I have four pencil cases on my desk. They all have pencils in them. What gives!
WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY FREAKING PENCIL CASES!?!?!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Never been one for cliches
I got home on Thursday in a disproportionally good mood, so I thought maybe it hadn't hit me properly. So I tried some of the cliches, just in case. There wasn't any chocolate in the house, except for 70% Dark Chocolate, and after my experience with 100% dark, I can't bring myself within a 400 metre radius of the stuff, so I had a biscuit. But the thing is, I would've been eating Speculaas anyway, and there were only two left, so mostly, I was annoyed that there wasn't more Speculaas.
So I tried listening to some deep-as-all-fuck breakup songs. Unfortunately, I can't take any of these seriously, which is why I ended up listening to Tripod's That's why I'm Sending You... and then Oh! Darling from the Across the Universe soundtrack, before deciding that I would've been listening to those anyway, so I just added a bunch of other stuff to my On-The-Go playlist and left it at that.
There was exactly no photographic evidence of the two of us, so there were no poloroids to tear up symbolically, or desktop background to change, so that was out.
So now I'm doing the ultimate cliche, the blog. Except it's not an angry or sad or hateful or regretful blog. It's just a blog.
Now, before I sound totally callous, maybe I should recount the events of The Most Eventful Art Lesson Ever in the History of Ever. It started well enough, but then I had to break the news to Maddy and Claire, president and tresurer -respectively- of the Izzie-and-Alex fan club. Claire nearly fainted. And, thinking Maddy might kill me, I hid behind Reid. Now, it wasn't until Maddy started painting that I actually cried. Over-empathetic tears for Maddy is exactly it. I over-empathise with everyone, so emotional moments kind of get me. And I'm a drama nerd, so I can't resist symbolism. And Maddy being like a child whose parents had just divorced led to a good two minutes of tears from me and being at the centre of a half-art-class wide group hug (which I didn't participate much in).
I suppose the blog is to let my various stalkers know that I'm fine. And not the kind of fine where I'm actually dying on the inside and just want to be a martyr, actually properly fine. I have three states of being. Ridiculously Happy, Fine and Disasterous. Ridiculously Happy is usually in the presence of coffee or in the middle of a had-to-be-there moment and Disasterous is usually when everything seems...well...Disasterous. Now, there is no coffee and no major catastrophes have happened which would make me question the entire nature of the universe and what part I have to play and how to escape the 'Labyrinth' as García Márquez would put it then cursing myself for being so dramatic and pretentious. I am therefore Fine and of course we're still friends.
A great deal of yesterday was spent consoling people who were more upset than I was about something that happened to me. That's what you get for not being able to live up to the expectations of the melodramatic and the romantics.
Maybe I should end on something philosophical. Relationships may come and go, but friends are persistant bastards who stick around.
So I tried listening to some deep-as-all-fuck breakup songs. Unfortunately, I can't take any of these seriously, which is why I ended up listening to Tripod's That's why I'm Sending You... and then Oh! Darling from the Across the Universe soundtrack, before deciding that I would've been listening to those anyway, so I just added a bunch of other stuff to my On-The-Go playlist and left it at that.
There was exactly no photographic evidence of the two of us, so there were no poloroids to tear up symbolically, or desktop background to change, so that was out.
So now I'm doing the ultimate cliche, the blog. Except it's not an angry or sad or hateful or regretful blog. It's just a blog.
Now, before I sound totally callous, maybe I should recount the events of The Most Eventful Art Lesson Ever in the History of Ever. It started well enough, but then I had to break the news to Maddy and Claire, president and tresurer -respectively- of the Izzie-and-Alex fan club. Claire nearly fainted. And, thinking Maddy might kill me, I hid behind Reid. Now, it wasn't until Maddy started painting that I actually cried. Over-empathetic tears for Maddy is exactly it. I over-empathise with everyone, so emotional moments kind of get me. And I'm a drama nerd, so I can't resist symbolism. And Maddy being like a child whose parents had just divorced led to a good two minutes of tears from me and being at the centre of a half-art-class wide group hug (which I didn't participate much in).
