1/1/11

Happy New Year to the people I like. To the people I don't, screwyouloljk maybe if you stop your small-mindedness I might respect you once again. But it is okay, I forgive you. You are, after all, human. And I don't like humans in general.

Welcomed in the new year with my best friend and our awesome vegan and wheat-free cooking. Exceptforthechips,toblerone,pinkalcohol,springrollsanddimsims. But they don't count! Today and tomorrow it is strictly raw fruit and veg to make up for it. :) Watched the fireworks on our brand spankin' new TV which was not nearly as good as being there. BUT AT LEAST WE DIDN'T HAVE TO FIGHT FOR A TRAIN HOME. Gosh. The Make Your Mark theme this year was okay, but the cross made some of us think "Ah, terrorism!?" A little creepy. 2011 doesn't sound as good as 2010. I'm glad I'm a 2010 graduate. :D

BUT WHAT A GREAT YEAR IT WAS. I finished high school. Don't have to see those people again unless I really want to, I can now DO what I want, BE who I want to be and ASPIRE for the success I've always wanted... 2011 will be FANTASTIC. I just know it.

I hate New Years Resolutions, but I love lists. So I'll make a N.Y.R. List anyway;

1. Follow my program carefully til March.
2. Finish up the educating books that I'm currently reading including "What I Didn't Learn At School But Wish I Had" and "Secrets Of Stock Market Traders Exposed" and "How To Talk To Anyone". Also - borrow Robert Kiyosaki's "Rich Dad Poor Dad" book.
3. Quit the Chinese Restaurant.
4. Work out whether I'll get that job as a PA and if so, what education I need. If not, keep working for parents but consider full-time.
5. Be nicer to people, attempt to make friends, or at least conversation.
6. Attempt to do interesting things everyday, live life fully.
7. Start on the path to financial success, put things in motion.
8. Stay in contact with those who mean something to me, attempt to disengage from those who don't.
9. Do more for other people, be more selfless.
10. AND HAVE FUN.

Well, I like that list. It actually covers everything I already knew I wanted to do. 2011 will be great.

Enjoy!

- A. S.

Youtub

 *** UPDATE *** click this link for a better view of my epic comment: TaDa! (keep reading this post as it explains all. heh.)




Before you complain, I KNOW it's spelt YouTube but I've always typed it as a Youtub. Like a fail nickname or something. Idk. I'm weird like that.

ANYWAY. I use youtub and I am subscribed to a few cool peoples. I don't actually have any real life friends as my friends on it because I don't really use it as a social networking place. I just like watching vidyas when in the mood (yeah, another cutesy-yet-fail version of a word there).

In addition, I don't actually check the mailbox on that site. Like, most of the time it's just people wanting me to watch their channel and sub. I'm in no way a Youtub-addict. I just don't have enough hours in the day to always be watching videos. I'd rather just have a few subscriptions and enjoy a few videos once or twice a week.

Recently, I made a home video of my puppy Patches, when she was smaller (I swear she grows about an inch every day) climbing over this little fence we made. It was quite cute. But I'll probably never get 'round to uploading it. I've never been interested in uploading videos either on YT or FB. (Btw, I've deactivated my Facebook account for a few months. I've been banned from all online communication bar blogs and emails for 6 months but hopefully that will be shortened. Legal Studies students - what's the word? Probation or whatever?).

I have digressed terribly. Really the only thing I wanted to tell you - in fact I shall bold it up to emphasise it's significance - is that I commented on a Tobuscus video (one of my few subscriptions, he's awesome) and I got 173 thumbs up. Click here for the video and click here for my comment and its thumbs ups. (ctrl+f "seaturtle" to find it). I just feel proud. I don't know why. Haha. Yeah my Youtub name is seaturtle69 btw (I made it when I was young, forgive me). Many videos have "highest rated comments" thing but this one doesn't. The one that I actually had the highest rated comment for! :( Ah well.

PS: That's by no means his best video. It's probably one of the most boring, as I'm not a gamer or anything. Check out his other videos. One of my favourites is his literal Harry Potter 7 trailer. I'm just a HP geek like that. 8D

Ads By Google? And Christmas time.

MY BLOG HAS AN AD. BY GOOGLE. Um, excuse me? Aren't I meant to be paid for that? Anyone else been experiencing this? How do we rid ourselves of such commercialisation? My anti-consumerismness is also on the brink because of Christmas. Hate these over-commercialised holidays. Ugh.

