Thursday, 30 December 2010

WARNING: It's going to be really corny.

What'd you score for Christmas?
I did well.

I got:
A video camera
A Kindle
Scott Pilgrim
A Bag
Kingdom Hearts
Stuff for travelling
A sore foot
Mediocre turkey
Doctor Who Series 5
Doctor Who pen
and that's not even all of my presents!

Now that's out of the way, we can talk about what this blog is really about.
Me being alone.
Real stuff:
There's around a week until about 60% of my close friends leave  to various places for a year.
You might not know this, because I come off as a bit of a social retard, but I really love my friends, and I don't know what I'm going to do. So many of them are going away, whether to the UK, or to the middle of nowhere (Hannnnnaaaahhhh), and while I'm planning on going to the UK later next year, I have to spend the first half of this year with no friends.
The friends who aren't going away are going straight to uni, so they will be living their super cool uni lives, and I will be trying to find a job.
Yeah, I also don't have a job.
I am going to be left here, in Camberaa, friendless, jobless, broke and lonely.
While I'm super happy that all of my friends are doing such wonderful things, exploring new places and starting their lives, and while I know that I will be doing that soon, right now, all I can think about is the fact that in a couple weeks, I'm not going to have many people left that I can just hang out with, and I'm not going to have anything to do.
So this is to all of your people, who are going away and starting your adventures.

I hope that you find something new. I hope that you have the most wonderful time, wherever you're going, and learn things and experience things and be things. I hope that every second is something you'll never regret, and I hope that even the bad times are better than any other times you've ever had.
I hope you meet new people and find new places and eat new food and listen to new music and watch new TV shows and live new days.
I hope you're safe, happy and healthy, and that everyday is fantastic.
And I hope that you don't mind me visiting you, and that you remember the people who aren't there, and that YOU SKYPE ME ALL THE TIME.
I really do love all of you, even if you don't know it, or don't want me to, or I don't really know you well enough to say that I love you, and me doing so is just a little bit creepy and weird.
Please don't forget me?

I wish you the BEST of luck.
And Rita, I hope you meet Charlie and Alex ...and Ed ... and Tom;
Hannah, I hope you meet lotsa hot Army boys;
Senor Stoppies, I hope you meet a pretty lady to keep you entertained or something *winky face*;
Jac, I hope you meet Rafa, or at LEAST someone with a bottom as nice as his (awkward?);
and everyone else I hope you meet nice people and stuffz.

Uni peeps, I love you, and you'd better not ditch me for your cool new artsy uni friends (Alwad ...)

There is a new, not lame and corny blog that I'm working on, FULL of embarrassing stories and funny, awkward anecdotes coming soon. I just wanted to write this before all the relevant people left me.


I do really love all of you.

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Maffsy Fun!

 lol oxymoron.

Sometimes I make maths out of my food and with my hands.
Today, with great difficulty, I managed to capture one of these moments for you.

 Half-eaten quiche > Chilli Quesadilla
And yes, in the time it took me to take that, my food did get cold. I like to think it was worth it.

While I am aware that this isn't exactly the most complex mathematics around, or even that I've learned (I can multiply 5 by 2 without a calculator), but seriously. How complex do you think the maths you can do is with food, your hands, and while still taking a sweet as photo like that one above?
Not very.
So quit yo' whining.
It is fun though.
... Yeah, I do some weird crap. I just like to share it with you.


I hate bad ads on TV. There are so many. That stupid cordial ad, with the guy who changes his name to Elizabeth? Seriously.
Get lost, you stupid douche.
I don't even understand why it's so unbelievable. I mean, he's talking to the cordial expert, whose job it is to know about the cordial.
AND EVEN SO. Why would he actually do it?? Change his name, I mean.
Is the cordial woman SUCH a bitch, that she followed him and made sure he did it?
Everything about this ad is ridiculous and I hate it.

I kind of just wanted to rant about that stupid ad.
I know there are other stupid ones that I hate, but that's one of the worst. Especially because it's on all the time.
Stupid televis--
...No. No. No no no no no no. NO!
Ge-- Get away from me! Help me! It's, it's my television. It's coming for me.
I can't hold it off much longer!
Just call someone! Call someone to save me!
I can't take much longer. HELP!

Sorry. I was bored.
I think I'm done now.

[insert random nerdy quote]

Chat to ya laterz.
(I like to think there's more than one of you.)

Do you like TELEVISION? (yes, yes, oh god, yes. please?)
Do you like AARDVARKS?
Do you like REGGAE?

Monday, 20 December 2010


Oh, Summer.
You are a cold-hearted wench.
Why you so cold?
Seriously, scarf, jacket, jeans, long-sleeved shirt and slippers.
I have some serious words to say:

Attn: Global Warming
           I regret to inform you that based on current evidence, you have not lived up to the expectations placed upon you. While we, as a people, understand that these expectations were not placed on you by yourself, but by experts in their field, it is still disappointing and unacceptable in a world where there are already so few things known by us. Your inability to provide what has been promised has resulted in many disgruntled consumers, who are all now suffering a cold, wet summer.

           We at HumanWorld Inc. (also known as HumWo Inc.) have the unpleasant task of requesting that you remove your application for a position in our organisation.
Perhaps next year, if you were to re-apply, we could examine your application again.
Thank you for your interest, and we look forward to hearing from you again.


Director of Human Resources,
HumanWorld Inc.,
Adrienne May


Attn: Cold Weather


I mean,I like the cold, and stuff. But there's a reason I live in Australia. I was born here. AND ALSO I LIKE SUMMER, HOT CHRISTMASES WITH PRETTY DRESSES.
Like, seriously. If you get clothes for Christmas, you want to try them on, and it being COLD makes it so much more unpleasant, and so much less pleasant, to try on these clothes.
What am I meant to do?
NOT try them on?
SUFFER the cold?
No. No. I won't stand for it.
*sits down*

Anyway, in other news, did you hear that Google wants to remove the CAPS LOCK key. To aVOID AWKWArd situations like that, where you go to press the 'A' key and end up pressing the caPS LOCK. And other reasons. Like because flamerzzz use it and it's aggressive. And blah blah blah. Bob Lob Law.
Stupid Google.
How silly is Google?
Really silly.

*is assassinated by Google assassins*

Finally, Project for Awesome was amazing! If you missed the action unfolding over the weekend, you can check out a plethora of amazing videos by just searching 'p4a' on YouTube or following these links:
View and Link
Viewimon gets his orgasm shoes on. You know you want to watch it ...

There is plenty to choose from in the above! Three of them are world vision related, but I really like all of the vloggers, so deal with it.
There's also this video, just to show you how awesome P4A is:
If you go to the channel that came from, there are a whole bunch of videos from the P4A livestream (off YouTube! Who knew YouTube could do that?!)

AND if you want to help, without paying ANY MONEY go here.

Oddling children.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

This is a shout out!

To all of the people, who, while I'm sure you are incredibly loved by some people, and at least one person in the world thinks you're beautiful and funny and fantastic, I am severely unimpressed with, because it is you people who helped contribute to my ATAR dropping.
Thank you so much!
It doesn't matter; I didn't really want to get into Psychology with honours at ANU. I wanted to waste my ATAR of 92.4 by doing a course with an entry score of 75, while being just slightly off getting into the honours course.
You, Daramalan College, and your stupid friends are who I have to thank for this.

Monday, 13 December 2010

OK, so I'm proof-reading this. You win, adoring masses.

