Thursday, December 9, 2010

Friday, 10th December, 2010, 2.50pm

At home, bored, going to publish 5 random facts about myself 'cause why not.

Random Fact No. 1: I'm currently eating onion rings. 'Cause they yummy.

Random Fact No. 2: I'm currently reading Of Mice And Men by John Steinbeck. The introduction is nearly as long as the whole book.

Random Fact No. 3: I enjoy quizzes. Like the ones on DA. Fun.

Random Fact No. 4: It's my best friend's 17th birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEN!!!

Random Fact No. 5: I enjoy fried lotus root. Yuuuum.

Bet you all wanted to know that.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Saturday, 13th November, 2011, 5.47pm

Westfield.

Okay, so the big social place near where I live is a big 'shopping town' (different to a shopping centre somehow) called Westfield

It's full of 9 year olds trying to look like 13 year olds trying to look like 16 year olds trying to look like 18 year olds trying to look their own age, but older than 16 year olds.

It's a centre for bitching and weekends and smoking outside no-smoking signs.

So why do I go there?

*shrug*

It's something to do.

They just recently replaced Angus & Robinson's bookstore with the clothing store Dotti which is just trying to copy Supre over the way, and they have now closed down the Body Shop.

This world... is rotting.

Extra awesome points if you get that reference.

A friend once asked me on Facebook why I went to Westfield, with the connotations of, "It's full of bitches, why waste your time there?"

The good thing about Facebook is that you have time to think up replies.

The best I could do was, "I like the testers in the Body Shop."

After some thought, I've figured out why I enjoy Westfield.

It's all about who you're with.

Westfield is a place full of stuff, and although the stuff may be intended for alternate purposes, they can be whatever you want them to be.

Westfield can be shopping with your friends and boyfriend, comparing oneself to models and generally strutting what you don't have.

Westfield can also be helping yourself to your friend's gelato, playing gay in front of old guys and falling all over every single bed in David Jones.

Westfield isn't inherently a bad place.

It's the people around you who decide how much fun you have.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Sunday, 31st October, 2010, 1.21pm


...And this is why you put sunscreen EVERYWHERE, even in the gap between your singlet and your shirt.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Thursday, 28th October, 2010, 4.51pm

So, tomorrow's a mufti day at my school (the name of which continuing to remain undisclosed) to raise money for the floods in Pakistan.

I don't know how Americans handle it.

When a mufti day is announced, everyone's overjoyed and starts planning what they're going to wear a month before.

I, on the other hand, don't really care about what I wear. I'll go out in a baggy jumper just as easily as I'll go out in anything else.

Until the afternoon before a mufti day.

The compulsion comes... instead of study, why not try on what you're going to wear? So on goes my faithful combo: black shirt and jeans. Okay. I'm comfortable, I don't look awful. My pants slip down a little, but I'll just wear my belt.

Five more seconds of looking at myself in the mirror and I'm ready to die.

This neckline looks like it's choking me. My boobs look too big. Is this necklace too plain? My belt puts a dent in my hips when it's this tight but does nothing if it's any looser, and rides my jeans up my ass. Lucky jeans. These pants aren't long enough.

Panic ensues.

Okay, so how about I change my top?

I take out a black singlet and a green cheese-cloth top. That looks nice. Oh, I have a necklace to go with this! This is going well! Now I'm looking at my jewellery... this bracelet would look wonderful with it too! And this one! And this one! And this one! Why am I suddenly wearing four bracelets and two necklaces? Do all the bracelets belong on my left wrist, and my watch can live on my right? The string on my top obscures my beautiful necklace... Will anyone else wear bracelets? Or more importantly, will only bitches wear bracelets? I don't want to look like a bitch! So... what would Mary wear? *thinks* Kitten t-shirt and jeans. No jewellery. But this necklace is so nice... What about Trisha? *thinks* Jeans and a t-shirt, probably chickening out of a necklace at the last moment. I don't want to look over-dressed next to her. But this all looks so nice...

*turns in mirror* Oh no... how fat do I look! This shirt doesn't show off anything! Aw shit, I forgot... I don't have anything to show off... But what if I did!? Can I create the illusion that I have something to show off?

Not without looking like a bitch. Why is my hair so flooffy? I really hope it doesn't tangle in my necklace... *fiddles with bracelets* *wags arm* *is weighed down by arm* *rather by bracelets*

I'll be judged no matter what I do. For this or for that, someone's going to think worse of me. I want people to get a good impression, even though they see me almost every freaking day of their lives and anyone who has an opinion to form has formed one.

