a day in my life

Shortest post ever

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 10:09:00 +0000

You know it's summer holidays when you spend half an hour listening to THIS.

I really should get around to doing something productive. Tomorrow. Or, y'know, Friday.

Also, in fifty-one minutes, James will be turning thirteen. Even though I told him that he wasn't actually able to say that until the hour he was legitimately born on, but since no one in this house actually knows (or cares) when that was, we're just going with midnight.

Yeah.
Emily-chan

This doesn't contain a video. No, actually.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 02:11:00 +0000

Hello. I was actually thinking about making a video post for this instead of sitting down and spending time writing things, but then I realized I would still have to sit down and spend time doing something only then you people would have to see my face and listen to my voice.

Also, I'm pretty awkward talking to people and cameras didn't seem like they would be any... less awkward to talk to. Kudos to all you YouTubers out there. I think I would shoot myself in the foot if I tried to do what you guys do.

I'm not really sure what shooting myself in the foot would actually accomplish, but I'm sure it has some sort of relevance.

It's been really rainy the last few days. Which sucks. Because it hasn't cooled down at all, really. All the rain's done is add more moisture to the air, so now it's hot and muggy. Lucky. Which also means that Emily's hair has decided to get curly again.

So, yesterday we found out that there's something wrong with our hot water heater. I'm not actually sure what's wrong with it, but there is something off and that means that we can't take hot showers in our house. How do we cope with this? Well, obviously we wake up other members of our family early in the morning, boil the jug and make some warm water, and have them wash our hair in the kitchen sink.

That wasn't me who did that, just by the way. But I did get to be the person who washed the hair. I wonder if I could get that put in my job description.

After church, James, Derek, and I went to go grab some pizza before we cruised back to le place of residence and watched Johnny English. Honestly, that is one of the most brilliantly rubbish films I've ever seen. And I've seen quite a few rubbish films.

I don't really think there's any other news.

Oh. Right. This weekend, I'm heading down to Christchurch for 10 days to visit my mum and go to the manga shop down there and sleep on the floor and apparently get my nails done or something. Right after we fly back into Auckland, I get to sit my test to see if I'm allowed to be enrolled in the prep course the University of Auckland is being stupid about, and then almost straight after that I'm off to Parachute.

So essentially, when I leave on Friday I'm not going to be back in my city until February. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that.

Hopefully I'll be taking my laptop along with me (basically read that as "I'm going to be taking my laptop with me even if I have to beat the airport security guards over the head so they'll let me on the plane."), so I should be able to keep up with things at least until the... twenty-fourth? Around there, at least.

Because there is no way I am going to take my computer to Parachute with me. Like, for cereal. Just. Not. Happening. And anyway, the battery is rubbish so I'd have to hover around power points all the time if I actually wanted to use it at all. Not keen on that, really.

I'll try to post... I don't know, something before I leave. Perhaps, possibly. It could happen.

Don't hold your breath,
Emily-chan

I bought a shirt and some other stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 01:27:00 +0000

Hello. I haven't forgot about this, I promise. Okay, so maybe a little. But I'm here now aren't I? Wait, I'm not? What are you even talking about anymore, Emily?

I really have no idea.

Anyways, 2012 has started without too much excitement. There were fireworks, sure, but no end-of-the-world type things happening. Although I suppose that's not meant to happen until the end of the year. Is it supposed to be an all-of-a-sudden thing? Like in the movie (which was really awful, by the way. Justsayin'.), where just suddenly everything starts blowing up and the road falls to bits and we all have to fly airplanes through clouds of smoke? Or is it going to be a bit of a run-up-to-the-date deal? Where things start falling apart, but nothing too bad actually starts happening until December 21st?

Either way, I don't really think it's going to happen at all.

I've actually come up with a plan for this whole thing. I'm not going to buy anyone Christmas presents, because the world is meant to end four days before Christmas anyways. And then on the off-chance the world doesn't end (take that as: in the 99.9% chance that the world doesn't suddenly implode on itself), I'll just buy everyone some nice marbles.

Because they've obviously lost theirs.

That's made me think of the movie Hook now. Ahh.

So, I'm working a wedding tomorrow. I'm going to use my ninja skills to clear tables and just generally be a super cool person. Except I'll get paid for it. Neat. Of course, this meant that I had to go buy a plain white shirt because being the sort of person I am, almost all of my clothes are black.

