the first few times, but now my parents even recognise him.
Which is your favourite cereal and why? - Not a big fan of cereal. Actually, I am, I fucking love cereal. But I'm too lazy to eat a real breakfast most days, cereal takes a lot of prior planning and time management, and I kind of suck at that. My favourite at the moment is Fruity Bites. It's like pillow shaped lumps of whatever cereal usually is, and it's filled with a gelatinous substance, kind of like jam. Sounds a bit gross, but its not. Eating it makes me thirsty.
As a side note, the question originally asked "what are your favourite 2 careers and why?" and I read it wrong and went on about cereal. So I changed the question, so I don't look like a complete retard.
Which is the hardest thing you ever had to do? - Hmm, I really don't know. Stand up to some shitty friends I guess?
When was the last time you lied and to whom and why? - I don't really remember. I don't lie that much anymore. It's more like "temporarily withholding the truth about my performance in anatomy to my parents".
Tell me about something you really regret? - Taking anatomy. I'm sure I go on about it enough, so I'll spare you. There's not that much else I regret. That's good I suppose.
Tell me about a mistake you made? - When I used to work at Hungry Jacks (Burger King for you Americans) years ago, an Indian family walked in and ordered. They wanted 4 burgers, and 4 large drinks. Because they were Indian, and I was an idiot, I thought they said "rings", not "drinks". Rings, as in onion rings. So they waited patiently for like 15 minutes, while I got them their onion rings, which take ages to cook. And then they told me I got it wrong. They could have told me 15 minutes earlier, but they didn't. Oh well.
Tell me about someone in your family? - I'll tell you about someone in my family I haven't mentioned yet. My older sister Alyce. She's 23, or 24, I don't remember. She was born as a perfectly normal baby, but when getting her triple antigen injections (which were compulsory at the time I believe), she had a terrible reaction, and since then, she's been special needs. There's no real term for it, since doctors refused to accept that it was their fault. So she's classified as "intellectually disabled". That means she can't talk too well, usually she can get her point across, but sometimes not, and it's annoying as hell. When you ask her how old she is, she tells you whatever number comes into her head. Usually 4. So that's why I don't remember her age. She can be taught to do somethings, like using the key to unlock the house, but other not things, like checking for cars before crossing the road. She also doesn't get the concept of personal space, and she walks wherever she wants. At 7pm on the dot, she's stripped off in the bathroom, screaming for mum to shower her. She does this regardless of who else is in the house. Many a time, visitors (including my boyfriend, several times) have walked into our living room, and were treated with the sight of my overweight, special needs sister naked with a shower cap on her head.
She's finished school now, and she goes to this place with carers and other disabled people, and I really don't like her going there. They steal her money, and teach her bad habits. She's learned to call me "a shit" when I piss her off. As in, "Megan, you're a shit!". And when I call her Oscar, and ask her if she's a boy or a girl, she usually hits me, pretty damn hard.
Tell me about someone you envy? - I envy anyone who can fit into the average costume at a costume shop. Those things are tiny. And my ass is not. And I have a lot of friends with costume party fetishes.
Tell me about something you've achieved? - I finished my first year of uni today :)
Tell me about the worst punishment you had when you were a child? - Public humiliation at the hands of a teacher? I don't even remember what I did, but the relief teacher wouldn't let me go to the toilet (I had my period, and it was getting rather unpleasant). I told her I'd explain it to her at lunch time, as long as she let me go. She didn't, and by the time I did leave, it was too late. Red all over my pants, all over the chair I was sitting on, and I just ran to the office crying, and I went home that day. Apparently, my friend had a massive fight with her about it after I left. The teacher wouldn't believe my friend either (what the hell, the evidence was freaking everywhere), and made her clean it up as punishment. After that day, I only had her once, and she recognised me well enough to swap classes with another teacher that day. I hope she learned something from that day.
Tell me about someone you really admire? - I admire people who can stick to diets.
Tell me about the last movie you've watched? - I don't even remember last time I watched a movie. I've been too busy. I think it may have been 17 Again, with Zac Efron in it. It was on the external hard drive of movies my BF left at my place, and I went through, looking at random movies. It wasn't that bad. I expected it to be worse.
