One Track Mind Coffee coffee coffee coffee... I've only had one today.. could have one now.. or tonight. No, that would be bad... I've already lost 6 hours sleep... coffee coffee coffee...

Finished all assessments - yeah! Until next term, anyway. But that's just major works and Uncle Ho (Ho Chi Minh). YEAH! Oh, it will all so soon be over entirely.. *cries*

Some fun news: I workshopped my Backbench Politics script with year 11s today.. They really liked it (I still do - I was laughing too), and now the pages are all scribbly with notes to edit and things to think about. Nearly nearly finished! Query: how important is it to replace 'slice' with 'cake' in this line?

...it’s usually my role to allocate a person to bake a slice or casserole each week… I always loved making my Honey Happy Heart caramel cake...

Ms Rowe seems to think it's vital and will not compromise (though I haven't directly asked her to), but, that may be just Ms Rowe. :)

Here's the picture from last time that blogger wouldn't upload:

*fingers crossed*

OOoh!! Decaffinated!! Thanks mum!!! *jumps away in glee to go and have boundless amounts*

Gaara of the Desert... and other 'Narutards'

Animania Sydney 2004

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  Nerd Burger Yes, I am an entire nerd.

Not only did I complete a second (long-awaited) draft of History yesterday, I am going on a study camp these holidays. Wooh! It will be great. I'll be so studied up my teachers won't know what hits them (ie. capability to retain quotes in my 16 or so exam essays). I do silly subjects, as I have often said.

Now that the work coverage is over, special shoutout of the post goes to Sandra, who may or may not be reading this. I hope I continue to pique your interest. Pique - that's a great word.

Anyone got ideas for my short story title? Considering none of you have read it, any suggestion will be fabulously great and related. Hmmm...

Contained Coffee note of the post: I've already had my two today. With the teacher's strike this morning, I had some well-needed sleep and felt thoroughly refreshed, no hurting behind the eyes or artificial alertness... And then I went to Westfield and had coffee. But it was happy. And then I had a cap. with Mumsy after school (Hi again Sandra!). Lovely. But 3:30 itis is hitting me, so I might revert to copious amounts of tea. We shall see. Hwa, awakeness for english practise/study, hwa!

Ahh Lenny, the emo ninja. I have heard several times the debate over who is better, a pirate or a ninja, and I must afiliate myself with ninjas (having been one myself), although I have been a pirate too.. Hmm... Difficult decision. And with Dead Man's Chest soon hitting Australian cinemas (the long anticipated Who's Your Daddy), I'll be yo-ho-ho-ing to A Pirates' Life For Me, as I am wont to do, while considering the amount of Naruto I still have on the computer.. Anyone have more than the first four episodes of Escaflowne, by the way? I can't remember if it would be sitting with the other 50gb Eddy gave me...

Ahh well, eating more pasta and half-procrastinating, half actually doing the work I need to do.

Pirates or Ninjas?

I should make an official poll.  ¶ 3:24 PM 0 Comments

  One More For The Road (Before it is tomorrow) What's this, Lentil dear? You should be in bed!

And so I should. But as I have no fear of procrastination, I have well and truly left my Caesar assessment to the last hours. Yay. All-nighter party! Plus, I have full cream milk. Ohhh, yes.

Coffee note of the post: This is my... fourth today. I'm having another one now (to keep me awake and chirpy and so that I can have two tomorrow without feeling, er, too guily).

Now with the above section, I must include all caffiene (excluding the delectable chocolate) references in a contained paragraph, so as to be ignored.

What did I learn last night at Gregor's 18th? That Jimmy should never be allowed near Magic Juice/fizzy drink again, in case he really does have a heart attack, and that the John Krause Method again prevails. He says that there are three categories of guitar players: The good ones who can play other peoples' stuff, the crap, and those who play their own music. He is the third. Of course, I am the second. Though he got me to muck around with one of his songs, in the early hours of today. Mayday - two late-nighters! Plus there's that little ball game in... oh dear it's in about ..25 hours. Yay lack of sleep! I am dreading the coming nights.

