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[26 Mar 2005|09:04pm] |
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Not particularly excitable at the moment. Probably due to the fact that there's currently nothing to be excitable about.
I made an origami parrot on Wednesday. That was the highlight of my week.
School holidays started yesterday. I have 9 days of holidays left. In which, I shall be doing the following things:
- Work
- Write two assignments
Oh, what a fun life I lead.
The past two Saturdays I have been trying to film footage for my movie. Although due to actors suddenly not being available, I have got no footage so far. Now it seems that i'm down one actor indefinitely, with no-one to turn to.
I only need two male actors in total. To most, this wouldn't be too hard a task, but for me? Well, trouble is that I don't know all that many people. And the ones that I do know I have either asked and they're unavailable, or they're completely unsuitable for the part.
This is only the beginning of my concerns. The rest, being the eventual outcomes of not having enough actors, derive from the idea that my film will thereby be shithouse - thus earning me a poor mark.
Additionally, lots of other aspects of my life are rather, may I say, unestablished at present. I would love to move to another country and never look back at my times already spent, however this is unfortunately not an option. Therefore, I will continue to complain until this scenario becomes more foreseeable.
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| Whole Lotta Tool References |
[27 Feb 2005|08:25am] |
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Yesterday was my 17th birthday. It was simple, but fun. Me and my friend Chris went to the city in the morning, and then came back and met up with our friend Liam for the afternoon/night.
Bought 2 CDs whilst in the city; Deep Purple "Who Do We Think We Are" and Guns & Roses "Appetite For Destruction".
Mmm, lovely.
Got birthday text messages off lots of wonderful people, and got lots of birthday hugs (and ice cream) off everyone at work.
Some people are really nice.
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| Boomshanka |
[22 Feb 2005|10:34pm] |
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Grade 12 pressing on quite nicely. I'm extremely busy with everything, though. So, unfortunately for me, it looks as if I'll be spending my birthday (this Saturday coming; the 26th) doing assignments.
My friend Chris wrote me a poem for my birthday; the funniest bloody poem I've heard in a long time. Perhaps I'll frame it.
A while ago I dropped my mobile in a glass of juice, and since then it would go rather slow sometimes. Well last weekend it finally died, so with my birthday money I bought a new phone. And the best part? My phone cover is paisley...
I'm thinking of calling my new phone Boomshanka. Perhaps Xavier, perhaps something 70s to go with the paisley.
If anyone's interested, the juice didn't get to my SIM card, so I've still got the same mobile number. And if you text me, the first few bars of Jethro Tull's "Aqualung" plays as my message tone...
Which brings me to my next point; I've got tickets to see Jethro Tull live in May. This makes me very, very happy.
Just to mention it; me and my boyfriend split up last week. It was bound to happen sooner or later; things weren't going well. But at the moment he's the last thing on my mind; I have the prospects of buying a new guitar amp (a Marshall... thankyou very much...), going to Jethro Tull (ahhhh, Ian Anderson...), my new swanky phone (complete with paisley cover and Led Zeppelin rigntone), my new film i'm writing (called "2X") (yes, like the DAAS song) (more about my film later), and all my school work and ice cream shop duties to think about. Although I'll say one thing about it; Is it better to have loved and to have lost than to never have loved at all? No, it isn't.
So ends another rare post on this bloody thing; so until we next meet (or indeed until next I write); "May the seed of your lion be fruitful in the belly of your woman." - Neil, The Young Ones.
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| Instant Dickhead; Just Add People! |
[24 Jan 2005|10:39pm] |
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Today was my first day of grade 12. And I did something embarrassing...
Me and my friend Naomi have been in the school debating team for the past 2 or 3 years now. And today was the day for the librarian (and debating coach) at our school to tell everyone about the team, and hopefully get people interested. Although she asked me and Naomi to do it instead, in hopes that the "students speaking to students" approach would get a better response. Well it got an interesting response, to say the least...
Once we got up there in front of all of grades 11 and 12, the utterly stupid idea of "use a bit of gusto" camp into my head, and before I could excuse the idea, I had already started doing it.
