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| Ok boys and girls, I'm back for another splendiferous episode of
blogging. It is 1:19am on the morning of Anzac Day. I should say here
I'm not up because of it, with all due respect to the soldiers and
such, but I'm up because it's the holidays, and it goes without saying
that my sleep cycle is completely shot to pieces. The only useful thing
for me to do now would be to catch a train to the city, and get there
in time for the dawn service. But once again, laziness has foiled my
plans.
On the subject of Australian national pride, I really don't think the
kangaroo is a good mascot for us. Neither is the emu for that matter,
but the emu's slightly more underrated. Don't know why, but I'm
guessing it's because the world has it in for bird-kind. But really, we
don't exactly have anything in common with the kangaroo, and it seems
like it could routinely beat us in anything that doesn't require
opposable thumbs, and even then, it'd be a close call. But I'm thinking
wombats instead. They slow and lazy, look fairly harmless and friendly,
snuffles around alot. So when you think about it, it was just born to
be the Aussie mascot. If I was a wombat, I'd be fairly pissed my
natural talents were overlooked in favour of the kangaroo. Bloody
overachievers. Considered koalas for awhile there too, but there are
too many stories of them lashing out at small children and poking out
an eye for me to be comfortable. Obviously if the Australian people
were to go on some sort of eye gouging rampage, I'll reconsider my
choice.
Everytime I read someones blog, I'm struck by the thought that...
people read about other peoples lives. It seems very voyeuristic. But
then it's just exhibitionism the makes people post in the first place,
and thats also a slightly troubling thought, considering I'm posting
right now. But how are there that many exhbitionist-y people out there
in the world? Or does the impersonal screen that the internet creates,
let shy people express themselves? Then if that's why, then why doesnt
it translate into the real world? - Actually, it seems like incredibly
stupid questions im asking, with incredibly obvious answers. but still,
it's all very strange.
I'm also punctuating... that's also strange.
Holidays are winding to an end, and yet again I've spent them
wastefully, like some sort of...sloth like creature, (this is getting to be a very animal-themed entry) getting close to
no work done, which will definately come back to bite me on the hiney
when school kicks back in. Am slowly but surely collapsing under the
weight of ... well everything, which is rather offputting since I've
spent most of my life running from responsibility. Looking forward to
basketball season though - tis been a long time between drinks, my
sweet mistress.
I think I want to regain my formerly analytical self. Have been missing
it a tad of late. Thought it was a good thing that it was gone, but I
don't think I function well without it. Shame really, because I thought
I was going to stop being emotionally repressed for a second there, but
alas, it seems that is the way I'm destined to spend the rest of my
life.
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| so continuing the trend of "life is good", im doing the cosmo distinction course! yay! i got accepted! ahh... who wouldve thunk it! hehe!
but hmm..ill be in peru when the lovely lovely geekish-tendency inducing material comes, so thats a slight problem. ah well, maybe i can coerce some sherpas to carry it through the mountains for me. im sure that the little village children will enjoy learning about the big bang and quarks and such things, even if they dont know how to count. i mean really, who needs to do that nowadays anyway, calculators ahoy!
speaking of peru, it seems like there suddenly needs to be a lot of effort put into it. namely: the getting of the passport, the getting of the rucksack, the getting the clothing devices, the getting of the other contraptions to avoid death-by-frostbite/dehydration, the getting of the fitness. it all seems very effortsome for a sloth like me. oh dear
my newfound shorthaired-baldness is working out very very well. am considering staying on the very short side of things. but am having serious i-swear-im-not-gay issues when walking down the street. although the lesbian woman hitting on me at the pj harvey concert was very very cool/amusing, so at least its making life fun hehe. and have raised just a touch over $1000 for the cancer council through it, so all is dandy.
