Honestly

General Updatin' or WRITING THE WAY I SPEAK IS COOL

2011-03-02T12:03:00.003+10:00

Not too much happenin'. Goin' to my first university lecture soon. Then I have to come home and work on my usual high school assignments. Not sure taking on a uni subject while still in school was the best idea. Ah well. C'est la vie. Yeah, I know the phrase barely applies to my situation.

Weird thing happened a couple nights ago. My younger brother and I were home alone, and we decided to play table tennis in the garage. So we let my sister's puppy out of her room, but she really freaked out. Started barking at the door to the backyard. We couldn't get her to stop, so we stuck her back in the room, but when we let her out again ten minutes later, she was still acting really weird. We couldn't see past our reflections, even with the outside lights on, but I couldn't see much out there. Might have seen some movement, but I think I'm just being paranoid. If anything, it was probably a cat. Pretty sure the neighbours have a white cat, which would explain what I thought I saw. Now that I think about it, the puppy's been scared of the garage and outside at night before.

Anyway, I should go. Gotta print off my lecture notes and bus timetable.

LAWL

2011-01-12T00:12:00.002+10:00

Funneh pic LAWL

Cookie Mania!

2011-01-03T16:04:00.007+10:00

Well, not mania. But I finally got around to making cookies, so I'm certainly manic. Check 'em out, yo. It's my mum's recipe... that she got from a friend 30 years ago. Anyway, it's incredibly easy and delicious. Not to mention pretty much impossible to screw up.

Chocolate Chip Cookies

4 oz butter (½ cup)
4 oz sugar (½ cup)
3 oz brown sugar (½ cup)
1 egg
½ teaspoon vanilla
6 oz plain flour (1 ½ cups) Note: I always use at least 2 cups, just because I prefer a less sticky consistency.
pinch of salt
½ teaspoon bicarb soda
chocolate chips

1. Preheat oven to 180°C.

2. Cream butter.

3. Combine two sugars and add gradually to butter while beating until mixture is smooth and fluffy.

4. Beat in egg and vanilla.

5. Sift flour, salt and bicarb and stir into mixture until smooth.

6. Place small amounts on trays lined with baking paper and bake for 10-15 minutes.

Before

During

After

Makes nearly 30, depending on the size. I had some leftover dough at the end, but couldn't be bothered lining another tray, hence the two dozen cookies I ended up with.

Unfortunately, I ate a lot of cookie dough while I was making them, so I won't be eating the actual cookies any time soon. Sometimes I just seem to completely lack common sense.

Honestly.

Oh, god. What have I done?!

2010-11-05T19:40:00.003+10:00

He kept wilting! I watered him and put him in the sun and spoke to him and he just kept wilting! I've killed my best friend! Oh, Melvin! What have I done to you?!

Melvin

2010-09-24T22:52:00.001+10:00

Meet Melvin -

Isn't he gorgeous? New best friend, right there.

Late night cartooning...

2010-04-03T22:53:00.002+10:00

And I mean that in two senses. One, I finally finished Julie's birthday present:

And two, I've been watching Batman and Justice League compulsively. I can't help it. That Joker is just hilarious.

My parents are getting a little frustrated, so I'd better cut this short. Really short. Short enough to not even have a parting line that I can wittily add "Honestly." after.

Honestly.

Introducing...

2010-03-26T16:08:00.006+10:00

The weird, the wacky, the undeniably odd dynamic duo:

Bill and Bob!

That's right, not only am I posting two days in a row, but this time I've brought friends! Well, I consider them friends, anyway. Closest I'll ever get. LOL. Self-deprecation is not at all a cheap, unimaginative form of humour. If it was, I wouldn't use it so often, since that would make me cheap and unimaginative. Two in a row, anyone?

Back to the point, now, I think. I used to make many Bill and Bob comics, however they were all lost in the great computer crash of... some year. And then I deleted my Bebo without saving them first. Sheer idiocy on my part.

But enough of that. A round of applause, if you will. I won't hear it, but it'll make you look stupid, and that's enough for me.

Oh, yes, they have attitude. Honestly, it was the only image of them I had in my mind. As a banner, I mean. Not to worry, they're usually much more agreeable. As proof, allow me to present them in their first appearance since it was still cool to hang out at shopping centres all day for no particular reason.

