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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
You know what I think of when I think of the Government?
I think ‘ewww,’ ‘grrr’ and a little bit of ‘may-you-be-cursed-and-feel-my-wrath-that-burns-with-the-fire-of-a-thousand-suns-…-the-big-kind-of-suns.’
I’m so despairing I can’t even be bothered listing all the reasons I hate them. Every time I try there’s just too many things to put on the list, and it kind of kills me inside.
Eww.
Grrr.
-burning-
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I just spent a weekend at my Grandparents house (the ones who don’t live near me) after having dinner at my other Grandparents house (the ones who DO live near me) and there’s such a difference in how they feed me! Or, at least, a difference in how my Grandmothers feed me, because both of my Grandfathers aren’t really that involved in food preparation, I don’t think.
They grandparents near me give more food to the males (even if they’re younger than me by years!) and – well, actually, that’s the only thing, really. It’s like us poor females can’t eat as much, in case we get fat, or something. Whatever. AND they have healthier meals.
My grandparents NOT near me, on the other hand, have incredibly unhealthy meals that last so long that you never even get an opportunity to leave the dining table, and they’re hella big on manners, and they force food onto you even when you should have already eaten them out of house and home. Seriously. Walls, and floors and ceilings and everything. That’s how much food they give you.
But it’s actually a little worrying, staying with them. I’m always kind of suspicious that on morning I’m going to wake up and fine myself locked in a cage a la Hansel and Gretel, and that they’ve been fattening me up all that time TO EAT ME. And then I’ll have to stick a bird bone through the cage wires instead of my finger so they don’t think I’m fat, except that wouldn’t work because neither of them are blind! Just deaf. And I don’t think I could make them think I was un-fat just by telling them so, or talking in a really skinny (high pitched) voice.
So, in short, I doomed. Hypothetically, that is.
And what kind of name is ‘Hansel’ anyway? (Though it does remind me of Han Solo, and I do love my Star Wars.)
Anyway, what I talking about? Oh yeah… ^^; Being away from TV which I’m allowed to watch, and internet, and books (because apparently reading in company is anti-social. Whatever.) My cousins were there too, which kind of made it worse because then we had to work hard to stave off the awkward silences that come during winter. And pretty much the only group activity we could do was play board/card games and I swear if I EVER see another Uno card again I’m going to go just the tinsiest bit homicidal.
I’m all Uno-ed out.
Anyway… That was a strangely incoherent rant. ^^;
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I think I need to take more photos. I’m worried that when I’m old and senile I won’t be able to remember anything of my glory days (which I assume are now, because after this there are bills to pay, etc.) and I won’t remember what my friends looked like. And how sad would that be?
So yeah, more photos. Though, it would help if I wasn’t allergic to technology and rechargeable batteries and planning photos.
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Have you ever noticed that some clothes smell really weird. Like, it’s not the fabric softener or anything, just the material itself smells a little funky.
Like my Relay 4 Life shirt smells kind of like cheap, synthetic carpet.
And my Buffy the Vampire Slayer ‘Sunnydale High’ shirt smells… well, actually, kind of repulsive. Which is really sad, because that shirt if my pride and joy, whether I can wear it or not.
Maybe there are just some materials out there that smell bad, and for some reason they’ve decided to use the material anyway.
Kind of like asbestos. Except a little less poisonous. (I assume… I hope… I wearing that Relay 4 Life shirt right now…)
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Man, sometimes I forget how sore my legs get when I play DDR… I just have NO stamina. And I played Pool for the first time ever tonight! Well, if you can consider what I did ‘playing.’ It was more like ‘sucking beyond belief.’ But whatever. ^^
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midge
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
time travel and parentheses
Sometimes I wonder where all my time goes. One second I’m just getting home from school, and the next I’ve stayed up way too late and will be falling asleep in History the next day. One minute I can be just sitting down to drink some hot chocolate for afternoon tea and the next thing you know it’ll be dinner.
Time just goes way too quickly, and I don’t know why. Well, okay, I kind of know why. It’s because I’m really good at procrastinating and doing nothing. Years have practice have seen me develop this skill into a fine art. BUT I think it’s also because as you get older time just goes more quickly in general. I remember when I was in primary school, and at the end of every school day the afternoon would seem like a two-week holiday. And now when it actually is a two-week holiday it’s not exciting at all and over before I’ve had a chance to unpack my school bag.
