Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Happy dancing and mad cackling.
Okay, so I blog when I want to procrastinate. So shoot me. Actually, don't. I actually like my life right now, I'd like to keep it. No, that's not an invitation to shoot me in a non fatal area. I digress. As usual.
I guess you can say things are a helluva lot better since I last posted. Well, they're fluctuating. Right now, I'm deliriously happy. I blame the chocolate (and the cake) I had at my cousin's house. A lot can change in a week. I've been writing a lot more (you can blame Chung for that); got about four different fics on the go, and they're not too bad, now I think back. Couple of them are as cheesy as a fondue but oh well. Cheese is fun to write and it makes me happy. To paraphrase a quote that I've probably now butchered and can't actually remember who it's from: "Write for you; at least then you please one person. If other people like it, then you've got an audience."
In terms of the whole friends thing. At the moment, I really don't care. I've got my two best friends (well, sisters as I consider them now), my IB group who apparently love me the way I am (crazy people, I'm convinced IB's driven them mad), and a group of friends who I do actually like and who like me.
Uh, grades. Still convinced I'm going to fail Maths and Chemistry but right now I'm of the mind that I'm invincible and there is nothing that I can't at least understand.
I feel like me again, in short. Funny how all it took was a little sugar. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down? Evidently not just medicine. -happy dance-
Monday, 2 April 2012
I've missed my blog.
I really have. I'm quite sorry I abandoned it but I'm not sorry what I abandoned it for. I am talking, of course, about Tumblr. That being said, I miss writing and just being all feelingy on here.
Well. Got quite a few things to get off my chest, and since I know like no one reads this any more, I can be as open as I want. Not that I wouldn't have before; I've given up guarding my feelings etc. on the internet. It's real life you have to watch out for. I guess that's my first point: I miss having someone I can be completely me with. It's something I only fully realised in the past week - there's one or maybe two people who actually know the real me. Heck, I'm still trying to pinpoint the real me so to have friends who can actually cope with that makes me feel pretty damn lucky. Chung, you're definitely one of those two; Anna, you're kinda the obvious other.
Another thing: it's getting harder and harder to present a brave face to the outside world. This holiday really did come at the right time, I honestly feel as though I was about to shatter should one more thing hit it in the right spot. Back to the original point - it links to the one up there ^ with the whole real me thing. My group of friends... well, I'm only going to be with them for less than two years now. But for some reason, I no longer really fit with them. Something's changed. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only one doing IB in my little group, I don't know but it's not the same any more. I know I shouldn't have expected it to be, but it'd be nice if it was.
God, this is so whiny and cliché... Welp, moving on (don't worry, only two more things to go and then you can go back to pretending I don't exist),
Grades. Dear god help me, I swear I am going to fail everything and then I won't get into university, therefore I won't get a good job (heck, I won't get a job at all), and I will become a hobo and then die. In all seriousness, though, I am freaking the fuck out. Well, not exactly. Basically, I panic for a bit, get distracted, be productive, realise I know next to nothing, and panic again. Maths and Chemistry are my downfalls at the moment, and I actually have no idea how I'm going to understand both because they just make absolutely no sense. And unless I'm willing to give up everything to understand those two subjects, I see no way out. Also, university in general. I think I know what I want to study but just ARGH, what if it's not the right course for me?! Should I start visiting universities now (answer here is yes) but where's the time? Shouldn't my parents be helping me slightly with this? (answer here is yes, again) I know I come across as a cocky little shit even to my family, but the truth is I'm fucking terrified and that's the only way I can deal with it or I risk breaking down. Does that even make sense?
Lastly, writing. I write, yes. I like to think I write quite well and I've recently (not so recently now) taken it up again and started writing fanfiction again. However, when I read my friends' work, it just puts mine to shame, it really does. I get told I write well, but in comparison to others, it's terrible. My stories are too short, they are choppy, the ideas may be good but they don't come across as well as I would hope... Feh.
Okay. So that was the insight into my brain. Hopefully you will leave vaguely unscarred. Honestly, this was just a huge emotion dump, I'm not like this all the time.
Well. Got quite a few things to get off my chest, and since I know like no one reads this any more, I can be as open as I want. Not that I wouldn't have before; I've given up guarding my feelings etc. on the internet. It's real life you have to watch out for. I guess that's my first point: I miss having someone I can be completely me with. It's something I only fully realised in the past week - there's one or maybe two people who actually know the real me. Heck, I'm still trying to pinpoint the real me so to have friends who can actually cope with that makes me feel pretty damn lucky. Chung, you're definitely one of those two; Anna, you're kinda the obvious other.
Another thing: it's getting harder and harder to present a brave face to the outside world. This holiday really did come at the right time, I honestly feel as though I was about to shatter should one more thing hit it in the right spot. Back to the original point - it links to the one up there ^ with the whole real me thing. My group of friends... well, I'm only going to be with them for less than two years now. But for some reason, I no longer really fit with them. Something's changed. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only one doing IB in my little group, I don't know but it's not the same any more. I know I shouldn't have expected it to be, but it'd be nice if it was.
God, this is so whiny and cliché... Welp, moving on (don't worry, only two more things to go and then you can go back to pretending I don't exist),
Grades. Dear god help me, I swear I am going to fail everything and then I won't get into university, therefore I won't get a good job (heck, I won't get a job at all), and I will become a hobo and then die. In all seriousness, though, I am freaking the fuck out. Well, not exactly. Basically, I panic for a bit, get distracted, be productive, realise I know next to nothing, and panic again. Maths and Chemistry are my downfalls at the moment, and I actually have no idea how I'm going to understand both because they just make absolutely no sense. And unless I'm willing to give up everything to understand those two subjects, I see no way out. Also, university in general. I think I know what I want to study but just ARGH, what if it's not the right course for me?! Should I start visiting universities now (answer here is yes) but where's the time? Shouldn't my parents be helping me slightly with this? (answer here is yes, again) I know I come across as a cocky little shit even to my family, but the truth is I'm fucking terrified and that's the only way I can deal with it or I risk breaking down. Does that even make sense?
