Monthly Archives: September 2011



I saw a fanvid on YouTube the other day. It was a tribute to all the creepy children on the TV show Supernatural. It was made by ILoveThesePeople, and the backing music was the song Come, Little Children. Some of you might know it as Sarah’s Song, from the movie Hocus Pocus. Anyway, here is the video:

Quite creepy, don’t you agree? But the song is really pretty! Sure, it’s creepy, but the singer has a gorgeous voice! It was so good, that I assumed it was either the original, or a professional cover that someone had released on their album. But no. It was a cover made by katethegreat19.  She arranged the song herself, putting all the verses of a poem to music, and added a bridge. She also performed all the music herself. Kate’s YouTube username is katethegreat19, but she also goes by Erutan. I advise you all to check out her music! Here is a video with the Final Fantasy IX theme song, which she wrote lyrics for:



So apparently I might have some kind of synesthesia. In case people don’t know what that is, it’s when multiple different senses are connected, in that one could ‘hear aromas’ or ‘see sounds’, etc.

Well, in my case, I can feel sound. Some sounds, like when people talk to me in a calm voice, feel like a light massage on my back. Like when the sun shines down on me. Some music also gives me a light massage. Other music sends tingles down my entire body. And some music is almost orgasmic. So yes, I may have a form of sound->touch synesthesia.

There are also some really specific types of synesthesia. And some are really obscure. But these specific types are actually quite common. For example, weekday->colour synesthesia. Monday is always red, Tuesday is always blue, and Wednesday is always green. Those connections are stronger than Thursday (which varies between dark purple and navy blue) and Friday (which varies between black and brown). Saturday and Sunday are always very bright, light colours. Sunday is always white, and Saturday is usually yellow, but sometimes it varies in tone, and can even be closer to white sometimes.

So yes, I may have synesthesia. How awesome! Maybe it’s why I like music so much. Because it makes me feel nice. Literally.

Edit: I was making out with my boyfriend the other day, and I was just bombarded with yellow! Every time we kissed, it was just ‘yellow yellow yellow’! Yellow patterns, yellow light… Just yellow, everywhere. It was bizarre. So if there’s some kind of kissing->colour synesthesia, then I’ve got that too.

Pottermore – Wand Selection and Sorting


I got into Pottermore about a month or so ago, so it’s not like the information in this post is brand new or anything. But I just found out that my wand actually has meaning to me! Because as everyone should know by now, our wands choose us based on a short quiz, in the same way, albeit shorter, we are sorted into our houses. I was sorted into Slytherin, by the way, which I was very happy about!


As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

So apparently I should be powerful and easy to turn evil… That’s not a very good sign. O_O Well, I don’t think I’d turn evil. But I suppose, my alignment is somewhere between ‘neutral good’ and ‘lawful neutral’. But if it weren’t for the law, I would easily be ‘neutral evil’. So me turning evil is possible, but very, very, very unlikely. But it does say I learn quickly, which is a plus. And also kinda true!


Many wandmakers simply match the wand length to the size of the witch or wizard who will use it, but this is a crude measure, and fails to take into account many other, important considerations. In my experience, longer wands might suit taller wizards, but they tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic. Neater wands favour more elegant and refined spell-casting. However, no single aspect of wand composition should be considered in isolation of all the others, and the type of wood, the core and the flexibility may either counterbalance or enhance the attributes of the wand’s length.

Most wands will be in the range of between nine and fourteen inches. While I have sold extremely short wands (eight inches and under) and very long wands (over fifteen inches), these are exceptionally rare. In the latter case, a physical peculiarity demanded the excessive wand length. However, abnormally short wands usually select those in whose character something is lacking, rather than because they are physically undersized (many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands).

Wand flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair – although, again, this factor ought not to be considered separately from the wand wood, core and length, nor of the owner’s life experience and style of magic, all of which will combine to make the wand in question unique.

Wand length and flexibility didn’t have much information specific to each wand. I guess this meanings that I’m fairly adaptable? I’m not sure. It doesn’t say much at all on length, apart from really short or really long wands. And mine’s just in the middle.


Unskilled wandmakers call spruce a difficult wood, but in doing so they reveal their own ineptitude. It is quite true that it requires particular deftness to work with spruce, which produces wands that are ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures, and become positively dangerous in fumbling fingers. The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. However, when a spruce wand meets its match – which, in my experience, is a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour – it becomes a superb helper, intensely loyal to their owners and capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects.

