My slow descent into assignment anxiety has recently plummeted a few decibels. What that trickster monkey riding my back can do sometimes can really amaze me. So I had the most pristinely planned out assignment schedule last weekend. I was to work on my Psychoanalytic Merlin essay on Thursday and Friday, leaving Saturday and Sunday to do my research proposal on altruism, and having them all done and ready for the handing in Today. And damn it I tried, I NEARLY had the bastard. I stayed up till 3 am on Friday night and actually got the Merlin essay done by my set deadline. But then daytime rolled over and, feeling cocky, I let those two days pass me by. I had a brilliant make up plan too, I was going to go to my first lecture today and find out what was on the exam, hand in my merlin assignment and go home for a day of working on my psych.
But then I couldn't sleep.
I literally did not sleep until 5 am. I cannot even believe that the stress has gotten to me that much. It was an unfair bodily reaction that screwed up my plans! Like hell I was going to go to my lecture with only 2 hours under the bonnet. My procrastination is starting to scare me actually. WHY am I sitting here doing nothing? I'm telling myself that I'm trying to do something productive while my 3 ebesco hosted articles get their act together and start to LOAD, but this is ridiculous.
So I've lost my sleep, amongst other things one can lose from stress that can safely go unspecified, but that may be a result of this Merlin essay. Watching Merlin fanvideos no longer relaxes me! It's like, suppose you make stained glass windows as a hobby, then decide to go professional, you lose your joy for making windows! But now I'm starting to worry that this is only a temporary mask for a broader more dangerous fixation, as I sink into the professional window making mindset. I'm becoming a little bit deranged, but at least, for now, the concept of Merlin is leaving a bizarre squeemish feeling in my gullets. Even though while procrastinating earlier I actually started sketching my desktop background on a notepad. I guess as long as I'm not hurting anyone, besides myself, socially.
The Journal of Capriciousness
Where, if I'm feeling creative I'll talk about Manga, Books, Candy, Movies, etc.
- The spaceman says everybody look down, it's all in your mind
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pretzel4u- October 26th, 19:36
worried
- Woah, what just happened?
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- pretzel4u
- October 19th, 19:53
nauseated
So how far does bros before hoes extend?
Maybe I'm just easily emotionally affected today, I did attend a job interview for a position that I was apparently too "inexperienced" to fill. Why did I even bother getting qualifications? It's WAITRESSING not open heart surgery. So I pretty much get the taxi fair thrown back in my face (which, if it were literally the case, would have been nice) and wander out into the street in a daze, oh and did I mention I have bronchitis? So add sputum to the cocktail. So I walk the 2.3 km (if you trust the google maps) to the station so I can catch a bus. On the way I get accosted by three drunk 17 year olds, "Heeey look she'll dooo!" - "HIYA POPPET!" Uncovered alcohol out in the open daylight, what do they think this is a VLine train? I was clearly on the verge of breaking down into tears, and their advances were NOT called for. I then cross the street and walk into oncoming turning traffic, (yes, I know, but in my defence I didn't pass bicycle safety in year 4. I wanted a peddle backwards bike...) I get a loud "You want to get run over woman?!" So I yell back "Why don't you DO IT ALREADY?!", atleast I would've had I the stones, and other side of the track upbringing for it. I would have shown that yobbo alpha male with no prick. I catch the long bus route home and sit where I still remain now. In front of my laptop.
After my trademark facebook vent, made possible only by the omission of my family, parents and current love interest from my facebook account and status updates, I am met with an odd situation. A real scratcher of a joneser, a noodle of an acker. So I'm being told by a friend how a cousin of a past love interest of mine told my friend that she should get with my past love interest. This was met with a "NONONONO" courtesy of yours truely. To which she replies something along the lines of, well you had your chance/it's not like you're going out with him/that's a really immature response. Uh, SCREECH. What?! ... ... ... ... WHAT?! I mean, I am trying to see this from her perspective, truely. Like, I understand that she may be frustrated that I have claimed a boy that doesn't respond to my pursuit, and I know person really does want to get married/be in a relationship/squeeze out lots of babies. But how can she put a ticket on not acting on my feelings, like there's some sort of expiration date? Although she assures me she does not want to go out with said person, she still is mad that I am saying she cannot go out with this person because I harboured feelings for him and still do on some level. Am I selfish? When she liked a certain guy she dibsied him, and heavily too, even saying "Seriously DON'T go for him" beyond joking context.
All I have gained from this experience is just another reassurance of where I sit on this person's priority shelf. While I am a friend, the possibility of a love interest is worth even risking our friendship over.
I'm brought back to the time when I was deeply pining for this guy. I asked my friend what I should do, and she said I should just see what happens. So I am a little shocked about what she said. What was I supposed to do? Pop my tits out? I do know I have a fairly low ranking score in this game. I did give him a few signals, I commented his facebook, and I received no reply, that time we smsed, he was the first to stop, clearly the boy does not like me, as of yet anyway. Revoking the fatwa on feelings for him still seems, well, a little raw.
If I did see them together I would be upset, that I know for sure. I guess it's moments like this where you see people's true characters.
- the important question was not what his grandfather did, but what he might have done
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- pretzel4u
- October 7th, 23:38
contemplative
I sometimes feel my heart beating fast for no reason other than nerves. I'm probably not the kind of person you would label as suffering from an anxiety disorder. Although we all have our fair share of "monkey on the back/why did I do that just now?" moments, I am certain I have never lost control and done something I don't actually intend on doing, nor have I ever had first hand experience of a panic attack. Sitting here, on a peaceful evening, just now I can feel my heart thrumming at a fast and steady pace.
If I was to pinpoint an exact cause, it would probably have to be suppressed worry. Every serious worry I have is matched by something utterly banal, I wish I could be more objective. I'm worried about my mother's job security - I'm worried about going to the shops tomorrow. I'm worried about running out of time to finish my assignments - I'm worried about meeting someone and not having anything to say. I'm worried that my sister's appeal for centrelink won't be approved and her and her boyfriend will have to move in with us - I hope that that guy sitting in front of me today didn't hear that thing I said to Rosalie.
Sometimes when I lie awake in bed, with sleep far away and my usual fantasies aren't holding the attention, I dissect each of my anxieties. I focus on each individual thing without actually thinking about it, and feel which areas of my body I experience the worry in. Gradually I untangle the knots.
I suppose I veer more towards an eternal locus of control. I have been sitting at my desk for several hours now and I am beginning to believe that there is no possibility that I will do work. But more than that it is not predetermined that I will not do work now, it's more similar to the way that one suffering anorexia hysteria cannot eat food, and one who is suffering depression can literally not get out of bed on some days, I cannot do work now.