It's only my own fault. And my brother can fully accuse me of hypocrisy as I was telling him off for procrastination only a week ago. Oh well. ^_^

In other news, Lenny has been digging The Tetris Allstars, and the fun tunes of Enthusiasm Police. A personal favourite is Big Bear Trap. You can't go past it. Literally - there's 20 metal teeth. *snap snap snap!* Bake Sale, in particular, is very Joel Hockey. I'm wearing TAJHM t-shirt right now. Yay for broken hearts! I'll just go off and dance to the Octopus Lovesong...

Gemma's Sunday @ Seven tonight went really smoothly, and I only made one error with the song slides, and my mother says she did not notice it. Well, enough said. *Pats Mumsy*

Oh, full cream milk is... No, not the love of my life. But close.

It's now past midnight, my time, so I need to be heading back to source analysis and happy essay proliferation.

You can excuse my mind for not making sense.

It's not mine.  ¶ 11:54 PM 1 Comments

  This play is called "Our Town" I now have an Adelaide playlist. How rad is that!

I came down to the computer last night to get some paper and verify my Board of Studies id, and then spent 45 minutes looking up universities in Adelaide. I lead a sad life, but it's a happy life!

This week I'm attempting to take on a belt of truth: Ephesians 6 ~ Take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance...

Yes, I've had it with being kind! Ha, not at all. After working on it for two weeks, it's become more a part of me now. It's great. And I'll want to come back to it in a little while.
Jess said today that it's great we're doing these little missions, examining ourselves (know thyself) and trying to become better people. We work out our own weaknesses with relevance to our everday weeks and trials of our lives. Gradually I'll become old, wise and Fruity - it's excellent! Well, that is my goal-dream: to be super-fruity in the Spirit. Yay.

I am rapidly losing my self-given title of the Most Unfit Person I Know. Look at her run! That is: Lenny is willingly going and exercising. Eventually I'll fully brainwash myself and believe that physical activity makes you more awake that coffee. Actually, I didn't start drinking it for the caffiene until some point a few months ago. I want to find me some good decaf. It's all in my mind, anyway.

I think I shall add a social justice section of links... There are some things, such as boycotting Nestle, that I think everyone should know about and be able to readily access the information of. Ah, using prepositions at the ends of my sentences again - Lynette, have you learned nothing from Extension 2?!

I am relying on my ideal that all my fav Radelaide bands will have shows on in the two weeks or so that I plan to be holidaying later in the year.. I would like to legally get (purchase) all the music, please! People deserve rewards for their work. Hmm...

>.< Assessments, who needs them.

Not even a rhetorical question. One today, one tomorrow, one the day after. Sigh. I hope I don't get yelled at in band tomorrow.. Grr...

^_^  ¶ 8:32 PM 2 Comments

  Year of the Papercut At the history study day at Sydney Uni yesterday I received so many papercuts (and I scratched over one with my nail today, incidentally), so many papercuts that it looks like Wolverine managed to shrink himself and attack my hands. I'd take a photo, but it might be a bit gruesome for your oh so innocent eyes. Heh..

Church was good this morning - I wans't really listening to John speak although he had some good things he was saying - I thought about RAOK plans and I was all happy and ready to leave and go out into the world before the service was half over. My brother, Jimmy and I have a little triplet of studying-but-not for this week. It'll be great. I'm nearly sort of nearly done on the drama director's seminar. Memorisation is for suckers! And it turns out that my speech I did for the last Extension 1 assessment is 900 words, so if I just add readings and more ponderings and genre theory (oh! it's an hour essay.. hmm), I'll be fine. And the drama written exam is a joke, as always. I'll be fine.

It's annoying, not being motivated to do things >.<

Know what else is great? Full cream milk. Home made GJ's, a dash of chocolate, and oh, that full cream milk. De-lish!