I started with a "If you think debating is for nerds, you are WRONG. You're WRONG! What are you?!" *points microphone towards the audience* "Wrong!" some of them yelled back to me. I continued "That’s right. You'd be WRONG! *pause, and listens to audience* No, you would not be right, to that person down the back. Don't be smart." (I had to force myself to stop at "smart" and not call the kid a smartarse in front of 400+ people).
Everything carried along that fashion from then on. I ended it with a “debating rules!”, and was astonished that people clapped at it. My friends were yelling stuff from where they were sitting, which covered up any silence, to which I am forever grateful.
Anyone interested is meeting next Tuesday at lunchtime. I guess then we'll see whether our little prep talk influenced anyone to join debating or not…
Epilogue
As a “welcome back” thing at school, they gave us a barbeque. Although don’t be fooled. This was not a random act of kindness by the school. I have worked out that the real reason they held a barbeque for us was to get rid of any of our school farm animals that had died due to neglect over the holidays.
Note to self: find someone who actually ate a sausage from the barbeque, and enquire about the taste and quality.
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| ... And Only One (Grand Jetty) |
[18 Jan 2005|12:15am] |
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I return from ballet-world. In one piece as well, which is nice. In fact, I had a pretty bloody good week.
And now, in dot-point form for easy reference, my recount of being stage crew for the show "Beauty and the Beast" at QPAC; the good and the bad.
Favourite Dancers
1. "Fancy-Pants". Don't know his real name, but he was dubbed "Fancy-Pants" (a la the kid in "School Of Rock") for obvious reasons.
2. "Candlestick"/"Pimp Daddy"/"Elvis". He had several nicknames. He gets #2 merely because he managed to score 3 nicknames from the crew at different points in time. That, and because he yelled out my name and waved to me at lunch at South Bank one day.
3. The girl who played "Belle" in the A cast. She danced very nicely.
4. One of the chorus girls, cause she asked for my autograph.
Favourite Things About the Show
1. The fake chicken and potatos falling on stage and being left there on 2 separate occasions, and then watching dancers discreetly trying to kick them off stage.
2. The "Ghostly Maiden"'s costume. Very pretty.
3. At interval, frolicking through all the smoke blasted onto stage in the last scene before the curtain comes down.
4. Watching the rose petals fall onto Belle and the Beast in the wedding scene.
5. Signing 3 programs for people in the "Meet the Cast" thing that happened after every show. A few times me and the crew boys went out to meet the audience as well, and strangely enough, people asked us to sign their programs, like all the dancers were doing. Our shirts clearly said "Crew" on them, not "Cast", to which we did point out, but they didn't seem to care... Also on this point, something I liked about doing the show; the old lady who complimented us on our smooth scene changes...
6. The chandelier. Shiney.
7. The squeaky bit of floor, christened "Floorduck".
Things I Hated About the Show
1. The move that Candlestck/Pimp Daddy/Elvis did in his solo, where he did a sort of "I Dream Of Jeanie" head wobble.
2. The name "Ghostly Maidens"... so crap...
3. One particular dancer's boots which squeaked very loudly every time he moved. The guy himself was a huge prick as well, so bugger him.
4. A weird flapping movement that the Evil Fairy does. Silly choreography in that bit, if you ask me.
5. The torches on the bollards. Ever-lasting grief...
6. The outfit that Belle had to wear in the wedding scene. Not the wedding dress, the overcoat thing that she (thankfully) takes off before she starts dancing. With it on, she looked like a cross between a wooly mammoth and a cake.
Whilst working on "Beauty and the Beast", Corinne consumed 6 bottles of vanilla coke, ate 2 slices of cake and 4 pita-rolls, washed her crew shirt 7 times in 6 days, bought 9 train tickets, missed her train once, pleaded for her dad to drive her into the city because of aforementioned missed train once, walked out on stage during a blackout 35 times, met the audience twice and signed 4 items in total.
How pro...
