The Real LOTR FOTR...according to Year 8s.

Aragorn: “OMG Elrond has such a boring voice!”
Gandalf: “That elf sitting behind me’s giving me funny looks…I hope he’s not getting ‘ideas’…”
Legolas: “…and then maybe I could get a perm and then a manicure…what! I’d look awful with a perm! Maybe I could dye it black…nah, I’d look like a Goth. Hey wait. I could be a Goth! Black clothes…no. Wouldn’t work on me…maybe I could suggest it to Gandalf. He really needs some fashion tips. Never Fear! Legolas is here!”
Boromir: “Stupid ring, stupid hobbits, stupid elf, stupid wizard, stupid wannabe king, stupid dwarf with stupid beard, stupid me, stupid Gondor…wait a second…Good Me! Good Gondor! Yeah! We Rule! What was I talking about?”
Sam: “I don’t like the way that Elrond is looking at Frodo. If he tries anything I’ll kill him.”
Frodo: “What have I done. WHAT HAVE I DONE! I should really drink less coffee. He He He, HA Ha Ha! Hee Hee Hee.”
Merry: “Frodo! What are you doing! Shut up, Elrond will hear you. Stop it. Hee Hee! I love coffee.”
Pippin: “ Am I the only sane one here who’s sane?!? Who’s providing all this coffee anyway?”
Gimli: BEARD! I think that I should shampoo my BEARD. My BEARD is so good. I love my BEARD! Maybe if I join this fellowship, others can admire my BEARD! Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Come on my BEARD! Let’s go!
Pippin whispers to Merry: I can read minds. I think we should stay away from Gimli. He’s crazy.

...Well that was a fine example of Year 8 humour, complete with original punctuation, and classic, well thought out lines such as “Am I the only sane one here who’s sane?!?”

Anyways, I think a group of us wrote it for Chantal’s goodbye book back in the midst of Lord of the Rings mania…and Orlando Bloom fever (note the length of Legolas’s entry :p) Ah well, just as well we all turned out so normal…

and cool.

Severe Lack of Montage

My revision timetable has been drawn up, and in accordance with an inherent need to narrate my life, complete with voice over and background music, I am now listening to “Under Pressure” (The original David Bowie and Queen version as The Computer has decided it will not cooperate with The Used and My Chemical Romance’s efforts…ah well). It’s just like living in a movie. Speaking of which, I could really do with one of those exam montages…where they have shots of the protagonist sitting at his/her desk, staring avidly down at their books, heartily scribbling away in a notebook, as the camera moves along and fades, and POW! They’re wearing different clothes because *shock* it’s a different day! It would certainly speed things up.

Anyways, on another kind of related note, tomorrow we embark upon what is our last week of actual schooling goodness, before plunging into SWOT Vac and then…that time after SWOT Vac. However, what better way to distract oneself than by having a good, old fashioned attack of massive pedantic-ness, which, on close inspection probably makes no logical sense, and is in fact, not relevant to anything ever.

Nonetheless…how would you define being in a particular year level? Does Year 12 begin on the first of January, and end on the 31st of December? Or, is it linked with the school terms, beginning when term one does? This being the case, when you are on holidays are you still in Year 12, as you are not physically at school, being in the generally accepted “Year 12 environment”? Probably, as you’re still doing work in that time. But then, we have to define work. Is it when you’re learning new stuff? Because then if so, does Year 12 end Friday next week, thus making “Year 12 Exams” actually “Random-In-Limbo-People Exams” as we will only be going over old stuff from that point onwards? Hmm…I’m rambled out.

Unable to think of an appropriate segue, I’ll just say it: randomly one night in the holidays there was a whole lot of shouting, revving and general loudness coming from outside. Upon peering out the windows, it was revealed that, having spent some quality yelling time at the building diagonally opposite from us, a man on a motorbike had taken it upon himself to pull along to the one side of the roundabout, put on his breaks, and simultaneously accelerate, the result of which being a massive cloud of whathadtobetoxic cloudness…what the?

So…to totally further confuse proceedings, my background music is now “Mr Blue Sky” by ELO…you just have to love songs that start with a brief weather report (that’s with the exception of “It’s Raining Men”, which leaves…just “Mr Blue Sky”)

Good luck everyone!

Shopping

Individuality hinges upon expressing yourself through means different to those of everyone else. However, it is impossible to do so entirely exclusively, as we all have to have some things in common with others, therefore, maybe individuality is merely a person’s unique combination of the people, things and influences in their surrounding environment.

