Tuesday, December 22

Merry Christmas

Okay, so I'm going away over Christmas and I'm assuming this is going to be the last time I can post until after New Year's so I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Have a great holiday and stay safe! I'll see you all next year! 2010!

Monday, December 21

I don't smoke. There are cooler ways to die.

Ergh! I hate smokers! Expecially ones who don't respect other people who don't smoke.
The smell of cigerette smoke makes me sick. It makes me pale and dizzy and sick on the stomach and people around me ask me if I'm still alive. I do not like it when people smoke!
My friend is a smoker, but he respects the way I feel about it and always asks me first before he lights up. And I make him stand down wind.
But his friend is a smoker too and today I don't think I once saw her without a cigerette in her mouth. Seriously, if she was on top of that mountain from Lord of the Flies instead of the fire the kids would have been rescued straight away. She never let the smoke go out.
And she smoked in the car. And she ignored the fact that I didn't like it and that I was practically unconcious in the back of the car.
I have never met this girl before today but because of her smoking habits there is no way I can force myself to like her. (Also, she took the front seat when I had clearly called shotgun).
Smokers can kill themselves whatever way they want too, but they don't have too take me with them.

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Saturday, December 19


So I'm agnostic.
I guess it's weird that I have such a hard time believing in god when I believe in things like the BFG and Neverland. It's not that I don't believe in god but personally I feel a little envious of people who put all their faith into him. I'd love to have that kind of trust. But I suck at trusting anything.
I feel like god as foresaken me anyway. He has given me no reason to believe in him. When he gives me a miricle I'll give him my faith. I know, I'm an evil cynic for asking for that.
I don't know why fiction is different for me. But Peter Pan just hasn't gotten around to finding me yet, that's all. And so what if the majority of my dreams are nightmares, I still have some good ones, and these are blissful gifts from the BFG. It's because of one of the dreams he gave me that I now believe in fairy princes.
I guess I'm a bit of a sook. Believing in something I know is not true rather than putting my faith in something that may exist and thinking that it has forsaken me.
Anyways, the only thing worse to discuss than religion is politics and the weather, so I might talk about them next time.

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Friday, December 18


I feel like answering questions, so here:
1. If you had wings, what would they look like?
Paper wings with large tan-coloured feathers filled with dust
2. Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Dan Bergstein, I just finished reading his latest Twilight blog.
3. The last text you received?
From my brother saying "No"
4. What are you listening to right now and does it remind you of anything?
Injection by Rise Against. And it is reminding me that I AM GOING TO SEE RISE AGAINST IN JANUARY!!!
5. Where do you want to live?
In the house from Ladies in Lavender, or at least at the same location.
6. Two words to explain the last time you threw up:
Roast Dinner
7. Have you ever cleaned up someone elses vomit?
Nope, just someone elses poop. It's fun working at McDonalds!
8. Are you Harold Holt?
No. No I am not. Cease your investigation and do not look into it any further (if you know what's good for you.)
9. If you were in a Zompocolypse and only had one object with you what would it be?
An MC Hammer CD! Or perhaps a dictionary.
10. Would Superman still beat Luke Skywalker if Luke had two lightsabers?
Only Kryptonite can beat Superman so Luke's lightsabers have nothing. But then again, Superman is a bit of a loser...
11. What's your funeral song?
"There will be No Violins when You Die" by I Killed the Prom Queen. This seems like a weird choice but it is seriously a beautiful song.
12. I'm made of wax, Larry. What are you made of?
Airport tags
13. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
That depends whether a female woodchuck is watching and if he is trying to impress her
14. If you were in a horror movie you would:
Be the little nerdy guy who doesn't want to be there and dies right at the end saving the hero and heroine.
15. The greatest risk you ever took:
Taking the red pill
16. What's your most overused word/saying?
Dodgy. No question there. But awesome comes in second.
17. Why were you late?
Sorry, I got lost on the road of life
18. What is the closest orange object to you?
An Andy Warhol postcard
19. Favourite smell?
The dusty rain smell. Nothing smells better than rain
20. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity?
Once I was told I sort of look like Axle Rose. Not happy.
21. What are you afraid of?
I have a serious phobia of wrists. Yes, wrists, so please don't shove them in my face or touch my wrists or I will probably cry. Other than that, it's life that scares me to death.
22. Does anyone you know want to date you?
Yes. And so you know, there is nothing romantic about being asked out over Facebook chat. Dude, I believe in old fashioned courtship.
23. I say shotgun you say:
"Shotgu- fuck." Then I drop my pants and say "I challenge you."
24. What do you do during a thunderstorm?
Dance in it. Preferably to Dancing for Rain by Rise Against
Anyway, feel free to ask your own questions. Laura had a cool program thing when she did questions but I'm not that technoliterate. Also, feel free to answer some of these questions. Whatever.

Wednesday, December 16


Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
I found this quote by Arnold Lobel (if anyone can tell me who he is I'll appreciate it. Hey, Chairman, Wiki it) and I thought it would probably apply to most of us here. Especially me. Even though I'm female and do not have any facial hair. I repeat, I DO NOT have any facial hair.
Ah hem.
Anyways, goodnight everyone.

I'm gonna sound like a bitch, but I want to rant.

So after working eight ours I'm welcomed home by people taking my M & M's.
No one cared that it is massively hot outside, nor that I just cycled 4km up hill in it to get home (and these are not small hills). No one cared how busy it was at work tonight and how rushed of my feet I was.
The first think mum asked me when I got home was how did my friends go at their HSC. No "how was work?" or "did you have a good day".
Yeah, that's the other thing, I got my High School Certificate results today. Everyone keeps telling me I went well and yeah, I did better in maths and chemistry than I expected I would but I still would have like to have done better. My best subject was a band 5 in Ancient History (band 6 is the highest) and I like that but I would have loved to have gotten a band 6, just so I could rub it in the face of that teacher who said, "you're the only hope I have of getting a band 6 student" to another student in front of the rest of the class.
Ah, I'll get over it. Sorry, Chairman and O'Malley for being cranky at you.

Monday, December 7


One of the things I love about working part time at MacDonald's is the ambient soundtrack. One of the things that scares me about working part time at MacDonald's is that I'm now aware that I have the majority of the Maccas soundtrack on my iPod.
But truthfully, our local MacDonald's does have one of the greatest play lists I've ever heard in a store.
If you come here you will sing at least part of one song. And truth be told, the managers and crew members are always bursting out into song. Although, I am yet to find one of us who can actually sing well.
The other day a customer and I broke out in a duet to the Police which was a really cool moment, actually. Even if it wasn't quite Food Court Musical.
The awesome soundtrack is pretty much made up of those songs you love to sing along to but may not be exactly willing to admit that you like. You know, like ABBA. I sing along to lots of bands like Queen, INXS and the Eurythmics, and of course killer songs like Don't Call Me Baby (I sadly know all the words). Nine to Five used to play a lot but the soundtrack has been changes since then. It was an unofficial rule that if you were working nine to five you had to sing along (and if you were working 5 to 9 you had to sing it backwards).
The Eurythmics are my favourite. When your mopping in the bathrooms you can't help but belt out a couple of lines to Would I Lie to You?
Are there any killer songs at your local fast food joint that make you jump up, dance and sing?

Wednesday, December 2

An Introduction to my Manga Obsession

So I'm a nerd. I know I'm nerd. Everyone knows I'm a nerd. But if I was to be placed into a stereotype for which kind of nerd I am, things get a little bit more complicated.
I'm an English Nerd. I love literature. I love writing. And I love correcting peoples grammar (but I'm really hypocritical when it comes to this). I'm the school's Grammar Nazi.

I'm a comic book geek. DC pwns Marvel. V for Vendetta is a great piece of modern literature. The Flash is just awesome. Batman too. Ask me a superhero question and it likely I'll know the answer, especially if it's about my fave's. But don't get me wrong. I don't actually read that many comics, I can't, I'm stuck in a small town without any comic book stores (sob). I just know a lot about superheroes.

I may not exactly be a gaming nerd, but I can certainly hold my own against a few of them. Sorry au7is7ic r4bbi but you just got pwnd by Spawn Camper! (Yeah... that's my Team Fortress name...)

I'm a manga nerd. Well, truthfully, I don't think I'm that much of a manga nerd, I just read a fair bit of it. Although my frienemy argues otherwise (it's so funny that I have a love-hate relationship with this dude and my brother has a love-hate relationship with his sister).