Tell me about a country you would like to visit most and why? - America. Because it seems awesome. Anywhere in Europe. Anywhere, actually.
Tell me about your favourite music / song / band? - I can't be bothered talking about my favourite band, but look up the song "Hey Leonardo" by Blessid Union of Souls. It's an awesome song.
Tell me about something you would happily do again? - I'm tempted to say "go on another cruise ship". I like the cruise ship, and I like going to different places, but I don't like the "stuck in the middle of the ocean" bit. I can look past that though, if I'm on a cruise ship.
Name your 5 favorite foods? - 1= Avocado. 2= Chicken. 3= Prawns (if they're done properly) 4= Chocolate. 5= Spaghetti?
Do you like to shop? - YESSSSSSS
How often do you go online? - Whenever I'm not sleeping, working, or doing something important. Kind of sad.
Something or someone you miss the most from childhood? - Not having to worry.
Are you usually late, early or right on time? - Usually early, unless it's work, and then I'm late because mum insists that everyone come to drop me off. Especially if they don't want to go. She fights with them until they do, even if it makes me 10 minutes late.
Are you happy with your life for the most part right now? - I guess so.
You can have one of the following two things: trust/love? - I guess I choose love. Right now, I lack trust in others, which prevents me from loving them. If I had love, I wouldn't need trust, because I would love them enough to forgive them for anything.
Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend? - Considering the fact that I'm the most reliable person I know, HELL YES.
Your best friend dies, what would you do? - Wonder who my best friend is. I don't really have one.
When and how was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt? - About what? I'm usually honest about how I feel, but it's never really a deep and meaningful conversation.
What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back? - I'm not sure, since I've never really been in either situation. Probably to tell them I don't love them back. I've had to turn down a few guys in the past, and I still feel bad when I see them and talk to them. It wasn't like hardcore love or anything though.
What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on? - Junk food.
Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? - Since I don't really know CPR well enough to do it on anyone, no.
Are you old fashioned? - In some ways, I guess.
Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before? - All true love ends in heart break, because one of you has to die sometime. And if I never love, does that mean I can't give/recieve affection, or just the true love/lifetime/soulmates kind of love?
If you could do anything OR wish for anything that would come true, what would you wish? - I wish I could have a loophole-free time machine that creates no paradoxes, and does not cause any problems for me.
Whats your middle name? - Peta.
How big is your bed? - I think it's a king/queen single. I don't know, or care. I'm not fat enough for a double yet.
What music are you listening to right now? - It's not music, but my ceiling fan.
What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number? - 7930
What was the last thing you ate? - Dinner. Which was KFC.
Who was the last person you hugged? - Probably the BF. I'm not into hugging.
How is the weather right now? - Pretty damn good. I'm inside though, so who cares?
I don't really have a planned topic for today, since I'm running out of creativity and privacy to think about stuff. So, to get my word count up, I googled "random questions to ask people", and I'll answer them. Hopefull it will inspire me .
Do you remember your favorite teacher? - I didn't really have one. The ones that liked me were quite tough, and I never did my homework, so I didn't like them that much. They saw straight through me. At uni though, I had a lecturer last semester that was awesome. He taught sociology, and he was a total hippy. He wore tie-dye shirts all the time, and did all this other hippy stuff I can't be bothered explaining. He's like the local news station's go-to guy for an "expert authority" so he's on the news pretty much every night. It was funny seeing him the first few times, but now my parents even recognise him.
Which is your favourite cereal and why? - Not a big fan of cereal. Actually, I am, I fucking love cereal. But I'm too lazy to eat a real breakfast most days, cereal takes a lot of prior planning and time management, and I kind of suck at that. My favourite at the moment is Fruity Bites. It's like pillow shaped lumps of whatever cereal usually is, and it's filled with a gelatinous substance, kind of like jam. Sounds a bit gross, but its not. Eating it makes me thirsty.
As a side note, the question originally asked "what are your favourite 2 careers and why?" and I read it wrong and went on about cereal. So I changed the question, so I don't look like a complete retard.
