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Monday, March 30, 2009

Monday

Ok so, I know this says posted on Monday, but it's Wednesday now (which means exam block is OVERRRRR), so I guess you're stuck with my memory of Monday. + there's some "timeless", per say, stuff in here anyway.

Well, I guess all I really wanted to say about Monday anyway was that it was pretty freaking epic. Choir was cancelled (yes, after an hourr + 30min bus ride to get there) so Mitchell and I just found each other and hung out. Which was awesome. Which is also about just about everything that was epic about Monday, apart from I THINK I ACED THE CHEM EXAM.

That's all :)

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Saturday, March 28, 2009

dailybooth.

So I have dailybooth nows :(

I hate being a stupid confomist but wtv.

Me soo sleepy. Woke up at 5 this morning to make a fruitless attempt at not failing English.

www.dailybooth.com/vivsmiles

yeh.

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Friday, March 27, 2009

Elevator Music

is boring, awkward, AND SOUNDS LIKE PR0NO music/comment time! Actually, it doesn't, because porno music/comment time is good. Elevators aren't. Nor is elevator music... which is what I was meant to talk about. (btw, that is a zero in 'PR0NO'. But because it can sense that my awesome presence, it's trying it's best to make me look like a fool. Obviously, it wins :(). omg - smiley-bracket metacrisis!

"So Donna, do you now know why there's never been a smiley-bracket metacrisis?"

"...yes... because there can't be one..."

Well, clearly there is, and clearly it oozes out suckness, so take that Donna Noble. 

But yes, as I was saying, elevator music is bad. 

Do we all see now why I fail English? Exhibit B right there, Exhibit A my English exam today (in which we had to write 1500 words in 90 mins (is that even physically possible?) - which turned out to a poor excuse for a DISASTER. 

I only managed 804 words (I didn't count, I just guesstimated, as 804 is a multiple of 11), which will probably fail me. I did quite a lot of planning for it; notes on the content, quotes, deep studying of the text, scaffolding, I even tried to memorise it etc. etc., but when I got into the examination room I froze up and I couldn't even get the opening thesis statement out. So I made it all up! Nothing went as planned, I felt like absolute shit, I was having word diarrhea out of my mouth (which tasted pretty great [actually, come to think of it, it was more like out of my hand. That's pretty pathetic.]), and I'm sure none of what I wrote had any cohesion whatsoever. I'm not even sure of what I wrote. Godammit, I was really hoping to improve my grade - Gheyyy!

Poopooface. And so now I'm sitting here at the State Library pretending to study with uni students all around me (when I say around, we're all pretty far apart but you get my drift) thinking that I'm an obnoxious, wagging kid. Which I am, 'cause I'm meant to be studying for my other 3 exams. 

++, I was gonna meet Mitchell at Hyperdome but I forgot. Which makes me feel even shitter (lol, yes) 'cause I want to see him and I suck at life. :)

Heck, it's the weekend though. 

- My parries is with the father, 
Viv. 

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Personificationly - Like Personification.

 Does anyone have human feelings towards inanimate objects/things that plainly shouldn't have feelings?

Like, whenever I take something out of the fridge, I'll feel obligated to use a little bit more, or pour a little be more. I feel like by taking more weight off the fridge drawers and into my stomach, I'm doing the fridge a little favour. 

"Here, take a little load off."

Or what about those really amazing songs which you want to listen to over and over again. After like the 5th time in a row I replay a song, I begin to feel sorry for the artist, as if they were to feel tired and sore or something. 

GOD I AM INSANE.

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Another Blog about Buses. /sadface.

People SMELL on buses. Yes, that's all kinds of smells, from body odour, to FARTING. People are obnoxious on buses. People look at you for way too long on buses. People TAKE UP TOO MUCH ROOM on buses [ie. are fat/can't be bothered to move to fit more people on the bus, or simply just so you can have more room on the bus].

I have to admit, THE NOVELTY IS WEARING OFF. oh my god - this cannot be happening.

Public transport is designed to get you from point A to point B.

WELL IT DOESN'T.

The best possible route of public transport only gets me from (ok now get ready for the maths here):

(Point A + 5min walk [so that's 5 mins beyond point A]) to (Point B - 15 mins across two freaking ovals and a hill [15 minutes short of Point B)

So if I were to write this as an expression on a number line, I would say:

{xx is a member of Q, A+5 < x < B-15} =

<--A------[varied travel time]-----------B-->

- ~ 2 [one hyphen is approximately 2 minutes]

/dies of nerdiness

I realise that x is really a member of N or Z+, but for the purposes of this hyphen based diagram, x is a member of Q. Now don't give me crap about it.

Ermm, otherwise, things have been going pretty well. I realise I haven't posted for very long, but that's because I haven't properly procrastinated long enough to do so. Of course, now with exam block looming in the next couple of days, this is perfect opportunity to do exactly that.

I'm pretty sure I wrote a post about two Fridays ago, saying how everything was much better than I thought it was the previous Tuesday, I was just overreacting etc. etc. smooshy stuff, but I fell asleep after I spontaneously decided to abandon the computer for a little while. I had meant to come back, but was like nearly 11 after I came back from QYO and I was exhausted from a looooooooong week. ;askdjf;lkshdg +++++ NOBODY ELSE ON THE INTERNET IS POSTING ANYTHING ANYMORE.

I have like 15 subscriptions on Youtube, but for the past like week or so, I've been getting "your subs have not been posting any vids lately" on my homepage. + nobody posts on blogger anymore either. GOODNESS. <---- doesn't even make sense, but people seem to say it and so will I!

Enough rambling. I think I shall post again after exam block, ie. next, next weekend.

taaaaaaa :)

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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Big, Fat, Manic Life.

I think I'm hitting one of those mid-teen crisis...es?

Some people will probably be happy to hear that I'm not as happy as I thought I would be, but up yourrrrrrrrs, bitch.

Life is just one big, fat, manic Monday at the moment, and like the song, I'm wishing it was Sunday.

Everything is just suddenly dawning on me; I don't actually go to JPC anymore, and QASMT isn't a 3 year long science workshop.

I'm reaching a cross-road in my life where I have to decide to change myself to be liked by people I hate, or be happy being different. And yes, I'm beginning to realise that I think quite differently to most people of my age. And I'm beginning to realise that it's quite difficult for me to relate to most people of my age - either I grow down to the big, black pit that is raging hormones and popularity-seeking, or I waste my life waiting for someone to understand me.

I don't want to be popular or cool or even well-liked. All I want is a NICE friend, lol. There aren't enough nice people in the world. I want to find someone/group of people even relatively similar to myself. I miss wondering about the world with people, and I miss discovering things about ourselves. But I guess one of my problems is that I understand myself and other people a bit too much. Plus, I don't exactly physically look like a reject either. I just think like one, and a unique reject at that too... which would probably mean that I'd be rejected from the rejects as well.

Gahh. I don't know what to do.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Popularity.

Oh dear lordy.

why is it that everybody tries so hard to be popular?

I know some really nice people who're... nice, and they'd be the perfect friend for me, but their lives a wasted trying to be well-liked, or trying to get into a relationship with a whore. It's rlyrly sad.

I haven't really made any close friends at my new school - just a people I hang around with but secretly really hate. I don't feel I could even hold a truly interesting conversation with anyone. I have to vomit some small talk. (By the way, if I haven't already said, I think small talk is GAY.)

Well, what I'm really trying to say is for some reason (well, not just some reason), I kinda don't want these particular people to like me.

Butnotreallythough.

I'M CONFUSED.

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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