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About this post:
I'll be adding to this every now and then.
Comments are disabled, but you're welcome to tell me anything you like elsewhere.
You can tell that I've updated because what I'm listening to will change! Yes, I really do have to be that obscure.
Also - I'm so very tempted to put my favourite pieces of MUSIC in here as well, but that's for a separate post. There's too much to say about each individual piece I love.
About this post:
I'll be adding to this every now and then.
Comments are disabled, but you're welcome to tell me anything you like elsewhere.
You can tell that I've updated because what I'm listening to will change! Yes, I really do have to be that obscure.
Also - I'm so very tempted to put my favourite pieces of MUSIC in here as well, but that's for a separate post. There's too much to say about each individual piece I love.
- Audibles:Astronaut: A Short History Of Nearly Nothing - Amanda Palmer
- Audibles:Random pieces of NGE soundtrack.
- State:
impressed - Place:Hame.
Picture related: It's a guy expressing his extreme disbelief at the fact that something startling has happened, this emotion emphasised by the accompanying rather racist caption.
- State:
accomplished, for once - Place:I am STARVING
*Emerges from Tumblr, shaken*
God, it's weird over there. It's probably the only place on the internet filled with so many horny women and girls and rehashed/evolved 4chan memes gone wrong.
I kind of like it though. It's only every so often that I come across too much of that stuff, because I follow so many queer and feminist blogs. Instead I'm bombarded with queer teen suicides and pro-life/Tea Party crap...hmm.
Anyway, I've come back here, my Tumblog was too orange. Not that I was gone in the first place, there are some things I can only say here.
So this morning I woke up at about 4:30 to finish an assignment, sat in bed doing it for a while, managed to finish a part of it before getting up for breakfast.
...
I have NO record of how much caffeine I should consume before it's too much, I'm just saying.
I know that if I eat nothing, then go to work and have two cups of coffee, my hands shake like crazy whilst I try to stuff envelopes and I sort of bounce up and down the hallway like an overgrown child. I strut into the Fundraising office and sneak up on Lea and AJ and giggle like an idiot.
But...I was at home.
And it was only one mug.
Ok...a big mug.
...And I topped it up once.
BUT I'D EATEN.
So I had this coffee and I sat down to write the rest of my assignment and I couldn't and I was jiggling everywhere and listening to music and singing obnoxiously and pestering the cat and BASICALLY I was just this little engine that was whirring all over the place but wasn't actually DOING anything and wasting all this energy that I'd drunk.
Eventually I threw myself out of my seat and down the stairs; I had to do something and I decided that this something would be getting dressed. (I was...wearing something by the way. Just to clarify.)
It was sunny outside. It was windy as well though. But it was sunny. ...And the wind was cold. BUT IT WAS SUNNY.
So obviously the best choice of clothing was a tank-top and a skirt and sandals. BECAUSE IT WAS SUNNY.
I threw on my newest top and a white and green floral silky skirt and my white ankle-boot-style-but-sandal sandal things.
The top looks like
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by the way. WIN. Only time my boobs are going to make it to the internet, definitely.
So I put these things on. And I ran out on the balcony and realised it was cold but didn't give a fuck and ran back inside and sat down again and wiggled in a caffeine-induced way some more. And I looked at my reflection in the oven door and realised my hair was flat and KNEW THAT ALL THESE THINGS WOULD COME BA
Eventually I thought I'd better go into school and hand in my essay so I did. I walked outside and was hit by a mothercunting Southerly by the time I'd gotten to the bottom of my drive but it was all ok because IT'S SUNNY GOD DAMN IT AND IT'S SUMMER
IT. IS. SUMMER.
I WILL MAKE IT BE SUMMER
MY SKIRT AND MY TANK TOP AND MY SANDALS D
And that's how I've ended up disheveled, unable to move from the NZSM Common Room because the wind blows up my skirt, way low after my caffeine high, feeling gross, hungry even though I've eaten a fuckload, and unhappy with my flat hair.
But it's ok because I'm gradually chipping away at all my assignments and I've made an appointment to have my hair cut for Friday which is really too long to wait but it will have to do.
God, it's weird over there. It's probably the only place on the internet filled with so many horny women and girls and rehashed/evolved 4chan memes gone wrong.
I kind of like it though. It's only every so often that I come across too much of that stuff, because I follow so many queer and feminist blogs. Instead I'm bombarded with queer teen suicides and pro-life/Tea Party crap...hmm.
Anyway, I've come back here, my Tumblog was too orange. Not that I was gone in the first place, there are some things I can only say here.