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| Red Berries |
[09 Jan 2005|07:48pm] |
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Tomorrow I start work on a show at QPAC. "Beauty and the Beast" by the Queensland Ballet Theatre Company, or something like that. Starting tomorrow (Monday), going right through to Saturday. I'm just working as a stage-hand; but it's good experience, I guess.
So that means for the next week I will be tired (tomorrow for example, is an 8am-10pm day), uncontactable (whilst in the QPAC building, apparently mobile phones don't work. And days similar to 8am-10pm obviously means no time for the internet), and malnourished (working odd hours means frozen dinner paradise). But hey; it's a great opportunity, so i'm taking it and running.
So this is my farewell. But only for a little while. Soon i'll return with many witty, theatre anecdotes to please and delight you all with. 'Til next we meet, dear people of the internet, and as a matter of fact; 'til next we meet, dear computer of mine, adieu.
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| 2004; Did Well?.... |
[27 Dec 2004|09:41pm] |
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While I was on a roll, I thought I’d see how all my 2004 resolutions went. Don't expect the world; you sure as hell wont get it... *grins*
"To be kind, honest, giving and all that crap."
Have I been kind? Mostly... Have I been honest? Not entirely about certain things... Have I been giving? Not really... 1 out of 3 isn't bad....
"To learn how to play the whole song of Stairway To Heaven on the guitar."
Done! The solo is even up to speed with Jimmy Page.
"To actually win a game of Internet Backgammon."
Done! Several times, as well.
"To do well at school, and when it comes to exam time, I resolve to avoid yelling obscenities at anyone who comes within a 5 metre radius."
Yep... done! Got an A overall for every subject, including Maths B which I only got a B overall in last semester.
"To not get annoyed at people if they don't understand my artwork."
Generally done. I've only really showed everything I’ve done to one friend of mine, and she only said nice things about them.
"To make sure the average misplacement of guitar picks is greatly reduced."
I've kept a little box in my room with all my picks in it, and that's where they've stayed whilst not using them. Saved millions of them this way. And so simple, too...
"To at least try to stop being so goddamned paranoid."
Well naturally my paranoia has gotten the better of me on several occasions (every time I’ve entered into my LJ with anything unhappy as my little mood picture), but I think I’ve improved a little bit with it in comparison to last year.
"To do well in the musical I’m currently in, and to then audition for more musicals/plays throughout the year."
Did fine in the musical, and although I haven't auditioned to be in any more, I've done the lighting for heaps, and that’s something I enjoy just as much as acting, so i'm just as happy.
"To save up and buy a guitar case and amp for Sir Lancelot."
Not only does my guitar Sir Lancelot have a case and an amp, but he also has a nice green Epiphone Les Paul called Atticus to compete with...
"To keep the memory of Kurt Cobain alive."
*Waves Nirvana flag....*
"To use up the 100 page art-paper book I got for Christmas."
Grade 11 was more demanding of my time than I had expected. Filled up a fair few, but not the whole 100 as I would have liked.
"That myself and Caitlyn (aka. CombJelly) finish writing our musical, edit our first CD, and hopefully end up writing a few more songs to put on a second album."
Didn't get around to all this stuff, no. Have worked on a few things here and there together, but didn't do half as much work as was hoped to have done.
"To work at being better at my arts."
I think I’ve done that. Gotten heaps heaps heaps better at the guitar. Got top of drama. All going fine.
"To enter Raw Comedy."
My tastes have since changed since I wrote this. I don't really want to do anything with Raw Comedy at the moment, I’ve decided to go more down the music side of things, as opposed to comedy.
"To write next year's resolutions in January, and certainly not at 1:30 in the fucking morning."
I'll see what I can do...
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| How Can You Have Any Pudding If You Don't Eat Your Meat?!! |
[27 Dec 2004|09:02pm] |
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Just a quickish post to update on everything.
My Christmas was pretty ordinary, to be perfectly honest. But ordinary in a good way, because all it was was a quiet lunch and dinner with the parents and 3 of the grandparents. So it was "ordinary" in the sense that there was a distinct lack of lion tamers, monkeys or acrobatic dwarves. It was just a nice and plain Christmas, filled with many rounds of the card game "Uno", and my winning $17 on a scratchie.