Now this one doesn’t sound like me at all. I’m pretty cautious. I’m very clumsy. Quite nervous too. I don’t think I’m bold… But maybe if magic existed I’d be bold with that, so I guess I can’t comment much on that part. I have a sense of humour, but I don’t think it’s that good. Actually, no, it is good. I’m just not that funny myself. 🙂


Firstly, let’s dispel a few myths. You might have heard rumours about Slytherin house – that we’re all into the Dark Arts, and will only talk to you if your great-grandfather was a famous wizard, and rubbish like that. Well, you don’t want to believe everything you hear from competing houses. I’m not denying that we’ve produced our share of Dark wizards, but so have the other three houses – they just don’t like admitting it. And yes, we have traditionally tended to take students who come from long lines of witches and wizards, but nowadays you’ll find plenty of people in Slytherin house who have at least one Muggle parent.

Here’s a little-known fact that the other three houses don’t bring up much: Merlin was a Slytherin. Yes, Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history! He learned all he knew in this very house! Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Merlin? Or would you rather sit at the old desk of that illustrious ex-Hufflepuff, Eglantine Puffett, inventor of the Self-Soaping Dishcloth?

I didn’t think so.

But that’s enough about what we’re not. Let’s talk about what we are, which is the coolest and edgiest house in this school. We play to win, because we care about the honour and traditions of Slytherin.

We also get respect from our fellow students. Yes, some of that respect might be tinged with fear, because of our Dark reputation, but you know what? It can be fun, having a reputation for walking on the wild side. Chuck out a few hints that you’ve got access to a whole library of curses, and see whether anyone feels like nicking your pencil case.

But we’re not bad people. We’re like our emblem, the snake: sleek, powerful, and frequently misunderstood.

For instance, we Slytherins look after our own – which is more than you can say for Ravenclaw. Apart from being the biggest bunch of swots you ever met, Ravenclaws are famous for clambering over each other to get good marks, whereas we Slytherins are brothers. The corridors of Hogwarts can throw up surprises for the unwary, and you’ll be glad you’ve got the Serpents on your side as you move around the school. As far as we’re concerned, once you’ve become a snake, you’re one of ours – one of the elite.

Because you know what Salazar Slytherin looked for in his chosen students? The seeds of greatness. You’ve been chosen by this house because you’ve got the potential to be great, in the true sense of the word. All right, you might see a couple of people hanging around the common room whom you might not think are destined for anything special. Well, keep that to yourself. If the Sorting Hat put them in here, there’s something great about them, and don’t you forget it.

And talking of people who aren’t destined for greatness, I haven’t mentioned the Gryffindors. Now, a lot of people say that Slytherins and Gryffindors represent two sides of the same coin. Personally, I think Gryffindors are nothing more than wannabe Slytherins. Mind you, some people say that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor prized the same kinds of students, so perhaps we are more similar than we like to think. But that doesn’t mean that we cosy up with Gryffindors. They like beating us only slightly less than we like beating them.

There’s more, but I cut out unimportant things like descriptions and introductions. I’m loyal and stuff, but I’m not a great deal ambitious or anything, so I don’t think it’s that accurate… Oh well. I love Slytherin. I got Slytherin. That’s that. Yay!



Ah, sleep. I love sleeping. Why? Because I dream. I love dreaming. It’s like living in a world where everything is weird and anything is possible. It’s why I daydream so much. Although daydreaming is a pretty cheap imitation. You know it’s not real. When you dream, it’s real. But I suppose… I can choose my daydreams. I can’t choose my dreams. But not for lack of trying, I can tell you that.

But anyway, in this post, I shall tell you about some of the weird dreams I have had during my time asleep.


I was with three non-existent friends – Jake, a hot emo guy, his slutty bitch of a girlfriend, and a gay guy called Dean – and we were on our way to an unknown destination. Our destination was out woop-woop, and the way there was all dusty and sandy, like a desert. As we walked, we came across a random staircase, and just as we were about to go down them, the slut pushed Jake down the stairs, and he broke his ankle. We asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital, but he said “No! We must go on!”. So we kept walking until we finally got to our destination, which turned out to be a pub. Dean, the slut and I all wanted to sit up on the balcony, so we went upstairs while Jake stayed downstairs. When we got upstairs, however, we found that the only way to the balcony was through a tiny hole in the wall about the size of my fists. There was no way I could fit through there, so I went back downstairs, although somehow, the other two still could, so they stayed up there. When I got back downstairs, I ran into my (real) friend Reannon, who asked me if I could churn butter. To which I said “No, but Jake can,” and pointed to Jake, who was sitting on a barrel churning butter.