At this rate, I’ll be dead before I’ve even lived another ten years.
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I read ‘the Betrayal of Bindy Mackenzie’ this weekend, by Jaclyn Moriarty of ‘Feeling Sorry for Celia’ and ‘Finding Cassie Crazy’ fame. Man she’s an awesome author. Her characters just get more and more random and crazy. And I mean actually crazy, not like ‘ooh, I’m such a crazy teenager’ crazy. (… You know what I mean…) Especially in tBoBM. Bindy is just… insane. And even though you SHOULDN’T like the character, because she’s actually kind of mean and has no empathy or compassion, you can’t help but like her.
I actually did a lot of reading this weekend. … My eyes are kind of sore (and I didn’t do ANY homework… there’s that procrastination again! And I complain about not knowing where my time goes? Pfft!)
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I actually kind of enjoy analysing books and short stories for English… Sometimes, the more you analyse something and pull it to pieces, the worse it becomes. It’s kind of like finding out that that something that made you really FEEL was a lie. Because you’re sitting there going, ‘oh, and the author wrote in this certain way and that’s what creates the sad/happy/angry/whatever mood.’ It makes it seem like the author was sitting down with the intention of manipulating people, instead of just trying to write a story that they wanted to write, because of something it meant to them.
Anyway, so sometimes I don’t like analysing, but recently it’s made me appreciate the books/short stories MORE. Like, themes that didn’t even occur to you before, even subconsciously, appear, and it gives the whole book another level.
Anyway, Lewis Carroll rocks my world. Who would’ve though that a children’s book could be so layered? (Who would’ve thunk it?)
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Word of the day: acquiescence.
Colour of the day: cow print. I don’t care if that’s not a colour.
Ambition of the day: to learn how to play Snake on someone’s mobile phone… How do people do that?!
Job of the day: if someone would pay me to wander along the beach and collect smooth pieces of glass and old rusty bottle caps, I would.
Sound of the day: coat hangers… They make the coolest sounds, almost as nice as nail-polish bottles.
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midge.
(Oh, and just in case I don't die of time passing too quickly, and I ever want to look back at my life using this blog when I'm an old lady: nothing of interest has happened lately. Man, old-lady-me, you'd better have done some interesting things in your past/my future. Seriously, where's the apocalypse? I was watching some teen dream movie today that was a musical, and I was like, 'why can't WE have more spontaneous singing and dancing?' So, old-lady-me, you'd better have done some spontaneous dancing in your time!)
(Sometimes I freak myself out, too.)
(Also, I kind of hate the idea of aging. How pathetic is that? I don’t really want to know what old-lady-me is doing. But it's just that I don't want to ever have to get help to stand up, or start forgetting the names of the people closest to me. Maybe things were better back in the stone age when you would've been killed by mammoths/disease/childbirth before you had the chance to get old and have nature take it’s course. That, or your own children would’ve killed you because they wanted to be the alpha-male/female of the clan-thing.)
(Okay, maybe I’m kind of glad I don’t live in the stone age. Plus, I don’t think they really had language back then: they all just kind of grunted and pointed (at least according to TV) and how would I have coped without being able to talk incessantly? Not at all.)
(Okay, for real this time: over and out.)
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(Who says ‘over and out,’ anyway?)
(midge.)
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Friday, May 12, 2006
Knitting is my new favourite/least favourite thing of all time. I want to become good, and it looks so neat and squishy (I’m not even joking) when people knit well. The only problem being that I CAN’T knit well, and keep on dropping stitches. Which is really annoying.
But I mean, it’s kind of cool that we (‘we’ referring exclusively to women) live in a society today where we’re able to knit without it being like we’re renouncing feminism. I’m pretty sure back in the day it would have been seen like a big betrayal of the feminist ideals to knit, just because there are so many connotations associated with it. Like it’s a “women’s job,” like ironing… and cooking… and sweeping… and cleaning in general… and, well you get the idea.
And THEN I want to learn how to crochet. ^^; But I might try and madter one skills, before trying to learn two.