- When there's no-one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright.
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- pretzel4u
- October 4th, 17:44
- worried
It's the eve of semester 2, so by now I'm probably manically doing my assignments so I'm no longer behind in the class right? Well you'd be WRONG.
I blame daylight savings for this, lousy timezones. I woke up at 11:30 am only to find it was 12:30 pm. My mum managed to slip through the airtight rules I stick to regarding phone calls when I'm still incapacitated, that is, she called me 3 times so I stumbled out to the kitchen in my delirium because, of course, someone must have died or something equally as important. But no, I was being instructed to wind all the clocks forward and defrost the chicken, and that it was high time I got up seeing as it was now past midday (Ohohoho!). Realising the 3:00 am I went to bed in was now in fact 4:00 am I took it upon myself to rest for just a wee bit longer, but the sound of the petulant cat tipping over my fishing rod caused me to stir. I yelled, sprayed and effectively drove him from the room, then followed him out apologising. I am going to be such a fine clutcher one day.
Elisa got here in the afternoon, but it was really the early evening. She bought her boyfriend so they could enjoy our newly fixed spa bath. Her presence is always counter productive. "Oh that's awful news, why did your roommate move out?" "A breakdown yesterday? Well what exactly was Parker using the clothes dryer for?" "What are you saying? Your life has loads of purpose." "Yes, I know the meringues I made last night are a little burnt." She is probably equal to daylight savings in blame but I won't.
The real question is whether it IS in fact the eve of my teaching period 4 or not. The university diaries say that lectures begin tomorrow, but the year planner online says that they commence October 6th. I have no idea who to believe or where to go for advice. I SHOULD call the university but the very thought causes every cell in my being to cry out in protest. To do that would be an acceptance that my holidays are now over and I spent the good part of the day on facebook.
- My cat just bought me a decomposing dead possum. I guess he is what you'd call a forager.
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- pretzel4u
- October 3rd, 17:15
irate
I'm taking a vacation to the kitchen and writing this near the fireplace. It was very easy to just cut all the ties, that is, unplug all the chords, and get out of that mausoleum of a bedroom. Sitting there, boxed between my heater and desk, surrounded by shelves packed with my precious junk, the thought of it just makes me feel so claustrophobic! Out here there's nothing but vast expanses of space and a fire keeping me at a comfortable body temperature. All the mess will still be there when I go back, just like my facebooking absence. You can stay out of the heat for as long as you want but the second you go back, voom, skewered on the spit rotating slowly like a good little piggy.
I just saw Mao's Last Dancer with some friends, the movie and company it made me feel happy. God, I am such a closet emo. And a narcissist now that I think of it. But who isn't? You really can't accuse someone of being self centred or say to their face that "It's not ALL about you" without being a biggot, because it IS all about me, it's all about every single me out there. If you did meet someone who was entirely selfless, which you won't, they would probably be the most uninteresting nobody in the entire history of the universe. Jesus Christ himself was a self promoter.
I say uninteresting people, but it's a saying I really do dislike. On more than one occasion I have had the sorry duty of making the acquaintance of people who use this term. They "go through" friendships, as though people were books. Like people are not multidimensional. Yes they're nice to have on the shelf, and to take down occasionally, but they've been spent, and everything they bring is just another expedition through the motions that they're already familiar with.
On some odd level, perhaps I agree with them. First impressions are more often accurate than not, but ogres have layers, and fine tuning and adding to the schema is a wonderful thing. I'd like to think a relationship as it gets older matures like a fine cheese. Perhaps it is these people who are the REAL narcissists.
- Hey! Don't tell ME what to pray for...
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- pretzel4u
- October 2nd, 22:23
disappointed
Well I guess we can be thankful for the "Delete All" button, otherwise I'd waste like, 2 damn minutes individually deleting each of the 25 livejournal spammy messages in my inbox. What do they send like, 1 a month?
What odd indoors weather we are experiencing, In my t shirt and gloves with my back sweating against the heater. When it becomes intolerable I flick it off only to quiveringly reach back around for the on button when my sweat gels within moments. I suppose I could put the heater on 4 and put on a jacket, but I'm not THAT kind of girl, it's either 9 or NOTHING.
These university holidays are truely odd. In year 12 my chemistry teacher declared to the class that we school students had ridiculously unnecessary amounts of holidays considering the minimal amount of work we did. I wonder if he was referring to the university workload in that statement, if so I have no idea what course HE was doing. I doubt it was teaching, HA, PISH teaching.
I should put more hours into my university work, truely I do know this. Only last week I realised I submitted a university essay, worth 30% of my final grade, 3 days late, written in 4 hours. I think I actually wrote "BLAH BLAH" in one section. (Wishful thinking, I know I did this. I intended to reread it and substitute in the name of the actress who played the lead. As if ANYONE can remember Tilda Swindon.) I should have pre-ticked "Failure to Proof Read" on the criteria sheet.
After 14 glorious days of squat, It was time for yours truely to jump on the back of the study truck. A rusty, old wagon, lacking in suspension with a metal sign on the back asserting WORK LOAD in bold, stretching letters. Of course, I stumbled while trying to make a grab and whacked my forehead on the bumper. This penniless uni student needs special statistics software in order to catch up with the class, and torr3nting proved fruitless after taking 2 hours, iso failing to contain the appropriate k3gen software, and pirate bay not allowing me to register in order to log my queries, I sat on the road with my knees in the dust, flipped 4 fingers high above my head and proclaimed "UP YOURS RESEARCH METHODS!"
And proceeded to bath my wounds in the comforting shallow pool of facebook milk. Readily available, always nudging you to stay a little longer, and never stay away for too long.
- "I lock the doors, and Swallow the key"
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- pretzel4u
- July 8th, 2008
- contemplative
Today I was faced with quite a difficult descision regarding this blog post, "to post on myspace or to not post on myspace?" The rational being that if I purely post this entry on livejournal, no-one will see it, there isn't even a possibility of linking this entry to my myspace as I have no section of my profile devoted to music... but maybe that's for the best because if Elisa (said owner of CD) saw this post she may be a bit upset... It's like if Ryan (rasu) were to review the most recent Chronicles of Narnia movie, I just DON'T want to know about it!
And on that note, what are reviewers anyway? What makes one person's opinion more valid than the next? Aristotle believed, not all opinions are equal, because not everybody is as well informed or rational or intelligent as the next person. And that's why DEMOCRACY DOESN'T WORK (that's the gist of what he said, I probably paraphrased it a bit, I could fish the excert out of my yr 12 philosoply book if I wanted to). I am not some sort of king, I am not nearly all knowing, who am I to impress my opinions onto you? Truely, critics are the worst most self righteous people on this earth! So with that in mind I will try my best to be as fair as possible in my review.
