a day in my life

In place of an essay, you get this blog post

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Tue, 15 May 2012 03:46:00 +0000

I've noticed something, guys.

The only time I really consider writing anything on here is when I'm actually supposed to be writing something else. In this case, that something else would be my Geography essay. Or my History essay. Both of which are due in the next week or so.

I am a very skilled procrastinator.

Because honestly, there is only so much you can read on either "Universal Primary Education" or "Maori/Pakeha Relationships Before 1840" before things start to get boring and your mind wanders off and you start thinking about the drawing of a dinosaur sitting on a box of dynamite that you drew on the tiles in your kitchen or the fact that you want pancakes for dinner and then everything just goes downhill from there.

I got my Maths test back today. I got 20 out of 20 and also about five requests for me to be people's maths tutor. I'm pretty sure that a fight was about to break out between my classmates. Now my shoulder is sore.

Man, I'm tired. I had double Maths and double History today and Amy has banned me from drinking V for an entire week. I really don't know how I'm going to survive the next five days. I'm probably going to end up dying. Or getting really, really bad withdrawal symptoms.

Anyways, I think I should actually go and work on something that will dramatically influence whether or not I pass my classes this semester.

How fun does that sound?
Emily-chan

Oh hey, blog.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 02 May 2012 05:16:00 +0000

WHAT IS THIS. What is this new Blogger? They have changed all the things.

Oh, hello. Didn't see you there. You probably didn't see me either because you're not really used to me being around that much anymore. I don't blame you. I haven't been around that much anymore. You shouldn't be prepared for this.

I don't even know what I'm talking about. I just got out of a two hour Geography lab and my mind has gone mush.

Does anyone want to write my essay on Universal Primary Education for me?

I can hear you all now. "No, Emily. We do not want to write your silly essay for you." I don't blame you for that either. It's pretty lame. I HATE WRITING THINGS. Hah. I'm on a blog right now, writing things. The irony.

When was the last time I was on here? I really don't remember. I could check, I suppose. But that would involve opening a new tab and then trying to work out all of the stupid things they did with this new layout. Change sucks. Just putting it out there.

Anywhoozle, how have you guys been? Good? Ah, that's good. I'm glad to hear it. I've been busy. And when I say busy, I mean busy. Then again, the Emily definition for "busy" is probably different to the normal other people definition of "busy". Details. I haven't done anything too exciting recently. It's been pretty monotonous around here, what with me basically stuck to my usual routine. Wake up, take shower, go to Uni, do Uni work, come home, do more Uni work, have Matthew come over, eat sugar, be silly, crash from sugar high, go to sleep. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

It's been good, I think. I like routines. I like knowing other people's routines too. Which is why on the timetable that I glued on the inside of my binder, I've highlighted other people's schedules as well as mine. Dave calls it my Stalker File. However, that doesn't stop him from texting me and asking what classroom his lectures are in.

I think I need to work out a better system of organizing my time for different projects. Because I've got like, two essays I have to be working on in the next few weeks as well as maths assignments and essays and watching Starcraft with Matthew and also Camp NaNoWriMo in June.

That's a lot of things. Too many things. I think we should make days be 37 1/2 hours long instead of 24. That would help me.

Tarryn's looking at me funny now. She's saying something about me having an intense concentration face. WHATEVER. This is the face I normally make when I'm writing things. It's just how my face is. Leave me alone.

I need to charge my camera. I wonder where I put my charger...

Once my camera is charged I'm going to take some pictures of our V bottle collection, and then I can put that on here as well as some other photos of places and things and people so you can look at them instead of having to read me rambling on about pretty much nothing of actual importance.

Well. I have to go alphabetize my Sopio cards because I'm weird and I like them in alphabetical order. And also maybe work on my History reading or something.

Goodbyes, peoples of the interwebs. I shall try to post again soon, even if I'm just showing you a gazillion pictures of things like pigeons or whatever else is on my camera.

Emily-chan

This is Owen

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 07:29:00 +0000

So officially O-Week has ended for me. And although 90% of the things I actually went to were things in the Science Department that I just followed Jamie on, I really enjoyed it. For the most part.

I'm not even sure what I should be writing here, but I feel as though I should at least say something because such a big change has happened in my life. It's like, I'm at University now (well, sort of) and even though that is still having a hard time computing in my head, it's still happening.

