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?

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.

Current word count is 20, 706 + 980 = 21, 686.

10th of November: Just some thoughts.

Last night, after I was done with the part 2 blog post, inspiration hit me like a kick in the face.

I was laying in bed frantically typing away on my little Hiptop about all these story ideas I had.  Well, they weren't ideas for a new story, but old ideas that have come back into my mind.  Everyone's been talking to me about writing books and doing NaNoWriMo and stuff, and I've been thinking about my own story.  I used to have a very clear idea of the plot, and where it was going, but now it's just small disjointed bits and pieces.  In my mind, I'm still cutting out characters that don't belong.  I'm even considering cutting out the main character and switching it to another one.  It's a weird situation.  Like, you know when there's a group of characters, and the main character is usually the leader of the group?  In this story of mine, there's the main character, who is separate to the rest of the group and their leader.  It's weird.  GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.  Just thinking about it is making me want to write.

This is what I had to use to write down my ideas.

Since I'm in the mood, I might as well check out this program called yWriter5.  I downloaded it, but I haven't really tried to use it yet, since I haven't written anything fictional in about a year from what I remember.  Just from looking at it, it would be good if you were into the "highly organised, keep tabs on all characters at all times" kind of writing.  As much as I'd like to be organised, I'd prefer to just write.  It's good to do something like that later on, maybe like half way in, just so you know that you haven't forgotten any characters, and they haven't mysteriously disappeared due to your laziness. Personally, I'd just rather write my little bits and pieces, string them together, then be in awe of the terrible mess I left behind.

Enough about that.

I thought I had my anatomy exam today.  I was all ready to get in and study this morning, then fail in the afternoon, then go to work afterwards.  I looked at the calendar bit on my phone, and wondered why I put my exam on the wrong day.  Then I realised it wasn't the calendar that was wrong, but my brain.  I checked the exam timetable, then texted a girl I know who is also doing anatomy, and the exam is on FRIDAY.  THANK GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

That gives me like a whole 2 days to pretend to study.  Cool.

I was kind of annoyed about how I was supposed to reach 20,000 words today but I couldn't because of the exam.  Now that it's out of the way for the moment, 20 000 here I come!

First, watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXlzci1rKNM

A radio program held a sort of talent show for homeless people, and they found this guy - Daniel Mustard.  Now, despite being homeless, hairy, and wearing strange hats, he has talent.  If the amount of raw passion in this video doesn't get to you, then have a look at him now, nearly a year later.  He went to rehab, is no longer homeless, and he doesn't abuse drugs or alcohol.  This video is him clean, sober, and doing a preview of his new EP coming out soon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPBTaX7fn2M

Before anyone says "How can he be homeless if he has a guitar/access to a computer etc etc", he was given the guitar by the radio station, who is now funding him to do his EP.  He gets on the computer, and has a facebook page because he uses public library computers.


Moving on, the Cleaning Nazi is hooked on the tv show True Blood.  I first heard about it years ago when Dani-Q was telling me about this show she was watching, about a mind-reading chick called Sookie and a vampire called Bill.  Now, just from that description, it sounds pretty bad.

Anyway, I continued on with my life, until I decided to watch the first episode.  I ended up watching the whole first season.  I wouldn't say I was addicted, just interested enough to want to see where it was going.  I got halfway through the second season, then lost interest and stopped watching.

When the Cleaning Nazi found out about it, she asked my cousin what it was about.  She told her it was soft-core porn (which it kind of is, but they made it seem like I was a porn addict).  Of course, she didn't want her daughter watching that rubbish, even though I had already decided it was too crappy to keep watching. 

To set her straight, I made her watch it.  And now she can't stop.  She keeps saying "oh, I don't like it, but I want to see what happens".  You may call me a hypocrite, because I said the same thing, but the difference is that I stopped about 2 episodes into season 2.  She watches about 3 episodes a night, and gets angry with me because the 4th season hasn't been filmed yet.  Yes, apparently that's MY fault.

It's a bit ridiculous though.  In the town where this is set, everyone is either a mythological creature or a drug addict.  Or sometimes both, in the case of the in-bred meth-panthers. Yes, meth-panthers.  Panther people who are on meth.  It must have taken a genius to come up with that.  I couldn't come up with something stranger if I tried.

Also, look at the main character's teeth.

I can't stop staring.

I know that she can't help it, and she was born that way, blah, blah, blah.  But you'd think that if she wanted to be an actress, she would fix any physical oddities that she could?  Its not like she can't afford it.    I can't decide whether I think she's pretty or not.  It really depends on the episode, and the angle, and whether her mouth is closed or not.  Like this photo above, Anna Paquin can look pretty scary.  But as you can see below, she looks pretty good sometimes too.

