Not XS!

Title makes it sound like I'm going to talk about fat and skinny people, but really I mean XS as in excess. (I'm not stupid/'simple', admit you find it entertaining toooooo.)

Monday          Uni
Tuesday         Possums
Wednesday    Possums
Thursday       Possums + LC

Friday             Uni

Saturday        LC

Sunday           LC/stocktake

I enjoy cramming my days & I don't know whether everyone is accustomed to living it easy, but why is it everyone thinks working full time hours and studying full time, is "crazy"? If you check out my routine above you'll realise I still have plenty of time for social gatherings (which totally happen, HAH) and me-time. I remember first experiencing this question in highschool where everyone with circular mouths and widened eyes would say "15 units?!" as though it were the worst thing in the world when really, I didn't feel like I was doing anything (but that could also be due to the reason I never feel like I'm doing anything). I feel encased in shame for no obvious reason. Shame on their behalves, I guess. I mean, if I gave you a mandarin slice and told you "This is a standard meal size", would you feel full?! Who's to say that working 40 hours and studying 20 is "too much"? Just because we know the standard of 40 hours is enough, it doesn't mean 50, 60, 70 is too much. If the standard were 18 hour shifts and 100 hour weeks, I may understand why we're complaining. But it's not. Everyday I feel like there is so much remaining time that is wasted, where I could be doing something else rather than..well, what I'm doing now, which is net surfing. See? Too much time, used too little. Not to say that net surfing and relaxing time isn't important. But are we giving ourselves too much of this? It's not like we're physically/mentally incapable of doing more.

Everyone seems to feel tired all the time. Why is this? Lack of sleep, or because we're so accustomed to spoiling ourselves? One long day at uni and we complain. One 8 hour shift and we complain. We have 24 hours to spend a day, we shouldn't be tired. I think it should be questioned how much of our time we are wasting, and whether we're tired at all. I mean I'm all for relaxing and do-nothing-days but everyone needs to stop complaining they're tired, stop feeling sorry for themselves and stop muttering jibberish about me "pushing myself". I'm not, I'm just doing what I think I'm perfectly capable of, and what I think everyone is perfectly capable of. If you don't think you are or can't be bothered to try then that's not my fault, don't compare me to you. If I'm tired then it's because I chose to sacrifice sleep because I decided waiting to bid on ebay at 3am was more important, but that was my decision. Physical time is never an issue. Also, just want to mention I blame hillsbus for wasting 20%+ of my daily conscious life, so unrelated but any chance to complain about hillsbus is a chance I will seize gladly.

We have to value time the way we value money (the notes, not coins!). We need a new level of tiredness. Right now, the whole world's neutral level seems to rest at tiredness (rest at tiredness..hehe geddit?!) so it really doesn't count. We're told we're tired but we're not! We're normal, we're fine! I don't want to hear this particular conversation template anymore:

A: I'm so tired! Worked like, two days in a row.
B: Me too! Far out, and we have an exam soon.
A: Feel sorry for me, I only got 3 hours sleep!!
B: Nooo, feel sorry for me moreeee! I got zero!

A&B: blablablabllablablblablblablblbalblblabla!

& cause I haven't taken photos of my face in a while, here's me looking 'tired' with this special card thing matthew made me. He's got the mental capacity of a teenager. Clever, clever.
"the pink teddy is just so soft, you can touch it."
"this is a pretty jewel and it's so beautiful. you can give it to your mum."
"I'll write my name in big and little letters" (Writes a lopsided 'E') "The 'E' is falling over!"

My wall is beginning to look like a scrapbooker's rubbish bin. :)

 I think everyday I wake up I feel a little luckier but I'll save that for another post. Okay, time to make some green tea. Boyyyyyyyy.

How my money shall dwindle away.

With financial year sales 'round the corner holding my heart on fishing lines, and the understanding that some of my tax money is running its way back to me, I'm quite prepared to chuck some of it back to the economy. Also, got to use one of my new favourite words - dwindle! So Veri Nais.