Lastly, writing. I write, yes. I like to think I write quite well and I've recently (not so recently now) taken it up again and started writing fanfiction again. However, when I read my friends' work, it just puts mine to shame, it really does. I get told I write well, but in comparison to others, it's terrible. My stories are too short, they are choppy, the ideas may be good but they don't come across as well as I would hope... Feh.
Okay. So that was the insight into my brain. Hopefully you will leave vaguely unscarred. Honestly, this was just a huge emotion dump, I'm not like this all the time.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Last night was prom and today is the summer solstice. How 'bout that?
I was one of the people going to prom who thought it really wasn't going to be worth it and, as is usually the case, I was wrong. I think people might be getting a bit sick of hearing me talk about prom... oh well, after today methinks I'll be tired of talking about it.
Anyway, I went 'round a friend's house to get ready (spent most of that time watching Dostana and playing on the Wii, shh) i.e. get hair done (it was pretty, but kinda painful at the time because there were French plaits involved), make up (minimal. I don't wear make up. Like ever), and sort out dresses etc. Mine was (was? Still is...) this blue strapless affair which I was afraid was going to be a bit (hah, understatement) of a problem seeing as I am extremely lacking in the chest region and it didn't look like I was about to magically grow slightly larger mammaries in an hour. The problem with the dress was that it stayed up all right, but if I was going to be dancing around, there was a risk that it would fall, a situation that I would really rather avoid. Thankfully, my friend's mum is a lifesaver and had this sort of double sided tape for dresses and those unfortunates with a small chest. I went to prom with my dress glued to my body. And I shall never get tired of telling people that little bit of information because it's just way too funny.
Looks like it worked!
Now, prom itself. THERE WAS A CANDY BUFFET. A CANDY BUFFET. So, naturally, my clutch bag was filled with as many sweets as possible. Well, how else was I going to survive the evening on about four hours of sleep?
Anyway, pretty much the first thing we all did was squeal (very loudly) at what everyone was wearing etc. I have never felt so ridiculously girly in a long time. And then my friend and I legged it as fast as is humanly possible to leg it in heels to the candy buffet to drool for a bit.
We had a professional photographer there who was incredibly patient with us all (I honestly do now know how they managed to keep so calm). We each were allowed one free photo and any others after that cost something like 10 squids and up. Surprisingly, there wasn't that huge a queue for the photos...
Time passed, dances were danced, feet started aching horribly, people started taking shoes off. I had intended to go the whole night with my shoes on, just out of sheer determination but I soon realised that this would be akin to leaping through a bonfire while covered in oil and expecting to come out the other side completely fine. So the shoes were discarded eventually and we ended up dancing around outside on the wet grass. Important tip: If you have sore feet from wearing dastardly evil heels, take 'em off and go dance around in wet grass. Then go back to dancing barefoot inside.
So, yeah... my prom in a nutshell. Everyone looked absolutely gorgeous and it was a magical night, as cheesy as that sounds.
Anyway, I went 'round a friend's house to get ready (spent most of that time watching Dostana and playing on the Wii, shh) i.e. get hair done (it was pretty, but kinda painful at the time because there were French plaits involved), make up (minimal. I don't wear make up. Like ever), and sort out dresses etc. Mine was (was? Still is...) this blue strapless affair which I was afraid was going to be a bit (hah, understatement) of a problem seeing as I am extremely lacking in the chest region and it didn't look like I was about to magically grow slightly larger mammaries in an hour. The problem with the dress was that it stayed up all right, but if I was going to be dancing around, there was a risk that it would fall, a situation that I would really rather avoid. Thankfully, my friend's mum is a lifesaver and had this sort of double sided tape for dresses and those unfortunates with a small chest. I went to prom with my dress glued to my body. And I shall never get tired of telling people that little bit of information because it's just way too funny.
Now, prom itself. THERE WAS A CANDY BUFFET. A CANDY BUFFET. So, naturally, my clutch bag was filled with as many sweets as possible. Well, how else was I going to survive the evening on about four hours of sleep?
We had a professional photographer there who was incredibly patient with us all (I honestly do now know how they managed to keep so calm). We each were allowed one free photo and any others after that cost something like 10 squids and up. Surprisingly, there wasn't that huge a queue for the photos...
Time passed, dances were danced, feet started aching horribly, people started taking shoes off. I had intended to go the whole night with my shoes on, just out of sheer determination but I soon realised that this would be akin to leaping through a bonfire while covered in oil and expecting to come out the other side completely fine. So the shoes were discarded eventually and we ended up dancing around outside on the wet grass. Important tip: If you have sore feet from wearing dastardly evil heels, take 'em off and go dance around in wet grass. Then go back to dancing barefoot inside.
So, yeah... my prom in a nutshell. Everyone looked absolutely gorgeous and it was a magical night, as cheesy as that sounds.
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
I'm bored. And out of chocolate.
12. Movie scores make me go all tingly. Seriously, you cannot listen to this without shivering a bit.
13. After seeing a movie once or twice, I can probably quote lines either as they're being said or just randomly. It gets a bit annoying for anyone watching with me.
14. I bite my nails a lot. They are pretty much stubs.
15. Whenever I get a new song, I listen to it on repeat for ages. I'm not sure how many other people do that.
So...
Um, yeah.
13. After seeing a movie once or twice, I can probably quote lines either as they're being said or just randomly. It gets a bit annoying for anyone watching with me.
14. I bite my nails a lot. They are pretty much stubs.
15. Whenever I get a new song, I listen to it on repeat for ages. I'm not sure how many other people do that.
So...
