bored

so everyone is bored. and sick of reading the same stuff over and over.

so i have to blog again. woot.

but i still have two assessments. so i'm just so nice for doing this.

i'm going to say so one more time.

pulp is a great english band who shall be loved by all. everyone knows common people.

ever since i saw it on rage i was like.....mmm they have sweet sounds. and i think radiohead got their fake plastic trees "person in shopping trolley" video inspiration from it. anything that radiohead likes must be good.

the shout out louds. another swedish thing i like. although baldy is not one to look at. the main singer (holding the hat) looks crazy like jason schwartzman (gideon off scott pilgrim or the king in marie antoinette)

this is the guitarist chick from the teenagers. when i play guitar, i look like this, bored and perfectly badass.

here's a good movie: shine

it's about a musical prodigy who just fucked up really bad in the end. it has geoffrey rush as the main actor. it's really very good.

here's a hot person from a movie. tom felton. "give it here malfoy"...your dick that is.

god i would tap that. multiple times.

i want this

it's so ikea

ok i should really study some more

tired. stressed.

you'll feel better on swisse. (yeah i watch huey's cooking adventures. what of it?)

(yeah i know it's for prostate. i did it on purpose. i knew you would enjoy it)

there are currently nine people living in my house.

all asian extended family.

hello discomfort.

waking up with "strangers" near your face.

can't get changed without having someone see you.

can't go to the bathroom without waiting for at least another hour.

can't go on the computer without two+ people standing behind you snooping about.

seriously...GO AWAY!

i just want like five minutes....actually like.....lots of five minutes....put together.

oh dear lord. i really take my space for granted. and now that it's gone....i just want nothing more than to have like 2m by 2m of "me" area.

seriously, i am getting squashed like this baby right here:

so anyway yeah. trying to escape snoopy people is making me tired and stressed. but i refuse to take swisse.

i'm under house confinement

and it's not fun at all.

to entertain myself, i am looking through my compiled pictures of things that interest me:

behind chuck norris' beard, there isn't a chin, just another fist.

lovely.

ok you might not be a green day nut like me. but behind fry, that is the album art for dookie, green day's third album released in 1994. yes, it is part of my ridiculous over a thousand dollar green day collection.

the greatest show ever. inspector rex. or to purist fans like myself: kommissar rex. i want a german sheperd so i can call him inspector rex. all those ham rolls. the fat guy. the ugly guy. and the hot guy. this guy was my favourite inspector, kommissar brandtner i think he was called. but the main "hot" one kept changing actors and names.

napoleon dynamite. enough said.

blades of glory. no exaggeration the most quotable movie ever made. along with mean girls. but i like this one better. my friend and i have a wall post on fb quoting the whole movie from start to finish. yes, i am a god. we aren't done, but hopefully it'll be done by the end of the month....these few months....the year.

yeah i'm bored.

pro: crastination

here's a pro: doing stuff well

here's a con: it takes a lot of effort

here's a pro: you pick up your instrument to practice

here's a con: the alarming pain in your wrist from rsi makes you procrastinate

here's a pro: you open up google and start researching

here's a con: you start distracting yourself...possibly with youtube or music hunting

here's a pro: you sit on the couch/bed to read

here's a con: you're exhausted from anemia, insomnia and watching the world cup...and pass out

story of my life.

however, i always get things done anyway cos i have a black belt in awesome. i make the impossible...POSSIMPLEBLE. (thank you barney stinson)

just as reliable as phillip lahm...ah yes.

music theory

doing the theory for music exams may well be one of the most torturous and blandest tasks you could ever have to do. like chewing sawdust.

sure i am very interested in music, all the history, styles and techniques. but when you have a massive load of it to do, it is...quite frankly...death. think of all the frickin repertoire. now for every piece, you have to go through and find, learn and memorise all the theory.

you could say

i can't handle handel.

i don't want you bach. (but i do want michael jackson back)

i wanna play miriam hyde and seek but without the seek.

i say you should telemann to go already.

and all for a piece of paper with different grades of music qualifications...

exams...end!

it's business time

brett vs jemaine: battle of the kiwis

i luuuurrvveee flight of the conchords. i own both seasons of the conch on dvd.

it's good cos with only two seasons, i won't get bored of it.