Which is the hardest thing you ever had to do? - Hmm, I really don't know. Stand up to some shitty friends I guess?
When was the last time you lied and to whom and why? - I don't really remember. I don't lie that much anymore. It's more like "temporarily withholding the truth about my performance in anatomy to my parents".
Tell me about something you really regret? - Taking anatomy. I'm sure I go on about it enough, so I'll spare you. There's not that much else I regret. That's good I suppose.
Tell me about a mistake you made? - When I used to work at Hungry Jacks (Burger King for you Americans) years ago, an Indian family walked in and ordered. They wanted 4 burgers, and 4 large drinks. Because they were Indian, and I was an idiot, I thought they said "rings", not "drinks". Rings, as in onion rings. So they waited patiently for like 15 minutes, while I got them their onion rings, which take ages to cook. And then they told me I got it wrong. They could have told me 15 minutes earlier, but they didn't. Oh well.
Tell me about someone in your family? - I'll tell you about someone in my family I haven't mentioned yet. My older sister Alyce. She's 23, or 24, I don't remember. She was born as a perfectly normal baby, but when getting her triple antigen injections (which were compulsory at the time I believe), she had a terrible reaction, and since then, she's been special needs. There's no real term for it, since doctors refused to accept that it was their fault. So she's classified as "intellectually disabled". That means she can't talk too well, usually she can get her point across, but sometimes not, and it's annoying as hell. When you ask her how old she is, she tells you whatever number comes into her head. Usually 4. So that's why I don't remember her age. She can be taught to do somethings, like using the key to unlock the house, but other not things, like checking for cars before crossing the road. She also doesn't get the concept of personal space, and she walks wherever she wants. At 7pm on the dot, she's stripped off in the bathroom, screaming for mum to shower her. She does this regardless of who else is in the house. Many a time, visitors (including my boyfriend, several times) have walked into our living room, and were treated with the sight of my overweight, special needs sister naked with a shower cap on her head.
She's finished school now, and she goes to this place with carers and other disabled people, and I really don't like her going there. They steal her money, and teach her bad habits. She's learned to call me "a shit" when I piss her off. As in, "Megan, you're a shit!". And when I call her Oscar, and ask her if she's a boy or a girl, she usually hits me, pretty damn hard.
Tell me about someone you envy? - I envy anyone who can fit into the average costume at a costume shop. Those things are tiny. And my ass is not. And I have a lot of friends with costume party fetishes.
Tell me about something you've achieved? - I finished my first year of uni today :)
Tell me about the worst punishment you had when you were a child? - Public humiliation at the hands of a teacher? I don't even remember what I did, but the relief teacher wouldn't let me go to the toilet (I had my period, and it was getting rather unpleasant). I told her I'd explain it to her at lunch time, as long as she let me go. She didn't, and by the time I did leave, it was too late. Red all over my pants, all over the chair I was sitting on, and I just ran to the office crying, and I went home that day. Apparently, my friend had a massive fight with her about it after I left. The teacher wouldn't believe my friend either (what the hell, the evidence was freaking everywhere), and made her clean it up as punishment. After that day, I only had her once, and she recognised me well enough to swap classes with another teacher that day. I hope she learned something from that day.
Tell me about someone you really admire? - I admire people who can stick to diets.
Tell me about the last movie you've watched? - I don't even remember last time I watched a movie. I've been too busy. I think it may have been 17 Again, with Zac Efron in it. It was on the external hard drive of movies my BF left at my place, and I went through, looking at random movies. It wasn't that bad. I expected it to be worse.
Tell me about a country you would like to visit most and why? - America. Because it seems awesome. Anywhere in Europe. Anywhere, actually.
Tell me about your favourite music / song / band? - I can't be bothered talking about my favourite band, but look up the song "Hey Leonardo" by Blessid Union of Souls. It's an awesome song.
Tell me about something you would happily do again? - I'm tempted to say "go on another cruise ship". I like the cruise ship, and I like going to different places, but I don't like the "stuck in the middle of the ocean" bit. I can look past that though, if I'm on a cruise ship.
