Soaring through my atmosphere

I’m so, so, so annoyed with my internet these days. Maybe you didn’t catch my annoyance. I’m annoyed. I can’t have msn running when I have a Firefox window up, and vice versa. Grrr. If I do, then msn shits itself and disconnects. The only upside to my internet is the unlimited downloads between 8pm-8am. That’s alright. (:

Pfft, I don’t like internets.

What I do like though, is Of Montreal. Man, they’re a good band. I’m currently changing my profile song trying to find a good one.

I painted my left hand nails black last night again. Everytime I do that, I regret it. I don’t know why, but in my head I think it’s a good idea, then I do it and I realise that it really isn’t. I’ll just stick to red. One day i’ll spice it up and paint them bright orange or something. Green?

I need my L’s. Mum keeps forgetting to book me in and I’m just a little bit glad. I just can’t imagine me driving! I swear I was 14 not too long ago, how did 2 years happen so quickly? Just like last night with Ana on msn. One minute we were surprised that it was 5 o’clock, then the next it’s quarter past 6 and my dad’s outside vacuuming the car. Weird.

OUR LIVES ARE FLASHING BY US! I just put a question mark there, dammit. I hate those darn question marks.

Anyway, just an update. I’m not mentioning anything whitty of that manner, because no. Refusal at it’s best.

Good day! xo

There’s no colour I haven’t seen the sky.

Man, what a way to wake up in the morning. It’s 6:30am and my mum comes barging into my room going “Look outside!”. I pull back my blinds and everything’s just orange. It was pretty awesome, actually.

I went into my parents room to look out into the front yard and it’s the same. I said to my dad “It’s the apocolypse” and for a split second, his face showed like he really believed me. Mum was going a little balistic, even in the situation, and she kept exclaiming that she could feel it in her throat. When I looked over to her, her eyebrows were attracting each other and she looked genuinely scared. She stayed by the tv watching the news reports all morning.

Ana called me at around 7:30am and we decided that we wouldn’t be all that surprised if an army of zombies came flocking into our neighbourhoods. Of course, there’d be the initial shock and disbelief, but all in all, we probably would’ve seen it coming. This talk spurred a strong urge to rent out all the zombie movies we could find in Maryland’s shitty collection and imagine it happening. Yeah yeah, morbid but also so unbelievable that I didn’t even have to touch wood.

I should really carry a stick around with me at all times.

I did get some photos of the sky and one of my calf muscle looking particularly toned in the process though. It was hell windy. I really hope it’s not like this on Saturday, or I have a chance of being stood up, and therefore would make me quite sad.

I would talk about school here, since it’s a great rambling topic, but if I write about it, it makes me feel guilty for not trying hard enough. So, no go.

And just then, Bravo scratched the shit out of my legs. And it stings alot. Hmm.

I miss Meg! Hope she’s having  fun in the non-orange weather of Narnia. If she doens’t meet Ozlow, I will be thouroughly disappointed.

I’m so annoyed with my brother. What kind of Year 12 person doesn’t do study and homework a few weeks before their HSC and instead plays Counter-Strike? On my computer as well. How frustrating. My parents have even said that they’ve pretty much given up on him at this point. He should wake up, because right now, where I see him in 10 years is a freeloading 28 year-old still living at home with no job and only ever one girlfriend. Pick it up, slacker.

So yes, once he’s finished his round of shooting, I’ll get on to finishing my art essay. Hello, Tony Schwenson and Patricia Pacinnini.

Byee xo

Symbolism.

See that? That’s a rollercoaster.

You know why I put a picture of a roller coaster? Because it’s a rollercoaster.

COASTER!

That is all.

I’m sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone who cares.

Mmm, I love quoting someone who’s just starting to realise how much I dislike him.

Of course you care, it’s my friggen sammich we’re talking about!

I think, since I haven’t written a blog in a while, I think it’s quite approriate of me to have a good rant. Sorry if you like C, but I really really dislike him. Maybe hate, but it’s quite a big statement, so I’ll stick to dislike for now. Well, I realise that I get angry at him for small things like marking a teacher’s roll and handing out things that aren’t his to hand out, but all of the things he’s done have just STACKS ON that even the most miniscule things set me off on another one of my tangents. Like Ana said last night, I’m a nice person, but you have to earn the niceness. He really hasn’t earnt it. It’s like, if earning niceness was on a number line, he would be deep into the negatives.

Yeah, I just slipped maths into my rant about C. It’s like how I slip in the word ‘isosceles’ into my conversations as discreetly as possible. It obviously doesn’t work, because you just can’t get away with saying that outside a maths room.

