Procrastinating. (Penny #12)

"Procrastinate today, because the world might end tomorrow."

So, while I was meant to be working on a couple of assignments, I couldn't help but feel the incessant tug of the internet far too strongly to actually pay attention to what I was meant to be doing. Tentatively, I opened up a new tab and thought, 'I'll just look up this one thing, before I forget.' And so, by the end of the day, I had spent hours on Gmail and Youtube and ended up watching a variety of entertaining and nostalgic videos.

Well. So much for my plans to finish my Textiles assignment by the end of the weekend. All I can really say at the moment is that I've finally discovered how truly awesome Yuki Kajiura and the members of FictionJunction are. I'm also starting to realise how ridiculous my range of interests may be. They go from anime and manga, to Jpop, Kpop and Asian music in general (I listen to Thai music too - Tata Young FTW! ^^), to a variety of novels, short stories, fanfiction, journal articles, art, music, not to mention my fascination with steampunk, vintage and gothic clothing, as well as gemstones, computers, programming, etc, etc. The list goes on.

On another note, my friend recently made it as one of 12 finalists for the Sydney Young Writer of the Year Award, so cheers to her! I really do hope she wins. ^^

Well, I guess that's all for today. This was a really short post. Not that anyone cares. Or reads. Or even responds. Hmm. I feel like I'm talking to myself. Life is like that, I guess.

Penny #11

"I've had great success being a total idiot."

~ Jerry Lewis

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I've been getting told off recently, for being happy for my friends' successes and not ever getting anywhere myself. I do enjoy my fairly carefree life. And I'm not very happy with the idea that, just because I'm not doing anything that will ever 'get me anywhere in life' in my parents opinion, I'll never actually get anywhere. I'm starting to wonder how many school kids on average get told they'll be total failures on a regular basis. I know I'm just being childish and that I should stop complaining about a lot of these things, but really, is it all that bad that I've dropped Maths and Sciences for the HSC? I was never any good at them anyways. On the other hand, I do actually enjoy my other subjects, and wouldn't it be better to continue something I'm doing well in and enjoy rather than take up some subjects I completely fail at and hate?

My brothers say to take risks while you're young, so you don't regret it when you get older. My parents only seem to want to force their expectations on me. *sigh* Oh the trials of my life, so trivial and insignificant in comparison to the rest of the world.

Well, I think I'm done rambling for the moment.

Penny # 10 - The Name of the Wind

"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."
~ Kvothe, the Name of the Wind 

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So, I just got my book back (finally!). Anyone who knows me well enough will know that I've been pining after it for weeks now. (No, seriously, I may read fast, but three months for a nearly-700-page book? That's too much. I finished it in less than two days.) But the only thing that matters now is that I have my glorious book back, I can reread it now (and neglect my homework) and I am extremely, extremely happy about it.

:D

So now I'm just going to spam quotes. From both books. Just 'cause. ^^

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"Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes."
~ Auri, Name of the Wind

"Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer."
~ Kvothe, Name of the Wind

“A tinker's debt is always paid:
Once for any simple trade.
Twice for freely given aid.
Thrice for any insult made.”

“What did you bring me?” I countered.
She grinned. “I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it’s a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce.”
“It’s a clever lettuce then.”
“Hardly,” she said with a delicate snort. “Why would anything clever think it’s a lettuce?”
“Even if it is a lettuce?” I asked.
“Especially then,” she said. “Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.”
~ Kvothe and Auri, Name of the Wind

"Master Elodin, why don’t you want to teach me naming?"
"That’s the wrong question, try again."
"Why are you burning your clothes?"
"Nope. Not even close to the right question."
"Oh God, whose rooms are these?"
"Very Good. I would also have accepted, ‘Why don’t you have a key for this room?’ or ‘What are we doing in here?'"
~ Kvothe and Elodin, Wise Man's Fear

“A story is like a nut, A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, thinking it of little worth. But a wise women finds a way to crack the shell and eat all the meat inside.”
~ Vashet, Wise Man's Fear

“I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn’t know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.”

