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Time for the big rambly entry!
Aug. 16th, 2004 10:37 pmOkay, starting at Saturday! Got up in the late morning to watch the Olympic Opening Ceremony, which was GORGEOUS. Well, aside from the fact that Australia's outfit was fucking HIDEOUS. It was so funny, they were HORRIBLE! How come the Western world doesn't have national dress, huh? All the countries with national dress looked beautiful, and everyone else was either eye-burning or just... boring.
Anyway, that afternoon I went to visit my new baby cousin-once-removed in hospital- he was born on Thursday at 6.5 pounds, and he's so little and cute. My cousing Kathleen will make a good mother, I think- she's always loved kids. She and the father looked really happy, it was so sweet. And my mother is over the moon at the prospect of having another baby to dote over- the last one was my cousin Frannie about eight or nine years ago. Though for some reason, a newborn means it's open season on one's youngest child- it was apparently declared "Mock Siobhan" day while I wasn't looking, because mum took every available opportunity to compare baby!me to AJ (Andrew James), and dad joined in.
"Aw, he looks just like you did." "... thanks, mum."
"Yeah, she was terrible. Kept me up to 4am every day!" "... thanks, mum."
... and so on.
And so anyway, when we got home Marie had popped over for a visit (Marie, not Mari- it's pronounced the same way, but Marie is my aunt and Mari is my girlfriend. It makes for a lot of confusion conversation-wise.) and she ended up measuring me for the costume for my dance concert.
Saturday night was, of course, Saz's karaoke party. Which was understandably gloriously insane, and involves far too many tales for me to regale you with here. (I'm lazy, so sue me.) Several of which are rather incriminating, anyway. Though I will make brief mention of the part where I had to dance at Eugenie to Slave 4 U. Saz handed me a glass of wine for courage right before hand. I believe there are some blackmail photos floating around somewhere. *dead kthxbai*
Chrissie and I also proved that the karaoke thing scores by how loud and constantly you sing rather than the notes you hit by putting on a song we didn't know and rapping our way through it going "Blah blah BLAH, blah blah blah BLAH!" It was quite amazing that we managed to stay in sync the whole time, actually. Whichever way, we got 99/100. XD
The return of the Olympics brought with it the return of The Dream, which won't make much sense to non-Aussies, but it's basically an hour-long segment at the end of every day of the Olympicsmocking recapping the day's events, hosted by two of our most famous comedians. And it is HILARIOUS. Very... unique perspective. *giggle*
Sunday involved waking up, watching some Olympics (I sense a common theme here), and then working through a practice test in preparation for my maths test today. I did the test, and discovered I couldn't remember anything from the beginning of the term.
Shit, huh?
So, having the wonderful work ethic I do, I immediately meandered up the other end of the house to watch gymnastics. I'll study after, I assured myself. Then I wrote X fic. Then I translated more of that Japanese yaoi manga and started talking on MSN, and....
Okay, I admit it, the maths never happened. *wince*
In concession towards the test though, I went to bed early (at 12:20), and I studied during my frees. For all the good it did me- that test was not Good In The Eyes Of OG. *scowl*
- My mother just informed me that today is being called Pythagoras Day in Athens. The irony, the irony, it burns!
Anyway, English WAS good, to make a contrast. We basically spent another lesson discussing the Gay. *happy sigh* I love my class. Hopefully I'll manage to work some gay into my oral- free choice, so shouldn't be too much of a problem there.
On the maths front, I was at maths coaching this afternoon and the coaches were trying to figure out a really sadistic problem from a year 10 maths assignment (I think it was one of ours- the font and layout looked suspiciously familiar). Michelle got a negative value for the height of the banana, and as I had nothing to do, having had a test today, I joined in. I got an answer, which MIGHT be right, but who the hell knows?
You need to see it to believe it, I swear. For your viewing pleasure:
"A rope hanging over a fence has the same length on either side and weighs one-third of a pound per foot. On one end hangs an ape holding a banana, and on the other end a weight equal to the weight of the ape. The banana two ounces per inch. The rope is as long as the age of the ape, and the weight of the ape (in ounces) is as much as the age of the ape's mother. The combined ages of the ape and mother are thirty years. Half the weight of the ape plus the weight of the banana is one-fourth as much as the weight of the weight itself and weight of the rope. The ape's mother is half as old as the ape will be when it is three times as old as the mother was when she was half as old as the ape will be when it is as old as its mother was when she was one-third as old as the ape was when it was as old as its mother was when she was three times as old as the ape was when it was one-fourth as old as it is now. How long is the banana?"
You're all going "... the HELL?" now, aren't you? It's that never-ending sentence. Oo;
In other news:
And now, the ever present meme!
If you want me to interview you--post a comment that simply says, "Interview me." I'll respond with questions for you to take back to your own journal and answer as a post. Of course, they'll be different for each person since this is an interview and not a general survey. At the bottom of your post, after answering the Interviewer's questions, you ask if anyone wants to be interviewed.
(Added by Fahye and left in by me - to make it easier all 'round, you could ask me some questions and just tell me if you want me to return the favour. Personally, I could keep this up all night. Throw your interviews at me, yo!)
( Interview )
... OMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I'M GOING TO BE IN SYDNEY WHEN CORI GETS BACK! *breaks down into tears* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH life sucks.
