So I got told off for not blogging enough the other day, so here goes nothing.
Since I finished my exams, nothing much has happened. I've seen hardly anybody and I don't feel the need to get up early unless we go over our internet and I can only go online in offpeak time.
I've been working on getting a better winning average at Solitaire on my iPod, I'm currently sitting on a respectable 55%.
My aunty and uncle welcomed their second baby boy into the world, his name is Seth Joseph Boelen and I can't wait to meet him. He's not allowed visitors because he was eight weeks premature and has to stay in the hospital till February. Because my aunty was trekking back and forth from the hospital all the time, most of my spare time was taken up babysitting Seth's older brother.
After baby was born, it was Christmas, and I managed to spend all of my money at the Boxing Day sales. We had to buy a new sandwich toaster, after our old one blew up (and just because I was using it at the time doesn't mean I broke it - it actually spontaneously combusted on me and left a giant burn mark on the kitchen counter). And then we had to buy a new cake mixer because the old one broke (I didn't break that either, though somehow I managed to get the blame for that too). And then the oven broke and THAT WAS TOTALLY RIKKI'S FAULT.
After all the explosions and breaking appliances, I went for a drive with Mum up to Northampton (just north of Geraldton) to see my Nana, whom I love dearly. And you'll all be pleased to know that I have now finished my 25 hours, and can go for my P's very soon. Yay :D
But the very reason I have written this blog is to clear some things up.
1. When driving back from Northampton, there was a collision with a kangaroo somewhere between Jurien and Lancelin.
2. I still stand by what I said before - the kangaroo hit me. "Blog about when you hit the kangaroo" was completely off course, Wong, the kangaroo hit me.
3. I know it hit me because I'd stopped in time to not hit it when the kangaroo changed direction and ran into the car.
4. I very nearly shat bricks.
5. Mum's going to SGIO tomorrow for a damage assessment.
6. Lastly, as I have told my sister many times, 'How's skippy?' jokes stopped being funny a very, very long time ago.
So that's all that's happened, henceforth I'll try to blog about more stuffs that goes on in my life but I'm still at school and doing year twelve, so hopefully you guys will all be really supportive both morally and fiscally...
Lol, nevermind. That's a hopeless path to walk down.
Henceforth, I am going to be in year twelve. And I'll have my license which is more than most of you can say!
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
A modified Christmas celebration...
After going to church last night and discovering that it was indeed the most boring and repulsive thing I have done this year, I have taken it upon myself to rewrite a little bit of the traditional stuff and introduce you to my version of a modern and completely non offensive version of Church.
Please join me in the opening hymn.
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. We'd like to remember our lord and savior Jesus Christ on this very special day, as it's his birthday. Nice one, Jesus. I reckon you're about what, 2040 years old now? Good work.
So in commemoration of the birthday of the seventh son of God (Aesus, Besus, Cesus, Desus, Eesus, Effsus and Jesus) we're going to be partying like there's no tomorrow, which there might not be because of either a) an apocalypse or b) a death star.
May the midichlorions be with you, before our existence comes to a catastrophic end (it'll look good on screen though).
We invite Brother Maynard for the first reading - Armourments 2:9-21
And now you can come and select your Jesus biscuits. We've got chicken, salt and vinegar, some sweet chilli if you prefer...
Here we have Eddie Izzard for the Homily.
And that's all for today. Henceforth, go in the peace of christ, or.... whatever.
Please join me in the opening hymn.
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. We'd like to remember our lord and savior Jesus Christ on this very special day, as it's his birthday. Nice one, Jesus. I reckon you're about what, 2040 years old now? Good work.
So in commemoration of the birthday of the seventh son of God (Aesus, Besus, Cesus, Desus, Eesus, Effsus and Jesus) we're going to be partying like there's no tomorrow, which there might not be because of either a) an apocalypse or b) a death star.
May the midichlorions be with you, before our existence comes to a catastrophic end (it'll look good on screen though).
We invite Brother Maynard for the first reading - Armourments 2:9-21
And now you can come and select your Jesus biscuits. We've got chicken, salt and vinegar, some sweet chilli if you prefer...
Here we have Eddie Izzard for the Homily.
