She’s not a maniac, she’s a lunatic; get it right!
23 Aug 2010 1 Comment
in Personal Tags: 35 days, music, seasons
Oh, I know that I was going to do a whole music post today, but seeing as I already posted a huge wall of text, I’m determined to keep my blog at least a BIT reader-friendly, so maybe I should keep this post short and sweet. Ironically, the chaos that was the previous sentence would’ve already disproved any reader-friendliness the length of the post would’ve been striving for and hey, you know me, I enjoy writing entirely too much to write a blogpost that is less than a thousand words. Maybe I should challenge myself! But that means that I’ll have to postpone the whole music post. Besides, I’m too dazed to write it right now, anyway.
That’s mainly because my mother is a funny little creature who decided that since she dragged me to the gym once last week with this visitor card that she had gotten from there when she had been friendly to the receptionists there (lesson of the day: be nice to people, they give you free shit), she should totally sign me up for a two-month concession membership (it’s usually three months and a lot more expensive, but she’s awesome like that). So now I’m a member of a gym. I would like to make a HUUUUGE point of how she didn’t actually consult me at any point of this process, a fact that I still find so hilarious that I’m grinning like a loon (it did happen, even though I have no pics); but maybe I should try to content myself with “Mother Knows Best”, especially since today was fun and me and my slightly less crazy mother drew a loooot of weird looks as we giggled uncontrollably for a reason I can’t quite remember for the entirety of the hour and a bit we were there.
This manic energy I have right now might be because of that, or maybe because of the full moon that was last night and that will still prevent me from sleeping much/well today, because I’m a lunatic (c wat I did thar) like that. I really have no idea what it is about me or the moon that makes us not play very well together. Does anyone else have any sorts of problems with the moon, like that? With me, they’re specifically usually that I can’t sleep, no matter how tired I am — and it’s not a light issue, either, because most of the time I won’t even know that it’s full moon, until I go and check it somewhere and then go “oh, so that’s why I didn’t sleep last night.” I can’t really describe the feeling as anything else but feeling jittery — like, your body knows that it’s exhausted, but your mind keeps on racing at 100mph, even though you try your best to just calm down and… you know, sleep.
OH, and it was sunny today again, too! My weather app (I’m sooo addicted to those things, but surprisingly, I haven’t used any money on them since… the last time I did [very convincing, isn't it]) told me that it’ll rain on wednesday, and I’ll be very disappointed then, because today it was SUNSHINY and that meant that I could wear only four layers of clothing with my sleeves rolled up, no scarf (mother bought me a new one, since the last one became a black hole somewhere) and no delightfully rainbow-coloured gloves that my sister fixed for me (I don’t shop and I don’t mend my own clothing; I smell a failure as a female!). And and and it was nice, for a change. AND IT SMELLED LIKE SUMMER AGAIN. :3 See how happy it makes me?
I know that talking about the weather all the time may seem a little retarded, but I’ve always believed — and know — how profoundly the different weather and seasons can actually affect your state of mind. If it’s sunny, it makes a lot of sense for me to be happy — and if it rains for months in a row, I am going on a murderous rampage, after which I will probably attempt to shoot the clouds away.
Anyway, I’m beginning to get tired, so I should try to sum this thing up.
Day 13: A song which describes your current emotions
The short explanation that lyrics are usually very important to me, basically because I’m a writer, is rather necessary, when considering the types of songs that I might link. I haven’t quite decided yet… So I might link a few.
Feel absolutely free to disregard the video for this one, and listen to just the music. This one is because I never stop being madly in love.
This one is because I’ve recently been listening to this sort of juvenile argument about politics that is going on generally within my age group because of the recent Australian election; most of them seem to be very impassioned about their own points of view, and similarly uncompromising toward each other. I think this one always sums up my feelings about such situations.