But the point of bringing True Blood up is the hilarious accents, particularly in relation to the character's names.  Bill is pronounced Beel, Sookie is Sookeh, Sam is Saym, and Tara is Terra.  I seriously thought her name was Terra until I saw the credits halfway in season 2 and my mind exploded all over the place.

I know that I probably have a weird accent to most, since a South African friend's mother told me that she expected every Australian to sound like me.  So, I guess I shouldn't be one to judge the accents of other people.  I think it's just because none of the actors on the show actually have a real southern accent, so it seems a lot worse than what it could be.

That's pretty much all I wanted to say about True Blood. 










Is that space large enough that you know I'm going to start a new topic?

I've noticed a trend with blogs.  They're usually female writers.  They have an aspiration to eventually become a published author, and they put excepts of their stories on their blogs.  They are generally students of some kind.  Quite a lot of them have children, or autistic people in their families.  Or autistic children.  Either way, from what I've seen by continually hitting the Next blog button, is that there's a lot of people with autism in their families.  And they all blog about it.  I find that odd.  Their blog descriptions generally include the words "neurotic", "rant", "insanity", all that sort of stuff.  In real life, these sorts of things are bad, and get you in a lot of trouble.  In a blog however, weirdness, mental instability, and various other psychological conditions make you cute and quirky, just like every one else.  I'm not taking a shot at anyone personally, but these words are majorly over-used.  They are also serial daters.  I'm beginning to wonder if blog writers just go on ridiculous dates  just so they can blog about it.  Where do they even find these people?  They meet people, go on a date, meet a new person, go on a date etc etc.  It just keeps going.  How many people do you meet on an average day?  How many of these people do you date?  How many of these people do you NOT date?  I don't understand how its done.  I think a wizard did it.


Speaking of wizards, there's a group on facebook, its called "Harry Potter is a bit unrealistic. I mean a ginger kid with 2 friends".  I laughed pretty hard at that, despite my natural red hair.  But that's not what I wanted to talk about.  

Look at them!  How come they've grown and changed so much, and I still feel exactly the same as my 2001 self?  It's not fair!   Why do they get to grow up?  And why did no one kill Emma Watson for those god-awful outfits?  Look at that jumper!


They're all so different now.  Emma Watson has all these photoshopped nudes of her, Rupert Grint is doing sex scenes in movies, and Daniel Radcliffe is a total skirt chaser.  Despite his short stature, he seems to be proud of his ability to get his co-workers into bed.  Good for him.  I'd be more impressed if he could do it WITHOUT being the richest child star ever.


So, I  don't think I'm going to hit 2000 words for my daily word count, so I'll settle for the 1667 word count for normal people who have stuff to do with their lives.  As for the 20,000 total, I'm not sure if I've hit it.   Haven't done the maths yet.  I've noticed that Dani-Q is falling behind a bit because she's lazy she has to study.  She also has an anonymous hater who just kind of says stuff, and doesn't really put in too much effort.  I have my suspicions about who it is, and if I'm right, they just want a reaction from her.


Word count for this post = 1676
Total November word count = 19, 814

9th of November part 2: I think an update is in order.

I had my criminology exam today.  Or tonight really, because it was at a pretty stupid time.  All day, I was pretty stressed out about it, thinking about the pitiful effort I put into doing the readings, and gaining the "in depth" knowledge that my lecturer wanted from us.

The exam itself was 100 multiple choice questions.  The questions were all taken straight from the text book.  Literally.  We just had to insert the missing word.  To make it even easier, we were told what pages in our text book to study, and the exam questions were grouped together, chapter by chapter.

My uni has a policy of allowing students to leave the exam after one hour, or they can stay for the entire two hours if they choose.  The majority of the class left at the one hour mark, all incredibly pleased with themselves.  I was pretty worried that I was going to fail that class, but I have no doubt in my mind that I'll be fine now.

I only have two more exams left for 2010.  Anatomy, which is tomorrow, and anthropology on Saturday.  Then nothing until January.  Thank God.  I just need to suffer through the next few days.  I can do it.

I felt like a change, so I played with the settings for the blog.  Changed the background from a cook top to tomatoes.  With a title like Dynamic Bicycle, I want vibrant, loud but not too loud that your eyes die, colour.  And I think the new red tomato-y goodness brings that.  I spent a lot of time on changing the text colours and stuff.  Once again, I don't want to be responsible for the death of anyone's eyes.