The Magic Position. Artist: Patrick Wolf
I was a little bias in approaching this album, I will admit it. Patrick Wolf as we know (after Elisa has told us) was once friends with Mika but they had a falling out due to artistic differences... Patrick Wolf chooses to be less mainstream than Mika and for that I have nothing but applause for him! On the other hand, I'm a little sceptical of an album were a grown man uses the word "magical" in more than 2 songs, But keep in mind I use the term grown man in the most lament sense of the words. Patrick Wolf poses on the the cover riding a carousel and on the inside cover decked out in baby blue shorts and a violent shade of red hair.
I was drawn to Wolf's music when I listenned to "Tristan", a song from his last CD, a song that shakes everyone who listens to it to their very core!, and I already knew and liked "Accident and Emergency" and "Magic Position" so I did not hesitate too much in letting Elisa borrow money to buy the album (which she still needs to pay me back). I'm sorry to say however that these remain the best songs on the Album, the journey in fact being leaving the enjoyable music far far behind, and it gets down, low and fast, really. Patrick Wolf abandons his baby blue clad personae and takes on a vibe reminiscent of "The Voice of Enigma". I find a good album is one in which the songs build off one another, tying in together, and Elisa says that the songs on this album are meant to take the listenner on a journey, but I found each track differs astoundingly, the only thing each having in common is the use of bizarre instruments (all played by Wolf apparently) and ambiguous lyrics, "Swallow the key". If this album tells the story of Patrick Wolf's journey, he must be a bipolar maniac depressant or taking drugs... (and that's not unlikely).
eg. PING song number 10 rolls around and we're bopping around, flying free... then SHONK song 11 drags us back to the pits of melancholia.
Elisa and I listenned to it in the car from start to finish with our dad, an experience that was no doubt uncomfortable for Elisa. The end of the CD came around so inconclusively that Dad and I each said, "Is it the first song again?" We then proceded to listen to Nora Jones and I switched on my iPod. I'm all for artistic statements in songs but I don't like having to warn people that "This song's pretty weird." Writing a song with the purpose of making listenners uncomfortable defeats the purpose of music somewhat.
WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE: It's like Fantastic Plastic Machine has an abusive three way relationship with The Voice of Enigma and the lead singer of Franz Ferdinand each in an epic struggle for creative dominance.
MUST HAVE?: That's a hard question as this isn't a CD you'd immediatley run out and buy if you enjoyed a few of his previous songs as they fail to reflect the album at all, in that you're getting a bunch of unmemorable depressingly weird songs, breaking from the pattern sparatically and there are only 3 pictures of Patrick Wolf on the whole cover insert. I'd recommend this CD if you were so in love with Patrick Wolf that you'd refer to him as a "Poetic Genius", or own his CD from before. Elisa says it's exactly what you'd want to hear if you were working on art, so the CD may grow on you, I'm not sure yet. But all the same, I do not regret buying this album as I want to support ANYONE who made a song as awesome and sexy and amazing as "Tristan".
BEST SONGS: Accident and Emergency, Magic Position, Tristan (even though it's not on the Album... download it all the same!)
- Hey Muscles, I love you, I wanna have your babies
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- pretzel4u
- July 6th, 2008
complacent
And now for something completely different...
Greetings my minions, it is I, your master and overlord here with an important message! The purpose of which is to answer your pleas, anxieties and confusions regarding my blogging absence.
And I mean minions in the most inoffensive of ways, if anything you're more like... protégés. Protégés in my zany charades... Oh the charades.
It can probably be nutted down to a few main contributors.
The First: I have recently downloaded Peggle from Ryan (although that's probably not it). I've played it only twice but these were in heaping 1 hour< chunks of my life.
The Second (and more accurate): I decided to reinstall The Sims Deluxe Edition on my laptop, and with it The Sims Unleashed courtesy of Ryan. This lead to my awful downloaded skins and objects habit... We've all been there, it's a vicious cycle starting with an object or two, then some better looking heads and chic outfits and then VOOM! Before you know it you're wading through waves cmx and xskin files deleting this and renaming that and all this inbetween! The game slowly grows and takes on an artificial intelligence of it's own. Before you know it you find it impossible to lift your hands of the keyboard and mouse, your fingers permanently fixed in the 1, 2, 3, speeds position, your skin has reformed over the laptop, it is now part of you, your a vicious hybrid neither computer nor person, the question is how much of you is Sims and how much of you is human?
The Third (and slightly more likely): Is that I am currently on holiday and hence NOTHING is going on! SQUAT! NIX! NADA! As Nick so artfully put it:
"Getting up in the afternoon, going to bed in the early hours of the morning and everything imbetween is irrelivant."
Or atleast that's the gist of what he said on msn a few nights ago, keep in mind it WAS at 3 AM so excuse me if my memory's a little hazy, feel free to correct me Nick.
"Oh My GAWD!" Says the Gold Coast protégés, "She's talking about someone and I have NO IDEA who they are! Holy Freakin' Crap, I think my head's about to EXPLODE!"
We'll have enough of this head exploding, there's been all too much head exploding of lates... I DECLARE A DEATH TO HEAD EXPLODING, period. ~Ryan writes down "head exploding" in his Death Note~
You'd think I was joking wouldn't you?
But yes, that's a fair explanation of my blogging hiatus, I mean what could I possibly say here?
Dear Blog, Today I got up in the single figures of the afternoon, ate crumpets for brunch and forgot to eat anything else until dinner because I was playing the Sims.
Why is it that life draws to such a pace during the holidays? No commitments I guess... Or is it just me? Am I the ONLY person in the world who has these kind of boring things anti-happen? Are there a select few who get up to be greeted by action and adventure? Like they get up at 5 AM and practice their ninja moves, act impulsively and recieve mysterious emails about times and places and parties and hiests?
I suppose that's not entirely true for my whole holidays. I did go to the Gold Coast for a week and managed to have a group assessment interview for a job as a Service Asst. at Woolworths that I didn't get.
Killer.
It's just I'm sitting here tonight, typing away here, in the same shirt I've worn 3 days running (with some person, I have NO IDEA who, on the front), and I realise that I am going to face a solitary dinner tonight as both my mum AND sister have dates...
- You remind me of the babe - What babe? - The babe with the power - What power? - The power of voodoo
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- pretzel4u
- May 15th, 2008
pleased
QUICK CLICK: Y: The Last Man Review
QUICK CLICK: Tail of the Moon Review
I'm on a roll! 2 blogs in three days, how wonderful...
Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball! Well not really, but it could be worse, it could always be worse. Suppose I was living chained up in a locked low ceiling basement flooded up to my ankles with the same song playing over and over on a cd player at the other side of the room, and no matter how much I strained I could never reach it!
And yet Centrelink would STILL refuse to pay me Youth Allowance!
My friend Ryan's been a bit blog happy lately, which is a bit of an understatement... Just today he posted FIVE WHOLE blogs... FIVE! And to say the least I've caught some of his blog feva! Reading blog after blog about movies I'll never see and games I have no intention of ever playing I feel like reviewing a few little relavencies of my own. So I'll continue talking about the few sparse library books I said I was going to review about 3 weeks ago... yeah I still have them, should probably return them... knowing me there's a chance that they may not happen for some time!
~Sound of blog gong~
Let the reviewing commence!
Y: The Last Man Volumes 1-3 by Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
10 volume comic book style finished series
Although I've only read 3 of the volumes I can swear on the life of my tamagotchi that this is an epic series. Vaughan and Guerra should be commended for such mastery, daring to play out the question of what would happen if all of the beings in possession of a Y chromosome in this world suddenly died. What would it be like to be the last man alive on earth? Guess nothing to do but drop your dacks and start repopulating the human race? Not Likely.
This series gets right into the gritty apocolyptic story in an eerily realistic (but humourous) narrative starring Yorick, an escape artist who suddenly becomes the most important man in the world (and his male monkey Ampersand) by surviving a baffling mass extinction allegedly caused by a plague. Yorick is the key to the survival of the human race and the main objective seems to be to transport Yorick to the top biochemical scientists to make sense of this mystery... easier said than done when the entire world either wants to kill him (mass gang of radical feminists [conviniently torched down all the sperm banks]), kidnap him to ensue war (military), keep him locked away from civilisation (army of the senator who happens to be his mother) or sell him to a brothel (well...). Civilisation has crumbled away and what Yorick wants most in the world is to go to Australia and find his girlfriend. The comic is well written, art is pleasing and the story is always progressing at an action filled pace, I don't usually go for post-apocolyptic war zone comics but this is AWESOME!
The thing in this comic that gets my goat, as brilliant as it may be, is that it's subtley sexist... although it is a population of women ruling the world, even the most powerful women are inequal or plain evil (Although he is utterly dependant on them for survival). But in a way it's a social comment about the pitfalls of our patriarchal society. A must read for ANY and EVERY comic reader (and I'm a manga reader ;) ).
Tail of the Moon Volumes 1-6 by Rinko Ueda
Running series with Volume 12 being released in August 2008
This series saved me from the great manga shortage after this library's supply of Ghost Hunt was cut off after volume 6, and it's indeed worthy of the position! There are several factors that make manga good... I'm not entirely aware of what they are but I'm sure this has got them! It's an adorable shojo series set in the Era of the Warring States in Japan and, aside from costumes/props/settings, a concept of honour, and a minor plot details, that's about as far as the storyline is in relient on the era...
It stars Usagi, a delightful heroine but also a disgrace to her town as, at her age, she hasn't qualified as a ninja (OMG NO!). Because there is no hope for her to complete her ninja training she is sent by her great-grandfather to Iga to bear a child to Lord Hanzo... but he has no interest in her or her childbearing potential! As can be gathered, this manga isn't particuarly heavy, on historical context or depth. That said, this manga should not be brushed aside, I feel, although ninja/samuri fans will not be taken in by it, this manga is just PERFECT for shojo lovers! An excellent hybrid that will encourage manga folk to expand their boundaries! Each character is likeable and attractively drawn, as cute as the front cover implies with a heroine who's so quirky, klutzy, bizarre and likeable you can't help but back her up. A romantic ninja adventure compiled of smoothly joined stories all with one main objective and hints of philosophy now and then (I do NOT get Hanzo's Trivia... do they just print any random fact there?). Very likeable and easy to stomach. It's definitely worth reading should you get the chance.
- See where looking pretty cool, Will get ya
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- pretzel4u
- May 13th, 2008
groggy
Today I was inspired to blog once more, why you ask? Because every Tom Dick and Harry DOES! It's not conforming in thing, it's a maintain-a-degree-of-order-in-this-littl
e-ol'-thing-called-Brittany's-Life... thing. That reminds me of some amusing undergarments I once saw at bendon... BUT as much as I'm sure you'd all ADORE listenning to me rant on about Bra shops I've visited, I feel I should probably keep this high brow. 'sides, I shudder to think of what images may soil my browser if I was to try and look for a picture of these underpants...
Why the HELL am I talking about underwear? And now i can't stop! It's like that stupid Elephant in Psychology.
CATCH UP: In a lecture 3 weeks ago, Petah (Lecturer) was trying to explain the congnitive theory of the concious... the simplest way it can be explained is as a computer, and saying Elephant is like a google image search... since then he's been saying Elephant, typing Elephant and so help probably ESPing elephant every lecture and email since... I've been hearing that word more and more lately... seems everybody's got a cognitive theory... (that's cognitive, not Elephant... I deiberately try and not think about Elephant whenever it's bought up... of course that's probably making me dumber or something)
But enough of the difficult and banal stuff, I slept for 13 hours today so naturally my head is nothing more than a hollow, devoid of cognitive ability, wobbling around on my neck (which is really sore due to the sleep).
And todays "livejournal writers block" didn't help that. "What vegetable or fruit do you relate to most?" Oh thanks, I think my brain just liquified...
It's been a rough week so far... Yesterday I woke up and it pretty much went down from there... but seriously, what bothers me the most about Monday was my presentation in Narrative and Text. Now I'm no Tony from Skins, most of the time I give off the illusion that I have no idea who I am, where I am, or how I got here and most of the time that's a well placed assumption... I don't consider myself intelligent and I gave up on having a normal social life when I bought the tracksuit I'm wearing now (despite the fact that I never jog), in fact when you come down to it I'm more of a prudish female version of Sid... BUT DESPITE ALL OF THIS, I've always had faith in my ability to improvise (this paragraph will seem like a series of randomly strung together statements if you haven't watched Skins).
So when I came to uni on Monday with my four Narrative and Text questions scrawled into my notebook (backed up on my USB) from the night beforehand, it was granted that I wouldn't overtly impress my presentation partner or my Narr and Text tutor but I thought I would atleast skim by.
Stupid Narrative and Text, stupid mature age students, stupid assumptions, stupid university, STUPID WORLD.
Not only had my partner been at the uni for 2 years as well as graduating from 50 dozen other courses, all of her questions were freshly powerpointed up and 100 words long... She'd read all of the refernce material also... Although I knew this when we unwillingly swapped notebooks, I was still slapped in the face when she said,
"You did this last minute... You know, I don't mind doing all the work, I've been in tonnes of groups where I've done all the work... you can just read over my questions..."