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I really want to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I keep on seeing ads for the cartoon on TV, but never get around to watching it. But really, they rocked my childhood.
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Last night was movie night at school… You know, big screen, movies play, people alternately sleep/cheer. And I actually fell asleep! I’m so pissed off, especially because it was during Casanova, and I haven’t actually seen it yet. Bah, humbug. Now I’ll need to go rent it, or something.
And I saw Napoleon Dynamite for the first time. And, I hate to say it, but I just didn’t dig it that much. I mean, I get that it’s supposed to be about the tedium and banality of life, and how nerds can triumph too, and that it’s a coming-of-age story and full of diversity and pushes tolerance and, well, yeah. You know. But it was just one of those movies I don’t like. I think it’s the silences. The lengthy silences, which aren’t emotion-charged or suspenseful. Those just really bother me. But I also feel kind of stupid for not liking it, because every time I hear about someone who didn’t find it excessively funny, apparently it’s because (and this is according to people who DID like the movie) they didn’t “get” the movie. And man, I hate not “getting” stuff. But all in all, it was that kind of independent film that I don’t like… Kind of like “Pieces of April.”
But I also saw Brokeback Mountain, which I thought was stunning. I was just completely blown away. A lot of people didn’t like it because the relationship between Jack/Jake and Ennis/Heath is (at least the beginning) kind of purely about lust rather than love. But as the movie progresses it’s just... so sad. How much emotional turmoil the characters go through, and how much everyone around them suffers as well, and the ENDING, which pretty much killed me. Just a great movie. Kind of haunting, and even now I feel kind of ill. In a good way.
I’m STILL kind of speechless about it.
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The other night I bought a litre of custard.
And drank it.
Yum.
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I have this weird condition that means me and sleepover parties never work. And that condition is this: movies out me to sleep.
If I have a moving screen in front of me, I’m a million times more likely (and that’s an estimation, it could be more) to fall asleep. Even if I’m not tired.
When I occasionally suffer from almost-insomnia, the only way that I can get to sleep is if I go and sleep out on the living room couch, and watch re-runs of Kim Possible on the Disney Channel.
So whenever I go to someone’s house, and we’re just sitting around talking late at night I’m fine… But then as soon as a movie gets put on, and there’s a moving screen in front of me and the calming noise of the speakers softly cutting through the silence, I’m gone.
I think it’s probably a problem. Some kind of weird quirk. Well, maybe not, but it’s definitely bad for my sleeping patterns, especially when it means I CAN’T get to sleep with flickering lights and noise.
I mean, even a CD player will put me to sleep. (Except my CD player broke recently, bastard, and now I haven’t been able to get to sleep for nights.) But a TV is still much more effective.
In fact, even reading kind if helps to put me to sleep. EVERYTHING helps.
Everything that is, except for lying in a darkened room with a stable temperature on a comfortable bed.
Seriously, what?
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Man, I really want to become a bounty hunter. You know, track down bad guys, have guns, maybe some throwing knives, be hardcore, put myself in life or death situations every day.
That, or, you know, read the Steph Plum books. Whatever.
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midge.
Posted at 07:48 pm by tawnyfawn
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
Last night I had to be home at 9:30 to look after my little sister, instead of staying out later, because my parents went to a party.
My mother called at 9:31, exactly, to make sure that I had found my way home on time.
Where is the trust, peoples?
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I am so over rebellion. I mean, not my own personal rebellion, because as if I have ever rebelled in my life... ever. But people who rebel against things just for the sake of it, and get all high and mighty and political and empowered, when there are more important things they could be rebelling against.
Like when people make a huge deal about if they have to wear uniform, and make out like having to wear uniform to school is just the start of some fascist dictatorship regime, or something. Seriously.
I mean, why not rebel against the government, or fight for human rights, or something that actually matters. For some reason (for example) having to wear uniform just doesn’t seem as important as third world debt.
Although I DON’T have to wear uniform anymore, and I DO enjoy this freedom, I remember last year when the whole grade made a big deal about it. Uniform, that is.
