Hmm. It just occured to me that my oldest blog entry was about the very first time I tampered with the art of hair colourants. Less of a vanity thing and more of a boredom versus change thing. Mahogany and dark brown with copper highlights, if I recall correctly. A year and a half is really not a long time ago, but it's a long enough time span for a girl's hair to get chopped, sizzled and burned, as my brother would say. And what he means by that is that said hair has undergone vigorous haircuts, being slathered with bleaching agents and lit on fire (that last one was an accident). Though, last time it actually turned out alright.
This time, the colour of choice is blue black. For all of the mundanely unobservant people out there, no you probably won't be able to tell the difference between black and blue black. But, ah. For those who never noticed, my hair is actually brown black. A wussy black, you can say. I would like a strong, blueish tinge super cool jet black, please. And fries and coke too, while you're at it.
Well, here I am now again. It feels so deja vu-ey just sitting here with a patch of oddly coloured skin on the inside of my elbow (you know that crook in you arm when your skin feels all soft and nice?). Yeah, I decided to do the allergy test. You know, just in case I don't and then my whole face swells up and pops and I explode. I'm not really sure what's supposed to happen, though. All I know is that when I put the stuff on, it was yellow and now it's blacky bluey purple. Like I've just had the world's most unsuccessful blood test.
I take it that if my arm falls off, that's a sure sign of a bad reaction. It probably doesn't help that I'm listening to Lenka's trouble is a friend ("Trouble, he will find you no matter where you go, Oh Oh").
Hmmmm.
Maaaaah.
It's become somewhat of a tradition now to blog about hair dyeing, I suppose. There really is nothing better to do when you're sitting around unable to get anything on your arm and you smell like toilet bleach.
Yes, well. Shall tell how it goes.
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Mellow
Before you read, if you're one of those people who frown upon yellow
WHAT WOULD YOU IF THE SUN TURNED GREEN?
Yes. That's all. Food for thought.
I like the colour yellow. It's bright. And cheery. And it's my favourite colour.
I know I said red was my favourite colour, but I changed my mind; it's yellow.
Actually, before red became my favourite colour, my favourite colour was yellow.
So you can say that yellow is my official long-lasting favourite colour.
Oh, but in my pre-primary scrapbook I listed my favourite colour as red.
Yeah, so technically red was favourited first.
But, whatever man, because you shouldn't let the past hold you back. If I want my favourite colour to be yellow, my favourite colour's not going to be purple. It's going to be yellow.
Because I like yellow. A lot.
As you can see, I hereby type in yellow. It's getting kind of hard to see what I'm writing. I hope my blog layout background is dark. I can't remember.
Yellow.
Just think of all the cool stuff that's yellow.
Yellow canaries. Yellow flowers. Yellow sun. Yellow glue stick. Yellow cheese.
Yeah, that's right. Yellow rocks.
WHAT WOULD YOU IF THE SUN TURNED GREEN?
Yes. That's all. Food for thought.
I like the colour yellow. It's bright. And cheery. And it's my favourite colour.
I know I said red was my favourite colour, but I changed my mind; it's yellow.
Actually, before red became my favourite colour, my favourite colour was yellow.
So you can say that yellow is my official long-lasting favourite colour.
Oh, but in my pre-primary scrapbook I listed my favourite colour as red.
Yeah, so technically red was favourited first.
But, whatever man, because you shouldn't let the past hold you back. If I want my favourite colour to be yellow, my favourite colour's not going to be purple. It's going to be yellow.
Because I like yellow. A lot.
As you can see, I hereby type in yellow. It's getting kind of hard to see what I'm writing. I hope my blog layout background is dark. I can't remember.
Yellow.
Just think of all the cool stuff that's yellow.
Yellow canaries. Yellow flowers. Yellow sun. Yellow glue stick. Yellow cheese.
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Le Pont
Hmm. Well, I just thought I'd take a vacation from my prolonged bloggitory absence and say that I've grown increasingly fond of bridges lately.