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
11.
11. People say that courage is the ability to carry on regardless of whether you're scared of whatever you're doing. If that's the case, I guess I must be brave 'cause I'm terrified that I'm gonna do something stupid and mess my whole life up because of my big mouth and my inability to control what comes out of it. Is this a confession? It'll have to do, I don't care if it's a confession or not.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
More things.
6. I'm short. Very short.
7. I'm terrified that I'm going to fail all my science exams.
8. I really don't like Katniss from the Hunger Games and I think her, Peeta and Gale should have died at the end of Mockingjay. Or maybe just her...
9. I'm half tempted to get dreadlocks.
10. The only things I can draw are swirly patterny things.
Remember what Uncle Remus says, kids!
7. I'm terrified that I'm going to fail all my science exams.
8. I really don't like Katniss from the Hunger Games and I think her, Peeta and Gale should have died at the end of Mockingjay. Or maybe just her...
9. I'm half tempted to get dreadlocks.
10. The only things I can draw are swirly patterny things.
Remember what Uncle Remus says, kids!
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
Stolen from a friend; dunno if she knows yet. Anyway...
100 Things You May Or May Not Know About Me But Probably Do
Methinks I'll post these in chunks. It seems slightly like cheating if I end up with 100 more posts just because of this. At least it does to me.
Anyway, lets start things simply, shall we?
1. I'm currently 16 years of age in Earth years.
2. My Gujarati is deplorable.
3. I love to read.
3. I think this "100 Things" thing seems a little bit conceited somehow.
4. I love the blue Skittles they are currently producing in the normal Skittles packs.
5. My favourite colour is purple or green. Maybe blue or yellow. Sometimes red... it varies from day to day, week to week. But never pink.
Oh, and I don't think I ever told you guys what was true and what was false on this. So, all of these things are true apart from number 6. I don't particularly want my brain to be used for research 'cause in the future they've probably got all sorts of freaky ways to extract past thoughts and memories etc. and I would like mine to remain in my brain where they can't scare people.
Well, I think that's everything. Wish me luck in my exam tomorrow, m'dears! Ta ra!
^ I want this bed. Actually, I want a hammock in my bedroom and I asked mum whether I could get one. She said no. :( Someday...
Methinks I'll post these in chunks. It seems slightly like cheating if I end up with 100 more posts just because of this. At least it does to me.
Anyway, lets start things simply, shall we?
1. I'm currently 16 years of age in Earth years.
2. My Gujarati is deplorable.
3. I love to read.
3. I think this "100 Things" thing seems a little bit conceited somehow.
4. I love the blue Skittles they are currently producing in the normal Skittles packs.
5. My favourite colour is purple or green. Maybe blue or yellow. Sometimes red... it varies from day to day, week to week. But never pink.
Oh, and I don't think I ever told you guys what was true and what was false on this. So, all of these things are true apart from number 6. I don't particularly want my brain to be used for research 'cause in the future they've probably got all sorts of freaky ways to extract past thoughts and memories etc. and I would like mine to remain in my brain where they can't scare people.
Well, I think that's everything. Wish me luck in my exam tomorrow, m'dears! Ta ra!
^ I want this bed. Actually, I want a hammock in my bedroom and I asked mum whether I could get one. She said no. :( Someday...
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Alton Towers was fun but I have exams starting on Monday so here's a survey for you. It counts as a blog post.
Name?
Priya, usually.
Is your name on Blogger your name in real life? If not, what letter does your real name start with?
I dunno what name I put on Blogger. If it's "Funsize", then no. If it's "Priya", then yes.
Astrological sign?
I'mma fishy, so Pisces.
If there was a huge 'Blogspot Get-Together' where all bloggers were meant to come together and meet in real-life, would you go?
Depends who went.
Have you ever rejected someone?
I think so...
If so, was it harshly?
Well, it was at the time when we all thought that the opposite sex had cooties so yeah, li'l bit. Now I think back, he was actually quite nice.
Did they cry?
Don't think so.
Have you ever tried a cigarette?
Nope. Don't plan to, either.
Have you ever been high? If so, on what?
I'm high on life. And good books.
What are six things you find attractive when in the opposite gender?
This sounds ridiculously shallow and I would like it noted that this is the first time I've properly given thought to this kind of thing.
Uno: Good taste in books
Dos: Vaguely attractive
Tres: Willing to put up with my mental moments
Cuatro: Somewhat intelligent
Cinco: Can swear in languages that I don't know and is willing to teach me said swears
Seis: Sense of humour.
What are five things you find extremely unattractive in the opposite gender?
See the above question for my thoughts on this one.
Ek: Being a general prick
Be: Not bothering to take care of their appearance at all. Are there people like that? I don't know.
Trun: Um... being very dull?
Chaar: Patronising. There was one guy I knew and I felt like kneeing him in the crotch whenever he spoke. Anyway, moving on...
Paanch: Smelly. And not the good smelly with nice smells of baking and nice smelling deodorant stuff.
Answer only if you have a sibling: If your sibling wasn't your sibling, do you think you'd ever find him/her attractive and go out with him/her?
This is a messed up question. No way in hell.
Would you ever eat a caterpillar?
If it was cooked. I hear they're not that bad tasting...
Would you rather kiss a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender or tickle a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender?
Tickle.
Would you rather throw up on stage or fart on stage?
Fart. I can be quiet.
Would you ever sneak out of the house at night?
I sneak around in the house at night but there isn't really anywhere to sneak to out of the house.
Which five bloggers will you be tagging to take this survey as well?
None. Feel free to do this survey thingy if you want, though.
Priya, usually.
Is your name on Blogger your name in real life? If not, what letter does your real name start with?
I dunno what name I put on Blogger. If it's "Funsize", then no. If it's "Priya", then yes.
Astrological sign?