So this morning I woke up at about 4:30 to finish an assignment, sat in bed doing it for a while, managed to finish a part of it before getting up for breakfast.
...
I have NO record of how much caffeine I should consume before it's too much, I'm just saying.
I know that if I eat nothing, then go to work and have two cups of coffee, my hands shake like crazy whilst I try to stuff envelopes and I sort of bounce up and down the hallway like an overgrown child. I strut into the Fundraising office and sneak up on Lea and AJ and giggle like an idiot.
But...I was at home.
And it was only one mug.
Ok...a big mug.
...And I topped it up once.
BUT I'D EATEN.
So I had this coffee and I sat down to write the rest of my assignment and I couldn't and I was jiggling everywhere and listening to music and singing obnoxiously and pestering the cat and BASICALLY I was just this little engine that was whirring all over the place but wasn't actually DOING anything and wasting all this energy that I'd drunk.
Eventually I threw myself out of my seat and down the stairs; I had to do something and I decided that this something would be getting dressed. (I was...wearing something by the way. Just to clarify.)
It was sunny outside. It was windy as well though. But it was sunny. ...And the wind was cold. BUT IT WAS SUNNY.
So obviously the best choice of clothing was a tank-top and a skirt and sandals. BECAUSE IT WAS SUNNY.
I threw on my newest top and a white and green floral silky skirt and my white ankle-boot-style-but-sandal sandal things.
The top looks like
( thisCollapse )
by the way. WIN. Only time my boobs are going to make it to the internet, definitely.
So I put these things on. And I ran out on the balcony and realised it was cold but didn't give a fuck and ran back inside and sat down again and wiggled in a caffeine-induced way some more. And I looked at my reflection in the oven door and realised my hair was flat and KNEW THAT ALL THESE THINGS WOULD COME BA
Eventually I thought I'd better go into school and hand in my essay so I did. I walked outside and was hit by a mothercunting Southerly by the time I'd gotten to the bottom of my drive but it was all ok because IT'S SUNNY GOD DAMN IT AND IT'S SUMMER
IT. IS. SUMMER.
I WILL MAKE IT BE SUMMER
MY SKIRT AND MY TANK TOP AND MY SANDALS D
And that's how I've ended up disheveled, unable to move from the NZSM Common Room because the wind blows up my skirt, way low after my caffeine high, feeling gross, hungry even though I've eaten a fuckload, and unhappy with my flat hair.
But it's ok because I'm gradually chipping away at all my assignments and I've made an appointment to have my hair cut for Friday which is really too long to wait but it will have to do.
- Audibles:Radiohead
- State:
hungry - Place:NZSM Common Room.
I want to be free of this.
Anyone out there got any decent binding tips? Either that or - Sarita, we just swap boobs for a while, ok?
I quit Barbershop. I need not dread Monday evenings any longer.
Want to take my place, Sarita?
Want to take my place, Sarita?
- Place:FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOMMMM
- Audibles:Dad complaining about cabbage
- State: satisfied
- Raaaaaaaaiiiin!!!
- I'm in the Women's Room at uni, and I just notice that someone left a note on Caitlin's body image campaign saying:
"I WANT to be 'fat' so that when some guy is sexist or 'rude' I can hit him with all the power of my weight behind me."
Yep...that's basically made my day so far.
- I added one about Amanda Fucking Palmer and her awesomeness and how she flaunts he body even though she's not 'skinny' or has the traditionally attractive female body-type. She makes me feel so much better about myself. She makes me want to PUT ON weight! She is so gorge.
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- I bought myself about 8 new pairs of socks yesterday. 8 new pairs of EXTREMELY PRETTY SOCKS. One pair has TREBLE CLEFS on them, another has sparkly purple stripes, another is kind of leopard-print; also KNEE HIGHS - one purple tartan and another black and white stripes. OM NOM NOM, SO AWESOME.
I think I scared Emily with my franticness over socks.
We also tried clothes shopping but it failed so horribly because suddenly everything in the reasonably priced women's clothes stores have turned frilly to an extremely ugly extent, either that or they're floral in some strange attempt to look vintage but failing. There was nothing really in the second-hand stores either. Pretty disappointing overall.
Plus I was hungry, so I think the combination of hunger pains, Supre and frills drove me temporarily insane. And scared Emily.
I knew there was a reason why I DON'T go into Supre. It seems that every item of clothing in there which doesn't make me cringe with the horrificness of the design, and is at least quarter-of-the-way decent, is placed strategically underneath a speaker so that I'm buffeted back by the gratuitous amounts of bass resonating off the club music which they play in there for some reason.