Before Christmas, my holidays have been generally good thus far. Lots of working to ensure that the good people of Brisbane don’t go without ice cream delights for more than a few minutes. Have gone on little outings with friends pretty much constantly throughout the 4 or so weeks that we've had off already, so between this and work I’ve been kept nicely occupied indeed. AND, shock horror, I have a boyfriend now. As of last week, I'm going out with a guy called Anton; a friend of mine from school, so all that's going great.
Back in July I may have mentioned about a show I did the lighting for; it was a little community group of people probably aged 50+ who dance and sing. It was their end of year concert, and was hilarious. Me and Paul the sound guy are currently speculating how a group of people could possibly be that happy without the aid of hallucinogenics.
Haven't don’t much in aid of my "learn every Led Zeppelin song on guitar" quest. I've been more busy learning other stuff, as well as the song I should be learning. But i'll get there eventually.
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| Ledded |
[13 Dec 2004|09:50pm] |
It is my task, as long as it may take me, to learn to play every Led Zeppelin song on the guitar fluently. I can already play about 10 songs in their entirity, so I have a head-start. To ensure I learn them all, i'll start with learning everything off their first album, and continue through their other 8 studio-recorded albums. Because i'm a bored prat, my progress will forever be updated in this post. Wish me luck. Or don't; depending on whether you like Led Zeppelin or not.
"Led Zeppelin I"; Album #1
Track 1: "Good Times, Bad Times" (Status: Learnt main riff, Learning solo)(I've been busy, have hardly looked at the piece yet, but all is going alright)
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| Get Horizontal |
[29 Nov 2004|12:59am] |
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School camp has been and gone. Thank god.
The food was undoubtedly questionable. The breakfast I ate on the last day made me feel horrible and unable to eat anything else until the safe, healthy, hygienic dinner I ate that night at home for dinner. The meat in the middle of the hotdogs were a nice shade of purple. Mauve or possibly even lavender, if you will. The chicken used for Thursday night's dinner turned into the night's entertainment, as myself and others battled each other with the uneaten poultry, stuck to the ends of our forks.
The cabins were dodgy at best. My cabin, previously nicknamed the "Love Shack", had a good reason for its name; being that the beds squeaked loudly every time the person on the top bunk moved in the slightest. On the wall were places where we suspect an air conditioner was once situated. Alongside this, there was a fitting on the roof that should of held a smoke alarm. That says that they knew my school were coming, and that it was best to let us die of heat, and ultimately burn if a fire were to come about.
The activities... well... they sucked badly. I participated in most things, but some were just too bollocks for words, so I decided to sit them out. It was the usual 'rock climbing', 'flying fox', and 'build a raft using raw materials and then float down the river on it' deal during the day. One of the night time activities was a games night. One of the games involved getting dressed up in garbage bags and parading down infront of the grade wearing them. I volunteered to parade for our group's garbage bag designs, and I can admit that I went a little over the top with my parading. Enough said.
On the 2nd day I got a tick. Probably from going for a walk in the bush earlier that day with a friend of mine. Made my whole cabin paranoid that they'd get ticks aswell. It was great.
Its late, i'm on holidays, and i'm going to bed.
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| Spite |
[04 Nov 2004|12:59am] |
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This is the last you'll hear from me. Well, for a while anyway. The next few weeks are going to be a cruel mix of joy and misery, followed by an absolution which will very quickly turn into a shocking realisation.
The Shakespeare shows that i'm lighting are on next week. Devastatingly enough for me, next week marks the beginning of my block exams. Which means I'll be attempting to light 2 shows a night, whilst also miraculously being able to study for several exams.
I've got things on my mind. But I just need to learn.
I need to learn that everything is as it seems, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I need to learn that when something gets to me, it's not really all that important; regardless if it actually is or not.
I need to learn that solitude will get easier to live with over time.
I need to learn that the bird flies away from the nest eventually.
I need to learn that I can't entrap birds in my nest forever.