I suppose the blog is to let my various stalkers know that I'm fine. And not the kind of fine where I'm actually dying on the inside and just want to be a martyr, actually properly fine. I have three states of being. Ridiculously Happy, Fine and Disasterous. Ridiculously Happy is usually in the presence of coffee or in the middle of a had-to-be-there moment and Disasterous is usually when everything seems...well...Disasterous. Now, there is no coffee and no major catastrophes have happened which would make me question the entire nature of the universe and what part I have to play and how to escape the 'Labyrinth' as García Márquez would put it then cursing myself for being so dramatic and pretentious. I am therefore Fine and of course we're still friends.
A great deal of yesterday was spent consoling people who were more upset than I was about something that happened to me. That's what you get for not being able to live up to the expectations of the melodramatic and the romantics.
Maybe I should end on something philosophical. Relationships may come and go, but friends are persistant bastards who stick around.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
NaNoWriMo
Sup guys!
This year, amidst the stress and confusion of year 11, I'm going to be participating in NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month.
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/556040
That's my page.
Be my buddy!
I'll be writing stuff.
This year, amidst the stress and confusion of year 11, I'm going to be participating in NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month.
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/556040
That's my page.
Be my buddy!
I'll be writing stuff.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Oh, the glory of things.
There are two bands I've "discovered" over the past week who are awesome and deserve some serious checking out. Of course, by "discovered" I mean I've been linked to their websites by two different, yet very awesome people.
Streetlight Manifesto:
http://www.streetlightmanifesto.com/
Rocketsmiths:
http://www.rocketsmiths.com/
LISTEN TO THEIR MUSICAL AWESOME!
Anyway, it's term 4 now, which means it's that time of year again where Izzie gets annoyed. Mainly at the weather. I don't like humidity, I'm from Armidale, NSW where the humidity is at about -40% and the air turns to dust as you walk through and you have to take 3 baths in moisturiser every day...or at least you would if it weren't so freaking cold and the prospect of being nude in a cold bath is approximate to the idea of having all your vital organs slowly sneezed out of you, so instead you just crack as you walk.
Speaking of NSW, I'd like to point out how lucky it is that I don't care about sport, for you see, as a New South Welshman raised in Queensland, I get a mild twinge of internal conflict at State of Origin time, which would probably tear me apart if I gave a damn who won. But that doesn't stop me being smug every time it's NSW.
So, I suppose the only real reason I'm writing this blog is because I know I'll just get really angry in about 10 minutes if I start finishing (oooh....oxymoron? yes? no? maybe? lobster?) my Chem assignment. 10 minutes because that's the approximate amount of time until Grandma either bursts into my room or calls me on my phone to say that dinner's ready. I just need to fill the time until then. I also don't want to do my Chem assignment. Corrosion protection methods for steel-reinforced concrete is only slightly less tedious than reading the entire Twilight series cover to cover. Seriously, a friend asked me if I wanted to see New Moon when it comes out and I must have misheard, because what I heard was, "I'd like to torture both of us horribly." And another thing about New Moon, why does everyone think it's okay for Bella to develop schizophrenia? What part of IT'S A SERIOUS MEDICAL CONDITION don't those fangirls understand? Oh, she loves Edward, well that makes it totally okay to hear his voice and throw herself off a cliff just so she can see him, NO IT DOESN'T! Hasn't anyone seen that movie A Beautiful Mind? Remember when Russel Crowe tried to kill his wife and son because his imaginary roomate and his imaginary niece and that imaginary army dude told him to? Surprise ending, the Edward in Bella's head tells her to KILL EVERYONE AND EVERYONE DIES THEN ALL THE FANGIRLS FIND A PROPER BOOK TO READ. Oh, and sorry if I just spoiled the ending of A Beautiful Mind for you. Actually, that wasn't the ending, the ending was much more awesome, but I won't spoil it.