apart from that, ive been trawling the second hand bookshops in the neighbourhood, and there are surprisingly many of them, and am indulging in their wonderfulness. i picked up "a clockwork orange", the book version, the other day (wasnt going to buy it despite me loving it - was over $5, way out of my price range) and the person next to me saw me holding it and started talking to me about the perils of science. after 5 minutes of anti-technological ranting, his mobile rang and he ended up talking on that for the rest of the time i was there. hehe, people never cease to amuse me | | |
| Life is rather great at the moment :) rather great indeedy! 4 assessments in 2 days, gosh darnit school is such a shock to the system. but its all over! last night i was sitting in front of my computer just smiling at it cuz nothing was due! well...except chem...next week... but fiddlesticks to that!
what i ended up doing last night was to compile a big long reading list. ah damn desire to be well-read (cuz you know, im pretentious like that). its turned out to be a fair bit longer than i anticipated, im sure by the time im even a little way into it, books wont even exist anymore, and ill have to start over and compile a ultra-mega-book-condenser-rom list. *shakes fist angrily* technological advancements...not a fan.
so, in the spirit of my non-technological ways, peru is in just over a months time! i will come back having been altitude trained, and 10 shades darker than anyone living in the sydney metropolitan area. obviously this is something to be proud of, because statistics show that having a tan makes you look skinnier, healthier, smarter and a better at angle parking. not only that, i will have been blessed by peruvian witches and suddenly sprout the ability to walk without: tripping over, falling, having my uniform billow uncontrollably, stub my toe on unexpected walls that were definately not there the last time i looked. but maybe thats asking for a little too much, wouldnt want to strain the poor dears.
other than that, i accidentally very very publicly wished cancer upon the entire school, so im expecting my locker to be blown up when i get to school tomorrow.
all in a days work m'laddies | | |
| righto. sitting here after a long day, and i observed that:
people have now invented a new way to talk - on the train, the guard announces the next station an all the rest of it in the voice they were trained to speak with in announcing college. because cmon people, it cant be natural. if i was a parent of a child who actually spoke like that, i dont think they wouldhave made it much past toddling age.
but the point is, when people have conversations on the train, they gain the amazing ability to break off in the middle of a sentence, in the middle of a word even, and pick up where they left off between the gaps of the announcement. its kind of like the hole filler stuff you can buy at the hardware store, only for words. which i spose if i could somehow actually bottle and sell, would do wonders for those situations filled with awkward silences. and ill call it "Listen To Me, Dammit!"
im thinking this is the new stage in human developement. subconscious tunnel vision that just just blocks everything out. which is probably good because otherwise, there might actually be something called "consideration" still alive and thriving the community. which is a shocking idea, i know. obviously ive tried my hardest to stamp it out from my end, maybe its you thats not pulling your weight? hm?
second thing: my brother is going to sell his soul and be a corporate advertising slave when hes older. a two year old boy who will turn away when an actual program comes on tv, but wont be budged when there are ads. (lets ignore the logical conclusion that ads are colourful and loud. work with me here) and i spose interest at such a young age should be applauded. maybe he wont even have to sleep with the boss to get to the top, with all that raw talent and enthusiasm hes got.
if i ask him nicely, he could probably make up a nice jingle for my new product - "Listen To Me, Dammit! - For those times when the world just wont shut the hell up" *ba doom ch* | | |
| felt strangely sick today, but bush doesnt seem to take a day off when his brain deserts him, so i shouldnt either when it feels like im going to be ripped apart from the inside. and so i stuck it out for the rest of the day.
seriously though, felt like someone had smacked me with a golf club after school, and then saw the movement of blood running from my dead and lifeless corpse or something, took that as a sign of life and came back to finish the job.
so now im sitting in my chair, wrapped in warm blanket-y goodness, and desperately craving a song that shall not be named for fear ill throw up when i come back and read this later. actually i dont even know whats wrong with the song, its a very nice song, with very nice words, and very nice music. and its just generally very nice. but of course thats not going get me to name it, it shall from here on in be known as the nameless song.
geez, i dont know whats wrong with me really, and i cant even blame it on any medication im taking, damn parents making me suffer through sickness without drugs. my immune system does not need to be toughened up thank you very much.
and after i bury my brothers in the backyard for screaming in my ear, ill come back and download more pretty music and talk to strangers and pretend like nothing happened. | | |
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