Tada. Impressive, yes? Anyway, they'll be making irregular appearances from now on, so expect to see them again eventually! I know I'm looking forward to it.

Honestly.

It's just at that point

2010-03-25T20:46:00.006+10:00

You know, the point where not only do I not care, but none of the imaginary people reading this care either. I mean, really, what is the purpose of trying to update a blog regularly when I don't even have anything to say? Maybe if I had some sort of life. If I travelled or had an interesting career. Or, heck, if I posted knitting patterns. Instead, I spend seven hours of each weekday at school, seven hours asleep (If I'm lucky, that is. I'm no insomniac, I just lack common sense.) and the remaining ten eating, reading, staring into space idly, selling chickens, attempting and failing to complete assignments, or just wasting time on the internet, looking up useless topics and detailing my life to strangers.

It's that point where I'm not sure what I'm doing most of the time, anyway. Where everything seems to lose importance and relevance. Where my life has become this blur.

Maybe I just need more sleep.

Although I do consider much of my time wasted, I have to admit it doesn't stop me from enjoying the squandering of my youth. I've been freed of most of my assessment this past week, and have, in my opinion, most wisely used that time to catch up with some movies I've been meaning to watch for, oh... a couple of months. For all those late-night internet trawlers who have stumbled upon this blog by accident and are too intoxicated by lack of sleep to remember what you were actually looking for (it's got to happen to more people than just myself), here are the three movies I saw this week.

1. Zombieland

I was honestly very impressed by this movie. I was never really one for the horror genre, let alone zombies, but Zombieland has changed my mind. It wasn't just the quality of the effects or the countless adrenaline-fuelled scenes of zombie ass-kicking. It was the way the film portrayed the zombies seriously, but still managed to be hilarious. I think it was because the characters didn't really take the zombies seriously. There was Columbus's amusingly paranoid but undeniably effective rules, Tallahassee's view of the zombies as an excellent way to vent, and the always embezzling sisters, whose names I can't be bothered trying to remember. Of course, my favourite part was Bill Murray's... cameo? A brilliant idea, I thought, although I did see his death coming right from the start. Anyway, time to cut this review short. Heck, it wasn't even supposed to be a review. My FTV teacher is getting to me, apparently.

I thought Zombieland was a funny, horrifying, heart-warming, nauseating film, with a lot of the elements from all the old zombie movies, and a good amount of originality. Don't spread this around, but I watched it twice, just to ingrain the whole thing in my mind. If I may pretend to be Margaret (or David) for a moment, I give it 3.5 stars.

2. Shaun of the Dead

Yes, I enjoyed Zombieland so much, I decided another undead film would be an excellent idea. I didn't like this one quite as much, however. I realise it was a comedy, a mockery of the zombie genre, but I got the impression that it couldn't be serious, even if it had wanted to be. Hot Fuzz is one of my favourites, but Shaun of the Dead lacked its subtlety. Or maybe I'm just completely missing the idea. Regardless, for me it was only worth 3 stars.

3. V for Vendetta

By now, you may be wondering why I hadn't seen Shaun of the Dead before now, or V for Vendetta for that matter. Well, see, I only turned 15 last September and my parents are rather adherent to the age recommendations of movies. But on to the review.

V for Vendetta is currently battling Sweeney Todd for position of my favourite movie. I feel so fickle, but V is just such a fantastic character. He's a little like a combination of Sweeney Todd and The Joker, with a touch of Batman thrown in - you know, for morality. And any character who can pull off that is guaranteed a place very close to my heart. Furthermore, I usually become very exasperated by female characters (too many damsel-in-distress moments, maybe), but Natalie Portman's Evey was, I'm extremely pleased to say, nothing like the character from the comic. She was intelligent and aware - not ditzy - as well as headstrong and able to defend herself. Mostly, anyway. I can't pretend I didn't get a little ticked by her betrayal, but then she was being held captive by a terrorist who ends up torturing her... At least they didn't use the same dialogue as the comic in the scene where he explains why.

Fair enough, then.

I could go on for quite some time. (I know this movie back to front. Forget Zombieland, I've seen V for Vendetta three times in three days.) In short, although it did take me awhile to stop confusing the various government officials and their roles, and the Matrix-style slow motion seemed out of place, I utterly loved V for Vendetta. 4.5 stars.