Anyway, as well as being over rebellion for the sake of rebellion, I’m also over people who have to show how just how rebellious and unafraid they are by doing stupid things. I mean, I know teenagers especially are meant to rebel so that we ‘leave the cave and make our own prehistoric clubs’ etc. but some people take it a little overboard.
I was watching a movie last night (Some Kind of Wonderful (which I always confuse with Life or Something Like It and A Life Less Ordinary)) where there’s a misunderstood teen, unpopular in school, blah blah blah, and when the opening credits are rolling, we see him walking along a train track. And then along comes a train… and he keeps walking. And the trains coming closer and closer, and he keeps walking right towards the train, wearing THE ‘misunderstood teen, unpopular in school’ look. You know the look: tortured, angsty, deep, hidden intellect.
In the end he steps out from in front of the train at the very last second. Because he just HAS to make himself feel big and brave and invincible. I was practically banging my head against a wall during that scene, it annoys me that much.
Anyway, so that’s what I hate: rebellion and LAME-NESS.
Man, I am SUCH a whinger.
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Despite it being winter, and freezing cold, and hot water bottle weather… I’m REALLY craving ice cream.
And custard.
I sometimes curse my weird food cravings.
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I have a new fave song of all time... for this week. All Shook Up. Elvis. Love it.
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midge.
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I had the most horrible dream last night… School was back on for one more day so that we could get more grades (or something, it doesn’t have to be exact, it was a dream!) and then everyone at school started asking me if I was ready for the second set of tests. And of course, I had completely forgotten that there was a second set of tests, and had forgotten to do any revision.
And then that afternoon, instead of going home and studying for history and biology, I went and played DDR is the arcade. What am I, retarded? (That is, is my dream-self that stupid?!)
And THEN as I drifted in and out of wakefulness, I was freaking out about the tests and cursing the fact that I hadn’t studied.
And THEN (again) I woke up for real (“not for play play”) and realised that “it was all a dream.”
But seriously, that’s was one of the most horrific dreams of my life.
… And if we ever DO have a second set of tests, can somebody please make sure I don’t go play DDR. Please. (Man, I hate my dream-self. She sucks so many monkeys!)
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Has anyone ever notices that punctuation goes in odd numbers. Like, it’s perfectly acceptable to have one full stop ( . ) or three ( … ), but not two ( .. ). Similarly, it’s okay if you have exclamation marks in one or three (!) (!!!), but two just looks stupid!! See! How stupid did that look!!!!! (And FIVE is also perfectly okay.)
Anyway, freaky, nay? (!!!)
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My life is just one big exclamation point!
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I just saw the most HARDCORE movie ever. And of course, by hardcore I mean the most teen dream movie ever.
“She’s the Man.” See it. Love it. Relish in the fact that Shakespeare is still relevant (if you’re a girl who dresses up as a guy and then gets involved in a series of love triangles/squares/pentagons).
It almost made me want to play soccer.
Almost.
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midge.
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
What's with crowds and using water-y words to describe them? Seriously:
"She looked over the SEA of people."
"She DOVE into the crowd."
"She saw a group of people walk past LIKE A SCHOOL OF FISH WITH THEIR GLITTERY TAILS AND SCALES AND GILLS."
Okay, so maybe that last one isn't a very good example of a cliched, general instance. But I'm sure there are many more crowd/water descriptions. Like... (Jump in whenever you want, people...) ^^;
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I just went and walked around in a giant circle for 24 hours! Okay, so the circle was actually an arena. And there were lots of other people there, and I was in a team, and I didn't even have to walk much because it was a relay and we were doing it to raise money for cancer research... But how much more random does it sound if I just say that I walked in a giant circle, and then don't add any extra information? =P
Anyway, we camped over night in aforementioned circle/arena, and I think it was the coldest I have been in my entire life. I'm serious it was really friggin' freezin'. And we also slept on the ground.
Ah well, at least I have stories to tell my grandchildren.
(Why do grandparents even want grandchildren? You know, the sterotype where the old lady hounds daughter to produce offspring and give her grandchildren. I mean, it's just another person that they will have to babysit before they are eventually rejected when the kid reaches teenager-dom, and in the meantime they'll have to clean and feed it. I mean, hello?)