I listen to so much music. I have so many different bands from so many different genres. No one has ever gone through my iPod and not found at least three things they liked.

Do you know what happened to me in year 7?
I went to a Hilary Duff concert.
And was in the mosh pit. - if it can be called that at a Hilary Duff concert... -
By myself.
There was literally a 4 year old girl, her 2 year old sister, and their mum standing behind me. -.-
You didn't know I was this cool, did you?
Luckily, it doesn't go down in history as my first concert ever, because when I was about 10, I went to a Midnight Oil concert. With my mum.
And I may have fallen asleep ...
But anyway.

These embarrassing confessions do have a purpose, and it's not just to entertain.
The other night as I was meant to be going to sleep -- I suck at sleeping lately, but have been coming up with brilliant ideas for stuff -- I was thinking about my personal music history, and I guess I want to share it with you.

I am someone who would definitely say that the music I listen to has shaped who I am. And let's just exclude Hilary Duff from that. -- did you know she wrote a book?? WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? --

In case you haven't noticed, I'm now using dashes to denote when I'm going on a random tangent. Just FYI.

Growing up, I guess I did what most people do; I listened to the music that my parents and older brother listened to. My mum doesn't really listen to much, which left me with Queensryche, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and later on some Grinspoon and Powderfinger. So when I started looking for some music of my own, where the hell do you start looking from there? Answer: Lizzie McGuire. Hellz yeah.

And so begun the year or so of Metamorphosis playing on repeat ALL THE TIME. I still know all the words.
This was probably when I was about 10, and also on the scene was the ever-popular (lol) Baby, One More Time CD, and my party mix CDs and So Fresh CDs. A promising start, I think you'll agree.

Year 7 was the fateful, lonely HilsD concert. I was actually driven there with Aleks and her family, but unfortunately, they had seats, and I was too hardcore for seats, so we went our separate ways at the doors, and I spent the whole concert trying to psych myself up enough to dance.
I did.
Picture it: me, 13 and awkward, trying and failing to wear make-up like a cool kid, dancing around in the mosh pit for Hilary Duff.
And this is why I blog. So that people can laugh at me.
No wonder no-one loves me.
(Ohhhh, that self-deprecating humour. Always a winner.)

Anyway, it was after the end of this traumatic (though I didn't know it yet) year that the first change came.
And it was a big'un.

During the 2005/6 summer holidays, my oldest and incredibly lovely friend Courtney came up to visit me from Melbourne -- with her family we weren't old (cool) enough for solo trips -- bringing with her the cheap and kinda dodgy mp3 player she had. On this, she made me listen to three songs. Oh Happy Day, a Christina Aguilera song -- that resulted in a sad, but thankfully brief foray into buying and listening to her CD --, and finally, and most importantly, Cute Without the E (Cut from the Team) by Taking Back Sunday.

I think I learnt the words to this song within a day, had (totally legally ...) downloaded all of the other songs that Taking Back Sunday had out at the time within a week, and within a month and my return to school, made all my friends (Sarah) listen to them. I then spent the next 6 months, every lunch, with my iPod on, one headphone in my ear, one in Sarah's, walking around listening to TBS.
I was frantic.
It was different.
It was new.
And it was a little bit rebellious.
Seriously, the line "... you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt" was actually the most amazing thing I'd ever heard.

And so began what I like to call The Emo Years.
Taking Back Sunday lead to dark eye make-up, which lead to Hawthorne Heights, which lead to skinnies, which lead to Matchbook Romance, which lead to black hair, which lead to Panic! at the Disco when they were still exclaiming, and on and on.
And through all that?
I was using those display pictures of lyrics and pictures as my MSN profile picture.
Remember? No?
Well ...


(it's taking back sunday, lulz)


Just thought I'd give you some examples. #helper

So, while this may seem totally irrelevant and random, it was while using these silly things (thatisecretlystillLOVE) that I stumbled across one.

Now, it wasn't exactly that one (I wasn't THAT lame) but it had the same words.
Man, I loved those words.
I saw that, and had it as my picture, and I was like "That's awesome! What could it be from?" Did the internet generation thing and googled and, and found a song.
I would post the song here, but blogspot sucks, so I can't.
Here's a link if you're curious.
No really, here.
Sorry, couldn't resist.

Wow. Now we're on to the Brand New years.
I love Brand New.
That little gif up there is responsible for me finding my favourite band. Ever.
Topped Taking Back Sunday. Topped Hilary Duff. Topped everything. Still does.
And you know what? I went to a Brand New concert by myself and I'm not even ashamed of it.

Anyway ... I went from random emo to falling in love with this band, and I still love them
A little gif changed my life.

And it's gone from Hilary Duff, to Taking Back Sunday, to The Emo Years (@Sarah, lol, year 8), to Brand New, to my serious and long-term relationship with YouTube musicians, to having completely open musican horizons (excl. hip hop, rap, and RnB [excl. Hilltop Hoods]). And I love it.

Now, Brand New, YouTube music, Trock, Wrock and weird awesome random bands are fill my iPod and it's some of the best things I've ever heard. And while I'm sure I'll progress past some of these, I am so happy with the contributions they have made to me.

So, in summary, I start too many paragraphs with 'so' and I have no idea what this post was about, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it, and finding out the embarrassing stories of my past.
Don't laugh at me IRL, please?

Someone googled oddlings.
And it linked to me.
And oddlings are actually a thing.
Crazy world.

Saturday, 11 December 2010


I have freaking views from Russia. RUSSIA!
If you're in Russia, and you're reading this (or Denmark or any of the other obscure countries) WOW I LOVE YOU.
I have views in ten different countries. TEN! That's almost a big enough number to merit writing it in numbers instead of letters, according to the rule of thumb in English essays and such, where if a number is ten or below, you write it in letters, and above ten and you write it in numbers. WOW.

It's actually pretty crazy, this whole blogging thing. I mean, I started this out with no idea what I'd write or who would read it. In fact, I didn't think anyone would read it. And yesterday, without posting the link on my faceybook [DID YOU KNOW: Facebook might try to trademark the word face? Yeah! So now I am going to call it facey for ever more. And no, I'm not even kidding. The link is right there. See for yourself. CLICK IT.], I still got 11 flippin' page views. That's a big enough number to write in numbers!
Man, I love you guys so much.
Also, yes, I get all my news from thecynchannel.
DID YOU KNOW: Scientists have found two snowflakes that are the same. OH MY GOD. All those metaphors just became redundant. Now what are we supposed to be unique like? Are we meant to be unique like ... I don't know! I can't even think of an amusing comparison. What does this mean?!

But I disgress. Just a tad.
So I guess I should start writing more. And writing interesting things, not just marvelling at the overwhelming (well ... kind of overwhelming) number of people who look at the stuff I put on the internet.

So ... Christmas.
There are already presents for me under my tree. ALREADY! And one of them is a book and I want to know what book it is and one of them is a something I don't know and I want to know!
Do you know what you're getting for Christmas?
I DO know that I'm getting a Kindle. And a video camera. Yeah boiii. The plus side of divorced parents? Double present time.
That might not be an appropriate thing to say, but hey. It's true. :)

This might be the end.
I shall try and form some interesting and entertaining thoughts to post another blog in a couple days.

fare thee well, oddlings. xxxx

Sunday, 5 December 2010

So I have a blog.