So because I'm one of the only manga readers in this one horse town and thus an expert/nerd about the topic and because I want to spread my nerdy manga-loving joy here is a "guide" to the manga I read.


Naruto is the number 1 manga on the One Manga site, where I read my manga. (I said manga three times in one sentence. Impressed?). Twelve years before the series starts the nine-tailed Demon fox, the Kyuubi, attacks Konoha, the hidden leaf village. This is a massive fox, by the way, about as big as the city itself (Konoha is more of a city than a village, despite its name). To stop the demon fox from destroying the town the leader of the village, the fourth Hokage, sacrifices his life to seal the Kyuubi inside a new born baby. This baby is the titular character, Naruto Uzumaki.

I do love reading Naruto. It was the first manga I read because I got sick of only seeing repeats of the Naruto anime. Personally I much prefer the manga; no filler arcs. To put it simply, Naruto is about ninjas. To put it just as simply, it's about a boy with a fox inside him that dreams of becoming the next hokage, wants to save his friend, and says "believe it" too much through the first season. But saying that doesn't really sell the series, does it?

Naruto has action, adventure, drama and humor. It's plot is pretty good. You can tell a lot of thought has gone into it. My one problem is that often the arcs get repetitive. A person fights Naruto. That Person has a sad story. That sad story echoes that of Naruto. The person is inspired by Naruto and with their last ounce of strength redeems themself. Even though this repetitiveness annoys the hell out of me, Masashi Kishimoto still make each story interesting.
I love Naruto and I can't wait for it's release every week. I suggest it as the manga to start with, if you haven't read any before. After all it is One Manga's number 1 manga.

Bleach is the number 2 manga on the One Manga site. I'm not really sure why this series is called Bleach but I think it has something to do with everyone accusing the main character, Ichigo Kurosaki, of having bleached his hair. But this only happens something like twice and is not at all relevant to the plot, so I'm still unsure.

Ichigo has always been able to see ghosts but things only become interesting when he encounters Rukia Kuchiki, a shinigami (god of death or soul reaper). Through a shocking twist of events Ichigo becomes a shinigami himself. It becomes Ichigo's job to protect innocents from hollows, evil spirits that prey on humans with psychic energy, and help spirits to find peace.

I don't really know why I still read this, or why I love it so much. The series is sadly lacking plot and is just one action scene after another. I guess that is because it is a shounen manga, that is, for guys, and guys seem to prefer action over plot. Sad, sad, males...
I have seriously lost all respect for Tite Kubo because of his inability to write a plot and his futile attempt to do so that didn't make much sense. I guess I only read it in the hope that something will one day happen. Either way, I still love this series and will continue reading it until the end.

I'm going to suggest you try it, just to see what you think, but it is second best to Naruto and there are other Manga the triumph it for me.

One Piece

One Piece is the number 3 manga on One Manga (seeing a pattern here?). I'm only about 100 issues into this 500+ (and still counting) series. Although I will get back around to reading some more if it and hopefully finishing it.

Monkey D Luffy dreams of being the greatest Pirate in the world and to do so he needs to sail the Grand Line (the most dangerous ocean in the world) and find One Piece the greatest treasure of all time.

As a kid Luffy eats the legendary Gomu Gomu Devil's fruit and becomes able to stretch. Yes, stretch. Just like Mr Incredible (but he is a thousand times cooler than that lame Marvel character). When he is about 16 (I think) he sets out in a little dingy of a pirate ship and does some pretty heroic deeds for a pirate, make enemies with pirates and marines alike. Slowly he puts together an awesome crew and gradually gets large ships.

One Piece is really quite good despite the anime being less than brilliant. The characters are all quite complex and have interesting back stories. Luffy is actually quite a similar character to Naruto but I wouldn't ever compare the two. Luffy is perhaps more interesting to watch than Naruto because he never really does what you would expect.

Keep in mind I am only 100 issues in so I can't give you much here but I will say that I do have Luffy's and Zoro's wanted posters up on my wall so the series must be reasonably good.

Full Metal Alchemist:

Full Metal Alchemist holds fifth place on the One Manga charts (ha! Take that pattern) and it was the third Manga I read because I had a friend tell me how good the anime was. Well, let me tell you now how much the anime sucks. Okay, well I suppose the anime doesn't suck. I just don't like it because it has a different plot to the manga and I hate things that do that. It is like watching a movie based on your favourite book but it leaves out all your favourite scenes and changes the ending. If you want to watch the FMA anime watch Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood which actually follows the plot of the manga.

I'll explain this series to you the same way my friend did to me "It's about alchemists but they're awesome and do cool stuff!". Okay, maybe I should give it to you in more depth.

After Edward and Alphonse Elric fail to uses alchemy to revive their dead mother Ed looses an arm and a leg and Al looses his entire body (but Ed manages to transfer Al's soul into a conveniently placed suit of armour to keep him alive). The series is about their search for the philosophers stone in order to restore their bodies and the conspiracy they uncover on the way.

I know I should try and be more critical in my reviews of these manga, but I wouldn't read them if I didn't love them. So all I can say is how much I love FMA and I will tell you that I do cry every time a character gets hurt. Yes, I'm that pathetic.

Unlike the previous three Manga which come out weekly, FMA is a monthly manga so the issues are longer and the series is shorter. FMA had just reached its climax and is at about at issue 100. My bet is that the serise will end at 110 and everything is so thrilling at the moment I can't wait for each month. You really should get on board this excitement and start reading FMA!


Out of all the manga I read, Claymore is probably my least favourite. While the cast of Claymore is almost entirely strong female characters it is most obviously a shounen series. You can easily tell that it is aimed at a teenage male audience through the partial nudity that gets worse as the series progresses (particually that scene with Raffaela and her sister. I mean, what the hell?).

Maybe that is the reason I don't like this series as much as the others. Cause I'm a girl and I find that a little offensive.

Anyway, Claymore is ranked number 12 on One Manga and it is centred around Claire a member of an organisation made entirely out of women called claymore after the swords they use. Claymore are half human-half Yoma (demon) and it is their job it kill Yoma, who feed on humans but cannot be detected by them.

I don't suggest Claymore as highly as I do the others on my list but it is still a good series. But if you like fantasy than maybe its a good one to check out.

Skip Beat:

Skip Beat is the only Shoujo manga that I read (that is, manga aimed at teenage girls) and I absolutly adore it! It is cute and quirky. It's fun and heart warming. You're either laughing at Kyoko's antics or crying over Ren's heartache (or flipping off Shou).

Skip Beat is number 13 on the One Manga charts and the number 2 Shoujo. Although until recently it was number 1 and still should be. It was unfairly over taken by Vampire Knights because vampires are all the rage now, thanks to S. Meyers. I have read some Vampire Knights and I can tell you it is no where near as good as Skip Beat.

No matter how I explain Skip Beat it comes across sounding lame, but trust me, it is a must read for girls (guys, not so much). It is about Kyoko Mogami who tavels to Tokyo to support the guy she loves, Shou, as he becomes a music idol. But when Shou becomes famous he ditches her and she finds out that he only ever thought of her as a maid anyway. Kyoko decides to get her revenge by becoming a bigger celebrity than him and has everyone fall in love with her on the way up.

Skip beat is on a fortnightly release but it scarily hasn't beein released in the past month and I'm really beginning to panic. Seriously, the cliff hanger it is on is seriously going to kill me.

I hope I have convinced at least one of you to read Skip Beat because you really should. When my friend suggested it to me I was really sceptical, but once I started I couldn't stop and I totally fell in love.

In case I have convinced you to read it I just want to warn you, Yukihito Yashiro is all mine.

Death Note:

Now, if you thought I was enthusiastic about Skip Beat that was nothing compared to Death Note. Death Note is the greatest manga of all time and shoud be number 1 (not all the way down at 62). Death Note is a fairly old series now, and the only one I have read that has actually finished (I blame this as the reason it's rating has dropped so low).

Death Note is about Yagami Light, the number 1 student in Japan, who finds the Death Note. When a persons name is written in this book they die and Light aspires to use this power to ride the world of evil and create a utopian world with him as the god. Thus Light takes on the alias of Kira (killer) and begins using the Death Note to rid the world of crime. The legendary detective, L, is enlisted to try and track down and it becomes an awesome game of cat and mouse as each side try and take the other out.