Irony: Today when picking up my little brother from primary school, my mum noticed a dumpster loaded up with perfectly nice, covered, primary school books. She asked my brother's teacher why they were being chucked out; something to do with the Department of Education being stingey and wasteful and not even wanting to give them to charity. So what does Mum do? Jumps into the dumpster and with mine and Tas' help, we load the back of the station wagon up with about 300 books. Yeah, they were in class sets and everything. She rang up this charity place after some Googling and she's going to take it to them where they can send them in Christmas packages for poor kids. If there's too many for that, they can send it to rural Aboriginal communities for the kids there. SEE. That's the real spirit of Christmas people.

Damnwastefulsocietywhodoesn'tgiveashitandjustthrowsoutstuffandthenbuyssomuchunwantedcrapforChristmas.

Yeah. -end rant-

LoL - "poopsi" (Tidbits)

I have a bunch of ideas to write into a blog post but none of them are substantial enough to make a blog post each. Hence, I have a bunch of saved ideas that are not yet published.

IDEA!

I write a blog post that incorporates a lot of mini-thoughts to make it into one decent sized post. :)

1. The Blog Title
As you all know, usually when we write a comment on each other's blogs, or sign in to places there is a word filter to get rid of bots. Usually it's a bunch of random letters but sometimes it makes something quite funny. Like when I commented on erinny's blog post just before and had to type in "poopsi". Teehee. :D Comment if you've ever had a weird combination of letters.

2. ASL
Age Sex Location? How about THE MOST BORING INTERNET CONVERSATION STARTER EVER. I use Omegle occasionally to talk to randoms on the internet (Click Here) and at least 90% start their conversation with "asl?". I can see their point of view, they want to know if they'll have something in common with the other. It's rare for a 12 year old female to have a good conversation with a 40 year old man. *cough* dodgy *cough* But the thing that really bugs me, is being an 18 year old female opens the option for the other (usually male, as Omegle is full of desperate male pathetic weirdos after text sex) to start "hitting" on me. ALL I WANT IS A CONVERSATION. YOU CANNOT FALL IN LOVE OVER OMEGLE. Or have sex for that matter. Dude, it's the internet. Type "boobs" in Google for Christ's sake. I have never ever ever had a good conversation that started with "asl?" before. Except once. If the other person does happen to be male and in the same age range, and doesn't want cyber (yes they're hard to come across), it still makes it awkward. What else do you talk about now that you know (or think you know) the basics of your not-so-mysterious Stranger? I much prefer the random conversations about nothing, where you can slowly ascertain the asl of your Stranger through talking about things (if you want). As for conversational starters, if you asl me, I'm just gonna click that big shiny "DISCONNECT" button. (:

3. Cleaners
I'm referring here to cleaners of public spaces. Like at schools or public toilets inside shopping centres. I really appreciate their work. It's free for me (because I'm not yet a tax payer) and I enjoy the fact that I can have clean hallways/toilets (reasonably) and that I don't have to do it myself. But the thing is, how do I thank them? At school I tried to give them smiles but they bowed their heads like submissive puppies. I don't think I'm above them at all, and I hope other people agree, they're just people doing their job. I feel bad though if I just ignore them or pretend they're not there. Would it be weird for me to wish them a good day? People are so cold and ignorant of each other these days that it's even difficult to say "hello" while walking along the street (except my suburb which is relatively friendly). Add to that my incurable shyness of strangers.

I hope you enjoyed those rants. Feel free to comment. I feel very accomplished to have actually written a decent-sized post. You all know how infrequent I write blog posts, but now I've done 2 in just a week! Yay!

Over and out.
- AwesomeSauce.

Belonging Story - Chinese Restaurant

The woks rattled noisily as the harsh light beat down on Anna’s sweaty neck. She reached up to swat away a fly, and then shoved her hand back into the creamy bubbles of the washing up. Plate after oily plate, she washed, trying not to think of all the unknown objects in the water beneath her hands. An itch was starting to creep its way up her neck but she did her best to ignore it. It was getting worse so eventually she used her teeth to pull off the sticky washing up glove and relieved the scratch. Through the continuous clang of the pots and pans she heard the shrill call of the phone.

“Anna! Phone!” screamed her boss. Although Anna was treated like dirt, she knew the restaurant needed her. Her boss was like a domineering Aunt – she pushed her around, but was still “family”.

Sighing, she yanked off the other glove and half-ran, half-dodged her way through the messy kitchen to the little front desk.

After her chirruped greeting, the customer gave their order which she promised would be ready soon. Just before she could turn back to the kitchen, a gust of wind came in as another customer opened the door. She took his name and money and told him his order would be ready soon. He moved away from the counter, a lonely figure – with his No. 27 order to go – the order of someone with no one to go home to.    

