I dyed my hair dark red.
Yes, I've secretly fantasied about rangas and thought I should be one.
Amazing how many rangas are in Harry Potter.
Okay, so I have temporary dye in my hair.
I love my brown hair too much to part with it for more than 10 washes.
But I did want a change.
I'm thinking dark purple during school holidays.
Because purple wouldn't be allowed in school.
How is red a natural hair colour?
Why can't every colour be a hair colour, like animes?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Here we are now, entertain us.
Everything changes so easily. It's not amazing, great or bad. It can be annoying, it's just something I notice everyday with each person. I like noticing. I'm not sure why. But I sit there, thinking to myself in my quiet little corner, out of reach from the rest of the group, but still there, rubbing up against them.
Eh.
Someone decided to annouce to one of my classes that QSC was in 2 weeks. I was very happy going about, not remembering that we have a major, major exam in only a couple of weeks. Then some other person was all 'not-that-many-days-left-of-school' to go. And I was all "SHUT UP!"
I don't like being told when things are about to end or come. It's because then it'll happen slower, and I'll be glad when high school's over. No more teachers and no more people you don't like. But then it's completely up to you to see your friends in your spare time, or lose what use to be a great friendship.
That's what I hate about some people. That can't be bothered with their social life that you start losing that strong friendship you use to have. But they don't notice until they come complaining to you about something, that you don't seem to be putting the amount of attention to them as you would have a while ago. Iunno. I think that's just what I witness on a day-to-day basis. I couldn't really care less. Except with my own friends, but I try to see them as much as I can and time will allow.
I also hate it when people come to your place and you assume they're there to hang out with you, but just sit in front of the computer the whole time. Can't we just do something more productive? Computer time is for when no one else is around. Or you have a big arse assignment that's due the next day and you haven't started.
I need to pee.
Eh.
Someone decided to annouce to one of my classes that QSC was in 2 weeks. I was very happy going about, not remembering that we have a major, major exam in only a couple of weeks. Then some other person was all 'not-that-many-days-left-of-school' to go. And I was all "SHUT UP!"
I don't like being told when things are about to end or come. It's because then it'll happen slower, and I'll be glad when high school's over. No more teachers and no more people you don't like. But then it's completely up to you to see your friends in your spare time, or lose what use to be a great friendship.
That's what I hate about some people. That can't be bothered with their social life that you start losing that strong friendship you use to have. But they don't notice until they come complaining to you about something, that you don't seem to be putting the amount of attention to them as you would have a while ago. Iunno. I think that's just what I witness on a day-to-day basis. I couldn't really care less. Except with my own friends, but I try to see them as much as I can and time will allow.
I also hate it when people come to your place and you assume they're there to hang out with you, but just sit in front of the computer the whole time. Can't we just do something more productive? Computer time is for when no one else is around. Or you have a big arse assignment that's due the next day and you haven't started.
I need to pee.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Psychologist. Psychiratrist.
Choices, choices.
I want to work with psychos. I want to work with people who've committed bizarre crimes such as Eric Harris, Dylan Ble... whatever, Josef Fritzl and the committer of the Black Delilah. Those are so interesting, so weird, so freaky and so bizarre. I don't want to die. I feel like I'll be very protective during psychoanalytic or psychiratist sessions. Sercuity cameras without audio, so they do have privacy. Like, hide the cameras well. But then again, psychopaths may see right through that.
I was watching a Columbine shooting renactment. I teared up a little, which is bad. I should be an emotional block and only show fake sympathy. I'll learn to man up, by reading all these crimes. Why don't I work in the legal field? Well, that's not just as interesting. I don't get the chance to try and 'understand' that person, and why they did whatever they did. But what country and what state has the most bizarre crimes? Wherever that is, I'll move there. If the crime can't find me, I'll find it.
OP 5 ftw <3
I want to work with psychos. I want to work with people who've committed bizarre crimes such as Eric Harris, Dylan Ble... whatever, Josef Fritzl and the committer of the Black Delilah. Those are so interesting, so weird, so freaky and so bizarre. I don't want to die. I feel like I'll be very protective during psychoanalytic or psychiratist sessions. Sercuity cameras without audio, so they do have privacy. Like, hide the cameras well. But then again, psychopaths may see right through that.