This is a really dark series and most of the characters scare the hell out of me (except Misa and Matsuda) even L and Near. Expectally Near, actually. Any 16-year-old that plays with toys like him should be feared. Light is probably the most terrifying character in manga.

Even so, I love the characters. L is mysterious and cute and awesome. Matt may be in only 12 frames through out the entire series but has more fan girls than most characters in other manga. And Mello may look like a girl but he is the hottest thing on the planet. (I love Mello!).

You seriously need to read Death Note. Seriously. I mean, you could try the anime, but Light looks like he's having sex eveytime he writes in the death note in the anime so really, try the manga. Really, read Death Note.

So, that's my say on manga. I hope at least one of you got something out of it and that at least one of you is about to go read Skip Beat and Death Note and hopefully one or two of the others as well.

I'm sorry this was so long, but I'm a major manga fan and once I started I couldn't stop. Please go read something and tell me what you think. xxx

Monday, November 30

NaNoWriMo Winner and Very Mild Super Powers

YES!!50 000 words have now been written and Scott, I have finally joined you!
All month people have been asking my why I was crazy enough to try and write 50 000 words in a month and, well, this feeling I have now is what made it totally worth it. Who would have thought that 50 000 words of pure torture would wind up being the worlds best drug? What can I say? I'm a masochist.
Although, even though I have now finished NaNoWriMo the stupid book is no where near finished. But don't worry, once I'm done and have edited it it would probably have been cut back down to something like 20 000.
Even so, after a full month of writing I think I'll be concentrating on other things for a while. I want to read more Skip Beat and One Piece and there are thousands of novels I want to read. I've finally started to read Lord of the Flies. And my friends have been bugging me to write the second issue of my comic, "Very Mild Super Powers".
I wrote the first one for an English assignment about belonging so the characters are all based on my friends and me. My character is Lorizzle (that's my brother's nickname for me) and my very mild super power is the ability to tell when someone is lying. Unfortunatly I don't understand sarcasm and am pretty much the dumb one in the group. Well we and Little Willy. He can secrete moisturiser from his pours.
The other characters include Ben Boy, who can shoot C-grade lazers out of his eyes, Pieman, who knows how things work, Bookman can read books through osmosis, Riksta, who can talk her way out of things, Kon, who can turn invisible when no one is looking, Confusious, who can confuse anyone, Court, who can turn hot things cold and is the only member of the tean who can swim, and Davetron who can sharpen objects with his mind.
I'm thinking of posting the first issue of the comic but I'm not sure how well it would work out.
Anyway, I'm really just rambling now so, Good day. I plan on going and buying Rise Against tickets for February.

Monday, November 23

The Daughter of...?

I finally got around to reading Percy Jackson and I don't care if it's a kids book, I love kids books. Having been banned from reading books of my own choosing for about a year and only reading Great Expectations and Virginia Woolf it was a great relief and an awesomely fun time to read something so fun and easy.
In case you don't know what Percy Jackson is about I'm sure you want a summery or something but I really can't be bothered doing a good job so instead you get this:
Percy Jackson is this dyslexic ADHD twelve year old (so he's like my Legal Studies teacher crossed with that kid in year 8 except more interesting and less sleazy (I slapped that kid once. He was cruisin' for a bruisin' with those lines)). Some things go down and Percy finds out he's half Greek God (a half blood). Then things get awesome and he goes on a quest but I'm not going to tell you about it because that would spoil the book for you and I seriously couldn't be bothered.
Okay, well, moving on from my dodgy blurb that more described the crumminess of my school than the book.
Up until year 10 when I became intrigued in modern war history I was fascinated with Ancient mythology and I would still be able to retell any myth for you. The Dictionary of Greek Mythology was my most read book until I devastatingly lost it.
I loved reading Percy Jackson and revisiting my mythologically fascinated youth. It was packed full of mythological references which I was excited to find were pretty much accurate (except the author used the Roman Hercules), and I was thrilled by the references to my favourite myths.
(Just so you know, my top favourite myths are unfortunately all love stories: Eros and Psyche comes in as number 1, followed by Hero and Leander, Echo and Narcissus, then probably Persephone)
Anyways, I'll get to the point now (if I can remember what that was). So, this book got me wondering, if I was half blood which Greek god would I have as my parent?
My first thought was Artemis because she's my favourite goddess but the whole chastity thing could make things awkward.
Next I thought Hera. One day, I decided, Hera will want to give Zeus a taste of his own medicine and I want to be the product of that. (Is that a weird thing to want?)
Otherwise I would probably choose a minor god. I just don't really feel like Big 12 material. So, because it's my favourite myth, I want to be the daughter of Eros and Psyche. Psyche's a human so I'd still be half blood. I also like this idea because it would be absolutely awesome to call Aphrodite grandma.
So that settled it. I'm the daughter of Eros, grandkid of Aphrodite.
I realise this post was pretty much one big ramble but if you made it through it, who would you be the kid of? Which god is your parent?

Thursday, November 19

Smooth Nerds

So I love nerdy pick up lines. I love them. I tend to write them everywhere, on forums, in random places (they make the best graffiti!), but I realised I haven't written any here yet. So here are a few:

  • Would you mind if I gravitated towards your events horizon?
  • You must be a biochemist; I could feel my dopamine levels rise from across the room
  • Baby, I may be no geologist, but I know how to make your bed rock!
  • With those harmonic curves I can see some serious vibrations between us
  • If I were sin^2x and you were cos^2x we could be 1

And now some of my favourites:

  • If you were a phaser you'd be set on stunning
  • C'mon baby, light my Bunsen!
  • Are you doctor Who cause I want to go for a rise in your tardis

And the greatest pick up line of all time:

  • If I were an enzyme I'd be DNA Helicase so I could unzip your genes

Have you got any pick up lines in your arsenal or have you had any good ones used on you?

Monday, November 16

Zombie Contingency Plan

My younger brother is probably one of the world's number one Zombie experts. I say this because he has already drawn up a Zombie contingency plan, which is actually pretty good and has had a lot of thought put into it. While I am seriously concerned about his growing paranoia, when the zombies do come (which he promises me, will happen) I will be prepared and may survive (I say may because the cocky always die first). Or at least, I may survive until the second decimation, that is, when I will probably end up committing suicide.

So for those of you who wish to live when the zombies come here is a brief summery of his Zompocolypse Survival Plan 0.1 (he refuses to let me release his updated 2.0 version because "an influx of people tagging along could be the doom of us all")
Before we begin I should point out my brother uses a lot of slang for the zombies, this may include Z's, Zed Heads and Zacks

This is only a brief summary, the full Contingency Plan (involving plans for
multiple types of zombies, maps, where to find weapons, supplies caches etc) is
still in development.

The Zombies: This initial part of the contingency plan is dealing with typical shambling zombies, probably the ones depicted by Max Brookes or George A. Romero (minus the intelligent one). Further Contingency Plans will be made to deal with fast, rabid, smart, return-of-the-living-dead zombies. We shall also assume that due to the geopolitical environment the zombies have amassed into numbers significant enough to threaten humanity.

Weapons: Our main weapon will be the Steyr-AUG; all of us having the same weapon will make it far easier to supply the correct ammunition in quantity. We also want a uniform pistol. A friend suggests the Five-Seven for the high number of rounds it can hold, its armour piercing rounds (which probably won’t be that useful unless we encounter other survivors or armoured Z’s), it is not that common in Australia but is used in quantity in the U.S. and other parts of the world, it is also ambidextrous [I'm left handed, so this comment by my brother is directed at me.] We also want at least one Sniper Rifle to thin the ranks of incoming Zed Heads, The Steyr-AUG can potentially fill this role however. At least one shotgun for close quarters combat. I haven’t researched shotguns so I’m not sure what will be the best(auto-shot guns are n00b c4nnon5 but will they expend to much ammo to quickly, what is their availability) I have decided an RPG will be to cumbersome and dangerous in the hands of an untrained civilian and have thrown that idea out of the window. However, the Steyr-AUG can be equipped with a grenade launcher. I will need to debate upon the usefulness and dangers of this. The weapons we’ll have to use before we can get our hands on these will have to be civilian owned hunting rifles. It is also relatively easy to make your own basic firearms out of household materials (yes, there are guides on the Internet).