I mean one or two of my questions weren't on Confucious level of insightfulness and ambiguity... BUT WOW.
I could have taken the low road and gotten all snitchy, maybe knocked a few computer chairs over, flung a few bags through windows, but I took the high road and critically read her questions, adding to 2 of them and slotting in one of my questions at the end of the powerpoint... I retreated into my shell like a mollusk, proceding with the facade I undergo when I'm in a situation where I'm clearly the dumbest in company and there's no way for me to leave.
I got up in front of the class, I feigned having written the questions proceded the tutorial conversation here and there. I could tell that Amanda was sussing out whether or not I'd previously read what I was reading outloud... I'm pretty sure she had a clue about what was going on... if not it is very likely that my partner will accidentally let it slip at some stage...
But even if my partner DOESN'T do what I'd do if I was her, I still feel bad... I'm even starting to think that it would've been better to do two separate presentations... I wonder if, on those occasions where I have done most of the work in a group, other people go through the same feelings... But I suppose it's not so much feelings of guilt as annoyance that what this person did WAS better than mine.
But what do I know? Not even what I feel apparently, on Monday I underwent the online Emotional IQ test in my Psychology tutorial and I scored about 72 out of... I forget... there were 106 questions and I remember that on. Yeah, 'that makes me feel great...' But I've become paranoid lately, because I'm not sure whether it was my own emotion that I failed in, or my ability to asses other peoples emotion... Or a combination of the two... Do you have ANY idea what that's like!? You may say yes, but you can't be sure because you might be unable to know that that IS the correct emotion I'm feeling! (that is, unless you scored highly on the test).
My brain is so wrecked right about now. I didn't go to uni today because I got a migrane as soon as I got up... I always no when I'm about to get a migraine because I get what's known as an aura, yeah, try saying that to a person without sounding like a complete prat. I do beleive it was caused by a combination of dehydration and flashing lights (for once I got up and it wasn't cloudy), all I can do is take painkillers and sleep it off.
When I finally got up I became a seething hermit of daytime television, convincing myself that I was never going to leave the house ever again and contemplating the pros and cons of such a lifestyle.
- Ill fated to pretend
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- pretzel4u
- May 1st, 2008
Time to Pretend by MGMT
So the whole time it was filled with dolphins...
- Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup...
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- pretzel4u
- April 20th, 2008
melancholy
Thought I'd break from the usual this and that of uni homework (what do you mean usual? The ratio of uni homework to stuffing about is HARDLY even) to blog about my weekend.
Though it wasn't interesting, nor did I do anything of any importance
There I just saved you 10 WHOLE minutes! Yes, truth be told I should really be doing 3 hours of uni study a day... but idonwanna, maybe I'm not as cut out for uni as I originally thought... My school english teacher, Mr Gman once said that I would "have no touble in uni, ohohoho". Hmm... what a hollow promise, if only. I'll tell you what a university bachelor of arts course is, it's where you spend your time analysing little insignificant details of the big picture that everyone sensible takes for granted and doesn't spare a thought about. Think about it!
Perhaps I'm just bitter, I know fo sho I'm not depressed right now, everyone who "knows me knows me" knows that when I'm depressed I go into a funk like Howl from Howl's Moving Castle... atleast... everyone who knows me knows me and knows Howl's Moving Castle
That's 2 people
Yes, that's exactly what happens to me when I get into a funk.
If I was to judge my current mood, I'd say, slightly melancholy... It is after all the close of another weekend... last week wasn't a particuarly good week... I doubt this week will be any better... It's been 6 weeks and i'm still the same awkward self concious child I always was... But I guess you don't go anywhere if you just sit and blather about it... what I need is to be more pro-active with all of this ~waves hand in a general direction~ My problem is that I'm directionless and lack confidence! I need to knuckle down with my university work! I need to stop caring about what others think about me! I need to speak up in tutorials because, HEY it's life! People may appose what I say, call it stupid, but that's okay!
Easier said than done I'm afraid... This is coming from a person whose spent their whole life trying to fade into blur on most people's judgement radar. I can remember once when Rasu said, "Oh name ONE person who hasn't got a bad history!" And I said, "Me..." And everyone agreed...
Showed him! ehehehe... now he'll think twice before trying to validate his moral crapulence
I guess the best thing for me to do is try and branch out, meet other people... not depend on the same people every single second of every single hour of my university life. At the very least not to spend time in that godawful uni union computer room ANYMORE! Whenever the rest of my friends decide they want to bum around on myspace at uni for 2 hours I'm gonna be all like, "Oh no you didn't" and go and do some work in the library. I think, 'Character Building' are the words for it... At the very least I may hang out with some other people sometimes. I don't know about you, but I am sick of tryna get the same people to like me... it's very frustrating... Perhaps I need to explore new and exciting fronteirs, maybe find some people that I click with along the way.
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Today I walked to the markets with Elisa. Long story short I have no money...
Long story long, guess what we picked up??? The Across the Universe DVD! SQUEAL! For only 10 bucks! What a bargain! Yes, I knew it was going to be a good day as I handed my money over to the foreign gentleman... still in it's plastic wrap, the english version too!
For those of you who don't know, Across the Universe is one of the best musicals I know... you must see it
I bought some woolen gloves and some cheap candy, yes today was going to be a very good day, after all I had a new dvd... so new in fact that it wasn't even unlocked...
I had to jimmey the bastard open with a screw driver, it took me 20 minutes! Now the case won't even shut... Oh what a life...
- "I feel it! I feel his warm eyes watching me!" >Looking out window> - School Rumble
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- pretzel4u
- April 18th, 2008
hungry
QUICK CLICK: School Rumble Review
QUICK CLICK: Plain Janes Review
Having picked up my library holds just this morning, I feel now is a good time to talk about them. All this time I have been cussing to myself about how this stupid stupid town library has no means of doing a plain Graphic Novel search... I can see those librarians now, scratching their scalpes, clearing their throats, adjusting their spectacles and chortelling to themselves about a person wanting to search for a medium rather than a genre...
How ridiculously absurd! Surely not! If we allow this then aren't we merely encouraging those few to pursue their interest in a lower form of literature? I say, never!
Which, although I protest, is a pretty fair point... after all, it came out of my thought up, hypothetical scenario. BUT ALTHOUGH THAT IS THE CASE, the librarians are in fact NOT thinking this because in the last week of the holidays I found out that a graphic novel search IS possible... just very well hidden. Hence I give to you the list of books I have out currently,
And if you suspected that I searched through every single graphic novel title on the library database, and ran them through a google search to see if they were at the very least sub-par... then kudos to you for having such a keen judgement.
