Statements and Being Shipwrecked

I have to write a personal statement for university... It's not as easy as I hoped it would be. I want to come off as mature and professional, but so far I've written several drafts (in my head), and I always end up sounding like a pompous, arrogant brat.

So yes. I think I need to put this off until later. Next Tuesday, most likely. I shall then consume ungodly amounts of caffeine to speed up the process.

Whilst discussing this issue with my dear friends, the one who resembles Mufasa told me I should finish it as soon as possible because he wanted to read it. He then asked, how much do you love yourself?

I replied;

I love myself to the point of refusing to let others eat me in the event of a shipwreck.

And it's true. If such a situation arises, I would drizzle my dying self with poison. Because if those feckers want to eat me, I'll be taking them down with me, thank you very much.

I'm really happy with that answer. I hope this means my creative dry spell is coming to an end!

Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting.
- John Russell

This Authoress Hates Something and Plays Games

I hate gym.

I totally, absolutely, unequivocally HATE gym. I've already ranted about this before (look here), so this won't really come as a surprise to anyone.

What is that subject for anyway? I understand the need to balance schoolwork with physical shite, but isn't it enough that students have to lug huge, heavy bags filled with books up several flights of stairs? Besides, if students really wanted to exercise, then let them do so on their own free time! Don't force them to run a marathon*, lift a car* or wrestle with a lion*, and then give them an F if they fail to do any of those things.

(*all these things are exaggerations... or are they?)

What schools seem to fail to comprehend is this; sometimes, it's enough to be smart. It's enough to be able to solve complex Physics equations without having to write with a 10 lbs piece of chalk. If that were the case, we wouldn't have Professor Stephen Hawking - we'd have Professor David Beckham.

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In other news...

I haven't been updating much, have I? Yes, I noticed that too. 1 update for September, and 1 for October. It's quite sad.

In my defense - I was swamped with schoolwork. Reports, presentations, tests and homework and all that. Oh, and facebook games.

Facebook games are EVIL! At first you think, it's just a game - it couldn't possibly do any harm. But then you find yourself caring more and more about it with each passing day. Then suddenly, you find that you're level 30+ on some pet/restaurant/wizardry game and your days seem shorter.

I am at the very least, proud to say that I don't play Farmville. Even though I just created a character for that one last night. I won't play it, honest. It was just part of a deal with my friend when she agreed to be my neighbor in Pet Society (we both need the coins).

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I wish I could write something more substantial here, but I've got nothing. Yet.

My blogging skills are rusty. I shall start posting more regularly again. Expect me every Tuesdays, cause that's when I've got loads of time on my hands.

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
- Noel Coward

You Shall Read This And Nod Sagely

The danger of knowing too much is that things tend to become boring and meaningless.

Several times during the course of our lives, we'll find ourselves in situations where the urge to lie down and give up becomes overwhelming. Some give in. Others march on, without really knowing why they do so.

Hemingway was right; wise people can never truly be happy. They can't stop marching - they're too curious as to what lies ahead. But at the same time, they've already figured out what lies ahead, and know that the march is futile at best.

Times change. But most of all, people change.

Life: so many mysteries to uncover, so little time. All for the best, maybe. If mankind obtained the answers to all their questions, what then would be the point of living?

Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting back more than the tiniest fragments.
- a description of Delirium (The Sandman: Season of Mists, "a prologue")

ThisHasToBeReallyQuickBecauseOMGI'veGotThingsToDo

...and I have to procrastinate!

Hello, hello. Nearly a month has gone since my last update. Things have been pretty hectic. Tests here and there, reports to write, projects to finish, presentations and all that jazz. In addition, this so-called thing called 'life' appeared and dragged me off to various places.

What has happened since my last post, hmm...

There was a Mensa conference, which was fun. The one thing I loved the most was that I could be as incredibly awkward as I wanted to and no one batted an eye. I love my people. It was a fecking IQ-test though, to find the place. I failed that test, seeing as I have the navigational capabilities of a blind tortoise lying on its back. But this story craves another post altogether, and frankly, I don't have the time.