For this one, specific lyrics aren’t as important as the general sentiment of it. It’s kind of distant, kind of dreamy, and it’s still the sort of soft, fortifying song that Poets of the Fall likes to finish their albums with. I love the “here and now” of it, and the “all dreams realised” — it’s a good song to show how fucking happy I am about everything right now. I wasn’t kidding about that grin before — I can’t get this smile off my face, and I really don’t want to. This song encompasses everything without having to be specific about it, and it manages to sound very simply good while it does.
Day 14: Your favourite book
Day 15: A movie that made you cry
Yep, that’s the sound of me being done and going to brush my teeth and then to brush everything off my bed (I don’t know why, but stuff has this weird way of accumulating on my bed) to try to go to sleep. By the way, I didn’t make it under a thousand words. I think it’s somehow impossible for me. Reader-friendliness — ha! Who needs it, anyway?
Love and pineapples to you determined people who have read this far today. <3
The love for balloons — I mean, friends — and a bunch of other stuff
16 Aug 2010 1 Comment
in Personal Tags: 35 days, more awesome than you can handle, music, shiny, writing
This is pretty much what things looked like in our house yesterday — and in fact, to be completely honest, they still kind of do. I’ve just been too tired as of yet to clear away the previously-floating, Helium-filled balloons from around the house for three separate reasons: a) I didn’t go to sleep very early on saturday night, b) I was woken up by a mean, figurative little badger who had a fascination for tearing bedclothes away from the bed in a freezing room to wake you up on sunday morning and c) I really like balloons, and I will like them to stay where they are for as long as they will.
Leftover cake (which we had for breakfast on that sunday morning — the only reason that I’ve forgiven this figurative badger), and sad helium balloons that are now making close contact with the ground — one would think there had been a party here!
And there was, indeed. I could say a whole lot about it, but it would all get a little bit more personal that I’m perfectly comfortable with on the internet and everything — besides, it was one of those things that you just had to experience, to know what it was really like. There just isn’t words enough — and that’s why writers have to go out and experience lots of things before they can write awesome books, you see? :3
Anyway, what I will say about that party is that it related very much to the two prompts that I missed on saturday and sunday, because of this party and then because of the resulting tiredness of a short night’s sleep: “something that makes you smile” and “someone who makes you really happy” for days five and six, respectively. Essentially, you see, this entire night was about my significant other (I know that I talk about him a lot, and that I may seem a little clingy to some people who will only know me through these posts — and trust me, I seem even more clingy when it comes to reality; however, if you know anything about me and where I come from and what I’ve been through rather recently, you’d say that I deserve a bit of support and love and clinginess, so I’m not even going to be concerned about the picture I give, here) proving to me how loved I am. There was this whole thing where he tried to chase down some of my friends from Finland to get their greetings on video — and he did chase one of them down, and that was most awesome, because they showed the DVD when everybody was watching and my darling friend spoke all in Finnish and I don’t know why it was so awesome but it was <3. And and and oh, I really loved how I had threatened people on the invitation on how we will play the music _I_ like, for once (which, if you haven’t yet guessed, is mostly symphonic & power metal, with some exceptions), and in the end, a lot of them didn’t seem to mind it — or seemed to like it.
I hang out with a bunch of cool peeps, I swear. :3
But most awesome of all was perhaps the fact that they had all gone and gotten me started one of those Pandora bracelet things, which looks like this:
Isn’t it just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? It is so sweet of them to have gone and done this for me, it’s so… just… moving. I feel so loved. And I should: I am, I know.
But that’s probably enough about me gushing over how awesome it is to have friends this awesome (I’m just really not used to it — I’m the sort of a person who will not make many friends, but who will have a few who will stick with me through the years, like the two of my best friends who I’ve known since grade 3). In other news, I finished writing the draft for that Literature creative response writing task thing that I MAY have spoken about before — the one where I had to write a creative response (well, duh) to Pat Barker’s Regeneration. As it is, I don’t like it overly much — it’s a fairly generic war response thing, and not really replicating Barker’s style or anything in a very significant way. But I suppose that it reflects some of the themes of the novel, even if it leaves the most important duty vs. ethics one out — oops, it does, doesn’t it, I only just realised that… Well, I should probably get around to fixing that on at least wednesday, when we’re supposed to write out a final copy. I’m not expecting it to be anything glorious, because I simply haven’t had enough time to work on it as much as I would’ve wanted to, but seeing how useless a subject Literature has turned out to be, I really don’t mind.