What did Emily do? She went and bought a guy's shirt. Yes. I'm beginning to sense a bit of a theme here, really. Guy's shirt, jeans, falling apart shoes. By most girl's standards, it really is a shocking wardrobe. But those same girls also wear skirts and dresses, so I could really care less what they think about it.

I'm beginning to ramble now, so I think I should stop. Anyways, Happy New Year's and all that jazz.

Try not to die, cause that's not too fun.
Emily-chan

The day before the year the world ends

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 01:24:00 +0000

It's December 31st today, which seems a bit crazy. The year is almost finished, and then tomorrow it will be 2012 and we'll all spent the next four and a half weeks erasing "2011" every time we write the date because we're so used to that being the year.

Did that sentence make sense? Probably not. Eh, who cares.

Tonight, we're going to a 1970's themed New Year's party (me and James refused to dress up). I told my mum that it would definitely be interesting going into a new year dressed up like a colour-blind, style deficient person had chosen your wardrobe. I swear, if I had lived in the 1970's, I probably would have shot myself for the things that people were wearing.

Wait. That doesn't make sense. I would have shot myself if I had worn the things that people were wearing. There. That's better, and more grammatically correct.

It's been rainy the last couple days. Although, that doesn't mean that it's been cold. Actually, quite the opposite. It's been really muggy recently, and it's disgusting. Your skin feels sticky all the time and because of the humidity, my hair has decided to get really curly again. Which, of course, I'm thrilled about.

That was sarcasm, by the way. I know it doesn't translate well through the typed word. Someone should just make a smiley face that means you're being sarcastic, and you can use it whenever you're being sarcastic in chat and things. But... wouldn't that completely defeat the purpose of sarcasm? I know that I always try to be so good at sarcasm that people have to stop and figure out if I'm actually being serious or not.

I've gotten off topic. Was there ever really a topic for this?

New Year's.

James's birthday is soon. He's going to be turning thirteen. Officially a teenager. Heaven help us.

Also in January, we're going to be going down to Christchurch for about a week, I'm going to be sitting my test to see whether or not I'm smart enough to take this course at the University of Auckland, and I'll be going to Parachute. All of that happens in a span of a little over two weeks, by the way. Yes.

Anyways. I got asked the other day what my New Year's resolution is. To be quite honest, I have no idea. Isn't this normally where someone says "Oh, I'm going to give up smoking." or "I'm finally going to learn how to ride a bicycle." or something to that effect. But I don't smoke, and I already know how to ride a bicycle, so I'm not really sure what else there is for me to be resolution-y about.

How about this: "I'm going to continue being awesome."

Yes, let's just go with that.
Emily-chan

90% of this is about donkeys

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 08:28:00 +0000

It's Christmas Eve Eve today. Yes, I did mean to put the "eve" bit in there twice. Because if it was actually Christmas Eve right now, I wouldn't be on here, probably. I would be off doing something like... oh, I don't know. Opening a present? Yes, that sounds brilliant.

I wonder if the Donkey Service will have an actual donkey in it this year. We've been going to it for the last five years, and it's only had a donkey in it once. Something about it being pregnant or having a little baby donkey or something. Obviously Christmas Eve is right in the middle of some sort of donkey breeding schedule. What I want to know is this: if all of these people involved in this whole Donkey Service shindig know that most probably all of the female donkeys are going to be indisposed in the Christmas time of year, why don't they just organise to have a male donkey around for the play?

That's obviously the logical solution to this whole problem, and then I won't have to spend time explaining to people that when we say we're going to the Donkey Service on Christmas Eve, we're actually meaning that we're going to the Miniature Horse Service on Christmas Eve because there's never an actual donkey.

Or, they could just call it something else. Call it a Christmas Eve Service like all the other people out there in the world. Why does there have to be a donkey in the name if there isn't a donkey in the play?
This is obviously why I should be put in charge of things.

Actually, scratch that. I wouldn't want to be held liable for everything going wrong. I'd rather have that be someone else's fault because in that case, I can laugh at it without feeling guilty.

And yes, I do realize I've spent almost this entire post talking about donkeys. There isn't anything else to talk about, really.

There was another earthquake down in Christchurch, which effectively shut down the airport. So my mother, who was meant to be flying up this evening, won't be back until tomorrow morning. There's also been some major liquefaction and road cracking and other super things which mean that various automobiles have fallen into holes that they cannot get out of.

Did I mention, I'm going down to Christchurch at the end of January?