Ah. My favourite.
I'm considering building a bridge out of LEGO from my bed to my bookshelf so I don't have to get off my bed when I want to grab a book. I just have to find out if it'll support my weight first.
Not only do they provide handy shortcuts across busy roads, raging waters filled with crocodiles and the perfect place to escape off to inside your mind during times of intense pain, they are rather nice to look at.
(Check it out! A bridge AND tunnel rolled into one! It'd be so much better underwater with sharks and stingrays battling out all around it though.)
Ah. My favourite.
I'm considering building a bridge out of LEGO from my bed to my bookshelf so I don't have to get off my bed when I want to grab a book. I just have to find out if it'll support my weight first.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
Tink
And now she's all glamming up in her pom pom shoes with her little fairy friends, dancing around screen like she's the happiest, sweetest little pixie you'll ever see.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Ruling margins
For a place where we're (HOMOPHONE!... Wow. What a funny word) supposed to be learning things, we waste a surprising amount of time on useless, brainkilling rituals and activities. Let me list some of them:
1. Uniform. As facebook so kindly states - we attend school for an education not a uniform lecture.
2. Greetings: "Good morning class!"
(sing song voices) "Good MORNing Mrs Smith"
Multiply this by the seven or so classes you have a day, then by five days a week, and forty odd weeks a year... (you do the math).
I think teachers must feel insulted by this. Isn't it better to have no greeting at all, than an un-heartfelt, sarcastic automatic reaction from students?
3. Lateness. Okay, so I can understand fifteen minutes... but seriously, three minutes after the bell? That's harsh. You know, I think they're just cranky and in the mood to bust someone.
The list infinitely goes on, however I kindly recognize that half of my readers probably read my blog after school, in which rambling on about school would do nothing to lift their dimly down trodded rained-on spirits.
Just one more thing. MARGINS. You know, those red lines you have to rule on exercise books? Yeah, the other day I realized how useless they are. For those of you who have been mercifully blessed enough not to know what margins are, let me just corrupt your minds:
(Insert dramatic music and loud gasp)
I think ruling them up is a statement, just teacher enforcing tradition. Because in the end, what on earth is the point of a margin? An ugly red line across your page. It wastes paper and pen ink. I mean, think of all the other better things we could be doing with pen ink. Like,grafitiing (grafitying?) Wait, that's a different word. Yeah, I just discovered that I can't spell the verb grafiti without writing "gratifying". Okay. Like, GRAFITI-ing. Ha ha ha. Only kidding.
... Why do I just feel like the joke was lost?
1. Uniform. As facebook so kindly states - we attend school for an education not a uniform lecture.
2. Greetings: "Good morning class!"
(sing song voices) "Good MORNing Mrs Smith"
Multiply this by the seven or so classes you have a day, then by five days a week, and forty odd weeks a year... (you do the math).
I think teachers must feel insulted by this. Isn't it better to have no greeting at all, than an un-heartfelt, sarcastic automatic reaction from students?
3. Lateness. Okay, so I can understand fifteen minutes... but seriously, three minutes after the bell? That's harsh. You know, I think they're just cranky and in the mood to bust someone.
The list infinitely goes on, however I kindly recognize that half of my readers probably read my blog after school, in which rambling on about school would do nothing to lift their dimly down trodded rained-on spirits.
Just one more thing. MARGINS. You know, those red lines you have to rule on exercise books? Yeah, the other day I realized how useless they are. For those of you who have been mercifully blessed enough not to know what margins are, let me just corrupt your minds:
I think ruling them up is a statement, just teacher enforcing tradition. Because in the end, what on earth is the point of a margin? An ugly red line across your page. It wastes paper and pen ink. I mean, think of all the other better things we could be doing with pen ink. Like,
... Why do I just feel like the joke was lost?
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Saturday, 28 August 2010
The mobile blogger!