I'mma fishy, so Pisces.
If there was a huge 'Blogspot Get-Together' where all bloggers were meant to come together and meet in real-life, would you go?
Depends who went.
Have you ever rejected someone?
I think so...
If so, was it harshly?
Well, it was at the time when we all thought that the opposite sex had cooties so yeah, li'l bit. Now I think back, he was actually quite nice.
Did they cry?
Don't think so.
Have you ever tried a cigarette?
Nope. Don't plan to, either.
Have you ever been high? If so, on what?
I'm high on life. And good books.
What are six things you find attractive when in the opposite gender?
This sounds ridiculously shallow and I would like it noted that this is the first time I've properly given thought to this kind of thing.
Uno: Good taste in books
Dos: Vaguely attractive
Tres: Willing to put up with my mental moments
Cuatro: Somewhat intelligent
Cinco: Can swear in languages that I don't know and is willing to teach me said swears
Seis: Sense of humour.
What are five things you find extremely unattractive in the opposite gender?
See the above question for my thoughts on this one.
Ek: Being a general prick
Be: Not bothering to take care of their appearance at all. Are there people like that? I don't know.
Trun: Um... being very dull?
Chaar: Patronising. There was one guy I knew and I felt like kneeing him in the crotch whenever he spoke. Anyway, moving on...
Paanch: Smelly. And not the good smelly with nice smells of baking and nice smelling deodorant stuff.
Answer only if you have a sibling: If your sibling wasn't your sibling, do you think you'd ever find him/her attractive and go out with him/her?
This is a messed up question. No way in hell.
Would you ever eat a caterpillar?
If it was cooked. I hear they're not that bad tasting...
Would you rather kiss a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender or tickle a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender?
Tickle.
Would you rather throw up on stage or fart on stage?
Fart. I can be quiet.
Would you ever sneak out of the house at night?
I sneak around in the house at night but there isn't really anywhere to sneak to out of the house.
Which five bloggers will you be tagging to take this survey as well?
None. Feel free to do this survey thingy if you want, though.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Mildly serious post for once.
Those of you who know me know that I'm not the kind of person to be really serious, or the type of person who lets the mundaneness of life get me down. Those of you who don't know me... well, you just pretty much found out what I'm like.
But every so often things do get too much and I feel like I'm falling and I'm never gonna stop. Luckily this happens like once in a lunar cycle or something. It gets me thinking, though. During that one hour or half hour of despair (for want of a better word) I tend to think about everything that's making me feel like this. At the moment, it's exam stress (of course), worry about how the hell our world hasn't imploded yet and whether something devastating will happen tomorrow due freak weather uh... things because of the human race being greedy bastards and killing the Earth for resources and whatnot, and finally the closure of my school leading to the ending of the some of the best friendships I ever had. True, I will still keep in touch, but it won't be the same; it won't ever be the same again. And of course, on top of all that is the normal teen angst and confusion: "what'm I gonna do about such and such?! how'm I gonna deal with this other problem?! if this life now, is it even worth becoming an adult?! blah blah blah, you get the picture".
All of the above really surfaces on bad days some time in the aforementioned lunar cycle; the rest of the time, I lock these thoughts in a meat wrapped box and throw it to the ROUS' that live in the bottom of my mind in a miniature Fire Swamp.
Regular readers of my bwog may be thinking "Priya, why this sudden serious blog post?! Are you okay, are you dying, are you dead? Please don't die, I love you!" Most of you probably aren't thinking that but I like to imagine someone is. In all seriousness, though, I wrote this post after reading a couple of my friends' blogs and then doing some (more) thinking. That and I was slightly bored, realised I needed to blog and felt like being more serious than normal.
All of you, all of my friends, have touched my heart in some way and I wouldn't be half the person I am today without you. I love you guys from the heart of my bottom. <3
P.S. By the end of this post, I kinda forgot what I had started it about. Make of that what you will...
P.P.S. I now have The Wombats Proudly Present: This Modern Glitch and it is uh-mazing!
P.P.P.S. I finished my last GCSE language oral this week! Yay!
P.P.P.P.S. I have nothing to say here, I just wanted another postscript. Buh bye, my luvverlies!
But every so often things do get too much and I feel like I'm falling and I'm never gonna stop. Luckily this happens like once in a lunar cycle or something. It gets me thinking, though. During that one hour or half hour of despair (for want of a better word) I tend to think about everything that's making me feel like this. At the moment, it's exam stress (of course), worry about how the hell our world hasn't imploded yet and whether something devastating will happen tomorrow due freak weather uh... things because of the human race being greedy bastards and killing the Earth for resources and whatnot, and finally the closure of my school leading to the ending of the some of the best friendships I ever had. True, I will still keep in touch, but it won't be the same; it won't ever be the same again. And of course, on top of all that is the normal teen angst and confusion: "what'm I gonna do about such and such?! how'm I gonna deal with this other problem?! if this life now, is it even worth becoming an adult?! blah blah blah, you get the picture".
All of the above really surfaces on bad days some time in the aforementioned lunar cycle; the rest of the time, I lock these thoughts in a meat wrapped box and throw it to the ROUS' that live in the bottom of my mind in a miniature Fire Swamp.
Regular readers of my bwog may be thinking "Priya, why this sudden serious blog post?! Are you okay, are you dying, are you dead? Please don't die, I love you!" Most of you probably aren't thinking that but I like to imagine someone is. In all seriousness, though, I wrote this post after reading a couple of my friends' blogs and then doing some (more) thinking. That and I was slightly bored, realised I needed to blog and felt like being more serious than normal.
All of you, all of my friends, have touched my heart in some way and I wouldn't be half the person I am today without you. I love you guys from the heart of my bottom. <3
P.S. By the end of this post, I kinda forgot what I had started it about. Make of that what you will...