Yeah...
Emily-chan

Present Wrapping Wizard

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 02:55:00 +0000

As of today, I have finished buying and wrapping all of my Christmas presents. They are either under the tree, in a stocking, or sitting in a box on the table waiting to be taken to Tarryn's house.

Honestly, I think I'm the only person in my house at the moment who knows how to properly wrap presents. Both James as my dad had to work together to be able to wrap a box. It wasn't even a weird shaped box. It was a normal box. All square-ish and everything. One of the simplist things to wrap.

Anyways, I still can't believe that Christmas is only four days away. I think my body's dreading the 4 AM wake up call for Sunday, and so it's beginning to store up sleep now. I've been sleeping in late recently, and it's actually quite nice not having to wake up early. Or have someone walk into my room at eight in the morning because "that's sleeping in" and they have no respect for people's sleeping patterns.

I don't really have much to say, actually. Nothing too important has happened recently.

Oh. Well. There is one thing that I could tell you about, but seeing as there is the slight possibility that my father could read this post in the next three days I really can't risk it.

I'll tell you about it after Christmas though. I might even include pictures. Let me just say this: purple, sparkles, psychic.

You're all really looking forward to that now, aren't you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.
Emily-chan

Hello again. Yes, I'm back.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 04:31:00 +0000

I know I've already posted once today, but whatever. I want to write again. Leave me alone. Also, this is the first time in absolutely ages that I've posted twice in one day. Achievement.

So, last time I left you, my mother was singing me graduation songs, and I was still dreading giving a speech. Did I mention that in my last post? Well, if I didn't, I wasn't looking forward to having to give a speech. There. I said it.

Good news, I made it through the ceremony without passing out or throwing up or saying anything too stupid. Though I did end up crying, but that was mum's fault. And also, I got a Dr. Seuss book. Which I am apparently supposed to base all of my important life decisions on.

Yeah.

Also, guess what I'm posting this post off of.

Yes, that's right. My. Own. Laptop.

I haven't had my own computer in the longest time. It's so weird, not having to share a computer with a bunch of other people. Now I have to move all of my rubbish off of the other computers and onto this one.

Ugh. I think I need to clear off my flash drive for that one.

Well, anyways, that's all I really wanted to say, so.
Emily-chan

Yeah, I graduate today...

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 21:22:00 +0000

Help me.

My family has gone mad.

I woke up this morning, and as soon as I walked out of my room, my mother started singing Pomp and Circumstance. Which, for any of you who don't know what that is, it's the song they usually play at graduations.

Why would she be singing that?

Well, because my graduation ceremony is today. Hooray. Can't you tell I'm so excited for it? Yeah, not really. Mostly because I have to give a speech. Also partly because I look absolutely ridiculous in the cap and gown that I have to wear.

I'm just looking forward to all of this fuss being over. Honestly.

I'm hungry, so I'm off to go find some breakfast. Hopefully we have food in my house.
Emily-chan

First post from a high school graduate

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 23:58:00 +0000

And then, after much ado and stress and long hours, Emily was able to graduate high school. With a 4.0 GPA for her senior year, no less. On the actual day she was meant to finish. What a surprise.

On the other hand, her brother will be stuck doing school through the summer because he hadn't learned from all the different times that his sister had told him about getting behind in her schoolwork. And so the roles of the children were switched, and Emily was able to enjoy summer holidays beginning precisely when they were meant to, while James had to sit in the dining room doing maths lessons.

Last weekend, mum came back, and not only was I able to print off my paper from her laptop (because for some unknown reason, my dad's won't connect to the printer), but I was also able to upload all of the Christmas music that my iPod has previously been lacking.

Even though, as she so helpfully pointed out, all of the Christmas CDs that my mother owns are sitting in our living room bookshelf. It's just much easier to get the already iTunes compatible ones off of her computer, instead of spending time to load them onto dad's computer.

Also, after a lot of thinking, I've finally figured out what I'm going to get my father for Christmas. Now all I have to do is find something my mum wants that won't cost me hundreds of dollars, and then all of my Christmas shopping is done. Much earlier than last year, as well. Last year I was one of those people still trying to find presents three days before Christmas. Let me tell you, going shopping while everyone else who still needs to get presents goes shopping at the same shops as you are is not as fun as it sounds.

And it doesn't even sound that fun, so that should tell you something.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. The tree is up, the stockings are hung, and there is a penguin dressed up as a reindeer sitting on the desk.

