There's A Giant Rubber Duck In The River

I have had a surprisingly great day. I shall, therefore, outline it for all of you, despite your lack of interest in my daily life.

I woke up, lying in my dark bedroom covered in my doona listening to a wild storm raging outside my window. It was lovely. Due to the darkness and the fact that it, like, never storms at this time in the morning, I assumed it must have been like 2 or 3am and I could, therefore, go back to sleep for another 4 or so hours. I checked my iPod to find that it was 7:13 and I only had 17 minutes left to sleep, so I immediately tried to make the most of those 17 minutes. What seemed like only 5 minutes went by before my dad came and woke me up. I had a slow morning before leaving to go to my flute ensemble rehearsal, which was good and ran smoothly.

I then head over to the State Library. Now, usually, I have some assignment to do, or research to do. For the past month, I had read my English Extension book, The House of Mirth, in the library, or I did research for ExtEng or MusExt. But, as of yesterday, when I handed in my final assignments for both of those subjects, I know longer have to do them. I had no homework and no assignments yet, as it isonly the end of the first week of term, so I took the laptop and sat in the library snacking on sultanas (I usually do this. They are a good substitute for lollies...), scrolling through Tumblr, reading about anime and watching How I Met Your Mother, before Phantomess arrived. We were both wearing our senior jerseys, due to the cold rain outside, so it was quite amusing.

We then went to the food shops and I ate a spring roll before we went to our symphonic wind ensemble rehearsal. Now, it has been painful for me to play saxophone lately, since my wisdom teeth were removed. It was painful today, but bearable. The rehearsal was decent. Nothing great, but not bad. The usual, I suppose.

On the trip home, my dad and I drove past the city's big river and, believe it or not, there was a giant rubber duck just sitting there in the river. I stated this (exactly like the title of this post) and he simply replied, with some laughter, "There is." That was the end of the conversation. We both looked at it a bit, though. I mean, what can you say about something like that?

I came home to eat some ice cream with strawberries and scroll through some more Tumblr. Awhile later, I grabbed some BBQ flavoured Shapes, the jar of Vegemite and a glass of iced juice and went back to room. I just spent the last... hour to hour-and-a-half watching How I Met Your Mother while dipping Shapes in Vegemite. This is the life, guys. I mean, I should do some flute practice later, but that's it. I have nothing else I have to do. Isn't it amazing?

And, I have finally made a choice about uni. Now, it could change, but I don't think it'll change to much. I really hope I don't change my mind anymore, anyway. It's happened too many times already. As of now, I will be studying a Bachelor of Arts majoring in Psychology and Japanese for the next three years, at the uni that several of my friends are going to. Now, I don't want to go here solely because my friends are. I want to make new friends. I want to break out from my shell a bit. It'll be terrifying for me, but once I do it, I'll feel amazingly proud and like I can conquer the world, or something. I know, for many people saying "Hey, I'm *insert name here*, how are you?" is simple, but for me, it's terrifying. No, petrifying. Anyway, knowing that White Ribbon, Phantomess, Tenuto Tuo and even nath_alex01 (though I doubt we'll see each other as much as the others) are there will be so comforting. And, heck, I am seriously planning on finding some way to go visit Gojo or meet up somewhere, cause I ain't losing that gurl (I dunno. That's how I said it in my head) just because she goes to a different uni.

Now, you may be saying, "Japanese? I thought you loved Spanish?" I do, I really do. But I really like Japanese and the Japanese culture as well. I looked at the course lists for both and I swear, despite the fact that this doesn't make a lot of sense, the Japanese course sounds a whole lot less intense and scary than the Spanish one. I still intend to learn Spanish sometime in the not-too-distant future, I really do. I promise myself I will learn it and I have several other ideas of how I might do it, already. I will learn it.

I'm actually getting re-excited for uni. I know that really soon I'll be terrified and all, "I DON'T WANNA GO!!" again, but for now, it's good to feel OK about it.