...which is what makes shopping centres so fascinating. Stocked with identical item after identical item, so many people go to them, and then come away with random assortments of stuff. Yesterday was one such experience, in the almost futile quest for summer clothes (which I'll totally get to wear so much before exams...) Each shop has it's own image, or "fashion sense", which can have mixed results for different people. One store in particular seemed to have gone crazy with the "bubble" look. Bubble dresses do work sometimes, but it takes a very particular kind of body type to pull off the bubble top - otherwise it makes thin people look thicker, and everyone else look elaphantine (a word I discovered while trying to bulk out my Year 4 "Personal Spelling List"...)

Tops are getting longer and longer, so that they would be indistinguishable from dresses, but for the fact that that...nope, drawing a blank. That's not all for tops now though, becuase it seems that alongside the stripe invasion (which is actually kindof cool) comes STAR ATTACK! Not suggesting that it's bad or detrimental in anyway (yes, detrimental. As in it melts your skin or something if you choose to wear stars...) just interesting. Personally, I'm holding out for the day that everyone's wearing Dr Who tops...

The shopping experience itself is wildly varied for different people, or even for yourself depending on your age. Usually over life, shopping goes from: Interesting, frustrating, fun, boooooring, fun, terrifying, ESSENTIAL, boring, fun, shmeh...or something like that. Have to admit though, it's good that now I'm a bit older, to be able to walk past or *whispered* into the bra section of a shop and fight the residual 11-year-old-inner-self's overwhelming urge to flee.

Anyways, the random drawing at the top was a procrastination device where I was trying to sum up (in a somewhat weird way) what all the study this year feels like to me...sortof.

"The Night Watch" should be in a glass cabinet

Boiled Toast

Today I am absent minded. What is it about holidays and the sudden freedom from sporadic lack of bells and random mysterious common room smells that has the ability to turn one’s brain into mush?

I’ve said before (though in a rather vague and waffly way) that life is stranger than anything they could possibly get away with in a film. It’s odd to think that we’d have the need to suspend disbelief at all ever. Considering the stuff that we encounter in our day to day lives that sometimes are just so out there, fairies, 4-foot high “One Ring” wielders and scientifically-named-dogs-travelling-through-time-and-space-in-a-specially-adapted-Delorian seem fairly mild. (No exaggeration whatsoever… )

So what does this mean exactly? That the world actually is as it’s portrayed in the Matrix, that we’re all plugged into vats with computer programs beaming “real life” directly into our minds? Maybe there’s a tear in the fabric of reality that’s letting the absurd slowly trickle through? Or maybe it means that the combination of Year 12 and Holidays has brought out the extremely rare and unusual condition: Reverse Sleep Deprivation.

That’s right. After month after month of having less than the minimum amount of sleep required to keep an adequate grip on reality and sanity, the holidays have come about, and all of a sudden: 11 Hours! A Night! The problem (ooh, they’re playing “Rock the Casbah” on the radio now…you all really needed to know that) now is, we’d already adapted…maybe even evolved to be able to cope, and now it’s “being thrown for a loop” time.

Now it looks like I’ve broken into two, separate and yet equally confusing threads (wow, that sounded a bit Law and Order-y): “Life is weird” and “Help! I’m un-sleep deprived!” but they are linked somewhat. The symptoms of RSD (strangely similar to regular SD actually) include absent-mindedness, such as (in a totally general sense of course) going to the fridge to get eggs to boil, and coming away with a loaf of bread instead, random blurting…that’s my excuse anyway…and the tendency to accept strange occurrences as normality…such as the filming of Bollywood movies in the middle of Rundle Mall – which is what links the threads! (Though somewhat weakly and dubiously I’ll admit)

Anyways, again I’m getting (just wrote “gitting”…what an interesting concept. “To become increasingly more git-like”) convoluted (and also just had a brief typing interlude to answer the door buzzer, whereupon I dropped the receiver with loud, reverberating clunking noises and had to go downstairs in my HOT Phantom of the Opera t-shirt to collect a package for Mum) so I’ll stop and get back the homework...

Alphabetical Excerpt

It’s the holidays. That’s right, we have now officially embarked upon 14 fun-filled days of “holi” in which we can work, “work”, eat noodles for brunch and watch Casper.

After a dubious trip into the city where the following was overheard “quick! The cops are coming! Let’s split up!” whereupon the group continued walking together, normal except for their panicked voices (?!?)…I have nothing to follow that up with.

Anyways, this is just a brief post to say: a) Watch Casper – it is actually so good b) YAY!!! c) The song in the Jericho ad is called “Light Surrounding You” …maybe should have just read the thing at the bottom of the screen…and finally: Happy Birthday Richard!