P.P.S. I now have The Wombats Proudly Present: This Modern Glitch and it is uh-mazing!
P.P.P.S. I finished my last GCSE language oral this week! Yay!
P.P.P.P.S. I have nothing to say here, I just wanted another postscript. Buh bye, my luvverlies!
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Full-On-Panic-Mode. Or near enough.
I hate revision. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I wish it was a physical thing that lived on my desk so I could stab it and not just hate it. It doesn't help that Radio 1 is currently on "Revision Week" so I can't listen to the radio without feeling ridiculously guilty for not revising.
And on top of that when I do finish revising, it never feels like enough and I feel guilty for that as well. And I feel like I'm not panicking enough about the exams and then I panic about not panicking enough and it's just stupid.
All this boils down to "I hate exams and I hope they go through a black hole and then get squeezed out the other end somewhere else in the universe in a horribly mangled state". There are worse fates and I will probably write them all down. Am I slightly mental for imagining torturing revision? Maybe. Probably. But that's what it does to you.
Speaking of mentality, I do actually think I may be cracking slightly. Yesterday I was at home with my sister and I heard the doorbell. Perfectly normal, blah blah blah, but my sister didn't hear it so I look out the window to see who could be at the door. No one there. Fine, they probably just went away.
Later on, my sister isn't in the house and I'm upstairs in my room. I hear a knock on the door and (remembering what my parents have said about not answering the door etc.) stand on the landing, kinda hidden behind a banister. I see a shadow on the floor but no one through the window to cast the shadow.
And then even later on, I hear the house phone ringing but that actually was ringing so that wasn't too freaky.
So, am I going crazy? Am I already crazy? Is this a sign from my mind that I've bypassed safe crazy, gone past GO, collected whatever I need to and gone straight on to Crazy Town, Crazyville, Mars? Feh, if that's the case, it's mildly enjoyable. I'll just wait until I become an axe-wielding maniac before worrying about it. First, I'd need to find an axe.
P.S. Yeah, Sky, I was kinda thinking of XKCD when drawing that. I think there may be a comic like that somewhere early on in the archives...
And on top of that when I do finish revising, it never feels like enough and I feel guilty for that as well. And I feel like I'm not panicking enough about the exams and then I panic about not panicking enough and it's just stupid.
All this boils down to "I hate exams and I hope they go through a black hole and then get squeezed out the other end somewhere else in the universe in a horribly mangled state". There are worse fates and I will probably write them all down. Am I slightly mental for imagining torturing revision? Maybe. Probably. But that's what it does to you.
Speaking of mentality, I do actually think I may be cracking slightly. Yesterday I was at home with my sister and I heard the doorbell. Perfectly normal, blah blah blah, but my sister didn't hear it so I look out the window to see who could be at the door. No one there. Fine, they probably just went away.
Later on, my sister isn't in the house and I'm upstairs in my room. I hear a knock on the door and (remembering what my parents have said about not answering the door etc.) stand on the landing, kinda hidden behind a banister. I see a shadow on the floor but no one through the window to cast the shadow.
And then even later on, I hear the house phone ringing but that actually was ringing so that wasn't too freaky.
So, am I going crazy? Am I already crazy? Is this a sign from my mind that I've bypassed safe crazy, gone past GO, collected whatever I need to and gone straight on to Crazy Town, Crazyville, Mars? Feh, if that's the case, it's mildly enjoyable. I'll just wait until I become an axe-wielding maniac before worrying about it. First, I'd need to find an axe.
P.S. Yeah, Sky, I was kinda thinking of XKCD when drawing that. I think there may be a comic like that somewhere early on in the archives...
Monday, 4 April 2011
Meeeee
I'm the one looking like an idiot on the left holding a stick. I still have that stick in the garage...
Monday, 28 March 2011
We were in Cambridge one day...
... and we went to Wagamama's to eat (brilliant restaurant, check it out) aaaaaaand my sister and I got given crayons. I forget whether I actually asked for them or whether the two of us just look very young. Anyway, in restaurants I tend to get slightly bored while waiting for food. The placemats were made of paper, they had a handy empty space, I had crayons... it was inevitable. Short story made shorter, I drew someone dreaming they were riding a dinosaur.
Ta-da!
Ta-da!
Monday, 21 March 2011
Equinoxes and stuff...
Recently I seem to be blogging only when things to do with Product Design have happened. Hm... Whatever. Well, I brought my dinosaur home today and I'm proud to report that he does actually move now without any limbs falling off. :) That's it for P.D. news, really.
So, the spring equinox was a few days ago... I thought it was always on the 21st of the months but whatever. This has nothing to do with anything so ignore it; I have no idea what to blog about and I suppose this just counts as filler while my brain dies further. What do the equinoxes even signify? Is there a specific reason for them? Or are they just a way to measure seasons and whatnot? Or an excuse for hippies to be hippyish? Not that I'm complaining about that; I reckon being hippyish is something we could all do with more of. The whole peace thing, not drugs. Because drugs are bad and not good.
How long has it been since I last blogged? A month? Two? Either way, I'm gonna try and blog at least once a month from now on. This probably won't work all that well, but hey, at least it's a goal and one that should be easy enough to achieve...
It would seem that something's sucked out most of the coherent words from my brain leaving only "flargh" and other such oddities so I'm gonna go before I embarrass myself further. Just poke me whenever I'm behind on my shiny new blog schedule or you feel like reading something utterly ridiculous.
Before I leave allow me to point you in the direction of the shiny new album by Panic! At The Disco because it's awesome and I've been listening to it on repeat for a week now. That's how amazing it is. It's called Vices and Virtues so check it out.
Apologies for the crappy photo quality, as always.