Maybe this year, there will even be a real donkey in the donkey service on Christmas Eve.
Emily-chan

Jingle Bells, Batman Smells

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 08:34:00 +0000

It's heading into Christmas time! Advent chocolates are being eaten, Christmas music is being played (not in our house, but like, around town or whatever), and James is in the Christmas play tomorrow.

I've only ever been in a Christmas play once, and that was about three years ago. I was Shadrach who, if any of you are up on your Biblical references, is not actually anywhere near the Christmas story. I wore a towel on my head, sat in a box with two other people, and spoke two lines because the other people in the box were too chicken to say anything.

That is pretty much the extent of me being in "plays" for the holiday season. Which is why I'm quite excited about seeing James up there tomorrow morning. He's playing Joseph and was the first one to memorise his lines.

Granted, it would have been more impressive if he had more to say than "Me, too.", but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?

My dad's also getting pretty involved with this whole Christmas shindig going on in the morning. First, he put he bolts in the walls of the church to hang the curtain off of, then he actually went down and hung the curtain for them (well, actually, he made me and James go down with him and hold the curtain up for about twenty minutes while he stood on a ladder and twisted a bolt), and now he's being the Narrator for the story.

Although he claims he's not the Narrator, because that's not his title in the script.

He's the guy who's not really "in" the play, but is telling the story to the audience. That's pretty much the definition of Narrator, isn't it though?

Well, anyways, my camera is charging at the moment, and much to James's dismay, I'm all set to record everything for posterity. And mum. And Facebook...

The world.

Oh, and look. Facebook is up and working again. Which means I can stop writing absolute rubbish on here, and go check my messages.

That's brilliant.
Emily-chan

Preliminary Results

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 06:06:00 +0000

After weeks of research, I have finally compiled enough data to be able to come out with the preliminary results of the question that has been around since the dawn of time.

Who would win in a death battle? Darth Vader or the Terminator?

Out of the over one hundred individuals polled, here is what I've found:

66 people think that Darth Vader would win.

34 people think that the Terminator would win.

13 people think that they would win.

7 people think that My Little Pony would win.

6 people think that Chuck Norris would win.

3 people think my mother would win.

3 people think Voldemort would win.

2 people think a bagel would win.

And finally, Charlie Sheen, Harry Dresden, Postman Pat, Britney Spears, Nazis, Superman, Gandalf, Dr. Who, Dora, Barney, Spiderpig, and RaptorJesus all got one vote.

I have to say, I'm actually surprised by some of the results. Who knew that more than one person would vote for bagels? Why do so many people think that they have enough skills to beat not only a Sith lord, but also a super-killing machine? How do all of these people know how powerful my mother is?

Anyways, I found this poll entertaining.

Now I'll need to find something else to spend my time doing.
Emily-chan

Hello, Internet

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 09:14:00 +0000

My brother is singing Hey, Soul Sister in my ear right now. It's kind of awkward because he can't sing very well and also he doesn't know the lyrics. You know that show Don't Forget The Lyrics? Yeah, he would probably do really badly at that.

Anyways, second to last week of school before summer holidays. I've finished all my psychology homework and now all I've got left is a bit of Accounting and History, and also the last bits of my paper. And then I can never do school again!

Until February.

Also, Parachute is coming up! Exciting. It looks like there will be some relatively cool bands there this year, and I'm really looking forward to not having my frog backpack taken away from me by some crazy person. Although I guess I'll still have random people petting it while I'm in mosh pits, and standing in line for autographs, and walking through the village...

You know, people are really weird. It's like, when they see a frog backpack, they feel the need to pet it.

Even when they don't know you.

Especially when they don't know you.

Gah. I've got to go. Dad's getting grumpy at me and I'm tired and my bed seems like a pretty darn good idea at the moment.

Live long and prosper, readers.
Emily-chan

Lalalalala. Wombat.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 06:18:00 +0000

I am down to... ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY words left for my paper. I ended up pulling a late night last night, and I'll probably end up pulling one tonight too. And then it will be DONE. Well, for the most part. I still have to do final editing, and the bibliography and stuff, but I really have no problem with that sort of stuff.

Citations make my life worth living.

In other news, there's supposed to be a solar eclipse happening tomorrow morning. I will have to wake up early for it. This is probably the one time besides Christmas when I'm not too upset about having to wake up before an hour that begins with a two number integer.

Yeah, that sentence totally made sense.

I don't really have anything else to say, so...

Uh. Here.

Emily-chan

The Number 23

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 01:33:00 +0000

Have you seen that movie? It's got Jim Carrey in it. I know I'm a wuss when it comes to movies, but this one absolutely freaked me out.

