To begin with a ten-minute conversation and to end with short responses plus three essay-ish monsters.
And preluded by eight kays of crippling creativity and fifteen hundred words of something-like-declamation.
(:
p.s. no there is no meaning to the caplsocked madness talking-to-self in my shoutbox, i just felt like kicking the old messages out of sight a bit :D ...Hamlet!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I will blink at you
Pretend there is this insanely happy and optimistic and interesting post here (:
Okay I've done nothing in the past 25 minutes. Nothing. Nothinggggggg. On the other hand, I've 400 words of my 4U report *fistpump*
...What, did you think I wouldn't talk about school for once? And now I'm going to type in a block because excessive spacing is annoying me. What's it called, line breaks? Yeah. Now I'm thinking kerning/leading! Visual design class and typography. And why yes this is turning into a stream of consciousness thing I suppose. And now that stream has just ground to a halt. Er. I'm sitting here with my hands on the keyboard listening to Juli's "Immer Wenn Es Dunkel Wird" which is a nice song but can be incredibly depressing. Now I'm thinking of songs which can be taken in a depressing way lyricswise but sound really nice/happy. Sometimes I lie in bed at night when I'm meant to be going to sleep and listen to songs and imagine music videos for them in my head. It's kinda fun. I might draw them one day, just a series of frames or something. That reminds me, I spent last night making a lyric video. It was kind of fun actually.
Okayyyy make that 42 minutes in which I haven't done anything I am remotely proud of at all. Wow. This is bad. Time to do work, or at least bludge in a more awesome way.
Okay I've done nothing in the past 25 minutes. Nothing. Nothinggggggg. On the other hand, I've 400 words of my 4U report *fistpump*
...What, did you think I wouldn't talk about school for once? And now I'm going to type in a block because excessive spacing is annoying me. What's it called, line breaks? Yeah. Now I'm thinking kerning/leading! Visual design class and typography. And why yes this is turning into a stream of consciousness thing I suppose. And now that stream has just ground to a halt. Er. I'm sitting here with my hands on the keyboard listening to Juli's "Immer Wenn Es Dunkel Wird" which is a nice song but can be incredibly depressing. Now I'm thinking of songs which can be taken in a depressing way lyricswise but sound really nice/happy. Sometimes I lie in bed at night when I'm meant to be going to sleep and listen to songs and imagine music videos for them in my head. It's kinda fun. I might draw them one day, just a series of frames or something. That reminds me, I spent last night making a lyric video. It was kind of fun actually.
Okayyyy make that 42 minutes in which I haven't done anything I am remotely proud of at all. Wow. This is bad. Time to do work, or at least bludge in a more awesome way.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Agent Regen reporting in yeahhh
Today I ate an incredibly traumatisingly sour plum.
I can now say I have completed Bio notes for 9.2 Maintaining a Balance and 9.3 Blueprint of Life. Also, the first section of Mod core topic, WWI. Doesn't that sound like heaps of productivity? Actually it's not, because I'd already made most of my notes for Bio previously, and all the Mod note-taking consisted of copying stuff from the study guide which I'd written for an assessment in Term 4 '10.
But hey, it's something. (A really small something.)
I also spent over an hour or so playing many rounds of isketch, some in English and some in German (vaguely educational procrastination! very very vaguely).
And look, April is half over already. Feel free to watch as I fall to my knees and supplicate to the heavens with all the raw energy and melodrama which I fail to exhibit in real life.
I can now say I have completed Bio notes for 9.2 Maintaining a Balance and 9.3 Blueprint of Life. Also, the first section of Mod core topic, WWI. Doesn't that sound like heaps of productivity? Actually it's not, because I'd already made most of my notes for Bio previously, and all the Mod note-taking consisted of copying stuff from the study guide which I'd written for an assessment in Term 4 '10.
But hey, it's something. (A really small something.)
I also spent over an hour or so playing many rounds of isketch, some in English and some in German (vaguely educational procrastination! very very vaguely).
And look, April is half over already. Feel free to watch as I fall to my knees and supplicate to the heavens with all the raw energy and melodrama which I fail to exhibit in real life.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
prompt 32
The blindfold is too tight, wrapped around your skull like a headache, knotted with a vicious tug, pressing against your eyes. Hands grab you by the arms and make you walk, stumble, tripping over ancient floorboards plastered with dust and the occasional rusty, loosened nail that threatens to rip open the already-scarred and scabbed-over skin of your bare feet. An abrupt halt, and somewhere in front of you a door is kicked open. You've barely registered the sudden light when the hands violently pitch you forwards without warning. Ejected like a defective product of the machine.
There's still the instinct to stick out your arms to break the fall. But there's also still the straitjacket that locks your arms to your body, that's been constricting your breathing and your movement for the past hell-knows-how-many days.
So you just fall, making sure to twist and curl so you land on your side, relatively unscathed.
The ground is hard, cold, cracked tiles that are now as familiar as the dull ache in your shoulders and the numbness in your arms. You can tell now that the light isn't from outside, isn't from that thing hanging in the sky whose name was once spoken outside of fairy tales and urban legends steeped in black humour and disbelief. This is the same harsh, heat-less light from fluorescent bars that has lit your world for as long as you can remember.