So, the spring equinox was a few days ago... I thought it was always on the 21st of the months but whatever. This has nothing to do with anything so ignore it; I have no idea what to blog about and I suppose this just counts as filler while my brain dies further. What do the equinoxes even signify? Is there a specific reason for them? Or are they just a way to measure seasons and whatnot? Or an excuse for hippies to be hippyish? Not that I'm complaining about that; I reckon being hippyish is something we could all do with more of. The whole peace thing, not drugs. Because drugs are bad and not good.
How long has it been since I last blogged? A month? Two? Either way, I'm gonna try and blog at least once a month from now on. This probably won't work all that well, but hey, at least it's a goal and one that should be easy enough to achieve...
It would seem that something's sucked out most of the coherent words from my brain leaving only "flargh" and other such oddities so I'm gonna go before I embarrass myself further. Just poke me whenever I'm behind on my shiny new blog schedule or you feel like reading something utterly ridiculous.
Before I leave allow me to point you in the direction of the shiny new album by Panic! At The Disco because it's awesome and I've been listening to it on repeat for a week now. That's how amazing it is. It's called Vices and Virtues so check it out.
Apologies for the crappy photo quality, as always.
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Just to show you all that I'm still alive and kicking everything that's kickable with some very cool steel toed boots...
Fear not, minions, this blog is still alive! It's just hibernating 'cause of winter. SO, since I last blogged, school has started again (booooo) but I (fortunately) did not have to come back to mock exams, having done them back in November and freaking out like crazy. The results weren't too bad but I do see that I do actually need to revise. That being said, I don't think I did too badly for someone who didn't actually revise a helluva lot.
Anyhoo, I had a Product Design GCSE resit this week which had me freaking out like crazy for a bit. Fortunately, it's not an exam you can really revise for, seeing as it's called an "Innovation Challenge". Unfortunately, it does require you to come up with some wacky designs and then attempt to make a prototype of one of those designs. It's a good idea to have some completely crazay designs as your first plans, but then you do have to make things a bit more simple so you can make at least a little bit of it function in real life in the prototype.
I preferred the theme we were given for this exam better than last year's 'cause this one was so much more interesting: last year's involved a school sport's day; this year's involved a jungle theme park. Basically, in the Challenge, candidates get given a theme (e.g. theme park, sports day etc.) and then four situations out of which they pick one to design a product for. One of these situations is generally to do with food and as I'm a Product Design student, we leave those alone and run far far away from them. The situations in this case were:
- a 3D way of advertising special events e.g. clowns/facepainting around the park
- a generic uniform for the park staff that can be easily changed to identify different jobs
- a toy for children under 5, which must be interactive
Now, students choose a situation and start drawing their initial thoughts. As they're for a "jungle theme park", the designs do have to be jungle related and look all jungley. I chose the first situation and ended up designing a mechanical elephant that would walk around the park. That idea may have had something to do with the fact that I had just reread Behemoth by Scott Westerfield but shhhhh. I think it was a pretty good idea and I'm quite proud of the fact that I managed to draw it and then (semi)make it. As it was an exam, and I was designing in a booklet, I can't post any pictures of the design or prototype but I'll try and recreate the drawing and then post that sometime. Don't expect it any time soon, though. My friend's mum does want to see proof of the design so I'm going to be redrawing it for her and I'll post it then. Basically, before the exam my friend told me to remember "elephant, dinosaur and post it notes", told her mum that she had told me about those three magic words and then got told by her mum that if I got a good grade (C or higher; I'm keeping my fingers crossed for waaaay higher), she wants to celebrate the fact that "such idiocy shall and will be celebrated". =D
So yeah; such has been life over the past week for me. I'm back to making my T-Rex in P.D. lessons and so far it's going very well! Long post is long and so I think I'll leave it here for now.
I love you all vair vair much and I shall see you next time! So long, my ducklings! =D
P.S. If all (or at least a few) you lovely readers could comment, it would be ever so nice for me. It gets a little bit lonely posting and then not having anything to read afterwords. Love you all lots like Jelly Tots!
Anyhoo, I had a Product Design GCSE resit this week which had me freaking out like crazy for a bit. Fortunately, it's not an exam you can really revise for, seeing as it's called an "Innovation Challenge". Unfortunately, it does require you to come up with some wacky designs and then attempt to make a prototype of one of those designs. It's a good idea to have some completely crazay designs as your first plans, but then you do have to make things a bit more simple so you can make at least a little bit of it function in real life in the prototype.
I preferred the theme we were given for this exam better than last year's 'cause this one was so much more interesting: last year's involved a school sport's day; this year's involved a jungle theme park. Basically, in the Challenge, candidates get given a theme (e.g. theme park, sports day etc.) and then four situations out of which they pick one to design a product for. One of these situations is generally to do with food and as I'm a Product Design student, we leave those alone and run far far away from them. The situations in this case were:
- a 3D way of advertising special events e.g. clowns/facepainting around the park
- a generic uniform for the park staff that can be easily changed to identify different jobs
- a toy for children under 5, which must be interactive
Now, students choose a situation and start drawing their initial thoughts. As they're for a "jungle theme park", the designs do have to be jungle related and look all jungley. I chose the first situation and ended up designing a mechanical elephant that would walk around the park. That idea may have had something to do with the fact that I had just reread Behemoth by Scott Westerfield but shhhhh. I think it was a pretty good idea and I'm quite proud of the fact that I managed to draw it and then (semi)make it. As it was an exam, and I was designing in a booklet, I can't post any pictures of the design or prototype but I'll try and recreate the drawing and then post that sometime. Don't expect it any time soon, though. My friend's mum does want to see proof of the design so I'm going to be redrawing it for her and I'll post it then. Basically, before the exam my friend told me to remember "elephant, dinosaur and post it notes", told her mum that she had told me about those three magic words and then got told by her mum that if I got a good grade (C or higher; I'm keeping my fingers crossed for waaaay higher), she wants to celebrate the fact that "such idiocy shall and will be celebrated". =D
So yeah; such has been life over the past week for me. I'm back to making my T-Rex in P.D. lessons and so far it's going very well! Long post is long and so I think I'll leave it here for now.
