Thing of the Week/ Mr Foster's Box of Joy

My Thing for this week is a paintbrush.
Allow me to explain.
Thing of the Week began way back in year 10, when it was just Hug Week. I'd written "HUG TIME" on a heap of cards and was giving them to people all that week, and for a full year, one of them was stuck to the fan in the art room, until, late last year it was tragically torn off.
At one point last year, I came across a rather large amount of string in House Group one fine Monday. This string remained in my blazer pocket for a whole week. I whipped the string out at guitar ensemble...they weren't impressed. But some of us did find some use for the string when we decided to lasso Mars in an attempt to pull the earth further away from the sun. And yes, we did think it would work.
This week's Thing came into my posession during Extension English this afternoon. I was minding my own business, doing my review and defence (*SIGH*) when suddenly, there appears Mr Foster. And what should Mr Foster be holding? Mr Foster's Box of Joy. A box he had while he was teaching primary school full of pens, pencils and weirdly shaped erasers. I do believe the paintbrush I comandeered from kicks some serious lower-back.

Valentimes is serious times.

Valentine's Day...
*sigh*
I don't feel good about it, nor does it make me angry or sad that I, once again, forgot to get a boyfriend this V-Day. It's just another one of those things I don't care about, but feel I should. Hopeless Romantic Izzie was squished by Izzie With Dignity at about the same time I stopped watching Disney Movies. Which was about 7. The Disney Princess movies, that is, I'll still watch The Lion King or Mulan or something, but even at a young age, I thought Prince Charming would generally be a boring person. Although, Ariel struck it lucky with Eric in The Little Mermaid. A Disney prince with at least a small amount of personality and a kickass pet. And I never even watched Beauty And The Beast. Just putting it out there.
I think this blog started with Valumulumtimes Day. Well, tomorrow for me is mostly my Grandma's birthday. Which probably means Indian Take-Away. GARLIC NAAN WINS AT EVERYTHING. I used to have the best naan bread recipe ever...I think I know where it is...I'll go find it tomorrow...
Is it obvious I'm tired? My holiday-stamina has faded and I'm getting tired at 10 rather than 2AM now. School will do that to you...
Here's a picture I took.

Can I get a "hell yeah"?
I SAID CAN I GET A "HELL YEAH!"

PS. And this is the last time I shall say this, but External Working, do you read my blog any more?

three-way conversation of AWESOME

Izzie:
CHRIS
CHRIS
CHRIS
CHAIRS?
CHRIS!
Christopher:
chairs is not even close to chris!
Izzie:
CHAIRS
CHAIRS
CHAIRS
CHAIRS
CHAIRS
Kristopher:
CHARIZARD!
Christopher:
NOW YOU HAVE CALLED MY TRUE NAME I WILL BE YOUR SERVANT FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!
Kristopher:
YAY!
LICK IZZIE'S FEET!
Izzie:
do it
Christopher:
over the net?
Izzie:
yep
Christopher:
ok, i did it
Izzie:
i see no verb asterisks
Christopher:
*sigh* fine
*licks izzie's feet*
Izzie:
man, this is so going on my blog

An open letter to everything I own.

Dear Everything I Own,
Could at least one of you not turn to fail? That'd be awesome.
Yours Truly,
Izzie

Dr Batman

I saw someone amazing today. On the bus, there was a woman with an ID card from UQ Medical. Her surname was Batman.
That's right.
I sat on the bus next to the future Dr Batman.

Sleep and such

Now that it's holidays, I'm sleeping in until atrociously late. I think the latest so far is 1:30, and I suppose it doesn't help that I've been awake until 2AM. But the fact that I'm actually getting a reasonable amount of sleep means that I'm actually having dreams again. I'm used to getting up before I have that opportunity, so I'd nearly forgotten how totally bizzare my dreams can get. The oddest dream I've ever had was probably the one when I was 5, where I was being chased through a playground by what can only adequately be described as a very flamboyant womble.
Over the past weeks, my dreams have taken me to some very odd places. From a beach party where everyone was drinking glow sticks and subsequently turning different colours and glowing to fighting Godzilla in Hong Kong. At least I think it was Hong Kong, it did look a lot like Chinatown. But according to my dream, it was Hong Kong, and that's what counts. Last night, my dream involved someone I know and I trying to sneak into a movie using tickets we'd bought the day before. As soon as the ticket-dude asked for our tickets, the person I was with shouted "THE GAME IS UP!" and we ran about three flights of stairs down into a very well-lit basement. At that point, we started building a model of a semi-exploded helicopter. That is, a helicopter that is in the process of exploding.
In hindsight, this blog probably wasn't very interesting. I'm hungry. And could really go a chai latte...
Also, External Working, do you still read my blog? Just curious...

BLOG!

Kris wants a blog.
Here is my blog.
Are you happy now, Kris?