So basically yesterday's shopping trip was...trippy. It was just surreal. In a very bad way.
But still...SOCKS!
- I just randomly took pictures of my face in profile which strangely enough reassured me about my nose. I'm suspicious though, because every time someone else takes a photo of me, and especially when that photo is put on Facebook, my nose suddenly becomes bigger and more hooked. I'm very self conscious about that. But today it looked straight and not that bad.
I don't trust it.
- My 'e' + acute accent shortcut isn't working. >:|
- I was walking from Northland to uni the other day and I randomly began thinking about what I'd do if I had an intersex child. I don't know if there are any particular 'risks' to a child's health if you don't decide upon an intersex child's gender following birth, but I assume that there are not any, and that the procedure is only there for the parents' comfort. Because, oh my God, it's so embarrassing for us to not know our child's gender. And it's so harmful to our sensibilities. And we've got to decide on one of those little niches, quick!
No fucking way. A parent is in no way entitled to decide what the child's gender is - it's up to the child which way to end up leaning, if at all. Because eventually the child will end up bumping into this concept of 'boy, girl', 'male, female' which have social constructs built up around them. The child will end up conscious of it, and wonder where to fit in. Even if the child does end up conforming to the gender binary in that case, that conformity is the child's choice.
- Yeah, um, transphobia. Basically: this article. The article is badly written itself, but the comments...just...don't even go there. DON'T read them. I'm serious. I was triggered so badly by them that I couldn't sleep.
Probably amplified by the fact that Emily told me about a recent unpleasant experience yesterday. I won't say anything more, since she probably doesn't want news of it spreading too far. But yeah, I'm pissed off.
Just...people's discomfort having impact on the wrong person. I'm sick and tired of it. This world needs seriously education. (EDIT: LOL WAT. "This world needs seriously education". Something really Engrish happened just there.)
I think it should start during childhood, personally, but it's also an important part of sex education.
- Speaking of education, I never identified with anything discussed in sex education classes/workshops at school because little of it had anything to do with my reality. It hacks me off that all we discussed in terms of female reproductive/sexual health is periods, pregnancy/childbirth, and PENIS IN VAGINA SEX LOL. Because, you know, that's the BE ALL AND END ALL of female sexuality. Hold on, I still don't know how the fuck I should pleasure myself. Explain to me again what's important about this tab a in slot b shit? I take it that's what sex is, that's what it is, and I don't like it. Don't mind me while I go and take a roundabout trip to different locations on the gender/sexuality spectrum, using up years and years of emotional energy, as I try to figure out an identity that keeps me as FAR AWAY FROM A COCK AS POSSIBLE. Or you could just, you know, explain human sexuality in a bit more depth. That may save me the hike. Kthnxbai.
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- Hi Moa. Your journal is empty. Put something there. <3
- I'm in the Women's Room at uni, and I just notice that someone left a note on Caitlin's body image campaign saying:
"I WANT to be 'fat' so that when some guy is sexist or 'rude' I can hit him with all the power of my weight behind me."
Yep...that's basically made my day so far.
- I added one about Amanda Fucking Palmer and her awesomeness and how she flaunts he body even though she's not 'skinny' or has the traditionally attractive female body-type. She makes me feel so much better about myself. She makes me want to PUT ON weight! She is so gorge.
( Piccies!Collapse )
- I bought myself about 8 new pairs of socks yesterday. 8 new pairs of EXTREMELY PRETTY SOCKS. One pair has TREBLE CLEFS on them, another has sparkly purple stripes, another is kind of leopard-print; also KNEE HIGHS - one purple tartan and another black and white stripes. OM NOM NOM, SO AWESOME.
I think I scared Emily with my franticness over socks.
We also tried clothes shopping but it failed so horribly because suddenly everything in the reasonably priced women's clothes stores have turned frilly to an extremely ugly extent, either that or they're floral in some strange attempt to look vintage but failing. There was nothing really in the second-hand stores either. Pretty disappointing overall.
Plus I was hungry, so I think the combination of hunger pains, Supre and frills drove me temporarily insane. And scared Emily.
I knew there was a reason why I DON'T go into Supre. It seems that every item of clothing in there which doesn't make me cringe with the horrificness of the design, and is at least quarter-of-the-way decent, is placed strategically underneath a speaker so that I'm buffeted back by the gratuitous amounts of bass resonating off the club music which they play in there for some reason.
So basically yesterday's shopping trip was...trippy. It was just surreal. In a very bad way.
But still...SOCKS!
