50% off your sadness

Rather mild nudity warning.

2010-11-05T06:56:16Z

That's all, really.

I finished all my assignments.

2010-10-28T11:12:32Z

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.

How a cup of coffee wrecked my day.

2010-10-19T02:52:08Z

*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

(Don't ask me why I appear to be smoking an imaginary cigarette)

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 BACK TO HAUNT ME WHEN THE CAFFEINE WORE OFF but not one fuck was given.

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 DECLARE THAT IT IS SUMMER DAMN YOU.

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.

...

2010-10-09T09:40:37Z

I want to be free of this.

Tits, please.

2010-09-12T08:31:52Z

Anyone out there got any decent binding tips? Either that or - Sarita, we just swap boobs for a while, ok?

Woop a woop

2010-09-06T07:39:17Z

I quit Barbershop. I need not dread Monday evenings any longer.

Want to take my place, Sarita?

CAPITAL LETTERS!

2010-09-02T00:04:35Z

- 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.

Neil Gaiman is just about the luckiest man in the world.

I also love this outfit of hers:

- 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

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2010-08-05T10:33:41Z

I create wonderful scenarios within my mind.

There is an entire universe in there.

But keeping it hidden does nothing for the world.

AAAWWWWWWW C'MON!

2010-08-04T09:15:25Z

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!

FMA + music = FMA OST ---> Jo convulses violently

2010-08-03T08:37:28Z

Can you kill me/tear my heart out/disrupt my breathing patterns for life ANY MORE THAN THIS?

NO. I THOUGHT NOT.

THANK YOU AND GOOD DAY. FUCKING FUCK.

Ummm...

2010-07-31T08:03:44Z

Fucking hell.

~~Please be troll?~~ Troll. Doesn't stop me from cringing though.
(But still, NSFW/anybody sane)

Moan-groan.

2010-07-30T11:27:33Z

I bought gum today and put it in my bag, and the smell of artificial blueberry has permeated everything in there. It's so bizarre.

Chewing gum makes me thirsty. I'd've thought it would have the opposite effect. I don't know if anyone else finds that?

Came home late tonight after going to a concert. Wasn't really in the mood for it, which made the student-composition that the orchestra performed even worse than it actually was for me. It was some sort of pseudo-improvisatory experimental piece which was supposedly a metaphor for the painfully overused idea that 'humans are destroying themselves'. Yeah...um...

I quickly got really bored of it - because honestly, nothing glued the piece together structurally and there were big gaping holes between sections, no real transitions at all and...well...it only really came together at the end of the piece but it had lost me long before then, unfortunately. And even then the melody sounded like something by Sibelius.

Then I was pissed off about what it all was supposed to 'represent' and stuff - it's just overdone. And weak.

Uh...I'm being a bit of a cunt here, better stop.

Wagner was nice though, mainly because of its brevity. His writing is great but it's really the length that usually gets me.

My mother's hair-drier died today. I went to dry my hair with it, flicked it on, and it went 'rrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrrr...' POOF. Gone. Died in a puff of smoke, quite literally. I've...never seen that happen to an electrical appliance before.

I don't know what she'll say about it (she was asleep when I got in) - it was pretty old. I'll probably get the 'THAT ______ IS OLDER THAN YOU ARE' line; not in an angry or accusing way, though. We have really old appliances/Tupperware/bedding that has lasted so long because it's just damn good quality. And when I misuse or nearly damage one of them I'm reminded that I should respect them as my seniors, pretty much.

Dear World.

2010-07-28T05:54:56Z

{()}

^
THIS IS NOT A VAGINA.

It's ~~two brackets within two brackets~~ called a VULVA.

Vagina == Birth canal.
Vagina =/= A term meaning 'outer female genitalia'.

Vulva == A term meaning 'outer female genitalia'.

No wonder you're still COMPLETELY CLUELESS/CONFUSED about female sexuality.
Now grow a clit* and get it right.

* You know, this thing here. --> {(')} (I'll tickle your apostrophe.)

Errr...?

2010-07-26T00:11:13Z

I was just heading to the downstairs bathroom at the music school when I bumped straight into a friend I hadn't seen for a few weeks at the top of the stairs.

Of course, our reaction when we saw each other was this:

Me: *points* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Him: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Best reaction to seeing another person ever.

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Oh, and I just stole this meme from postingwhore

RULES:
1. Hold breath.
2. Hold down the fullstop (.) button.
3. Unhold it when you have to breathe again.
4. GO!!!

I think my key repeat rate is on pretty fast, so this may not be a fair test...

But anyway, here goes.

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...Singer.

Fuck yah.

