Vitamin C

so i haven't written anything of substance on this blog in a while, and before i go on, i'd like to disclaim (can that be a verb? it is now) that just because the beginning of this sentence insinuates that this post will be 'of substance', does not mean it will. so there. i just crushed your hopes. sorry.


however this is not to say that my past few posts have been devoid of substance. they are in fact overflowing with substance. they are SUBSTANTIAL. yeah. 
but, sadly, they were created by others more substantial-like than myself. i just wanted to give kudos. and hopefully share a few giggles. because laughter is the best medicine, and tis the season for coughing and sneezing fa la la *ATCHYOO* cough cough la la... 


did i mention i have a cold? well i do. it's horrible. it means i can't breathe through my nose when i sleep so i'm constantly thirsty, so i have to drink too much water and then... yeah. we all know what it's like. it's the COMMON cold. auhggngghh


so over the last couple of days i have been procrastinating from doing my essay for a subject that i really hate because it was full of feminist tripe with no counteractive male perspective whatsoever. instead of doing this essay i have been watching witty, pretty, british (that almost rhymed) guys on youtube by the names of charlie and alex. i have been choking with laughter and starting to think in a british accent. which is fun. i've also been enjoying the lovely presents my mother bought me, because she's a wonderful person who buys me nice presents for no reason other than, she's great. these presents are a purple mink blanket which is really warm, and a purple dressing down which is also really warm.


it's funny, because purple isn't even my favorite colour, but people seem to think it is because i have a lot of stuff that's purple and i often use purple font when i do blogs and such like. but really, it's just because purple is a pleasant colour and my actual favorite colour yellow is had to wear a lot of or write in because people don't seem to like reading yellow font...
so yeah. there's that explained. i did mention at the start that this post may not be very substance-filled. i did warn you.


here's some bad things that have happened to me recently:
i have to write a horrible long essay about a subject i hate.
i then have to study for exams for subjects i also hate. 
it's winter. it's cold. 
yesterday my stupid drink bottle leaked in my bag and soaked through all my stuff including one of my favorite murder mysteries by Tess Gerritsen :(
i have a cold.


some nice things in my life however are:
i have a new blanket and dressing down to keep me cozy and warm
i have discovered charlie mcdonnell and alex day
i finally saw the hunger games, which is excellent
semester horrible is over
i've got some exciting social events coming up
i saw boy & bear in concert, and they were fantastic. Tim Hart is wonderful.
as a result of seeing boy & bear, i also got to discover two other bands that i now love. Tin Sparrow and The Jungle Giants.


so there we have it. i wrote something, for a change. however it probably made for some not very good reading. sorry. again i did warn you. 


Cheerio. 

best ever. choke laughing. i know i did.

"stupid stephanie meyer this is not how you book!"

potterhead # 3...WHAT THE SLASHFIC!?

au revoir, little biscuit :)

Neil Cicierega is boss.

personalised plates are tacky.

NB: my aim is not to insult, rather to educate, and perhaps to entertain. here's a grain of salt. take it or leave it. 

the above image says it all. really, unless you are driving a car used for a business of some kind which demands that you advertise on your car, thus such plates are a requisite, then really, you should stick with the randomised number/letter combination that comes with your vehicle. personalised number plates are tacky, ostentatious, and advertise to the world quite blithely that you are a twat with an IQ of zero. 


seriously, think about it. idiots with personalised plates either get their name/some inane version of their name that makes them sound like they're twelve, or some other ridiculous word that either seeks to insult their fellow motorists, is a pathetic attempt at a weak joke, or declares that they are a 'CUTIE!!' or 'sexy!'. which is really just arrogance in its purest form. not to mention, personalised plates are more often than not obnoxious and in some cases, potentially a safety hazard to oneself and other drivers. 


there are so many things wrong with all of the above options for personalised plates that i really don't know where to begin. but, i shall try. because unlike those who insist on telling the driving world whenever they get into their car that they are named 'Melz!' or that they want to 'FUMAN', i have a higher intelligence level than that stated on the accurately chosen, however misguided, plates above belonging to a QLD-residing fellow.


