It Took A Lot To Not Name This Entry After Rebecca Black

I was going to write something along the lines of 'party and party and YEAH' or 'fun fun fun fun' as the title, but I shall refrain from doing that. Besides, I've already used both of those in previous posts.
(Also, I will admit to not knowing what words to capitalise and what words to leave entirely in lower case when writing titles. Whoops. Guess I'll just capitalise the entire thing and hope nobody notices).

It took two hours, but I managed to write 900 words on a book I skimmed over, analysing it with a literary theory that I don't fully understand. I am so proud of myself.
Who the hell decided I should go with formalism? Oh wait, that was me. Well then. That was a stupid idea, wasn't it?
Now to go finish my Drama assignment. Aw dang. That's going to suck.

This house is great with bugs and creepy crawlies. Gradually, a family of baby spiders spread out across the ceiling. I was typing away happily (or not so happily) when I just so happened to look up. They were both above and in front of me. It was quite creepy, but I couldn't be bothered moving so I just sort of... kept chilling with them. They seemed friendly enough, and only one was walking around. Perhaps the others were sleeping? Dad just came in and sprayed them for me so I have taken refuge in the other, less awesome lounge room. =3

The tiredness is slowly kicking in. My eyes feel kinda heavy but my brain seems to be alert still. I think today will be hell at school, but I'll live. Probably. Unless I get hit by a bus on the short trip from the car to the pavement outside the school. That seems rather unlikely, though stranger things have happened.

I survived my 3am working session and have worked more efficiently than I usually do. I still don't know why I work so much better in the morning. My attentiveness just kind of fades away into nothing by the afternoon. Which is rather unfortunate. I'm a bit of an insomniac so I always have trouble falling asleep. As such, I'll purposefully stay up late so I am tired when I go to bed and fall asleep immediately rather than end up tossing and turning all night. That, coupled with early mornings, can not be good.
I am my own worst enemy, it would seem.

The roosters just started making noise next door. Oh my God shut up fml.

Edit: I totally didn't spend the last 15 minutes downloading skins and meshes for Sims 2 based on Hetalia characters. Definitely not.

K, maybe I did. Whatever. My Death Note Sims are boring me. Light won't kill anyone and my one source of drama (ie: Mello sleeping with everyone) is no longer dramatic. Seems the rest of the Wammy kids' are perfectly okay with being cheated on. o_O Strange children.

Edit 2: I just found Sims 2 boxer shorts coloured in the different nations flags. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as beautiful as this *flails* I don't even wear boxers and I desperately want a pair with the union jack on them<3

I Hate Mornings

The title makes me think of Garfield. I love that cat. And I agree with him; Mondays suck.

I tried to be uber quiet when I woke up this morning so everyone else could remain asleep. The house was silent and dark, and each slight movement reverberated through my entire room and echoed down the hall. The shadows cast by the light of my phone danced upon the walls but, obviously (and thankfully enough) they did not make sounds as they slid from surface to surface, though at times I almost expected them to. Yes, the house was indeed the quietest it had been for quite some time.
Cue me stumbling down the ladder of my bunk, dropping everything over my desk and almost slamming into the hallway door. Good God, I think the neighbours five houses down heard me get up.
I obviously do not have a stealthy bone in my body, despite the stories I've been told from my family in the wars and the fact that my Dad is able to get up, make himself breakfast and coffee and start exercising outside without any of us ever waking. And then there's me, who can't get out of bed without alerting the entirety of my suburb.
Go figure.
I've also managed to drop half a biscuit in my tea, so it tastes all chocolate-y and weird. But that's neither here nor there, really. It's just... annoying, yes, that's a very good word. I feel very annoyed.

I've been up for half an hour now. It's about 3:30. The last time I woke up this early was to catch a plane, so I'm feeling rather disorientated. I'm only awake to finish (read: start) an assignment, you see. It's my own bloody fault for leaving it until the last minute, right? Still, I'm annoyed at the existence of such an assignment. How dare it take away my free time? I could be sleeping! Hell, I could be watching anime. Right now.

F.M.L. orz

There is a positive though. I seem to think better in the mornings. I'm much more cynical and bitchy, but at least my writing tends to improve. Well, my vocabulary does. My grammatical ability tends to fall, but I can proof read later. Here's hoping I do get this assignment done.

It's inching closer and closer to 4am, so I should start soon. If I skip instrumental this morning, I'll have 4 hours to work. I can totally do this!

Also this is not procrastinating. I'm blogging to get my mind into a writing mood. Yes. That's what I'm doing. Mmhm.

Each time I go to have a drink I can taste the chocolate and feel the biscuit crumbs floating in my tea. FFFfffff-

It's Been Awhile

What a sucky title
So this will be a brief (me, brief? Hahaha, funny joke) overview of the last few months.

- School sucks. Work overload. Well, it's probably not that bad, but I procrastinate. A lot.
- I can't get the newest Pokemon game =(
- 3DS SOON
- New Radiohead album is kind of... disappointing.
- I'm feeling happier now than I have in awhile.
- I am sick of my home life.
- The world is ending (so many natural disasters!)
- I think I'm falling in love. Again. Or not. Let me elaborate on this in a little bit.

OK, the Radiohead album? Not enjoying it. Honestly... There are a few songs I'm loving (Little by Little is gorgeous) but... other than that, I can't get into it. Also, I keep finding references from the lyrics in the book I'm studying in Extension English. We're studying Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, and I think there are many quotes being used in Radiohead songs. 'Little by little, by hook or by crook', anyone?

I really am feeling happier at the moment. Still detached, but not as badly as last year. My friends are epic, don't get me wrong. It's me being an insecure person that's the problem.

Home... what can I say that doesn't sound like normal teenager angst? I love my family. I always will. But Mum's bipolar-ness is really getting to me, and she's able to walk all over my Dad. He'll bitch about her to me every night, yet won't stand up to her? Ball-less, I tell you. Ball-less! Heh.

Now, the last dot point. It's not true. Not fully. Love is a strong word. I thought I was in love with my ex, and it took over two years to fully get over him, but I'm now doubting that was true love. So what the hell is true love?
This post was not supposed to be me debating what love is. I need to stop going off on my own little tangents. Back on topic!

The current guy I'm into... Yeah well... the entire situation kinda sucks for me. It's frustrating, addicting, heart-wrenching, exciting and overall everything you'd expect a teenage crush to be, really.
I'm not sure if I want to hold him close or punch him in the face. Both sound good. ^_^

But I love our friendship, and whatever else is going on underneath that, so I guess I can't complain. Whatever happens will happen. I've just got to let things work themselves out. I'll be whatever he wants me to be, as long as I get to stick with him... at least for a while. That's the crux of it, really...