So some couple of months after getting me hands on a shiny new mobile (NOKIAs, chyeah! As a friend of mine once said, you can fight wars with these indestructable little gadgets) I wondered what would happen if I tried to blog from it. It would sure spell the end of the long, awkward fortnitely silences between posts.
Anyway, though I'm not a phone fanatic (why text when you can freely use msn? Although when you look at your internet bill, that isn't exactly what you'd call free. I just say it is because I don't have to pay for the net bill. On the other hand, I don't pay for my phone bill either... Thanks, mum!) I'm really quite fond of my sidekick. By sidekick, I mean, like, companion. Not the phone brand. Err, is there a phone brand 'Sidekick' anyway? Because if there isn't, there ought to be. As I think I was saying... I like my mobile. It's a writer-friendly phone. I am forever indebted to NOKIA... And the nice man at Crazy Johns.
By the way, sorry if I repeat myself. The screen is kind of skinny, and I'm not much of a scroller, so I can only read back around 8 lines.
So here it is. My very first 100% authentic mobile blog. I wonder how much it's going to cost. You followers had better all feast your eyes and appreciate this post. It could be worth a couple of dollars.
And with all said and done, I'm going to excitedly attempt to post this... And go off to eat KFC. Oh, yeah.
Anyway, though I'm not a phone fanatic (why text when you can freely use msn? Although when you look at your internet bill, that isn't exactly what you'd call free. I just say it is because I don't have to pay for the net bill. On the other hand, I don't pay for my phone bill either... Thanks, mum!) I'm really quite fond of my sidekick. By sidekick, I mean, like, companion. Not the phone brand. Err, is there a phone brand 'Sidekick' anyway? Because if there isn't, there ought to be. As I think I was saying... I like my mobile. It's a writer-friendly phone. I am forever indebted to NOKIA... And the nice man at Crazy Johns.
By the way, sorry if I repeat myself. The screen is kind of skinny, and I'm not much of a scroller, so I can only read back around 8 lines.
So here it is. My very first 100% authentic mobile blog. I wonder how much it's going to cost. You followers had better all feast your eyes and appreciate this post. It could be worth a couple of dollars.
And with all said and done, I'm going to excitedly attempt to post this... And go off to eat KFC. Oh, yeah.
Sunday, 15 August 2010
The Reganitfecken Revolution!
So the other day in economics, Cindy and I were doing some bad things. By which I mean we were searching our blogs on the internet whilst we were supposed to be doing some boring number statistics calculating thing on Microsoft Excel. It was then that I hit my last year's blog, Random Blah Blahs, and was filled with nostalgic longing and really realized that I have somewhat lost the will and ability to actually blog properly, randomly, uselessly and that my current blog is starting to disintegrate into a filthy waste of cyberspace (assonance!). So, anyway, what I'm getting at is that I'm going to recapulate (is that a word) the randomness and ludricosity (is that a word too?) of what this blog was originally intended to have.
Yup. And how better to do that than by rattling off about...
Cool words!
These words are some of my favourites. They sound cool when you say them over and over again, they sound cool when you use them in long sentences, they sound cool when you use them as one word answers, they sound cool when you want to insult someone, and they are perfect for filling in awkward silences:
Angst, Nostalgia, Malk (pronounced "Malk" not "Molk"), Leopluradon, Subwoofa, Smorgusbord, Serendipity, Phalanges, Aish!, Antisocial, Specificity, Czechoslovakia (which, although no longer exists - we were forced to spell it in year five thanks to some overly intelligent smart alec), Expelliarmus, Schmuck, Robust, Barf, Dabble, Brandish, Nooble, Exoskeleton, Muffalated, Qwertylope, Munted...
...and so much more...
When you're feeling particularly risky, bored or wanting to sound intelligent - try using all of them in one, long sentence. This is a great idea when you're at a fancy function or party such as your lousy relative's wedding reception.