And that's that.

Honestly.

Erm...

2009-12-15T08:54:00.002+10:00

Heh, well, this is awkward. Sort of makes my last post seem a little insignificant. Allow me to explain. Ahem. I forgot I had a blog.

Not my fault. I'm sick, okay? Lung infection, just like I got last year. Except last year I lost my sense of smell for weeks... Moving right along, being sick basically means I didn't do anything. Well, that's not quite true, I have been to the doctor's. And I did only get sick on Friday, which was after I had X-rays of my mouth done, and after I went shopping. I'll skip the doctor story, since everyone has already been through the pain of sitting through the real deal at least once (gave me antibiotics, but told me not to use them until tomorrow to see if I get better on my own - didn't actually tell me what was wrong, but I assume I was right about the lung infection thing, 'cause I'm something of a self-diagnoser [not a word] - I had diagnosed myself with anemia last year, but then I dismissed it, only to be properly diagnosed at the doctor's... think I've told this story before). And nothing to tell on the subject of X-rays (I'm seeing the dentist and orthodontist next week when I'm better). And, honestly, we all know what Christmas shopping is like (exhausting and infuriating). And I think I would be kidding myself if I thought anyone wanted to hear about my illness (I threw up for the first time since I was seven, just by the way - really ticked me off, 'cause I had a sort of record going), or what I've been doing while I'm sick (Sweeney Todd, over and over - maybe that's why I was sick... but I do love those songs).

Bah. Screw this post. I don't have to put up with this! I'm the blogger, not the blog reader! Not that there are any of those, either. I need to get a drum kit so I can make that joke noise. You know the one. In any case, I'm off. I have far better things to do than sit around writing rubbish. I'm no journalist!

Honestly.

I didn't post for five days?

2009-12-06T20:33:00.003+10:00

Insanity. Chaos. Madness. How could this have possibly happened? Here I am, on holidays, sitting around with nothing to do and nothing to write about, and... Oh. That would explain it. I really don't have much to say. Since Tuesday, I have gone for a walk, been to the optometrist and worked twice. Wanna hear about it?

No choice in the matter, I'm afraid. The optometrist was first. On... Thursday, I believe... Think. Anyway, I'm doing a two week trial run of some daily contacts. So far, not so good. I need to blink constantly, else they make my eyes blur over. Also, I poke myself in the eye many, many times when putting them in and removing them. Because of all these difficulties, and the fact that they make me even less coordinated and more lacking in depth perception, I can't wear them to work. So I didn't wear them today, even though I'm supposed to be wearing them every day. And did I mention I'm suddenly working four times a week?

Shortly after one cashier at work left to go live a real life and get married, another quit. Another cashier/supervisor/kitchen worker person is also leaving to go and teach in another town with his soon-to-be wife. And another cashier is planning to leave. If that happens, my sister and I will be the only two girls and the only two who only work out the front. I mean, certainly, a few of the guys in the kitchen work as cashiers occasionally, but the cashier numbers are dwindling. Significantly. Seriously. It's a desperate situation. It's a good thing it's holidays.

So I worked Saturday and today, and I'm working tomorrow, Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday again. My feet are permanently sore.

Speaking of sore feet, I went walking on Friday with a friend. Nearly 4.5km, which I personally find extremely impressive, given the hilly area we live in. Makes me feel slightly less unhealthy. Or it would, if we hadn't stopped to have a picnic with scones, softdrink and iceblocks.

Now I'm off. I realize this post is a little lacking in detail, but I have other things to do in the next hour. You see, in my house, there exists a little something called an internet block. 10pm till 4am. I'm 15, and I'm on holidays for seven more weeks. Sometimes I just don't quite see my parents' logic.

Honestly.

Oh, the Horror

2009-12-01T14:20:00.004+10:00

Picture this. The first storm of summer draws closer, only half visible through a window obscured by a set of blinds. The mournful crooning of Jason Wade is blasting from an outdated speaker system, while a teenage girl sits idly at a computer made of spare components. Her humming is punctuated by bored sighs as she taps at the keyboard - the oldest in use of the entire house - intermittently. Out of sheer lack of will to keep it upright, her head falls against the desk with a dull thud.

Woo, holidays. I am so ridiculously bored right now. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And yes, even the day before that. It's the same every time - there's just nothing to occupy myself with. I've done nothing but write and read for days. Although I did go to a work party last night.