Last year (or possibly the year before) I was on a major Buffy binge, which resulted in a fair few dreams about it. In one of the dreams, I was with a bunch of other girls in a garage. I sat down in a place in the circle, and Spike (who was my boyfriend in the dream) sat down beside me and held my hand. I was talking with the other girls about something that it was apparently my turn to do. Me and Spike went back outside, and we were at the school (my high school at the time). It was overrun with demons and I had to find my friend Hope. Somehow, me and Spike got separated, and while I was alone, I spotted Hope going up some stairs. I called out with her and tried to follow, but the stairs just kept growing. Then they turned into a slide and I slid all the way to the bottom. I gave up on Hope and started to look for Spike. I finally found him, and he was with our rivals, Buffy and Angel, who he had run into when I was going after Hope. I gave Spike a look, which he returned, and we grabbed each others’ hands and walked off.

Later on (same night but different dream I think), I was with my ‘friend’ Anya (actually a Buffy character), and we were looking for a place to eat. Anya suggested that we go to the Twilight restaurant. I had never heard of it before, but I agreed anyway. So Anya used her magic to turn it into midnight (AKA twilight), and took me to Hungry Jacks. For some reason, there was a table and chairs in the car park, so we sat down there. I had a bowl of rice with me, and Anya tried to turn it into stir-fry, but for some reason her powers weren’t working properly, and she only got as far as adding some sauce.

Another night, I had another dream about Spike. We were at the school together again, and he was wearing the same clothes, hair and make-up that he wore in the 70’s or 80’s. The look that Billy Idol stole from him. He was also wearing the coat. That long, sexy, black leather duster. There was the occasional demon around, but we only had eyes for each other. But then, somehow, we got separated. I asked someone if they had seen him, and they pointed me toward the coffee van. I finally found him there, but something was different. The eyeliner was gone and his hair was slicked back. His black sleeveless top and chains were gone too, and had been replaced by the red shirt, although he was still wearing the duster. But he had changed too – he was different in himself. I went to him, and I could see in his eyes that his feelings for me weren’t there anymore, not like five minutes and one outfit ago. He told me he was gay and broke it off.


Three of us were at the primary school – me, another girl, and a guy. I can’t remember what we were doing there, but all of a sudden, people were trying to kill us, and we had to escape. We ran down the hill, but first we had to jump over a small fence. We kept running, and it was strange, because I could actually run really fast in this dream, and not in slow motion like other dreams. I was running even faster than in real life (which really isn’t hard). Anyway, when we got to the bottom of the hill, there was a taller fence that we needed to jump over. We leaped towards it from further back, where the ground was higher, and struggled over it. We noticed that a really fast guard dog with sharp, slobbering teeth was pretty close behind. We kept running, and as we got to Settlement Rd, I turned left while the others turned right. I noticed I was alone, and thought maybe the dog had followed my friends instead of me. I kept running until I got to a huge house at the end of the street. It had a wooden beam leading up to the second floor, so I ran up it. I banged and banged on the door, until finally, the owner let me in. I yelled at her to call the police, but she wouldn’t. Then, all of a sudden, the leader of the people who were trying to kill us appeared. I pulled out my mobile and called the police myself, but when I described the leader as Indian, the operator told me I was racist, thought I was playing a prank, and hung up on me.

Then, all of a sudden, my friends and I were in a shop in the city, along with three of the people trying to kill us. I pulled out my two guns (yes, for some reason I had guns now) and shot the two baddies on the left and right. The one in the middle that I hadn’t shot was big and burly with dark eyes, dark hair, and a dark beard, and he had a gun. I reloaded my guns Underworld-style, by throwing them in the air and tapping them together behind my back. That’s all I did – I didn’t actually put new bullets in, but I guess that’s enough for reloading in dream-world. I jumped up and did a big flip, and in midair, knocked the baddy’s gun out of his hands. Apparently, that was enough to ‘take care of him’, because after that, apparently all three henchmen were taken care of. We then walked to the street corner, where we found Hayley. She said “I didn’t think shooting a gun would make me fall over”. Apparently she had been there during our shop battle, and had fired a gun, only to have the recoil make her fall over.