I need to learn that some people will do anything to get what they want, no matter who they tread on in the process.
I need to learn that I should really be happy for people when I say I am.
I need to learn that moving countries won't solve anything in the longrun.
I need to learn how to let things go.
I have to go on school camp in a few weeks. I might see you there. I'll be the one with a plastic bag tied over my head, floating down the river.
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| Waiting For Zoso |
[27 Oct 2004|10:13pm] |
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Tonight I've played the guitar the best I've ever played in my life. I don't know why, I don't know how, but all the tricky shit that I usually struggle along with turned out near-perfect tonight. I wasn't even trying; it just flowed. This is a good feeling. I hope it lasts.
I had originally been fearing this day, and although some misfortunes tied in with a Wednesday are unavoidable, I'm feeling pretty good at the moment. I'm fearing tomorrow; the aftermath of today. Because it came back for a few happy moments, but now I think it's slowly going again. I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but I'm sure as hell not about to tell everyone with an internet access my problems.
And now onto something completely different.
Went shopping with Levi on Tuesday and bought shoes and earrings for the ball. (I don't think i've mentioned the ball before. My friend's in the Junior Council of the shire, and they have a formal occasion thing at the end of each year, and they get to invite people. And i'm going.) My dress is gothic-style (light blue with black mesh over the top, so it looks a dark blue/black colour when worn). got it from an OP shop for $45. The original owner probably paid $100+. Also whist shopping, I bought Led Zeppelin III, and How The West Was Won. Words cannot express how brilliant Zeppelin are live...
PRESENTATION NIGHT (Aka. My only time to gloat)
I got an Academic Excellence certificate and medal. I also got top-of-subject for Drama and Legal Studies. From talking to my teachers, I found out that I got 2nd for top-of-subject of Film and Television, and 3rd for Theatre. I'm really happy with all of this.
Principal's speech went for 19 minutes, 6 seconds. 3 minutes shorter than last year. Please let this trend continue.
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| Seven To Eleven |
[18 Oct 2004|10:55pm] |
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Cut my hair. Dyed it purple. Dye didn't show up over the black, once again. Just thought I’d mention that.
Edited the soap opera today. The footage is kind of dodgy, but after I just sat with it for a while and fine-tuned shots and made everything more believable things were looking up. Next production is a art piece using the 4 elements; air, earth, fire and water. I have ideas...
Last weekend was pretty full-on. Friday was a friend's 18th party. Free booze. The unfortunate part is that some people thought it best to go swimming in the guy's pool whist drunk. I was waiting for someone to dive in and just never surface...
Saturday was me and Kate roaming the city, and Saturday night was Gud. Got Mick to pretend to be a sea cucumber, and got a photo of the two of us as mooses. By the way; what is the plural of "moose"? Mooses? Or possibly even just "moose" again? I guess I'll never know. Well, unless I go and look it up.
And it's happening again. Every time I think it's over for good it just starts back up again. I try not to let it bother me, but I just can't help it. It's not my fault, is it? Of course it is. It's always my fault. It's happened so many times before. So why do I get the feeling that this time it's for good?
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| The D.C Project; Latter Days |
[12 Oct 2004|10:24pm] |
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There were only 4 measurings.
(M1) 11pm Sunday (Initial/Before submerged in water)
(M2) 11:30am Monday
(M3) 1:30pm Monday
(M4) 6:20pm Monday
There was also an unrecorded check on the specimen at 1am approx. Monday morning. This will be known as (M1.5). At this stage, all specimen were distinctly larger in size than the previous recording (the initial/dry recording)
N.B. The specimens have been split up individually, to allow a more concentrated analysis. Records have been written in the style 10mm x 20mm, which would indicate that the specimen was 10mm in height by 20mm in width at that stage. I think you will find the sour worm results especially interesting.