Since I did an epic clean up of my room in the first week of my holidays, I've hated having it even slightly messy. I mean, the laptop bag on the floor is bugging me, along with the notebook, sticky notes (which are there for good reason. I am forgetful), iPod, panadol, Shapes box, Vegemite jar, empty glass and empty water bottle on my desk next to me are annoying me. As is the handbag on my laundry basket. Hm. I think I need to do a cleanup. I also haven't liked going to bed if stuff is lying around on my desk or floor. I find myself needing to do a 2-minute clean-up before I can go to bed.

I'm going to do a quick clean-up now...

Just had fried rice while watching Total Drama World Tour and trying to hide my fangirling from my dad... Anyway, a great day I have had.

Tomorrow may not be quite as relaxing, but it sure as heck won't be stressful.

I'll just chill out and watch a little anime, maybe some more How I Met Your Mother, maybe some flute practice. Who knows? I have around 2 hours before I'll be so unbearably tired.

Listening to catchy Japanese music from Special A is making me pumped for learning this language. And... I would love if I could go there for Study Abroad. Or Canada. Or anywhere in the UK. Mainly Ireland. Japan, Canada or Ireland would be great, thanks :)

Wow. It's only 8:30 and I am already so tired. Ugh, I don't want to go to sleep yet. I want to watch anime, for goodness sake.

So. Sleepy.

Well, farewell, y'all. I have nothing left to say.

So's Your Face

Finishing off my Music Extension assignments, y'all. Feels pretty good, you know. I mean, only a couple of months ago, I would be crying in my room going, "Oh my goodness! I actually have NO clue how to physically do this assignment!" and now I am doing the finishing touches on both, ready to hand them in tomorrow. Sure, they aren't wonderful. Sure, I highly doubt I'll be getting an A, but I am freaking proud of myself for actually being able to hand them in. This day seemed so... impossible a few months ago. These assignments made me cry, tear my hair out and question my mental sanity and my intelligence. Yeah. They suck that much.

So, I just realised something interesting. My social life is weird. I mean, not really. I don't have much of a social life outside of school, but still. I confuse myself. People confuse me. I get easily annoyed at people, but have to hide it. I get easily sick of people at times. I know, that sounds horrible, but it's not as bad as it sounds. It's just that, sometimes, I get tired of some conversations, some behaviour, some stuff and just get tired and irritable around people. I don't want to, because I love these people. I really do.

I also realised, when thinking about this, that I have many different opinions to a lot of my friends. A lot of them wouldn't know it, because I so often just go along with the flow. I laugh and joke along when really, I might not agree, or I might prefer to be talking about something else. Quite a lot, actually. I just laugh along and no one would know that I really don't want to talk about that, or that I don't agree. I guess that could contribute to my irritability and tiredness in relation to some people.

I'm not really sure what this means in relation to anything, because I'm unlikely to stand up and be all, "Guys. This topic of conversation is annoying me. I'm leaving now," and then walk off.

I hate not knowing why someone bugs you. There is sometimes just something, some quality that you can't quite put your figure on. Man, that is annoying.

And, don't you hate it when you can't decide on your opinion on a particular person? You know, like, you really strongly dislike many things they do and several things about them, but you strongly like other things they do and other things about them. Yeah.

See, I'm not even sure where I'm going with any of this, I just had a weird epiphany and that's totes what blogs are for. My irritation for most of the planet must be directed somewhere, right?

I got distracted by seeing a Jemma Rix Tumblr fan page. Then one for Lucy Durack. Then pictures of both of them with David Harris. And yeah, my focus went out the window after that. Well, no. I was focused, just not on my assignments. Focused on looking at images of the aforementioned people instead.

So, I remember where I was going with the earlier statements. Because of all that stuff I said, there are times where I feel like I don't quite fit in. I mean, sometimes I feel like these guys I chill with are the best people in the world and I could have been put with better friends etc. Other times I sit there feeling kinda... like I don't quite belong. Like these people don't know the real, true, full me. I don't know, it's hard to explain. But, despite my weirdness, and my self issues, and my low self-esteem, and my irritability, I do love my friends.

Back to my assignments, guys.

Oooh, so, I love this picture... Please ignore the sucky quality...

... Heh.