Plan: So far we seem to have two main plans. One, go a near by army base and pray to God that the government is smart enough to turn it into a refugee camp but dumb enough not to initiate some form of the Redeker Plan*. The second is barricading us in a pool, filling it with supplies and electrifying the fence. This doesn’t need to be a pool. An electric fence around a two story house with stairs destroyed and an attic stocked full of supplies. The main danger there is accidentally causing a fire. We’ll need a generator, a massive rain tank, a vegetable garden (hopefully) and solar panels. It is important that we have stashes of food already at our safe-house as rioting and looting will quickly destroy shopping centres and they will be raided of all food they contain.

* Redeker Plan: A theoretical plan where the government sets up designated refugee zones with only basic military protection to divert, slow down or distract Zack while the main military can set up base and prepare to counter-attack. It is likely that a significant amount of the designated refugee zones will be overrun and the inhabitants killed.

Notes: It is general consensus by the Zombie Survival community that the main dangers, in order from most dangerous to least are:
1. Other Survivors
2. Lack of Water
3. Lack of Food
4. Zombies
So don’t hesitate to shoot, even if you can’t tell if it’s already dead. Also, those who have read this and laughed, “Ha, zombies, yeah right!” I’d like to bring up a true story:
Hurricane Katrina ravaged Louisiana, killing 1577 people. Bridges were destroyed, nearly one million people were left powerless. Many people were stranded in the city or caught in traffic. Petrol stations were running out of fuel and so were cars. Some people had decided to seek refuge inside the Superdome with hundreds of other refugees. The situation inside the building was described as “chaotic; reports of rampant drug use, fights, rape, and filthy living conditions were widespread. At the time, as many as 100 were reported to have died in the Superdome, with most deaths resulting from heat exhaustion, but other reported incidents included an accused rapist who was beaten to death by a crowd and an apparent suicide”. And then there was a group of 13 Zombie Survivalists who were way out in front of the crowds, safe and sound from the Hurricane, sleeping quietly in their designated safe-house.

See my brother's true story, that just proves he's paranoid. But either way, lets be prepared for when the zombies come.

Thursday, November 5

Rise Against Fantasies

I was listening to Rise Against while studying and had to turn if off because I kept getting distracted by jumping out of my chair and singing and dancing to songs like Six Way's 'til Sunday, Ready to Fall, Savior, Black Masks and Gasoline, Paper Wings and the Good Left Undone.
Anyway, it got me thinking. I'm not one to cave to peer pressure but I've always said to my brother that if Rise against came to my door and asked me to become a vegan, I would. If Rise Against came to my window and serenaded me about becoming a vegan than I certainly would. It's similar to how I'm straight edge, I've always sort of planned of staying straight edge, and I enjoy being straight edge. But when I discovered that Rise Against were straight edge it really motivated me to stay straight edge.
Anyway, this sort of got me fantasising. How doesn't imaging your favourite band serenading you not make you fantasise?
My fantasy pretty much involves Rise Against coming to my window and serenading me about become a vegan and then, when I agree, we fly to the coast in a hot air balloon while they play more songs for me and then we walk along the beach barefoot eating chips.
Is anyone else willing to admit absolutely ridiculous fantasies?

Wednesday, November 4


Well. I only have one exam left. Extension History. Its been tough. Expectially when the clock stopped during my Modern history exam. But so far I've made it through, and I don't really care what happens to me afterwards. As long as I'm surviving, I'm okay.
You may have noticed my banner to the left: "NaNoWriMo participant"
Well, this November (so right now) I'm participating in the National Novel Writers Month where I have to write a 50 000 word novel by the end of November. I'm not really able to start until after my exams end on the sixth but I'm still attempting it. It's good motivation to finish something I write for once.
I might post some of it here, or start another blog for it, where you can read it. I enjoy constructive criticism and all that nonsense.
...I just lost my tissue and I have hayfever...
Alright, that's better. I'm feeling really positive about NaNo so I'm hoping to convince some people to join, even if its a bit late. But there's always next year!
Anyway, that's the end of this. Let's Write!

Thursday, October 29

Blood red, white and blue

Would God bless the murder of the innocents?
Would God bless a war based on Pride?
Would God bless a money-hungry government?
Would god bless our inefficent court systems?
God bless the sweatshops we run
God bless America
God bless America

- Rise Against

Tuesday, October 27

Choice Halloween Costumes

Yeah... so, these exams are going to kill me...
I hate maths. And...
Dude, we got SCREWED on that Ancient history paper, GOD DAMMIT!!

Now that that's out of my system, its Halloween soon, and I'm dying to dress up so hooray for the Halloween disco this Friday. To celebrate the occasion, here is a list of my choice Halloween costumes:
  1. Karl Marx: This wonderful communist here is my first choice Halloween costume. Unfortunately I don't have a suit to wear or that much (or any at that matter) facial hair. Also I've been told no one will know who I am, so that would be a bit of a bummer.
  2. Dr. Who: This is who I'm actually going to go as, the fourth doctor, the one acted by Tom Baker. Scarf and jelly babies. It'll be awesome.
  3. The sword and martini guy from KoL: This is another one people may not get, because, although the should, not everyone plays the Kingdom of Loathing. But just by dressing up as a stick figure with a sword and martini, I think you have a pretty cool costume.
  4. A Newspaper: Tape a newspaper to your chest and voila! (My brother has stolen this idea of me which proves its gold). If you really want too you can accessorise, but why ruin the perfect outfit?
  5. Dr. Horrible: Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible's sing-along blog is one of the greatest characters Neil Patrick Harris ever acted, in fact he was born for that role. Goggles and a lab coat, a pair of gloves, and you're the coolest and sweetest supervillian of all time. If you can convince a friend to dress as Captain Hammer then you have one of the Raddest pair costumes of all time.
  6. Lady Gaga: Glitter and a wig. It's easy!
  7. Edward Cullen: Same goes for Eddie C as it did for Lady Gaga
  8. Kanye West: This is the greatest idea of all time, dress up as West, hide in the bushes and when little kids come trick or treating, jump out and say, "yo kids, Ima let you finish, but Christmas is the greatest holiday of all time!" (Look, I'm not giving you a link for this, I'm sure you've seen enough parodies everywhere else)
  9. The Scout from TF2: What's more nerdy than dressing up as a computer game character? Nothing, that's what. And if you want to be the coolest nerd out than the Scout is the costume for you. The costume is easy: red or blue T-shirt, head-set and a baseball bat. I'm trying to convince a gamer friend to dress as the scout. He loves the idea but he doesn't think he has an outfit that's authentic enough.
  10. Sheet Ghost: This is just so cliche that its totally awesome. People with out a sense of humour may not get the sheer genius of it but you will look seriously cute

Tuesday, October 20

Scary Things

  1. Nurse Ratchet
  2. Light/Kira
  3. Wrists
  4. People with dandruff
  5. Clowns
  6. Bugs
  7. Asteroids
  8. Super volcanoes
  9. Photocopiers that say "misfire"
  10. War
  11. The degeneration of Vampires in popular culture
  12. My mum
  13. Maths
  14. Unrequited love
  15. 20 missed calls from the one person
  16. Ventriloquists
  17. Ventriloquist dummies
  18. Lady Gaga
  19. Cliché movie plots
  20. Cthulhu
  21. Gnomes
  22. Toilets that don't flush, and then begin to back up and overflow.
  23. Overenthusiastic sports fans.
  24. Vans with curtains
  25. Remembering an assignment the day its due
  26. I can't believe its not chicken
  27. Dimly lit parking lots
  28. 2012
  29. Lack of a social conscience in society
  30. Little kids who sing in horror movies
  31. Realising you insulted Edward in a room full of Twihards
  32. Jack Nicholson
  33. Unclean hotel rooms
  34. Neurosurgeon with shaky hands
  35. The twins from the Shining
  36. Phones ringing during a blackout
  37. Cereal Serial killers
  38. Chemistry
  39. The Guy Made of Bees (from the Kingdom of Loathing)
  40. Life
  41. People who say "Look I got you this present, open it now. It's funny. No, you have to open it where everyone can see it. It'll be hilarious!"
  42. Opening a present after someone has said "Look I got you this present, open it now. It's funny. No, you have to open it where everyone can see it. It'll be hilarious!"
  43. Too wide smiles
  44. Green potatoes
  45. Those filthy commies (nah, just kidding, you guys are alright)
  46. Writing a list of 50 scary things and running out of ideas around 46. (okay, so that’s not really scary but it is seriously annoying)
  47. Most dolls
  48. Most Coheed and Cambria lyrics, e.g. "I’ll kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break they're hearts for they were them"
  49. The HSC
  50. Spooky night noises