Anna went back to the mundane work of the washing up, periodically returning to answer the phone. Another rush of wind heralded the next customer through open the door. Glancing up distractedly, Anna took the ladies’ name. As she was about to write down something, the sound of an indrawn breath made her look up. The two customers were staring at each other, stunned – their mouths trying to form words and yet failing. Abruptly, the woman pointed her finger accusingly and muttered something, something that sounded like “What!? You? What are you doing here!?”

The little room vibrated with tension as these 2 strangers continued to gulp and gasp like confused fish. Anna looked between the two, seeing the likenesses. The same shape nose and the same green eyes. The woman looked at the man who was slightly shorter, almost accusingly. The man looked back one hand extended, beseechingly. Although Anna needed to get back to the dishes, she couldn’t drag herself away from this fascinating scene.

What was happening? Instinctively she knew it was something big. Something like a reunion? Two lovers finding each other after years apart? Anna could only guess, as she moved around the kitchen and into the restaurant, catching only snatches of their conversation.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Where have I been? I was told…”

Even when both of the orders were ready, they ignored the steaming Chinese food. Anna impatiently motioned for them to leave - they were blocking the door. But they were in a little world of their own, everything else around them forgotten.

Then an idea came to Anna. Picking up their food, she took it to a vacant table, then coming back; she gently led them to Table 6. Sitting them down, she promised to bring them something to drink.

Barely noticing her, they continued their fraught whispers, caught up in each other.

Anna went back to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of red and two glasses. Mentally, she reminded herself to take the cost of the bottle off of her own pay. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She returned to the table with the wine and glasses; the customers were bent closely towards each other, deep in conversation.

She heard only fragments:

 “You never contacted… I felt so alone.”

“I’m so sorry; I just couldn’t work up the courage…”

“I only wanted to understand…”

Anna went back to work, with a warm feeling inside her.

An hour later, it was getting close to the end of Anna’s shift. The man and the woman were still huddled together at Table 6, their take-aways open, and being devoured ravenously. The wine seemed to have brought a happy sparkle to the woman’s eye and a warm glow to the man’s cheek.

 Just as Anna was packing up to leave, she heard a drawn-out sob. Startled, she turned to see them as tears streamed down their faces. Anna stood there, for a moment then they noticed her.

Embarrassed she tried to back away, as the woman muttered her thanks explaining that they were brother and sister and had not seen each other for years. A silly argument had escalated and neither would call to apologise. Both parents and another sibling had died, and each had felt so alone, so isolated…

The woman said all this very quickly, then stopped just as abruptly, embarrassed to be revealing such a personal story to a complete stranger.

Anna just smiled at the two of them and quoted something she’d heard somewhere:

"That's something I've noticed about food: it brings people together.”

The estranged brother and sister laughed and hugged some more.

They left, leaving Anna with the bill for the wine but also a nice tip.

Emailing Teachers!

Now I know we're all super stressed and worried about the upcoming HSC. Our teachers know it too, that's why they haven't complained about my continual filling of their inboxes. Mr. O'C. call them "HSC Panic Questions." But they're so nice about it, they reply within the following 12 hours usually (Mr. O'C. literally replies within 5 minutes). It's not the answering of my questions that make me happy, it's the little personal note each of them adds.

For instance, Mr. O'C. replies on his iPhone, and one night before the Trials, he told me he was cooking. Of course that led me to imagining him standing there with the iPhone in one hand, stirring his meal with the other. It was a sweet imagination.

I'm a little embarrassed about the stress email that I sent my economics teacher, Ms. McG. There isn't even a proper question in it, it's just a ramble about possible essay questions that we might get. But she still sent me a calming email in return. And it made me super jealous too!

You could do either Kirra as they do always word it in that way. I guess you would go with the answer you feel more comfortable with, depending on the actual qu. If you have more stats on China, do that. It all depends on the wording.

Good luck, I'm sure you will do well.
We are in Paris and going to head off to the Eiffel Tower. We have worn our daughter out!

Cheers

Ms M

Ughh. She's a lucky duck.

Anyways, I'm just sitting in bed currently listening to the rain. I woke up over an hour ago but I haven't felt like getting up yet. :p That's 'cause it's Saturday which means another 4 hours of study + chores. =( I'll be so so glad when this is all over, as I'm sure all of you will be too.

Pectus Excavatum

 Some random with Pectus Excavatum

One in 300 people suffer from a chest deformity known as Pectus Excavatum (Latin for hollowed chest) a.k.a. "pigeon chest" or as I call it "concave chest". In 37% of cases an immediate family member (usually a parent) has suffered from it. Mild cases have the only effect of looking odd, while more extreme cases can push around vital organs such as the heart and may cause breathing difficulties etc.