Ah, and the weather has turned from horrible to moody — I think it’s gone from blue skies to rainy at least four times today. I got to use my umbrella twice, but I didn’t get my toes wet! Aw, and I lost my scarf around friday (ha, seriously, that shows you just how tired I’ve been: I have no idea how that happened, only that in the beginning of the day, I had it, and at the end of it, I didn’t), so my neck has kind of been freezing: I forecast some serious headaches because of these monstrous shoulders of mine. Aaaand what else… OH, I listened to this French podcast, and I didn’t get most of it. 8D I’m getting kind of panicked about the whole oral exam again, because it’s in October and that’s kind of behind the corner already. In fact, this whole school situation seems surreal: my last French SAC (School Assessed Task, just a test that contributes to our final score in a lesser measure than the exams, it’s a sort of cumulative score) is next week, I only have one math SAC and one English SAC left — and two each of chemistry (one of them is a take-home report thing, though) and lit (one of which is the creative that we’re supposed to have finished on wednesday). It’s almost the end of my high school education — I can’t believe it!
Or, well, yes I can, considering how stressed I’m beginning to get again, and how far (five weeks, so 24 days of school) the next “study break” (read: holiday that our tyrannical coordinator person doesn’t want us to call a holiday, because we’re never supposed to have any fun as long as we’re in HIS school) is.
I was considering answering another prompt, but I suppose that I’ve been rambling on and boring you for long enough as it is. I’ll just either answer two tomorrow or skip one or just stretch 35 days out to 36 — maybe you won’t kill me, right? These are the ones that are coming up:
Day 07: Something that turns you on
Day 08: Your favourite fruit
But what if my favourite fruit turns me on? D;
Peace, potatoes and leftover cake <3
I swing a lot of ways, but not in that one
14 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in Personal Tags: 35 days, memories, music
Today was simultaneously a very frantic and a very tired day — and as you can guess, those two things don’t always mix together very well, as the few almost-fainting bouts during the day have proved very well. For one, my hand still hasn’t fully forgiven me for all the questions I made it write out yesterday — and I suppose that it didn’t really appreciate how I then forced it to write various essays and things for a few other subjects (I’m trying to keep the boring specifics away from you; boring specifics are boring). What made it even worse was that at one point, someone announced that our chemistry teacher would not even turn up for our period — which turned to be both true and false, because he did turn up; just late.
See, you’d know if he hadn’t turned up, because there’d be all these huge headlines of nuclear explosions in Australia, caused by the spontaneous combustion of a late-teenaged girl’s knowledge-swollen head.
Speaking of knowledge-swollen heads, we were having a rather interesting conversation on the subject on the journey from school to the station (it wasn’t raining today, either — must’ve been because I had the gay umbrella with me) with an equally tired friend of mine. I said that I supposed that I was feeling sick and having this weird, seemingly pressure-induced headache because of the fact that I have been doing excessive amounts of schoolwork this week, leading to the accumulation of knowledge into my brain with a far more rapid rate than with which it leaves (or replaces old knowledge, if you believe Dr Cox [oh how I love that guy] from Scrubs), meaning that, combined with the almost nonexistent time in which I’ve done something else than updated this blog or done schoolwork, my brain is currently bloated with all the excess knowledge, causing both headaches and incredible amounts of stress. This stress may also be causing the recurrence of the annoyingly persistent symptoms of flu or whatever that I’ve been having.