Then, all of a sudden, we were at the cinemas, watching Little Miss Sunshine (even though it was nothing like the real movie). Apparently we were celebrating the defeat of all the baddies, including the leader, which we didn’t even see the fight of. After the movie, someone asked me if I liked it, and I said it was better than I thought it would be. Then we had to vote on something, using bizarre ballot cards that were actually books. I made my vote and handed it in to my mum, who was the scanner of the votes. She said I had to make confession first, before my vote could be scanned. ‘Confession’ was actually signing the due date slip at the back of the book, and writing something on it, usually about confidentiality. I wrote on my confession: “I promise to keep this confidential. I also promise not to be a slut.” Then mum, Tara and I all laughed about what I had written.


We were doing the Legal Studies exam, but most of the questions weren’t even about legal. The books were written in, and for some reason, the first half of the booklet was the maths exam. Before we could even start, we had to erase what people had already written. When we finally got to the legal part, half the questions weren’t even related to legal! I worked through it until I got to the last question, which was the essay question with two choices. The first choice was: “Whenever you go to Spongebob’s cafe, there is never any parking. Explain the justice of this.” and the second choice was: “Do you like school? Do you have any friends?”. Even though the second question was way easier, and, both would be counted because they were already in the exam in the first place, I chose the first one. Simply because it contained the word ‘justice’, which made it seem more legally, and it seemed fitting to me, since I was doing a legal exam.


Not long ago, I had a dream where I was in a competition against a bunch of other people, in which we competed in pairs. My partner ended up being Jeff from Community. I assume I was dreaming about him because I’ve been watching Community lately,  and am super-obsessed with his nose, which is cute and upturned and pixie-like. But anyway, the first task was a boat race. Or, rather, a raft race. In my group, I had to go first, and I absolutely sucked. I was reeeally slow. But when it was Jeff’s turn, even though everyone else had a huge head-start, Jeff still managed to beat them all, because he was just so awesome. The second task was driving a real car around a go-kart track. I tried to have a go, but I absolutely failed, and couldn’t even get the Volkswagen Beetle we were driving (which kept changing colour between red and green)  out of the garage (which, incidentally, had vines for doors). I wasted heaps of time trying to start the darn thing, but I eventually told Jeff that he would have to drive, as I didn’t have my license.


Lately I’ve been obsessed with bare feet. I blame this on the music videos for Pure Morning and You Don’t Care About Us, in which we get a lovely view of Brian Molko’s bare feet, with nice black polished toenails. But anyway, I had a dream about my own feet. I dreamed that my second toes were longer than my big toes, and I was devastated.

Song-Writing Fail


I was in my room the other day. Late at night. I was meant to be sleeping, but oh my god I can never sleep O_O So I watched Community. Laughing silently is hard. But then it ended. The Dungeons and Dragons episode. The last episode I have. The episode that made me really want to play D&D.

But anyway, so I had nothing to do. So I went looking through my notebooks. And I found my old song book! The one I wrote crappy songs I made up in! And my god were they dreadful. One of the songs I wrote, the chorus popped into my head, and then I wrote my verses, which turned out to have a completely different meaning… My friend and I also wrote 2 country songs, and for some reason, we decided that since they were country songs, they actually had to be about the country. So we wrote country songs called Cattle in the Meadows, and Driving my Tractor. Perhaps I shall post these dreadful songs. The lyrics anyway, no way am I singing my own dreadful songs on the internet. The lyrics are bad enough, but if you add the tune… O_O No way.

I also found a poem I wrote in year 10 about my ex-boyfriend before we got together. I like that poem. It was fairly alright. I’m absolute shit at writing songs, but I’m decent at writing poems. That rhyme, anyway. Poems have to rhyme! Once, in primary school, we had to write a Haiku. And I made it rhyme 😛 I might post my poem up. Maybe even the really personal one I wrote for Creative Writing this year. But probably not. That is waaay to personal to put on the internet.

But anyway, back to songs. I am really weird. And when you add that to my crazy singing obsession hobby, it makes for an odd mix. You see, I feel the need to sing ALL THE TIME. But sometimes, I run out of songs that I know the words to. So I make songs up. On the spot. Which somehow simultaneously turn out weirder and more awesome than the songs I write down and remember. The other week I was in an operatic mood. So I made up an opera… about how I thought a dog wanted to kill me, so I attacked it, but it was actually just being friendly, so luckily my attack missed anyway. Today I was just in a weird nerd mood. So what’s the first thing I think of when I think of nerds? 2nd floor. That’s right, I sang a song about 2nd floor. Some things that featured prominently in the song were Magic, Tiernan’s beard, Tom’s coat, Griffin Archimedes Jeremiah Farnsworth Marziparlimous the 2nd, and Destiny the Wonder Poncho. Halfway through I did a kind of duet between Destiny and Griffin. Yes, I am insane.

