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13 September 2011 @ 08:24 pm
I found out last night that I didn't have a biology lecture today (which is the only thing I go to on Tuesdays), so I decided to do my biology assignment. Luckily, I found many, many ways to procrastinate, including curling my hair - so I now have 105 out of 1500 words instead of a possible 700-800. 

Events of the day
Yeah, yeah, it's boring, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO GO ABOUT IT? ;D

CHILLING: through the park, which is home to many, many galahs and other birds.
UNCOVERING: Smurfs from Kinder Surprises, as Lisa had bought a box for Brendan.
MEETING: in the Dorothy Hill Library - which was confusing, as the level that you enter the building isn't level one, it's actually level two. WUT. Confusing university is confusing.

DINNER: with the delightful Alex, at Vapiano. I never actually *really* noticed all the quotes and drawings that were around the place where they make the food. So that was interesting.
BUS'D: to Browns Plains because I just overslept my stop, and then had to come back. And then got yelled at because my Dad apparently thought I was coming home at 7 when I very clearly remember saying 7:30.

I just realised that my little introduction was also about things that happened in my day. But I can't be bothered editing it, especially because my computer has decided to be a complete ass and lag the hell out of everything.

Word of the day!
a. To make better or more tolerable

SENTENCE: Chocolate and love can ameliorate any pain, no matter how severe.
I actually found this word in one of my journal articles for biology. *cheesy thumbs up* XD 

Thresholds of tolerance
I think it's always interesting to see how far people are willing to go in terms of tolerating others' behaviour. It's different between personalities, and to an extent, different between genders as well, but I think most of it has to do with the amount of rationalising you're able to do. Of course, there's probably a 'mutual' point you reach whereby it's counted as outrageously annoying by the majority of people, and all hell breaks loose. Before that, though, it's all a little messed up. 

For friends, the threshold is a little higher - and then within that label, you have better friends than others, so it is adjusted accordingly. The number of times that a certain 'trait' pops up or influences someone's actions also plays a role, I think; it's easier to tolerate or forgive someone for doing something the first couple of times, but when that number starts exceeding about ten, it gets on the nerves a little.

For me, I always find it pretty easy to see where people are coming from, and to understand that their actions may not be predicated on just *one* thing. There might be other stuff going on that influences their actions, and you can't discount that. At the same time, I think that way of thinking sets me up to get 'used' (for want of a better phrase), as I give many concessions on account of understanding what's going on, without it being reciprocated. On the flip side, I have, on occasion, just wanted to punch someone's face in because they've just annoyed the hell out of me.

I probably won't post tomorrow, on account of my not getting home until 10:30 at night because of choir. But I'll try :)
Feeling: fullfull
Listening to: Washing machine whirring
12 September 2011 @ 07:54 pm
..whole structure thing.
And I lied yesterday. The Van Gogh episode was probably the first one that made me cry - but that's 'cause it was so beautiful, and I'm a sucker for all that arty stuff. :D 

Occurences of the daylight hours
How's that for originality? Huh?

So, my day.

PANCAKES: at the manor, with Nathan. Good food, good music, good conversation. We always end up having decent talks there.
BREAKUP: with the (now) ex-boyfriend. I think it went pretty much the same way that I expected it to - I explained things in the most succinct way possible, and he didn't take any of it in.
PLANNING: lunch date with Lisa, Zibb and Alex. A lot of yelling, re-explaining to Lisa when the midsemester break is, and that I actually have lectures on Friday that I'm willing to skip, but it'd be best to actually NOT skip them.
PHYSICS: with nerds!
CHEMISTRY: with the annoying tutor. But the very obliging group, and various greenish-yellowish coloured liquids.
PIZZA: for the very cheap price of $5 for a monstrosity with Thomas. Again, more good conversation, and the promise of an ANZAC biscuit.

I think that's a good way to recap my days. Nice and crisp.
Crisp always makes me think of the crunch sound you get when you eat lettuce. 

Word of the 'still unspecified time frame but I think it's going to be daily'
QUIXOTIC (adjective)
a. Foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
b. Unpredictable

SENTENCE: Everyone laughed at her quixotic dreams of marrying a billionaire and winning a Nobel prize.

Musings of the perfect pitch'd
I was talking about this in the car yesterday with my mother and my sister - how having perfect pitch means that music without lyrics (a la classical music, etc) sounds like it has lyrics to us. Us being my sister and I. I'm pretty sure my mother would have it if she had any kind of musical training, but yeah. I think that's kind of interesting, and I know that music 'speaks' to people in different ways, probably primarily through the envoking of certain emotion. But with me, at least, there is a kind of 'speech' that I can follow, and I think having that has helped me through a lot of stuff. 