The weekend after that I went to this anime conference. Twas fun! Once again, I love my people. I loved the looks on the ordinary people's faces as they walked past the queue. If facial expressions could speak, theirs would've likely said "WTF is happening??!" I can't blame them. It's not everyday you see Batman, various anime characters, vampires, zombies, ninjas and Darth Vader standing in line outside a building.

Booty shall be listed some other time.

And oh, yeah. This happened:

Omg I found my father!!!

So basically, I've got a bunch of books I want to read, a bunch of TV shows I want to catch up on, a bunch of anime series I want to watch and etc. But I can't...

...because of T.E.E.S.

But all is not lost, for I have found a new ally! Her name is Coffee, and she is my friend.

Gotta go now, I have a test tomorrow and 21 pages left to read.

COFFEE!!!

PS: We watched Persuasion (2007) in English class, and it's safe to say I've fallen in love with another one of Ms Austen's men. I also loved a line from the blurb at the back of the book... So melodic, so beautiful. It shall be my parting quote for now.

A love story tinged with the heartache of missed opportunities.

Excuses and Stories

So hello. It's been a while.

I could pretend that I've been kept busy by T.E.E.S. and so on, but really, I've only got my own laziness to blame. Well that, and Mock The Week... and MLIA... and those shiny online games. T.E.E.S. is partially to blame too, to be quite honest, as this past month I've been doing mostly nothing but running around trying to meet deadlines. But it's my autumn break! So finally, I can sit down and relax!

...not really, I've got shiteloads of things that are due after autumn break, so boo.

Quick recap of how my super-duper-über-extra-amazingly-fantastically-fabulously-fascinating life has played out:

Biology excursion: I went to the mountains! It was awesome, except for the climbing part... and the report we had to write later. But really, it was awesome.

The View

Class picture: Since the powers-that-be decided to be lame and only take portrait pictures, our class took matters in our own hands and took our own class picture! Shame that some people were absent that day, but meh.

Coffee, loads of coffee~

History test: There were loads of other tests, but this one is special. Our teacher has a nice policy that allows us to retake tests until we get a grade that we're satisfied with. I felt that my previous one was shite, so I actually stayed up late, and woke up early to review. Turns out, I didn't really need to retake that one because I got an A.

Presents: I got presents! From Bean! Oh joy!! :D

Gym: is the bane of my existence. We had to run 2 km, and I cheated by jumping on a guy's back. I felt awesome, until he dropped me 3 seconds later and I had to run on my own.

Hamlet: I'm actually pleased with my English class this year. It's focus is on literature, and so I stated last year that I would go bananas if we Shakespeare wasn't mentioned at least once. Not only did we discuss The Bard more than once, we also analyzed his sonnets and watched 'Shakespeare in Love' *and* 'Hamlet'. AND we played Jeopardy (which I totally won). AND I saw in our book that we're going to discuss Brokeback Mountain. So yes - I'm very much pleased. More than pleased, even.

Hugh Laurie: I actually dreamed that I was in a relationship with Hugh Laurie. Not Dr House - Hugh Laurie. It was weird.

Eddie Izzard: My tickets finally arrived!!! I'm seeing him this December!!! w00t!!

I met my soulmate: Well, not really... but there was this guy who was wearing an Urahara hat.

An Urahara hat

My friends and I spotted him when we were on our way to gym class. My friend jokingly wagered that she would give me a hundred *and* be my servant during autumn break if I went over and touched the guy. She must've underestimated the amount of caffeine in my system that day, because I promptly ran over to the guy and asked for a hug. I then noticed that he was wearing one of my favorite shirts:

But a lie told a thousand times can become the truth!

If that's not meant to be, ladies and gentlemen, then I don't know what is.

Oh, and I'm working on a great story. I got the idea while walking home from school. I hope to finish it sometime during autumn break... I've got loads of other projects I'm working on, but I'll manage.

Until next time!

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
- William Faulkner