This defect can be worsened by a bad posture and lack of exercise. It can be improved with more exercise such as running, jogging, swimming or yoga. Invasive as well as non-invasive surgical procedures may be carried out to improve the appearance of the chest wall, or to help counteract negative side-effects.

I have had this since I was born and when I was younger it made me look skinnier. As I got older, I became self-conscious about my chest and only wore certain bikinis and never low-cut shirts. It didn't help that I have skinny shoulders and bad posture. However, today I stumbled upon the actual name on the Internet and it made me feel a lot better. I found some exercises I can do to help my condition. It's not something that worries me so much, I just didn't know so many other people had it too. I know everyone is dealt many different cards in life, and this is just what I have. It's not weird or abnormal, it's just something I have to live with and improve myself.

Enjoy the rest of your week. :)

Sometimes the littlest things are the hardest to take, you can sit more comfortably on a mountain than on a tack. It just sucks that we sometimes find that tack unexpectedly on top of the mountain.

Oh, the joy of maths

Today in Maths, Nicole and I made a story up. You know when you write a line each to create a story? Well... we were cut short by the teacher reading it. This is the MILF I'm talking about. She had a strange expression on her face, looked at me and said "Who's Max?"

Have fun laughing at me. Here is the story:
(Nicole's writing in bold, mine is in italics)

Kirra loves Max so much that she can't wait until he comes (that's what she said! - Snowman's input) along to investigate. Scared, she looks around her. Her heart beat Kirra back with a stick so she didn't rush headlong into her mouth. As she peered into the depths, she once again sighed.

Notice Nicole was going for a porno/semiromance and Kirra was going for the crime fic. that THEY HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED ON WRITING.

So just imagine my calm expression as the teacher picks up the story to read (I thought it was innocent! I had no idea Nicole had written such stuff!) and then my horror when she asked who Max was. I read it and hit Nicole (gently) who was laughing til she cried.

Oh well. I hope this entertained some of you. :p

Kirra makes studying [F]or [U] [N]ow!

Just kidding. Studying will never be fun. We all know it derives from the words "student" and "dying".

But anyway. I thought I'd be a typical Proud Member of the Nerd Herd [Snowman reference] and teach you all some EES. Eeeeees! [Unicorn reference]

What was that? You can't wait to learn all about Banded Iron Formations!? Well! Lucky you, you've come to the right girl.

From the Late Archaean to the Early Proterozoic, dissolved iron was present in oceans. This reacted with oxygen from photosynthetic cyanobacteria to form red iron oxide that precipitated into layers on the ocean floor. When all the oxygen had been depleted, iron-poor sediment was deposited on top of it, making a dark grey/black layer (chert). Oxygen did not build up in the atmosphere again until all chemical reactions with dissolved iron in the oceans was complete and then the built up oxygen in the oceans escaped into the atmosphere. The process repeated to form the red and black layers of BIFs. - Written by AwesomeSauce.


Pixture!

I hope you enjoyed that lesson. :) I have also been a nerd because I emailed Mr. O'Connell, to which he replied he was making dinner. Once he had finished eating, he replied back promptly to answer my queries. Alas, his dinner did not turn out as good as expected. Excerpt from his email:

"Kirra Lee,
Dinner done. Tasty not so ... I have made better."


Gotta love emailing teachers the night before exams. ;)

Now for one last quick revision of FAULTS.

HW = Hanging Wall ; FW = Foot Wall


They forgot to put in the arrows! -Gasp- There should be arrows; on the Reverse Fault the arrows should point to the blocks under compression towards one another and for the Normal Fault the blocks are moving apart.

Okay, I hope you enjoyed this (hopefully educational) blog post. :)

I can translate you

Yeah, so on Facebook someone was looking at this site.

Click,

Funny translations. XDD
Anyway, take a look at it.
This is what I got when I typed in the "dirty" part of my crime fic./belonging practice story:

Original text:

"Roughly, he pushed me up against the wall, his hot, wet tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tried to escape, but he was too strong. He whispered sour nothings into my ear and I could feel the passion rising firmly in his jeans."

...50 translations later we get:

"Corner of mouth, tongue, hot and cold around the explosion. Never tried to escape. Countries suffering, without a whisper, and I think my favorite clothes."