All I want is someone who likes me.”
“All I want is a clear sigh,” I said.
“I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket,” Wil said. “And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.”
~ Wil, Sim and Kvothe, Wise Man's Fear

"No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection."
~ Kvothe, Wise Man's Fear

"It’s just ointment in case you get burned,” he explained. “But if you mix it with piss, it turns into candy.” Sim’s expression was deadpan. “Delicious candy.”
~ Sim, Wise Man’s Fear

“And if I mix it with piss it turns into delicious candy, right?” I laughed. “Did you make a bet with Wilem about how much of this I’d swallow? Nothing becomes flammable when you mix it with water.”
[...]
Thick orange flame roared up, burning three feet high until it flickered and died. Sim set down the empty crucible with a slight click and looked at me gravely. “Say it.”
I looked down at my feet. “I know nothing about alchemy.”
~ Kvothe and Sim, Wise Man's Fear

‎”I also felt guilty about the three pens I’d stolen. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.”

Elias: “That, was a damn fine pie.”
“Don’t you cuss Elias, there’s no call for that.”
Elias: “Oh, honey, don’t get yourself in a twit. Damfine is a kind of apple, innit? Sort of foreign apple from off in Atur. They named it after Baron Damfine, if I remember correct.”
Kote: “I got these from the Bentons”
Elias: “Oh, that’s my mistake then. I’d swear it was a Damfine pie for all that. Maybe the Bentons got themselves some Damfine apples and don’t know it.”
~ Wise Man's Fear

“It was almost as if up until that point, he’d just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually saw him.
Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn’t notice it herself. It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.”
~ Kvothe, Wise Man's Fear

"Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I have ever seen. Ever."
~ Elodin, Name of the Wind

"Blue! Blue! Blue!"
~ Elodin

"Wow, Uresh. Your next assignment is to have sex. If you do not know how to do this, see me after class."
~ Elodin, Wise Man's Fear

... And everything else Elodin says. LOL. God bless Pat Rothfuss for writing such awesome books. Everything is quotable. Not to mention brilliant. :)

Penny #9

"Do you know what it's like to run spellcheck for six hours? It's like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up." 

~ Patrick Rothfuss

 

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So I officially love this guy's books.  I would be quoting from them, but this is just a quick post and I lent them to a friend (and miss them terribly, they're awfully good books).

Can of Worms: Is it okay to spy on your teenager online?

Or rather, Is it okay for parents to spy on their kids online?

I recently discovered the new show 'Can of Worms' which discusses a variety of topics/issues we see present in society nowadays. While the first half asked us whether being called 'Bogan' was offensive, the second half brought up the more serious issue of children and parents in relation to the internet.

The question itself brings up various issues. If I were to ask the average teenager, the stereotypical response would be a definite NO, with invasion of privacy being used as an excuse. This is typically overridden by parents who state that 'It's only for their own good.' That's almost like stating that hacking into another country's military satellite in order to gather information about their actions is perfectly fine, since we're only keeping tabs on what they're doing to make sure that nothing bad happens to us.

Okay, so that was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the general idea.

So, is it okay to spy on your kids online? If we were to rephrase that question as, 'Would you like it if your parents were spying on you online?' My answer would most definitely be NO. After careful deliberation, my answer to the original question would still be 'No.'

I think it'd much better if you didn't introduce a child to the internet until they reach a certain age, or rather, a certain level of maturity. It's be best if you didn't allow a child to run around blindly on the net on his/her own, so the whole 'spying on your kids online' makes sense. But, if they're at an age where they've established a decent set of morals and rules for themselves, you should be able to trust them not to do anything too dodgy online.

So why wouldn't I want my parents spying on me online? Well, isn't it obvious? I'm not necessarily doing anything dodgy and I'm' not a fan of social networking sites. I don't play that many online games (anymore), either. But really, the thought that they're spying on you while you're researching, while you're downloading music, reading blogs, or just watching funny videos really bugs me. I once had my aunt sit down next to me for about half an hour while I was browsing DeviantArt. Just watching what I was doing. It's very awkward and uncomfortable. It's like having someone looking over your shoulder at everything you're doing. It's annoying.