It's about this guy who reads a book called The Number 23, and it talks about how the number 23 is linked to everything and blah, blah. Basically, the guy who wrote it is a nut job who killed some chick. And Jim's reading it going "Hey, man. This sounds crazy similar to my life. Dude, that's nuts.".

While he's reading it, he becomes increacingly paranoid about the number 23 and how it's showing up all over the place.

Eventually, he gets told that it was really him that wrote the book, and that he's a psycho who killed his girlfriend. He doesn't believe it though, so he goes to this hotel where he finds all these crazy scribbles on the walls that prove he actually was the person who wrote the book.

And then he tries to throw himself in front of a bus, but he doesn't.

And also, there's a dog named Ned who likes chilling out in graveyards.

After I finished watching it, I tried to connect the number 23 to things like my name and my birthday and stuff, but I realized that I'm not clinically insane and it becomes much more difficult under those circumstances.

One of the only times I've been glad I'm not crazy.
Emily-chan

A Letter to the Internet

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:15:00 +0000

Dear Internet,

You're very distracting. I mean, do you do that on purpose? Is this because you don't have that many friends? I know everyone says that they're a friend of the Internet. Well, unless they're old or Amish. But no one really seems to care about your needs, do they? They're all in this relationship for something. It's just cheap thrills.

That must hurt. Is that why you decide to entertain yourself by distracting nice people such as myself when I really should be working on my paper? Or... that other thing that I was supposed to do which I've completely forgotten about?

If so, that's a bit petty, isn't it? You should have known that getting involved with this many people at the same time could only lead to heartbreak. Haven't you ever watched a movie? Or the Bachelor? That chick Michelle is really a jerk, huh? I really have to thank you for that one, Internet. Letting me know that she doesn't win. That's one of the only things that helps me sleep well at night.

By the way. Note to self: Put Mr. Bean clock inside dresser drawer tonight. That ticking is really annoying.

So, anyways. I just came on to ask you if you would so kindly leave me alone for the rest of the week. Really, it'd be a big favour. Because I really do need to write this paper if I don't want to, you know, fail my senior year of high school. That would be kind of a bummer.

I'd probably end up working in McDonald's or something. Hey, I wonder if they have an employee discount there. That'd be pretty cool. Oh. But I'd actually have to work there... Maybe they'll let me do something like taste-test the food. I think I'd like that job. As long as they didn't make me eat anything weird. But last time I checked, McDonald's didn't serve anything creepy like frog's legs or caviar.

What was I talking about again?

Oh. Right. So, Internet, it'd be really super if you wouldn't distract me until Friday. Probably won't happen, but you never know until you ask, right? Right.

Sincerely,
Emily-chan

I was busy. Honestly.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:23:00 +0000

Oh, hi. This is awkward. I know we haven't talked recently, but I've meant to. I've just been really busy lately, you know. It's not you, it's me. I know that sounds cliche, but I need you to believe me.

Good grief. Between Polytech and real school and writing my paper and writing other things and emailing people at the University of Auckland and playing Family Feud on Facebook and reading books on bricks I've really had hardly any time to be able to write on here. I'm sure that this whole thing comes down to prioritizing, but that doesn't work too well in my life.

It's actually quite humorous how often I'm on here writing posts about how I'm sorry that I haven't been posting recently. I think that might be my way of coming up with something to write about without having to actually have something to write about. If you know what I mean.

You don't? Ah well. Can't win them all.

Tarryn's home. That's cool. It would be cooler if I had the time to hang out at her house more. It would be even cooler if our car was actually working and I could, you know, get to her house. But who am I to be complaining?

On the bright side, I still have all of my fingers. And a llama pipe. Which I have yet to figure out how to play. Unfortunate, really, because I'm almost positive that it would work pretty much equivalent to the Pied Piper and it's always been a dream of mine to have a bunch of rats follow me around. Children, too.

That would make moving so much easier. I just thought of that. Not that I plan on moving soon or anything.

Heaven's sake, this is so disjointed. Well, I should go. It's late, I'm tired, and I'm not really sure how long I'll be able to keep forming coherent sentences.

Me no speakie your English.
Emily-chan

Why, look who sat down and wrote a blog post

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 00:57:00 +0000

Hello, blog. How are you this fine Sunday? Wait. It is Sunday, right? Calendar... calendar...