THE TITLES:
The Plain Janes by Cecil Castellucci
Vampire Game Vol. 1 by Judal, Ikoi Hiroe & Jason Dietrich
School Rumble Vol. 1-2 by Jin Kobayashi
Gate Keepers Vol. 1 by Keiji Goto, Hiroshi Yamaguchi, Yuki Nakamura, & Nathan Johnson
Blankets by Craig Thompson
Y: the last man Vol. 1-2 by Brian K. Vaughan & Pia Guerra
The Last Temptation by Neil Gaiman and Michael Zulli
Usually I would have never even considered getting out some of this crap... oh how the mighty have fallen!
But still I strive onwards, the mighty warrior of the graphic novel world, where the cars and buildings are made out of graphic novels, and no text goes without visual justification... and instead of clothes we have cosplay outfits and instead of parties we have cons and all movies are either anime or masterpieces of graphic brilliance on the level of FFAC... ~gazes off in distance~ Man I'm hungry...
Keeping with the original purpose of this livejournal blog, I've already read 3 of them (but then I needed a rest, I am OUT of PRACTICE... See? See what a horrible world this is? I only read 3!) Here is how I found them:
School Rumble Volume 1 and 2 by Jin Kobayashi
Still running series with Volume 11 due to release in November.
This series disappointed me... no, not just disappointed, it made me angry... angry, frustrated and saddened! I had the highest hopes for this series out of ALL of them (that's why I read it first) which is probably why it rubbed me this way. When I looked at the cover of this manga I was filled with excitement almost, I love school orientated mangas, so much more refreshing than their bug eyed, large nosed, buck teeth sister, Fantasy (She's okay as long as Shoujo's with her, but no-one really wants to hang out with her on her own). It delievered the school but in the most awkward writing style. The manga had a start stop quality, which the maker obviously put in to give the manga a skit-like quality, but this made the whole thing hard to digest and the characters unrealistic. The writer tries to compensate for this by adding in character profiles between chapters, but a lot of the time you have no idea who the character is and if they're even in the manga... This paired with cramped up storylines all just leads to one big mess...
I mustn't be too harsh though, the illustration is VERY magnetic (it reminds me of an off kilter version of Azumanga Daioh) and I liked 3 characters Harima Kenji (Remember Ritsu Kasanoda/Bossanoda from Ouran High School Host Club? Similar in every sense), Tsukamoto Tenma (loveable dopey heroine, relateable) and Tsukamoto Yakumo (heroine's younger beautiful sister who I relate to even more). I did laugh at some of the jokes because they were so true, others weren't.. I don't know if I'll get the next one.
I can give it three stars at the most but quite frankly this series didn't wow me, and I so wanted it to...
The Plain Janes by Cecil Castellucci
Single Graphic Novel in no series.
After reading both volumes of School Rumbe in one sitting, this one added a nice refreshing flavour to the palette... an idealised look at what High School should have been, and by that I'm not refering to sleepover parties, boozer bombfires and the formal being a big deal (LMAO... [pronounces lamaow]). I'm talking about standing independantly against the norms and those high school issues, being above it all, and having enough people in your school to actually have those wonderful outcasts to hang around with... but I hardly do the book justice it's so much more than that.
It touches on issues like terrorism and how it realistically affects life, the book is also wonderfully artistic in rebelling against it all. I guess this book probably affects me so much is because there really is this subtle friendship (I say subtle because it's not all pal-sy wal-sy) and the relationships forged when the lead moves schools. I admire the mature way that the lead behaves after changing schools, I idolise that behaviour but I also know that it's unrealistic to not obsess about friendship that much... to choose to sit alone. But I think that's partly why I like it so much.
I recommend this graphic novel to all my graphic novel friends, but don't buy it if you've already left school because it's a bit immature in that sense. Still, if you can hire it out then go for it!
- Don't think to hard about that last one
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- pretzel4u
- April 14th, 2008
- rejuvenated
I have an apology to make to a dear friend of mine... A friend who was always at the recieving end of my ridicule. This friend is Rasu, for you see he's been the butt of a particular anecdote that he is most undeserving of (for all the rest of the ridicule... well...).
You see I take immense pleasure in paying out his taste in music, even when I haven't HEARD of the band... in fact I used to do this to do a fair bit of to my old school friends... (Just think I'll never have to say THAT and refer to a different batch of people again!)e.g. Addresses Sam Cain, "Cannibal Corpse? BAHAHA! Look at these Lyrics! How emo is that?! (Translation for my normal friends, Cannibal Corpse is the type of band you'd except to release songs with such Necrophilliac titles as "Meat Hook Sodomy", "Edible Autopsy", "A Skull full of Maggots" and "Submerged In Boiling Flesh"... Don't think to hard about that last one...[no I did not make those titles up, I googled them])
Enough of that, what's important is that ever since Ryan got his tattoo I adapted this attitude towards it. "Ooooh! Wow, a Love Heart Star! How sensetive of you! How whimsical! What's the matter, pagan symbol wasn't enough for you? Added a Love Heart?" to which Ryan would reply, "It's a Heartogram! That's the symbol for the band HIM..." But to no avail, I kept at my teasing banter, while Ryan got more and more frustrated, oh how easy it was... To pay out Ryan for liking a band that I had never seen or conciously heard... How these music snobs annoyed me with their cocky stride and musky odour (which is a rather nice way of describing the smell of people who I believe had to have been morally against after-shave), clicking their tongues, wearing their black t-shirts, looking upon others with contempt... anything I can do to bring them down a peg is just!
But THIS ends NOW!
The other day I was a flickering through the channels, vegging out on the sofa.
Thoroughly enjoying the benefits of Austar,
There was a countdown on Max, "Top 50 Songs That Will Last Forever"
There was a countdown on Channel V, "Top 20 Spray On Pants Songs"
I wondering which one I would end up watching...
The Spray On Pants disappointed me in the end, it finished with Airbourne - Too Much Too Young Too Fast
And why anyone would want to look at the contours of legs THAT old is beyond meSo afterwalds, they were showing whatyouwant HIM, and, it being me watching the program and all, I assumed it was some sort of male artist countdown... yes I know. Whatyouwant is a request show, and it was dumb of me to consider otherwise. And then I realised, hangonaminute... Oooooooooh... they're guest starring this show with members from the 'band' HIM... So's I thought well I'm gonna find out what these people look like so's I can tell Ryan how totally gay his taste is...
But (say in Cartman voice) I was wrong... I was wrrrrrrong!