BUT then I got home and got to lie down for a while, reading some Cracked (I linked to it in the post before the previous one, go search there if you’re interested — one massively awesome site with some massively awesome articles, I’m telling you) and taking some pain medication (despite swearing that I wouldn’t, because I’ve been living on it for the past week or so; me and my addiction to ibuprofen), I began feeling like a human being again, so I went with my mother and sister to listen to one of the school bands play. Jazz, at that. I’m more of a metal sort of person myself, and that’s pretty much the only genre of music I have any knowledge about whatsoever — and even that is based on wide listening experience than actual knowledge based on music. But I’ve been to a few of the concerts now, and I’ve got to say, that even though I don’t understand one bit of musical theory, I think I can distinguish things that sound bad from things that sound good, and by dear God in heavens, does that band sound good.
And because I’m especially biased (and because I really like percussion — I’ve always liked it, but have never had any real way to express what it is that I like, as my expression was limited to “I like a strong beat, you know?”), Christ but I love watching and listening to my significant other play. I’ll spare you of the details, though I could gush over it for hours. Instead, I WAS going to go all technical and talk about how I used to be an ice skater and how ice skaters, quite like dancers, become proficient with picking up beats from different songs and often develop a liking for strong, distinguishable beats, but then I realised that that goes a lot into musical theory, again, of which I understand nothing and maybe I should just be quiet. I can find that tempo I would skate to, that count to eight (though the speed in which you actually count to eight varies with each song, hee), usually in every song that I like to listen to, with very few exceptions — but with this music stuff that this band plays, I’m completely lost. I kind of hate that feeling, because I have no clue what is going on, not even from a more sportive point of view. Makes me feel kind of inadequate.
Anyway. They rock. Or swing. Is that how you say it, with jazz?
Day 04: Four moments that changed your life
Why is it, that every time that you’re expected to talk about life-changing events, people always talk about moments, or other really short spans of time? Even in fiction, it seems to be that sort of blink of an eye after which nothing was the same ever again. I say that’s a load of bullshit. If there’s any defining factors in any changes in my life, it’s more likely people than individual events — and even if they’ve been individual events, like beginning that ice skating (which pretty much ended up defining a lot of me as a person and a long span of my current life) or, eventually, quitting ice skating have been gradual processes that have kind of built up in significance and ideological value. I mean, when I started ice skating as a wee little 5-year-old, of course I wasn’t expecting that at from the age of 11-ish, I’d be doing it some 13 hours a week. And when quitting it, I wasn’t really expecting to fall into near-depression in the summer following that decision, and having such difficulty piecing my then non-existent life together. When going on my confirmation camp in between grades eight and nine, I think I was just trying to get it over and done with, and not to be so moved by the things they taught there as to want to go back, to help out on someone else’s camp as an “isonen” — something that really helped me out in that bleak time after quitting my previous lifestyle. When moving from Finland down to Australia with the attitude of “well, I’ve got nothing to lose” and “There’s no harm in just trying it out, right?” I wasn’t exactly expecting to be proved wrong. And maybe I was expecting least of all the incredible depth and importance of the relationship with my current significant other. I wasn’t exactly planning on it, as he would be able to tell you — another gradual realisation that I’m Australian now, and Finland’s somewhat out of my reach.
Four, was it? Was that even four? It doesn’t really matter, since they’re not exactly bullet-speed heart-stopping moments, which was what this question here was likely looking for. But like I said, nothing in my life ever happens in moments, and if it does, the realisation that it has happened in a moment will only appear with time, which kind of defies the whole definition of a life-defining moment.
Day 05: Something that makes you smile
Day 06: Someone who makes you very happy
That’s all I have for today, I suppose. Love and jazz and stripy socks, because stripy socks are ultimately probably one of the most awesome things in this world. :3
The one with metal fans, balloons and umbrellas
12 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in Personal Tags: 35 days, Following the Gay Umbrella, ideas, music, shiny, writing
So, my mood has steadily declined from the deliriously bubbly earlier today, mainly because of the fact that I’ve been doing chemistry for the entire afternoon & evening, and my wrist hurts like a bitch right now. It couldn’t even be some cool theory stuff, no, but all this explanation about different types of energy, that I’ve been doing since, uh, ninth grade, I think. It was interesting and everything, but there was too much of it, and too much writing.