And that's all for today. Henceforth, go in the peace of christ, or.... whatever.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Photobombing.
To the point at which I'm not even in this photo anymore, and I'm only in the context.
Thanks Wong.
Henceforth, no pictures with you again. Ever.
Thanks Wong.
Henceforth, no pictures with you again. Ever.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Control Freaks.
The two words that define my family, and now prepare yourself for the rant of the week that has nothing to do with exams, probably.
So we start with Darcie being born in 1994 in good old Carnarvon, I like it there and I like being me. I didn't get to choose my name but that's cool, I probably would have ended up being called Muppet. I didn't have many decisions to make because I didn't know how to make them. Fair nuff, says I, life goes on.
Moved to Perth, and life continues with parents running around after me and telling me what to do like most little children. They choose my school, my haircut, my books and the television shows I am allowed to watch. I am not allowed to play Pokemon, and if I want to watch anime shows like Digimon or Cardcaptors I have to VHS record them and watch them on the weekend. Alright, so we are focused on books and education in my house, that's okay. I'll deal. Life goes on.
We get to about being ten years old and being allowed to decide what clothes I wear. Not a given in my house, I am sixteen now and I'm still not allowed to dress myself. Well I am, I just get disapproving looks from my mother and sister whenever I put on clothes that they don't like, so to avoid the fight I just wear what they buy me. So I have developed a somewhat half-hearted sense of fashion that is neither this or that, it's sort of like I'm trying to look nice but not really giving a damn. And then we get to high school, and the pattern of not being allowed to dress the way I want to or hang out with who I want to or go where I want to continues. Life goes on.
I still have to do piano exams even though performing and all that makes me more scared than anything, and my being allowed to play bass is solely derived from the fact that I want to be able to stretch and expand my musical ability, not because it's freakin' awesome. That was a good loophole...
I am allowed to get another ear piercing, because these aren't permanent and I'm not allowed to wear them to school anyway so the parents win again. I didn't tell them about the last one I got.
I get into a poster craze, and decide I would like some posters to make my room look cool. But apparently it's their room that I stay in, not my room, so I don't get to decorate it on the walls, only on the doors.
Then I have to do chemistry. I don't like science, but apparently what I want doesn't matter. Mr Rodgers was always telling us to choose subjects we were interested in, not just because our friends were doing them. He forgot to mention that there are still a few unfortunate souls who don't have control over their life even as a young adult.
Life goes on.
I finally convince my parents to let my dye my hair. A revelation, a change in their ways! I have gained control, I have found a loophole once more, I can finally take my life into my own hands and -
I get in the car this afternoon.
Mum: How was the exam?
Darcie: You mean the exam for the subject I dislike most of all, that makes me want to sleep until the earth gets eaten by the sun, om nom nom and all?
Mum: Yeah, that one.
Darcie: Not bad.
blah blah blah...
Darcie: ... so I might be able to dye my hair next Wednesday, we'll go buy it on the weekend and then -
Mum: We already chose you a colour and bought it this morning.
Darcie: ...... *horrified silence*
...Sneaky bastards found a loophole in my loophole, and have taken back the only tiny part of my life that I have finally claimed as my own.
And I realise now that my incredibly indecisive habits are probably due to my never actually having made a proper decision in my life except for whether to get a Coke or Fanta with my value meal, and maybe what colour to paint a wall in my room.
Henceforth, I'll let you know when they let me out of my cage.
Life goes on.
Edit: just saw the colour. It's not bad. ...It's not the colour that matters anyway, it's the morals.
So we start with Darcie being born in 1994 in good old Carnarvon, I like it there and I like being me. I didn't get to choose my name but that's cool, I probably would have ended up being called Muppet. I didn't have many decisions to make because I didn't know how to make them. Fair nuff, says I, life goes on.
Moved to Perth, and life continues with parents running around after me and telling me what to do like most little children. They choose my school, my haircut, my books and the television shows I am allowed to watch. I am not allowed to play Pokemon, and if I want to watch anime shows like Digimon or Cardcaptors I have to VHS record them and watch them on the weekend. Alright, so we are focused on books and education in my house, that's okay. I'll deal. Life goes on.