BACK TO ASSIGNMENTS.

So, you know what I like about public transport? The people. I mean, I don't like people generally, but I like people watching. I like being in this space with people I've never seen and will most likely never see again. People that sit there, maybe on their phones or listening to music, with their own stories and you don't know anything about them. And they know nothing about you. Yeah, I still sit their self-conscious, but I doubt I'll ever be able to be around people and not feel self-conscious. I was on the bus (public bus) home from school this afternoon (sitting on a chair that someone had spilt something on. Yeah. Ew. Thanks.) when, at the stop before mine, this young (16?) girl came on. She was hanging around with this guy who was on a bike. As she got on, she looked like she was pulling a fake sad face. I though this was some face she'd be pulling at the guy and that she'd forgotten to take off (the guy rode off on his bike, not getting on the bus) then, as she was paying the bus driver and he mumbled (he was a quiet, shy dude. I liked him), "Are you OK?" I realised she was actually crying. When she turned around to go to her seat, I realised she was crying a lot. She sat a few seats behind me and was sobbing. I have no idea what happened and I'm pretty sure she annoyed me last time I saw her on my bus, but I could not help feeling so sorry for her. I kinda wanted to hug her. It made me think of a quote from Total Drama, by Heather, "Crazy or not, no girl should have to be bald on national TV." So true, but anyway. I modified it, "Annoying or not, no girl should have to be bawling her eyes out on public transport." Poor girl. Wouldn't have surprised me if Guy On The Bike had just dumped her or something. Yeah, I felt so sorry for her, being depressed for whatever reason, and then having to be on public transport, where random people look at you. That's one thing that sucks about public transport. Sometimes you can't totally hide your story from the random strangers.

BACK TO ASSIGNMENTS, YO.

"Only you, you're the only thing I see, forever" Ah, Tonight. What a romantic, cheesy song. N'aww. OK, they way the Original Tony says "I love you" to Maria in this version I'm listening to sounds really weird. He sounds pretentious and annoying and not very sincere. Or romantic. Or attractive. I mean, gosh. And he sounds kinda old. And, my favourite character from West Side Story sounds really... um, ew... in the Original Broadway recording. Just sayin'. Okaaayyy... Apparently the guy who played Tony was only 25 then. Heh. He did not sound 25. Oh well, he had a good voice... Just.. kinda... old-ish... :P

ASSIGNMENTS!!!

Ah, Darth Vader. You never cease to amuse. 

 I have no ideas where these things came from, but I kinda like them...

"It's a quarter after one. I'm all alone and I need yoouu noooow"

If you type "so's" into Google Images the first recommendation is "so's your face", closely followed by "so's your mom" and "so's your mum".

Most of my conversations go something like this... 

I have no clue who Stephen Douglas is, but whatever. 

Just getting my dad to proofread these assignments. See? I'm not totally procrastinating. I will admit, procrastinating's more fun when you have a blog and can tell the world about your procrastination.

I am wanting to wait till i have officially finished these assignments before finishing this post. Well, almost. I forgot to get the name and company of my most important source from my teacher today, so I'm going to have to ask her tomorrow and quickly add that to my assignment. But whatever. That'll take like, 27 seconds.

First assignment officially DONE. Now, just to touch up the second one. OMG. OH SO CLOSE I CAN TASTE IT. *intertextual referencing ftw*

SECOND ONE DONE. Well, apart from the touch-ups for tomorrow.

GUYS. I AM *almost* READY TO HAND IN THE ASSIGNMENTS THAT I TORE HAIR OUT OVER. O.M.G. WHOOP! This calls for a serious rave party. Who's in?

Alrightyo. Imma eat a big lollipop and... Well, I don't know... Do something... else.... that isn't school work...

I CAN HAZ FREE TIME!

LOLWHAT? Pretty sure the reasons, with corresponding reactions are:
1. Forgetfulness... LOLHOMEWORK? FML...
2. Laziness... Pfffssshhhh..... I'll do it later... Sometime... I guess
3. Apathy... Like it matters. I ain't gonna use this. Ever.

BYE.

*just realised how flipping random this post was...*