Name your 5 favorite foods? - 1= Avocado. 2= Chicken. 3= Prawns (if they're done properly) 4= Chocolate. 5= Spaghetti?
Do you like to shop? - YESSSSSSS
How often do you go online? - Whenever I'm not sleeping, working, or doing something important. Kind of sad.
Something or someone you miss the most from childhood? - Not having to worry.
Are you usually late, early or right on time? - Usually early, unless it's work, and then I'm late because mum insists that everyone come to drop me off. Especially if they don't want to go. She fights with them until they do, even if it makes me 10 minutes late.
Are you happy with your life for the most part right now? - I guess so.
You can have one of the following two things: trust/love? - I guess I choose love. Right now, I lack trust in others, which prevents me from loving them. If I had love, I wouldn't need trust, because I would love them enough to forgive them for anything.
Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend? - Considering the fact that I'm the most reliable person I know, HELL YES.
Your best friend dies, what would you do? - Wonder who my best friend is. I don't really have one.
When and how was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt? - About what? I'm usually honest about how I feel, but it's never really a deep and meaningful conversation.
What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back? - I'm not sure, since I've never really been in either situation. Probably to tell them I don't love them back. I've had to turn down a few guys in the past, and I still feel bad when I see them and talk to them. It wasn't like hardcore love or anything though.
What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on? - Junk food.
Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? - Since I don't really know CPR well enough to do it on anyone, no.
Are you old fashioned? - In some ways, I guess.
Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before? - All true love ends in heart break, because one of you has to die sometime. And if I never love, does that mean I can't give/recieve affection, or just the true love/lifetime/soulmates kind of love?
If you could do anything OR wish for anything that would come true, what would you wish? - I wish I could have a loophole-free time machine that creates no paradoxes, and does not cause any problems for me.
Whats your middle name? - Peta.
How big is your bed? - I think it's a king/queen single. I don't know, or care. I'm not fat enough for a double yet.
What music are you listening to right now? - It's not music, but my ceiling fan.
What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number? - 7930
What was the last thing you ate? - Dinner. Which was KFC.
Who was the last person you hugged? - Probably the BF. I'm not into hugging.
How is the weather right now? - Pretty damn good. I'm inside though, so who cares?
Word count for this post = 1888
November total = 23, 574
12th of November: My adventures on StumbleUpon
Before I start today's topic, I'll give you a bit of an update on my life. As you may or may not know, I'm currently at the tail-end of my final uni exams for the year. I have my last one tomorrow. Psychology and Criminology went well, but I wasn't worried about them anyway. I had anatomy today. All through this semester, I have struggled with anatomy, mainly because it's completely unrelated from the rest of my subjects. The teachers keep saying stuff like "Don't worry learning about that, you'll do it in your physiology class tomorrow". Guess what? I don't do physiology, so you better not fucking ask me physiology questions in the exam. In other words, most other people in that class had anatomy supported by their other classes. I had one core subject, then I had to choose 3 elective, none related to psych. Naturally, it didn't end well. I could handle psych, crim and anthropology, because they taught you what you needed to know. I couldn't do anatomy, because the 3 lectures and 1 practical a week were clearly not enough to teach me about EVERYTHING in the human body. Cellular level, upwards. Of course I can't do it.
For anatomy, I passed the first exam by 2.6 points, failed the second by 2.6 points, so I was exactly on 50% of assessment so far. I did the practical, and I passed by 0.6 of a mark. So, before today's exam, I was on 30.6/60. Today's exam makes up the other 40%, and I don't think I did fantastically. I'll be surprised if I pass. The first thing I did was go to the student enquiry desk and ask what happens when you fail. Long story short, it's not the end of the world.
Anyway, on to today's topic.
There's a toolbar you can download if you go here. It's called StumbleUpon, and I love it. You select your interests out of a massive variety of categories. Anything you can think of, there's relevant pages on it. It's awesome.
Anyway. After you do your interests, you can start Stumbling. You hit a button, and it sends you to a web page relevant to your interests. You can select "All" and be sent to a page from any of your interests, or you can chose a specific one.
