just a quick post, it pretty much sums it all up anyway...

There was an ass.
And Slumdog Millionaire kicked it.

Mens' Arses

Now that I have your attention.

This week, I:
-Turned 16
-Wrote a song
-Realised how desperately I really need my sleep
-Comandeered my mum's guitar
-Spent a very long time on the verandah(sp?) for the first time since moving in
-Began to appreciate my own voice
-Bamboozled a cat
-Came to terms with something that had been bugging me for nearly a year
-This then spouted a huge arguement with my own subconscious, had to give it a pep-talk about the teachings of the Buddha (ie. the cause of suffering is desire)
-Realised that I can be fairly self-centred at times
-Finally learned how to spell "original" since I've been spelling it wrong for years
-Had some truly bizzare dreams (in most of them, the people had shorter hair than they did in reality, somebody's gotten into my dreams and gave everyone haircuts...)
-Found out just how much I'd been torturing someone for about a year without realising it
-Had to explain something VERY obvious to someone who was being VERY stupid
-Figured out which fears were rational and which were irrational
-Had far too much fun saying "Exterminate" into a fan to hear myself sounding like a Dalek
-Decided against sorting out my priorities
-Figured that, hey, life happens, I'm halfway to 32, and 16 years was a really long time in retrospect, something'll happen and damn, it's gotta be good.

collective nouns

My mum and I, on a particularly uneventful car ride, came up with some collective nouns that perhaps nobody's figured out yet.

A p'zazz of drama students
A compound of chemists
A mullet of bogans
A tangle of hairdressers
A collision of physicists
A theorum of philosophers
A mitosis of biologists
A query of psychaitrists
A shoe of runners
A giggle of comedians
A sum of mathematicians
A chord of musos
A bimbo of heiresses
A swarm of entomologists
A paragraph of etomologists
An intimidation of body builders
A shock of electricians

And finally...
A collective noun of literature enthusiasts.

meh.

So, the birthday vibe has worn off and now I feel slightly sick. Not physically sick, just a sort of annoyance with the events that unfold. I shouldn't feel like this, but that's probably the worst thing you could tell someone who does feel terrible.
That's the only way I can describe it, emotionally sick. That feeling, niggling at the back of my mind. Just sitting there, not daring to intrude too much, but it's there enough to send my emotions downward.
Valentines day rocks up, all full of itself, decides to make me feel lonely, but that's okay, because that's what Valentines does, then my birthday appears, my one day where I can justify the world revolving around me (which, by the way, it does).
And now the vibes, good and bad, are gone, and what's left is the emotional unrest. Just the awkwardness, the fear, the loathing, the longing to be accepted, to be liked, to be loved, to mean something, to someone, not just someone, but also me.

When I was younger, like 3-5 years old, I had a fantastic best friend. His name was Michiel. Michiel was awesome, we used to tell each other stories, go to each other's houses, play in the mud, we were pretty much part of each other's families. That all changed when I moved to Brisbane and we never saw each other again. I don't really remember a sense of loss, that I was losing the greatest friend a four-year-old could ask for.

Suddenly I get the feeling that I'm, well, boring. Sure, there are people who I know will disagree, but then again, paranoia does tend to settle in when someone on MSN hasn't said something in a long time. Only talks when I talk. Never tells me about themself. I can't do all the prying, sometimes I just feel like I might be intruding on privacy. Like really, who wants me to know stuff about them, who am I to be ranting on and on.

There it is again, the self-concept gremlins, intent upon making me the most awkward, distant person I could be.
Can I confess something?
I think I'm bored. Bored of people who won't talk, who aren't interested, who just...aren't or don't or wont or can't be buggered.
So please, talk to me, I don't mind, you may think it's trivial, like I don't want to know things, but mostly, I want to know what you want to tell me, and maybe you'll find stuff out about me. Stuff can be interesting, you know.

I guess I'm just on a low-self-concept rant at the moment, but that doesn't take away any validity.

umm...yes?

I think I've been posessed. Posessed by Squelch, the INCREDIBLE SWEAT MONSTER.
By that, I mean that the humidity today was FRIGGIN UNNACCEPTABLE! Goddamn. I walked into an airconditioned room and the warm, humid air outside met the cool, dry front of the inside and it started raining in the doorway.
Am I being serious? Or am I not?

15+1=IZZIE!

16. It's a good number. Halfway to 32, and considering how 16 was a friggin long time, it seems I have a very long time to go.

My birthday was freakin awesome.

I got Paper Towns by John Green, a book I've been searching for since it was released, so that was fantastic.

When I got home, I found something rather odd, my mother had filled my bedroom with purple balloons. Yes, balloons. Reminded me vaguely of the conclusion that me and Kris came to that when mixed, malteasers and movie popcorn taste like balloons. I remain in solidarity that that is definately the case.

One of the more spectacularly awesome gifts I got was this, that Clare made me.

How awesome? Very awesome.

For more birthday antics, check out my DeviantART, here.

A conversation I had with my mum.

Izzie: What's that?
Mum: (reading label) Multi-purpose cobweb broom.
Izzie: Multi-purpose?
Mum: Yep.
Izzie: What other purpose could a cobweb broom serve?
Mum:...enema?