Morgan, one of my challengers for our little NaNoWriMo competiton, has done a few parts of a story on her blog.  Then Dani-Q was telling me about how she wants her novel to be done by Christmas.  She wouldn't tell me what it was about or anything, so I can't pass judgement.  But since it's coming from her, I think I have a pretty good idea.  Hearing about all these other people, and their ideas for stories and novels really made me think about how different people really were.  For example, I couldn't write a story about Hawaii, like Morgan.  My writing falls more under the genre of sci-fi/action with elements of steam punk.  So Hawaii isn't really my cup of tea.  I can tell Danique's writing will have plenty of romantic tension and love triangles, and other various things that get her juices flowing (ew).  While some of that can be incorporated into my writing (after all, lust is quite a realistic motivation for characters), I'd rather stay away from the sappy stuff.  It's just cool how people can have such drastically different ideas in their head, yet they can still get along in a discussion about their daily lives.


This is only going to be a fairly short post I think.  Not much to say, I just wanted to get a couple hundred words out before I call it a night.

Total November word count = 18, 138

5th of November, part 2: Unjellied Hell

Good old phrase generators.  Not only did they create the title of the blog, but this post.  In fact, I think I like Unjellied Hell better than Dynamic Bicycle, but oh well.  I don't even know if "unjellied" is a word.

I don't have an incredible amount to say tonight, but if I'm not really doing anything, I might as well add to my word count.  Which will either be very close to, or over, 11,000 after this post.  Now, I don't know about you, but I see this as an achievement.  5 days in to my challenge, and I'm 1/5 of the way to the finish.     It's not even the word count that I'm proud of, its the fact that I've stuck to it for 5 whole days now.  For me, that's pretty good.

I had to work tonight, and I started thinking about my exams next week, and how I'll be working (and earning money) all Christmas.  I haven't gotten any results back from my assignments, so maybe I'm feeling just a little discouraged.  But I was considering what I would do if I failed uni this semester.  I hope I don't, but I really have no idea where I'm sitting at the moment.  So it's a possibility.  In the case of anatomy, a very REAL possibility.  We've done 60% of assessment so far, and I'm sitting on 30.6%.  Not even 36%.  THIRTY POINT SIX PERCENT.  Sometimes I amaze myself at how damn mediocre I manage to be.  It's a skill. 

But because I haven't received any of my results, I don't feel very motivated to study or anything.  And now, I'm at the point where I'm planning what I'll do after I fail. 

I would work full time for a few months, long enough to get my car and license.  Save up a bit more money, then leave Townsville.  Float around in all these little towns, stopping at the big ones along the way. I wouldnt go down south straight away, I'd go through Mt Isa, Camooweal, up to Darwin, then across to WA, then down and across. Do that until I'm 21, then move to America, and live in one of the Southern States.  Yeah, I know it's not a far stretch from the Hicksville I'm in at the moment, but at least it will be a bit more interesting.  But that's years away. And that's only if I fail, which I may not.  Purely hypothetical.


As much as I want to go to uni and learn, and get a good job and all that crap, I'm really getting tired of it.  This is my 13th solid year of impossibly high expectations, and I'm sick of it.  I want my parents to leave me alone, and let me make my own life choices. 

Well, I should stop thinking about all this, or I'll make myself want it even more.

This post is 496 words.  My total for November is 11, 208.  Fuck yeah.

Just some word salad for you

I can't be bothered doing a proper blog, so I'll type out a preview of what's to come.

1.  Did my anatomy exam.  Unfortunately, I was not the one examining hot men.  Examiners were examining me examining a severed corpse's arm.  Didn't go as badly as I previously thought.

2.  I'm shopping around for a new hairdresser, since the one I always go to hired a new chick, who told me to go away for a week and think about my choice.

3.  I'm also shopping for a new doctor.  The old one is refusing to give me a script for the pill until I do a pap smear.  That's pretty fucked up.  Spreading my legs for birth control.

4.  I've realised Dani-Q makes most of my life decisions for me.  I was in the shopping centre she works at, and every time I'm presented with a problem, I kind of run to her shop for guidance and pretend I'm buying stuff.

5.  I'm gradually dying my hair lighter, so I can dye it blue.  If I do it while it's red, funky shit may happen.  And I'm not going to risk my hair like that.

6.  The ex-bf texted me about my exam.  God knows how he knows about it, so I'll take it as a romantic gesture.  He has a job now, paid back some debts (nothing serious).  It took him like a week to "sort his life out".  Fickle boy.

7. The Halloween Zombie Walk is on Saturday night, and the there's the afterparty in the local nightclub strip.  I don't think I'll dress up or anything, I just want to watch and possibly go into town afterwards.  I need people to go with me.