- I just randomly took pictures of my face in profile which strangely enough reassured me about my nose. I'm suspicious though, because every time someone else takes a photo of me, and especially when that photo is put on Facebook, my nose suddenly becomes bigger and more hooked. I'm very self conscious about that. But today it looked straight and not that bad.
I don't trust it.
- My 'e' + acute accent shortcut isn't working. >:|
- I was walking from Northland to uni the other day and I randomly began thinking about what I'd do if I had an intersex child. I don't know if there are any particular 'risks' to a child's health if you don't decide upon an intersex child's gender following birth, but I assume that there are not any, and that the procedure is only there for the parents' comfort. Because, oh my God, it's so embarrassing for us to not know our child's gender. And it's so harmful to our sensibilities. And we've got to decide on one of those little niches, quick!
No fucking way. A parent is in no way entitled to decide what the child's gender is - it's up to the child which way to end up leaning, if at all. Because eventually the child will end up bumping into this concept of 'boy, girl', 'male, female' which have social constructs built up around them. The child will end up conscious of it, and wonder where to fit in. Even if the child does end up conforming to the gender binary in that case, that conformity is the child's choice.
- Yeah, um, transphobia. Basically: this article. The article is badly written itself, but the comments...just...don't even go there. DON'T read them. I'm serious. I was triggered so badly by them that I couldn't sleep.
Probably amplified by the fact that Emily told me about a recent unpleasant experience yesterday. I won't say anything more, since she probably doesn't want news of it spreading too far. But yeah, I'm pissed off.
Just...people's discomfort having impact on the wrong person. I'm sick and tired of it. This world needs seriously education. (EDIT: LOL WAT. "This world needs seriously education". Something really Engrish happened just there.)
I think it should start during childhood, personally, but it's also an important part of sex education.
- Speaking of education, I never identified with anything discussed in sex education classes/workshops at school because little of it had anything to do with my reality. It hacks me off that all we discussed in terms of female reproductive/sexual health is periods, pregnancy/childbirth, and PENIS IN VAGINA SEX LOL. Because, you know, that's the BE ALL AND END ALL of female sexuality. Hold on, I still don't know how the fuck I should pleasure myself. Explain to me again what's important about this tab a in slot b shit? I take it that's what sex is, that's what it is, and I don't like it. Don't mind me while I go and take a roundabout trip to different locations on the gender/sexuality spectrum, using up years and years of emotional energy, as I try to figure out an identity that keeps me as FAR AWAY FROM A COCK AS POSSIBLE. Or you could just, you know, explain human sexuality in a bit more depth. That may save me the hike. Kthnxbai.
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- Hi Moa. Your journal is empty. Put something there. <3
- Place:Women's Room, SUB
- Audibles:Riot of Spring - Stravinsky. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM~
- State: hungry
I create wonderful scenarios within my mind.
There is an entire universe in there.
But keeping it hidden does nothing for the world.
I happened to be a bit late to gamelan tonight and as a result I've missed out on doing a performance in September that I was really looking forward to.
So yeah.
I'm upset.
These sort of things are what keep me going.
EDIT: New icon! S! In commemoration of this event!
Unfortunately I forget the name of the person who made the icon.
Also the name of the wonderfully perverse little doujin it comes from.
Whenever I try to find a certain doujin in my files it seems to disappear. Hnnn.
Anyway...the only icons that seemed to survive were my QI ones ie. anything with Stephen Fry, the ecstatic banana, Shos the boss and, of course, Goose. I just wouldn't be me without that little guy.
Also, speaking of things to look forward to, I'd better be composing my arse off in time for the double deadline on August 27th, for both composer competition entries and submissions for the NZ String Quartet workshop. Yikes!
So yeah.
I'm upset.
These sort of things are what keep me going.
EDIT: New icon! S! In commemoration of this event!
Unfortunately I forget the name of the person who made the icon.
Also the name of the wonderfully perverse little doujin it comes from.
Whenever I try to find a certain doujin in my files it seems to disappear. Hnnn.
Anyway...the only icons that seemed to survive were my QI ones ie. anything with Stephen Fry, the ecstatic banana, Shos the boss and, of course, Goose. I just wouldn't be me without that little guy.
Also, speaking of things to look forward to, I'd better be composing my arse off in time for the double deadline on August 27th, for both composer competition entries and submissions for the NZ String Quartet workshop. Yikes!
- State:
sad - Audibles:Béla Bartók: Divertimento Pour Orchestre A Cordes - Finale
- Place:Home
Who the hell I am.
ablabsolute- Jorange 'Celestial Omelette' McFeminist
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