Qualms, Quibbles and Quintessential Questions

When Too Much is Never Enough

2004-12-20T11:49:00.000+11:00

I've found myself pondering a question recently: Can we ever say Goodbye?

Most people will say "Sure, of course we can, you're an idiot, those pants don't match your hair." But I think these people are wrong. Is it actually possible to just sever all connections with a person and feel no regret? Feel no pain? Feel no remorse for your deed? I think not.

Not too long ago I went through this same process, and I cannot say I have come through the rite of passage as a whole person, rather as a fragment of myself, I don't feel normal. In fact, across the span of this weekend, all I've been able to think about is this particular person, it's reached the point where I cease to see any jovial activity around or inside me, and see nothing else but the person in question.

So at least I know I could not say Goodbye, at least, not indefinately. Can you?

That is to say Nothing of Jimi Hendrix.

2004-12-19T19:43:00.000+11:00

I was at the Hunter Valley Saturday and today, and while in Maitland, a guy walked up to me asking me for drugs. I told him that a lady in Big W had some.

Just needed to share that with you all.

Hungover, and not a Coffee Bean in the House

2004-12-17T07:07:00.000+11:00

OK, so I'm sitting here typing this at 7:05 Friday morning, and I am really tired. And I mean really tired. I'd like to just go curl into a miniscule ball and sleep the day off, but I can't. For it is the last day of school today, and I must attend. I really have no idea why I 'must' attend, but I have parent/guardians, and they know best apparently. Kind of stupid really, these people are the same ones who told you about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy and their invisible brethren. Hell, my mother put cotton wool on the ground to imitate a 'path' to our beloved chocolate every Easter. Of course, she did it when we went camping, or at least tried to, I'd stolen the bag of the stuff.

I'M NOT A THIEF!

>_>
<_<

Da-Da Na-Na-Na, Hey!

2004-12-16T17:07:00.001+11:00

Da Na-Na-Na! The song deal's getting old isn't it? OK, I'll stop now.

Well, got my Annual School results back, I failed Maths, on a good note, 94% in Drama, which was expected, since I knew beforehand. And no, I'm not psychic. If I was, I'd know if you were pregnant. (Warning: Dekar Typhon does not condone the act of males becoming pregnant, he considers it inconceivable. Get it, 'concieve', haha........I have a nose.)

Why Does it Always Rain on Me?

2004-12-15T20:25:00.000+11:00

Is it Because I Lied When I was 17?

I doubt it; I'm not 17 yet. 3 years to go. But that's irrelevant. What is relevant is that there is nothing relevant in my life at the present moment. I consider that relevant. I also consider the fact that my school year expires at the end of this week relevant. All in all, there are a few relevant things going on, and I guess I just divulged them. Go me.

Anyway, in a bizarre event today, my printer leaked on me, and now there's ink everywhere, which isn't good. Let this be a reminder to never leave your printer where it can be exposed to water, it ain't no sponge, Jimmy, it ain't no sponge.

And is it just me, or is the world getting more and more hectic as Christmas looms on the horizon. Wading through the hustle and bustle (Why it's called bustle I'll never know, it's a very janky word if you ask me.) of a shopping center where people fret about what to buy their children, and you wouldn't want to buy them the wrong gift, would you? (I wonder what a 5 year-old girl would do with this? I know what I'd do.)

It annoys me, Christmas isn't about worrying, it's about families being together and enoying one anothers company, when it becomes this commercialised, there's a problem. This year we've seen the fall of the Nativity Scene in school plays because it's religiously offensive. The scene was a part of our Culture, Christian or no, and now, because of legal implications it cannot be done. Well, if you don't celebrate Christmas (If you're Hindu or Buddhist or Muslim or whathaveyou) why are you at somthing apecifically labelled a 'Christmas Concert', hm? Doesn't that seem odd? What's next, no Department Store Santa? I may hate the fat bald guy now, but for the young ones they love it, and taking away another integral part of the Christmas Spirit tears me up inside.

The Choice of the Next Generation, Because We Dared for More.

2004-12-11T18:43:00.000+11:00

Yummy.

I'd hit it.

Super System Sludge Silo Evacuated, Now Continue with Everyday Happenings.

2004-12-11T13:39:00.000+11:00

Shakespeare does more than make good pies you know.

To Be Glum, The Conundrum

2004-12-11T11:54:00.000+11:00

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

If you see one wish upon a star, run them down with your bloodstained car.

2004-12-08T20:35:00.000+11:00

If I knew what the title meant, I'd tell you. Just try to figure it out, God knows I can't.