... Sounds poetic, does it not!? :3

Untitled - Original Short Story by Kirra

One blind mouse, one blind mouse, see how he runs, see how he runs…

Intuitively, “Uncle” Robert knew that I had arrived. Although he was my dead father’s brother, I never considered him to be family. Beckoning with his index finger, he smiled and patted the bench invitingly. I grimaced and tried to mentally prepare myself for the ordeal. I took some silent deep breaths and ignored the protests that every muscle in my body was screaming. I made myself walk towards him, one step at a time. As I sat down next to him, his hand lightly brushed my shoulder and I shivered involuntarily. I was glad that we were out in a public place.

For hours I sat there beside Robert rigidly. He told me his life stories as I thought about my burning nose. I knew that he invented a large amount of his anecdotes; whether to impress me or to try to warm my icy attitude, I never knew. His efforts were futile. I loathed this man more than anything else in the world.

Eventually he reached out and put his cool, slightly damp palm to my forehead.
“You’re getting burnt. Let’s get out of here.”
My heart sank. There were still two more hours until I was allowed to leave. I suggested that we go to the library but he shook his head adamantly and said we would go back to his place which was only a short walk away.

All too soon, the hated building loomed into view. As Robert fumbled with his keys, I desperately made small-talk in an attempt to distract him. Before I knew it, we were inside his dinghy little apartment. It had a slight odour of urine and dust particles floated in the air like little boats. I wrinkled my nose and suggested coffee, but Robert had different ideas. Roughly, he pushed me up against the wall, his hot, wet tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tried to escape, but he was too strong. He whispered sour nothings into my ear and I could feel the passion rising firmly in his jeans.

I made myself go cold and lifeless like concrete. Numb and unresponding, I switched to autopilot. Off in my own little world, I hardly noticed that Robert was leading me in the direction of the bedroom.

* * *

I woke up afterwards from the disturbing nightmare. As usual, I felt unclean and I needed to clean. Robert was lying naked, smoking and touching himself absentmindedly. He looked like a man satisfied with the cards that life had dealt him. After putting my clothes back on, I mumbled that I was in the kitchen if he needed me.

I greeted the piles of plates, pots and pans with relief. As I scrubbed and wiped, I began to feel calmer. Deep in thought, a silver glint caught my eye and an idea began formulating in my mind. I picked up the carving knife and weighed it. It felt warm, as if it knew its purpose.

Silently, I crept up the hall, one step at a time. I shivered with excitement and anticipation. When I reached the door to his bedroom, I peeked in. He was in the exact same position as I’d left him. He must have heard a rustle because he looked straight at me, unseeing and I thanked the Lord for his blindness. He murmured my name and when he got no answer, shrugged and took another drag of the cigarette. I gave him a few minutes to lie down and close his eyes. I waited until his breathing was deep and measured. I waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, as a predator watches her prey.

* * *

Robert was the disadvantaged taking advantage, the powerless in a position of power. I was, literally, plaything to a blind man. But the tables had turned, and I was finally in control. I walked out of that apartment, never to return. My 16th birthday had turned out quite well.

Did you ever see such a thing… as one blind mouse…

She Blew His Mind - Original Short Story By Kirra

[[  Written mostly in maths. :)  ]]

Two shots of straight vodka. No effects. My sharp eyes had already located her. Short and curvy. Brunette. Tight black top. Mmm. In a minute, she had glanced at me three times. The perfect prey - interested and ready. I wanted her. Her pink lipstick and heavy eyeliner told me that tonight she wanted me too.

Slowly, I made my way over to her. I stood behind her, swaying a little to the beat. Her friend laughed at something she said then looked at me suspiciously. She twisted around and looked up at me. Pleasantries were for losers. I was not a loser. I leaned in close and whispered something into her ear. She giggled and battered her eyelashes. I touched her shoulder and felt her shiver.

She let me lead her to the bar. Good, I’ve never liked dominant women.
“Two martinis. Dry.” I ordered. I looked at my companion. “Olive?”
She licked her and lips and said huskily “Yes please.”
I turned back to her and stared into her eyes. I knew the intensity was a turn-on and she looked down at her hands, smiling a little. I sipped my drink, still staring.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said, still not looking up.
“Does that matter?” I pushed the drink towards her. My voice conveyed my purpose.
She gulped down her martini and hiccupped. Good girl, I thought. She looked up at me hungrily.
“Let’s dance.” I said.

For half an hour we swayed, bumped and grinded. She was so drunk, she let me feel her up. Surprisingly, I was having fun. I constantly reminded myself of my ultimate goal. I had to stay focused.
“I’m getting hot,” she whined.
“I’ve been hot this entire time,” I winked. “Let’s get out of here.”
She knew exactly what I meant. “I only live two blocks away.”
“I’ll drive you there.”