The fact of the matter is, there will always be something parents don't want their children to do. It may not be something as drastic as smoking or taking drugs, but it's still there. My parents hate anime. I don't stop watching it. I treat it like I treat my books. It's a hobby and I love it. My parents hate the music I listen to as well, but that's not gonna stop me from listening to it. That little bit of freedom we may or may not have on the net is like a dose of medication that helps us get through our hectic teenage lives (which we're really overreacting about, according to the majority of adults I've met) and I would honestly hate it if I found out that my parents were monitoring every little thing I did both online and in real life. Control freaks, much? They can't protect us from everything out there and we're not all as naive as they think. Unfortunately. I think that if we've grown up well enough, we'll know our limits, know the dangers, and know what we should or shouldn't do.

So that's my two cents on the topic. What do you think?

Penny #8

"Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart."

~ Mort Walker

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Went to the Quilt and Craft Fair yesterday. (The Penny is completely unrelated) Everything was so pretty! It was so awesome. Lace and beads and fabrics everywhere. The only problem was I ran out of money before I could get everything I wanted, therefore, I plan to save up as much as possible for next year. ^^

Oh, and quilts are trippy. Some much more than others.

Untitled #5

They moved us;
Left us in a different place.
We were walked into a room
Toys scattered everywhere
So many toys...

And atop the table
A rainbow!
Condensed into a jar
Divided.
We picked up a colour
And played with it.

We drew ourselves.
Nothing but geometric shapes.
Simple
But undeniably us.

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Untitled #4

You remember the taunts,
You remember the games,
You remember the fun.
You remember
(best of all)
Throwing tantrums.

Memories of lion cubs
Scuffles and scares;
Nostalgia.

Time passes
Inevitably.
You wave goodbye to them all every morning
Then spend your time sorting coins.
And waiting.

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Untitled #3

The walls are white,
Like always
--Why have you never noticed this before?
(Is it because
--Just maybe
The stage was always dark while you stood on it?)

The walls are white,
The lights are on,
They sat you in front of a box.
Flashing colours, silly sounds
You laugh a bit, look around
Then wonder why they're gone.

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Feeling very mellow today. Here's a Penny before I forget:

Penny #7

"By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out."

~ Richard Dawkins

Untitled #2

You began a process
--Process of elimination,
Subtly, oh so subtly.
(There's a hole
In your piggy bank and they're dropping out
--The pennies, of course)

A new flame alights
And yours flickers
For just a second.

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Are these poems related? Who knows? What are they about? I'll leave that for you to figure out yourself. ^^

Untitled #1

There was a time
When we were Inspired.

A time
When we'd fall into that deep well
Accidentally on purpose.
We'd stay there until a frog would leap out,
Ask us what we were doing,
Bribe us with a gift,
And lure us away.
But sooner or later we'd come back
Simply because.

The well was still there
And there was always time.

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I found a bunch of mini poems I'd written a while ago just the other day, and, since I'm not doing anything else with this blog, just felt like posting them. I'm curious as to whether I can even call them poems since they look more like cut up little stories to me.

Mind you, there's some very strange metaphors even I can't understand. Is that a good or a bad thing?
Feel free to interpret these whichever way you wish. I'll post another one up when I can.

An Average Post

Think boxes.

Then think boxes in boxes.

... In boxes and boxes and boxes.

This was pretty much how heavily wrapped our presents to my good friend, Average, were today. (Yes, we call her Average - check out her blog, it's good material.) Amongst the strange bright pink cake from Michel's Patisserie, the bottles of soft drink, the packs of choc chip cookies, the Tim Tams, the presents, the pretzels and the general assortment of snacks we brought to school today, hidden among the crowd of students, all vying for some food, was just another average girl turning sixteen.

Happy birthday! :D

This post is just as average as you are. LOL.

Don't Try to Make Sense of This. Seriously.