(AHEM: how i met your mother....will you please tell me how you met the darn mother already? too many back stories = as bad as lost)

now most of my friends and my sister prefer the j-dog (to the left on bass). but i like the b-unit (to the right with the bear). it's all in the bruce willis vests and the knitted jumpers with animals on them. i would never touch him in real life, but i prefer his character.

jemaine says:

it's wednesday night, it's when everything's alright.

there's nothing good on tv, you're not too tired from your after work social netball team practice. mmm...conditions are perfect.

you're wearing that same baggy old ugly t-shirt you got from your work several years ago.

you know the one baby with the colour stained.

team building exercise ninety nine!!

i remove my clothes very very clumsily, tripping sensuously over my pants.

now i'm naked except for my socks.

and you know when i'm down to just my socks what time it is.

it's business time.

that's why they're called business socks...

and the rest

brett says:

oh my god, she's so hot. she's so flippin' hot, she's like a curry.

i wanna tell her how hot she is, but she'll think i'm being sexist.

she's so hot, she's making me sexist...bitch.

i need my nineteen eighty seven DG twenty casio electric guitar.

set to mandolin yeah, drop the drums.

let me buy you a boom boom, you order a fancy boom.

i like boom, you like boom, enough small boom, let's boom the boom-ah

now we're rolling on a boom boom, riding to my private boom.

do we know what's happening, we both assume.

we're gonna boom boom boom 'til the break of boom.

and more

brett also says:

let's make two life-size cardboard cut outs of our bodies, and pose them into sensual positions.

i flip some clips on my lips, i clip some chips to your hips, i nibble chips off your hips

and watch the moon eclipse.

and on and on

they are both pretty awesome. making the two of them together doubly awesome. but...i still prefer brett. he is not as sleazy...too bad he's boring though. but, he did play a hot elf extra nicknamed figwit in lord of the rings (stands for Frodo Is Great! Who Is That?!?!)

business hours are over baby.

jane is such a pain

again, i have to suffer the boring words of jane austen; the next installment being pride and prejudice.

ok i understand, she is skillful. her novels are well thought out. coming of age, developing kind characteristics, dissolving class distinctions, etc ,etc. however, has one stopped to think when they were entertained by emma at all? besides the rare moments when miss bates won't shut up, which are actually quite annoying, nothing jane austen does seems to please me.

it's tedious writing. annoying like a pretentious arty farty who just won't fuck off.

there is a particular girl i see around all the time. she will do anything to fit in with the label of "indie". i don't think she understands that by aiming to be "indie" she is becoming precisely the opposite. not independent but a sheep. baaaaaa.

but back to my original point.

jane. you are a pain.

you make me feel a la:

but back to the arts

hot men...leave the page now.

enter jane austen. yes...i went there.

now that you are here austen, i finally have the chance to tell you what i think of you.

you. are. boring. me. out. of. my. mind.

i am currently reading emma.

humour, rhetorical balance, satire....whatever. i see that your work is classic, cleverly weaved and symmetrical in writing. but, you repeat the same thing about a million times on one page.

exhibit A: "No, indeed - we are not at all in a bad air. Our part of London is so very superior to most others! - You must not confound us with London in general, my dear sir. The neighbourhood of Brunswick Square is very different from almost all the rest. We are so very airy! I should be unwilling, I own, to live in any other part of the town; - there is hardly any other that i could be satisfied to have my children in: - but we are so remarkably airy! - Mr Wingfield thinks the vicinity of Brunswick Square decidedly the most favourable as to air."

oh really isabella woodhouse? is that what your doctor thinks? i wouldn't have guessed it or believed you unless you said it ten thousand times...so lucky you did huh?! you are just as annoying as your stupid sister emma.

pedantic writing...is a pet hate of mine. so...as i have finished your book, as soon as i am done with studying you...i will discard your book to sleep with the fishes and never touch it again.

but then again, i have never re-read a book ever.