Ever since I discovered Billy Bride, I've become obsessively attached to mineral rocks. This lady travels the world to hunt for pieces of mineral rock/crystals she loves, then with a crafty mind, crafty hands and crafty machinery no doubt, she makes purty, purty jewellery. My favourite is ISKA, and it almost sounds like part of my name, heck it's how most of the 'people' from work pronounce my name (1-3 year olds mostly) it's also $345 and sold. (I love it when people name inanimate objects, I guess that's half the reason why I like IKEA so much.) So yes, sold, do you hear my tears? whooooooosh!

 

Her blog is lol, lolly, lollipop.
http://www.billybride.net/2011/05/people-who-have-ruined-my-life-pt-1.html

Also. Just want to sprout a little sadness here. In memory of borders and all the book shops in australia. For them to all be closing down really says something about our society. What is going to happen when noone reads books anymore? But anyway...I'm secretly pleased, going to skip over there tomorrow and inherit the lot. Hello sexy sales! Once again, just gonna say a little hypocrisy is okay, mhmm.

Goodbye little ones. I have cake and coffee waiting for me. I realise it's not 3pm in the arvo, but I have permitted myself to drink myself coffee and for the past week it's been fine but today I started getting tremors and my fingers jerked so hard my iphone fell on the floor (yeah, gross), so I have to get the most out of it before I ban myself again/my whole body jerks like that and I die. Also, the cake is so good, it's like a brownie with as many macadamias as there are chinese people in the world, and we all know macadamias are one of the most consistently good things in the world. So bye friands, I'm going to get coffee drunk, eat sugar and fat, and laugh and cry and feel very fulfilled with life cause I have a copy of 'The Last Samurai' which sounds like a typical Japanese fighting hero ninja sushi book, or relevant to the movie with Tom Cruise, but my friends, it is not, IS NOT!

& I have no work tomorrow which makes me feel uneasy but I'll be playing at parra borders tomorrow so if you're there tell me! (Unless I don't like you...jokety jokes, not not, hot pot.)

Byeboygirl!

Also, wanna hear an interesting fact?
I spat into test tubes to earn $30. What can I say, my saliva is valuable.

Sharing cause I'm nice.

What I can't stop listening to today:



I don't know why humans seem to think dinosaurs go well with music, and are groovy, groovy dancers (Dorothy the dinosaur too!) but it works for me. Dedicating this to a sad little boy, Ross.

 This makes me cry, then I decided to read the comments - "They're all so mother(beep)ing ugly." hate those youtubers...

This is like listening to happinness. & if you want to know, the comments on this video are something I approve of. "I thought I was hearing my own heartbeat, but it turns out it's just the song." DAMN RIGHT. "I could listen to this everyday.. just dont tell my black friends that." HAHA, fun knees.

 
"GOOD GAWD!" This song's ability to get stuck in your head like gaga does is pretty awe-striking. All those times you heard me murmuring 'drip drop can't stand the rainnnnnnnnnn', yep it wuz zis! These talented people were on glee :D



You're right, right, right. This is amaze-me-ful.

"we sure are cute for two ugly people", I should watch Juno again.

Sometimes I try to be overly ambitious and attempt to read something great and listen to explosions in the sky or the intuition at the same time, I think it's to do with the lack of lyrics, and all that raw sound unleashes this need for me to find the words that can mould what I feel into something I can tell other people/myself about, but nope, impossible. & it's also literally impossible to do those two things at once, or to recieve either without feeling like you could burst into an explosion of liquid chocolate and chilli and all the flavours of the spice palate. It's like when you're in an interview and they say 'describe yourself in 3 words', and I want to be like, don't kid yourself, you sit here with me for a year and then you'll naturally understand. Except it doesn't matter how many years, those words don't exist. It's like the way I describe my baby/marriage obsession in words like "really cool!" and "babehs cute!" and "i want a dozen!". Somehow some people (about 4/so really..) do understand the extent to which I feel about these things, I don't know how it managed to come across but I am so grateful cause I feel like I can only ever tell people what things are not, never what they are.

The discovery of the hole in my pocket.

