The Queensland weather system is a phenomonon. Somehow, while the rest of the world is in its normal position, Queensland has positioned itself three-quarters of a mile from the surface of the sun. It may also be the only place on earth with a menopausal weather system.
I'm annoyed.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Gandalf, Liza and James
I totally saw Galdalf on the train today.
It was about 7:30 at night and I was on my way home from Acting, and at the Fortitude Valley stop, one stop away from Central. This dude got on the train, he was all well-maintained beard and insane hair and barefoot and coat. He had Galdalfesque staff-type-thing and a HUGE sack of potatoes. It was the potatoes that made me wonder. Like, where in the Valley can you get potatoes? He was pretty much the typical Fortitude-Valley-at-night type of dude, but with potatoes.
In other news, if you rearrange my name (my full name for those who know it) it ALMOST spells "alliance." Just replace the "C" with an "S" and you've got the dodgily spelt allianse.
In more news, the best song to burst in to in the locker room is officially "Mein Herr" from Cabaret. Yeah...my locker room outbursts would make Liza-With-A-Z spin in her grave if it weren't for the fact that she's actually alive. Yay, living!
I handed in two drafts today. English, which has been plagueing me since last term, and Chem, which has been plagueing me since about two weeks ago. So far, Chem was doing a better job of eating away at, unravelling and shit-kicking my brain and sanity. Yes, I have enough sanity left to be shit-kicked by a Chem assignment.
I've been doing a lot of complaining about that assignment, and the complaining will not stop until about next Friday, when I hand in the final copy. But that's not a guarantee.
And OH MY GOD! I finally completed number 23 in my list of life goals! That is, not killing James for a whole week.
It was about 7:30 at night and I was on my way home from Acting, and at the Fortitude Valley stop, one stop away from Central. This dude got on the train, he was all well-maintained beard and insane hair and barefoot and coat. He had Galdalfesque staff-type-thing and a HUGE sack of potatoes. It was the potatoes that made me wonder. Like, where in the Valley can you get potatoes? He was pretty much the typical Fortitude-Valley-at-night type of dude, but with potatoes.
In other news, if you rearrange my name (my full name for those who know it) it ALMOST spells "alliance." Just replace the "C" with an "S" and you've got the dodgily spelt allianse.
In more news, the best song to burst in to in the locker room is officially "Mein Herr" from Cabaret. Yeah...my locker room outbursts would make Liza-With-A-Z spin in her grave if it weren't for the fact that she's actually alive. Yay, living!
I handed in two drafts today. English, which has been plagueing me since last term, and Chem, which has been plagueing me since about two weeks ago. So far, Chem was doing a better job of eating away at, unravelling and shit-kicking my brain and sanity. Yes, I have enough sanity left to be shit-kicked by a Chem assignment.
I've been doing a lot of complaining about that assignment, and the complaining will not stop until about next Friday, when I hand in the final copy. But that's not a guarantee.
And OH MY GOD! I finally completed number 23 in my list of life goals! That is, not killing James for a whole week.
Friday, July 31, 2009
The Bucket List
I haven't seen that movie. But I have a list. There are 71 points on this list, and I very nearly completed number 23, but was thwarted.
I've completed number 5, 10, 17 and 36, and I'm really freaking happy about those ones.
Number 23 is to go a whole week without trying to kill James. There was about 20 minutes left of lunch and I was leaning against a locker, and I began sliding down. James was leaning opposite me and began sliding, then said "Race ya." So of course I agreed. I won by the way. Our feet sortof met in the middle, and somehow he didn't realise that ALL MY WEIGHT was rested on his feet, and if anyone, he should've realised that...physics and all that...anyway. He stood up. The bastard stood up. And I fell on my arse. So action needed to be taken, and in the great Izzie-and-James tradition, I ended up in more pain than he did. It's not my fault, he just keeps defending himself.
So yeah, I'll try for number 23 again next week...
I've completed number 5, 10, 17 and 36, and I'm really freaking happy about those ones.
Number 23 is to go a whole week without trying to kill James. There was about 20 minutes left of lunch and I was leaning against a locker, and I began sliding down. James was leaning opposite me and began sliding, then said "Race ya." So of course I agreed. I won by the way. Our feet sortof met in the middle, and somehow he didn't realise that ALL MY WEIGHT was rested on his feet, and if anyone, he should've realised that...physics and all that...anyway. He stood up. The bastard stood up. And I fell on my arse. So action needed to be taken, and in the great Izzie-and-James tradition, I ended up in more pain than he did. It's not my fault, he just keeps defending himself.
