I have posted a video on here but it seems that when I view it, the image is close up and off to the side. How do I have it so it looks normal? Anyone?
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
A fear of commitment... and nosebleeds. And eels.
There are many things I can do.
I can lie down straight on my stomach, then push myself into a standing-upright position without bending my legs...
I can wash, dry, straighten and product my hair in 20 minutes...
I can bend my 4th finger on my left hand over my middle finger without the aid of my right hand...
I can make my stupid massive telly work when something is wrong with it...
I can pull some of the most amazing sounds out of Cameron Moor by means of making him laugh...
I can also make a decision with the intention of sticking with it and seeing it through, then not ever see it through.
The above mentioned is one that I am not proud of. This blog was going to be one of the best ideas I ever had! But I must confess... when logging into my blog last week (and not even logging in to light a blog), I forgot my password, and temporarily my username, and I had to change my password.
But in a way, blog this time apart has made me realise how much I love you. There will always be other websites. There will always be shiny things attracting my eye. But you will always be my number one. I apologise for treating you like a number two. (Hah! Thank you for that one, Spaced!)
But TV references aside, I think we are going to have a happy and healthy cyberfuture together.
TV references back in the picture, I leave you with a song by Osymyso, who has done a funky little number with samplings from the before-mentioned Spaced. If you haven't seen Spaced and are thinking about watching it, then watch it. If you aren't thinking about watching it, then think about it, then watch it.
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I can lie down straight on my stomach, then push myself into a standing-upright position without bending my legs...
I can wash, dry, straighten and product my hair in 20 minutes...
I can bend my 4th finger on my left hand over my middle finger without the aid of my right hand...
I can make my stupid massive telly work when something is wrong with it...
I can pull some of the most amazing sounds out of Cameron Moor by means of making him laugh...
I can also make a decision with the intention of sticking with it and seeing it through, then not ever see it through.
The above mentioned is one that I am not proud of. This blog was going to be one of the best ideas I ever had! But I must confess... when logging into my blog last week (and not even logging in to light a blog), I forgot my password, and temporarily my username, and I had to change my password.
But in a way, blog this time apart has made me realise how much I love you. There will always be other websites. There will always be shiny things attracting my eye. But you will always be my number one. I apologise for treating you like a number two. (Hah! Thank you for that one, Spaced!)
But TV references aside, I think we are going to have a happy and healthy cyberfuture together.
TV references back in the picture, I leave you with a song by Osymyso, who has done a funky little number with samplings from the before-mentioned Spaced. If you haven't seen Spaced and are thinking about watching it, then watch it. If you aren't thinking about watching it, then think about it, then watch it.
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
How old am I? Seventeen. How long have I been seventeen? About 25 days...
Oh, I know what I am.
I am the teenager who has senior exams. I am the teenager soon to be on her P's. I am that 5"3 ginger kid who is nearly 20 years old. I am the girl who is about to be released from school and enter the world outside.
BRILLIANT!!! Or is it? The independent and almost entirely grown up lifestyle is chill. But there is one thing that really grasps my goat.
Those awful stares the elder people give you.
The harassment from those who are scared of anything under 21 years of age. Now, I do agree, youth can be a scary thing. But is it so scary that the elder have to cast out two boys from "their shopping centre", just because these boys are holding skateboards? It is almost as if moving at a slightly quicker pace than walking is an offense!
Is it so scary that when you pick up a sponge in K Mart, one should emerge from within the toy aisle and drop the verbal bomb?
"Either buy that, or put it right back where it came from!!"
These adults... they can be very scary at the best of times! I can understand how paranoia may arise from a past encounter with a real thuggish 15-year-old, but is it really that difficult to tell the difference between those who want to just look at the sponge, and those who want to pee on it and hurl it across K Mart into the gardening appliances section where, should the thrower be lucky, land on the bald head of a fern connoisseur?
I think the elders should consider before throwing the punches.
I am the teenager who has senior exams. I am the teenager soon to be on her P's. I am that 5"3 ginger kid who is nearly 20 years old. I am the girl who is about to be released from school and enter the world outside.
BRILLIANT!!! Or is it? The independent and almost entirely grown up lifestyle is chill. But there is one thing that really grasps my goat.
Those awful stares the elder people give you.
The harassment from those who are scared of anything under 21 years of age. Now, I do agree, youth can be a scary thing. But is it so scary that the elder have to cast out two boys from "their shopping centre", just because these boys are holding skateboards? It is almost as if moving at a slightly quicker pace than walking is an offense!
Is it so scary that when you pick up a sponge in K Mart, one should emerge from within the toy aisle and drop the verbal bomb?
"Either buy that, or put it right back where it came from!!"
These adults... they can be very scary at the best of times! I can understand how paranoia may arise from a past encounter with a real thuggish 15-year-old, but is it really that difficult to tell the difference between those who want to just look at the sponge, and those who want to pee on it and hurl it across K Mart into the gardening appliances section where, should the thrower be lucky, land on the bald head of a fern connoisseur?
I think the elders should consider before throwing the punches.
Why eat toast when you can BLOG!
And here it be. My 1st ever blog.
Don't worry, we are going to have a lot of fun!
In this space, I will be sharing with you, whoever you are, stories, ideas, thoughts, loves, hates (hopefully not too many of these) dreams and whatever else.
Do I have something to share with you now? No.
But events such as the first ever blog need a beginning. And that is what we have here. A Blog to mark the beginning and the first in a long (hopefully) line of drabbles here in the Lair of the Misunderstood Dolphin.
I welcome you to the premier. The maiden voyage. Mark one.
Now, let's have a good one! X
Don't worry, we are going to have a lot of fun!
In this space, I will be sharing with you, whoever you are, stories, ideas, thoughts, loves, hates (hopefully not too many of these) dreams and whatever else.
Do I have something to share with you now? No.
But events such as the first ever blog need a beginning. And that is what we have here. A Blog to mark the beginning and the first in a long (hopefully) line of drabbles here in the Lair of the Misunderstood Dolphin.
I welcome you to the premier. The maiden voyage. Mark one.
Now, let's have a good one! X
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