These past few days I can't help but feel an acute sense of 'loss' in my world. Unfortunately, I don't really know what it is that I've lost. Is it time? It makes sense considering the large amount of things piling up on my to-do-list, as well as all that homework I don't feel like doing (I'm probably the biggest procrastinator you'd ever meet.) There is a certain amount of loneliness that probably appears whenever my brothers leave to go out and have fun while I'm left behind (I blame school for this), but it's pretty normal, so that's probably not it. There's also the whole art/writing block which has been bugging me -- but, really, there's no time for me to focus on anything but the homework I am, evidently, not completing.

I suppose it's very hard to pinpoint these things exactly. I have a mind which focuses on myself, naturally. Apparently the constant battle between morals and self-satisfaction seems to be doing something to my emotional state -- well, frustration is the obvious result.

I went to Borders yesterday. There was a massive sale since they were closing down, but I got there pretty late. It had to be one of the most depressing things I've seen in a while; rows and rows of empty shelves. It didn't help that I didn't even manage to grab a few books at a bargain price, because anything I wanted was gone already. I wasted about ten minutes there, searching vainly for something of value in that small pile of leftover books that nobody wanted. When I left, I left with nothing.

As expensive as they may be, a book is a book, and I love them. Bookstores were among my favourite places to be and I don't go out much. Money saved was used on books. Every time I walked out of a book store (be it Angus and Robertson, Borders, Dymocks or QBD), I knew I could come back with more money and buy another book. Unfortunately, now that my local bookstores have been shut down, I have to search for new ones, or order online (something my dad completely disapproves of). Therefore, it's going to be much harder for me to buy books and I won't be able to browse through my favourite bookstores anymore.

This has been bugging me since yesterday.

Really! With technology developing the way it is, one day electricity will be the most valuable resource to the point where humanity will be completely dependent on it. And when there's a blackout everyone will panic and there will be chaos. I can imagine it right now. Serves you right for getting rid of my bookstores dammit.

Yes, my rambling tends to lead nowhere. Listen to the title of this post and don't try to make sense of this.

Penny #6

"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once they grow up."

~Pablo Picasso

Picasso is a very quotable person. :)

If you were to compare the me in primary school to the me you see now, you'd probably wonder what went wrong. In primary school I was winning awards, I was at the top of the class, I was so goddamn proud of myself it was ridiculous. Come high school and I'm averaging everything, then the marks got lower and lower and lower. Why? Lack of motivation is one thing. Bad teaching? Possibly. (I am of the opinion that the best teachers are the ones that can give a person the motivation to complete a task and do their best at it) Parents are a big influence obstacle as well, constantly badgering you with negative comments about your subjects and how much you fail at life.You have the choice of trying to please them, or completely ignoring what they say.

In primary school I had a dream. I wanted to write and to draw and paint and do all sorts of ridiculous things -- but not build a spaceship. I never even thought of that. I should build a spaceship.

... Huh. I just went off randomly there...

We got our reports this week. I didn't do so great. The teachers kept going on about how much "potential" I have. You get the idea. I'll leave it at that. Have a nice life. ^^

Penny #5

"Nature is a petrified magic city."
~ Novalis

Because it's a nice quote, and how else would we end up with these beautiful images?

Sweet William... by gomit

Mars. by sunchameleon

They're linked to where I found them, so yeah.

I've been neglecting these little pennies. I'm kind of blogging when I can and whenever I feel like it, so it's generally all very random at the moment.

^^

And School Is Back So Soon?

The problem with hanging out with people older than you is that they finish school first. I'm talking about family here and, as the third youngest of seven children - anyone who knows me would know I'm the third child of four, but I see my cousins as an extra three siblings, considering how close we all are - I've been given the honour of watching the majority of our family start their lives outside of school. This isn't so bad, especially in a family where everyone communicates well and helps each other, but once you see them out, enjoying their lives, studying what they want to study, earning money, driving around, living independently and generally just doing new things, you can't really help but feel a little left behind.

To give a little background here:
The two youngest children in our little group (my little brother and my cousin) are both five years younger than me (and half a year apart in age) - it's probably worth noting that my middle cousin and I are also half a year apart in age, while his elder sister is five years older than me. My older brother (the other middle child, as we call him) is only a year older than me, while my eldest brother is three years older than me. This is without including my baby cousins, both born last year, and, coincidentally, half a year apart in age as well.