I supported her as she stumbled to my car.
“Wow is that your car?”
I proudly patted my Porsche and nodded.
“No spewing,” I warned as I helped her into the passenger seat. We zoomed off.

Before we had even reached her front door, she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I kissed back. I pushed her up against the door and she groaned a little while fumbling for the key. Finally, the lock clicked, and we stumbled into the entry hall. The passion increased.
“I can blow your mind,” I whispered into her ear.
Boldly, she led me to the bedroom. Good, the fun and games of coffee bore me.
She pointed to the bed and said she would be right back. I assumed she wanted to change into something a little more sensuous. While she was gone, I pulled out the tiny silver killer from my coat pocket. I stroked its lovely curves.

Before I knew it, she was back and she hadn’t dressed up. She was pointing a silver gun right at my face.
“I can blow your mind too.”
The last thing I heard was the shot.

Damn, I should have picked up her friend.

Kirra decides to be a 45 yr old man for a day and this is what happens...

Hi Everyone! Emily and I were being cool and she was showing me this link... which I shall share with you at the end of this post. First though, I have a short story I just made up.

Enjoy!

I was walking along, minding my own business when SUDDENLY a strange urge came over me. I decided I wanted to... BECOME A BIRD. So anyway, I went to the local bookshop and bought "Magic For Dummies". Went home and practiced. It looked easy. I could make coins and handkerchiefs disappear. At the same time... I decided to have some birthday whiskey my mum had given me a few years back. I'd never got around to opening it. I was having such a ball. "Man I feel like a woman" was playing and I turned it up and danced around. I got the book again, opened it to the "animals" page. There was a picture of something that resembled a bird... at least I thought it was..

So I read the magic words.
I said them out loud. I mighta slurred a bit, but it seemed perfectly fine.
Then, when done, I stumbled to bed.

The next day... I woke up feeling strange.. I walked slowly to the mirror. At least I think I walked...
There .. staring back at me
was a huge.. shiny...


GOLDEN ASS!

Click here for Kirra's inspiration!

Teh future

How scary is it, guys? Uni.. or college... or TAFE.. work... INTERVIEWS.
Scary scary.
Click here for something funny. XD
Lol. I was looking thru uni stuff the other day. It's all a little bit daunting. =/ So scared.

Btw, sorry that I'm such a bad blogger. I just cannot be bothered to write a lot about one subject lol. That's why I've got about 10 blog-drafts saved. But I'll go ahead and publish this. (:
And later I want to write a crime fiction story, so that may well go up on my other blog (if I like it).

Goodbye.

Birthdays

 (On the left) my lil sis is growing up

Hello avid fans, readers, friends. And weirdos who have just stumbled upon this blog.

Sorry to you all that I have not written a post in AGES. My best excuse is that I get too sidetracked/can't think of anything interesting to write/can't be bothered. XD So.. really I have no excuse. If you take into account the ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE, a few weeks is really nothing. (It's all relative, Jennifer!) =) So no complaints!

Today is my sister's 15th birthday. I still feel like I'm 15... yet I'm nearing the end of my childhood. Only 18 in a couple of weeks... There are many birthdays around the June period... I wonder why that is? *Calculates back 9 months*... September. Well, I suppose because it's Springtime in Australia, people feel all loved up. Haha, isn't this funny: My birthday is on the 11th of July and 9 months before... is October. On the tenth is my parents' wedding anniversary. XD Makes sense, I guess.

I digress!

But never mind, as this post never really had a purpose except to keep my millions of readers happy. *Sarcasm* Maybe when I'm rich / famous / dead&rich&famous all these blog posts will become worth something. The key to the inner workings of Kirra The _______ (whatever I become rich/famous for) mind.

I've been working on stuff for both Adina and Nicole's birthdays. Starting to look up for McCauley's birthday! I gave Adina this cute shiny mouse that she can use for her laptop. =) Apparently there are only 500 or so in the world. Can't write what I'm giving Nicole or McCauley yet in case they read this blog... Although Max is much more likely to read this. ^^

I have not yet started Ext. 1 Assessment! *Mini-panic* Tomorrow is geography. That won't be too hard. No short answer. =)

Now i'm sure this wasn't really THAT interesting.. but I tried!

<3 and an 'xyz' which I use instead of 'xox' cos I'm weird, lol).

I'm a ninja

I'm sure you're all looking doubtfully at the heading of this blog post, but I've come to the decision to share my secret.

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Did you see that?
No?

Exactly.
Ninja.

PAUSE

Hey, so as all you fellow CommunityChannel fans will know, Nat Tran has put up another vidya. It is about .. well, her usual weirdness - shitty clipart. Link here. 