Oh? You know? Wow, you're doing better than me, because obviously I don't know, since I haven't even bothered writing in here lately.
I guess this is mostly due to the fact that I have el zilcho (El Zilcho ... Hey, is it too late to change my superhero name?) to actually write about.
I mean, my life now invloves no work, no school, and no activity. Mainly just worrying about how on earth I'm going to pay for people's Christmas presents.
But at the moment, I'm really excited for my trip next year. Currently, the itinerary is set for 2 months in North America (LEAKYCON AND VIDCON), before flying into the UK and then hanging around Europe for a couple more months. It's going to be completely awesome, especially because Aleks and maybs Rion are coming with me. So I'm really keen for that. I just have to get some money to pay for it, which means a job. I think I'm going to start applying this week.
God, how boring is this? So boring.

You know what isn't boring? The O.C.
Ryan Atwood is a badass, Seth Cohen is a babe, Summer is a bitch and Marissa is a alco.
And Jimmy's in debt and Kirsten is cynical and Sandy is idealistic.
And it's all brilliant.
Their stereotypical, glorified lives are more interesting than mine any day.
In fact, I think you should all stop reading these, and just watch the O.C. instead.
Yeah. No, don't go.
No. No no no! NO!
Please, I need this.
I need you.
Please stay?

I'll be the O.C. for you!
Uhhh ... [witty Seth comment, alcohol and cocaine, parties, fights, attitude from Ryan]

OK. I think that's quite enough of that now.
Good night.

*goes and watches the O.C.*

Monday, 29 November 2010

I feel I should validate something.

Ay, many a link will follow is this 'ere passage.

In case you haven't picked this up, which is highly likely, depending on how much time you spend with me/if you're Aleks Grimes, (Aleks, I figure if I keep linking to your blog, you'll update it eventually) I kinda really like YouTube. In fact, I might even call myself a YouTube fangirl. Though I do try to imagine YouTube complexly.
I absolutely love it, spend all of my time and internet downloads on it, and have formed these attachments to people who I will never meet, and ideas that spring from the other side of the world. I can imagine, and I know for a fact that it does, that to some people, this fascination with YouTube seems ridiculous, illogical and kinda weird, so I want to take a moment to explain it.

If you were to take a survey, asking people what they mainly use YouTube for, I suspect that over 50% of the answers would be "Uh, for videos of funny cats. You mean to imply there are OTHER things on there?"
In fact, I think that if you were to take a survery, asking people what they mainly use the internet for, they would come up with a very similar, cat-related answer (the internet is nothing if not a place for cute/amusing/silly pictures of cats with misspelled, white text accompanying phrases).

But I digress.

YouTube is a place that, while 5 years ago no-one knew of it, now gets over 24 hours worth of video uploaded every minute. And a fair portion of that is funny cats, and fair portion is funny other-animals-that-aren't-cats-but-also-do-cute-things and another fair portion is just other funny videos, of skits or of people being stupid.

But what you may not know about, is the YouTube community. This ranges from people like Natalie Tran and Charlie McDonnell right through Kristina Horner and Eddplant and then to such folk as Handful of Minutes and Simon, who I linked to a few posts ago.
And do you know something? All of these people, from 800,000 subscribers, down to 1,000 subscribers are connected. And I don't just mean because they all use YouTube.

People are welcomed in, and they form friendships, and relationships, and record companies and huge projects that decrease world suck and they have YouTube Gatherings, mission projects, and even a summer con and all this is done through the people on YouTube.

I am just perpetually amazed by the things YouTubers can do, and how friendships can form between those who count as YouTube Famous, and those whose subscriber count is at least half family members.
And that a community like this can exist in a place where a whole lot of the videos are of double rainbows and people putting cats in bins. Everyone loves a good Cat Gets Put In Bin video.
And also that this community can be so freqeuntly overlooked.

Ever seen a Ray William Johnson video? What about a Shane Dawson video? Yeah, both YouTubers, both in the top 5 global partners subscriber count, and both part of the YouTube community. I mean, I don't think they're about to go to VidCon 2011 or anything (like me!) but they, and many more well known YouTubers are friends with lesser known YouTubers and many a nerd.

And this, odd little Oddlings, is why YouTube is such a wonderful thing; that is can be a place for funny things, for sad things, for memories, for naked girls, for kittehs, for memes, for music, for copyright violation, for crudity, for nerdiness, for haters, for lovers, for the old, for the new, and for the subscribers, or for the community.

Blog Summary:
I really love YouTube.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

In my opinion ...

you should all go here:
to hell.
JOKING. loveyouuu.
go to the link below.
do it now.
are you there yet?

bye + oddlings = boddlings.
i was originally just going to write boddlings, but thought it required some explanation. you can thank me later ;)

Thursday, 25 November 2010


Video editing will kill my soul.
24 minutes of raw footage for my The Week Later: a review video.
This is so not going up today.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Ho Hum. A weeeeeeeeeeeeeny update.

I think you should be the first (third) to know.
I am not completing NaNoWriMo.
I KNOW! I was doing so well! I got to 13,000 words, no sweat, was enjoying my story and the very act of writing a story, and then BAM!
BAM! = exams.
Yes, I had my final exams. I know it was foolish of me to pursue this task of novel writing in the month I had exams, but I didn't actually plan on the exams affecting me as much as they did.
I needed to study, which took out about 5 days of NaNo writing.
I needed to DO exams, which took out 3 days.
And then after, I needed to lie around doing NOTHING for a while to unwind, which took 2 days.
Then I needed to recover, physically and emotionally from Harry Potter 7.1, which took longer than it should have.
Seriously, after seeing Harry Potter, I just wanted to change my novel and make it have wizards.
CRAP, I should have changed my novel and made it have wizards!
It may have made way less sense than the current (note: failed) one, but it would have been 100 more awesomes than it is now (note: possibly also not failed).
AHHH. Stupid logic getting in the way of awesome.

Call me the rot meister. No, I'm the Doctor, don't call me the rot meister.

And I probably won't be able to do NaNo next year, because I'll ideally be travelling like a loon around Europe (after I go to Leaky and Vidcon!!). But maybe the year after? When I'm in my first year of uni?
WHATEVER. I will succeed in winning.
I hate losing.

So that is also partly the reason I haven't been posting entires in this as much as normal, because I felt bad about writing ANYTHING, even a simple blog entry, when I should have been writing my novel. Hell, I even put off doing a job application because that counted as writing and made me feel bad (also, I procrastinate a lot), but now I have conceeded defeat, and can humbly return to you, my precious Oddlings.

I have also decided that because I think I am going steadily mad with thoughts and ideas, I'm ACTUALLY going to start posting things on my personal YouTube channel. I'll link you to it when I'm less ashamed of the content.
It may also be because I want to have something on there so that when I start making friends with lesser known YouTubers (see: Simon, and other such wonders), they can see I actually make content.

But I think tomorrow I will be posting The Week Later: A Review, which despite seeming to be a review of something called The Week Later, is actually a verbal review of Harry Potter 7.1, done with my opinions a week later.

Hogwarts has really gone to the dogs.

I also have some good blog ideas, so I might be posting again tomorrow! Because I know you're deeply concerned. And miss me terribly when I am away. And secretly wish I was your best friend. And think about how wonderful it would be to be me.
Well, Odd little chums.
You should be, I know you do, I am, and it is.