GOODREADS, I BLAME YOU FOR SEDUCING ME TO RAID BOOK DEPOSITORY, EBAY AND AMAZON AND BORDERS AND ALL THAT LOVERLYDOVERLY STUFF CAUSE I JUST BOUGHT 9 BOOKS TONIGHT, AND THERE IS NO ROOM ON MY BOOKSHELF TO MAKE THEM LOOK PRETTY, AND THIS JUST KEEPS HAPPENING AND HAPPENING AND HAPPENING AND NOW I FINALLY REALISE WHERE ALL MY MONEY HAS GONE!!!!!!! BORDERS, DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT I'M-SO-SAD-AND-AM-DYING-SO-YOU'RE-DOING-A-GOOD-THING LOOK, DON'T YOU DO THAT YOU LITTLE WEENER SAUSAGE FRANKFURT MAN. Blah.

I'm really, really, really, really excited, as excited as I would be if you gave me a part of a baby. Check it out, I even got classics! Yahooooooogoogle!

Room - Emma Donoghue
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
Your Memory - Kenneth L. Higbee
Tinkers - Paul Harding
Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
The Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus
Pale Fire - Vladimir Nabokov
The History of Love - Nicole Krauss
Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre
A Short History of Nearly Everything - Bill Bryson
The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho (I listened!)

If you're wondering why there's 11 not 9, it's cause I bought two more while typing this blog, it's like an ILLNESS. Also, if you decide to visit book depository, the 'watch people shop' feature is so cool. I've been staring for the last 20 minutes. SOMEONE IN BELGIUM BOUGHT TREE OF CODES 32 MINUTES AGO! Gonna travel there and marry him/her/whatever.

Also, can you believe this is the real title of a book?!

How to be the Best Bubblewriter in the World Ever.

*illustration above is from 'The Flower' - John Light. Discovered this treasure at kiddycare, love-a-dove-above!

The world sucks.

http://www.theworldsucks.org/category/science/

Woohoooooooo, another site to waste my life on. I love stupid sites, love love love. If you're wondering how I found this site, I googled 'the world sucks' to see what would come up. I imagined hillsbus timetables which are the biggest liars in the whole wide world of suck. "LET'S REDUCE WORLD SUCK". Also, ignore that little advertorial of a woman holding glass bottles where her breasts used to be. Now you all wanna look, huhhhhh. Dirty people, dirty dirty people.

Day 27.

Your fashion style.

So I completely forgot about my themed bloggy month. Well anyway here's the trail of weak attempts continuing..

First of all, LOL fashionstyle. I know more about polar bear fur than I do about clothes and shoes and all that crap that tangles easy and how they're supposed to compliment eachother. I choose what I wear the same way I choose the books I read, or the music I listen to...completely by level of entertainment and comfort. Sometimes I wonder if a part of me can in fact dress myself, but there's no point cause I'll choose wearing my cat jumper or my giraffe print shirt or my abundance of maxi dresses complete with mismatched cardigans cause it's fun and I don't like showing my arms. I don't like clothes that resemble clothes, I like optical-illusion-providing prints and rough tassles and sparkly sequins and ditsy floral prints and mesh inserts and fluffy parts and huge ass buttons and ashamedly, fur and massive holes and families of pockets and random things you can play with. I never really feel an urge to buy clothes, well I do, in fact right now I do, but when I look at clothes, I don't see anything I want. I just want to touch them all because textures get me excited. I dislike clothes the way Phoebe dislikes pottery barn, cause furniture should have a story and so should clothes, we shouldn't be allowed to all own the same thing, it's hacking at what could've been something interesting. Not to say clothes have to be all old and gross and sharing that musty, ancient people smell with the world, but it shouldn't be mass produced, in fact, nothing much should be. But anyway, I don't LOVE clothes, except if we were to make a mixture of 3 tops, a pair of shoes, a rug and a child's toy, mhmm, now we're talking.

