Wishlist

This post is less of a blog post, and more of a personal reminder, so that I will have some idea of what to tell people when they ask what I want for my birthday. So basically just ignore this.

• Camera with good zoom and video with sound – may buy one tomorrow though
• Ultimate Werewolf
• Betrayal: House on the Hill
• Pokemon Black/White (preferably white)
• Nerdy plushies, jewellery, badges, merchandise in general
• Band merchandise – System of a Down, Placebo, Kittie
• Wednesday 13 tee
• JB HiFi vouchers – what to tell people if all else fails
• Magic cards – another last resort
• Spellbox – anything from Spellbox is good if people can’t think of anything but still want to surprise me
• LOST – seasons 1-3
• LJ Smith – Vampire Diaries – The Return Vol. 1
• Virginia Andrews (VC Andrews) – Garden of Shadows, Black Cat, Child of Darkness
• Thomas Harris – Hannibal, Red Dragon
• Computer headset with microphone – but I think mum’s getting me this
• Scream 1-4 box set
• Magic the Gathering – wurms for my wurm deck
• Super Scribblenauts (DS)
• Christopher Paolini – Eragon, Inheritance
• Doctor Who
• Dollhouse comics 4+
• Death Note manga black edition VI+
• Charmed comics

I’m Like a Schoolgirl, Honestly…

So I haven’t posted in a while, and I realise that my last post was about how I like Tiernan. And that was what, 2 weeks ago? Well, since then, things happened. Well, Jess’s (yes, I am one of those people who adds an extra S after the apostrophe. No, I will not stop just because it is grammatically incorrect) party mainly. Tiernan asked me out. 🙂 I’m like a little schoolgirl, I get so excited. We’re now official! And no, I won’t post any details of anything, that has happened or ever does happen, on the internet.

You know how sometimes you can never be attracted to someone physically, and then all of a sudden you get feelings for them? Well, that wasn’t the case. Way back when I first went up to second floor, I found Tiernan pretty hot. I always thought he was the hottest second floorer (no offense anyone else, but it is fitting after all). He has long, dark, curly hair. I love his hair. 🙂 I even like his facial hair, which is really weird for me. And his eyes are green. At first I thought they were brown, but they’re actually green. And they have flowers in them. I like his clothes. Particularly his jackets. Although I’m not sure which one I prefer yet… And I don’t know if I’ve already mentioned his voice before or not, but it’s awesome too. And he says excellent! How awesome is that? People always seem to think it weird when I say excellent… 😦

Anyway, I’ll stop being crazy now. I should probably go off and teach myself a subject I still don’t know anything about, 2 weeks before the exam. That’s what, 24 lectures and 12 weeks of readings? Yeah, I’m sure to ace this…

Innocence, Attraction, and Second Floor

So apparently I come across like an innocent woman-child. That kinda baffles me. Actually, it probably shouldn’t, since I say the stupidest things at times, and never understand any ‘adult’ or ‘dirty’ references. Until like fifteen minutes later. But whatever. Apparently it’s quite shocking that the majority of my year 11/12 years consisted of having a boyfriend. And that I have… shall we say, ‘eaten sandwiches’ before. Maybe I should work on toning down this innocent facade before I attempt to snare a certain second-floorer. Which brings me to my next topic – attraction.

My taste in men appears to have changed significantly between high school and university. Back then I was all about the younger men. Yes, I was a cradle robber. Well, only by like a year, but still. Younger men. But now… Everyone’s freakin’ older than me! Like, a 21-year-old at the beginning of the year. A possibly 28-year-old very attractive wizard-like creature. And now – a really cute, really nice (yay!) guy with an amazing voice and (omgwtf) facial hair! That’s quite unusual for me… Liking guys with facial hair, that is. Well, I suppose. The guys I like/date always seem to have a token ‘thing’. That is, a characteristic that I wouldn’t normally be attracted to. Like, first there was light hair (and second too), and then there was a short guy, and now one with facial hair. Odd.