NaNoWriMo has taught me the humilty of failure.
I AM A FAILURE. At being a one-month novelist.
But you know what I'm not a failure at? Finishing school. HECK YEAH BITCHEZZZ.
... I apologise for that unnecessary outburst.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Friday, 19 November 2010

Adrienne Reviews Some Stuff. One Stuff. *insert jingle*

So, I know. I've been way undedicated of late. I had exams and school and [insert excuses here], but I am making a comeback! In the best possible way.

With a lengthy review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One!

First off, my overall experience of the night.
I was cruelly forced into arriving 3 hours early (thanks, Aleks) and no-one else was there at that point, but we were all dressed up and having a pretty alright time (pics on the way). We were just chatting, and we saw the lead singer of Los Capitanes, and the staff thought we were weird, which was probably fair enough, and we listened to some sweet wrock tunes, and whatnot.
At about 10 or 10.30, other people started arriving, and I swear, there were some of the coolest people there. An epic Moody, an awesome Tonks, an insane Professor McGonagall, and a number of other stellar costumes. We went up and talked to, took photos with and had a great time with a whole bunch of people whose real names we don't know, and who we will probably never see again.
It was freaking amazing.
From the people recognising our AVPM references, to a girl with multiple Harry Potter-related tattoos who has actually HUGGED AND TALKED TO DARREN CRISS (ohmygod), to the random people judging us. It was all incredible.
And this was before we even got in the cinema!
The audience in the cinema was amazing, they clapped and cheered at the start, but also knew when to shut up, and all of it combined to make one of the best nights ever.
Midnight premieres for the win!

Now, the movie.
No spoilers yet.
Overall, it was probably my favourite of the Harry Potter movies. I didn't like the Deathly Hallows book as much as some of the others, because I felt it a bit rushed, and I'm also not really a fan of the two-part movie fandango, because I want closure.
But this was brilliant.
It represented the book well, only missed a few parts, some of which are important, and some of which I really wanted, but it didn't detract from the movie much, because most of the time they put in something really great.
It also segued from funny to tragic to intense to silly very quickly, but very smoothly. They (the directors, producers, writers, etc) knew when to break the tension, and how to do it really well, which I enjoyed, because there's something horrible about an emotional scene being ruined by a misplaced joke. That was one thing I was really impressed with.
It was also cut at kind of an annoying, but very appropriate place, and while it may be a bit long, I didn't find it too long.

*Spoiler Warning*
*Spoiler Warning*
If you haven't read the book, and/or don't want anything in the movie ruined, please look away and come back later.
*Spoiler Warning*
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I thought the deaths were incredible.
Parts I cried (including small tear-shedding):
Hedwigs death = 2 tears
Moody's death = no tears but a sad face (which is how it is in the book for me)
George's ear-loss = 4 tears
Lily and James's grave = 10 tears
Dobby's death = freaking, 8 bajillion
Oh dear goodness, Dobby's death is so perfectly tragic. And Luna is just perfect.

I think they wrote the deaths very well, and they were much like I imagined in the book. The awkwardness between Fred and George when George loses his ear was just beautiful, because they are normally so fluid and connected, and the loss of George's ear seems to fracture this for a moment.
Hedwig's death was overlooked, just as it was in the book, possibly moreso.

Bathilda Bagshot is also flipping scary as hell. That scene was creepy, particularly early on.
When she just appears next to them, OHMYGOD freaky.

Also, the Deathly Hallows story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard is beautiful.

Draco is wonderful. That's all. He only had about 4 lines, and he still managed to express inner angst (angst angst angst angst) and termoil. Bellatrix is brilliant as always, I was impressed with Lucius, and Xenophilius, and the guy the picked for young Grindelwald is exactly like the guy I imagined, which is always nice. (Unlike you, Sirius and Lupin!)

Scenes I miss not being there:
The scene where Dudley finally shows some care for Harry.
The Lupin/Harry fight scene at Grimmauld place.
Wormtail trying to strangle Harry and dying (HE DOESN'T DIE WHAT?)
Harry being turned into a red-headed Weasley (LOL as opposed to a non-red-headed Weasley).
Seeing Luna's painting of her friends.
And some others that I can't remember.

The one bit I kind of wish wasn't in it?
That freaky bit with Harry and Hermione making out all naked-like, when Ron opens the Slytherin Horcrux. Disgusting and wrong.
Especially after the scene with Harry and Hermione dancing.


Definitely go and see it, even if you haven't read the books. You haven't read the books????? Go read the books!!!!!
If you haven't read the books, there might be small little funny things that you don't get in the movie, but that's OK. You kind of deserve it because you haven't read the books.

And dress up when you go, Oddlings. Dress right up.
I will (maybe) lend you my cloak. If you're realllllllll nice.
ALSO, this is because I love you.
I'm Fridy maaaaate! <---- Intentional typos @AleksGrimes.

Friday, 12 November 2010

I just finished school.

I don't really know what there is to say, but I just thought I'd share with you how I'm feeling.
Pretty freaking scared.
The idea that there are all these people who I have only just started getting to know, or haven't got to know yet is horrible. There are all these gorgeous, wonderful people who I would love to be friends with, but now I won't, because we're not quite close enough to hang out outside of school.
I'm not really excited.
Mainly because none of my plans seem real. All I know is school, and that's over, and I have nothing concrete left. I have no job. I have no European plane ticket, I haven't been accepted to uni, I have no money, and now I have no school.

I know all of this is pretty typical for people finishing school, but oh well.
I just want all my school people who read this to know that I love you all, so much, even if I don't know you, and I hope everything in your life only gets better.

I hate people that say that College is the best time of your life, because if it is? My life is going downhill pretty fast.

Sorry to bore you with all this. It's not very long, but it's so unoriginal. These are the same feelings that must have been felt by 90% of the population.
But this whole blog thing is about being myself and what I am right now is scared.

God, I hope I don't cry at the formal.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

This was written of my own free will and I have not been forced into it at all [GUYS, HELP ME, HE'S TORTURING ME *muffled screams*]

Robert Cox is pretty awesome.
Like, no joke.
Even though he takes photos of small children and gives people alcohol (as of tomorrow), he is still a very non-weird person who can occasionally be quite gorgey.
I mean, sure, maybe I would appreciate it if he was less of a dick to me sometimes. Maybe if there was a kind word that wasn't said with malice and pure, pure hate. But ASIDE from that, I guess he's kind of OK.

Just keep your kids far, far away.
He never deletes photos...

A listy non-poem titled
Things I think I know about Robert Cox:

He has a funny patch of blonde in his hair.
He freaks the flip out if you touch his neck.
He is amazing ... and that's the end of THAT sentence.
He wears lady glasses.
He has $50.
He sometimes abuses me, but I like to think it's in jest.
He CO-coaches a basketball team with the coolest lady out (c'est moi!).
He is special and weird.
He usually replies to my text messages. Sometimes. Maybe. If I'm lucky.
He told me to write a blog post about him.

So I dedicate this blog post to my second favourite ever Cox (lol),

Robbie <3

P.S. maddyiloveyou. :D

Monday, 8 November 2010

Architecture face

There are many things about me. If someone were to make a list of things about Adrienne, it, like anyone else's, would be extensive. There are things I hate about myself. There are things I wish were different about myself. There are things I love about myself. There are things that are OK.
But here is a list of things that I am happy with about me, things that make me who I am, things I am not ashamed of, things that make up the part of myself of which I'm proud.
I don't know how to explain it, further than it's a list of things about myself that make me a bit happy, and that I'm comfortable with.