Because Vile and random-band-member were talking with the whatyouwant person and they were funny... they were HI-larious, and then they played Bleed Well and it didn't make my ears bleed (ha.) and it was the most completely un-scary thing I had ever seen... in fact I bump into scarier looking dudes at the bus stop (But they're mostly retar-dod weirdos from smoking too much marijuana... I'm not joking about that...)
AND SO Ryan, I conclude that HIM is not a social pariah-esque band, the lead singer is good looking, and they're funny and completely deserving of your tattoo...And don't you all just HATE me for validating it! ;)
And so here's Bleed Well by HIM... see how happy they look at the start?
- HIM - Bleed Well (Official Video)
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- pretzel4u
- April 14th, 2008
Here's Bleed Well by HIM
- Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that packet of gravy I found in the parking lot
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- pretzel4u
- April 9th, 2008
jubilant
It's finally Wednesday night, a breath of fresh air in my first week of uni. Sure the day was long, but I can rest assured that tomorrow, though I have to get up at 7:00AM... my week will be officially OVER by 10:30 AM... blissful 10:30 AM! Was there ever a better time to be alive than 10:30? I time that should be spent either zoning out in the morning thinking about all the things one can do with their day, or to stop whatever they're doing and end the day. Yes, 10:30 is a good time to be alive.
I'm feeling pretty good right now. Ever since uni has commenced (on Monday) I have arrived home in a terrible mood... feeling exhausted, depressed, unloved and what have you. But this afternoon, for no apparent reason I felt okay. For my first Semester almost all the time I got off the final bus of the day feeling happy. You know, just greatful to being doing these things I do, like going to uni, attending classes, talking with people who want my company, I would feel so happy I thought it was a bit perculiar and hypnotic.
It had to have been Monday that threw me entirely.
I was glad that my mum was able to drop me off and pick me up, but in a way I think that may have adversely affected it. The process of shedding ones comfort zone and accepting mature responsiblilty (Lord help us) is ceremonious in a sense. Getting oneself ready in the morning, like donning your presentability, heading out the door knowing that there's no other way around it, and catching the morning buses are all tasks that help me achieve a sort of, level of okayness. I have successfully gotten myself to university, I am able to get myself back from university, I have that ability.
But it didn't work that way on my first day back, I arrived at uni, thinking, "Why are there so many randoms here?" And I walked on by these people with my head cast downwards, a baby ripped from it's mother, a fish out of water, a chip on the floor of the uni cafe (that i dropped... honestly can i ever go to the cafe and NOT drop something?!)
And then I didn't get a seat next to Anne like I usually do, BOO. (pronounced B-oow the same way Nick Swardson does)
And then I got my Psychology Essay back from last semester, I got 7/10, BOO.
And then after my tutorial, no matter how many times I smsed my friends they wouldn't reply.
So then I became very very upset.
So then I hid myself away in the Library.
So then I smsed everyone else I knew.
And finally Lisa replied and said that we should grab lunch together. I waited outside the Library for her.
And finally I hear my name being called from 50 metres away.
And finally I find my friends and walk over to them. And it turns out Hollie jsut checked her phone and Kira was upset that I didn't try her phone.
But I was in such a state that I cried (PMS I swear)
But I got an sms from Lisa saying she was outside the library so instead of hanging out with my friends I make an excuse and go and find Leesa
But she's with a friend also, and I cried in front of both of them.
AND THEN I had to buy my lunch.
AND THEN I sat with Leesa and her friend about 10 metres away from my friends
AND THEN I felt guilty and foolish for ditching my friends
Afterwalds I walk to my Narrative and Text Lecture with Leesa
Afterwalds I sit with her the whole time
Afterwalds I leave the lecture with Leesa and feel as though I must have offended my friends
For one brief moment I felt releif because Hollie tapped me on the shoulder and I acted as though nothing happened, and I realised that she has no-one to hang out with besides me! (insane MANIC laughter)
For one brief moment I introduced Leesa to Hollie and we all made nice sitting in front of the cafe
For one brief moment I felt normal again
and then a wasp stung me on the neck
END OF DAY 1.
And now the much more concise day 2. It was all pretty okay, there was a moment of zaniness where, with Hollies laptop webcam, we all sat around using the digital effects to distort our faces. We laughed till we cried, (though that is a cliche).
And the day was good. Then I caught the bus home and for a few brief moments the day was BRILLIANT.
I'd divuldge why but I'm sure I'd just embarass myself in front of no audience, it's a psychological thing... perhaps I'll talk about it next tuesday. Back when everything is normal again. But I will tell you my story about the bus ride I took yesterday that I told several people today purely to make conversation.
There were these maniac 13 yr old teeny boppers on my bus yesterday, sitting up the back trying to impress their male companion. This one red headed girl said this,
"Yeah and I full out jumped her n I grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the desk and I was full out beating her, I punched her right in the face and then the principal saw me and they knew that they couldn't touch me so they full out called the police."
I was sitting there like, "Oh My GAWD!" don't make eye contact, just keep looking straight ahead...
I mena what is with all these rough pre-teens nowadays?
It's crazy.
- I'm amazed at how well painting clear nailpolish on my iPod stickers has made them turn out...
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- pretzel4u
- April 5th, 2008
awake
So in light of my new livejournal life I've decided to change my journal theme. So now I have this awesome one bought to you by the good people at... ... JB Hi Fi
Hmm... maybe one day I'll even decide on a text colour... doubt it, but still... I may even change my display pictures to a colour OTHER than purple.
I dunno how many people would trust a livejournal user who writes in murky light green...
I have BIG news everyone. Sit on the edge of your seats and pretend to listen. Today I went to the AQUARIUM and bought 6 fish! I'm completely psyched! Or, as psyched as anyone can be about fish, I've always thought that fish have more on an ornamental status than pet... But when you've got that plastic bag full of water in your lap, your in the car and you feel those little guys flicking around going 'What the hell is happening!?!?' you know that it's so much more than a pet. When you rinse out the aquarium paraphernalia in the sink, condition the water and float the fish in tank you compare it to the process of being born, how the fish were ripped from the comfort of their tank and all.
However I've officially been a fish owner for 10 hours now... and they've gone back to being decorative... it was still a very emotional experience. It's great, I feel like Chris off of Skins.
The emotions I go through in a day are incredible compared to the mediocrity of the things I actually do.
I never actually considered buying a fish tank, I've had bad experiences with owning fish, I don't understand why these pet shop owners give me such shocking advice (the man at the store told me to not feed these guys for 2 days, I wonder if I should believe him). In fact I actually got this fish tank from a raffle at my sister's ballet school, a ticket I bought out of guilt, I won third place, that's a fish tank and 10 easter eggs.
I promise that, when I save up enough money to buy a digital camera, assuming that one of these days I will get a job, I will post pictures of these fish, These incredible fish.