Fnord's Progress (Clear Gummi Bear)
(M1) = 20mm x 13mm
(M2) = 12mm x 8mm (reduced 8mm x 5mm)
(M3) = 11mm x 6mm (reduced by a further 1mm x 2mm)
(M4) = gone
Ya-Yo Gakk's Progress (Red Gummi Bear)
(M1) = 22mm x 15mm
(M2) = 16mm x 15mm (reduced 6mm x 0mm)
(M3) = 10mm x 5mm (reduced by a further 6mm x 10mm)
(M4) = gone
Unit84160's Progress (Blue Gummi Bear)
(M1) = 23mm x 14mm
(M2) = 20mm x 12mm (reduced 3mm x 2mm)
(M3) = 13mm x 8mm (reduced by a further 7mm x 4mm)
(M4) = gone
Mr Moustache's Progress (Yellow/Pink Sour Worm)
(M1) = 54mm x 8mm
(M2) = 56mm x 12mm (increased 2mm x 4mm)
(M3) = 5mm x 5mm (reduced by 51mm x 7mm)
(M4) = gone
Zoso's Progress (Green/Orange Sour Worm)
(M1) = 51mm x 7mm
(M2) = 73mm x 16mm (increased 22mm x 9mm)
(M3) = 13mm x 7mm (reduced 60mm x 9mm)
(M4) = gone
Territorial Jeremy's Progress (Blue/Pink Sour Worm)
(M1) = 52mm x 7mm
(M2) = 84mm x 14mm (increased 32mm x 7mm)
(M3) = gone
(M4) = gone
I don't know how to work out percentages. There; I said it. I've been trying to figure out how to work out percentages for the past hour, but no, sorry; people like me can't grasp the concept. If I can ever gain that knowledge I’ll put up the percentages, but for now, bugger you all (in the nicest possible way).
Some general observations:
- by M2, the gummi bears had lost all of their bear-like features, and were merely colourful pellets sitting at the bottom of a Tupperware container.
- by M2, colour was starting to drain from the subjects. Mr Moustache's colour seemed to have drained the most by this stage, whereas Zoso and Territorial Jeremy's colour started turning a little cloudy.
- It's interesting to note that Territorial Jeremy; the one which grew the most, was also the first one to disappear completely.
- By M4, when all the subjects had disappeared, the water where the gummi bears had been was clear. However, the water Mr Moustache occupied turned red, Zoso's turned yellow and Territorial Jeremy's turned blue.
Summary:
Although not recorded, the Gummi bears did indeed swell up before shrinking. It was plain to see by the sour worms that they grew for longer, and grew to nearly double their original size. So that suggests that even though when these products are in all chomped up in your stomach, they would still grow as per the recorded fashion, as chomping them up doesn't alter the actual ingredients or properties of the lolly in any way. Research into if this is bad for you or not is someone else's problem. I've done my bit for science.
My next task: to think of a new project...
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| The Distended Confectionary Project |
[11 Oct 2004|01:01am] |
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I bestow to you, the good people of the internet:
THE DISTENDED CONFECTIONARY PROJECT
Background:
As you may or may not know, I work at an ice cream parlour. And at this humble shop we have various lollies and chocolates that can go into the ice cream; some of which are gummi bears and sour worms. Whilst doing ice cream parlour-type chores about the place, it has been noticed by myself and my fellow employees that when a lolly (more specifically, gummi bears and sour worms) gets submerged in water for a long time it will start to swell up and expand.
So what is "The Distended Confectionary Project"?
I wanted to see the prolonged effects of water and gummi bears/sour worms. I wanted to see how long they continue to expand at, and at what rate. I wanted to see if the expanding ever stopped. Thus, I have created The Distended Confectionary Project...
And how does "The Distended Confectionary Project" work?
In the name of science, upon leaving work tonight I took with me 3 gummi bears and 3 sour worms of varying colours. I recorded their initial dimensions, before submerging them in a container filled with water. I will continue recording their dimensions every day.
What does the word "Distended" mean?
Swollen or bloated.
I have taken the liberty of giving each of my test subjects (or more affectionately named "pets") names.