I have a dinosaur lunch box, and while people say it's cool, it's OK guys. I know it's not. But it's my favourite lunch box ever, and it keeps my food deliciously fresh. Unlike the dinosaurs ...

I am a perpetual jeans-and-a-t-shirt girl. I don't accessorise overly, I am not up with or into new fashions, I will never wear one of those stupid baggy shirts where you can see half your chest underneath. Excluding the occasional forays into indie kid clothing, which I also love, my jeans make me feel comfortable, and I own some of the best t-shirts in the world. Favourites include: the Nerdfighter tee, the I<3NY tee, the Fluid tee, the yet-to-be-purchased Cloning Charlie and Doctor Who tees, the Monster Threads tees, the Save a Broom tee, and more.

I am a massive geek. Don't let the aforementioned fashion-savvy-ness (LOL) fool you. I adore Harry Potter (see previous post, anyone?), Doctor Who is possibly my favourite show, I actually own a Gryffindor scarf and tie and made my own cloak, I flippin' love YouTube (represent!), I want to watch Star Trek, Buffy, and a bajillion other things, I do well in school, I have a relatively complex understanding of grammar and will correct you [please note: this does not mean you can pick on all my grammar. i rarely proofread these. also, lack of capitalisation is generally intentional], I have an extensive vocabulary, I used to ask for extra homework when I was younger, and I FREAKING LOVE LEARNING. Seriously. Learning = win.

I have hugely diverse musical tastes. From Underoath and Parkway Drive to Architecture in Helsinki and The Panda Band to Brand New to Alex Day to The Cure and then on to something else. I love that everyone who looks through my iPod finds something to listen to, and I love that I like it all.

Get me a small man's wetsuit, please!

I still cuddle a teddy, named Teddy, every single night. And I get really upset if I don't have him. Or her. His/her gender changes regularly.

I would rather go for elegant than slutty. In fact, I would rather go for most things than slutty.

I'm opinionated. YEAH. I don't know how else to add to this. I'm pretty vocal, though not overly aggressive, in most of my opinions. Especially if you're wrong. JOKES.

I have got to the point where, for the most part, I don't really care what people think. It took me a long time to get here, and parts were pretty tough, and if you say something nasty, it will still hurt, but I don't really care if you think I'm a loser or if you think I'm a nerd. Do you know why? Because I am, and I like it.

I am about to share something super secret with you. I'm on YouTube. That's right. I am part of a collaboration video blog (collab vlog) where, for each day of the week, one of the total seven girls posts a video, completing a challenge, answering a question, doing a punishment, or just chatting. I'm Friday, and because I love you linkieslinklink Don't feel obliged to go. Just thought I'd share it with you, because I'm having the best fun getting to know these wonderful girls from all over the world through this. :D


I like quirky things. My Audrey Hepburn print, my mannequin hand, my wall pacman, my handmade mountains (Alyceman <3). Buy me something weird, I will love you for ever.

This was inspired by one girl's sadness, and that one girl's smile. There's only one of those two things that I like to see, and when you smile, it makes me smile. Don't forget. 11.11, make a wish. [I made a wish for you.] I want you to find some of these things about you. The things that make you happy to be you. Because I know I sure love you. :)

I am now going to go to bed (without having NaNoed in two days, and without having done my assignment what was due a week ago) and cuddle Teddy and think about Harry Potter and how much I would like a TARDIS and listen to Alex Day building a chocolate cake with tiers up to the moon.

Like a dolphin.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Things that would improve the Potter-verse

(oh, yes, my dear friends. there can be improvements.)

If electricity worked. No more lumos, I know, but also Arthur would be able to use a telephone, Hermione wouldn't have to patiently explain everything to Ron (OK, she would have to patiently explain LESS to Ron), no more pesky candles, PLUS central castle heating, and it's easier on the house elves.

If Slytherins were rasised in the evil baby orphanage. But then they might be raised so well, there wouldn't be Slytherin ... So,

If Slytherins were raised in the moderately and potentially unkind baby orphanage, that still leaves room for Slytherin antics, just no Volxemort Volsermot Voldemort. Sorry, had a Tara Gilesbie fit. (And don't tell me I spelt her name wrong. She spelt it about 8 different ways, so calm the flip down and don't go all headachey on me.)

If Muggles weren't so damn ignorant and foolish. This would avoid the 'Muggles are lowly and crap' mindset held by many evil, or potentially unkind people, and also would avoid the 'Muggles are silly little things. Like ponies. If ponies were silly little things' mindset of the rest of the wizard population. This would be world peas peace, and hopefully get rid of the Mudblood stigma. Or as I like to call it, the ... Mudbl...igma?

If there was some kind of voting system for the Minister for Magic. Because I don't know how the hell he gets in, but if it's based on the Wizengamot, well, they all seem like a bunch of biased fools anyway. Excluding Dumbledore. He kicks fictional butt.

If there could be half/half houses. I personally relate strongly to the Gryffinclaws (I hope that's a thing), and I know a large number of Slytherpuffs. This, I feel, would reduce the emnity between house, and result in a far more confusing, yet far more harmonious Hogwarts life. Though Quidditch would be difficult ...

If the Slytherin common room wasn't so nasty! I mean seriously, I know they're badass and everything, but surely they wouldn't mind warm, comfy couches either? Just because they're cold-hearted, doesn't mean they want to be cold-toed.

If dementors were eradicated. Come on! How do you know they're not going to breed out of control, and -- wait, what?! DEMENTORS BREEDING? Ewwwwwww. Even ridiculous amounts of 'w's cannot aptly express the grossness of that concept. SEE? They need to be taken away! Scary, horny dementors.

If I thought about how much I freakin' want to go to Hogwarts a little bit less, perhaps maybe.
Eh. I'm cool with it.

Because I'm secretly Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Intergalactic Space Travels to Oprah.

"There true pioneers in every field, and, in the field of fan-made parodies, the true pioneers are undoubtedly Team Starkid, the producers, musicians, directors, choreographers and actors from the well-known and even better-loved musical A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel. Their additions to the Potter-verse are undeniable, as well as undeniably hilarious. Choosing to feature them in an episode of Oprah would be one of the greatest things to happen since I first watched A Very Potter Musical."

Team Starkid fan?
A Very Potter Musical or Sequel fan?
Excited for Starship and whatever wonders it holds? (It's not Pigfarts, guys.)
Well, then, YOU, yes you, should go right ahead to THIS LINK to help get Team Starkid to appear on an episode of Oprah!
Support your favourite grown up, moonshoes kids by following the link, putting in the essential information, and writing, in 2000 characters or fewer, why YOU want them to be on Oprah.
Above you can see my submission, and I know you'll find it hard to top that, but try, my Oddlings, try.

Seriously, how flippin' fantastic would it be to see them, in all their awesome glory, on Oprah.
Think of the Youtube views!
Think of the fans!
Think of the merch!
Think about the incentives of amazing new musicals from them!
Think of the your favourite Starkid kissing you in an uncontrollable fit of appreciation and joy!
[please note: supporting Team Starkid by writing to Oprah does in no way guarantee a kiss or any other form of recognition by the aforementioned group, but I bet it'll make them smile if they get on the show.]

So go out into the world, and be amazing.
By which I obviously mean go to the link and write some funny stuff.

Post Script: If you have absolutely no clue what I'm talking about in this blog, then I pity you. In order to become an awesome individual like myseslf, go to LINKOFAWESOME

Tuesday, 2 November 2010


My mind is blank except for my novel.
And I'm sick of blogging about it.