8.  November is only like a week away.  Shit shit shit.  I completely forgot about NaNoWriMo.  Still doing it though.

9.  Umm.  Too tired for rational thought.  Finish my sentences tomorrow.

Goodnight.

Survived another day

Did my anatomy exam today.  Not sure how it went.  I think I at least passed, hopefully.  It always sucks when you think "well, I understand enough to get me through the exam" and then the exam doesn't ask you the important stuff, it asks you the bullshit questions that you were told not to worry about studying.  Last anatomy exam, we were told not to worry about the details of each of the layers of the skin.  Guess what 25 of the 40 questions were about?

I passed that one, somehow.  I also vowed to never get that far behind in my study ever again.  I kind of did, but I definitely felt like I learned stuff in this second half of the semester.  That's a plus, I guess.

I did the exam, went home, and tried to start my anthropology essay.   I didn't touch it, because I wasn't really in an African Witchcraft kind of mood.  Went to work, 4 hours of shelf stacking boredom, and I'm home again, still not in the mood for African Witchcraft.  To be honest, I don't think I've ever been in the mood for African Witchcraft.

I discovered that my lipstick (L'oreal Colour Riche, good stuff) has made its way into my bag, without a lid.  Not cool, lipstick.  Not cool.  Last time I had a makeup disaster, it was a  bottle of nail polish on the carpet, and the cleaning product made more of a stain than the original accident did.

Speaking of accidents,  something weird happened outside my house last night.  The dog started barking, and since his bed is outside my window (and I consider him my son), it is my duty to tell him to shut the hell up and go to bed.  Ususally he does, and he stays quiet.  Last night, he wouldn't be quiet.  Then mum heard the noise of our gates opening and closing.  A minute later, the sliding noise of a van door.  She freaked out and assumed people were in our backyard and woke up my dad.  I assumed the dog was being a retard and barking at our weird Indian neighbours (they aren't weird because they're Indian, they are weird and Indian separately). So I ignored it all.

My parents are walking around the house, checking out the shed to see if people were in the yard.  Then they heard voices out the front, and saw an ambulance driving away.  Bit weird, but fair enough.  We're surrounded by old people, someone probably hurt themselves.  Doesn't explain the dog barking, or the gates opening, or the BLOOD SMEARED ON OUR DRIVEWAY!  It seriously looks like something dragged itself from the neighbour's front yard, across the front of our house where the gate(and the dog)  is, across our lawn and onto the road, where it just stops in the middle.  But why did the gate open and close?  Why was there an ambulance further down the road, away from the end of the blood trail?  I'd like to think that my vicious guard dog attacked someone, severely wounding him.  But I don't think he's capable of hurting anyone when he looks like that (see below)

Or is he?

Shake that healthy butt!

I honestly regret getting on this site today.

I went to anatomy.  I saw cadavers.  I poked a few, as I usually do on Thursday mornings.  I came home, got out my books and began to study.  I thought, "oh, I'll do a quick check of all the social networking sites and get into study".  Did that happen?  Well, sort of.

I looked at Morgan's blog (here) and she was talking about the song "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix A Lot, among other things.  I watched the video, laughed at it's ridiculousness, and was reminded of something from high school.  Then the song was stuck in my head while I was doing my anatomy study.

I went shopping to get away from all the anatomy and music.  Didn't stop me from thinking.  I sat there, eating dinner, wondering why men like Sir Mix A Lot are so attracted to women with a thick layer of adipose tissue over their gluteus maximus.  Then one of the anatomy lab assistants walked past, and I lost it.  Ran for the hills (or rather, to the nearest shoe store) to take my mind off people's asses.

Anatomy exam tomorrow/ " I'll study YOUR anatomy..."

Every time I try to think of something to blog about, my brain  goes "NO!  STUDY FOR ANATOMY TOMORROW!"   So, I shall compromise, and blog about anatomy.  I'm like 10 weeks in, and I still associate "studying anatomy" with staring at males.  Cue giggling like an idiot.  I can't help it.

For most of the 10 weeks, we had a female lecturer with a New Zealand accent.  Then, for about 3 weeks, we had a hot male lecturer, Dr. Nathan (He's a doctor!) with an Irish accent.  Now, don't get me wrong, having a hottie with an accent is good, because I was constantly studying his anatomy (that counts as learning, right?).  However, I'm starting to wonder if we (the students) are pronouncing things properly.  All our anatomical terms are taught to us with Kiwi or Irish accents, so do we sound like idiots to Aussie people?  For example, Crypts of Lieberkuhn.  Its somewhere in the digestive system.  I feel like I gain an Irish accent everytime I say "Leeber-coon".  But that's how the lecturer said it.

I'll finish this off later.  I should study.