2010-07-25T10:37:20Z

Somehow, tonight, I managed to cook tuna pasta with a lemon/creamy sauce, plus added sauté mushrooms, successfully, whilst inebriated, without destroying my home.

You have to agree that that is quite incredible.

I mean, come on. This is me I'm talking about.

Whistle

2010-07-24T00:10:58Z

So this is fucking awesome:

So my Friday was pretty good. It took my mind off my coursework stress and left me feeling pretty successful.

Two hours of standing outside in the cold, collecting for Women's Refuge was not too nice on the legs, but it left me feeling great. Of course, because it's for a cause, but it was also wonderful to see people's extreme generosity.

The number of people who'll come up to you and stuff a $5 or $10 note into your bucket, without batting an eyelid, is amazing. Maybe it's because I'm...I don't know, on just about minimum wage...but I think that that sort of donation is insanely generous.

One woman gave a $50 note. My God.

And all I had to do was stand around with a pleasant expression on my face and give heartfelt thankyous. Yeah.

Plus I got free chocolate and a hot drink out of it, so yay!
...And it looks like the Saturday collectors get the nice weather. Phooey.

After that it was FRANTIC RUSHING to replenish the Women's Group cross-stitch supplies (which for some reason had gone missing), followed by me tearing my way up the hill, nearly killing myself in the process, in time for our Bitch 'n' Stitch.

Or in Sarita's case, Bitch 'n' Stitch 'n' Flail 'n' Whimper 'n' Give-To-Jo-To-Unknot.

<3 I was astounded that it all worked out.

I am well on the way to finishing mine already! I shall photograph it and SPREAD IT AROUND ZE INTERWEBS.

"In case you're wondering...yes. I'm talking to you."

2010-07-21T03:02:51Z

1. Metlink...Dudes...please, PLEASE, if you're going to train your drivers, don't put them on a bus route that needs to carry students to their classes on time.

Plus, most of us don't like standing around on the pavement for half an hour.

2. Guys with long hair.

Just...guys with long hair.
Thanks for sitting in the seat right in front of me.

My aesthetic attraction quota for the day pretty much blew over.
Five times.

3. Dear Processing...

Please start working for me. This language barrier is starting to hurt.

Note to self: processing.org is the site that I want. Www dot processing dot COM is a porn site.
According to Victoria University's IT Services.

4. To the poor lost soul posting frantically on fuckyeahaces in the early hours of the morning in order to avoid further oppression by insanely conservative religious parents -

I could have cried.

I hope these hard times pass by quickly for you. I hope that your parents will eventually understand and realise the harm that their naive attempts at 'loving you' really cause.

I wish that people could give you the support you need from...the other end of cyberspace.
All I could really say to someone is 'I hope'.
But I'll never really know. And have no fucking idea what I'm doing.

I hope everyone's ok out there. And looking after themselves.
I'm talking to you.

Face-desk

2010-07-20T01:26:09Z

ONE WEEK INTO THE TERM:

I'm gonna fail this Music Programming course.

Yeah.
This is totally what I mean when I say that I have ideas but...they don't happen...

Basically I'm a fucking moron.
I do NOT understand my lack of motivation/esteem. Sometimes I REALLY feel like I need professional help.
Except I have parents who insist that it's all in my own hands.

I haven't got a clue who to believe any more.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz~

2010-07-19T03:23:17Z

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggghhhhhh, why, why, why, why why why why whyyyyy am I so exhausted today?

There's no good reason!

Um...so I'm really not looking forward to trying to get my head around the shit for this programming assignment.

I'll see how I go...I may not go to barbershop tonight...(But I'll for some reason still make it to the Abortion group. Ehehe, yeah.)

EDIT: Didn't go to barbershop in the end.

So.

STUPID FUCKING VIDEO STREAMING SITES. Ok, so I've been trying to load the FMA Brotherhood episodes whilst at Uni so that I don't drink up all our bandwidth at home, except it takes about 2 hours to load a single episode in the day time due to everyone being online, it gets a bit better after 5 when people leave, but it's still bloody slow.

So, um...I loaded three episodes today basically over a period of 6 hours, which meant carrying around my laptop un-hibernated, which isn't so good for it but if I close it up the video stops loading, so I had it open all through the first Abortion Action Group meeting and stuff, not so ideal.

Anyway I just tried to play one of them but the Mega Video whatever the hell it is video player was frozen; I thought, "I know what it is, it's 'cause you don't like windows with other videos in them being open', 'cause that's happened before.

So I went and was an idiot and closed the tabs with the other two episodes loaded in them.

Then I checked my sidebar and discovered that it was because I had fucking Youtube videos in other browser windows. URGH!