It was pretty fun. Pizza, softdrink, couple of kilos of M&Ms in a bowl, and security footage. To all those who wonder if the staff of fast food restaurants secretly make fun of them, yes. Yes, they do. But don't worry, it's only the really annoying ones. Most of the fun-poking is aimed at each other, anyway. Speaking of fun-poking and general amusing idiocy, I have to say that the staff at my work are the rowdiest I've ever seen. At 9.30, we went down to the carpark (everything else was closed at this point) to watch a race between a few of the guys. Apparently, softdrink and running isn't a good combination, because there was more than just nausea by the end of the night.

Not really sure why I'm blogging. But you were warned there'd be an increase in the frequency and pointlessness. It's either this or I go back to reading and writing. I'd youtube, but I've already done that a bit today, and I do have a tendency to go over the top with it. Best to quit while I'm ahead.

Well, I'm all out of even slightly witty remarks, so I should probably get going. Maybe I could sleep. My wittiness tends to regenerate itself with rest.

Honestly.

Just quickly

2009-11-30T13:09:00.004+10:00

Thought I'd post this photo quickly. Not great quality, I know, but my editing skills always have sucked. And it was my brother who took the picture, anyway. But never mind that. This is a cake my brother and myself made recently. We have a thing about cakes. So far, we've made four with writing on them, and several with just decorations. First was "CAUTION: CAKE", then "You're adopted", as seen in my profile picture, and then "Warning: Do not ingest", which was followed by this one, "I ran over your cat". I'm particularly proud of this latest tactless deliverance of bad news through baking, as I came up with the message and having the cake shaped like a tyre. The gore was courtesy of my brother. Ah, spring days spent baking, eh?

P.S. The cake was delicious, though nauseating to look at. And touch (the pink bits had coconut in them).

Honestly.

The Beginning of Many Frequent and Pointless Posts

2009-11-28T18:17:00.002+10:00

Evening. I feel the title may require some explanation. Today was the first day of my two months of school holidays. That's right, I've finished school for the year and am now a senior. Why, the very thought gives me shivers. I suppose it's sort of creepy, really. Regardless of creepy quirks, with my 58 or so days of absolute nothing (apart from the one or two shifts I work each week) I'm going to be very bored, thus the predicted increase in posts. It's all right, though, because everyone loves my blog.

Anytime I mention holidays, I get asked what my plans are. It's a little annoying, because I don't plan a day ahead, let alone two months. But I can give an approximation of what my mother has planned for me.

Christmas, of course. I'm going to be hanging out at home with what will be at least 10 of my family members. And what Christmas would be complete without a family get-together? My dad's side is the usual one to hold these, since my mum's siblings live in Sydney and Hervey Bay, both several hours away. Unfortunately, my dad's parents always have the get-togethers at their house, which is a one story, one bedroom, one bathroom house, and I don't think they have air-conditioning. And when you have around 30 people in attendance, it tends to get a tad cramped.

My medical insurance money for optical purposes needs to be used up by the end of the year, so I'm going to have my lenses updated, and I'm looking into contacts. My sister had them at age 12, but we're not all so preemptively demanding. Speaking of annoying medical needs, I'm also getting braces. Crossbite, you see. My jaws are both too narrow. So I should have them early next year, maybe even by the time school starts. Expanding on annoying medical needs, my last Bowen therapy appointment is on Tuesday (don't ask me what Bowen therapy is - I still have no idea), which means I can get back to my chiropractic appointments, which help a great deal more.

One thing I am planning to do myself is go see New Moon. I was severely disappointed by Twilight (and it did in fact cause me to lose interest in the series), but my friends inform me the sequel is much better. (No, they didn't just go see it without me. I was sick. And if I hadn't been sick, I would have been at work. That was Thursday. I did work on Friday. It was worse than I predicted. So close to just breaking down. So close.) Also, since I'm going to be out and about, I need to get my Christmas shopping done. No idea what to get anyone, and I have many people I need to get something for. Christmas is a real pain. I can't buy anything I want right now, because it's possible someone will get me it. I mean, I'd appreciate it and everything, but I wish I could just go out and get these things myself without wondering if I just screwed up someone's plans. So I'm to remain bored for a month, then I can go buy whatever I need.