We get to about being ten years old and being allowed to decide what clothes I wear. Not a given in my house, I am sixteen now and I'm still not allowed to dress myself. Well I am, I just get disapproving looks from my mother and sister whenever I put on clothes that they don't like, so to avoid the fight I just wear what they buy me. So I have developed a somewhat half-hearted sense of fashion that is neither this or that, it's sort of like I'm trying to look nice but not really giving a damn. And then we get to high school, and the pattern of not being allowed to dress the way I want to or hang out with who I want to or go where I want to continues. Life goes on.
I still have to do piano exams even though performing and all that makes me more scared than anything, and my being allowed to play bass is solely derived from the fact that I want to be able to stretch and expand my musical ability, not because it's freakin' awesome. That was a good loophole...
I am allowed to get another ear piercing, because these aren't permanent and I'm not allowed to wear them to school anyway so the parents win again. I didn't tell them about the last one I got.
I get into a poster craze, and decide I would like some posters to make my room look cool. But apparently it's their room that I stay in, not my room, so I don't get to decorate it on the walls, only on the doors.
Then I have to do chemistry. I don't like science, but apparently what I want doesn't matter. Mr Rodgers was always telling us to choose subjects we were interested in, not just because our friends were doing them. He forgot to mention that there are still a few unfortunate souls who don't have control over their life even as a young adult.
Life goes on.
I finally convince my parents to let my dye my hair. A revelation, a change in their ways! I have gained control, I have found a loophole once more, I can finally take my life into my own hands and -
I get in the car this afternoon.
Mum: How was the exam?
Darcie: You mean the exam for the subject I dislike most of all, that makes me want to sleep until the earth gets eaten by the sun, om nom nom and all?
Mum: Yeah, that one.
Darcie: Not bad.
blah blah blah...
Darcie: ... so I might be able to dye my hair next Wednesday, we'll go buy it on the weekend and then -
Mum: We already chose you a colour and bought it this morning.
Darcie: ...... *horrified silence*
...Sneaky bastards found a loophole in my loophole, and have taken back the only tiny part of my life that I have finally claimed as my own.
And I realise now that my incredibly indecisive habits are probably due to my never actually having made a proper decision in my life except for whether to get a Coke or Fanta with my value meal, and maybe what colour to paint a wall in my room.
Henceforth, I'll let you know when they let me out of my cage.
Life goes on.
Edit: just saw the colour. It's not bad. ...It's not the colour that matters anyway, it's the morals.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Facebook hate.
YOU BITCHES!
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY INBOX!
And that's only the first page. The other seventeen were a combination of tags and comments. I have 372 unread messages, thanks to your tagging and commenting.
Henceforth, spam the crap out of someone else's facebook next time, and I suggest it be someone we all mutually love to annoy. Any suggestions?
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY INBOX!
And that's only the first page. The other seventeen were a combination of tags and comments. I have 372 unread messages, thanks to your tagging and commenting.
Henceforth, spam the crap out of someone else's facebook next time, and I suggest it be someone we all mutually love to annoy. Any suggestions?
Sunday, June 6, 2010
You know Jesus hates you when...
Your printer wakes you up before seven o'clock in the morning. Yeah, my printer. It decided to clean itself out after a long hard weekend of doing absolutely jack because it's a stupid piece of crap that likes to make my life miserable, so it decided to stretch it's hunklebunner and clean out the dordyfang. (Unless you hadn't noticed, I'm not really up to date with the internal workings of printers.)
By the way, I'm not alive. Never-ending studying has taken away my will to live. I'm not sure why we have to remember everything - in the real world, if a historian, say, had to complete an article about ancient Egypt or whatever the fritz* they talk about, would the director say something along the lines of, "Hey, mr. Historian man, you. I was just curious as to whether you could write me a report, but you can't use any books, references, talk to anyone else or even use Wikipedia. Cool? Cool, I'll see you on Monday. Click, beep, beep, your call has ended."
The director didn't say that last bit, by the way. That was the phone...
I don't get why we aren't allowed to use sources in our exams. It's stupid, nobody works like this in the real world. They're preparing us for life in a universe that simply doesn't exist. Things just don't work this way. It's stupid and annoying and I really don't like studying.
That's my ramble for the morning, hope everyone else is having fun with study.