Disclaimer: Yes, I do own the entire Twilight series, yes, I have read the entire Twilight series, no I did not buy any of the books, they were all gifts from people who decided that I needed to read the entire Twilight series. But hey, I now have something to base my hatred on. MISUSE OF MY NAME! MISUSE OF MY NAME! (Yes there are people in the world who call me Bella rather than Izzie...in Italy, a dude at the gelati shop said 'Ciao Bella' and I was like "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!!!" and I kindof felt like a twat.)
Hmm...the fan is blowing on my face, making the top half of my body really cold, but my feet are under a blanket (I'm on my bed) so they're really warm, but I've got a really good body temperature around the middle. Or maybe that's just because my laptop is resting on my knees. Oh well, I'm alarmingly comfortable, and that's what counts.
Anyway, I may have found the GREATEST COUCH EVER. It's on the verandah at my Mum's place. It's been there for two years and I've only just realised how magic it is. It's like someone's sewn a couch togther out of solidified awesome and it's come into my Mum's posession for some reason.
Well, I think that's enough of a ramble for now. Catcha next time I'm procrastinating.
Streetlight Manifesto:
http://www.streetlightmanifesto.com/
Rocketsmiths:
http://www.rocketsmiths.com/
LISTEN TO THEIR MUSICAL AWESOME!
Anyway, it's term 4 now, which means it's that time of year again where Izzie gets annoyed. Mainly at the weather. I don't like humidity, I'm from Armidale, NSW where the humidity is at about -40% and the air turns to dust as you walk through and you have to take 3 baths in moisturiser every day...or at least you would if it weren't so freaking cold and the prospect of being nude in a cold bath is approximate to the idea of having all your vital organs slowly sneezed out of you, so instead you just crack as you walk.
Speaking of NSW, I'd like to point out how lucky it is that I don't care about sport, for you see, as a New South Welshman raised in Queensland, I get a mild twinge of internal conflict at State of Origin time, which would probably tear me apart if I gave a damn who won. But that doesn't stop me being smug every time it's NSW.
So, I suppose the only real reason I'm writing this blog is because I know I'll just get really angry in about 10 minutes if I start finishing (oooh....oxymoron? yes? no? maybe? lobster?) my Chem assignment. 10 minutes because that's the approximate amount of time until Grandma either bursts into my room or calls me on my phone to say that dinner's ready. I just need to fill the time until then. I also don't want to do my Chem assignment. Corrosion protection methods for steel-reinforced concrete is only slightly less tedious than reading the entire Twilight series cover to cover. Seriously, a friend asked me if I wanted to see New Moon when it comes out and I must have misheard, because what I heard was, "I'd like to torture both of us horribly." And another thing about New Moon, why does everyone think it's okay for Bella to develop schizophrenia? What part of IT'S A SERIOUS MEDICAL CONDITION don't those fangirls understand? Oh, she loves Edward, well that makes it totally okay to hear his voice and throw herself off a cliff just so she can see him, NO IT DOESN'T! Hasn't anyone seen that movie A Beautiful Mind? Remember when Russel Crowe tried to kill his wife and son because his imaginary roomate and his imaginary niece and that imaginary army dude told him to? Surprise ending, the Edward in Bella's head tells her to KILL EVERYONE AND EVERYONE DIES THEN ALL THE FANGIRLS FIND A PROPER BOOK TO READ. Oh, and sorry if I just spoiled the ending of A Beautiful Mind for you. Actually, that wasn't the ending, the ending was much more awesome, but I won't spoil it.
Disclaimer: Yes, I do own the entire Twilight series, yes, I have read the entire Twilight series, no I did not buy any of the books, they were all gifts from people who decided that I needed to read the entire Twilight series. But hey, I now have something to base my hatred on. MISUSE OF MY NAME! MISUSE OF MY NAME! (Yes there are people in the world who call me Bella rather than Izzie...in Italy, a dude at the gelati shop said 'Ciao Bella' and I was like "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!!!" and I kindof felt like a twat.)
Hmm...the fan is blowing on my face, making the top half of my body really cold, but my feet are under a blanket (I'm on my bed) so they're really warm, but I've got a really good body temperature around the middle. Or maybe that's just because my laptop is resting on my knees. Oh well, I'm alarmingly comfortable, and that's what counts.