Anyway, back to my rant. Should I list the numerous things he’s done in just the past few weeks? Mind you, my memory’s not all that good and there can always be additions to this list.

One. You’re having a good ol’ conversation about whatever you like with someone and all of a sudden, you see this shadow looming around you and you hear this “Bum ba badum” where C comes up and interupts your conversation completely by shoving his large face in front of you and singing Chicago. No, just no.

Two. “Hey have you done the Math’s homework?” “Hey did you start the essay for English” And most of the time, “Hey Maddie, did you know we had a -insert drama word here- assignment due this friday?” IT’S CONSTANT AND ANNOYING. We already get enough taunting about homework from teachers, we don’t need it from you.

Three. You’re having this  conversation: “Yeah, I can’t believe she said that, she doesn’t even know you, blah blah blah. Yeah, she should probably stop” Obviously, it’s private, right? In the eyes of C, no. Next thing you know, its “Who should probably stop?” – C, “Nothing C,” – You, “No, tell me!” – C. NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

Four. CONSTANT TALKING. We had a really really talented drama student (?) come and perform this awareness thing today and all you can here is a constant murmur of a commentary coming from C. It’s like he can get away with talking through out someone’s whole play/scene and think nothing of it, yet when you say one word during something he’s doing, you get a minute’s worth of dirty looks. Thanks for that, hypocrite.

Well, I think I might stop there seeing as this is probably the longest blog i’ve written and it’s based on one person. So, sorry to anyone who likes C, but I personally can’t stand him.

Boi! xo

PS. FIVE DAYS TIL MY SWEET SIXTEENTH. (H)

Apologies, neglected blog.

I haven’t posted on here in ages. Whoops!

Nothing much has really happened since my angry McDonalds post. Apart from the fact that I really did break up with Maccas and am now jobless. I don’t regret it as much as most people think though, because that was just a really shitty job. Anyway, I have applied for Gloria Jeans and Civic Video instead and also an express Maccas so there’s no dining to worry about. Hopefully I’ll get one of them.

Just then, I watched a video on double exposures and have now lost complete interest in filling in the rest of this blog. My attention span lasts a great long time, you see.

So i’ll just leave it that and hopefully it won’t be too long before I blog again.

xoxo

Welcome to McDonalds. The shithole.

Really, really soon, I plan to quit Maccas and get  a non-fast-food job. It’s such a pain working there, honestly. I don’t get you, Kasia, saying it’s good working there. It gets shitter and shitter every time.

So yeah, I’ve updated my resume and should be going around to possible job places and giving it in. Hopefully i’ll get something so i’ll be able to quit Maccas and never look back. I don’t even like the food there, just the desserts. Omnom. But yeah, everytime I have a shift, something goes wrong so I’m taking it as an omen to get the hell outta there.

For example: first real shift = biggest knights game, another shift = i get stuck on dining for 8 hours, another shift = no eggs during breakfast, latest shift = the drain was clogged and the whole store smelt like shit. So when I say “The Shithole” I do mean it literally as well.

Possible jobs: Civic video, Gloria Jeans, Big W, Go-Lo. At least no one will be breathing down my neck so much in those jobs.

So there. Vented. Next topic.

I can’t have the mass sleepover. D:! Dad says he doesn’t want too many teenage girls in the house all at once and I’m not going to keep asking because he had his cranky face on then. Maybe the next big one at my house will be on  my birthday. The rents can’t say no then! Hopefully…

So I think I should have little amounts of people at one time. Sounds pretty good huh?

So, lets get in contact guys, because I am feeling a little cabin fever setting in.

(:

xo

They say the captain goes down with the ship,

So when the world ends, will God go down with it?

Don’t judge me.

It’s half past eight and I want ice cream in a cone. Maybe i’ll get some later, but only if I promise myself to start exercising when school stops, because this is so not healthy. Bahaha.
I’ve decided to make Meg my idol tonight and follow her footsteps in the blogging world.

Hence; things you didn’t, might already or maybe shouldn’t know about me.

• I envy tall, skinny people more than I really should, but I know I can’t change me.
• I always feel embarrassed to take photos in public, because I think others judge me because I’m young.
• When I go out, I feel like everyone is staring at me like they’ve never seen a darn Asian before.
• Sometimes I’m just plain miserable on the inside, yet you could never tell from the outside (And then sometimes it’s completely the opposite).
• It find it hard to let go of my old music. It’s kind of like a guilty pleasure now.

I hate Art. Well, not art in the wide sense, but art class at Lambton. Seriously, it couldn’t get any shittier. The teacher’s voice is almost the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard and she is just too darn serious all the time. Rule #1 of Art Teachers: Be cool, calm and composed. Mrs L: Nasaly, annoying and totally bias. Yeah, no. If she’s the art teacher next year, I’m dropping out and doing it at Tafe. I probably wouldn’t be able to handle it, and I’m pretty sure Tegan or Ana won’t either.