When I put in effort, I look like I haven't and instead, had rolled into vinnies, tried on the first 5 things I saw then rolled out onto the street. I've never really owned basics but I am growing to appreciate them! I wear my mum's stuff and my dad's...sometimes my brothers. They never fit me properly but it's either warm or comfortable or has a perfect sleeve length and that's good enough! I don't know, there's something about wearing other people's clothes that is so much more satisfying than wearing your own. I think ever since I dropped out of my fob phase, I just lost track and didn't have particular things I liked. 

Things I currently want (that are not really relevant to fashion at all):
Phoenix sweater - a slouchy & ridiculously comfy sweater with a PHOENIX cause itz mad yo
Asos sheer twilight blouse w/ dipped hem (It looks like the item below but in shirt form)
Black Milk Galaxy leggings - imagine, where's the universe? ON MY LEGS.
Princess diana's weddings dress - I could probably push people over with that dress.
Eyeball jewellery - Yeah, working on moving to America so I can buy zem!
Zara blazer with elbow patches - It's nice :) and my comment = interesting.
Gleek hoodie, 'Bazinga' hoodie, Anything w/ Friends - I would literally wear these everyday.
Mineral rock rings! Nature on my knucles!

Socks - I don't own any plain white socks, my favourite rainbows&sheep ones keep peeking.

If it helps at all, I appreciate fashionable people, watching them makes me happy! But I won't ever never ever be one of them. That 'sokay though, comfort is cool, not really, definitely not but whatever, I has sunnies and I am a kewlz emoticon. & I had the decency to refuse a pair of UGG knock offs complete with massive pom poms from mother dear earlier today. I have standards y'know....hah jookeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss. 

3am oopety doops, g'morning :)

Topic jump!

I love topic jump, it's definitely my favourite way to blog cause I have attention issues. If I were a teacher I'd be the type to start talking about Module 1 then somehow end on interpretive dancing and how when I close my eyelids, I see these glowing veins on the back of my eyelids.

Turritopsis nutricula
It's a potentially immortal jellyfish. IT JUST KEEPS LIVING, read about it on wiki. It's pretty cool. Yep, I think big bang theory is having it's influence on me.

Karl Pilkington
I want to crawl inside your brain and just watch & watch & watch. Do something for yourself and youtube him. I can't stop laughing at "the man with the roundest head in the world", I feel so connected. There should really be more people like this in the world. His thought pattern just doesn't make sense, I bet his brain doesn't even look like a brain but like this massive blob of jelly with bits of flower petals and fluffy things and coloured string sticking out and gosh, it's fascinating. If I could talk to one person for the rest of my life, I think I'd choose him.

Let them go

Today my grandma spent 320 yuan on 20 kilos of fish from the markets, she then went to a lake?river?... body of water and released them all. What a champ.

Monster

Headphones either work on some people or don't, you either look cool or stupid, and although I'm more the latter I decided to go with it anyway. Got the studios and they cost me an arm and a leg..but don't look at me like that, it's a long term investment! I feel like I wouldn't do these kids justice though, I need rap and r&b or something, something that screams BASS BASS BASS and not 'twirl, my pretty'. Anyways, you know the sound aeroplanes make? Like this fuzzy, constant, lacking-in-oxygen-reminding buzz? I get that with noise cancelling, and when I think of aeroplanes, I get nauseated. So they're not happening, man I suck.

Best HOMOsapien ever
I think buying the F.R.I.E.N.D.S boxset reflects that my decision making skills have heightened to a whole new level. It's probably one of the best things I've ever done for myself, YAY, I can't stop watching. Phoebe, Phoebe, I wish you were real. Read all her lyrics pleasekthanks - http://www.livesinabox.com/friends/phoebesongs.shtml

Night354q1mare

Had a nightmare where all the possible letter combinations have literally RUN OUT, so we've resorted to adding numbers to our language. & we all sound like stats textbooks...omggggg, frightening.

Samurai Stories
"His head lay on the pillow, face as I had seen it, skull encasing a sleeping brain; how cruel that we must wake each time to answer to the same name, revive the same memories, take up the same habits and stupidities that we shouldered the day before and lay down to sleep."