Anyway, I may have found the GREATEST COUCH EVER. It's on the verandah at my Mum's place. It's been there for two years and I've only just realised how magic it is. It's like someone's sewn a couch togther out of solidified awesome and it's come into my Mum's posession for some reason.
Well, I think that's enough of a ramble for now. Catcha next time I'm procrastinating.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
English ass-ignment
Having finished my maths (see, I did do my maths) I now needed something to distract myself from English.
I figured sticking two pens in my mouth and webcamming my amazing hair would suffice.
I figured sticking two pens in my mouth and webcamming my amazing hair would suffice.
Maths ass-ignment
Getitgetitgetit? Because I said 'ass.'
Anyway, I have a maths assignment due tomorrow and I don't really want to do the remaining 1/3 I have left, so I've been procrastinating.
Procrastination method #1: Bubbleshooter
Procrastination method #2: Created to-do list.
Procrastination method #3: Organised On-The-Go playlist.
Procrastination method #4: Cleaned the pool (which I would never do under normal circumstances).
Procrastination method #5: Checked emails
Procrastination method #6: Bubbleshooter
Procrastination method #7: Found hairspray and wax, styled hair until it was LUDICROUSLY MASSIVE.
Procrastination method #8: Searched for camera to document the BIGHAIR.
Procrastination method #9: Abandoned search for camera, Dailyboothed BIGHAIR.
Procrastination method #10: Unpacked the dishwasher.
Procrastination method #11: Lunch.
Procrastination method #12: Repacked dishwasher.
Procrastination method #13: This Blog.
Now I swear I'll do my maths assignment...no...seriously...I will...
Anyway, I have a maths assignment due tomorrow and I don't really want to do the remaining 1/3 I have left, so I've been procrastinating.
Procrastination method #1: Bubbleshooter
Procrastination method #2: Created to-do list.
Procrastination method #3: Organised On-The-Go playlist.
Procrastination method #4: Cleaned the pool (which I would never do under normal circumstances).
Procrastination method #5: Checked emails
Procrastination method #6: Bubbleshooter
Procrastination method #7: Found hairspray and wax, styled hair until it was LUDICROUSLY MASSIVE.
Procrastination method #8: Searched for camera to document the BIGHAIR.
Procrastination method #9: Abandoned search for camera, Dailyboothed BIGHAIR.
Procrastination method #10: Unpacked the dishwasher.
Procrastination method #11: Lunch.
Procrastination method #12: Repacked dishwasher.
Procrastination method #13: This Blog.
Now I swear I'll do my maths assignment...no...seriously...I will...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Izzie's back.
Guess who's back.
Back again.
Izzie's back.
Tell a friend.
etc. etc. etc.
Anyways, I've been in EUROPE.
To be honest, I can't be stuffed to blog about it, knowing I'll vlog about it at some point.
In other news, I've written a song that I don't hate! This doesn't happen often, and usually when it does, I try to play it on guitar at which point I lose all faith in humanity. I haven't tried playing it yet because I've had no time, but I'll give it a stab and see how it goes. It's called "Nerdlike" because "Nerdfighterlike" wouldn't fit in the number of syllables I had. Also, it would make slightly more sense to people who aren't nerdfighters.
I'm also very tired right now, and feeling slightly odd. Maybe I'll go to bed. Nighty night.
Back again.
Izzie's back.
Tell a friend.
etc. etc. etc.
Anyways, I've been in EUROPE.
To be honest, I can't be stuffed to blog about it, knowing I'll vlog about it at some point.
In other news, I've written a song that I don't hate! This doesn't happen often, and usually when it does, I try to play it on guitar at which point I lose all faith in humanity. I haven't tried playing it yet because I've had no time, but I'll give it a stab and see how it goes. It's called "Nerdlike" because "Nerdfighterlike" wouldn't fit in the number of syllables I had. Also, it would make slightly more sense to people who aren't nerdfighters.
I'm also very tired right now, and feeling slightly odd. Maybe I'll go to bed. Nighty night.
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