I spent $2 on a packet of Katjes lollies the other day and I want that money back, thank you very much! It’s the most horrible taste I’ve ever tasted, and remember I am Filipino. Guh, grosss.

Anyways, I’m needed elsewhere, so cheerio!
xo

Oh Dear.

This is not good at all.

I had a great day only to find that I’ve lost my USB. It would seem that “oh wow, she’s lost her usb, what a biggy” but that USB had so much of my photography stuff in it, that losing it now would probably screw up my Photography SC in so many ways. I’ll stay positive, and ask Mr M on Monday if he’d picked it up. Knowing my luck, it would probably be long gone by now.

Anyway, Green Day was hilarious! The concert was the best/most disturbing thing ever, the best being that it was just funny overall, and the most disturbing because I saw Mrs W doing cabaret. Yeah, filthyyy. The girl who sung Paramore should have picked another song, seeing as she had a teeny-tiny voice and anyone who tries a song Hayley has done should at least have a gutsy voice. But I guess it was okay. *shrugs* I did quite like the drums thing at the start. That was really clever and well done. I really didn’t think I was getting teary-eyed from the MJ tribute, but it would be fair to say that my eyes betrayed me and watered all by themselves. I can’t remember much else but all in all, it was a pretty great concert.

The rest of the day followed suit pretty well. I’m blaming that stupid (no offence) art thing for me losing my USB, considering that if I had been in photography instead of listening to a mumbling park ranger, then I would have probably been able to ask Mr M or find it myself. Shit. Science was good. I love Spirited Away, shut up!

I think the best part(s) of the day were

• Meg and the fact that it looked she’d stepped right out of an indie magazine.
• Me and Ana’s face paint. I forgot I had it on and accidentally rubbed it off.
• The cake stall and the excellent coffee/chocolate brownie I had.
• The concerrrrrt.

So,  Fall Short Friday wasn’t that much of a disappointment, and I’m glad. If today had been shite, then I wouldn’t have been a happy camper.

I would blog about more, but I keep thinking about my USB, so maybe i’ll stop and look for it. I’m so sad about it!

So, toodles! xo

Growing up.

I’m really starting to freak out about growing up. I make myself sound sure of what I want to be, what I want to do, but then I get these stupid thoughts of what if I never make it? I mean, probably 1/10 photographers will actually make something of themselves. I’m not ready for the competition. And there’s a 9/10 chance that I will be just one of those stingy budding photographers who never gets anywhere.

I need a backup plan. Interior designing is my second choice, but where can you get a job as an interior designer these days? By the time i’m ready to get out into the Big Bad World, no one will pay money for someone to make their house look nice if they can do it themselves. Everything just points to no anywhere I look.
And then what if I take the courses for photography or interior designing and I don’t get anywhere?

With my luck, everything will just go tits up.

*sighhhh*

And we all know what happens when I start freaking out about something. Maybe I’ll become the first person to actually implode.

I’m also thinking of starting a 365 photography project. That is, you take a photo every day for 365 days. Kinda like that thing on Georgia’s folder, except i’m way to poor to pay for 365 polaroids. I think i’ll start on July 1st. Hopefully, I’ll have enough memory on my camera’s card. Do you think i’ll be able to keep up with it? I think that the whole idea is completely charming and it might even make me  a little better at taking raw photos.I’ll be posting on my Flickr, because doing that on DeviantArt will give me the utter shits.

That reminds me; I hit the 50,000 view mark on dA the other day. *happy*

Anyway, i’ve been really sad ever since Ana lost her iPod. Possibly as sad as Ana. That iPod reminded me so much of mine, that it felt like I was losing it.

I really hope you find it, Ana!

Also, i’m very, very excited for this weekend. My little ol’ granny is coming down/across/south-east? from America and I can’t wait to see her! But, along side my utter joy of maybe actually knowing my grandmother, i’m very very sad for this weekend. I was also excited to stay at Tegan’s and her quaint little house. Next weekend, definately! (:

So, phew. I think this has been my longest so far. So, i’ll cut it off here. Goodnight! xo.
Also, Aladdin, ’cause he’s fuckin awesome! ♥

Ana! Quick!

http://www.buzznet.com/tags/johnnydepp/journals/4237621/johnny-depps-7th-collaboration-tim/

no seriously, the best thing i’ve seen all day. it beats the flooded island of a lunch table and the videos i’ve been watching on my ipod.

well, almost.

maybe the same.