I can't imagine not having music in my life the way it is and still being relatively sane. I miss my cello and my piano playing so much - but nowadays it's a more private thing. I do it for myself; to calm myself down, or to get away from everything else, and I'd rather people not hear what I have to 'say' when I do it. Maybe that's just me though - dear old strange me.

Feeling: annoyedannoyed
Listening to: You and I - Jason Mraz
11 September 2011 @ 05:22 pm
For a plethora of reasons, I have decided that it would be nice (or perhaps endearing?) if I had a wider readership, so I'm going to attempt to have a more structured way of posting. We'll see how that goes, shall we?

Happenings of the day
Well, today is my sister's birthday. It's made me realise how much I love her (pause for collective *aww*) - but really. As siblings are, we've been, and still can be annoying to each other, but we've always been there for each other when it's been needed. Even if the other didn't want the help at that moment in time. I can't imagine not having her around - I guess we balance each other out. She's the happier, bouncier one, and deals with things differently than I do, even though we've both been through our fair share of crap.

She likes food, so I think my parents' present to her is a lot of her favourite foods. I bought her a Mimco wallet earlier on in the year that she loves (and that I was a little jealous of, frankly, for a while) and still uses.


Yes. This is the supposed 'two tiered' sponge cake that my father decided to attempt to make. I'm slightly concerned.
Mum knows how to cook, though, so all is not lost.

What else. I have been recruited to play cello for something at church. Which is both exciting, nervewracking and signalling of impending pain. Because I haven't played for aaaaages, which means that I have no callouses, and yeah. That's going to be a lot of fun. I can just tell.


Word of the 'as of yet unspecified time frame'
EPITHET (noun)
a. A characterising word/phrase accompanying/occuring in place of the name of a person/thing
b. A disparaging/abusive word or phrase

I can already hear you all yelling for me to put it in a sentence, so here goes: Her use of epithets were well timed that they contributed to the comedy of the situation.

I don't even know.
Moving on.

This episode was the first Doctor Who episode that made me cry, I think. Seeing the purity of Rory and Amy's love, and just how good of a person Rory is - also in comparison to the Doctor, who is also himself a good person (but in a different way, IMO). I always marvel at the writing in Doctor Who episodes, though. It's so smart and engaging and tied together and original - I'M JUST REALLY JEALOUS. WHY CAN'T I WRITE LIKE THAT? Though I guess script writing is different to novel writing.

Anyway. I think the concept of 'waiting', in Amy's case, will continue to be a big thing. It kind of 'calls' to me as well, because (I'm afraid this is going to sound stoopid) I wait too. Most of the time, in the face of impossibility. Some part of me probably knows that it's irrational and I shouldn't be doing it, but I do it in spite of that knowledge. Yup, yup, 'women'. As most of my friends would put it. ;D

I'm going to be productive and play some Starcraft 2 now. If my computer decides to be nice and not lag like... *insert witty comparisor here*.
Feeling: coldcold
Listening to: My First Love - Paper Aeroplanes
10 September 2011 @ 09:14 pm
I think I'm back to this blog. Cause the other one died after.. my not using it for a long time, and I haven't gotten around to getting someone to fix it for me. I probably will, though, and use this theme and everything, now that I know slightly more about technology. And that sort of stuff. I don't really know how having an actual domain name redirecting and all that will affect it, but I guess I'll find out when it happens.

So. Let's see, what's happened since the 9th of December last year. I was very bored, met some new friends, became better friends with people I knew already, started university. Some of said friends got me into game, so I'm pretty much getting no uni work done. A lot of other complicated stuff happened too, but I won't go into that - I have a feeling this mightn't be the end of it. Had a month's break - that was interesting, to say the least, and then second semester. And now we're a couple of weeks away from midsem break for the second semester. It's a little mindblowing, I think. Though I am thinking about all the stuff I want to do during the summer break. Let's hope that this time I'll get at least one them done? XD

I've started a story - it's about 5000ish words, and I've written about 5 and a half 'chapters'. I keep nursing this *delusion* that it'll somehow turn out from a piece of steaming crap to something publishable. Aside from that, the only difficult thing is actually writing it. I have the ideas and the vague structure or everything, it just takes me upwards of an eternity to get the words in coherent sentences in such a way that I won't throw a fit.

Speaking of writing, I headed to the Brisbane Writers Festival today with a friend, because I had conveniently won tickets to Please Don't Make Me Funny. I think my new favourite person is Marieke Hardy (followed closely by Janet Devlin)! It was interesting to listen to them talk about comedic writing, and to compare that with the stuff that I trickle out. (I was going to say spew, but that implies great amounts of stuff, and.. yeah. No.)