I love you all vair vair much and I shall see you next time! So long, my ducklings! =D
P.S. If all (or at least a few) you lovely readers could comment, it would be ever so nice for me. It gets a little bit lonely posting and then not having anything to read afterwords. Love you all lots like Jelly Tots!
Saturday, 18 December 2010
IT'S SNOWING!
In the past few days (by that I mean the past like five) I have become a caterpillar, become re-obsessed with the Princess Bride after watching the movie again, quoted the aforementioned movie so many times my dad almost gagged me, made samosas, and finally learnt to play Bukhar which is a ridiculously addictive card game played at all the family gatherings. It tends to drag on for quite a long time e.g. one time, they were playing from eight to midnight. This was one game. It's very fun, as the game leads to all sorts of arguments. XD
In conclusion, the title of this post makes me happy. Also, I am now giving all my friends potatoes for Christmas. =D
Happy holidays, m'dears! Love you lots like Jelly Tots and in case anyone was wondering, I can say that as Jelly Tots don't contain gelatine. YAY!
Yes, that is my garden. Yes, it is a crappy shot because it is dark and I was using the camera on my phone. Yes, my hand is now very cold because I stuck it out of the window to take the picture. Yes, all that snow has fallen in the past two hours or so. And finally, no, you may not stalk me.
In conclusion, the title of this post makes me happy. Also, I am now giving all my friends potatoes for Christmas. =D
Happy holidays, m'dears! Love you lots like Jelly Tots and in case anyone was wondering, I can say that as Jelly Tots don't contain gelatine. YAY!
Yes, that is my garden. Yes, it is a crappy shot because it is dark and I was using the camera on my phone. Yes, my hand is now very cold because I stuck it out of the window to take the picture. Yes, all that snow has fallen in the past two hours or so. And finally, no, you may not stalk me.
Monday, 22 November 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADI!
Is there any way to turn back time and write this post yesterday? 'Cause this would've been so much more appropriate yesterday...
Well, in any case, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADI! I don't suppose you want the harem resurrected, do you? Anyhoo, hope you had a kickass day and you don't get any wrinkles from being so old!
Love you lots like jelly tots! (and we've been through this issue before so I refer you to the last blog post to see my musings on jelly tots and the debatable issue of whether they contain gelatine.)
The cake isn't a lie but it kinda is...
BYE!
Well, in any case, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADI! I don't suppose you want the harem resurrected, do you? Anyhoo, hope you had a kickass day and you don't get any wrinkles from being so old!
Love you lots like jelly tots! (and we've been through this issue before so I refer you to the last blog post to see my musings on jelly tots and the debatable issue of whether they contain gelatine.)
The cake isn't a lie but it kinda is...
BYE!
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Holy crap...
...my last post was on the 28th September?! Oh dear...
Well, allow me to set that right and er, blog. Why is it that when I want to write something, there is nothing to write about? The only thing that's somewhat worth mentioning is the fact that I've got two weeks of mock GCSEs starting this coming Monday. :'( WHYYYYYYY, CRUEL WORLD!? WHYYYYYY?
Oddly enough though, despite my moaning and complaining, I'm not all that worried. Probably because it hasn't actually hit me that these exams are pretty important...
That being said, I have actually been revising. Not as much as some people, but I try not to talk about revision with those people because it scares me how much studying they've done compared to me. It's sorta like building a papier-mâché volcano, then bringing it to school and finding out that someone's managed to bring in a even better one, complete with sparklers (Hee hee) and tiny models of screaming people and mini fireworks and MOLTEN LAVA.
Of course, that example isn't meant to be that serious; I mean, where on earth would you get the tiny models?! By the way, I was looking up "papier-mâché" to get the accents and whatnot 'cause I'm too lazy to do it on Word, and I found out that papier-mâché's French for "chewed paper"! :D I love languages.
(On a side note that is completely unrelated to the rest of this post, is it possible to change the font colour of posts? Well, actually of separate words in posts.)
That's it, I think, for now. Wish me luck in revising and actually staying on track! Oh, and a bit of luck for the exams wouldn't go amiss either. Have a nice day! Love you lots and lots like Jelly Tots, except I'm not sure if Jelly Tots contain gelatine but if they do, I most likely don't love you lots like Jelly Tots, I probably love you lots like chocolate or something that contains a lot of additives and sugar... In any case, ta ta!
As standard, here's something for you to laugh at:
I'm so proud to be a Harry Potter nerd. :D BLOODY HELL! THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PREMIERE IN LONDON IS TOMORROW AND I DIDN'T MENTION IT ONCE! *facepalm* I feel like a failure now...
So, I'm going to see it on the 20th; the day after the movie's released worldwide. Unfortunately, the date is slap bang in the middle of my exams. It's highly likely that I'll watch the movie, get incredibly hyper, then come home to revise and then be depressed. Oh well; once exams are over, I'll go see it again. :D
P.S. There should be a countdown clock on the right hand side of the screen now.
Well, allow me to set that right and er, blog. Why is it that when I want to write something, there is nothing to write about? The only thing that's somewhat worth mentioning is the fact that I've got two weeks of mock GCSEs starting this coming Monday. :'( WHYYYYYYY, CRUEL WORLD!? WHYYYYYY?
Oddly enough though, despite my moaning and complaining, I'm not all that worried. Probably because it hasn't actually hit me that these exams are pretty important...
That being said, I have actually been revising. Not as much as some people, but I try not to talk about revision with those people because it scares me how much studying they've done compared to me. It's sorta like building a papier-mâché volcano, then bringing it to school and finding out that someone's managed to bring in a even better one, complete with sparklers (Hee hee) and tiny models of screaming people and mini fireworks and MOLTEN LAVA.