Henceforth, study is a waste of time. (As if it wasn't before.)
I'll see you all throughout the week unless I have decided that I'd rather drop off the face of the planet.... bai.
*Fritz: a German chess program developed by Frans Morsch and Mathias Feist and published by ChessBase. There is also a version called Deep Fritz that is designed for multi-processing. The latest versions of the consumer products are Deep Fritz 12 and Fritz 12. They came with stellar recommendations by International Master Josh Waitzkin, who said that "Fritz is like a woman that you can't get with. It just drives you to think in ways you've never thought before."
... Yeah, fritz!
By the way, I'm not alive. Never-ending studying has taken away my will to live. I'm not sure why we have to remember everything - in the real world, if a historian, say, had to complete an article about ancient Egypt or whatever the fritz* they talk about, would the director say something along the lines of, "Hey, mr. Historian man, you. I was just curious as to whether you could write me a report, but you can't use any books, references, talk to anyone else or even use Wikipedia. Cool? Cool, I'll see you on Monday. Click, beep, beep, your call has ended."
The director didn't say that last bit, by the way. That was the phone...
I don't get why we aren't allowed to use sources in our exams. It's stupid, nobody works like this in the real world. They're preparing us for life in a universe that simply doesn't exist. Things just don't work this way. It's stupid and annoying and I really don't like studying.
That's my ramble for the morning, hope everyone else is having fun with study.
Henceforth, study is a waste of time. (As if it wasn't before.)
I'll see you all throughout the week unless I have decided that I'd rather drop off the face of the planet.... bai.
*Fritz: a German chess program developed by Frans Morsch and Mathias Feist and published by ChessBase. There is also a version called Deep Fritz that is designed for multi-processing. The latest versions of the consumer products are Deep Fritz 12 and Fritz 12. They came with stellar recommendations by International Master Josh Waitzkin, who said that "Fritz is like a woman that you can't get with. It just drives you to think in ways you've never thought before."
... Yeah, fritz!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Studying
Over long periods of time, study is definitely a waste of time.
Cram studying is much better for your brain, if like me your brainspace for maths and chemistry is often crushed into oblivion by more important things like discovering mocha flavoured le rice.
mocha + le rice = BEST THING EVER
that's the only maths I've done today.
Henceforth, I'm going to sleep. Seeing as I can't play my bass because everyone in my house has a headache for no adequately explored reason.
I haven't been allowed to play for weeks so it's certainly not my fault, or Randall's. They won't even let me play my lil' old ocarina... and the piano is in the same room as the television so we all know who wins in that situation... it's the room with foxtel, so of course the TV gets preference... man, how am I supposed to tap into my pond of talent if I can't even make noise? my pond has been drained by headaches and annoyingly convenient technology... just lose the TV and get out the panadol already...
(...possibly the longest 'Henceforth' ever?)
Cram studying is much better for your brain, if like me your brainspace for maths and chemistry is often crushed into oblivion by more important things like discovering mocha flavoured le rice.
mocha + le rice = BEST THING EVER
that's the only maths I've done today.
Henceforth, I'm going to sleep. Seeing as I can't play my bass because everyone in my house has a headache for no adequately explored reason.
I haven't been allowed to play for weeks so it's certainly not my fault, or Randall's. They won't even let me play my lil' old ocarina... and the piano is in the same room as the television so we all know who wins in that situation... it's the room with foxtel, so of course the TV gets preference... man, how am I supposed to tap into my pond of talent if I can't even make noise? my pond has been drained by headaches and annoyingly convenient technology... just lose the TV and get out the panadol already...
(...possibly the longest 'Henceforth' ever?)
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tennis Champion
I put in a lot of work to win that doubles title. Well, I only had to play three games, but Sweet Jesus that's still effort!
So I was pretty pleased when they gave me mah trophy. Yeah, snazzy trophy.... Haven't had one for a while. Not bad, not bad....
Unfortunately, Mr. Schneider was a little bit stingy on the trophy budget.
And this is what happened.
I was kinda disappointed at first. I mean, not only is he kinda flat and has flabby elbows, but my miniature tennis player is now an amputee, with one foot only holding on by a tiny bit of plastic!