Saturday, September 26

Wonderful Things I'm Glad Exist

1. Soft rain when on a rollercoaster
2. The sound and smell of rain
3. Getting caught in the rain
4. Dancing barefoot in the rain
5. Rain
6. Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
7. Lemonade Iceblocks
8. Red vs. Blue
9. Dan Bergstein Blogging Twilight
10. Rise Against
11. Treasure
12. Good songs that are really long
13. The word cosmonaut
14. Buying a new jacket and finding out months (or years) later that it has hidden pockets and a secret hood.
15. Watches that are more than just watches (for example, ones that look like the omnitrix).
16. Cheap, poorly made, plastic souvenirs.
17. Bat-arangs (Batman's weapon of choice).
18. Funny old people who tell it like it is.
19. Knowing a secret.
20. Pixar.
21. Concerts that start on time.
22. Watching an entire season of a show on DVD in one lazy weekend.
23. Rhinoceroses.
24. Classic fairy tales full of uncensored gruesome details.
25. Motorcycles with sidecars.
26. Free samples.
27. Realizing that there is one more present hidden in the bottom of a gift bag.
28. The gurgle of a water cooler.
29. Reheated pizza for breakfast.
30. Two mirrors that face each other and create the illusion of infinity.
31. Paper airplanes that fly exactly where you want them to fly.
32. Receiving a hand written letter
33. Neatly mown grass around swimming pools (especially with beach towels laid out on the grass)
34. Oxygen
35. Childhood memories
36. Japanese manga
37. Sean Connery's accent
38. Running barefoot outside when it's raining
39. Tophats
40. Procrastination
41. Holden Caulfield
42. Children's shows with subliminal 'adult' messages
43. Winning poker hands
44. Comics
45. Sitting in stairwells
46. Sitting on windowsills
47. Window seats
48. Hammocks
49. The Bartemaeus Trilogy
50. Watching Red vs. Blue during English

50 Things That Should Not Exist

1. Suffering
2. Poverty
3. Anti-matter (this really should not exist)
4. War
5. People who walk slowly in front of you when you're in a hurry
6. Discrimination
7. Headaches.
8. Stupid, uncomfortable chairs.
9. Stores that check your bag as you exit, making you feel like a criminal.
11. Big scary bugs with many legs.
12. Food service employees who assume that when you said, "No pickle," you were lying.
13. Mysterious sticky spots on desks.
14. The phrase, "We need to give it 110%."
15. the Happy Birthday Song.
16. Remakes of bad horror movies.
17. Back-of-the-knee sweat.
18. Splinters.
19. People with tattoos written in a language that they cannot speak.
20. Teachers with cigarette breath.
21. DVD commentaries in which the commentators simply describe what is happening on the screen while congratulating themselves. (E.G. "OK, so then he's going to pick up the phone. This is such a great scene. Now, he's going to say something.")
22. Bathroom stalls that don't have doors.
23. GST
24. Things that cost more than they did when you were a kid
25. Traffic.
26. Most of the videos on YouTube.
27. Any car horn other than your own.
28. Knots. (Except those associated with sailing and tying up bad guys.)
29. Clowns.
30. Burned popcorn.
31. Nightmares about final exams for classes you've never taken.
32. Prescription drug commercials.
33. Ignorance.
34. Stinky ice cubes.
35. Cover versions of our favourite songs.
36. Paper cuts.
37. The short length of time glow-in-the-dark objects actually glow.
38. Loud clocks.
39. Dead batteries.
40. Growing out of things
41. People who think the cover version of a song is the original and that the original is a cover version
42. Fast zombies
43. Customers who think they're always right
44. neatly wrapping your ipod headphones, only to discover that some mystical, magical knot goblin tangles it up 10 minutes later
45. Numbers that are written entirely with letters (like Sinex)
46. Cling-wrap that doesn’t cling to the extent where you have to tape it to the plate
47. Having to write a two page proof in math class when you could just write "Because I said so"
48. TV ads
49. Pollution
50. The phrase "same difference"

Friday, September 25

Down with Big Brother!!

"To the future or the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not livealone - to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:
"From the ageof uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink - greetings!
"Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death."

Sunday, September 20

'Ban the Bomb'

From 1981 to the end of the Cold War: the Greenham Common Women's Peace Camp around the US Airforce base at Greenham Common, England protested against the base which housed cruise missiles. They used creative protests, including joining hands & encircling the base, picnics inside the base and floating a giant web over the base with helium balloons, etc.
This is just another awesome thing that has happened in history and is definitely the way protests should be carried out.

Future Wishes

A whitewashed house
Two stories plus a room in the roof
A wooden veranda on three sides. The front the back and the left hand side
A loveseat swing on the front porch
A little table and two chairs out back
A barbeque around the side
It's on a cliff overlooking the ocean
Stairs lead to the beach
There are rose bushes and lavender and three tall towering trees with dark green leaves that turn orange red and gold in the autumn
There is washing on the hills-hoist out the back. A red dress. A pair of jeans. A white shirt with a missing button
The stairs creak as you climb them for the front door.
The front door is blue. A tarnished knocker in the centre and a doorbell that doesn't work by the side.
There are sandy shoes by the door, piled by the doormat. Joggers and thongs.
The sun shines into the kitchen in the morning. Fresh white light while you eat your breakfast at the kitchen table
The toaster always burns the toast. It doesn't matter what you try
The sugar jar is always empty. If you want sugar in your tea or coffee you get a jellybean. White works best.
There is always music playing. There are speakers in every room controlled by a remote no one can ever find. You often wake up to the music. Someone has put a CD or record on. Yes. There's a record machine and a collection of vinyl.
There's a typewriter in the study. It's never been used and the ribbon is dry.
There is a bedroom in the attic.
Bookcases covering almost every wall space in the attic room. Every shelf full and still more books being bought.
There is a window seat in the roof overlooking the garden and the ocean
The floor is wood but there is a rug spread out. A lovely soft one that you love to lie on.
A teddy bear sits on the bed. The same pug-nosed one you've had since you were 13 or something.
The roof is tin so you hear the rain at night.
The rain is like a beautiful grey fog and the puddles are like mirrors.
There are glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of the bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom also has little fairy-lights in the ceiling that look like stars and have a "mood dial".
The room opens up onto a balcony and had full length patio doors across the whole wall so you can see the stars and ocean at night.
There's a rope swing hanging from a tall tree in the front yard