Clear Gummi Bear: Fnord
Red Gummi Bear: Ya-Yo Gakk
Blue Gummi Bear: Unit84160
Yellow/Pink Sour Worm: Mr Moustache
Green/Orange Sour Worm: Zoso
Blue/Pink Sour Worm: Territorial Jeremy
I won't bore you with figures of the initial "weigh-in", so to speak. However, I will start adding figures when things start to get interesting. They've only been in water for about an hour at the moment, so not much is happening as yet. As crazy and as useless as it sounds; I'm thinking of making a Distended Confectionary website... If I do, I'll get rid of this post and just supply the link of the website for your perusal.
NB. This whole project is merely for my own amusement.
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| Hooray For Raisins |
[02 Oct 2004|08:56pm] |
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If you don't like complaining, don't read this entry.
I'm currently in the middle of one of those "shocking realisation" times of my high-school life, whereupon the reality that i'm-screwed-for-after-grade-12 hits me in the face... Lets take a look now at everything I was thinking about doing when I leave school, and how I don't have a chance in hell...
Lighting designer/operator for a theatre company: There are just so few jobs available doing this it isn't funny. I don't stand a chance against people out there who not only can say "a blue beam of light would look good there", but also know something about the actual electric background behind it as well.
Anything in Film/TV: I'm good at it, but I’m not GREAT. And you need to be great to get anywhere in that business. And no matter how hard I try, I will never be great. It's as simple as that.
Guitarist: First off; I'm not in a band. Nor will I ever be in a band, because A) I don't know anyone who wants to start a band/needs a guitarist, and B) because no one wants a girl in their band. I have no chance; and although I'd like to think it's not true, it is. My second point being that although I can play the guitar, I can't write music on the guitar. I come up with a good chord progression or riff every now and then, but no where near as often as I would need to if I were to do it as a career.
Actress: Ok, this is just me being pathetic. I have no chance of becoming an actress whatsoever because as I stated before, I'm good, but I’m not GREAT. You need to be GREAT.
And that's it. I can't think of anything else I'd like to be doing. But obviously I'm going to have to find something, because there's a fine line between aspiring to do something you love, and being unreasonable as to what you're capable of.
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| The Mahjong Years |
[28 Sep 2004|01:17am] |
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Can't think of an interesting way to start this off, so i'm just going to type madly, with no consideration whatsoever going into sentence structure, spelling or the correct use of the semicolon.
Attempted to dye my hair "purple-brown". Due to months and months of previous black hair dye, hair stayed black as a result. However, you can see bits of red, brown and purple through it if you hold it in the light and squint. My blondish-brownish regrowth turned a cherry red, despite the box reading "purple-brown". But I don't care, cause the red's cool.
Other holiday activities have included:
Sleeping, working, jamming, sleeping again, being captured by friends and jamming within 20 minutes of waking up*, going to a party with shit music, teching, playing mahjong**, sleeping, Zeppelining***, subconsciously air-guitaring.
FOOTNOTES
* Never, ever, ever, as long as you live, never, ever have this text message conversation.
Person 1: Want to jam today? We have a car for transporting gear...
Person 2: Yeah, ok. But give me 15 minutes; I've only just woken up.
Person 1: Look out the window.
*Person 2 looks out window to see friends' car already pulled up in their driveway*
This sort of thing is just NOT COOL. Let a person wake up before kidnapping them and driving them to your abode, and then expecting them to play the guitar decently.
** Even after 87 rounds, you still can't win one game...
*** Invented term. Meaning to listen to Led Zeppelin albums loudly. Often results in spontaneous air-guitaring.
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| The Last Thing He'd Feel'd Be The Heat Of The Flames... |
[15 Sep 2004|08:39pm] |
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I did my english monologue today. From the play "Radiance"; my character was Mae. We had to pick a part in the play and write a monologue of what that person would be feeling at that point in time...
I got to scream, swear and cry infront of my english class. It was great. Whenever I forgot a line i'd just break down in tears for dramatic effect til I remembered my line again. Which suited the mood perfectly, seeing as my character was a drunken crazed 30-something lady on a beach in a wedding dress...