1. personalised plates with a name/nickname:
why would you want everyone else on the road to know your name? are you trying to pick up? are you in some kind of freeway-located alcoholics anonymous meeting? are you working at a drive-through in some kind of parallel universe where the employees are in the car as well as the customers? or perhaps you're just overly friendly? because i can't really think of many other situations in which you would want to tell the whole world your name, or worse, your ill-begotten nickname. the nickname plates in particular, may be taken to imply that you have regressed permanently into childhood/adolescence. which is totally contradictory of your ability to own and drive a car, since, unless i am mistaken, is a privilege belonging to adults? it's stupid, it's immature, it's unnecessary, it's a little dangerous because paedophiles and stalkers do exist, and also nobody cares. go home. 


2. insults:
why would having a lisence plate bearing an insult be a bad idea? oh i don't know, maybe because it's RUDE? it's also immature, very much like the name/nickname scenario. grow up.


3. jokes:
nobody else gets them. and even if they do, jokes grow old fast. you lack originality. you are making a ridiculous impression of yourself on your fellow motorists and anyone else who might happen to see your car. you might even offend someone. if you want to be comical, get a red nose and some oversized shoes and invest in a large tent. or better yet, find a brick wall. 


4. descriptors:
i couldn't really find an umbrella term for those plates that surpass the other types of personalised plates in the category of moronic. but really, i shouldn't have to explain why it's utterly idiotic to have a lisence plate with the word 'QT93' or '2QL4SQL' or 'LGND22' on it. in doing so, you are telling the world a number of things. one, you can't spell. two, you are extremely conceited to want to declare to the general public that you are of the opinion that you're 'cute', 'sexy', or a 'legend'. thirdly, once again, you are extremely immature and have not progressed from adolescence. vacant, ditsy, self-centred and obnoxious are also words that come to mind.


i have neither the time nor the inclination to continue this rant, suffice it to say that i think this post has served its purpose well enough. i hope i have imparted some semblence of wisdom unto those planning to purchase personalised plates in the near future, as well as those already in ownership of such offensive articles. they're a waste of money, they portray oneself as a twat, and really they're just stupid.


goodnight. 

potterhead #2

being a potterhead on my blog #1

NB: click post to view properly and recieve full comedic effect

... i laugh. i laughed. i have laughed.

ATS2715

What i wanted to write as my introduction for my research essay for Sexuality and Society. however, sadly, i fear i cannot, so instead i will subject my readers (if any) to what i think is some decent writing from me (which these days, is few and far between)
enjoy.


“Don’t have sex. Or you will get pregnant, and die.” These famous wise words were uttered by the character of Coach Carr as he teaches health class in the ever-popular teen movie “Mean Girls” (directed by Mark Waters, screenplay by Tina Fey, based on the book “Queen Bees and Wannabes” by Rosalind Wiseman, starring actress and role model Lindsay Lohan). Apart from serving as testament to Tina Fey’s comedic genius, the well-known and many-times quoted line is a shining example (albeit somewhat exaggerated) of one of the all-too-common discourses of school-based sex education (SBSE) that is found in many classrooms the world over. Evidence of such a discourse is found in Michelle Fine’s works which focus on the “missing discourse of desire” (Fine, 1988) in SBSE, however she terms it the discourse of “sexuality as violence, defined as focusing on the potential risks adolescents – in particular, adolescent females – face should they become involved in sexual activity. Supporting Fine’s argument and validating the research topic to present-day is Laina Bay-Cheng, in her article “The Trouble of Teen Sex: the construction of adolescent sexuality through school-based sexuality education” (2010). In Bay-Cheng’s article, she argues that current SBSE programs in the U.S are negatively focused, narrow-minded in terms of definitions of sexuality (reinforcing heteronormative concepts of sexuality), and proliferating racist, sexist and classist notions of sexuality. All this from my favourite Mean Girls quote... oi vey.