A thought just occurred to me. You know people consider you a serious couple when they buy you the one gift instead of individual ones. But it is easiest for the purchaser.

And I've had enough of this reflection. A girl can only take so much of her own thoughts, painstakingly reworded (not really, my thoughts are already neatly organised), before she becomes withdrawn and antisocial, avoiding leaving the house for weeks at a time. And now we all know how my last summer went. Seriously, though, I paled, got dark circles under my eyes, spent all my time on the computer because I was too tired to do anything else... As I later discovered, I was anemic, which did account for everything. Except the paranoia. Never did quite get over that.

Honestly.

If you think this is bad...

2009-11-21T22:38:00.003+10:00

... you should see how often I update my fanfiction.

Yes, I did the extended title gag again. Humour me - it seemed fitting. After all, this looks like it's going to become a regular thing. The delayed posts, that is. But I don't suppose it really matters. Not to anyone reading, at least. But it matters to me! Pardon the melodrama, I'm sort of desperate with... And now I can't think of the rest of the sentence. The point is, I have five days of school left and five pieces of assessment. Allow me to list them. Then again, it's not like anyone can stop me.

On Monday, I have a SOSE exam and a Drama performance. On Tuesday, my Science EEI writeup is due, as well as my English oral and short performance of Romeo and Juliet. Wednesday, I only have my English exam. Also, my parents are going away on Tuesday, and my younger brother and myself are being looked after by one of my older brothers and his wife, whose daughter I will be spending most of my time playing with. Not that I have an issue with that. I rather enjoy it. She looks up to me, figuratively and literally since she's 18 months old, and therefore is very easy to influence. Tonight I taught her how to laugh evilly, which she then proceeded to do so while throwing toys at me.

Speaking of the word 'proceeded', another older brother of mine recently rented Resident Evil 5, which I watched him play today. Anything to avoid assignments. Anyway, we had the subtitles on for the movie scenes, and at one point a character (Sheva, I believe) said something along the lines of, "Chris Redfield, your reputation proceeds you." I imagine she must have meant 'precedes', which is the standard phrase, as opposed to stating that his reputation continues on after him. Though, really, I suppose that could make sense. If she was expecting him to die at some point. But he's Chris Redfield! No mortal could slay him!

I know, dissecting typos in video games is a sign of someone struggling to find something to write about. But I don't need to write about anything interesting, I just need to procrastinate for a while longer. Like I said, anything to avoid assignments. It's actually gotten to the point that this is the last thing I can find to fill in some time. Imagine, the whole internet at my fingertips (except the R-rated stuff) and yet my only occupation is blogging! I suppose I could watch David Lehre's Youtube videos again...

Perhaps I ought to recap life's general happenings as of late, hm? Well, I've been counting down the days until school's over - in between doing assignments, of course - as well as attempting to swap, switch and trade shifts at work so as to avoid working the busy nights. I've been working there less than half a year, you know. Busy nights are too difficult for me. Unfortunately, while it worked last week, I have no choice this week, as three of the cashiers are on schoolies. So, keeping in mind that I worked today (Saturday) already, I am working Monday, Thursday and Friday. Pro - more money. Con - Thursday and Friday are just about as busy as it gets. I'm not quite sure I won't have some kind of breakdown.

But I've rambled on for long enough. Until next time, know that I will miss you.

Honestly.

I'd feel guilty...

2009-11-07T13:41:00.003+10:00

... if anyone was actually reading my blog.

That's right, imaginary ladies and gentlemen, I'm posting again! Why all this drama, you ask? Simply because I woke up an hour ago and am still sort of woozy. I'm not a morning person. No, wait... Afternoon person. Unless, of course, I'm on a school camp, where being a morning person would infinitely annoy my roommates. Fortunately for them, I no longer attend school camps. I feel the Great Outdoors has some kind of score to settle with me. It's not like I destroyed any ecosystems! I just really hate bugs... and may have killed some of them.

Quite honestly (I swear, I don't even do this on purpose, I just say honestly a lot when I talk), I have next to nothing to write about. Which wouldn't be a problem if I could just keep this flowing. Flowing, like a gentle stream, its surface alive with ripples and waves as it winds through a damp forest, given life by the recent rainfall. As you can see, my Writer's Block is gone. Mostly. I don't like that I used both 'alive' and 'life' in one sentence when they're not directly related to each other. But that's aside from the point.