If I wear the cheesecloth, I look fat[ter] and have to wear jewellery which, although creates a nice effect, makes me look like a gypsy. If I wear the shirt, I look like a cool teenager, but on the musician side of cool rather than the bitchy side of cool.

But there'll be people who look a thousand times cooler than me (DAMN YOU GABBY!!!), and that's when people will notice how short my jeans are (damn my long legs), how silly my belt makes me look and me pulling up my pants like an idiot when I don't wear my belt.

Almost makes me want to wear my uniform.

Almost.

Fuckin' mufti days.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Thursday, 21st October, 2010, 10.59pm

Back again, for a rant about stereotypes.

It seems as though it is natural for people to prefer to think of someone as one thing and one thing only. For example, if one were to see a girl with a tiny skirt, straightened blonde hair and plenty of make-up, the initial judgement would probably be, 'Slut/bitch.'

Problem is, this is probably true.

I have noticed that people try to fit themselves into a stereotype which takes their fancy, either consciously or unconsciously. If your friends have the slut-like characteristics mentioned above, chances are you will too, making you a clone.

Similarly, if you read a lot and have glasses, you are pegged as a nerd. This does not mean that you have to hang out with only nerds, push up your glasses incessantly and have no taste in clothing.

If you are a guitarist in a band, overage or otherwise, there is the compulsion to do drugs, to drink, to get a bunch of girlfriends, and to have a cool persona, i.e. hair, clothes, kind of quiet and 'mysterious'. It all fits in to the one stereotype of 'rocker/they're in a band.'

Why?

Take my friend Trisha for example - she is a guitarist, goes out almost every weekend and rides around on her step-dad's motorbike. However she reads, plays Pokemon at almost 16 years of age, studies hard, watches anime, reads manga, and fangirls out over bishies.

She is an enigma to the people who do not know her well (and even to those who do) because she does not wedge herself in a single category.

One of, I believe, the most wonderful things Trisha has ever said was when we ditched the disco/dance thing at camp. There were some girls who were just heading up, and one of them said, "Shouldn't you guys be at the dance? Why are you out here?" and she immediately came back with, "'Cause we're BADASS!"

Part of the reason the girls found this so hysterical could have been that they had pegged us as nerds, and did not expect such a cool, witty comeback.

Although I hesitate to use myself as an example, I've dismissed this hesitation.

I am a nerd. It's an undeniable fact. I get good grades, love to read, get along reasonably well with teachers, watch anime and read manga, fret and worry my head in, am an activist, am on crutches, don't put any effort into looking the way society wishes me to look, and am ugly. But I play the bass and guitar, go out one or two weekends a month, particularly to the city, am strong, and, if I do say so myself, I'm pretty darn hysterical.

The persona which is 'people' don't understand this though. If I say something clever or witty to someone who has pegged me as a nerd, they become completely lost - nerds aren't funny.

Cool people are funny.

Here's the thing: if you fit yourself into a stereotype, then everyone knows your weaknesses (thank you American television).

If you become a multi-dimensional character who knows more that you let on and do what you want to do, then you have acquired both the freedom which comes with being yourself unashamedly, and an immunity to the predictable and well-known weaknesses of the single-dimensional.

Now, I reckon it's stupid to say that there are two types of people in the world: x and y. Again, that's just casting a black-and-white stereotype and pigeonholing people just because you don't know them [as well as you think you do].

However to some degree, it is true to quote Oscar Wilde in saying, 'It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.'

If you have worked your way into the charming pile, this means that I haven't seen someone exactly like you before. You think things that I can't guess, have lived a life which is unpredictable by the clothes you wear or who you hang out with, and make me wonder about you and admire you.

However if you are tedious, you are everywhere. You are not you, you're one of a million clones out there who look exactly like you, act exactly like you, think exactly like you.

Now I don't know how other people think. Perhaps the bitches have reached a higher level of intellectual processing and development than I have and perfectly reasonable logic has taken them to bitch-hood and it is I who is mistaken and 'inferior'.

It is of course impossible for me to know whether, deep down inside, you are not the same as everyone else.

This is why I believe that you should not fit yourself into a stereotype. Don't show everything about you to the world, but rather set yourself apart from the world, proving that you are a charming person, regardless of how deep down this interest lies.

The only thing one risks by being an individual is the torment of clones who [I'm presuming] have not evolved the intellectual capacity to understand that the way that they are and the way that their 'friends' are is not the ideal human specimen.

Set yourself apart.

Prove what you can do with wisdom.

Humanity will stereotype you if you don't.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Thursday, 21st October, 2010, 12.28am

Chucky's back.

Less than half an hour after than she left last time.