Oh. That's right. The other day was my eighteenth birthday. Which was extremely amusing not only because it took me ten minutes after I woke up to actually remember that I was technically a whole year older, but also because I found a road cone outside of my apartment door with a strip of danger tape wrapped around it in a bow with "Happy Birthday, Emily!" on it.

He was named Owen and appointed as official apartment watch cone for the day before we eventually took him back.

I can't really think of anything else to say here. Partly because I'm kind of getting sleepy, but also because there's so much floating around in my head right now I'm not even sure how to get it all out.

Well, anyways.
Emily-chan

I'm sick. And also packing.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 05:35:00 +0000

I've been sick recently. It kind of started on Friday night when I was feeling horrible and getting that achey feeling that you get behind your eyes when your immune system hasn't done an adequate job of well, immunising you to certain viruses. And then on Saturday I went out in the rainy weather which, in hindsight, was probably a little stupid but I was going to a party to keep Tarryn company and also there was free food.

Today though, was the worst. I woke up feeling rubbish, and then I got up and still felt rubbish, and then I nearly passed out in the kitchen so I just sat on the floor with a glass of juice (which is probably extremely unsanitary because I can't actually remember the last time someone cleaned the floor in the kitchen...) until I was able to stand back up and go pass out on my bed again.

I hate feeling sick.

In other news, my room is looking extremely empty. 90% of the things that are going with me are in boxes out in the living room and quite a lot of the things that aren't going with me are in boxes in my room.

It's still kind of insane to think that at exactly this time next week I'm going to be up in Auckland and my family won't be with me. I'll be all on my own (well, besides Tarryn. But we not related for realsies.) What will they do without me to keep them sane?

Hah. Funny sentence.

Anyways, I've been cleaning my room as much as possible because my mother said the words "anything you leave behind is fair game" and that actually kind of terrifies me a little bit. Knowing her, she'd do something drastic like throwing away my collection of cool looking beans (literally, cool beans) or something.

So that's it for now because I've still got a headache and I can't really be bothered typing anything else because it takes a lot of brainpower.

Like, this much.
Emily-chan

It is late and there are lots of big paragraphs in this

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 12:00:00 +0000

There are certain moments in time when I question the level of sanity I had when I decided to post a link to my email on the sidebar for my blog. Did that sentence make sense? It's 12:30 right now and I'm not actually sure if anything that makes sense in my head at the moment also makes sense outside of my head. Specifically when it's written down.

Anyways, back to the initial statement. Now, originally I set up said linked-to email for the specific purpose of being able to have a "blog email" that would allow people to contact me if they wanted while also not giving away my personal email for all the spambots that troll through Blogger in order to try and find new people to spam with their spamminess.

However, that seemed to backfire as I slowly but surely switched all of my accounts/contacts/people I give my email to over to said "blog email" because it was easier than trying to remember to check two emails and also I set up my other email when I was like, twelve and it seemed kind of... juvenile. I mean, really. Juvenile. I don't even think anyone calls me by the name in that email anymore.

I don't even think anyone originally called me by that name other than the girl who came up with it, a five year old kid, and me.

Yes, I went through a phase where I would put my completely non-relevant-to-my-real-name nickname on pretty much everything that called for my actual name including name tags and the occasional personal information form. Don't judge me.

I had a point for all of this. I promise. Just hang on a second while I try to remember it. Oh, right.

Anyways, what started off this whole post in the middle of the night when I would usually be doing things other than writing a blog post like maybe watching YouTube videos of nerds talking to cameras or, I don't know, sleeping was this: I got an email (one of the only ones I have ever received concerning my blog ever) from someone named some name that I cannot be bothered trying to remember right now asking me if I would talk about her super cool new blog post (and link to it, of course) on my blog because she's trying to increase her fan-base.

All I have to say to you, person I cannot remember the name of, is this: No.

Firstly, not only does your blog post (yes, I read it. Well, skimmed. Did I mention that it's now quarter to one in the morning? Yeah.) remind me of a really bad impersonation (can a thing that isn't a person be impersonated?) of one of those Facebook like pages that's like "23 Things To Do While On The Phone Ordering Pizza!" or "12 1/2 Ways To Get Your Mum To Ask If You Have Mental Health Problems!", but it also uses way too many big words in it. Ones that I get the feeling you don't really know the meaning of. It seems like all you did was type it out in Microsoft Word, right click every fifth word, go down to "synonyms" and then pick the word with the most syllables.