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Yay! Holidays at last! I'm filled with joy! The world is a shiny place again, filled with rainbows and kittens and - well, you get the drift. =P
I keep on thinking I should be doing revision, instead of sitting around and enjoying my own sloth-like behaivour, but no... I have NOTHING in the way of studying to do. Hurruh. ^^
But seriously, I retained nothing from cramming before my tests. I mean, I may have remembered a bit while the test was actually going, but as soon as I stepped out of the gymnasium-come-test hall, it all vanished. Here's the extent of what I retained:
Maths: You're joking, right? I didn't know any Maths in the first place. ^^;
History: Akhenaton looked like a chick, and Hetshepsut looked like a dude. Neither of them were.
Biology: An octopus is a mollusc.
That's. It.
I hope I never need to use that information again. Say, in the future, while I continue my studies in those subjects. Because that would suck. ^^
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Gah. Debating is now based on actual world issues.... That require study...
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midge.
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I don’t understand why people have stopped making good teen movies… Really, I don’t. There was the Breakfast Club, Some Kind of Wonderful, and a million other 80’s movies. There was Clueless (which, if I was popular, rich and lived in Beverly Hills would be like a bible). So what went wrong?
Why was the last teen movie I saw A Cinderella Story, with Hilary Duff. Where the crowning moment of the film was where she told her prospective love interest that “Even though I have no job, no family and no money for college… It’s YOU I feel sorry for.”
And there are so many teen movies with potential. The Princess Diaries had potential. Heck, even Hating Alison Ashley had potential. It’s just that, as a high school teacher would say, “They’re not REACHING their full potential.”
Anyway, it totally depresses me. I love my teen dream fluff, and there’s just not enough of it. Or not GOOD teen dream fluff, anyway. And there can be good typical teen movies… I swear. ^^;
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You know what else I don’t understand. How people can drive cars without crashing constantly. I mean, all that looking over your shoulder to see what cars are in the lane behind you, and you’re supposed to keep the steering wheel straight? I can’t even WALK in a straight line when I’m looking STRAIGHT AHEAD, let alone turning around.
And how do people change gears and press pedals and everything else at once. I can’t even walk and drink at the same time I’m so unco. I just kind of pour water everywhere, or have to stop while I sip.
At least me driving will make the roads, uh, more interesting?
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I’ve watched many a classic romantic comedy recently… Four Wedding’s and a Funeral (Hugh Grant), My Best Friend’s Wedding (Julia Roberts) and Notting Hill (Hugh Grant AND Julia Roberts). I can’t believe I’ve never seen them before… They’re the movies like Titanic and Moulin Rogue and Jurassic Park that EVERYONE has seen. Then again, I didn’t see Titanic for ages, and only saw Moulin Rogue recently, and I saw Jurassic Park so long ago, all I remember is thinking that dinosaurs were really cute (which, unless I’m mistaken, probably isn’t the intended reaction for that movie).
But the point is… Give me a minute, while I remember? ^^; Yeah, the point is, is that all this movie watching means that it’s a) holidays and b) winter weather. And I mean SERIOUSLY winter weather. For example, through this week I’ve used almost a whole jar of drinking chocolate… And this is one of those big, bulk buy jars, that are meant to last you until you die, and then you pass it on to your grandchildren. That’s a lot of hot chocolate. And I’m pretty sure there’s a direct correlation between how winter-y it is and how much hot chocolate I drink and movies I watch, so yeah: winter weather.
I can wear coats again. Hurruh. I love coats. ^^
midge.
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
I can see why they call Canberra's annual fireworks event Skyfire... It really does kind of look like the sky is, well, on fire.
The fire works finale was way pretty this year. Or not so much pretty, as mind numbing. There were just millions of fireworks going off at once, and the individual explosions just kind of melded together into one giant roar. T'was cool. ^^
And I love the fairy trail fireworks. And the sparkly fireworks. AND I HATE HOW THEY KEPT ON RUINING IT BY SETTING OFF FIREWORKS THAT WERE PINK/GREEN, RED/BLUE, RED/GREEN... Seriously, just when it was getting pretty they'd set off fireworks that made everyone roll around on the ground in pain, because they were just so darn unaesthetically pleasing.