I have so many miscellaneous tabs in miscellaneous browser windows open all at the same time, along with Sibelius scores, Lecture note pdf files, Word documents, my last.fm Scrobbler, etc...and the only reason I keep them open and minimise them is because I can't be bothered bookmarking pages, but later on I come back and CLOSE THEM ALL because I can't be bothered.

*Looks at tabs*

I mean, up there right now I have an article on Sex and Disabilities that's been there for about a WEEK, no kidding.

I really am completely asleep today.

Me: Ok! One surviving episode then. Play!
Episode: *Plays*
Me: Goo- WAIT. I should do this first...*hits pause*
Episode: *Won't pause*
Me: *Hits pause*
Episode: *Won't pause*
Me: *Hits pause*
Episode: *Won't pause*
Me: *Hits pause*
Episode: *Won't pause*
Me: *Hits pause*
Episode: *Won't pause*
Me: NAAAAAAAAAARGH.
Episode: *Pauses*
Me: Right.

LATER:

Me: Now...PLAY!
Episode: *Won't play. COMPLETELY frozen.*

...

Me: Fuckit.

*Closes tab*

In which I hold a world in the palm of my hand, build it a nest.

2010-07-16T11:22:14Z

I spent two hours today at work with some huge stacks of articles with anything about 'IHC', filtered out from various sources by media monitors. So...I had to filter through it myself, finding anything to do with a certain event.

As I skim-read through the various articles about people who suffer from lack of support, people who make the most of life working around their disabilities, people who give unconditional love and support to those with disabilities...I couldn't help but develop a scenario in my head.

I've wanted to volunteer for a while now. Volunteering for IHC involves telling the volunteering coordinators your interests and hobbies, and they then match you up with someone who has similar hobbies and interests. Basically, being a volunteer means making a valuable friend, and becoming a valuable friend of someone who has an intellectual disability. The idea warms my heart. I just don't know how good a friend I would make; I don't think it would work at the moment with all my classes. And I'm not sure how well it would pair up with the fact that I already have paid work at the IHC National Office.

When I was in 6th form (I was 16) at school, we organised the annual Christmas Party for the students at the Kimi Ora school down the road. The 6th formers do this every year. The Kimi Ora School is for children and young adults with physical disabilities, such as cerebral palsy, and I think intellectual disabilities as well. Each pair of us was assigned a student, and were told a couple of things he/she enjoyed a month or so before the party, so we could buy a small gift for them.

The girl I had to look after during the party, and buy a gift for, was called Miriam, 16 years old like myself. According to her carers, she enjoyed classical music and pretty accessories (something along those lines). I think I bought her some piano music by Debussy, and Kay got little hair-ties and things. I wrapped it up in attractive paper and neatly wrote a label.

Miriam was blind. Couldn't move, completely wheelchair bound. Couldn't speak. I unwrapped her gifts for her and brought them to her hands, so that she could maybe feel that they were there. I have no idea if she felt it at all. The music was evidence that she could hear her surroundings, at least. Or was it? How could anyone know, if she had no way of responding? The only response she could give when communicated with was her opening her mouth for food when I squeezed her hand.

All I could think of to help to connect her to what was going on was by speech. Singing to her, even. All I could do was hope that she felt some sensation from it, some recognition or joy, despite her not being able to show it. I felt pretty hopeless, not being able to use any skills other than my voice. Above all it was humbling.

Today, as I sat in the IHC office, I started to think about Music Therapy.
I don't really know what it involves. It's offered at the music school. I don't know if it involves any background in psychology or anything like that. I'm wondering if I could investigate combining elements of composition with music therapy, doing research on what it is about music that connects with people who have no other way of communicating how they feel. I'm not even necessarily talking about people who are as effected by physical or intellectual disabilities as Miriam.

I ultimately decided to study composition because it fulfills my own personal desire to learn about the inner workings of music, how it all clicks together, about musical technology.

But something about the person I am constantly draws me in to stand up and advocate for minorities, or those people pushed onto the backburner of society. Whether their sexual orientation makes a person part of a minority, or their place in the gender spectrum, or their cultural interests (music, literature, area of study), or especially something like an intellectual disability, I always manage to find them sooner or later and form a keen interest in what's going on, educate myself.

(It even happens in my compositions - I explore unpopular idioms and concepts, sometimes successfully and sometimes not. I mean, we have an entire music school full of clarinetists, string players, flautists...but what do I do? Write for the goddamn recorder, ecstatic about learning the techniques and fiddly little details, from a musician equally keen to share his knowledge.)

I...may well have found a way of combining my personal aspirations and my motivation to help and advocate for people who need it.

But I don't know yet. This needs a lot of thinking about.