So yes, the blog post entitled Song-Writing Fail doesn’t actually have much to do with my song-writing fails at all. Well, it kinda does, but I guess it’s more about my general weirdness. However, it is a nice intro to the song lyrics if I ever decide to post them.

Literally vs Figuratively


The misuse of the word ‘literally’ is one of my biggest pet peeves. Literally is when something actually happens. Figuratively is when you are exaggerating, or using a metaphor.

No, seeing your lover with someone else does not ‘literally’ kill you inside. One cannot ‘literally’ blow one’s mind. Unless of course they use a bomb, and in that case, that person wouldn’t be able to say they literally blew their mind anyway, would they?

However, sentences like “seeing my lover with someone else kills me inside” and “you blew my mind” are perfectly acceptable sentences to say. And why is this? Because there is no goddamn literally in there! Those things are being said figuratively! Sure, you could chuck a random ‘figuratively’ in there, like “seeing my lover with someone else figuratively kills me inside” or “you figuratively blew my mind”, but then you’d just look like a smartass. Solution? Don’t put either word in there! Everyone knows you’re not serious! You don’t need to put a word in to tell them that! More importantly, you don’t need to put the wrong word in to change the entire meaning of your sentence into something nonsensical!

So remember, literally = actually. Figuratively = metaphorically.

Media Memoirs


Emma actually smiling! Yay!

Ah, year 10 media. Oh, the memories. Hearing Avenged Sevenfold’s ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ for the first time. Watching the creepy video. Printing off the lyrics and singing it with Carly at the back of the classroom… Weird year, year 10. The year of the gloves and the pigtails. The year of the emo obsessedness. The year Carly and I met our sexy tree. The year the Francis drama started. I think. The year I met Aydin. The year I actually managed to get Emma smiling on camera!

With the sexy tree!

We got up to some weird shenanigans in year 10 media. We watched Freedom Writers in that class. Good movie, Freedom Writers. It made me buy the book. Anyway, after watching Freedom Writers, we were given an assignment. It was to make a trailer for a fake film about a teacher/class/school turning some students’ lives around. And of course, I felt the need to put to use my really bad acting talents, and fake-die on camera. So we revolved our trailer around my character getting stabbed (with a pen) by Carly’s character, and everyone bonding after the funeral. Most of our time was spent with me figuring out how to fall without putting my arms out to stop myself. Eventually, all we managed to get filmed was my death scene. Then we just filmed the bloopers. Our bloopers pretty much involved a giant conversation we had on the basketball courts while putting off returning to class. The conversation mainly consisted of the crush I had on Aydin, but didn’t want anyone knowing about. Which meant that it was basically me going nuts on camera. When we finally got around to putting the footage on the computer, I got all confused when footage I didn’t remember filming came up on the screen. Until someone told me that it was just the live feed from what the camera was seeing at that exact moment. *Shakes head at self.* Too bad we never saved that footage…

Carly 3000 - The Robot of Tomorrow!

Carly appears to have pushed Tyler hard enough for his head to fall off O_O

But anyway, we had some weird, pointless assignments in that class. Taking photos with straight lines… Taking photos using bizarre quarter rules… Making a photo look like a Polaroid… Making something pop out of a photo… Photoshopping already-photoshopped photos… Putting an image in the letters of our names… Taking photos from strange angles… Making an ad for something… And for some reason, like 80% of these assignments resulted in photos with either me or Carly posing like emos… Although my ad was for a Robot Carly, which wasn’t emo. And for some other reason, there’s a photo of me running. Which is weird, since that is something I do not do often. The rest of the photos are just of us acting all sexy towards another person or random object. Like a puddle. Mirror. Pole. The sexy tree.

Tyler apparently bullying me in a fake Polaroid...

me being all emo

Yes, year 10 media was quite weird. But fun. Fun because it was weird. Well, more because we didn’t really have to do anything. But still. I miss year 10 media. It was all watching movies and avoiding class. Although I suppose I could just do that now anyway. It’s not like anyone takes attendance at lectures anyway.

My Chemical Romance in my name