My monologue went 2 minutes over the maximum time allowed. But thats ok. I'm a scary drunk lady in a wedding dress; I can do whatever the hell I want.
Then afterwards at TAFE we made coffee. Even after 7 heaped spoonfulls of sugar and a third of the garnishing chocolate powder container, my creation still couldn't be saved. It tasted horrible. However probably due to the fact that I hate coffee. Give me tea anyday. But actually, come to think of it, it probably was my own fault that my coffee tasted horrible. Our teacher *did* explain how to use the coffee machine correctly, however i seemed to be more concerned with the bird capturing and eating a moth outside the window.
Filmed parts of our soapie on Monday. Will film rest tomorrow afternoon. Need to film train station scene again, cause the boom mic is dangling in nearly every shot... Now that's class...
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| Stage-Cry |
[09 Sep 2004|09:05pm] |
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Some friends of mine just got 3 of the 4 school captain positions for 2005. Which makes me think that I could have applied for it too. Although, these disillusioned thoughts of mine must be stoped. Why? I'll give you two reasons.
A) because they've already been picked,
and B) because there is no way in hell I’d be an adequate school captain anyway.
So just in case those sordid thoughts return, I have compiled a list of why I am benefiting from not going for school captain, that I can re-read at my leisure.
WHY CORINNE COULD NEVER HAVE BEEN SCHOOL CAPTAIN ANYWAY
- My hair is always untied, let alone being more often than not, of un-natural colours.
- I would have to go to the sports carnival/swimming carnival/cross-country day and at least appear enthusiastic.
- I would have to be nice to grade 8s. (This year's grade 8s shit me, let alone next year's).
- I swear too much. Not in front of teachers or anything, but socially I swear way too much. And if I were to be school captain I’d feel naughty if I were to continue swearing at my rate.
- I would be a horrible role model, mainly because of aforementioned reasons.
- I am currently planning on faking some form of ailment to get out of grade 12 camp. And if i were school captain, ailment or not, I’d be forced to go.
- As nerdy as it sounds, doing all those school-captainly duties would take time away from schoolwork and stuff.
- I own a Marilyn Manson CD.
- I don't want to have to speak at school functions, like ANZAC day, awards night and what-have-you. I don't want to speak at our graduation either. I'd probably cry mid-speech and endure sniggers from my peers the rest of the night.
- I wouldn't want to wear our school blazer very often. Wearing them at debating is enough, let alone at millions of functions. They're too big for me, and make me look like a politician.
- AND THE MAIN REASON: I've been saluting at the now-decided-upon captains and greeting them with an "ahoy!" (ie. captains of ships), and have been calling them "Kirk" and "Jean-Luc Picard" (ie. Star Trek captains). I'm yet to sing them Wiggles songs, in honour of Captain Feathersword. Their time will come.
My point being that dickheads like me would torment me with this sort of shit if I were school captain, so for my own sanity it's best that I stick to dishing out the captain jests, as opposed to being on the receiving end.
When I think of more (and I will) they shall be added to this list of woe. For if this list doesn't deter me, nothing will...
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| Else I Shall Hate You More |
[02 Sep 2004|08:38pm] |
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I have maths tests on Wednesday and Thursday. I'm trying to study, but it's difficult, and I havent played my guitars in THREE DAYS (!!!) due to busyness. But anyway...
People are weird. I know what I mean by that. You don't however. So "Ha" on you.
Zeppelin's "Lemon Song" is my favourite song of the week. It's brilliant. *They* are brilliant. But i've known that for quite a while now...
"Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg.
The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed..."
Oh, and by the way, I hate walking home from school. Today whilst walking home I got a rock in my shoe, didn't want to be a dick and stop on the side of the road and take it out, so I had to do the ever famous rock-in-shoe funny walk where you kinda hobble a bit cause the rock's happily found its way under that soft bit of your foot and there's nothing you can do about it. And yesterday whilst walking home past the primary school, some kid asked me if i'd marry his friend. They looked about 10 years old. That worries me.
Grade 11 is nearly over. That too worries me. One year to go. Thats it. I want my time over again.
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