So I am trying to think of something else.

So, Packed to the Rafters, huh?
Mel in a car accident.

I had Turkish for dinner.
It was delicious.

I wore funny clothes to school.
My school is stupid.

I went to drums.
We did some Latin.

I am reading Uglies.
I'd rather be reading that than writing my own unnamed thing.

My unnamed thing is actually saved at 'unnamed'.
Do you know what? [EDIT: <<< what? i don't even know what i meant to type there ...]

There are some little couplets for you, giving you lovely insight into my day.
I know you appreciate the simple layout of my blogs.
I know that's the only reason you're here.
The aesthetics.
It's OK.
I still love you.


Monday, 1 November 2010

Just so you know, it doesn’t end well. It doesn’t end how I wanted it to. Even after everything, my constant assurances that there will be no regrets, no looking back, no wondering what should have been, I’m still screaming.

Oh yeah.
Know what that is?
I bet you do.
I bet you do!
It's the first ... *check word count* 40 words!
40 words of what I hear you ask?
No, I don't hear you ask that, because you already know!
The first 40 words of the epic novel, written by your one and only, world famous (at and also possibly ) THE ONLY ADRIENNE.

Please, hold your applause.
I have currently written 700 words, and am now stuck describing the unnamed and pretty blank central character.
Any name suggestions?
Any advice?
Any negative ripples?

JOKES. loveyouallmyOddlings.


Friday, 29 October 2010

Sleep stuff-that-happens

I think this is going to be a post about stuff that goes on while your asleep (could also be a hint to my NaNo, oh!).

I was lying, pretty much fully asleep the other day, when someone walked into my room. This was while I was staying in a hotel, and it was because my dad came in from HIS room to check on me, not just some crazy, room-entering person. I was suddenly completely awake. He hadn't made a noise. Hadn't even opened the door enough to let light in and I couldn't see him, but in my mostly asleep state, I had absolute certainty that there was someone there and woke up accordingly. Crazy sleep senses!

On the OTHER toe, I mean foot, I mean hand, the other night I went to bed all pajama-ed up, and woke up without my pajama pants on. You know, no biggie. But I have no recollection of removing them. At all. WHAT?!
I just went to get out of bed in the morning and realised my legs were a whole lot colder than they normally are.

Other times, my mum has had entire conversations with me when I've been sleeping, but she was sure I had woken up, I was responsive and everything, and then I have had no memory of the alleged conversation.

One time, I think I went and stood at the back door, and called out to my mum (who may or may not have been in the back yard, I don't know) that I urgently needed textas for school the next day. But that may have been a dream.

My brother once sleep-went-to-the-loo (love youuuu Andrew =] ).

My point is, some crazy stuff happens while you think you're sleeping.
Tha's all.


Wednesday, 27 October 2010


So, the NaNoWriMo site told me that one of the ways to success was to tell everyone about THE NOVEL I AM (abouttobe) WRITING.

Hey, Oddlings, I have something to tell you.

Are you all jealous of my ducky fork?

This November, I am participating in NaNoWriMo!
I know! This is definitely NOT the third or fourth time I've mentioned it, and you ARE just reading it for the first time.

A plot teaser, to prove I have one:
It's about a girl.
And a boy.
And many, many dreams.
And it has a sad ending, I think. I haven't decided if it's going to be sad or not. I like the sad ending, but I don't want people to hate me. But the main character is kind of dislikeable.

So there! I have a plot.

Some worries:
I don't know if I will commit to it enough. Already I have a lot of things going on: tutoring (I teach), drum lessons, for which I don't practise nearly enough, assessment, basketball coaching, and November is the month I have my final exams, which aren't counting, but still. I don't have an incredibly strong desire to fail.
And I am so, so worried that I will just kind of choose to put it off the first couple days, get behind, and then choose to have a big sit down and write, but not yet, and then get too far behind to catch up and then LOSE.
And I am not a loser!
I also really don't know if what I write will be long enough/any good, but on that front, I'm just trying to listen to Frezned's advice: just write something. It doesn't matter if it's horrible, because worse novels have undoubtedly been written and published. Even if it's terrible, it's still 50,000 words that wouldn't have otherwise existed, and you still get the sense of accomplishment.

So, guys. I need your help.
Help keep me motivated.
Tell me my story is good, even if it's rotten.
Be kind.
And continue being wonderful.

Who knows, I might even post bits here.

Mother Oddling out!
[mother? weird ...]

p.s. I didn't edit this, because I'm trying to get in to NaNo, no editing until December frame of mind.
But maybe I'll get another brilliant word like Oddlings out of it.

Monday, 25 October 2010

My trouser hams are not for sale, sir!

You know what ticks me off?
"I'm feeling kinda T.O.'d."
No, not Napoleon Dynamite.

Awesome quotes [quotations] that have no relevance to anything I will ever say in my life, and if I choose to ignore that, and say them any way, end up with me being ostracized (oh!) from people for just generally being a weirdo freak-face.

So, I have decided that whenever I have an amazing quote that will earn me five minutes in the stupid corner in everyday life (reality blows) then I will instead, post it here.

Maybe at the end of the entry.
Maybe in the middle, out of context and out of control.
Maybe it will BE the post.

And no, I may not include quotation marks, so you may not know. HA!
How's that for tricky and sneaky computering?


I hope, my Oddlings, you enjoy the brief and absurd adventures into my mind that will surely be forthcoming.
I think.

I'd have used my robot hand for good!

[also, i'm doing nanowrimo so wish me luck. i have a plot and hopefully more grammar than right here. i just have to plan and hope to heck that my plot is long enough. i shall try and give you updates. i'm really scared. ahh. ahh. ahhhhh.]

Thursday, 21 October 2010

My desperate need

for a new camera.

Ever since getting into Youtube, I've been having this issue where, instead of going to sleep when I'm lying in bed at night, I think about brilliant* ideas for videos.
Like, things that are funny*, things that are interesting*, things that are musical*. All sorts!

And do you know what all these wonderful ideas* prevent me from doing?
Going to sleep!
I am so tired.
But that is beside the point. All in the name of creativity, right?

Well, let me just say, it would be a lot easier to sleep if I could execute some of these ideas and then stop FLIPPIN' THINKING about them when I am trying to escape to the beautiful Land of Nod.

[Anything using the phrase Land of Nod gets +100 Awesome Points.]

The other issue I have is that I'm most creative* when I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep.
When I have no pen and paper around.
And when sleep erases all memory of the previous night's thoughts from my mind.
So I have had a number of super swell ideas*, not wanted to write them down because, for goodness SAKE, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP, and then ... I forget them

Stupid brain. What's it good for anyway?!

So that is my rant.
And the way this ties to the camera is that if I had a video camera, I could film these things in good quality (I don't want to put anything else on my channel with this dodgy webcam. My collab is different though. Go check it out: [REDACTED]).
Then these ideas would LEAVE ME ALONE.

Lots of caps today and nothing vair interesting.
I felt kind of obliged to write something because I'm going away tomorrow and won't be able to post until Monday (I don't think), and this was the best I could do.

I will be back with my usual* wit* and astonishing* prose* as soon as humanly possible.

AdiĆ³s Oddlings!
Yes, Oddlings got a capital today. As a sign of my respect for you.
And yes, Oddlings is your new and permanent name.
I think it creates a sense of community.

*Oh, she's so modest!

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

tract or break unhindered.