And then I banged my elbow twice to something, because my upper body was jealous of the damage that I did to my toes this morning.
BUT then I thought that I might cheer myself up by keeping my promise and picking up my camera; it produced a photo like SO:
Hee, yes, this is the beloved b’loon that my mother brought home with her, to my delight. Oh, and also the weirdly clinically-looking hallway-thingy of my house. … I really don’t know what else to say about it, except that it’s a b’loon and hence it must be awesome. Speaking of which, mother came in just a few moments ago, looking for the other bag of balloons that she was supposed to fill with helium later. I suppose I’m not the only one who loses things easily…
BUT what I thought that was far more important than this picture of the balloon, delightful as it is, was the picture of my gay umbrella. This is him (on the pile of stuff that is the bed I sleep on):
There’s somewhat of a story behind the acquisition and hence the name of the umbrella. I think I found him at Dangerfield, some time last winter, when we were shopping at Westfield with this Swedish girl who has hence moved back into Sweden. Of course, I’m a sucker for any sorts of colours and I was actually looking for an umbrella, since I didn’t have one and it was, at the time, raining quite heavily outside — and then I spotted this one, a rainbow of an umbrella, and of course I had to have him (I hope that my referring to inanimate objects like people isn’t freaking you out). And, of course, due to its colouring and the positive feelings both I and said Swedish girl have for homosexuals, he had to be gay.
And there’s more to it than just that — I really early became fond of pointing the umbrella at directions before walking there, because it’s just that sort of an umbrella. At one point, when aforementioned Swede was with me, I pointed it at a direction, grinned and said “let’s follow the gay umbrella, eh?” to which she remarked that it sounded curiously like some title for a novel. Being the writer I am, this struck me, and I had the idea for the novel that is still, after more than 200,000 words and slightly more than 30 chapters “under construction,” under the title of “Following the Gay Umbrella.” It’s weird where the smallest seeds of ideas get us, isn’t it?
The gay umbrella, too, has become an increasingly important part to the plot of my dearest novel-child, to the extent where if I told you, I would have to kill you — I mean, if I told you, that would be totally spoiling the story, and though I’ve spoiled it from at least two people who might want to read it at some point, I wouldn’t want to do that, would I now? Anyway, only thinking about him makes me incredibly excited, so mind the post for a while while I go bounce around my balloon in a weird sort of ritualistic dance.
Now that I’m done with that, let’s go back to the whole 35 days thing.
Day 03: Three concerts you would have wanted to/want to attend.
Three concerts? At the moment, since I’ve been following Nightwish’s camp diary thing with insanity in my eyes, all three slots are taken by some sort of fictional Nightwish concerts that will only begin taking place after their new album will have come out — which will be, I think, around the Australian spring of 2011, if even later than that. No-one knows, yet! Or, well, I suppose that the band itself will know, but that’s not really relevant to my point. I’ve seen Nightwish live once, and that was 1.1.2008, and that was pretty insanely rad. After that, I wondered why I had never really been to any concerts/gigs/things before D;
Which kind of sucked, since then we moved to Australia and the concerts from that particular genre of music I listen to seem pretty few and far between around here. Sonata Arctica, I think, came down at some point, but it was a small, 18+ gig at a time when I wasn’t just yet 18. That would’ve been pretty cool to have attended, I’m sure. Then there’s bands like Disturbed, After Forever and Epica that would be, uh, pretty epic to see live — and bands like Poets of the Fall that just kind of make me cry like a waterfall without really trying, and even though I’m not sure how much I’d like them live (they’re the sorts of things you just listen at home to yourself; and I’ve seen some recordings of their concerts, they seem kind of awkward and too poppy on stage — probably because they ARE technically pop), I’d have to go just to show my appreciation.
My final answer, though? Nightwish, Nightwish, and Nightwish.
Can you tell?
Day 04: Four moments that changed your life
Day 05: Something that makes you smile
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