I haven't been feeling too good since about 1:30 this morning. I still have no idea why because I haven't eaten anything weird recently, but nevertheless, there I was at quarter to two in the morning sitting in the bathroom throwing up.

That was probably too much information.

I spent yesterday afternoon making cookies. There seems to be this weird habit in my family of feeling the need to eat all cookie-ish products in the first day that they're made. Right now, I'm actually pretty sure that there's only like, two cookies left in the kitchen. I made 60.

Hey, that could possibly explain the throwing up. Hang on though. James ate way more than I did and he's perfectly fine.

Gah. I'm going to stop thinking about this.

So, I don't know if you've noticed this, but I haven't been around here much recently. Or maybe you haven't. I really can't blame you if that's the case. You might have a busy life. School or work or something. Filing catalogues. Husking squirrels. That sort of thing.

I've been busy too. Sort of. Thesis, schoolwork, learning about bacteria.

I'm taking a four day attachment course type thing at the Polytech and basically I get to sit in a hot room with half a dozen other students and learn about how bacteria grows and how it can kill unborn babies and at the end of it all, I get to make a sandwich to earn my grade.

Oh, boy, is it fun.

Mum doesn't get to come back for her first visit for another two weeks. Right now she's off in Rotorua or somewhere for some Toastmaster thing or something. I don't know if I've said this before, but Toastmasters has absolutely nothing to do with toast. At all. Which is disappointing.

Kind of like potholing has nothing to do with potholes. That was disappointing to find out too.

The weather's starting to get nicer. You don't have to turn your bed warmer all the way up to be comfortable at night anymore, which is a bonus. Also, I'm able to walk around the house barefoot for short amounts of time and I can still feel my feet for the most part.

It's been sunny, blue-sky kind of weather a lot more regularly and while I like not having various parts of my body become insensate while I'm eating breakfast, I'm totally dreading the day when I won't be able to wear jeans anymore.

What's worse, is that I know it'll be here soon.
Emily-chan

I'm going to pull a Mr. Bean soon

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 08:46:00 +0000

Life has been the slowest thing in the Universe lately. I'm pretty sure if you froze a jar of molasses it would still move slightly quicker than life right now.

Unfortunately, school holidays end tomorrow. And that's only because it's Labour Day tomorrow and people legally cannot make us attend school on Labour Day. Thank goodness. It means that I should somehow be able to recover from my lack of sleep last night.

The thing I don't understand is why I wasn't able to stay asleep last night. Other than the fact that some part somewhere in my mind I knew I had to get up early for Church this morning, and that same part of my mind knew that the alarm on my phone wouldn't actually go off when it needed to and so that horrible, horrible little part of my mind kept waking me up in routinely every twenty minutes, I assume to ensure that I would be able to get up in time to get to Church for music practice.

While I am grateful to my body for waking me up so I had the time to eat some toast before I left, I also resent it a little for feeling it was necessary to wake me up sixteen times before I needed to actually be conscious.

I'm about ten minutes away from going to go find some matchsticks to prop my eyelids open with.

I'm really not looking forward to school starting again. Is there any possible way to skip the next couple months and just get straight to the graduating part, which is when followed closely by the summer holidays part? Both of which are seeming incredibly amazing right now.

Hey, my hair just got stuck in my glasses. Which not only made it hard to push my fringe out of my eyes, it also effectively attached my glasses to my face. Does this sort of thing happen to anyone else other than me?

Huh. What a stupid question.
Emily-chan

I can't come up with anything clever for this title

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 06:23:00 +0000

Do you know what I've just realised? That I will probably most likely not make it through my classic reading list by the end of this year.

Reason 1) I have no time to read a bunch of books that are in no way, shape, or form connected to my thesis. Darn good reason, if I do say so myself. Reason 2) The library in town does not seem to own a copy of Pygmalion, Animal Farm, or most of the other books on my list. Also, Reason 3) There seems to be one, or possibly a group of people, in my town who is inexplicably obsessed with the book The Count of Monte Cristo and instead of buying the book has simply taken it out of the library and hasn't returned it for the seven and a half months I've been looking for it. Jerk.

School holidays are nearly over. Polytech starts again on Tuesday (Monday is Labour Day. I know.) and this term we'll be covering both food handling and massage.

I'm not looking forward to either of these classes because I don't like doing things with raw meat and I also don't like touching and/or rubbing any body part of any person who doesn't share some sort of familial relation to me. Both of which will probably be necessary for the passing of those classes.