But now I'm really impressed with it. I mean, it's a lot more versatile than the other trophies.
weeeeee!
nanananananana nananananananana flying-tennis-superman-thing !
I think he needs a cape.
Henceforth, it's my destiny to lose a foot and then become a levitating tennis player. It's a sign... I am the chosen one...
So I was pretty pleased when they gave me mah trophy. Yeah, snazzy trophy.... Haven't had one for a while. Not bad, not bad....
Unfortunately, Mr. Schneider was a little bit stingy on the trophy budget.
And this is what happened.
I was kinda disappointed at first. I mean, not only is he kinda flat and has flabby elbows, but my miniature tennis player is now an amputee, with one foot only holding on by a tiny bit of plastic!
But now I'm really impressed with it. I mean, it's a lot more versatile than the other trophies.
weeeeee!
nanananananana nananananananana flying-tennis-superman-thing !
I think he needs a cape.
Henceforth, it's my destiny to lose a foot and then become a levitating tennis player. It's a sign... I am the chosen one...
Monday, May 17, 2010
Death by school.
It happens. It could be happening to you.
Here are some symptoms.
Oh wait sorry I just died.
Henceforth, I'll blog again when I stop being mauled to death slowly and painfully by my education.
Here are some symptoms.
Oh wait sorry I just died.
Henceforth, I'll blog again when I stop being mauled to death slowly and painfully by my education.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Aw crap.
I just finished watching Code Geass second season. And there isn't a third.
... what do I do with all my TIME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Henceforth, I'll watch Fullmetal Alchemist. From the start.
And write a blog about that too...
... what do I do with all my TIME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Henceforth, I'll watch Fullmetal Alchemist. From the start.
And write a blog about that too...
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Being a girl...
A) Is expensive. The checkout guy at Target agrees with me. Boys don't have to buy makeup or sanitary products. (Not usually.)
B) Is painful. Heels and procreation included, and I think the two are vaguely related.
C) Means I am superior, because I have to deal with both A and B. And you boys don't.
Henceforth, I demand respect. Commencing immediately.
B) Is painful. Heels and procreation included, and I think the two are vaguely related.
C) Means I am superior, because I have to deal with both A and B. And you boys don't.
Henceforth, I demand respect. Commencing immediately.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Religion Sucks
Usually I'm pretty calm about the whole Catholic thing... I do the church thing but I'm not really devoted to it. But frick almighty, if the Catholic Education Council doesn't keep screwing around with my course I'm going to force feed them snails and make them watch live action Disney movies! (and nobody wants that.)
I'll go back to the start.
Mr. Middleton: Hey Darcie, do 2A religion in year 12, because you get an extra 15 marks in your exam in year 12 if you do 3A.
Darcie: Wow, Mr. Middleton, that's a great idea. Thanks a bunch.
Six months later...
Mr. Middleton: Sorry kiddies, there akshully isn't a 3A course you can do. We'll have a talk about this later.
.... OHMYGODSTOPSCREWINGWITHMYBRAIN!
He explained it in detail to our class today what was going on. He can't be blamed at all really, it's entirely the Catholic Education Council's fault. What's going on is that the CEC made the course based on four modules - A, B, C and D. Easy enough. 1A/1B in year 11 is modules A and B at a stage one level, according to the Curriculum Council, and 2A/2B in year 11 is modules C and D at a stage two level. Still with me?
Now it becomes a sort of Catholic Education Council vs the Curriculum. I'm putting all money on the Curriculum...
Curriculum has figured that a 3A/3B course consists of the same modules C and D but at a stage 3 level. Well that's sensible enough. Extra fifteen marks, big whoop and all. HOWEVER, there is a problem. The CEC says that kids can only graduate if they do all four modules over two years, which means 1A and 2A courses.
So, in order to graduate, this means I'd have to drop down to 1A or 1C in year 12, but in the eyes of the Curriculum, that means that I dropped back and they will take marks off.
GOD ALMIGHTY.
We all kinda panicked about this for a while because nobody had told us anything, but now we know. We kinda chose to do 2A (or at least I did) for the extra marks in the exam next year. Very handy marks. But they messed with my brain as they always seem to do and now I'm officially, royally screwed.