Saturday, September 5

I Prefer Guys Who Don't Really Exist

With the approaching release of the next Twilight movie hysteria is once again taking hold the twi-hard fangirls, but now the obsession is not only with Eddie C but also with the gorgeous looking Jacob.
All this Twilight hype has finally made me realise that I'm not actually the only one who has crushes on fictional characters. I know everyone has had one celebrity crush or another but thanks to Twilight it's finally becoming clear that people (besides myself) do fall in love with fictitious characters.
Therefore I've decided to compile of all my fictional love interests for you to laugh at and I hope you'll leave your own fictional infatuations for me in the comments. I'm also very interested to see if any guys have fictional crushes or if its just limited to Megan Fox like with my friends.
Anyway, here's my list, its not exactly complete but I will try to update it:
  1. My number one is, of course, Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye. This list will make it obvious that I love troubled guys.
  2. Gaara from Naruto. This one's kind of embarrassing so I thought I'd get it out quickly.
  3. Itachi from Naruto. What I say? Already three troubled guys on my list.
  4. Kakashi from Naruto. Alright, this Naruto business is getting a little ridiculous, so lets just finish up with it; the list also includes Shikamaru.
  5. Ulquiorra from Bleach. I like my manga, alright, and I like the fact he's nihilistic (told you I like troubled guys).
  6. Mello from Death Note. I guess this one's been coming on for a while but I'm only just realising it. Although he is the most feminine character in appearance he's also the only one with real balls and the only character who doesn't scare me (you know, besides Matsuda)
  7. Greed/Ling Yao from Fullmetal Alchemist. This is two awesome guys in one, so that's kind of cool, but I suppose the double personality thing could get a little awkward.
  8. Nat Eaton from the Witch of Blackbird Pond. Playful, sexy and flirtatious. And he has a cool name.
  9. Any character played by Johnny Depp. I know I said fictional characters but... Johnny Depp!
  10. Nathanial by the end of the Bartimaeus trilogy. He may be a jerk most of the way through but by the end, love him! (Bartimaeus is pretty hot too)
  11. Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. Is there any character sexier than Atticus Finch? I don't think so. He's a really man. Total heart throb. He's chivalrous and caring and honourable and... I could go on. I also can't wait until Jem grows up (not that that will every happen but still...).
  12. The Flash. The world's best superhero who I've been in love with since I was a kid. He's not a pansy like Superman or moody like Batman, he's funny and just plain awesome.
  13. Batman. His moodiness is sexy.
  14. Pagan from Pagan's Crusade (and the rest of the series). Pagan's hilarious commentary is all I need. I could listen to him all day and happily would, if I got the chance.
  15. Martin the Warrior from the Tales of Redwall. So what if he's a mouse?! He's awesome!
  16. While we're in the "not-exactly-human" area I'll also mention Nawat Crow from Tricksters choice who was a crow-turned-human
  17. And the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. He's so charming and if I were a Disney princess I'd definitely be Belle
  18. Artemis Fowl from Artemis Fowl (of course). He's smart and kinda evil, nice with a bad side, and still hot!
  19. Demetri from Anastasia. So what if the movie wasn't historically accurate? I love Disney movies and Demetri was gorgeous
  20. Indiana Jones. He's an archeologist and he's hot, what more could I want?
  21. I'm probably also going to have to add Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist to this list because that automail is really sexy and I love the way he cares for his brother. In fact, add Alphonse Elric as well.
  22. Peter Pan, because I'd love to fly away with him to Neverland
  23. Dustfinger from Inkheart. That's all I need to say; Dustfinger.
  24. The Terminator! That was a joke.
  25. Fang from Maximum Ride. Silent, brooding, badboymojo type whose also can be all kind and caring
  26. I'd like to add where's Wally just so I can make a joke about him playing had to get.

That's all for now but this list will probable get updated. I really look forward to your replies.


Monday, August 24

Forgotten Bookmarks

So I wouldn't normally rant about another blog but the blog of note a few days back, Forgotten Bookmarks, is one of the most wonderful websites I've ever seen. He works in a secondhand bookstore and posts all the different bookmarks he finds in the old books, things like letters and postcards and photos. It reminded me of all the little post-it note messages I leave in school texts and library books; things like how the finder will never finish Great Expectations and how Romeo and Juliet is the sookiest attempt at a love story ever.
Forgotten Bookmarks had me just about ready to give up school and my dream of museum curator in favour of a secondhand bookstore. It's funny really, it's the second time I've had such an urge, the first after watching Bernard on Black Books. There's something wonderful about English comedy.
I think I'd be happy in a secondhand bookstore really, it combines the two things I love most, old things and books. And I just love the romantic appeal of finding forgotten things within the pages of a book. Right now you have no idea of who romantically wild my imagination is running.
Oh well, I guess I'm being silly really, but wouldn't a simple bookshop offer such an uncomplicated and trouble-free existence?

Sunday, August 23

What do I wish for most?

What do I wish for most?

For fiction to be real.

I want Holden Caulfield and Peter Pan and Neverland. I want fantasy kingdoms and good versus evil.
I want a world that doesn't exist in reality.
And that's what sucks with being such a romantic.
If I have to be Joan Wilder can't I be her in the second half of Romancing the Stone, after she's met Jack?
Again, my fiction world doesn't exist in reality.


...and if you look at the picture close enough you'll see I was eating breakfast at 11:00, but com'on folks, I'm a teenager it it was the weekend, what did you expect? You're lucky I was eating breakfast!

Saturday, August 22


With my trial exams in two days time and being completely over all this study I've compiled a list of everything I want to do in the summer when this is all over.
When I get out of that exam November 6th I'm running free.
I know the summer should be full of parties but what I want to do is read a book of my own choosing, just for pleasure, sleep in, and complete an artwork.
And i want to go on a road trip with my friends and experience real freedom.
And I want to go on a road trip with my family, for that family holiday.
I'm going to detergent up a tarp and make a slip-and-slide.
I want to watch movies all night and pwn at a lan-gaming comp.
I want to mosh at a concert and get the bands autograph
I'm going to forget everything I learnt
I want to spend a full day at the movie theatre watching movie after movie at an outrageously high price.
I want to write a novel and wear dresses.
I want to pump music and have a 'Risky Business' moment.
I'm going to read Naruto and Bleach every Friday and get up to date on One Piece and Vampire Knight and read Sailor Moon because... well, why not?
I'm going to go swimming with a bunch of mates at the falls
and maybe go camping

Monday, August 17

Hell Yeah! Parkway Freaking Drive!!

Wow, that was awesome.
I saw Parkway Drive perform last night and wow.
Despite the WOW performance I have several complaints, most of which include poor etiquette.
1. Poor concert etiquette number one, to the organisers. The concert was supposed to start at 2. The line didn’t start moving until 2:30. We didn’t get in until 3:20. Also, it was raining. I got cold and wet and I have no body fat to keep me warm. And I missed the first band. Listen people. If the concert was set to start at 2, it should start at 2! Seriously!
2. Okay, so number two on my list of complaints has nothing to do with bad etiquette but more to do with my own personal faults. This complaint is the unintentional exploitation of my extreme and totally irrational wrist phobia. Yes I have a fully fledged phobia of wrists; you wanna make something of it? This complaint is based on the fact that when we finally got inside they marked my wrist with an X. In permanent marker! Not only did the feeling of the pen sliding across my wrist make me hyperventilate but having to cope with the scrubbing brush chaffing my wrist afterwards had me on the verge of throwing up. I know, I’m nuts, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t bother me.
3. Poor concert etiquette number two goes to the moshers. I realise it’s a mosh pit, and everyone wants to get to the front so there’s a lot of pushing, but that does not mean you can start a fight! Everyone’s jumping and head banging and pushing. The mosh is like one massive pulse. Everyone is being pushed. So if someone pushes you, you do not need to push the guy back. Us twig-like people who snap easily would have much more fun if we didn’t need to worry about being hit and could rock out to violent screamo music in peace.
4. My final concern on concert etiquette goes to those who request songs. Okay, so you want to hear your favourite song, I get that, but your favourite song is most likely also the bands crowing achievement, and thus is going to be the song they save for the encore. So quit screaming for Romance is Dead after every song, enjoy what you get, and remember to request an encore (although, you know they’ll do it anyway).
So that’s my list of complaints. For some reason I’m convinced you’re there laughing at me right now but I had to make my point. Still, despite all these complaints, I had an awesome time and it was totally worth waiting over an hour in the rain.

Tuesday, August 11

Bored of Studies

Don't you hate it when you're doing an assignment that needs a progress log but you don't realise that until the day before it's due?
Yeah, well that's my extension history major historical investigation. I still have to finish my conclusion, do a source analysis for 1 and a half sources and write my best work of fiction - my progress log starting from the beginning of the year.
And also, why does the Bored of Studies website take so long to load?

Thursday, August 6

The Anarchist and the Oyster

This post was originally entitled "Facebook and Manga" but I found it much to boring, so instead, a Bartamaus reference!

So people tell me "if you get face book say goodbye to your high school certificate" but having recently joined Facebook (yes, only recently) I have to say how wrong they are. Try having a manga addiction! Its a thousand times worse!
New Naruto and Bleach each week, Fullmetal Alchemist once a month. And I'm only about a third of the way through the issues of One Piece and Vampire Knight! Thank god I've finished reading Death Note.
This is a really bad addiction. Its wreaking my life.And sadly I prefer it to my life.
Too bad there's no rehab for the comic obsessed.
That'd be funny, you could have a total nerd rehab centre for people like me and people addicted to things like WoW and Larping and novelty startrek hats.

Oh, and by the way, the new Naruto and Bleach are out tomorrow!

Saturday, August 1


Mello's my favourte Death Note character. The others scare me. Even Near. Actually, especially Near. Not as much as Light though. OMG he's terrifying.
I like L though. And Matt.
Still, by the end of it all Mello rocks

Monday, July 27


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Its from Severance by the Amity Affliction

Thursday, July 16

A Conversation of Dreams

"I wish, just once, my dreams would come true.
It only needs to be one of my dreams. Just one."