Also, we'll be covering interview skills and I hate talking to people. I'm just relieved that all of these classes will most likely be taught and assessed in English so I don't have to sit for hours studying flash cards that say things in languages I don't really understand even though I'm supposed to be learning them.

Mum left last Sunday and so far I've been pleasantly surprised by the lack of giant mountainesque laundry piles floating around our house and the fact that we haven't run out of clean dishes yet.

Christmas still keeps getting closer, and it seems kind of sad that mum won't be here to help set up the Christmas tree and play Christmas-y music at all hours of the day for a month. Though it does mean that it'll be easier to hide her Christmas present from her. I wouldn't put it past her to snoop around my room. I mean, for James's last birthday I got woken up by a newly twelve-year-old boy looking for his present that was hidden under my bed. By my mother. I don't even know how it got under there.

Huh. So, dad's finished making dinner now and I'm hungry so I'm going to stop typing things on the computer and I'm going to get up and walk into the kitchen to get some food.

Pretty solid plan right there.
Emily-chan

The dreaded news cometh

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 03:58:00 +0000

I got an email from the University of Auckland today. I ended up sitting in front of the computer for almost ten minutes before I got up the courage to actually open the email. It could have contained one of two possible things.

One, it could have told me that I was accepted in spite of New Zealand universities being infuriatingly stubborn when it comes to accepting homeschooled students.

Or two, it could have told me that although I had sent them all of the information that they had requested of me (including all of my CAT5 test scores for the last four years along with my high school transcript), I wasn't given entrance into the University of Auckland.

Guess which one it was.

I'm sorry. I can't even formulate my thoughts properly enough right now to continue this post.

My mother is going to... fly the nest...

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 08:20:00 +0000

School holidays have officially begun. For the next two weeks I plan on doing pretty much nothing. Which would mean that I'm doing about the same thing that I've been doing for the last month or so, just without the school assignments.

I'm thankful for that, at least. Although I'll still have to work on my thesis. Ah. That sucks. I hate writing thesises. Thesises? Thesii? What is the plural of the word "thesis"?

I graduate in December, though I plan on finishing my school before that. It'll be the whole cap-n-gown affair with a diploma and people and everything. Today mum and I went out the the Museum of Technology to take my senior pictures. Some of them actually turned out quite well, actually, which surprised me. Normally I don't look that nice in photos.

There isn't that much of the school year left once we actually go back to school. I'm not sure how long the final term is, but it's pretty short. I think it's what? Five weeks? Six weeks? Something like that. It seems like ages, but once we get into it time will move amazingly quickly and before you know it I'll be looking forward to my sixtieth birthday and the wedding announcement of my adopted Polish child.

Okay, so maybe not that far.

It's just gotten really cold in this room, actually. I need to go find a jersey.

My mum's leaving in eight days. She's going down to Christchurch for six months on a bit of a work exchange thing. Except they aren't sending anyone here to take her place, she's just going down there. For six months.

She'll come back for my graduation and Christmas and James' birthday and fortnightly for weekends but it still seems crazy. It'll be the longest period of time she hasn't been at home. Well, that I can remember.

I think it's a bit unfair that she gets to go explore the South Island without me. They probably have heaps of cool stuff down there like churches and snow and wizards and I'm not going to be able to see it. Because I have no money and travelling usually requires money.

I should get a job over summer. I really should.

But I probably won't...
Emily-chan

Emily is a nerd. Now she looks like one.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:10:00 +0000

So. I got my new glasses. Oh, you didn't know I was getting new glasses? Huh. Because I thought I had mentioned it on here enough. Life has been slow. There isn't really that much going on at all, therefore leaving me with pretty much nothing to talk about on here other than reduced, reused, and recycled topics.

Anyways, this is what they look like:

Yes, I know they make me look like a nerd. You don't need to tell me.

Since I got them I've gotten an unimaginable amount of comments on them. Everything ranging from "Ahah. Nerd." to "Dude, those are old-school." and of course my favourite "...do those have lenses?"

No, no they don't. I just like walking around wearing glasses that have. No. Glass. Because I like doing pointless things. I also buy empty tubes of toothpaste and wear jeans with no pockets in them.

Today was exciting. Or at least there was an exciting bit. Well... not so much "exciting" as "slightly terrifying and adrenaline-rush causing".

I went to the store with my father and James instead of staying home and finishing my Accounting like I probably should have. That wasn't exciting though. The exciting part came along when we got home. Dad stopped to talk to the guy who lives next door while me and James headed inside.