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(Rowan and Harry climb up a wall onto the balcony (very impressive), while Evan takes the steps...)
Evan: Did you guys see how fast I went just then!?
(Izzy is on all fours, on the ground...)
Maddy: What are you doing, waiting for someone to take you from beind?
David: Shotgun.
(Everyone laughs.)
David: I have money...
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I'm totally confused by people I don't know sending me emails. I mean, obviously they just got my email from a chain forward or something, but it freaks me out.
Especially when they're emails from people I don't know, with headings like: Are you my true friend?
No. No, I'm not.
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I have a sudden urge to be made out of plasticine... How awesome would that be!!!???
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midge.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Rosie: Did you guys ever see that episode of Maisy, where she wet herself and then sat in the laundry basket naked?
All: ... No...
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School had a movie night! Okay, so that was last week, but whatever. Seeing as it has been my dream since I was eight to sleep over at school, I now feel quite accomplished. I mean, seriously. Doesn't every kid dream about staying the night at school? No? They must! It's like how every kid dreams of being trapped inside a department store at night! Still no? Oh... ^^; In any case, I watched all the movies and...
- Fantasic Four gets more boring the more you see it.
- Harry Potter is funny if you turn everything into a sexual inuendo and yell at the screen.
- Saw 2 is better than Princess Diaries 2. By a long shot.
- Willy Wonka would make a great R-rated psychological thriller.
- Wedding Crashers is crap.
Anyway, it was all good. ^^ And there was SO something going on between Cedric and Harry.
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I've just been researching for my Bio talk on lizards, and now I'm so lizard savvy it hurts. Did you know that Komodo Dragons have been known to KILL PEOPLE and their LIVESTOCK! Cool stuff, nay?
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Also, how much is Fantasic Four EXACTLY like the incredibles. In both there's the invisible girl who has invisible forcefeild abilities. There's the strong, ugly guy. There's the responsible one who can stretch. And, okay the last one - super speed (Incredibles) and flame-ness (FF) - isn't exactly the same, but part of the being-on-fire thing is thatt he can fly/go really, really fast.
Though I think the similarities end there. Because although invisible girl/stretchy person worked in FF with Mr. Fantasic and Whatsherface getting together, I so don't see Violet from the Incredibles and her MOTHER sharing any romantic moments.
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midge
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me,
myself,
and i.
Who am I?
Freaky. Seventeen. Capricorn. Mouse-Brown-Blonde. Nerd. Excitable. Calm. Confused. Smart. Hypocrite. Active. Lazy. Persuasive. Passionate. Quirky. Whole-hearted. Free. Intriguing. Eccentric. Whimsicle. Organised. Messy. Random. Ordinary. Histronic. Crazy. Sane. Addicted. Obsessive. Hyperactive. Boring. Fun. Jaded. Fresh. Exhausted. Sleepy. Awake. Cynical. Sarcastic. Optimistic. Pessimistic. Sometimes scary. Often laughable. Slightly insane.
So who am I?
I'm me.
WARNING
Lots of tivial drival and soap-opera problems. Hey, what can you expect? I'm a teenage girl!
I'm feeling...
abandoned, abnormal, abused, accepted, accomplished, achy, active, addicted, adored, adventurous, affectionate, aggravated, aggressive, agitated, alienated, alive, alone, aloof, alright, amazed, amazing, ambitious, ambivalent, amorous, amused, angelic, angry, angsty, annoyed, antisocial, anxious, apathetic, apologetic, appalled, appreciated, appreciative, apprehensive, argumentative, artistic, ashamed, asleep, astonished, astounded, athletic, attractive, audacious, awake, awesome, awestruck, awful, awkward, bad, balanced, baffled, bashful, beaming , beat, beautiful, befuddled, belittled, belligerent, bemused, betrayed, better, bewildered, bewitched, bipolar, bitchy, bitter, bittersweet, bizarre, blah, blank, blasphemous, blessed, blind, blissful, bloated, blonde, blotto, blue, boastful, boisterous, bold, bonkers, bootylicious, bothered, bouncy, boyish, brain-dead, bratty, brave, breathless, bright, brilliant, broken, broken-hearted, bruised, bubbly, bummed, burdened, burned, 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