Of course, that example isn't meant to be that serious; I mean, where on earth would you get the tiny models?! By the way, I was looking up "papier-mâché" to get the accents and whatnot 'cause I'm too lazy to do it on Word, and I found out that papier-mâché's French for "chewed paper"! :D I love languages.
(On a side note that is completely unrelated to the rest of this post, is it possible to change the font colour of posts? Well, actually of separate words in posts.)
That's it, I think, for now. Wish me luck in revising and actually staying on track! Oh, and a bit of luck for the exams wouldn't go amiss either. Have a nice day! Love you lots and lots like Jelly Tots, except I'm not sure if Jelly Tots contain gelatine but if they do, I most likely don't love you lots like Jelly Tots, I probably love you lots like chocolate or something that contains a lot of additives and sugar... In any case, ta ta!
As standard, here's something for you to laugh at:
I'm so proud to be a Harry Potter nerd. :D BLOODY HELL! THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PREMIERE IN LONDON IS TOMORROW AND I DIDN'T MENTION IT ONCE! *facepalm* I feel like a failure now...
So, I'm going to see it on the 20th; the day after the movie's released worldwide. Unfortunately, the date is slap bang in the middle of my exams. It's highly likely that I'll watch the movie, get incredibly hyper, then come home to revise and then be depressed. Oh well; once exams are over, I'll go see it again. :D
P.S. There should be a countdown clock on the right hand side of the screen now.
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Blog URL
I have now changed the URL of my blog to something quite a bit shorter and hopefully easier to remember. The URL is now utterlydeceptivetwaddlespeak. Should I change myblog name as well? Now, I have Physics homework to complete so bye bye!
P.S. I found an epical site!
P.S. I found an epical site!
Monday, 20 September 2010
Niamhykins
Hi Niamh! You wanted a post about you so here.
Soooo, I know a girl called Niamh and she goes to my school. Of course, she *is* mental and today decided to eat 8 ice creams (along with Gemma but you'll hear more about that incident in a bit). I found out today that she has a blog so I'm now stalking her (that's totally not creepy sounding...)
Now, that ice cream story. At lunch today, there were ice cream scoopy things with banana. Gemma and Niamh both love ice cream, but Gem hates banana. Oddly enough, she still ate 8 of the ice creams... then again, she *was* throwing the banana at Niamh whenever she got them...
When I got upstairs to our form room, those two were already there and Niamh seemed to have developed a slight obsession with the word 'consequently'. Weird; yes. Completely hilarious; HELL YES!
Hope you enjoyed reading about a couple of friends who managed to get high on ice cream. :D That is all for now. Pip pip!
Soooo, I know a girl called Niamh and she goes to my school. Of course, she *is* mental and today decided to eat 8 ice creams (along with Gemma but you'll hear more about that incident in a bit). I found out today that she has a blog so I'm now stalking her (that's totally not creepy sounding...)
Now, that ice cream story. At lunch today, there were ice cream scoopy things with banana. Gemma and Niamh both love ice cream, but Gem hates banana. Oddly enough, she still ate 8 of the ice creams... then again, she *was* throwing the banana at Niamh whenever she got them...
When I got upstairs to our form room, those two were already there and Niamh seemed to have developed a slight obsession with the word 'consequently'. Weird; yes. Completely hilarious; HELL YES!
Hope you enjoyed reading about a couple of friends who managed to get high on ice cream. :D That is all for now. Pip pip!
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Several things
So... I can't actually remember what's happened since I last blogged. Um, wait right there, I shall be back in two seconds...
Ah, so there wasn't really anything of import in the last blog. Okay. Good to know. :) Well, as some of you may know, this weekend will be International Talk Like A Pirate WEEKEND! That's right, people; not Talk Like A Pirate Day, but WEEKEND! That's one more day of pure awesome pirate talk, savvy?
Yeeeah... I'm excited about that. :D
Well, today I went to CCF (Combined Cadet Force) for the first time in forever and it wasn't actually as bad as I thought it would be. Odd, that. We just spent our time doing NSPs (Normal Safety Procedures) with the rifles and stripping them. i.e. taking them apart to check everything works and then reassembling them. (I'm in the RAF, by the way)
That's all for now and to finish, I shall introduce you to yet another webcomic that I have just rediscovered. Introducing.... Head Trip! That should link you to the first comic in the series, beeteedubz.
And just to stress that I am now hooked back on Les Mis:
♫Look down and see the beggars at your feet
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see the sweepings of the street
Look down, look down upon your fellow man♪
And and and because I don't feel right without posting a pikachure at the end of my posts here:
P.S. Ick... I just realised that this is my first post of September.
Ah, so there wasn't really anything of import in the last blog. Okay. Good to know. :) Well, as some of you may know, this weekend will be International Talk Like A Pirate WEEKEND! That's right, people; not Talk Like A Pirate Day, but WEEKEND! That's one more day of pure awesome pirate talk, savvy?
Yeeeah... I'm excited about that. :D
Well, today I went to CCF (Combined Cadet Force) for the first time in forever and it wasn't actually as bad as I thought it would be. Odd, that. We just spent our time doing NSPs (Normal Safety Procedures) with the rifles and stripping them. i.e. taking them apart to check everything works and then reassembling them. (I'm in the RAF, by the way)
That's all for now and to finish, I shall introduce you to yet another webcomic that I have just rediscovered. Introducing.... Head Trip! That should link you to the first comic in the series, beeteedubz.
And just to stress that I am now hooked back on Les Mis:
♫Look down and see the beggars at your feet
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see the sweepings of the street
Look down, look down upon your fellow man♪
And and and because I don't feel right without posting a pikachure at the end of my posts here:
P.S. Ick... I just realised that this is my first post of September.
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