As soon as I stepped in the door, I was met with a room of smoke. No joke. My house was filled with smoke. It took me about two seconds to assess the situation. Dad had left the stove burner on. On high. With a pan on it. For almost an hour.

I'm not sure if it was because of adrenaline or my latent ninja genes, but I was able to make it across the room to turn off the stove on an impressive .74 seconds while simultaneously scolding my father. He blames it on the electric burners.

I blame the fact that I always burn my house down in Sims on the genetics I got from him.
Emily-chan

We also don't mention that time he fell in a bucket

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:21:00 +0000

I'm sure Accounting has a purpose. Actually, I'm pretty dang sure it does. However, in the last eight months, I have yet to find out what that purpose is.

So far, this class has taught me how to put the same figures into about six different charts, journals, and ledgers, the importance of knowing how to copy example problems, and why you should work on your hand muscles.

I'm not sure why exactly I needed to take this class because most people now use computerized books to keep track of all of their finances, most of which do calculations and such for you, but seeing as the alternative was more Trig I opted for the easiest route.

Now, on a completely different topic, I passed my Māori assessment this morning. Thankfully, it was extremely simple and didn't require anything besides a basic greeting and some ordinary conversational sentences. Also thankfully, I was paired with someone who is actually rather good at speaking Māori and I was able to copy off her notes.

It's not cheating. My tutor told me I could.

This is the last week of school before holidays and I'm hoping I'll be able to finish everything off by Friday. It seemed like there was so much to do, but in all actuality, I've barely got anything left to finish. Well, barely anything that will take any real time to complete.

Everything else takes fake time. Yes.

James has decided to play through Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door again, probably to see if the twelfth time he tries it he might be able to beat the Shadow Queen. That said, he dislikes it when anyone points out that his mother was able to beat said Shadow Queen on her first go.

So we just don't mention it around him.
Emily-chan

Let's study cocaine

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 03:42:00 +0000

So... my hair is short again. I'm not quite sure whether or not I have a problem with that. I'll get back to you on that one. Perhaps I'll let you know when my hair grows back out again. It's back to being right around my shoulders, though my fringe is still rather long. Unfortunately, because of it's current length, it is curly again.

Which is stupid. It does things that I'm not even sure are physically possible. I don't think anyone could possibly re-create how my hair ends up just from blow-drying.

Moving on then. My new glasses should be in soon and I'm actually really looking forward to it. I'm not going to post a picture of what they look like, but I will post a picture of what they don't look like.

If you see me wearing glasses that look like this, I would like you to come and punch me in the face.

Uhm. What else.

The new season of Dr. Who is on television here. So, between Torchwood: Miracle Day, Dr. Who, and Masterchef USA I'm able to find something to watch on television most of the times that I'm on the television. Which has become less and less often as the year progresses and I find other things to do.

I've been researching for my year end thesis, which this year involves reading books about alcoholics, narcotics, and mental institutions. It's a really awesome wide-ranged topic to study, though I'll definitely have to narrow it down before I actually start writing. I can definitely tell that this is going to be another paper that will lead to the librarians looking at me like I'm a mentally unstable person for the next four and a half months.

The things I go through for my education.
Emily-chan

Yo no hablo español, francés, o el finés.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 03:53:00 +0000

I'm not good with languages.

I took Spanish for a year when I was six, and because of that I can count to fifteen and also say the colours "blue" and "green" and the words "thank you" and "you're welcome" but that may have more to do with watching Dora than studying the language.

I also took Latin for... seven months? When I was nine? I still don't know how to say anything in that language. I think I used to be able to say something that made sense while speaking a language that no country actually speaks in as their native tongue, but I have no idea what it might have been.

And then I took French for two years, and boy was that terrible. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against the language itself I just found it extremely difficult to teach myself to speak a language that enjoys attaching genders to inanimate objects. So the results of those two years of studying was my current ability to be able to ask a French for a kilo of strawberries.

I still haven't found a practical use for that one.

Which is why I was somewhat dubious about learning Te Reo. But I figured that if I had someone who actually knew the language teaching me, it wouldn't be too bad.

So far, I can have a somewhat conversation while only occasionally needing to consult my notes. I can also say a speech-type thing that makes it kind of sound like I'm fluent in the language. And I can count.

Fortunately, I'm almost done with my class. My assessment is next week and I will hopefully pass and be done with it. Which will once again cut short my learning of a new language. Not that I can complain too much.

Maybe languages just aren't my thing.

I should just stick to English.
Emily-chan