And finally, (almost) completely unrelated, is my last topic, second floor. I must be an official second-floorer now. Carrying around my MTG cards everywhere, going drafting, playing board games, having exciting conversations about said things, getting excited about the number 42 tram stop… Yes, I am a second-floorer. Well, at least the guy I have my eye on is also a second-floorer. Makes for alright conversation starters.

Soundwave Dilemma

Ah, Soundwave. The greatest music festival in existence. Well, known to me, anyway. I went in 2010, and it was flipping awesome. AFI, Paramore, HIM… I didn’t actually see Placebo (who were also there), as I was waiting for Paramore at that time, but I did hear them, and that’s how I got into them. But ANYWAY. Soundwave is awesome. I was looking at the line-up last week, and saw Murderdolls there. I know right! Murderdolls! I was so excited. But then I realised I was looking at last year’s line-up. 😦 But THEN (well, today) I found out part of the actual confirmed line-up for next year. And it is already so much better than last year’s anyway! System of a Down, Slipknot, Marilyn Manson, Limp Bizkit, the Used… Oh my God!!! I really, really, REALLY have to go. In that list of 5 bands, 3 of them are the very bands that got me into good music at the age of 10! The first 3, in case you were wondering. The others were Kittie and KoRn. So yes, I absolutely have to go. But- but- but Tara will be a teacher next year! And Melbourne’s having it on a goddamn Friday again! Goddammit. I am trying to help her get her priorities in order, so she can come. Or at least manipulate her school into having a day off on March 2. And I want to go with Tara. It’s our thing. I really want to go, but I really want to go with Tara. But I still really want to go even if she doesn’t go. But she was so excited too. And we did find out about Soundwave before she’s even found out anything about a job yet. I really hope we can go!

Solution:
We’re going to Brisbane! They’ve got it on a Saturday! Woohoo!

When I Am Drunk…

• I dance! You can tell how much I’ve been drinking by the height of my arms as I dance.
• I get confused easily. Well, more easily than usual, anyway. If someone tricks me about their name… Grrr… I will then ask everyone else if they are sure that’s what their name is, once they have introduced themselves.
• I sleep on people’s breasts.
• I do odd and slightly inappropriate things. Such as touch my best friend’s boyfriend’s tummy…
• I make weird conversation.
• I talk a lot.
• I get wicked screaming skills. Well, I hope I do anyway. I hope it’s not just like Ted in How I Met Your Mother with the drunk beatboxing… But hey! Tara confirmed my scary man voice! So ‘sall good 🙂
• I sing opera.

Medieval Dreams (Dreams of the Past)

Imagine living in a different time. The past, the future… You might choose to live in the 60’s, with the swingers, and the stoners, and the weird clothes. Or perhaps the year 5000, when hopefully someone might finally have gotten around to inventing flying cars.

Or maybe, just maybe, you’re like me, and would choose to live in the medieval era. I know if I was born there, I would be a dirty little peasant who didn’t get anything nice or fancy. But if I were a medieval noblewoman? Just think of the awesomeness! Sure, people sucked at medicine, and died when they were like 30, but there are still pluses! Just think of the beautiful dresses… Long, and elfin-like… And the stone castles… Sure, they may not be comfy or warm or have electricity or anything, but they sure do look nice. And the music. Ah, the music. Such pretty music they had in the medieval era. I can imagine nymphs dancing around a meadow with medieval music playing. I can imagine pagans celebrating the sabbats in the same field, with the same music. I can imagine some kind of medieval hippy guy, sitting on a rock or tree stump, playing the flute or harp, while those nymphs dance around him. *Sigh* If only the world was still so pretty.

Of course, that’s probably not what it was like at all. People wouldn’t all have been free-spirited music lovers, dancing around meadows and celebrating the sabbats. But it’s nice to imagine. I would like to have seen it.