Gregor commented that I'm the most coffee-addicted person he knows. Not necessarily the most-drinking, because he knows many people who drink more than I do (my maximum is two a day, and I fight internally over keeping it at one and convincing myself in and out of having more), but apparently I talk about coffee and fret over being addicted more than any one he knows. Interesting. I wonder if I'm annoying in that way. *sips more*

I'm trying to finding that hilarious Draco: Got Milk? pic... Not prevailing...

Ok, fine, this pic is a combined Daniel Radcliffe and Tom Welling. I like neither of them, but I think it looks more like Harry.

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  The Big Whinge Festival Every so often, I am reminded how different I am from other people.

This is not a rant about how much teenage angst fills my life, it is from a perspective of calm ponderance and waves of tension that arise when I consider myself.

In honesty, I do get jealous of other people for who they are. Last night I was observing Tia and Tegan, and half wishing I could be like them. And they're a pair of my greatest and 'closest' friends. I don't wish I could be them - it's more a matter of wishing I could form those sorts of friendship bonds... I've never had a human best friend. And my experiences of imaginary friends - they're not normal imaginary friends... My english short story is about the line between reality and having an imaginary friend - I tried to explain it to someone once, and then realised that my concept of imaginary friend was completely different (and incoherent) to the majority of the population's.

I'm naturally a loner, a true blue INTJ Meyers-Briggs personality type. You should do that test, if you haven't. It's great. It feels nice to learn about who you are. Something else that really made me happy was The Power of One - The Loner's Manifesto: it was promising to be a great read. I felt like hugging that book, in a way. I had to return it before it became overdue. It's on my post-HSC reading list, don't worry. And I intend to own my own copy.

There are parts of me that are normal geek, normal nerd... And this is why I have to find a nice fellow insane pal if I begin a BA next year... But every time I've had the desire etc. for a 'best friend', it's all gone down the drain. I remember in the humble days of year 8, when Fiona first joined our group - I had great notions of her, Jess and I being a triplet of friends. Well, I barely need to say that such events did not happen. It was a trio, without me. Suchu, from you I am expecting a sympathetic comment, but I do not want it.

I'm happy with who I am. I wouldn't want to change myself. Gregor, in .. oh, I can't remember the acronym - he said that he didn't think he'd ever be able to understand me, and that I'm very complex. It was nice to have that confirmed. And be appreciated, at the same time. I'm not sure if I understand myself, even.

It's all very interesting, but it does depress me at times. How are other people able to have (and yes, be hurt by) these great and often lasting friendship-bonds - and I'm not? I'm a loner, I'm different, that's why, would be the simple answer. But sometimes I want those things. Maybe I'm a bit of a Paul (in a different way). In some ways, it makes sense, in others it's incomprehendible.

So this cycle of mrrhhhk-ness comes around every so often, and apart from feeling miserable, I can take the haughty "I am better than thou, oh so much wiser and superior" attitude to deal with it. Which leaves me feeling more sad, and all. Hm.

So, it feels unfair. But I did mention before that I've never had this earthly friend... But then there's Jesus. And everything's okay. ^_^

Yeah, so sometimes I get down, and wish I was more girly (although I would prefer to still detest materialism), or more chatty, but I like being me. And it's fun when I go insane with Bob or someone and we can laugh together, or I can make coffee for someone and be there to listen and answer questions, whatever they feel like.

My 'thing' (little task) for this and last week was kindness. I've been doing small nice things, but then I might bite out... and then I get annoyed at myself. Often it's just sarcastic criticism of someone else (or the jokes of Dr. T), and I apologise profusely (then the person wonders why I'm doing so), but I'd rather be a kinder person. Ah! So what I need is another me - ohhh yes. Heh.

One of my previous sayings of the week was "If I ran the world", this week it was "I've nearly finished all my major works - I can nearly see the light at the end of this tunnel called the HSC!", perhaps it will become (only jokingly, of course), "If only everyone else was me."

In jest, I say.

Oh, and for this ranting I can blame hunger and coffee. Oh, why not chuck Spider solitaire in there as well. But I guess now I've talked about something more 'real' in this frivolous blog, so there *pokes tongue out*. I hope you're not too offended.

