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.*