Anyway, as I was watching, there's this bit in it with a girl who's making a seductive/revealing/whatever pose, which looks kinda suss when I'm just watching it with my headphones in. Di was next to me, but she understood what the vidya was about. So Dad comes in and I quickly pause and close the screen, but he caught a glimpse and gave me a very ..umm.. worried look "What was all that about?" "Nothing." At least Adina was there to help back me up, haha.

But isn't it annoying when you're watching something - whether a video or a movie, and you have to pause it at an awkward moment. People might be engaging in sex or something. And then your parents/friend/sibling is like "What are you watching?..." with a dodgy look. 

Haha, maybe it's just me, but that ALWAYS happens. You try to explain, and it just digs a hole. I've gotten so OCD about my screen, that I usually minimise everything when someone walks in. So now everyone thinks I've got something to hide...

If my family were completely computer-savvy and knew my password, they would be able to see how weird my history is... I swear I didn't look up half the stuff that's there...

Anyway, I'm working again tonight. I hope everyone's enjoying their long weekend! :)

[You will only understand why I put lame clipart here if you watch Nat's video.]

Honesty

Honestly, I think it's time I wrote a new blog post.

Honestly, I need to do something about those 5-10 blog post drafts that are just sitting there, waiting to be finished.

Honestly, I think I should do my English essay.

Instead, I'm here. Talking to you guys. Hi guys! -Engages in waving in mind-

So, today while Nicole and I were being nerds and doing our maths homework in the library at lunch... we noticed a wallet on the table. It belonged to Josh P. It had $55 or so in it. And it was covered by a piece of paper with a crudely drawn monster-like person on it. Nicole and I, as most people SHOULD do, handed it in to the librarian. I hope he got it back.

Which got me thinking (as is usually the case when one starts a blog post... otherwise there would be no words here, would there?)... how many people would have actually picked it up to hand in? There are a few options people could take:

1) Take the money and run.

2) Ignore it / not see it.

3) Hand it in to the librarian.

or

4) Hand it straight back to the owner.

As we are not on talking terms with said person, we just decided it'd be best for the librarians to do it. Anyways, the point is - what if Nicole and I decided not to go do our maths? And some dishonest kid saw it and kept the money? And his wallet happened to fall to the floor... and be kicked under a table? And he never got it back? It also had his P plate license and stuff in it. Maybe he's just lucky. I know I would be SUPER scared if I lost my wallet... I even get a mini-heart-attack if I've THOUGHT I've lost something. Like a pair of sunnies and they end up being on my head... Lol.

(I actually did lose my sunnies when we went to the Gold Coast at the start of the year. At one of the theme parks. Sadface.)

Anyway. Hope you enjoyed. I'm gonna work out how to attach a photo 'cos everyone else puts photos on theirs and I wanna be cool like that. And make this prettyyy. :D

Have a great day! <3

Oh so quotable

"But Thomas' poems just flows, like the contours of a woman's body, like tears down a grown man's cheeks, like sweet music and straight vodka shots down your throat. It just melts you, it's that beautiful."

My friend, Snowman, writes beautifully. I suppose it stems from the fact that she reads so much, discusses her thoughts, and researches. She is an intellectual.

Also, apologies to Unicorn for the "waiting" post. i wrote it and then thought that somehow it seemed familiar. I thought no more of it til your comment and then I realised... I apologise for that.

This post is a bunch of nothing. I'm just avoiding English homework right now. J's quote was so quotable, I just wanted to get it down here. Even if half my readers read her blog. :P

Oh, and everyone should e-mail Snowman more !!!

Haha. I always wanted a penpal. When I was young, I had a few. There was something incredibly fun about getting mail, all those words put together by someone just for me... I had a penpal from Africa (she was a second cousin thrice removed or something) and a few "keypals" before the invention of MSN. Fun times.

I almost had another "keypal" who I started emailing to, but he only replied once. Ah well. People are busy I guess.

I do know that I'm expecting two things in the mail soon... a package from Kylie and a letter from McCauley (once he finishes it, that is).

Time to hop, skip, jump to .... ENGLISH!

Life is just one big waiting room...

... a quote my grandmother continually says, every time we're stuck waiting for something. But there is an element of truth in it. We're always waiting for the next adventure, the next hurdle, the next mistake, the next happiness.

Or in my case, you could just be waiting for your turn in the shower. Haha.

When are we going to actually enjoy the present? We want to get through school because we're sick of being told what to do by teachers and parents. Once we're on our own, we want to get a better job, we wait for a big promotion. We wait for our hearts to be broken, just to wait for "The One" to come along. We count down to Christmasses, birthdays (although, probably a lot less once you've past the age of 25), holidays, reunions.