The voices, though, are different.
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http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/#
The prompt was "You're in a room full of people and you're the only blind person there. Describe the room and the people in your mind." (...yes yes major mutation of prompt)
There's still the instinct to stick out your arms to break the fall. But there's also still the straitjacket that locks your arms to your body, that's been constricting your breathing and your movement for the past hell-knows-how-many days.
So you just fall, making sure to twist and curl so you land on your side, relatively unscathed.
The ground is hard, cold, cracked tiles that are now as familiar as the dull ache in your shoulders and the numbness in your arms. You can tell now that the light isn't from outside, isn't from that thing hanging in the sky whose name was once spoken outside of fairy tales and urban legends steeped in black humour and disbelief. This is the same harsh, heat-less light from fluorescent bars that has lit your world for as long as you can remember.
The voices, though, are different.
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http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/#
The prompt was "You're in a room full of people and you're the only blind person there. Describe the room and the people in your mind." (...yes yes major mutation of prompt)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
i've survived another year now congratulate meeee
First of all, thanks guys for the birthday wishes/gifts/awesomeness (:
Second of all, you know something's up when you resort to Plinky for things to blog about.
If you had your own television show, what would it be about?
I never want my own TV show. The closest I would ever want would be my own YT channel and what would be on it would probably be exciting things like sped-up drawing vids and egocentric vlogs... if I ever got over how much I hate listening to my own voice in recordings.
What's the oldest thing you own?
I'd say my body, but actually that's not true. I kind of own a watch that used to belong to my dad. EXCITING, I KNOW! Now if this were a YA fiction story then the watch would turn out to be some awesome heirloom or... something related to a secret family past or... whatever. But no, I'm pretty sure it's just a watch. Old enough that you wind it up. I happen to have broken it accidentally, by the way. Because I'm so pro.
Name three things that are worth waiting in long lines for.
1. BOOOKS OMG BOOKS
2. Linkin Park concerts. Not that I ever lined up for one. But you know.
3. Free cash giveaways
When was the last time you received a handwritten letter via snail mail?
Four years ago? Hahaha.
Describe your most recent shopping splurge.
It was my birthday and I gorged myself on food and cold beverages, i.e. KFC and EasyWay
If you could have dinner anywhere in the world tonight, where would you go?
BERLIN and I'd drag a friend with me
Describe a time when you performed a random act of kindness.
I overheard a girl talking to someone about a historical person whose name she could spell but couldn't pronounce and midway through her spelling it I whipped round like the stalker I am and proffered 'CHE GUEVARA?', thus gallantly helping her out of that... phonological abyss! Such a helpful soul I am. I know. Give me a trophy.
Did you pull any pranks on April Fool's Day? Did you fall for any?
No and yes
Urghhh okay I'm never doing that again... for the next... few weeks/months... soooo brainlesssss.
//cue sound of air whistling around profoundly empty cranium
I would totally be like "I can't believe people read this stuff I write" except for the fact that I happen to enjoy reading random crap like this written by others. So I'm assuming at least someone will derive amusement from reading this entry of mine. Hopefully more than I got from writing it?
Oh look time to write a study timetable. I'm having trouble figuring out which subjects are my worst... "everything except German"! ...yeah faith. No seriously the recent round of assessments [and results] have messed up my faith in my academic ability and whining about it in a blog entry is tooootally going to remedy that (:
Second of all, you know something's up when you resort to Plinky for things to blog about.
If you had your own television show, what would it be about?
I never want my own TV show. The closest I would ever want would be my own YT channel and what would be on it would probably be exciting things like sped-up drawing vids and egocentric vlogs... if I ever got over how much I hate listening to my own voice in recordings.
What's the oldest thing you own?
I'd say my body, but actually that's not true. I kind of own a watch that used to belong to my dad. EXCITING, I KNOW! Now if this were a YA fiction story then the watch would turn out to be some awesome heirloom or... something related to a secret family past or... whatever. But no, I'm pretty sure it's just a watch. Old enough that you wind it up. I happen to have broken it accidentally, by the way. Because I'm so pro.
Name three things that are worth waiting in long lines for.
1. BOOOKS OMG BOOKS
2. Linkin Park concerts. Not that I ever lined up for one. But you know.
3. Free cash giveaways
When was the last time you received a handwritten letter via snail mail?
Four years ago? Hahaha.
Describe your most recent shopping splurge.
It was my birthday and I gorged myself on food and cold beverages, i.e. KFC and EasyWay
If you could have dinner anywhere in the world tonight, where would you go?
BERLIN and I'd drag a friend with me
Describe a time when you performed a random act of kindness.
I overheard a girl talking to someone about a historical person whose name she could spell but couldn't pronounce and midway through her spelling it I whipped round like the stalker I am and proffered 'CHE GUEVARA?', thus gallantly helping her out of that... phonological abyss! Such a helpful soul I am. I know. Give me a trophy.