Thank god Mr. Middleton has an answer, but it's not exactly a solution. He said we do the 1A course during our study period this year as well as doing 2A with the year twelves, and then we do the 2A stage 3 course next year.
Extra marks.... yay.
Henceforth: There was much rejoicing.
Screw Religion and Life. I could be doing frigging history.
I'll go back to the start.
Mr. Middleton: Hey Darcie, do 2A religion in year 12, because you get an extra 15 marks in your exam in year 12 if you do 3A.
Darcie: Wow, Mr. Middleton, that's a great idea. Thanks a bunch.
Six months later...
Mr. Middleton: Sorry kiddies, there akshully isn't a 3A course you can do. We'll have a talk about this later.
.... OHMYGODSTOPSCREWINGWITHMYBRAIN!
He explained it in detail to our class today what was going on. He can't be blamed at all really, it's entirely the Catholic Education Council's fault. What's going on is that the CEC made the course based on four modules - A, B, C and D. Easy enough. 1A/1B in year 11 is modules A and B at a stage one level, according to the Curriculum Council, and 2A/2B in year 11 is modules C and D at a stage two level. Still with me?
Now it becomes a sort of Catholic Education Council vs the Curriculum. I'm putting all money on the Curriculum...
Curriculum has figured that a 3A/3B course consists of the same modules C and D but at a stage 3 level. Well that's sensible enough. Extra fifteen marks, big whoop and all. HOWEVER, there is a problem. The CEC says that kids can only graduate if they do all four modules over two years, which means 1A and 2A courses.
So, in order to graduate, this means I'd have to drop down to 1A or 1C in year 12, but in the eyes of the Curriculum, that means that I dropped back and they will take marks off.
GOD ALMIGHTY.
We all kinda panicked about this for a while because nobody had told us anything, but now we know. We kinda chose to do 2A (or at least I did) for the extra marks in the exam next year. Very handy marks. But they messed with my brain as they always seem to do and now I'm officially, royally screwed.
Thank god Mr. Middleton has an answer, but it's not exactly a solution. He said we do the 1A course during our study period this year as well as doing 2A with the year twelves, and then we do the 2A stage 3 course next year.
Extra marks.... yay.
Henceforth: There was much rejoicing.
Screw Religion and Life. I could be doing frigging history.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Arrrgh.
Life is sucking.
I mean, it's great. I slept for fourteen hours last night.
But God, stop fuckin' around. You're making my life a misery.
The ONLY thing I was actually going to leave my house to go to this year - The Supanova Pop-culture expo - is on the very day that I'm leaving for Canada.
...Feckers......
I'm so sad. I mean, I am really excited for my holiday, but seriously, Supanova is the only good place to buy anime series and manga...
and posters....
and shirts...
and meet people from Dragon Ball Z... (this year I think it's the guy from Full Metal Alchemist....)
:( :( i really want to go !!
i guess there's always next year...
maybe they'll get someone from Cardcaptors or Code Geass?
Henceforth, God is a little bitch who just wants to make me cry.
I mean, it's great. I slept for fourteen hours last night.
But God, stop fuckin' around. You're making my life a misery.
The ONLY thing I was actually going to leave my house to go to this year - The Supanova Pop-culture expo - is on the very day that I'm leaving for Canada.
...Feckers......
I'm so sad. I mean, I am really excited for my holiday, but seriously, Supanova is the only good place to buy anime series and manga...
and posters....
and shirts...
and meet people from Dragon Ball Z... (this year I think it's the guy from Full Metal Alchemist....)
:( :( i really want to go !!
i guess there's always next year...
maybe they'll get someone from Cardcaptors or Code Geass?
Henceforth, God is a little bitch who just wants to make me cry.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Becoming Feminimenim...
....I can't say feminine properly. I don't know why.
Anyway. Point of this post being, when is it appropriate to become totally feminized? I'm not quite sure whether I should be ashamed or proud of the fact that I know some blokes who are more girly than me...
I was thinking about this as I epic failed at painting my nails this afternoon. (Painting them black, of course...)
A lot of girls I know try to force themselves to be more girly. I mean, I can't wear heels. I could go to a party wearing heels and everyone would think I was drunk, when it's actually just an overdose of femaleness.