-.-

Chucky needs a life.

Chucky also needs to stop making references to movies she hasn't seen.

Whatever- I made a blog to ramble about what's happening in my life, not to introduce myself.

So.

Today I was all excited because it was my first day in the school band.

Backstory: I played the piano for about 5-6 years, but all but quit about six months ago and replaced it with the bass. Ever since then I've been dedicatedly and devotedly self-teaching everything I can.

But as I'm self-teaching, and not in a band, I don't have anyone to play with or to show what I've done. A bass is not a solo instrument. So I decided to join the band. There are a bunch of other reasons too, but screw them.

I showed up at band exactly on time, and everything worked itself out wonderfully - apparently everyone was sick of their previous pieces (all pop, ew) and as we have Performing Arts Night next week, the woman who runs the band Amara decided to give us a piece to perform then - Sway, by Pablo Beltran Ruiz and Norman Gimbel, I believe, but covered by everyone under the sun from Rosemary to Bubblies.

I like that piece - I like jazz overall in fact, it's plenty of fun.

I sat with and shared an amp with my metalhead electric guitarist friend who's a year younger than me (in year 9) Josie and we had a great time.

We sightread all through the hour, which was a challenge particularly as I'm used to reading tabs for bass, but I scribbled in my tabs (hooray for cheating!) and played well ^^ I think!

So I have a week, and I'm determined to get this piece perfect!

Problem is, I can't find a perfect backing track for my practicing - they're all too short for the transcription I have. I guess I'm just going to have to keep going awkwardly after the music fades away.

But I CAN DO THIS!!!

*MANLY GRUNT OF AWESOME*

I wanted to play in the orchestra too so that I could a) keep Josie company and b) miss ASP (Active Sports Program - an hour and a half of sport), but apparently I had to hand in some note previously and as I didn't know about it, I was rejected, which kind of broke my heart, but I figure I hate playing churchy music anyway. What would a bass do in an orchestra?

So I just read Dogs, Bullets & Carnage Volume 2 until I finished it, then watched my year do ceroc dancing (basically like spinning on a wheely chair; it just keeps on turning until someone pukes).

Well it's getting late and I still have to feed and play with my ratties :)

I've spent the past week with my mum giving my rat Beau medicine through a syringe every morning and night (you have NO idea how hard it is!) to stop her from sneezing, and she almost completely stopped sneezing after the prescription finished up, but she's sneezing like crazy again.

Going to have to get another set of doses ;(

I had to keep Beau in a separate cage so Izzy wouldn't get sick, but they missed each other so much and Beau escaped so many times in mad attempts to go see the rat who's like a sister to her, I can't do that to them again.

I'm going to have to find some way around this...

Wish me luck!

PS. I write A LOT, in case you hadn't noticed yet, and that's a huge drawback in my writing in general, so from now on I'm going to try and keep my posts as short and sweet as possible!

Thursday, 21st October, 2010, 12.01am

Okay, time to introduce myself.

My name's Emma, and I hate my name. I just turned 16 a fortnight ago, and live in the suburbs of Sydney, Australia with my mum, my dad, my 14 year old brother William, my 12 year old sister Nadia, my ~10 year old cat Love Puss, and my two one-year-old rats Izzy (Iseult) and Beau (Isabeau).

I'm here because my friend at school Trisha made an account (http://worldominationoforanges.blogspot.com/) and ranted so excitedly to me about it that I got curious.

I've always loved writing, and I figured this would be a great way to pass the time when I should be studying, and develop my writing skills on the side.

It's studying for English. Shut up.

I've decided that this blog is going to be quite light-hearted - or at least not very personal - so anyone can read it. I'll include just whatever I feel like - rants, things I found funny/interesting/aggravating/cute, exam results, reviews, things I'm excited about, study details, epiphanies, etc.

I don't know if anyone will read this, ever, but I don't think I care too much.

This isn't going to be a diary, because every girl over the age of 6 knows how much of a pain in the ass keeping a diary is.

Thus the title: Irregular Daily Ramblings.

By no means will I update every day - don't kid yourself - but this blog will be about what happens daily, and by all means will I ramble.

So you, lucky reader who obviously needs a life, are free to hop aboard the train of the surface of my life and mind for however long it takes until either it throws you off or you throw yourself off.

If you've made it this far, you have my respect.

Well, that's a good intro blog, I think.

It's super formal, uptight and irritating, and when I compare it to Trisha's first blog post (see above), I hate it.

Mine doesn't flow, doesn't communicate much about me as a person and is just plain boring.

But whatever.

Let's see how long this phase lasts.