I've only named 3 of them, and these are TRULY awesome names I warn you, one day I will name my children these names, they are
Rocky
Nacho
(that's Nacho Pop from So You Think You Can Dance)
and
Strobe
There is no picture of Strobe because I got the name from one of my uni tutors, it's a cool name and it'd be pretty weird if I had a picture of one of my uni tutors. That leaves me 3 fish left to name! But I've been kinda thinking Whizz and Zip for my two zebra fish (they're tiny) so I have 1 gold fish left to name.
I could gab on about my fish all day but I've decided that I want to keep my entries pretty concise. I promise next entry I will talk about the stuff I wanted to talk about yesterday and was intending to talk about today if it weren't for this monumentous event.
- Argh! What an awful 3 months!
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- pretzel4u
- April 5th, 2008
- thoughtful
So like I was saying, Shrek... that was bad... Yeah but that came out HOW long ago? Hmm... it doth seem that I haven't used this account in a while... And justly so, heck, I didn't even remember what server I was using to keep this blog in if i hadn't linked the words 'Fruits Basket' on my myspace account. Yes, I was so ready to review manga, but I had no appreciation for the time it consumed. Oh the time it consumes... it will one day consume us all... like the blob, W.O.W. and the fear of drinking recycled water.
SO Now we could all go on about who hasn't blgged in almost a year this and who forgot about their livejournal account that, but you know where that would leave us? We'd be trapped in a world of virtual fantasy warcraft stuck in the worst drought in the history of the world while a giant ball of green goop devours the planet! I don't want that, you don't want that, nobody wants that.
Thankfully we don't live in a world like that,
We're a long way off playing W.O.W. for an eternity yet, baby.
So rationally there's no need to apologise!
In a way, it's as though I'm beginning my livejournal journey again...
It's 12:19 AM in the middle of the night, I have a Social Inquiry assignment due less than a week from now, and I'm not sleeping because I spent the day sitting in this EXACT spot in a vain effort to research the Social Impact of Gangs in Australia and I've been eating chocolate... so why not blog?
Though I lie, I've been thinking about resuming this again for a while, I just thought the readers of my regular myspace blog wouldn't digg the Brittany philosophy of telling people to do things like watch this, read that, listen to this. No they prefer my angry narcisstic ramblings about my life.
And trust me ladies and gentlemen, it's only a matter of time.
It's been playing like a tape recorder in the back of my mind, that I want to do this again.
And so goes the introductory blog of hopefully many numerous, syncopatedly updated, awkwardly phrased entries.
- Hell hath no fury like a LiveJournal user who just deleted her blog!
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- pretzel4u
- June 17th, 2007
frustrated
A round of applause everybody! No really, go on, why not give a hand to the person who, not only deleted her blog update yesterday, got pissed off and sulked for the rest of the evening, but just now, YES, just now deleted her NEW entry and I don't even know how! Damned keyboard shortcuts actually... I HATE EM!
OH I AM SO ANGRY! Hell hath no fury like a LiveJournal user who just deleted her blog!
Well I'll just say the basics of what I was writing, basically, I'm rewriting my Chemistry Intro for the 5th time which depresses me. I don't even KNOW WHY I do Chemistry anyway!
I'm finding it hard to grasp how pH affects Solubility, which annoys me. The assignment is on Hydroponics and I'm focusing on the Concentrations of solutions, yeah just wanted to sound superior for a second.
I know I said I'd review another manga, and I did, I just think I didn't do it well. I mean, I hardly did Fruits Basket any justice did I? So I decided that I'd just talk about how much I hated Shrek 3.
SHREK 3 - movie
Of all the "3" movies I've seen this year, I think I liked this one the least, and that's not because I'm feeling angry as I type this. There was nothing memorable about this movie (except for maybe Julie Andrews grunting loudly as she bashes her head through a solid brick wall, which was as confusing as it was awkward) All of the funny bits (if there were any) were used up in the trailors. Shrek has lost his edge, what went wrong? The anti-social you-don't-think-he's-compensating-for-something Shrek who took on the Knights of Lord Farquads Kingdom to "Bad Reputation" by Half Cocked has been repaced with a hideously paternal ogre with no good one liners.
I don't even like Justin TImberlake, but I feel sorry for him to be cast into such a half-assed loser, half-assed king and lame but not in the way the director intended. And the ending was so BAD!
I liked was the addition of the Princesses and the scenes from High School, for all the other parts I was tapping my fingers in impatience while silently wondering when it would finish and when the 4 yr old behind me would stop kicking my seat.
- Decided that I'd Review manga instead!
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- pretzel4u
- June 9th, 2007
hyper
QUICK CLICK TO REVIEW: Fruits Basket Review
Hello all! Decided that since I read too much manga and feel that others should do the same, that I am going to rate and review manga from my favourite and not favourite manga list!
DIG THE MANGA REVOLUTION!
Follow me and you will be on a path to a higher appreciation of manga, lol, how... zen. You don't even need any money, in fact I only own 2 volumes of manga, (stupid bookshop not supplying tokyopop) Lol, such a library nerd...
Yeah, I also watch SOME anime, but it's not my specialty (my specialty is Shojo Manga!).
Truth be told, my English skills have been going down the drain lately, so this is good practice, excuse any and all shoddy grammar! It will surely get better as time goes on! I'll start with maybe, a manga review a week, and see where it goes from there.
Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya(So far 21 volumes, 17 of which have been translated into English, I’ve read 15)
Always start with the favourites, and trust me, if you haven’t read Fruits Basket then you are missing out on one heck of a manga! I feel Fruits Basket bridges a gap between all (or many) of the comic groups, it’s shojo, it’s drama, it’s comedy and at times it’s kinda twisted (I mean EVERYONE has a past).
The main character is Tohru Honda, and the wonderful about her is that she’s adorable, naive and upbeat, but not annoying! (Lol, trust me people that’s brownie points) Tohru’s mother died, and, with nowhere else to go, she sets up a tent (unknowingly) on Sohma Property. When discovered by Yuki (School Prince, with his own fan club) and Shigure, Tohru is invited to live in the Sohma House. A rich and powerful family who live under a curse. When members of the zodiac are hugged by the opposite sex, they change into their zodiac animal! Lol, my description hardly does it justice, but it all makes sense when you read it. Slowly all the characters are revealed (Like Kyo, whose ultimate goal is to defeat Yuki for reasons I know and you have to find out) and the plot thickens.
It’s the kind of manga that you have to take breaks from reading because it gets so heavy. The depth of the characters is amazing! My favourite manga ever, check out the anime also (though it’s not as good as the manga). I recommend this for first time manga readers, as it was the first manga I ever read. In a word, Tantalising…