I suppose I should just update you. You meaning myself. Blogging is such a good way to clear one's head. Anyway, my Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged shirt and badges arrived, which I'm super special awesome happy about. I don't care what friends, siblings, acquaintances and strangers say about it - I'm wearing that shirt as much as I possibly can. Also, I bought season 3 of House, adding to my collection which previously consisted of season 2. I really want season 1 (no matter how bad the quality is), but I can't find it anywhere. It's a real thorn in my side. But not a real one. I don't even know how I'd get a thorn in my side. I suppose if I ran through some Bougainvilleas...

I am, as ever, fighting with my mum about changing schools in time for year 11. Apparently, it's impossible for me to get an OP2 at my school, whereas if I changed schools, I would most definitely get at least a 2. I find that somewhat dubious. Somewhat very dubious. I mean, look at my grammatical skills! No school can fix that.

I'm in the mood for doing whatever takes my fancy, and I fancy doing something else, so I'm gonna go. Perhaps one day I'll be able to curb this rebellious spirit of mine.

Honestly.

I wish I could think of a title.

2009-10-27T18:33:00.005+10:00

Bit of an update for you. I did have to give my talk on Monday - in fact, I was first. Damn hat. It's got it in for me. But it went... okay, I suppose. Could have been worse. My Drama class is somewhat slack. Approximately half just didn't write anything and are likely to fail, especially considering the mood my teacher was in. We were treated to two rants, dozens of reprimands and a heck of a lot of yelling. Not that she isn't a nice teacher.

By the way, how do you like the new header? That's actually the closest font I could find to my writing. Yes, I'm very messy. My capital Es look like Cs with a line in the middle. And when I write a 5 it just comes out like a capital S. My Maths teacher likes to correct that when marking my exams. At least she doesn't take marks off for it.

I'm mostly writing this because I'm trapped in my room, as my house is being overrun with preteen boys under the guise of a "Games Night". It's times like this I wonder if I wouldn't prefer a little sister. But younger sisters are such a pain. I should know. If you could see me, I would wink. But, then again, if you could see me you would have my name, face and, depending on who's reading this, my rough location. Now, I may not be a genius (well...), but I'm not stupid enough to give out my identity over the internet. No offense to all those video bloggers out there. Luckily for me, it's unlikely this blog will ever be read by anyone, let alone that select group.

I have severe Writer's Block, which is the absolute most annoying thing, especially when you have ideas circulating in your head. You never truly appreciate how annoying Writer's Block is until you desperately want to write. I have four stories I've been working on recently (or not so recently - more like several months ago), but I'm finding it nearly impossible to write another sentence. The last time I wrote anything was last month when we needed a script for Drama. Maybe I need to get out more, experience life and find some visuals. Might try a little writing exercise later - find a picture on deviantART and have a go at describing it.

In any case, I'm off. I have a few small tasks to complete tonight, including memorising key signatures and protest music facts for my Music exam which I think is on tomorrow. If not, at least I'll have managed to kill some time. Besides, it's about time I spared a moment for studying.

Honestly.

What was I thinking?

2009-10-25T23:36:00.005+10:00

You know, to be perfectly honest (oh, I'm so hilarious), the reason I haven't been posting much is because I've been trying to think of things worth writing a blog about.

What was I thinking?

How is my top ten favourite songs worth writing a blog about? No one wants to read that! Heck, if I came across a blog that had the author's top 10 anything I'd probably get out of it there and then. Even my ranting is more interesting that a top 10 list! You know what? Screw this whole standard-sort-of-blog-post thing! I'm gonna write about whatever the heck I feel like.

Speaking of phrases that begin with "Screw...", I just ordered a Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged T-shirt online, as well as some pins. "Screw the rules, I have money!" Love that quote. Second only to "Super special awesome!" I wish there'd been a shirt with that on it. Instead I've just got a pin. Still, I'm not complaining. At least not about that. What I am complaining about is this stupid italics button. It randomly turns on, then stays on when I turn it off, and only truly turns off once I've turned it back on and off again.