I'll show you a few pages I've Stumbled onto.
http://www.kennethparker.com/100_park_temples.html - There's quite a few pages like this, where it's just a picture, but usually they're awesome, like this one by Kenneth Parker. Just looking at his photos, I'm pretty sure most of them would make for beautiful desktop backgrounds.
- There's quite a lot of simple, yet thought provoking stuff on there.
http://www.coolpicturegallery.net/2010/10/10-most-reckless-doctors.html - Then there's creepy shit like this. It's about doctors who do terrible (or terribly stupid) things to their patients. I would pursue my dream of being a cosmetic surgeon, but I get the feeling that I would do stupid shit, like the doctor that left a sponge in their patient's spine. Not intentionally of course...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doIcr8Jw4gY - Have you ever seen that 3d pavement chalk art? This video is a time lapse video of how it's done.
http://www.notreallybutseriously.com/index/NRBS_043.html - A short comic-style picture of how different superheroes would handle a situation. It's pretty awesome.
http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/71127 - The story behind Abraham Lincoln's beard. I don't know if it's true though. Never heard of it.
http://www.funzug.com/index.php/nature/amazing-sight-in-the-south-pacific.html - Awesome pictures, but WTF. Another reason to be afraid of the ocean. There's all sorts of weird shit in there.
http://www.rockstartutu.com/adult-teen/adult-teen-tutus.html - An online tutu shop. What's up with that? Who buys tutus online?
http://io9.com/5443825/sci-fi-foods-we-wish-actually-existed - Oh man, this totally brings out the nerd in me. The Milliways Dish of the Day creeps me out a bit. I don't think I could handle a conversation with my dinner of choice.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/melismashable/the-best-of-face-replace - This is so funny! Basically, if there's someone making a stupid face in a photo, everyone else has that face photo shopped over their real one. I don't know if that made any sense, but just look at it and you'll get it. 21 is so gross though.
http://www.spreeder.com/app.php - If you want to try and train yourself to read faster, this would probably be really helpful. Unfortunately, I'm already a fast reader, so I don't get too much benefit from it.
http://www.direman.com/direman/comic.php?comicID=515 - I think you have to be fairly nerdy to get this one. "Camping" is an online gaming term for sitting in one stop, waiting for the enemies to come to you. And people hate campers. And abuse the crap out of them. Online gaming is serious business.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page528.html - Very true.
http://www.inewidea.com/2009/12/28/16155.html - HOLY CRAP I WANT IT
http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2010/06/11/how-to-permanently-delete-your-account-on-popular-websites/ - A handy guide to deleting accounts. I know that Facebook is notoriously hard to delete. It may come in handy to someone.
http://fakescience.tumblr.com/ - Fake Science, for when real science is too hard.
http://www.sexcigarsbooze.com/2010/07/old-rockers-then-now/ - Rock stars, then and now. For some of them, the only difference is the amount of make up the men wear. Side note: Check out Bon Jovi's chest hair!
http://www.zornog.net/etc/martainrandom/martainrandom.htm - It starts off as a somewhat believable story about the room mate from hell. By the end of it, you know it's not possible, but you want to keep reading anyway. It's also quite long.
http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/10/fascinating-new-species-found-in-papua-new-guinea.php - Some newly discovered animals in PNG.
http://www.fludit.com/design/dudes-made-from-lego-cubes.html - Some easily recognisable people/characters, all made from Lego!
Well. I think it's nearly time for me to go to bed. Or at least stop blogging. I have my anthro exam tomorrow at a stupidly early time, and I've only revised over the first 4 weeks of notes, which was a pretty solid effort of 19 pages. I'll print off the rest, shower, then take it to bed with me.
Night, readers.
For anatomy, I passed the first exam by 2.6 points, failed the second by 2.6 points, so I was exactly on 50% of assessment so far. I did the practical, and I passed by 0.6 of a mark. So, before today's exam, I was on 30.6/60. Today's exam makes up the other 40%, and I don't think I did fantastically. I'll be surprised if I pass. The first thing I did was go to the student enquiry desk and ask what happens when you fail. Long story short, it's not the end of the world.
Anyway, on to today's topic.