~"Which one?"~

"Ah, but dreams loose their magical-ness when spoken allowed.
Dreams belong in the cold comfort of the night; in stares out the window; on a shadowy street-scape; dwelled upon at a small cafe with a torn and trashy romance; written and hidden behind a photo frame or in a crack, or thrown into the fire.
Now is not the time to talk about my dreams. The criteria isn't right.
Now we can only sigh silently over what we could have, and share our muted wishes to have unspoken dreams come true."

Monday, July 13

Death Note!!

Just finished reading the entire series of Death Note and had to tell someone. Man that was intense!
I read too much manga but I don't really care. Although it does distract me from my school work. I'm supposed to doing my extension history historical inquiry and instead I'm reading Death Note and then posting about it.
At least now i won't have anything to distract my for the rest of the holidays. No manga that is (until the new Naruto comes out next friday. OMG Danzo has sharingan!!). I'll still have facebook distracting me.
Wow. This is a rambling post but whatever.
I'm going to go cook dinner.

Saturday, July 11

Useful words that sadly have no English equivilent

Schadenfreude (German): pleasure in someone else's misfortune
Espirit d'escalier (French): When you think of the perfect verbal comeback... much too late
Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan): look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start
backpfeifengesicht (German): A face badly in need of a fist
Nunchi (Korean): The art of not becoming a Backpfeifengesicht
shlimazl (Yiddish): Somebody who has nothing but [very] bad luck
honne and tatemae (Japan): The first is reality as you understand it, the second is reality as filtered through what society expects
Tingo (Pascuense): To borrow from a friend until he has nothing left
Sgiomlaireachd (Scottish Gaelic): When people interrupt you at meal time
Desenrascanco (Portuguese): slapping together a solution to a problem at the last minute, with no advanced planning, and no resources

The Bells Toll Five Times

Happy holiday's to those out there who actually have them or get to spend them relaxing and watching the Lion King.
I'll be spending my holiday's completing my History Project for extension history. A 2 500 word essay assessing how the interpretations the Salem Witch Trials have changed over time.
It's not as fun as I thought it would be. Interesting, but not fun.
Welcome to my new follower, Joe Lynch, who shares a name this several famous people including Kenneth Slessor's BFF who Five Bells was written about (thank you advanced english).

Time that is moved by little fidget wheels
Is not my time, the flood that does not flow.
Between the double and the single bell
Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells
From the dark warship riding there below,
I have lived many lives, and this one life
Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells...

Monday, June 29

To Laura, my avid reader

This is a response to a comment from Laura. I decided to post it rather than just comment because I felt like it. No one lecture me and tell me how to use my computer. This is directed at you, Chairman.

Yeah, I have read Catcher in the Rye. That's the book my beloved Holden Caulfield is from. Yeah, I know, Weird, I'm in love with a fictional character.
Personally I don't think it is really a problem that I'm in love with a fictional character, I'm basically living in a fantasy world.
Catcher in the Rye is probably one of my favourite books (second only to Tales From Outer Suburbia by Shaun Tan. Yeah, I know, a picture book).
When you asked if I'd read it did you want a plot summery or something or just me telling you about how totally awesome, kick-ass, insane, funny and gorgeous Holden is?
Anyway, what's King Dork like?

Sunday, June 28


I'm really into 1984 at the moment (5 chapters into it...). It's just really engaging and interesting and Winston is a very real character. Not that I would be able to get along with him. He's no Holden Caulfield, if you know what I mean... oh dear Holden my beloved... huh? Oops. Got a little distracted there. Uh, where were we. Oh yeah. 1984. Winston just strikes me as a real type of guy, with his bad knee, or was it back? and how he doesn't like needing to use his hands and so forth.
Anyway I'm really enjoying 1984. And as Neil Grant said on Inside-a-Dog "I would switch on Big Brother if George Orwell (author of 1984 and creator of the original Big Brother) rose from the dead and gave Gretel Killeen a hard time."

Rise Against

I love Rise Against and I accidentally managed to get this link to their video Prayer of the refugee on here. I didn't do it on purpose, but now that it's here I might as well keep it. Anyway watch the video (that is, if it really works) and enjoy!

Saturday, June 27

Did Jane Austen Create Me? ...Damn...

I am Catherine Morland of Northanger Abbey! I love a good Gothic romance - so much, in fact, that I'll fool myself into thinking I'm living one! I am imaginative and naive, which is at once endearing and perplexing. Perhaps my heart is TOO pure...but it is adventurous. After all, I love a trip to Bath or a stay at an ancient Abbey

Could be me, could be...

Sunday, May 17

Great Expectations pt. 1

I haven't been around lately, forgive me. I've been lacking inspiration and time due to school work. So I've decided to combine the two together and blog about Great Expectations and my reading experiences.
I'm already about twelve chapters into it, but here's what I knew before I started:

1. This book is thick!
2. This book is a classic (but I've never met anyone who likes it. Weird…)
3. It's about a kid called Pip (weird name).
4. At the beginning he's poor and alone and at the end he's still poor and alone.

So I hardly knew anything about the book, except that nothing progresses over its 555 pages. I assumed that there are some kind of events in the middle and just hoped that they were interesting. Fellow high-schoolers had not given me much to hope for.

So lets see what I've learnt:

Chapter 1
The narrator is this orphan, Phillip Pirrip, who has a ridiculous name so is called Pip instead, even though it's also ridiculous. He is looked after by his sister, Mrs Joe Gargery, who doesn't get her own name but instead has to share her husband's, the blacksmiths, name. That says a lot about a woman's place in society in the Victorian age. You'd think having a female ruler would do something for women's rights but no.
One day little Pip is in the churchyard at his parents grave and contemplating what they would have looked like as he never knew either of them. Also buried are his five dead brothers who died as infants. At least that's what I gather from Dickens ramblings.
As Pip muses over his dead family an escaped criminal suddenly appears and threatens to cut his throat!! (Does it sound like I made that up? Well, I didn't, that's really what happens).
The crim tells Pip that he has to get a file and wittles for him, whatever wittles is, or he 'ave 'is 'eart an' Liver out!
Pip promises that he will and the crook says that he'd better or the crooks friend, 'the young man', will come after him.
Pip's terrified so runs home to do what the crim said.

Prediction of what happens next:
Pip goes home and cries a lot - because he strikes me as a bit of a sook - yet still tries steals the intended objects - because he's a coward, so won't stand up against the crim - but his sister, the Mrs Joe Gargery catches him, he gets the scolding of a lifetime, sent to bed without supper, 'the young man' comes after him, kills him, and the book ends 525 pages too early.

Saturday, March 28


I hate life, I hate death and everything in between just doesn't interest me.

- Chris Rapier

I'm not that depressing, am I?

What make it sadder, I know exactly what he means.

Friday, March 27

To float or breathe

"To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy"

And that is why this life is wasted on them all.
I still fail to breathe in this life. Sometimes I think I'm happy just to drift like this. Floating on the wind like a cloud...
But sometimes I want more.
I don't know what I just want it.
Maybe just something to stifle this boredom.
Sometimes to float is enough... sometimes its necessary to breathe deeply.
I haven't managed to do both successfully yet, though.

Thursday, March 26

To Neverland, if only...

I never really wanted to grow up.
If Peter Pan flew up to my window tonight I'd probably fly off with him without any second thoughts. I'd miss my friends and family but, if I remember the story right (which I sort of doubt), I could still visit. I wouldn't stay away forever, just until I'm ready to grow up.
Think about it, I'd be the first Lost Girl.
Ah, but there my imagination is running away on me again. I need to stop living in this fantasy world. Stop dreaming of running away to Neverland, falling under enchantments, and loving Holden Caulfield.
But I can't say I will ever want too...

Bohemian Rhapsody

I like to think I'm slowly going insane.
I am trying to study, I promise you, but it is as if there are two people inside my head and when one isn't looking the other starts to play solitaire or starts typing something like this. I keep telling myself to stop but I will not listen.
I admit I am wont to distractions but this is just rediculous.


In February 1917 (by the Julian calander) a revolution took place in Russia in which the Tsarist government was over thrown and replaced by the Provisional government-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-


Rice Bubbles

In the year 2021 Mount Rushmore will be recarved into the likeness of Snap, Crackle and Pop.