In all honesty (it's still funny), I'm only writing about my purchases and faulty formatting (alliteration) to put off working on my Drama oral. It's about Chinese opera and should really be easy, given that the minimum time is three minutes, which is about 550-600 words for me. But it's not. No, it is most certainly not. So far I have a grand total of 111 words and only four of six slides completed. It is currently midnight, and Drama is at 9am tomorrow. I feel I lack motivation. We're doing physical theatre in Drama at the moment and, while physical anything has most definitely never been my forte (I lack coordination, fitness, motivation, etc), I particularly dislike physical theatre.

While I was still young enough to believe in the Tooth Fairy (oddly enough, I realized Santa, the Bogeyman and the Easter Bunny were just stories before I decided that a fairy that takes children's fallen out teeth and leaves money in their place was just too implausible), I wanted to be an actor. Once I hit age nine, however, I knew that I was much better at writing than acting. Dramatic, yes, but not particularly cut out for it. By the age of ten, I was writing Harry Potter based plays which my friends and I performed on school camp and just generally at school. (I played Dumbledore, by the way. I loved Dumbledore. Still do.) And even now, at age 15, I take the opportunity to write the scripts for any Drama assessment pieces. So I am, essentially, in Drama for the scripting. One problem with physical theatre. No scripting.

But I suppose I should stop complaining and just try to enjoy it. Five weeks of the school year left, then I never do Drama again. My subject choices for Senior had some pretty major clashes, so I had to make sacrifices. But I'm pretty happy now, really. I think it's turned out for the best. English, Maths B, Chemistry and Physics are my career based choices, while Music and Film & TV are my more recreational ones.

But I really need to go. In nine hours I may have to stand up and deliver my approximately one third completed speech.

And I can assure you, this blog was written entirely

Honestly.

Top Ten Songs

2009-10-20T20:46:00.005+10:00

Yes, yes. I know I did 'Five Things' just a while ago, but this is different. Slightly. My top ten songs at the moment.

10. A Little Respect - Erasure

9. 99 Red Balloons - Goldfinger (Originally by Nena, but I don't speak German that well. Although I can sing along to the German verse of Goldfinger's version. Murdering proper pronunciation along the way, of course.)

8. Kill - Jimmy Eat World

7. Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations

6. Hate This Place - Goo Goo Dolls

5. Green Eyes - Coldplay

4. Spin - Lifehouse

3. Don't Stop Believing - Journey

2. Jumper - Third Eye Blind

1. This is the Story of a Girl - 3 Doors Down (Originally by Nine Days.)

Well, I'm in an interesting mood today. But, damn, do I love This is the Story of a Girl.

Honestly.

Five Things

2009-10-07T16:23:00.007+10:00

I'm currently trying my best to procrastinate and, most conveniently, I have a blog to help me do just that. So here they are. Five things I love and five things I hate.

Love

1. When it storms. No matter how destructive, and no matter how high the water flooding our street is.

2. My guitar. Not even the fact that I can play it. I love the guitar itself. If I didn't think it seemed too obsessive, I probably would've named it.

3. Playing with fire. Only in the literal sense, though. I'm not a risk-taker.

4. Those few moments right before you go to sleep and right after you wake up, where you're suspended somewhere in between conscious and unconscious, and you can't remember a single thing.

5. The feeling that no time whatsoever is passing. Like the moment's just going to last forever.

Hate

1. Chatspeak. I loathe, abhor and hold great disapproval for chatspeak. Why murder the English language to save a few seconds?

2. Getting older. Peter Pan has always been one of my favourite movies.

3. Biting my tongue. In both the literal and figurative senses. I bit my tongue in the former just now. Don't even get me started on the pain it causes me to bite it in the latter.

4. Skinnies. I've had three pairs of skinny jeans in the last three years and none of them let me fully bend my knees. Give me straight-legs any day.

5. How generation Z is going to grow up with CGI kids' movies, instead of animated.

Honestly.

Let the Honesty Begin

2009-10-04T12:49:00.000+10:00

This is my second blogspot. Not certain why I deleted my first one, but it's not really relevant.

One promise I'm making now is that I'm going to be completely honest with myself in these posts. I don't particularly care about being honest with anyone else, but since I'm doing it anyway...

One promise I can't make is that these posts will be interesting. The majority of them will probably only be interesting to me. But I wouldn't post something that wouldn't even interest myself. So, on some level, they are interesting. Okay, that's a lie. And I was trying so hard to be honest.

Honestly.