...Well, the Women's Group Tea Party was a blast! We drank fruity teas, ate cupcakes and biscuits, and talked Feminism. Absolutely wonderful and a huge success. <3 Next week is Subversive Feminist Cross-Stitch. Basically, you stitch rude messages and words like 'cunt' and 'pussy' and 'fuck the patriarchy' onto canvases. Again, Friday at four in the Women's Room. You lovely locals should come along if you can. Because I love you.

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I'm actually not sure if I'll be able to make it...aha. Ha. I'm whoring myself out to the Women's Refuge for their Street Appeal for most of that afternoon, and then there's a free concert (local composers...YUM) at five that I waaaaaaaaant to gooooooooo toooooooooooo nnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggh. But yeah.

I saw The Illusionist (animated film by the creator of The Triplets Of Belleville) today with the parents (and...my friends. Even though they were about a mile away from me at the front of the theatre); it was very beautiful, more for its art and humour than its plot. It was bittersweet. Very much so.

As I was leaving the Embassy I bumped into Gareth - he mentioned how he thought that the performance on Wednesday had gone well, and somehow I ended up saying this:

"I hope that Chilean guy comes back to Bali Gamelan. He was cuuuuuuuuuuuute~"

Gareth was amused by this and said, "It's funny you should say that, because I mentioned to Jo (a different Jo in our group. There are two of us.) that I thought he was cute, and also that I had a feeling you thought he was cute as well."
"Aghhh, really?"
"Yeah, so we've been busted already!"

Damn! Foiled again!

Ah well, at least I'm not the only one who seemingly finds great charm in young, freckled-nosed Latin men who deftly play instruments shaped like spaceships. <3!

Lost: My real determination.

2010-07-15T11:21:11Z

I miss Fullmetal Alchemist. ;__;

Even though I'm watching Brotherhood right now. But yeah, I miss ~~lurking in~~ the fandom.

I miss 2006, when I tried to capture Edward's determination during everyday life*. Kind of. I tend not to find inspiration in fictional characters, but with this...

Hiromu Arakawa captures my heart. What an amazing woman. <3

* At some point a while ago I lost this.
It's not come back.

AH NOO.

2010-07-15T08:01:06Z

I know two people who share the same 'catchphrase'/habit of saying 'AHH NOO' (meaning 'oh no', but actually pronounced 'ahh noo').

The first is a fellow Sonic Art/Composition student, Rupert, who has a really weird and quirky sense of humour.

The second is my boss.

Today I was standing outside the Adam Concert Room waiting for a class to get out, talking to Rupert. I can't remember exactly what I said, but something prompted him to say 'ahh noo'. So I just had to tell him,

"You know, every time you say that, I create a direct link between you and my ruthlessly teasing, fun, hilarious, crazy lesbian boss. She say 'ahh noo' as well."

He thought this was hilarious.

So now I've doomed myself to be greeted by him with 'AAAAAAAAAAAHHH NOOOOOO" every time he sees me.

Later on:

Rupert: Give me that. *playfully snatches my baton off me*
Me: The fuck was that?

Rupert laughs. Infectiously.

Me: I don't know if your mother ever taught you this, Rupert, but THAT WAS RUDE. >:C
Rupert: AHH NOOOO!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaasjkdshdjsgfj!!!

Unrelated bonus content:

Flynn: Hey, my baton's different to yours.
Me: Well, they all come in different lengths and girths.
Flynn: Hurr hurr hurr, sex jokes.

...

"HURR HURR HUH HURR HURRRRR~"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

2010-07-14T03:02:04Z

Forgetting to write one of my class times on my timetable + being scatterbrained = Missing an entire hour of class, along with a whole bunch of information.

WELL FUCKING DONE, JO.

WELL FUCKING DONE.

Why so COLD, Women's Space?

2010-07-12T05:01:34Z

The first assignment I've been given this term for my electronic music course is to create an animation using code.

I think that most of you can agree with me when I say, "there's something seriously wrong with that statement".

It hurts my brain. The code, I mean.

Umm...anyone want to come to the NZSO with me on Saturday? It's Ross Harris (local composer) and Mahler, then Haydn's Cello Concerto no. 1, I think. Please? :<

Speh.

2010-07-11T02:11:43Z

'Sup guys. *Is nineteen, about a year late*

I just found nude photos of Igor Stravinsky. I didn't really want to, it's just what happened to turn up on the blog I was browsing.

...Umm...
FMA BROTHERHOOD = LOVE especially Episode 19 (Lust vs. Roy Mustang's burny-burn fire) but I'm only up to episode 23~
Hell, the storyline and character development is so much more convincing than the original anime. This is why I always loved the manga.

Ach...
I feel groggy.