So yeah, I'll try for number 23 again next week...
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I got the smartass award
Otherwise known as a Cum Laude award...it means something in latin, I dunno. Basically, it means I got overall As in two subjects and didn't fail any. Although, it did mean (as I was being presented and stuff) that I had to wear the stockings rather than the socks. And these stockings had some serious ladders going on. How many "Stairway to Heaven" jokes were made? Heaps. But who cares, because I got FREE FOOD!! There was a morning tea for the students and parents of students who got these awards and they had the AWESOMEST LITTLE CUPCAKES!!! And caramel tarts. Work hard, get good grades, get free food. It's a good cycle.
Anyway, enough about how brilliant I am.
There are 5 tins of sweet corn soup in the cupboard. I'm the only one in the house who will a) eat soup from a tin and b) eat sweet corn soup. Now, there are some who say you don't eat soup, but shut up, it's chunky. So, obviously someone's gone "HOLY BOLLOCKS!!! ISOBELLA LIKES SWEET CORN SOUP!!!" and went mental in a soup-acquiring rampage....well, a five-tin rampage. This happens every time a family member of mine notices that I like a certain food. Which makes me go off the food, because there's TOO BLOODY MUCH OF IT!! Still, I wonder why nobody gets tomato soup any more. Oh right, because somehow blenderized tomato is a fantastic substitute. It isn't. But hey...anyone want sweet corn soup?
Anyway, enough about how brilliant I am.
There are 5 tins of sweet corn soup in the cupboard. I'm the only one in the house who will a) eat soup from a tin and b) eat sweet corn soup. Now, there are some who say you don't eat soup, but shut up, it's chunky. So, obviously someone's gone "HOLY BOLLOCKS!!! ISOBELLA LIKES SWEET CORN SOUP!!!" and went mental in a soup-acquiring rampage....well, a five-tin rampage. This happens every time a family member of mine notices that I like a certain food. Which makes me go off the food, because there's TOO BLOODY MUCH OF IT!! Still, I wonder why nobody gets tomato soup any more. Oh right, because somehow blenderized tomato is a fantastic substitute. It isn't. But hey...anyone want sweet corn soup?
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wellington Mandolin Orchestra.
If I could meet anyone, I'd meet my Grandad, Daniel Jansse. I never did meet him, he died before I was born, but he sounds like such a cool old dude.
For example, he was in a band. He played guitar in the Wellington Mandolin Orchestra.
For example, he was in a band. He played guitar in the Wellington Mandolin Orchestra.
Monday, July 20, 2009
of squids and beards
I've recently realised exactly why I love my friends so much.
The reason requires a preamble, so here it is.
As a girl, I lack the ability to grow a beard. I don't particularly want to grow a beard, because I've always thought that blond beards are a bit odd. But the thing is, I would like a beard that I could grow when I need something to stroke while thinking, when I was finished stroking the beard, it would recede back into my face...sunday lunch continues.
Now, upon talking to Ziggy, we concluded that a Davey Jones-style squidbeard would be awesome, because it would stroke itself, leaving your hands free to do other stuff, like crab claws. The end result would look something like this.
And that's the reason my friends are my friends. Not just because they're nice people, because we have similar taste in music or television, not just because we get along pretty freaking well. My friends are my friends because they have the attention span and patience to put up with the ramblings of a girl who wants to grow a squid out of her face.
The reason requires a preamble, so here it is.
As a girl, I lack the ability to grow a beard. I don't particularly want to grow a beard, because I've always thought that blond beards are a bit odd. But the thing is, I would like a beard that I could grow when I need something to stroke while thinking, when I was finished stroking the beard, it would recede back into my face...sunday lunch continues.
Now, upon talking to Ziggy, we concluded that a Davey Jones-style squidbeard would be awesome, because it would stroke itself, leaving your hands free to do other stuff, like crab claws. The end result would look something like this.
And that's the reason my friends are my friends. Not just because they're nice people, because we have similar taste in music or television, not just because we get along pretty freaking well. My friends are my friends because they have the attention span and patience to put up with the ramblings of a girl who wants to grow a squid out of her face.
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