Shameless plug of the post: Scarborough Fair

I've also added The View to my music link sidebar. Don't try and attack me by saying it's not a real sidebar, you html 133tists!  ¶ 4:48 PM 3 Comments

  Slogan bars We're about to cover the assassination of Julius Caesar in Ancient. Fabulous. Yeah, I reckon he was alright. Silly little Antony. :)

My love of Civilization II continues! I'm nearly finished a Normal sized map on Prince level. Deity, he we come! It's old school, but it's addictive. And I haven't been distracted by Spider Solitaire lately as I haven't been on the newer computer. It actually makes for great homework progress.

I am starting to see the light at the end of this tunnel called year 12. I've nearly finished my major works (despite the minimum amount of time for drama group performance), and things are looking quite up. Oh, you know who's cool? Kris. She's great. Luf!

I saw a few seconds of channel ten news... It will be interesting to see what John Heard (DREADNOUGHT) says about that... Ahh, dinner. Lovely! *dances off* Food, food food food. ^^  ¶ 6:26 PM 1 Comments

  One Hit Wonders are my speciality Another near all-nighter and I've finished (sort of) another major work! Homemade GJs coffee, some U2 and the recently loved (and overplayed) Passenger Seat - DCFC and some new comfy trackpants - it all makes for some great mind juices. Oh, and I completed that dreaded Ancient assessment too. Not too bad, I reckon.

Ooh, with a proper heading and character list, Backbench Politics looks great! I've had the most fun with this script (as compared with the writing of my other major works) - it makes me laugh as I reread it, and remember Jess's great rendition of Grandma/Madam Geneva ("They named the peace conferences after me!") It's a few pages short - I checked and the minimum is 15, so it'll be alright after some tweaking. I want to do another workshop of it. I probably owe it to my original actors (excluding myself) to get them to do it, but I'd really like the splendid year 11s to give it a shot. There's six people in their class too - perfect!

As for some interesting reading, I decided to become more philosophical and pondering rather than just recount (the worst level of essays. bleh. reminds me of upcoming assessments)... So, a list of what constitutes good music/that which I like:

• I can (attempt to) sing along
• Varied repetoire - some hard core, some easy listening, some just beautiful
• Fun (think Queen's Bicycle Race - ha! Did you see on the news those nude environmentalist riders? Fat Bottomed Girls all the way...)
• Quality - this means having a level of talent or skill that blends with the sound.
• Lyrics? I guess I think it's good to have music that means something. The old "if you could write one song that would epitomise your life...."

Yes, and now for bed. Yay for morning classes today/tomorrow! Oh, aren't public holidays just delightful while they're on. I was told not to watch the Football, even though it's already tomorrow.

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  You Can Love Yourself Too It's not quite 6am, it's not even 3.

My plans for a real all-nighter remain unachieved. Sure, I could actually hand my History Extension Major Work draft tomorrow actually.. polished, but that would defeat the purpose of a first draft, wouldn't it? Yes, and the three-oh hour is the 'my eyes will be all red and scratchy tomorrow if I don't get to shut them' time.

Just felt like saying post-midnight, coffee induced greetings, especially to Anthony, if you're reading *waves*. The impending social weekend plans are quite hectic, as movie times for X3 are convoluted against us (ie. around Carmen's flute lesson). I excuse myself if I don't make any sense, by the way.

Definately pub crawling to the 24 hour Maccas tomorrow, wait, today night.. Look out! Oh no, ohhh yes.

I managed to skim read two 400+ page books on Mussolini Today Tonight, so feel proud of me. I do.

Favourite tunes of the times are on My Space, which I was unable to fight for any longer. It's like my friendship with Kyle: a love-hate relationship without the love. I don't like it, it doesn't like me (professing this dislike through inability to operate), we're all good. Am I still devious and crafty? Oh yes.

Sigh. We'll all scatter like yesterday's breadcrumbs before pidgeons. *Imagines the outcome(s) of that.* Ew.  ¶ 2:22 AM 1 Comments