I would like a
vision ...
Unveiled bed,
the picture were
hobbling anon
a low wall, an'
asked the
tradition to ak
free and coned.
One of the 1
crushing blaout
in fear, and ing
sighs of reliks
of the Lady
Pain, in order of
walking pro.
Their arms
and I saw the
support. Lated.
This little give
held out.

By Adrienne May and a piece of paper that was folded to give these words.

Authors note (me, not the paper): There are no typos. I took some artistic liberty and added in grammar and such when appropriate, but otherwise, that's what's on the paper. The title also came from the same piece of writing, folded at a different point.
I thought it was oddly beautiful.

Also, unveiled bed is hilarious.And no, I don't know what ak means.
Think up your own amazing anagram! (andenterthembelowascomments)

EDIT: See a couple of lines above where it says 'oddly'? Yeah, I just changed it to that. Before, it said 'oddling'. Even my typos are awesome.

Farewell, my oddlings.

Sunday, 17 October 2010

I scream! Ice cream?

If you eat ice cream, does that make you an ice cream eater? (I am 99.9'% sure there should be a hyphen there, but am not 100% sure where it should go, so omission it is!)

What if you've only eaten ice cream once? Are you an ice cream eater then?

What about if you've eaten ice cream, and you didn't enjoy it?

What about if you'd eaten ice cream more than once, and didn't enjoy it?

Who decides if you're a something-er or not? I don't like to think of myself as an ice cream eater, or even as The Ice Cream Eater, but I do eat ice cream, and I do like ice cream.
If the world was divided into ice cream eaters and non-ice cream eaters (or nice cream eaters?) then where would you be?
And what about babies? I think that if they had eaten ice cream, it would have been fed to them by their parents because their little paws hands couldn't do it for themselves. They didn't choose to eat the ice cream. It was force-fed. What if they don't want the title of The Ice Cream Eater, or even of ice cream eater.

That's just not fair on the babies. They should get to choose their eatership.

Saturday, 16 October 2010

Facbook. Is there anything it can't do?

I am a tired little bean! Most likely a coffee bean. I'd far rather be a coffee bean than a green bean. Or worse, a kidney bean. Shall we just say coffee bean? Or shall we just address the real business?
I just wanted to say, if you're reading this, you pretty much define awesome.
After posting the link to this on my Facebook (not Facbook, Adrienne! Just because you're tired does not mean you can sacrifice your spelling and grammar!), I got more views in one day than I would get in two weeks, so thank you, Facebook (again with the Facbook!) and thank you, you for bothering to validate my time wasting. :D

Seriously, if they can make a movie about Facebook - and what is UP with them making a movie about Facebook?! - then I can use it to shamelessly plug the blog that I ended up liking a lot more than I originally anticipated.

No joke. I was expected this to be something I was kind of ashamed of, that I was only happy with random internet people reading, or people that didn't really know me. This was probabaly mainly because at the start, I had no idea how this was going to turn out. But as it's been pointed out to me by Captain Awesome, this doesn't really have a theme, or any sort of running idea or motivation. And you know what? I'm cool with it. I'm down with that. I'm hip. (lol)
And because I'm so pleased with it, I'm glad you're reading this, whether you know me or not.

Thank you, lovely people, for entertaining the notion of my themeless writings.

And I know you're really just reading this because I consistently dazzle you with my wit, huh?
lol JK
poop. :)

Thursday, 14 October 2010

The Empty Child

Ah! AHH!! So I am just watching The Empty Child right now, and am either 10 minutes and 36 seconds in or 18 minutes and 36 seconds in, and if you've seen this you'd know that it's about the empty child, who can make phones ring and radios play and other electrical things do electrical things with his mind, and uses them to ask for his 'mummy'.

So I was just sitting watching, kind of pretty scared because it's kind of pretty scary, and JUST as he's making all these electrical things go bonkers and sticking his bleeding hand through the mail flap, and the phone is ringing like mad, home phone rang.
I jumped like a mad thing.

Something else? The person calling was my mum. RIGHT?!

So ... now I'm too scared to go out and feed my rabbit in the backyard. In the dark. In the cold.
It's ten minutes later and my heart is still flippin' the heck out.
And then my mobile just went on. Crap.

Wish me luck for the next episode and a half.

Edit: it was 18 minutes. I know you were worried.

Monday, 11 October 2010

Apple should start paying me. So should DFTBA.

I don't know about you, but my first day back at school for a year, semester, or in this case term, is not cause for great excitement. This morning, I had my last first day of school (excluding uni) and I was not looking forward to it! I spent the entire second week of the holidays pretty much dreading it, and of course, it came a whole lot quicker for that.
So this morning, I was sitting on the bus thinking about the dreams I had last night (I have some crazy detailed dreams), and listening to music. I was kind of bummed because my iPod is getting old so the battery doesn't last long, and my (stupid!) cat chewed my headphones a bit so they're about to break, and to try and get myself in a more positive mood, I put it on my Youtube-related music playlist.

Just wow.
I don't know if all these people I don't know are aware of this, but holy magolas (mah-GO-lahs) guys, you make music that cheers me right the heck up. I ended up showing at school, totally pumping, due to a perfect combination of ALL CAPS, MoM, Tom Milsom, Alex Day, Hank Green, StarKid Potter and a couple other wonderful people.

It was intense.

So I know this was kind of a lame post, but having just read Alex Day's most recent blog post,, I know he's feeling a bit down, so if you're a fan, go show him some love. In a non-crazy-stalker-fangirl way.


Also, big thumbs up and mega high 5s to all of you who went and showed Aleks's Day some lovin'. I know she really appreciated it.
[not sponsored by, I swear]

Sunday, 10 October 2010

These are a few of my fav --... Nah. Let's not.

Soft toys.
Warm cuddles.
Special wall things.
Drums (but not mine).
TV shows.
Bad movies.
Smooth legs.
My lava lamp.
Sarcastic characters.
New CDs.
My Godric Gryffindor sword.
Rice paper decorations.
Twitter, oddly.
My Zefron poster.
Funny texts.
Sweet tunes.
Using HP spells in everyday life.
Blog entries.
Amusing pseudonyms.
Toasted sandwiches.
Sonic screwdrivers.

Avada Kedavra!
Sorry, that wasn't very nice.
It's OK. I left my wand at home.

Friday, 8 October 2010

The Sprock! Inspired by Aleks's Day

Does anyone here watch Star Trek and live in Australia and have some level of music ability and songwriting ability?
Wow, I really narrowed the field with each condition, huh?

So, much like Alex Day came up with idea of genre of Doctor Who music T(imelord)rock, I came up with the idea of Sprock (I actually don't know if this idea is original, because I have done el zilcho research, but let's just say I made it up), and this genre is music based on Star Trek.
I think it's a super awesome idea, but alas, I think I have only seen one episode of Star Trek in my life, and have no access to it, I can't really do it.
I want to make a Sprock band, in case you didn't get that.

And don't question me just because the only reason I want to make this band is because 'Sprock' is an awesome name for a genre. I'm sure I would love Star Trek if I watched it.
So calm down!

Also, check out to see me friend's blog, who also wrote about Sprock, albeit briefly.


Wednesday, 6 October 2010


I don't like writing my titles before I write the blog, because honestly? I never have much of an idea where what I'm writing is going. I'll start out with one idea, and it will end up incorporating that, but not as much as I thought.
What I like to do is just write down whatever I think, when I think it.