And, to wrap up today's lovely session, I drew a picture on paint!
Enjoy.
Yup. And how better to do that than by rattling off about...
Cool words!
These words are some of my favourites. They sound cool when you say them over and over again, they sound cool when you use them in long sentences, they sound cool when you use them as one word answers, they sound cool when you want to insult someone, and they are perfect for filling in awkward silences:
Angst, Nostalgia, Malk (pronounced "Malk" not "Molk"), Leopluradon, Subwoofa, Smorgusbord, Serendipity, Phalanges, Aish!, Antisocial, Specificity, Czechoslovakia (which, although no longer exists - we were forced to spell it in year five thanks to some overly intelligent smart alec), Expelliarmus, Schmuck, Robust, Barf, Dabble, Brandish, Nooble, Exoskeleton, Muffalated, Qwertylope, Munted...
...and so much more...
When you're feeling particularly risky, bored or wanting to sound intelligent - try using all of them in one, long sentence. This is a great idea when you're at a fancy function or party such as your lousy relative's wedding reception.
And, to wrap up today's lovely session, I drew a picture on paint!
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Zoooooom.
Sorry, my English assignment still isn't done yet. I've just gotten caught up in so many other things... but... I have some highly amusing news! You've probably already heard it....but....oh well, here it is anyway:
Jet Blue flight attendant, Steven Slater, 39, dramatically resigned after a row with a passenger by activating the emergency slide and sliding down it, beer in hand, at New York's JFK airport. A passenger had tried to open the overhead compartment before being instructed to by the cabin crew. Slater reprimanded the passenger after a piece of luggage reportedly landed on him and a row ensued, according to eye witnesses. Slater then proceeded to announce his immediate resignation using the on-board PA system.
Passenger Philip Catelinet said Slater announced 'To the passenger who called me a **Bad Words**. I’ve been in this business 28 years. And that’s it, I’m done.’
He then grabbed at least one beer, activated the slide, went down it and ran to his car. Slater was arrested some time later at his New York state home and charged with criminal mischief, reckless endangerment and trespassing.
Poor guy. Must've been a build up of stress and bad day syndrome before he finally cracked it.
All I can say.....is that I wish I'd been there.
Jet Blue flight attendant, Steven Slater, 39, dramatically resigned after a row with a passenger by activating the emergency slide and sliding down it, beer in hand, at New York's JFK airport. A passenger had tried to open the overhead compartment before being instructed to by the cabin crew. Slater reprimanded the passenger after a piece of luggage reportedly landed on him and a row ensued, according to eye witnesses. Slater then proceeded to announce his immediate resignation using the on-board PA system.
Passenger Philip Catelinet said Slater announced 'To the passenger who called me a **Bad Words**. I’ve been in this business 28 years. And that’s it, I’m done.’
He then grabbed at least one beer, activated the slide, went down it and ran to his car. Slater was arrested some time later at his New York state home and charged with criminal mischief, reckless endangerment and trespassing.
Poor guy. Must've been a build up of stress and bad day syndrome before he finally cracked it.
All I can say.....is that I wish I'd been there.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Oh, wow. 2010 is eight months old? Congratulations!
I know. I am a lousy blogger :o
But I'll come with something good after I kill my To Kill a Mockingbird English assignment.
In the mean time, GO WATCH INCEPTION!
I saw it yesterday, and wow... one of the best movies I've seen.
Just do yourself a favour and head to the movies. Like, now.
And by the way... what's happened to Google imgages? It's, ah...updated? Ha. It's different.
Oh, and Happy August.
But I'll come with something good after I kill my To Kill a Mockingbird English assignment.
In the mean time, GO WATCH INCEPTION!
I saw it yesterday, and wow... one of the best movies I've seen.
Just do yourself a favour and head to the movies. Like, now.
And by the way... what's happened to Google imgages? It's, ah...updated? Ha. It's different.
Oh, and Happy August.
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