I was watching a Columbine shooting renactment. I teared up a little, which is bad. I should be an emotional block and only show fake sympathy. I'll learn to man up, by reading all these crimes. Why don't I work in the legal field? Well, that's not just as interesting. I don't get the chance to try and 'understand' that person, and why they did whatever they did. But what country and what state has the most bizarre crimes? Wherever that is, I'll move there. If the crime can't find me, I'll find it.
OP 5 ftw <3
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Confused.
I feel like some mean spiritural being has jinxed me.
This just aren't going that great at the moment.
Everything I do looks fake.
I look like I'm happy.
I look like I'm enjoying.
I look like life couldn't be any easier.
Well, it's like that, for the very temporary moment, and it just gets taken away from me.
I'm not that happy right now.
But I'm not sad.
But my tears say otherwise.
This just aren't going that great at the moment.
Everything I do looks fake.
I look like I'm happy.
I look like I'm enjoying.
I look like life couldn't be any easier.
Well, it's like that, for the very temporary moment, and it just gets taken away from me.
I'm not that happy right now.
But I'm not sad.
But my tears say otherwise.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Cinesparks BIFF
Maybe I've been seeing Daniel too often. I probably deserve these breaks. But not seeing him within a two day gap seems unbareable. I'm so stupidly pathetic.
I'm getting bored of reading the Tomorrow Series by John Marsden. He should've stopped writing at book three, like he intended too. They just all seem very repeatitive now. I don't even think I spelt that write.
We went to the South Bank Modern Art Museum for Cinespark film today. The movie was okay, but I didn't like the plot l ine so much. Maybe it has the Napoleon Dynamite effect, where watching it the second time makes it ten times better. But why would you watch a movie for the second time when you didn't like it the first?
Anyway, afterwards we got some lunch and headed back to the museum to gaze at the artworks on display. Well, that's what everyone else did. Jess, Loryn and I went to the Gallery's shop because I love it there. I spent what felt like hours there, browsing at possible purchases. I got a magazine dedicated to Brazilan art. It's rather spectacular. I was going to get a 70s book, and now I wish I did. I think I may have preferred it. But that's okay, Jess and I are headed to South Bank on Sunday for Griffith's open day, we can always pop in and make a quick buy.
There was a rather realistic, giant woman sleeping in a bed. I wanted to feel her arms, they looked soft and flabby. No offence to the lady of course, I'm not saying she's fat. Maybe she is. But she's definately not skinny. I went to show Jess the big red circle that's always there, but the took it away! I was rather shocked. I visit the museum constantly (and still don't remember it's correct name) and it's always there, and I never get what it represents. But who cares now, it's gone. It disappeared. How depressing.
I got some photos of today. Not much, just the pink propagana wall, as I've renamed it. It;s meant to represent Chinese marketing. Or what it use to be. I also got the photo of the giant, sleeping lady. She was rather pretty.
I'm getting bored of reading the Tomorrow Series by John Marsden. He should've stopped writing at book three, like he intended too. They just all seem very repeatitive now. I don't even think I spelt that write.
We went to the South Bank Modern Art Museum for Cinespark film today. The movie was okay, but I didn't like the plot l ine so much. Maybe it has the Napoleon Dynamite effect, where watching it the second time makes it ten times better. But why would you watch a movie for the second time when you didn't like it the first?
Anyway, afterwards we got some lunch and headed back to the museum to gaze at the artworks on display. Well, that's what everyone else did. Jess, Loryn and I went to the Gallery's shop because I love it there. I spent what felt like hours there, browsing at possible purchases. I got a magazine dedicated to Brazilan art. It's rather spectacular. I was going to get a 70s book, and now I wish I did. I think I may have preferred it. But that's okay, Jess and I are headed to South Bank on Sunday for Griffith's open day, we can always pop in and make a quick buy.
There was a rather realistic, giant woman sleeping in a bed. I wanted to feel her arms, they looked soft and flabby. No offence to the lady of course, I'm not saying she's fat. Maybe she is. But she's definately not skinny. I went to show Jess the big red circle that's always there, but the took it away! I was rather shocked. I visit the museum constantly (and still don't remember it's correct name) and it's always there, and I never get what it represents. But who cares now, it's gone. It disappeared. How depressing.
I got some photos of today. Not much, just the pink propagana wall, as I've renamed it. It;s meant to represent Chinese marketing. Or what it use to be. I also got the photo of the giant, sleeping lady. She was rather pretty.
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