There's a toolbar you can download if you go here. It's called StumbleUpon, and I love it. You select your interests out of a massive variety of categories. Anything you can think of, there's relevant pages on it. It's awesome.
Anyway. After you do your interests, you can start Stumbling. You hit a button, and it sends you to a web page relevant to your interests. You can select "All" and be sent to a page from any of your interests, or you can chose a specific one.
I'll show you a few pages I've Stumbled onto.
http://www.kennethparker.com/100_park_temples.html - There's quite a few pages like this, where it's just a picture, but usually they're awesome, like this one by Kenneth Parker. Just looking at his photos, I'm pretty sure most of them would make for beautiful desktop backgrounds.
- There's quite a lot of simple, yet thought provoking stuff on there.http://www.coolpicturegallery.net/2010/10/10-most-reckless-doctors.html - Then there's creepy shit like this. It's about doctors who do terrible (or terribly stupid) things to their patients. I would pursue my dream of being a cosmetic surgeon, but I get the feeling that I would do stupid shit, like the doctor that left a sponge in their patient's spine. Not intentionally of course...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doIcr8Jw4gY - Have you ever seen that 3d pavement chalk art? This video is a time lapse video of how it's done.
http://www.notreallybutseriously.com/index/NRBS_043.html - A short comic-style picture of how different superheroes would handle a situation. It's pretty awesome.
http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/71127 - The story behind Abraham Lincoln's beard. I don't know if it's true though. Never heard of it.
http://www.funzug.com/index.php/nature/amazing-sight-in-the-south-pacific.html - Awesome pictures, but WTF. Another reason to be afraid of the ocean. There's all sorts of weird shit in there.
http://www.rockstartutu.com/adult-teen/adult-teen-tutus.html - An online tutu shop. What's up with that? Who buys tutus online?
http://io9.com/5443825/sci-fi-foods-we-wish-actually-existed - Oh man, this totally brings out the nerd in me. The Milliways Dish of the Day creeps me out a bit. I don't think I could handle a conversation with my dinner of choice.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/melismashable/the-best-of-face-replace - This is so funny! Basically, if there's someone making a stupid face in a photo, everyone else has that face photo shopped over their real one. I don't know if that made any sense, but just look at it and you'll get it. 21 is so gross though.
http://www.spreeder.com/app.php - If you want to try and train yourself to read faster, this would probably be really helpful. Unfortunately, I'm already a fast reader, so I don't get too much benefit from it.
http://www.direman.com/direman/comic.php?comicID=515 - I think you have to be fairly nerdy to get this one. "Camping" is an online gaming term for sitting in one stop, waiting for the enemies to come to you. And people hate campers. And abuse the crap out of them. Online gaming is serious business.
http://www.viruscomix.com/page528.html - Very true.
http://www.inewidea.com/2009/12/28/16155.html - HOLY CRAP I WANT IT
http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2010/06/11/how-to-permanently-delete-your-account-on-popular-websites/ - A handy guide to deleting accounts. I know that Facebook is notoriously hard to delete. It may come in handy to someone.
http://fakescience.tumblr.com/ - Fake Science, for when real science is too hard.
http://www.sexcigarsbooze.com/2010/07/old-rockers-then-now/ - Rock stars, then and now. For some of them, the only difference is the amount of make up the men wear. Side note: Check out Bon Jovi's chest hair!
http://www.zornog.net/etc/martainrandom/martainrandom.htm - It starts off as a somewhat believable story about the room mate from hell. By the end of it, you know it's not possible, but you want to keep reading anyway. It's also quite long.
http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/10/fascinating-new-species-found-in-papua-new-guinea.php - Some newly discovered animals in PNG.
http://www.fludit.com/design/dudes-made-from-lego-cubes.html - Some easily recognisable people/characters, all made from Lego!
Well. I think it's nearly time for me to go to bed. Or at least stop blogging. I have my anthro exam tomorrow at a stupidly early time, and I've only revised over the first 4 weeks of notes, which was a pretty solid effort of 19 pages. I'll print off the rest, shower, then take it to bed with me.
Night, readers.
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