Like this entry? Yeah, I came to this "New Post" page with no idea what I was going to write; I'm just here because I want to make consistent entries, but nothing blog-able really happened today.
I watched as Captain Awesome killed a whole bunch of zombies (like 1000 zombies!).
I played a lot of cards (Monopoly Deal, 500, and a game with no name).
I did some dishes (nothing to put in parentheses here, oh wait --).
I fed my rabbit (unlike yesterday, when I may have kind of maybe forgot ... :/ but he got food in the evening so it was OK).

But you know what? I think that it's OK to just write whatever comes to mind at the time, because that's what a blog is, and what's the point in having a blog if I just censor my thoughts.
Ooooh, opinions.

So ... that was pretty much my day.

Inspiring last words?
[after ten minutes of staring at this screen and coming up with nothing, I'll just stick with this]
You're beautiful, thanks for reading.
I promise more compliments if you keep reading my blog.
There's some inspiration ... to keep reading.


Monday, 4 October 2010

Supernote 2010

Supernote 2010. If you don't know what it is, uh, find out. My internet is going too slow for me to get the links for you now. :)
Anyway, it's basically a Youtube competition to find out who can hold the longest musical note, abiding my certain rules and regulations. It's an idea that's been formed by Rhett and Link, and while this isn't the first year it's happened, this is the first year I've properly known about it.
So you sing your note for one of a selection of teams, and while your note might get you no-where near winning, there are also prizes that go to the team with the longest collective time, so I was trying to recruit my brother to do one, to help my team.

This is our conversation:
Me: Hey, can you go in this thing called Supernote?
Him: Uh, what is it?
Me: You pretty much just have to make a video of you holding a note for as long as you can and submit it to a team.
Him: That's stupid. No.
[a few hours later, and I was practising during lunch]
Me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My mum: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Him: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: It's harder than I thought! I watched one guy, Tom Milsom's video, and he held it for like, a minute and 20 seconds! Maybe I'l practise standing up, that helps.
Him: OH! Is that what you meant? Holding notes, like musically. I thought you meant [sentence dissolves into uncontrollable laughter, from which I gather that he honestly thought that Supernote 2010 was competition to see who could hold a piece of paper up for the longest].

Friday, 1 October 2010

Tiny little secrets.

So, I was doing so well at posting every second day.
And yesterday, I failed. I must admit, yesterday I actually honestly thought that I had posted the day before, and I even had something to write about! But I thought two posts in two days was a bit keen, so I didn't and look where it got me.
But if it makes you feel any better I'll write about the thing I was going to talk about yesterday, and it will feel like I didn't miss a day! It'll be amazing.

So yesterday [or today], I was walking through the city listening to music on my mp3 device (no product placement here!*) and as a Wizard Rock song came on and I was mentally (w)rocking out, I walked passed all the hardcore emo kids hanging out, smoking and skating and stuff. And for a few moments I felt like the weirdest person on Earth, and then I started to feel like my Wrock was a secret treasure I was carrying around, and these people will never know the wonders of it. It was my tiny, momentary secret.

AndSoIJust wanted to share that with you, and this post has a message, which is to recognise and find those tiny little secret moments in your life, whatever it may be, and remember it.

Another tiny little secret moment of mine:
When my cat and I had a cuddly time on the sofa, and we had a meowy conversation.

Last Tweet: Dear @ :) it'd be crazy if all the birthday messages made you trend. But you're already trendy to us. Happy Birthday! :D
Because I am a nice person.

*aside from that entire blog post about the iPad. Oh screw it, I was listening to my iPod.

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Rationalised the hell out of that!

I love putting too much detergent in the sink when I'm doing the dishes and making huge bubble mountains and valleys, and then pretending that the dishes I'm washing are invading forces, coming to cause havoc in the beautiful planet.
It's basically Super Mario Galaxy in my sink.
Or something.

It was today that I realised that I could be making a social comment on humanity's tendancy to come into a place, create all this dirt and grossness in the existing environment, and destroy the pretty bubble real mountains.

But really I just like making bubble mountains and UFO noises (plates are flying saucers) to make doing to dishes less horrible.
And using a whole lot of detergent.

On a side note, I got Super Mario Galaxy today.
That is, Captain Awesome got it.

My Last Tweet: [was telling meekakitty to feel good :)]

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Positives - What an upbeat title!

My life needs more positive things. Everyone's life needs more positive things.
Can't have too many good things! Unless it's ... trees. Trees are good, but if we had too many, we would die because there would be nowhere to live. Unless we became tree people. And built houses and bridges in the trees. Would we still have skyscrapers? Or would it become more of an achievement to reach the ground? Groundscrapers. Floorscrapers. Earthscrapers. I like earthscrapers.
I think I'm going to go ahead with the blog now and leave the trees and various scrapers alone.
So for some positives, I'm writing a list of things I'm good at.

I kick ARSE at card games.
Uno, Monopoly Deal, Canasta, Up and Down the River, Skip Bo, Poker. Just as long as it's not 500, I'm set.

I have managed to maintain this blog for nearly two weeks now, which is longer than, I'll admit, I anticipated.
I have also managed to maintain my collab vlog (

I haven't handed any assessment in late and lost marks for it in about 3 years.

I'm a dedicated fan.
When I commit to something, I fully commit. I don't just stick around for Alex Reads Twilight videos, I watch them all; I don't just read Harry Potter once, I do it many, many times. I don't just be a half nerd. I go the whole way.

I can have huge waves of creativity.
Rarely, but still. They're there.
The hard part is expressing them adequately.

I get -- no. I forgot. In between starting this sentence and coming back to finish it after checking I spelt adequately correctly (I did, but it looked funny in this font), I forgot.

I like dark chocolate.
Perhaps not a positive thing about me, but a nice hint if you're looking to give me a present.
I also like presents.

I think I've picked some truly astounding friends.
On that, I'm also pretty trusting and trustworthy.

I am out of things.

Score in Canasta: 2655. Opponents on 1800 and 900.
Yeah, I know. I don't like to brag.

Friday, 24 September 2010

My clothes and I go way back.

So yesterday, I was innocently packing my bag to go from my mum's house to my dad's house, quite tired, quite late at night, but I don't think that has anything to do with it.
In order to pack a selection of shirts, I got a big pile out of my drawer, and proceeded to put the ones I wanted to take in the suitcase and the ones I didn't want to take in the not-suitcase (a.k.a. on the floor, where they remain to this day). It was about halfway through this exercise that I realised that not only was I telling my shirts which ones of them were going, I was also sympathetically explaining to each of them why they weren't being picked to come with my on this occasion, and outlining future occasions when they would be suitable for my travels.
I then thought something along the lines of "Wow, that's weird."
And continued to do it for the entire suitcase, expanding to include pants, shoes, socks and various essential cables (I don't want to be discriminatory).
That was when I realised I cracked it.
And then thought "ha! What a freak. I should blog about that."

And here we are.

Today, I decided to watch some Alex Reads Twilight again, now that I've watched all of Alex's other video and know him (yeah, personally. We're tight. HA!), and wow it's weird. Not better or worse. Just really different. That's my advice of the day: if you're way into something (a vlog, a book, a blog, whatevvvvs), and have immersed yourself in it, go back and [watch/read/listen/danceto/sing/cook/idon'tknow] the first thing of that that you ever encountered. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Let's say it makes sense.

My achievement for this week was learning all the words in the chorus to Tom Milsom's song Indigo. I'm very excited about that. Which is why (see below)
My last tweet: cosmic latte, tangerine.