In the past week, I have made two mistakes I regret and I need an outlet to relinquish these regrets, so here I go:

First, I had an argument with a friend I really enjoy talking to, and I'm sorry that I did that. I said some things that shouldn't have been said, and I don't know if I will ever be forgiven for what I said, it was pretty serious stuff. Regardless, I hope that we continue with our friendship, because I'd hate to lose it.

The second, is one I really don't want to divulge. Maybe in the future, but for now I'd like to keep the schoolyard heckling to a minimum, and this wouldn't help my cause. Suffice to say this: It could be the biggest mistake I have made in my 14 years on the planet.

OK, I think by now it's clear that I'm not in a very happy mood, but it's just that for the past couple of weeks, I've felt out of place. My friends have changed, somewhat dramatically, and I haven't managed to keep up. It saddens me, because I don't want to stop being their friends, but I can't keep up a charade that doesn't suit me for this long. This has left me torn in two, and I don't like the feeling.

Also, with school ending, I'll be alone in the holidays, much as I always am. It sickens me that I don't manage to have a decent social life, but I can't help it, I'm not the most open of people.

Metroid is unavailable, but we do have a large supply of Barbie Bathing Bash.................

2004-12-05T17:28:00.000+11:00

Yep, I can't find myself a copy of Metroid Prime 2: Echoes anywhere, and it's not that it's selling well, but it's that noone seems to want to stock it, because they know it won't sell. Which is true, but that doesn't mean I can't be annoyed. If I had a table nearby, I'd overturn it. I'm that angry. In fact, you could say I smolder with generic rage.

But Samus gripes aside, this weeks been the same as every other week, I've been swamped with work, even though the end of the school year draws ever closer. And I'm actually bothering to do it. And with Christmas as well, I guess things are shaping up pretty well, although this time I'm hoping I get some decent presents. No offence or anything, but socks were never a fashionable present.

I write this while streamlining a board game due in for Monday, and I'm hoping it'll be ready by then, and I think my claims have some basis in fact for once. Good for me, I'll go get a cookie later. (Yes, I love cookies, they're great. High sugar and fat content, but great.)

Sayonara

So it's come to this.....

2004-11-27T10:02:00.001+11:00

I'm actually going to advertise a site here. But not just any site. Oh no, this is one of the sites I now love, and I don't love many things. Ask my friends. Because I don't love them. They're weird. Like the plague. In fact, I believe the plague was...OK, I'm getting ahead of myself, but here's the site:

http://www.ocremix.org/

They remix video game music into something more palatable than the traditional bloops and bleeps you get.

Go there, it's good shit.

Temporary Moonlight of the Polkadot Testicles

2004-11-26T18:28:00.000+11:00

Anyone who understands the title gets a cookie.

A reflection of things come, things gone and things on sale for $1.99

2004-11-21T10:48:00.000+11:00

My life has hit one of it's high points for the year: School exams are over. For a few more days, I will be enraptured by the dreamlike quality our education facility will no doubt absorb. Then I'll get my results back, and be glad I had a cyanide pill in my pocket. But until then, I can do what I want I guess.

As has been mentioned in other blogs I know of, on December 3rd our school departs on a voyage with our local sister school, North Sydney Girls High School. If I wanted a cheap once-over, I'd go to Woolworths and take one off the rack for $1.99. No, I have more integrity than that. Enough integrity to come up with a reason to avoid such a surreptious site, surrounded by surreal splendour and showings of skin and sex.

Alliteration is obviously something that I do. It's fun. Try it.

The by-product of a man and a woman, and probably some alcohol.

2004-11-20T21:28:00.000+11:00

It's amazing what liquor does to people. For some, it makes some unattractive (Yes, you in the corner) look quite attractive, for others, they get involved in car accidents. For my parents, it was worse than either of those two. They gave birth to me. Then, as a teenager I was bitten by a radioactive 'Super Spider' and.....nothing happened.

Spider-Man is a neverending joke.

Well, I guess you'll want to know all about me. I can't tell you, because you could be a paedophile stalking me right now. (Yes, you in the corner.) God, that guy in the corner has some serious issues. I don't like him. He's staring at me, and his pants are shrinking. Help me Mummy, before he ties me to his bedpost and takes advantage of my supple little body!

Sexual comments aside, this is going to serve for my way to release everything that happens to me during my daily routine. That'll probably get very menial, very fast though, so I'll have to think of something else. Until that day approaches though, this is all I'll do.