mind games .

i just finished downloading brain age onto my nintendo ds (lite), and i’ve been playing it for the past hour or so.

the first time i played my brain age was said to be eighty. now considering that the idea brain age is twenty, you’d understand that i have a long way to go.

for some reason, the second time i played, i suddenly became twenty two. i bet all the eighty year olds in the world wish they could become twenty two just by playing a game.

i remember in year twelve when i used to have brain juice on my sony ericsson phone, and i would play the games during maths, beating and re-beating all the high scores.

tax time .

right outside my work there’s a poster of some guy strapped to a hospital bed with wires attached to his chest and arms around him everywhere. a small suction pipe is coming out of his mouth, and someone is shining a torch into his right eyeball. white pillows, white sheets, white latex gloves. he is obviously not very well.

in big bold font at the top it says “SOME COLD HARD FACTS ABOUT TAKING ECSTASY,” an obvious pun if you were to read the smaller print at lower down that tells you ecstacy cooks your body from the inside.

at the very bottom, in smaller font, it says “national drugs campaign. authorised by the australian government” with a federal logo in the right hand corner.

assembly .

did something amazing today! i built a set of drawers. the sense of accomplishment i’m feeling is rather breathtaking, actually. i’m extremely pleased with myself. now only six doors and two bookshelves to go. wowee.

it might not be a big deal for you; assembling a piece of furniture. but it’s a big deal to me. i’m a lazy city girl who’s hoobies are like, shopping. i’ve never assembled anything more than my shoe straps in my life. and a piece of furniture is a pretty big deal.

okay, so maybe it was from ikea. maybe it had instructions. maybe everything i needed was already in the box. but it doesn’t matter; it was all a bunch of painted wood and i put it together!

reloaded .

soundtrack: the sound of home // thoughts: about being right here, right now

i’m back! and god, does it feel weird.

a couple of things have changed; christmas decorations are everywhere, my room smells kind of funny and the new wordpress dashboard was instated when i was away. it has all come as a huge shock to me, really. after all, i was only gone for seven days.

so how was my trip? i would have to say that it opened my eyes to many new things.

going, going, gone .

soundtrack: nothing really // thoughts: of a journey

i’m going away! i’ll be back in 7 days, on the 9th of december, with lots of photos and stories. the excitement just wore off, probably because i’ve finished packing. i can’t believe it’s december already. furthermore, i can’t believe it is the december, the end, of my high school life.

i still haven’t been bored so far, which is a good sign. i have a feeling that things are going to slow down soon, though, especially after coffs. but i’m going to enjoy this while i can. the good stuff is all gone though; formal, post-hsc parties, post-hsc relief.

so what now?

revelations .

soundtrack: click, click // thoughts: of realisations

have you ever come to a realisation, after a very long time of someone telling you something, that they were right? like, you never believed them, until something happens or something clicks, and then you realise they had it all along; you just never saw it.

not that you’d admit it, of course, but inwardly, you would know.

the feeling of being wrong is weird, and i don’t mean that in a conceited way at all. no one believes in something that is wrong, so therefore everyone believes they have the truth. unless you’re continually proved wrong, being wrong is a deflating and surprising feeling that you would usually not like to occur.

twelve .

soundtrack: digestion of grain waves // thoughts: in historical context

i’ve been trying to study for modern, and i’ve realised something. the whole germany/nazi thing doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. while i’m reading the horrendous atrocities they committed, i don’t think “oh gosh, how terrible for the jewish people,” i think “man, gotta remember this.” it’s just a story to me. in fact, it’s probably just a story to everyone now. no one really gives it a second thought. i mean, it’s history. it’s shocking stuff, but it’s over.

it’s almost as if it’s just another english novel; you read it, you understand it, you write it down in your exam paper.

some things i think and know

facts and conclusions from musings of a procrastinating mind

# we are not desensitised to things because of the internet; we’re more learned

# blogging makes me happy, maths does not; therefore i should blog more and do maths less?

# my ideal job is a novel critic, but no one wants to hear my biased bullshit, so i’ll just have to settle for something else

# people who can draw are extremely interesting to me