What else.. hm. I keep flirting with the prospect of music again. It's really bad, actually - I'm so unfocussed on everything. I WISH ALL THE STUFF I WAS INTERESTED IN WAS IN ONE VAGUE GENERAL KIND OF DIRECTION. WHY DO I HAVE TO LIKE POLAR OPPOSITES. I keep thinking about starting a band/ensemble of some kind, preferably jazz - the couple of times I've done improv it has sounded worse than twelve dissonant chords chucked together into a blender, but I adore jazz when it's done well. Though I guess what I'm doing at the moment isn't really that much smarter, but probably more fun. A friend and I found a score for Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto for two pianos, so I'm trying to learn it. 

ANYWAY. I have to go.. maybe learn something. Or read some more studies about mesenchymal stem cells and other stuff that I don't understand.
Feeling: soresore
Listening to: Your Song - Janet Devlin
09 December 2010 @ 06:44 pm
My head really hurts so this is a short post. :)

I was thinking about this on the bus.. because I'm just that cool. But it annoys me somewhat that some people say 'there are starving children in Africa, so don't complain!' when you talk about how dreadful your life is. Because yes, there are starving children in Africa, and we should do everything in our power to help them be not starving, but that doesn't mean that heartbreak, or being bullied so much that you can't feel, or anything like that hurts any less. I don't know. That's just me.
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Feeling: discontentdiscontent
Listening to: Start Me Up/Living on a Prayer - Glee Cast
08 December 2010 @ 07:21 pm
I've gotten back into tumblr again, and considering moving this type of blog (where I type about random crap) to tumblr. But I don't think that's going to happen, mainly cause tumblr is for little tidbits of stuff, and what I do here isn't 'little'. If that makes sense. Also it took me ages to find this theme that I really like, so I'm sticking with it.

This might sound a touch selfish, but I wish people would read what I have to say. I know not many people read this, least of all people I know, and in some cases that's a good thing. But deep down, everyone secretly kind of wants to be popular (even if it's just a tad), and I guess I just want that. And in some twisted way, it kind of shows that they care. But I know people care even if they don't read my blog. :)

There's more I want to say, but I'm afraid that if I say/type it, then it's going to explode in my face and become real and then it'll be worse than it is now. All I'll say at the moment is that I'm scared. More scared than I've ever been before, on the subject of this particular topic. Because.. it can hurt. And I know precisely how much, and I really don't want it to happen again. 

Interlude for meme!
I used to really hate Blair, because she was the bitch at Constance, and I would probably have been one of the people she'd be picking on, but as the seasons have gone on, new sides of her character have appeared and I have to say she's one of my favourites now. I've come to like her bitchy side more, mainly cause she does it with such class and intelligence. But she's also vulnerable to the things that normal people are vulnerable to - least of all, love.

But she's grown, too.. she knows there are things and people she has to make sacrifices for, and she does so, even if it hurts her. And she stays true to those she loves.

Just because it's Christmas, and I'm on tumblr:

I love Christmas because it's a time of happiness, hope, love, joy and faith. This is probably just because I'm an artsy person, but my favourite part of Christmas are the carols (or songs, cause some of them aren't really carols?). It's always so rich, and in a weird way, I think it links sadness and happiness..  and it just makes me feel better. And I listen to them throughout the year, as well, much to the astonishment (more like judgement, I think) of my friends. I'm just odd, I guess. :)
Feeling: crushedcrushed
05 December 2010 @ 09:16 am
I haven't been bothered to check if the cord for my camera can be used with my mac, so no photos at the moment. Yes. Disappointing indeed. Um, no. The weather here is absolutely horrific. Think dreary, rainy, miserable, grey, etc, when it's supposed to be summer. BRIGHT AND SHINY AND SUNNY. And it looks like it's going to be that way for the next week. OH JOY FOR ALL. Not really helping the mood, either. I'm also being quite a selfish bitch these days (only imo, but still).. I really, really want the stupid feeling/depression/whatever it is to go away, but I guess the only thing I can do is wait it out. 

In any case, I have to get out of the house to prevent my going insane, so it's good that I have to go see the mother of some prospective tutees tomorrow, and then maybe to the podiatrist. I might go to Rhi's on Tuesday.. if she ever replies to my texts or comes online; going out with Sri and Alex on Wednesday (still deciding whether or not to join D&D?) and I think we're having a mass picnic thing on Thursday. So it's not bad.. I just still feel like utter crap. :)


As with all the others, I like Foster cause she's a strong character. She stands up to Lightman, who at times can be a pompous ass (British, though.. so that kind of redeems him somewhat), but yeah. She knows what she wants and she does everything in her power to get it. Also, she's a damned good psychologist. :)
Feeling: annoyedannoyed