Being much closer to the older part of our group than the younger part, I've seen my cousins and brothers finishing school without breaking a sweat, and going on to start work and study and actually enjoy their lives.

In contrast we have me: still in school, procrastinating on just about every subject possible, miserable, possibly depressed (so they tell me, though I highly doubt it), extremely frustrated, stubborn, and stressed (this is due to my own personality. I know it. It doesn't change anything), too eager to skip ahead, to get past all this "pointless" stuff and move onto working on something I'll actually find interesting. Now I know high school isn't pointless. One should not shirk their high school education, even if they're heading for a more creative subject! But that's beside the point. The point is that I wanted to get out and move on with my life - I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feels this - after twelve years in school, in which, half the time, I'm doing something that won't be relevant to my life whatsoever. The process of study, study, study, with hardly a room for breaks, except during school holidays, is probably what a normal person from my school would do. I, on the other hand, sit there dreaming and wishing and wondering when the hell will my life begin? In other words, procrastinating, and longing for the next year and a half to pass by as quickly as possible so I can be doing something that's interesting, rather than sitting around, "studying".

To put it simply, I'm the type of person who starts things but doesn't finish them. I'm the type who loses interest the moment it becomes too much of a hassle to try. No one should ever look up to me. My god, I'm a terrible role model.

The only reason why I bring this up is because the school holidays have ended and we go back tomorrow. In term 1 I realised that I've become increasingly moody as the weeks go by, hating school to the point that I would rather go to the hospital than go back there (a large exaggeration, of course). Every week goes by slowly and weekends are spent wondering where the hell my life is going and how much I've screwed up. As routine as it is, I do drag myself to school every day. My inability to get sick gives me no excuse to stay home. Every Sunday night I agonize over the fact that I have to attend another week of school starting the next day. Mood swings are abundant. Eventually, I end up asleep without having done any homework.

I'd actually be very interested to get my mental state evaluated by a professional, however, I doubt that will ever happen, and this is all probably just me stressing over school or something.

I honestly don't know where this post is going, so I'll stop here. Enjoy your life while I try to think up something else to blog about. :)

Childhood Memories

You hear everyone saying they want to go back to those days where all they did was laze around and do whatever it is kids do, but I actually think they're better off where they are. Take me, for example, with my love of Disney movies and anime. I never actually got into such a craze for either of them until I reached year six. I find you can't really appreciate them much at a younger age either, unless your incredibly smart...

Anyways, the point is: the older we get, the more we appreciate things in our childhood. That is, unless you're inconsiderate or you just forget - I mean, you can't expect everyone to remember everything they did as a kid. You can't expect everyone to think like you either, so I'm sure a fair amount of people will think I'm spouting nonsense.

I really only brought this subject up so I could ramble on about the things I watched as a kid, my favourite of which was Anastasia, something that wasn't made by Disney. I loved the plot and the music, which I think is all that really matters. I have to say, nothing really matched up to it (in terms of kid's movies) until Tangled came along, with it's superior animation and just as great songs.

The entire story of Anastasia has that whole 'search for identity' theme (now you know I've been doing too much English homework) which I'm pretty sure a lot of us wouldn't have understood at the age of six. Not to mention large words like 'reliquary' or at least a quarter of what the characters were saying. I mean, who actually got that Rasputin was trying to get revenge on the Romanovs by slaughtering them all? I just knew he was the bad guy. And even though they were pretty straightforward in pointing out that Dmitri was a con man, I don't think I actually understood it until I rewatched the movie years later.

Come to think of it, there's a lack of Anastasia fanart in comparison to all the Disney out there. Such a shame.

I'm refraining from ranting on about anime because I'll probably end up God knows where with it all. Besides, it seems a little strange to do so, anyways.