Did you pull any pranks on April Fool's Day? Did you fall for any?
No and yes
Urghhh okay I'm never doing that again... for the next... few weeks/months... soooo brainlesssss.
//cue sound of air whistling around profoundly empty cranium
I would totally be like "I can't believe people read this stuff I write" except for the fact that I happen to enjoy reading random crap like this written by others. So I'm assuming at least someone will derive amusement from reading this entry of mine. Hopefully more than I got from writing it?
Oh look time to write a study timetable. I'm having trouble figuring out which subjects are my worst... "everything except German"! ...yeah faith. No seriously the recent round of assessments [and results] have messed up my faith in my academic ability and whining about it in a blog entry is tooootally going to remedy that (:
Thursday, April 7, 2011
mit ein paar worten
*takes leaf from Lia's book*
Who reads this blog?
I don't want to prepare my monologue for ExtGerman
Did I mention ExtGerman freaking freaks me out
When I look at the past HSC papers = aaagh
Yeah I know go ahead and punch me
Okay jetzt ist es Zeit, meine Rede über Werbung fertig zu machen und dann muss ich üben. Ja, ich weiß, fantastisch, oder?
Ich habe den Verdacht, dass...
Who reads this blog?
I don't want to prepare my monologue for ExtGerman
Did I mention ExtGerman freaking freaks me out
When I look at the past HSC papers = aaagh
Okay jetzt ist es Zeit, meine Rede über Werbung fertig zu machen und dann muss ich üben. Ja, ich weiß, fantastisch, oder?
Ich habe den Verdacht, dass...
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Well clearly I'm feeling very wise at the moment.
Do not attempt to crush an aluminium drink can by stamping on it and then lose your nerve partway through, because then not only have you done something loud and conspicuous, you will have failed in your goal of reducing the can to a nice thin disc.
Do not ever ever ever ever ever ignore the parameters of an essay/exam question.
Do not leave yourself less than a week to write an English Extension 1 creative. Or any English thing, for that matter.
Always check if you've left your USB behind at a computer.
Never drop your trainsport passes into a crack between train seat and wall.
Don't listen to an mp3 player while buying stuff because there is a chance you will mishear what the cashier said and make a fool of yourself.
Always proofread everything you type/write/etc. Multiple times.
Save your work obsessively.
Back up your work. Email it to yourself. Stick it on Dropbox, etc.
Do not zone out in class. Or if you do, review the work when you get home.
Do not make all your notes for science in the few days right before an exam. Make them as you learn them. Or before you learn them. And then memorise.
TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCT.
When writing clues for yourself about your many different passwords... being cryptic is good. Being so cryptic that you are later unable to figure out what the hell you meant is... kind of annoying.
When taking a shower, always make sure that the door is fully closed in order to avoid accidentally flooding the bathroom.
Do not jaywalk.
Be careful when walking and do not trip over sticks!
Do not ever, ever, ever get complacent about your academic performance. Never. It can lead to soul-destroying screw-ups.
Never leave your locker keys inside your locker.
If using a combination lock, never change the combination by accident. If you do, and have the fortune to figure it out again, WRITE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY. Do not trust that you will remember it, just in case you happen to forget it two seconds later.
If you finish an exam suspiciously early, ALWAYS CHECK to see if you've accidentally skipped a question/page/booklet. Make sure you have in fact COMPLETED EVERYTHING.
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All of those were based on personal experience... except one. Haha.
Do not ever ever ever ever ever ignore the parameters of an essay/exam question.
Do not leave yourself less than a week to write an English Extension 1 creative. Or any English thing, for that matter.
Always check if you've left your USB behind at a computer.
Never drop your trainsport passes into a crack between train seat and wall.
Don't listen to an mp3 player while buying stuff because there is a chance you will mishear what the cashier said and make a fool of yourself.
Always proofread everything you type/write/etc. Multiple times.
Save your work obsessively.
Back up your work. Email it to yourself. Stick it on Dropbox, etc.
Do not zone out in class. Or if you do, review the work when you get home.
Do not make all your notes for science in the few days right before an exam. Make them as you learn them. Or before you learn them. And then memorise.
TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCT.
When writing clues for yourself about your many different passwords... being cryptic is good. Being so cryptic that you are later unable to figure out what the hell you meant is... kind of annoying.
When taking a shower, always make sure that the door is fully closed in order to avoid accidentally flooding the bathroom.
Do not jaywalk.
Be careful when walking and do not trip over sticks!
Do not ever, ever, ever get complacent about your academic performance. Never. It can lead to soul-destroying screw-ups.
Never leave your locker keys inside your locker.
If using a combination lock, never change the combination by accident. If you do, and have the fortune to figure it out again, WRITE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY. Do not trust that you will remember it, just in case you happen to forget it two seconds later.
If you finish an exam suspiciously early, ALWAYS CHECK to see if you've accidentally skipped a question/page/booklet. Make sure you have in fact COMPLETED EVERYTHING.
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All of those were based on personal experience... except one. Haha.
Friday, April 1, 2011
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