Friday, March 20

Three Little Birds

I had a stairwell party today.
It was my friend's birthday and I've always wanted to host an elevator party, but, lacking an elevator, I had to settle for the stairwell.
So we set up a table and chairs (stolen from maths detention) in the stairwell, ate jelly and fairy bread, drank a lot of coke and laughed excessively.
We had maths teachers and a music-teaching conspiracy-theorist (who was aforementioned in my JFK spiel) try to steal our food, a substitute who thought it was the most exciting think she ever saw, and a music teacher who saw us as 'a problem'. The music teacher was easily bribed with my 'healthy' fairy bread and a handful of Allen's lollies.
We had sugar hits that must boarder overdose and sang Bob Marley.
I wore a tie.
I had fun.
"Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing gonna be alright..."

Thursday, March 5


I could spend all night staring at the stars. I love the stars. They are my silent confessors. When I am alone with the stars I am free to cry and they will be exactly what I need. Exactly what I need to feel better. They listen and stay quiet. They'll just be. They will shine. They will be beautiful.
When stars appear ugly to me, that is when I will be doomed...

Sunday, March 1

The assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy

I'm sure someone out there is wondering about the introduction of my poll and wants to now why I'm so curious about who killed J. F. K. so let me explain.
The year 11 modern history syllabus calls case study and every year my school does the Assassination of John F. Kennedy. I did this last year and thoroughly convinced myself that Jackie did it. But then someone asked my why you would pay someone to shoot the person sitting next to you while in a moving vehicle and my whole case crumbled. Instead I focused my case on the Secret Service and I think I built a very convincing argument and, although occasionally an argument breaks out between my friend as to whether it was the CIA or the Mafia, J.F.K. was forgotten about.
This years yr 11 modern history class has recently begun their Kennedy case study and old theories have re-emerged. My two person extension history class will be studying Kennedy this year and both of us having our differing theories a heated argument broke out one day in the library as yr 11 modern history listened to John F. Kennedy's inauguration speech. Our fight was broken up by a music teacher who KNOWS it was the Illuminati and we could not convince him any other way.
So now I want to know your thoughts. Who killed J.F.K?
Will you help me prove statistically that yes, it was the Secret Service? Are you with my friend and believe the Mafia are behind it? Do you believe the jazz musician-music teacher and blame the Illuminati? Do you begrudge conspiracy theorists and think Lee Harvey Oswald was a lone assassin? Or perhaps you have your own theory?
All theories are welcome! Tell me what you think!
Who killed J.F.K?

Thursday, February 26

Kiss and Control

"We all want to die like movie stars" you said as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor while above us, glowing, exploding, our dreams burst forth in light and death. Hold me and tell me "We'll burn like stars. We'll burn as we fall. Watch as city lights dance for us."


Tuesday, February 24

Cursed ~ Carpathian

The realisation that I still don't know what I'm doing here, put in perspective; I am nothing (we are nothing). It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading. Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being just another soul spent searching for something inside. I hate my f**king guts, I hate desire, I hate lust, I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this f**king world for f**king hating me.
The chasm in my chest screams of resounding emptiness. I've never tasted this bitterness, I never felt this solitude, worthlessness.
So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference; accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness? So what great epiphany will spell out beneath my feet? Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the clarity'. So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty? Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see. I might hate this world, I might hate myself, but I won't be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else.

Sunday, February 22

The Romantic

It was a few weeks ago now.
I sat in a stairwell and wrote.
In the middle of the night, I sat in a stairwell and wrote a story.
And it was beautiful, and it was romantic.
I'm a romantic. I see everything so dreamily.
It was romantic, sitting in the stairwell, writing. I think I fell in love with that moment.
Writing in a stairwell, like Street Watching from an 8th floor window sill and reading in a cafe when it is raining, is a part of my being, it is... sustaining.

Outrageous, absurd, unbelievable, dream-destroying

Macdonalds cheeseburger now cost $2.10.
This is outrageous.
I refuse to pay that extra 10 cents on my cheeseburger.
If the $2 macdonalds cheeseburger has gone up in price how can we believe in anything else in this world.
Where is the trust? We loyally go to MacDonalds to get our burgers and they raise the price of the one product I believed would stay constant.
I can't believe this.
While talking about Macca's, yesterday was my last shift working there.
If you are jumping to conclusions and assuming I quit based on the cheeseburger then you are wasting your energy. The two instances are not related, but if I had not already quite then I am sure the cheeseburger would have pushed me over.
Although I must say, I am happy to see the humble soft serve cone back to 30 cents.

Wednesday, February 18


Well, this is wierd. It looks like I have a follower that isn't my brother.
I don't think I know you.
Well. Hello, stranger. Follower.
Welcome to my ramblings.

The Freak in the Bed Sheet

Why is it so absurd to wear a toga to a school sporting event?
I waltz down the street wearing it, waving a two-dollar plastic katana around my head (I don't know why I chose the culture clash, but it seemed to fit) and no one gives me a second glance. But the second I'm in with my peers I'm the freak in the bed-sheet.
The teachers thought I had a cool costume, my friend thought me brave, but to everyone else: the freak in the bed sheet.
But then, most of my friends weren't even there and those who were ranged from an exact Naruto double to a L33T gamer, so they're the type of people who'd find anything bizarre cool. But then again, those are the type of people I tend to befriend.
All the same, if a toga at a sporting event is a strange occurrence, I am still going to be the freak in the bed sheet.

Tuesday, February 17

Book Review

I've had some exciting news.

I wrote a review on this awesome book website (yes, trust the resident nerd to think a book website awesome) called inside a dog and they liked it so much they're sending me a free book! (only I would find a free book this exciting)
So, seeming it turns out my incoherent ramblings about a picture book turned out to be something worthwhile, I thought I'd give you the link to check it out.
So here it is:
Tell me if it's really worth a book (because I didn't think so) or whether they were just really desperate for a half decent review (because I'm sure I'm capable of half decent).


Sunday, February 15

Running with Holden

I remember some words spoken by my beloved Holden Caulfield of J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye:

I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it

One day I'll run. One day I'll run so hard and so fast that maybe, just maybe, I'll break free. Like Holden I don't know what I'll be running for - or from - just that I need to run. Run and I'll break free.


Do you know what is beautiful?
To sit in complete darkness with your eyes wide open but it is so dark they might as well be closed, and music playing so loud you can think of nothing else.
You feel so...

Saturday, February 14

The Great Toothpaste Caper

I will begin by telling you how important it is to me that my teeth are clean. If my teeth aren't clean and I have that awful taste in my mouth I just can't make it through the day.
Late yesterday evening, to the horror of myself and my family we had run completely out of toothpaste. How it had happened, no one knew. Being late in the evening, nowhere in our small town was open and selling toothpaste. Panic erupted.
In an urgent, desperate search, mum eventually unearthed two tiny tubes of aeroplane toothpaste. You may know the ones I refer to; they are made for only one use and even then there is not enough. These two tubes had to get the four of us through that night and the next morning.
I didn't need to guess how old that toothpaste was. I knew. It had come into our possession on a flight home from Perth, at least four years earlier. I wonder how ling toothpaste lasts? But, I suppose, if ten-year-old pasta sauce did no harm than the toothpaste should be fine... Right?
The toothpaste was horrid. It tasted horrid, it left my teeth scummier than before I started, I would have been better off washing my mouth out with dish washing liquid.
I must say, I am thankful to brush my teeth wish proper toothpaste again. you never understand how wonderfully incredible toothpaste is until you've had to go without it.
There is definitely a moral to this story but I'm too tired to figure it out at the moment, although I'm sure you already have.

Friday, February 13

The Meaning of Life

I don't know. Everything just seems so pointless; like there is no need for anything. I know that's not true - we need food, water and shelter but that's it. Nothing else is exactly necessary,
But then life would be boring.
Why do people think there is a point to life? Why do we think there has to be a meaning?
Once upon a time the universe was created.
And that's it.
There is no meaning to it. It just happened. there is nothing more.
Not the romantic answer I would hope for.

Life blood

Dreams sustain me. Dreams are my life blood.

Why do I dream?
I dream because I long for excitement, for a change in everyday life. I dream because I need to. Because I need something.
I dream of anything. I long for everything.
When I say dream I mean, think, daydream, imagine...
I crave more to life and that is what I dream of...

I'm not sure what I crave. Just something different. But what?

...and how different does it have to be...?