And secondly, I don't do blog promotions. Mostly because it really annoys me when the only reason people write blogs is because they want other people to like them and think they're cool and make them famous and give them money and also maybe mow their lawns for them. While I do (to a certain extent) write my blog for the enjoyment of those (now 30! Huzzah!) followers I have down there and whoever else might stumble across this thing, in my mind it will always be a place for me to just talk when there are too many words floating around my head or something cool happens or I feel like a good rant.

Also, there's a little bit of me that just really doesn't want to make this a place where I all I do is spam people with links to other things that I tell them they should look at because someone asked me to tell them to look at it.

So, unnamed email sender, I am sorry but I will not be posting a link to your new super cool blog post. 93% because of the above mentioned reasons, and 7% because your post was about telemarketers.

And I don't like talking on the phone.
Emily-chan

A picture story

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:55:00 +0000

Another post? What is this madness?

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:23:00 +0000

Good morning starshine, the earth says hello!

In other news, it was cold here yesterday. Like, legitimately cold. I had to go put on a sweater. This. Should. Not. Happen. It is summer, for heaven's sake. And I live in [insert name of town I live in here]! We don't normally get super cold days during summer. We're normally the ones who end up hiding from the sun because it's already too dang hot in the shade.

Onwards and upwards, I'm moving to Auckland in fifteen days. As in, two weeks from tomorrow. Of course, I still have a ton of things to do. Like pack. Am I doing them? No. Emily is sitting on her computer reading the super cool new chapter of Naruto that just got released this afternoon, thankyouverymuch.

Which is obviously helping. In some way. Maybe. Not at all.

I'm hungry, but I really don't know why because I've already eaten about three spaghetti sandwiches (don't look at me like that) and the only other thing in our refrigerator is this kind of weird looking quiche thing that our neighbour brought over earlier. The one that scares me. So I'm not too keen on eating it...

I'll let dad take care of that one. And if he dies, then mum will just have to drive me up to Auckland. No big deal.

Lalalala. I'm honestly just trying to think of something else to say on here so I can kill some more time and not do the things that I really should be doing at the moment. Ah, procrastination, I love you.

Oh well, nothing's coming to mind so I think I'm just going to go watch Dr. Phil or something instead.

S'laters gators,
Emily-chan

Talking about things

noreply@blogger.com (Emily-chan) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 08:00:00 +0000

Alright, let's just skip straight past the "This is so awkward, I haven't been on here in forever" thing and move on to the "Holy wow, I'm moving out of my house and going to Auckland for University in seventeen days" thing.

HOLY WOW, I'M MOVING OUT OF MY HOUSE AND GOING TO AUCKLAND FOR UNIVERSITY IN SEVENTEEN DAYS.

That still blows my mind.

I'm sure you have all been aware of the struggles I've been going through to get into University. I know I've been complaining about them enough. If you don't already know, I'll give you the Reader's Digest version. Because I'm homeschooled, the University of Auckland wasn't wanting to let me go straight into my Bachelor or Arts programme, and instead I had to go through a year-long bridging course first. Which meant that I needed to go up to Auckland on the 24th of last month to sit a test and have an interview to see if I would be offered a spot on said bridging course.

Now, just to put this in perspective, there were approximately 360 people sitting this test. The course had 100 open spots on it.

Of course, as you might have been able to gather, I did indeed make it into the course. Something which I got a official confirmation call about yesterday, and an official offer on the University website this morning. All of which means that I get to pack up my stuff and move up to Auckland in just over two weeks. Exciting. And slightly terrifying.

Another thing that has happened since I last spoke to you all is this: PARACHUTE. I don't even think I can do it justice with words. It was honestly one of the most awesome events I've ever been to. Way better than last year, just because of the lack of drama. The mosh pits were brilliant, and apart from nearly killing a guy named Mark nothing stressful happened at all. We were able to just chillax and enjoy everything.

I can't really say anything other than that, and I'm not really sure I have anything else to talk about.

So I'm just going to end this awkwardly now.
Emily-chan

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