One day, I'll structure all this better and write something more interesting. Until then, have a nice life. :)

Penny #4

"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
~ Thomas Edison

Thomas Edison. We all know Thomas Edison, don't we? The man who invented the light bulb. Somehow, I don't think he was seeing opportunity when he created it. It's seems more like something he discovered while experimenting for the sake of experimenting, like most inventors do.

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School holidays have started, so now I have plenty of time on my hands. I might actually start posting something interesting. ^^

Penny #3

"Our attitudes control our lives. Attitudes are a secret power working twenty-four hours a day, for good or bad. It is of paramount importance that we know how to harness and control this great force."
~ Tom Blandi

I have absolutely no idea who Tom Blandi is (Wiki doesn't have a page for him), but I think analysing the human psyche is interesting in general. I think Tom Blandi is trying to tell us to learn how to control ourselves, reign in our emotions and don't overreact too much - you might do something you'll regret. People react towards things differently and people have different strengths and weaknesses. We just need to learn how to harness them. :)

Penny #2

"Formula for success: under promise and over deliver."
~ Tom Peters

As promised here is another quote for the week. And have some info while you're here:

Thomas J. Peters is an American writer on business practices, best known for In Search of Excellence, one of the biggest selling and most widely read business books ever, selling 3 million copies in its first four years, and being the most widely held library book in the US from 1989 to 2006.

Wiki knows all. But a bestselling book on business? Really? o.O

Drinking Games

This will be much, much less about drinking games and much more about the aftermath. Just to warn you. :)


Now yesterday, my uncle got married. I have to say, it was a pretty hectic day, but by the time we got to the reception, we were all pretty tired. Now my dear brother, the eldest one (because, yes, I have more than one brother), had set out with a goal to reach by the end of this reception:

He wanted to get smashed.

In some ways, that's okay. We're all pretty young and I'm pretty sure everyone goes through that experience eventually. But then again, not everyone was a groomsman at their uncle's wedding. Nor did they drink an entire bottle of Hennessy in less than half an hour without eating or drinking anything else throughout the whole day.

Yeah, he was gone by 9:30. We found out that he was a pretty happy drunk, at the start. He tried to drink more because he said he couldn't feel the effects but we managed to stop him. Less than an hour later he'd disappeared along with my other two uncles (not the one getting married). We found them outside where he was crying like hell and babbling some crap about how bad he felt about something. Then he went on to the whole drunken, "Thanks guys. You guys are great, man, just great."

I've gotta say, it was hard not to laugh.

We left at about 11pm. He ended up throwing up in the car. All over his suit, too. And my jacket. And then, he passed out. As if that wasn't enough trouble, he'd stopped moving. We had to literally drag him into the house. We ended up leaving him on the bathroom floor. Luckily for us, someone in the family is studying medicine and knew exactly what to do (not to mention he'd apparently gone through this himself). Apparently a person can get permanent nerve damage when this happens to them. That's how far he'd gone. We had to keep watch over him too. Just to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit or anything. This would've been fine if it weren't for our mother (also drunk to some extent), who over-reacted in an extremely annoying way and wouldn't leave him be. Somehow I think she caused just as much trouble as he did. *sigh*

Well, there's a portion of my life I felt the need to rant about.
Have a nice day.
:)

Pennies

Here's something to get this blog going: Every week I'll post a quote. For anyone who knows me on Gmail, it's something I've been doing for about 10 weeks now. I call them "Words to Live By", but they're just slowly turning into something more like "Quotes I like that are Remotely Positive". So, I'll just call them Pennies. You know, like the ones for your thoughts. Here's the first penny:

"In three words I can sum up what I've learned about life: It goes on."

~ Robert Frost.

Indeed it does, Frost. His poetry is lovely, by the way.

Have a nice life. :)

BAM!

This is funny. I've started another blog. I won't be touching that other one ever again.
:P

It doesn't snow at all here, for your information. Well, it does snow... Somewhere else. Anyone reading this can wonder why I chose to name this blog what it is currently named. I intend to blog at least once a week; intend being the operative word. I'll try, that's all that matters.

Anyways, I have a lot of homework that needs doing (which I'm probably not going to get done since chances are I'll fall asleep while working), so that's it for now.
:)