Then once we've got our dream house, the kids have moved out, we've retired on a nice sum of money,  take a look in the mirror and suddenly your face is nothing but papery wrinkles and you think "Where has my life gone?"

That is the time when the only thing left waiting for is the inevitable knock of Death on the door.

Wow it's so long...

Best quotes of the week:

"We're Number One in the Number Two business." - on the back of a waste truck.

"After all, it's no fun living off baked beans while trying to get rich." - Investing Without Fear (article by Helen C-K)

"Most of the time in our world, truth is just opinion." - Anil's Ghost (book by Michael O)

"Once, a love-struck couple got their braces stuck together and they had to call in the SES." - Prelude to a Miss (article by Justin H.)

Now for ramble.

I've realised that when I press "Enter" on this it doesn't go to the next line, it just creates room at the bottom. Why? How can I rectify this problem?

Next. As my St Ives High buddies (as well as anyone in year 12 in Australia) will know, we're getting results back this week. I've decided to stop caring so much about the HSC as my wonderful Economics teacher reminded us, it is indeed not the end of the world. You still wake up the morning after.
I've also realised that it's impossible for everyone to be good at everything. I know this seems obvious, but coming from someone who can study for hours and hours for maths then STILL fail, I have to realise that no-one's brain works the same way. Some people are really good at maths - they have the logical thinking and photographic memory required. Some, like me, won't ever be able to grasp that skill. I've also realised that some people are naturally gifted at English. They write so fluently and effortlessly. I know many people will agree it's great to read a well-written and interesting story, or watch a movie with good dialogue and an awesome storyline.
Anyway, all that doesn't really have to do with anything but I just felt like writing. =) I also notice that randomly in the middle of the day I will think of something to write about on my blog.. but I won't have the capabilities (such as being stuck at school) to go and write a post, or I may not have the right frame of mind for writing.
---- Don't you just love those moments when you have a creative inspiration and also the needed level of effort to form a masterpiece? They're so rare for me. Ah well, I'll always enjoy reading the creations of other people.

In conclusion, there is no conclusion.

I like new stuffs

Todayyyyy.

I gots a new USB flashdrive. Amazing, 5 years ago a USB twice the size, twice as ugly, with a quarter of the space cost 4 times the price that this one costs. 

I also gots a new headphone and mic set. My daddy (who bought it for me <3) says I look like a pilot. XD It's sexy. Music and shiz sounds FANTASTIC through it. Even the songs I hate sound awesome. I can't even hear myself type when music is playing. I'm in my own little world. =)

Firefox updated to a new version. Now we can have pretty background "personas". I has a sea turtle! It looks pretttyyyyyy cool. 

Kirra thinks more people should update their blogs so she can continue stalking your lives. =)

Much love. xoxoxox

MWC

Out of everyone I've met this year, you've made the biggest impact on me and my life. You're one of the most genuine, kindest people I know. You listen to what I have to say and you're a great conversationalist. We can talk for hours about nothing and everything, and I still enjoy every moment of it. Even just staring at you (watching Youtube) or listening to you ramble on is the best part of my day. Your smile could light up a room, and it's easy to bring it to mind now. You're funny and a lot of fun, but you know when to be serious. You're nice and awesome in all the best ways. You deserve a good, happy life, and I want you to know that I appreciate you and your friendship more than words can say. I hope that I know you for a very long time, as I couldn't imagine life without you in it anymore.

The poor sods who bought this book.

Sometimes I think the life of a hermit would be good. No stress, only yourself to think about, and none of the daily whinges and teen angst and problems that come with being a human with human friends and family. I suppose it would be sad though, only a dog or a fish or maybe a tree to talk to.

If you're super bored there's always Solitaire. Or you could try cooking yourself all these dishes.

Saddest Book Ever

Hey look, Jennifer. I started a blog!

It took me three tries to get past the word-coding thing. You know, they make the shape of the words rather difficult to decipher sometimes.

Plans change very fast. Today, Nicole was going to come over, but she rang me up to say she was sick. So here I am, instead, rambling on. =D

McCauley's booked his ticket to come to Australia. If you care enough about me you'd already know this.

Yesterday I took a driving lesson. I love the fact that each hour is timesed by three now. My instructor, Rob, always goes over time, so I've jumped up to about 83 hours now!!

I always have these nightmares in the holidays that school is starting again soon. I even have it on the last day of the holidays... But eh, we're still not halfway through. I've enjoyed it, mostly, so far.

"If you look like your passport photo, in all probability you need the journey."
Earl Wilson