Can't brush my hair, I don't like it. Don't like makeup. It is far too bothersome and sparkly.
I don't get the whole social pressure to be girly. My friends can accept me for not wanting to wear a dress, so why can't everyone else?
Not to mention the fact girls need to relax a little. I mean, we take care of pretty much everything on this planet - we can afford to lay back and not care about mascara every now and then.
So that's my rant for this afternoon. Henceforth, I'm pretty sure if a lot of other girls I know started acting more like boys, everyone would get along much more better.
Don't as why, it's just a theory. It's not like they're all going to go out and buy converse shoes, start listening to GOOD MUSIC, read comic books and wear band shirts.
Anyway. Point of this post being, when is it appropriate to become totally feminized? I'm not quite sure whether I should be ashamed or proud of the fact that I know some blokes who are more girly than me...
I was thinking about this as I epic failed at painting my nails this afternoon. (Painting them black, of course...)
A lot of girls I know try to force themselves to be more girly. I mean, I can't wear heels. I could go to a party wearing heels and everyone would think I was drunk, when it's actually just an overdose of femaleness.
Can't brush my hair, I don't like it. Don't like makeup. It is far too bothersome and sparkly.
I don't get the whole social pressure to be girly. My friends can accept me for not wanting to wear a dress, so why can't everyone else?
Not to mention the fact girls need to relax a little. I mean, we take care of pretty much everything on this planet - we can afford to lay back and not care about mascara every now and then.
So that's my rant for this afternoon. Henceforth, I'm pretty sure if a lot of other girls I know started acting more like boys, everyone would get along much more better.
Don't as why, it's just a theory. It's not like they're all going to go out and buy converse shoes, start listening to GOOD MUSIC, read comic books and wear band shirts.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Oh, the shame...
I cannot express how ashamed I am.
I poked my tongue out at my cat.
And then my cat licked my tongue.
.... ew.
Essentially, I just french kissed my cat.
Life will never be the same again.
Plus, she's a girl, so it's lesbeeshan-cat-kissing.
God. Poor cat...
I poked my tongue out at my cat.
And then my cat licked my tongue.
.... ew.
Essentially, I just french kissed my cat.
Life will never be the same again.
Plus, she's a girl, so it's lesbeeshan-cat-kissing.
God. Poor cat...
Friday, April 2, 2010
Chemists...
Are lame.
Went to Joondalup last night and spontaneously decided I was going to get another ear piercing.
Unfortunately, after spending half an hour going through the motions at the piercing place, they told me they were all booked out. And there was only one person at HHWH so she couldn't leave the front desk. And the chemist didn't do them for under 16s. And the other one didn't do them at all.
Sigh. All I ask for, one little hole in my ear, and what do I get? Bitter disappointment...
Henceforth, I'm further lowering my expectations.
Went to Joondalup last night and spontaneously decided I was going to get another ear piercing.
Unfortunately, after spending half an hour going through the motions at the piercing place, they told me they were all booked out. And there was only one person at HHWH so she couldn't leave the front desk. And the chemist didn't do them for under 16s. And the other one didn't do them at all.
Sigh. All I ask for, one little hole in my ear, and what do I get? Bitter disappointment...
Henceforth, I'm further lowering my expectations.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Bad Beginning
Blogging is so damn overrated. But I love writing, so I figure people might read it some of the time. I started off thinking this should be a blog for the strange little things I write when I really should be studying, but then I thought well I like photography, maybe I should do some of that as well?
Why not do both? And then throw in some of my own opinions about stuff I'm interested in in case anyone else on the net gives a pineapple about what I be writing. Arr. Why am I talking like a pirate?
Oh yeah. Keyboard tourettes.
I might just mention you should all be prepared for disappointment. I'll start off by lowering your expectations, then you will think I'm spectacular.
Starting from now.
Henceforth!
Why not do both? And then throw in some of my own opinions about stuff I'm interested in in case anyone else on the net gives a pineapple about what I be writing. Arr. Why am I talking like a pirate?
Oh yeah. Keyboard tourettes.
I might just mention you should all be prepared for disappointment. I'll start off by lowering your expectations, then you will think I'm spectacular.
Starting from now.
Henceforth!
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