On the bright side, though (what I was saying before I realised the above), KUNOKUNIYA! HOORAY! Mum wrote me a note to take tomorrow! *heart* I can even overlook the fact that Tuesdays are my crap days with no frees, because I'm not doing anything after school, I have Thursday off work AND school (moderation day at school and they're closing at 5pm at work- not enough doctors), and mum is actually contemplating my suggestion that we go out for lunch on Wednesday instead of me attending that dumbass ceremony to open the hall! W00t!
I have japanese homework I was meant to do. *shifty look* Oops. I'll... be back.
*checks length of entry* YES LONGISH ENTRY I SO ROCK.
Anyway, that afternoon I went to visit my new baby cousin-once-removed in hospital- he was born on Thursday at 6.5 pounds, and he's so little and cute. My cousing Kathleen will make a good mother, I think- she's always loved kids. She and the father looked really happy, it was so sweet. And my mother is over the moon at the prospect of having another baby to dote over- the last one was my cousin Frannie about eight or nine years ago. Though for some reason, a newborn means it's open season on one's youngest child- it was apparently declared "Mock Siobhan" day while I wasn't looking, because mum took every available opportunity to compare baby!me to AJ (Andrew James), and dad joined in.
"Aw, he looks just like you did." "... thanks, mum."
"Yeah, she was terrible. Kept me up to 4am every day!" "... thanks, mum."
... and so on.
And so anyway, when we got home Marie had popped over for a visit (Marie, not Mari- it's pronounced the same way, but Marie is my aunt and Mari is my girlfriend. It makes for a lot of confusion conversation-wise.) and she ended up measuring me for the costume for my dance concert.
Saturday night was, of course, Saz's karaoke party. Which was understandably gloriously insane, and involves far too many tales for me to regale you with here. (I'm lazy, so sue me.) Several of which are rather incriminating, anyway. Though I will make brief mention of the part where I had to dance at Eugenie to Slave 4 U. Saz handed me a glass of wine for courage right before hand. I believe there are some blackmail photos floating around somewhere. *dead kthxbai*
Chrissie and I also proved that the karaoke thing scores by how loud and constantly you sing rather than the notes you hit by putting on a song we didn't know and rapping our way through it going "Blah blah BLAH, blah blah blah BLAH!" It was quite amazing that we managed to stay in sync the whole time, actually. Whichever way, we got 99/100. XD
The return of the Olympics brought with it the return of The Dream, which won't make much sense to non-Aussies, but it's basically an hour-long segment at the end of every day of the Olympics
Sunday involved waking up, watching some Olympics (I sense a common theme here), and then working through a practice test in preparation for my maths test today. I did the test, and discovered I couldn't remember anything from the beginning of the term.
Shit, huh?
So, having the wonderful work ethic I do, I immediately meandered up the other end of the house to watch gymnastics. I'll study after, I assured myself. Then I wrote X fic. Then I translated more of that Japanese yaoi manga and started talking on MSN, and....
Okay, I admit it, the maths never happened. *wince*
In concession towards the test though, I went to bed early (at 12:20), and I studied during my frees. For all the good it did me- that test was not Good In The Eyes Of OG. *scowl*
- My mother just informed me that today is being called Pythagoras Day in Athens. The irony, the irony, it burns!
Anyway, English WAS good, to make a contrast. We basically spent another lesson discussing the Gay. *happy sigh* I love my class. Hopefully I'll manage to work some gay into my oral- free choice, so shouldn't be too much of a problem there.
On the maths front, I was at maths coaching this afternoon and the coaches were trying to figure out a really sadistic problem from a year 10 maths assignment (I think it was one of ours- the font and layout looked suspiciously familiar). Michelle got a negative value for the height of the banana, and as I had nothing to do, having had a test today, I joined in. I got an answer, which MIGHT be right, but who the hell knows?
You need to see it to believe it, I swear. For your viewing pleasure:
"A rope hanging over a fence has the same length on either side and weighs one-third of a pound per foot. On one end hangs an ape holding a banana, and on the other end a weight equal to the weight of the ape. The banana two ounces per inch. The rope is as long as the age of the ape, and the weight of the ape (in ounces) is as much as the age of the ape's mother. The combined ages of the ape and mother are thirty years. Half the weight of the ape plus the weight of the banana is one-fourth as much as the weight of the weight itself and weight of the rope. The ape's mother is half as old as the ape will be when it is three times as old as the mother was when she was half as old as the ape will be when it is as old as its mother was when she was one-third as old as the ape was when it was as old as its mother was when she was three times as old as the ape was when it was one-fourth as old as it is now. How long is the banana?"
You're all going "... the HELL?" now, aren't you? It's that never-ending sentence. Oo;
In other news:
- I'm halfway through translating Yellow
- I received a letter from Cori! She'll be back on Sunday my time! *rejoices*
- Have procured the first episode of an anime about Onmyouji and such set in the Heian era of Japan (794-1185), Otogizoushi, which was cool enough to prompt me to go in search of episode 2. I LOVE the animation style.
- Have been writing for various X challenges instead of working
- Speaking of writing, I sorted out my memories over at
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And now, the ever present meme!
If you want me to interview you--post a comment that simply says, "Interview me." I'll respond with questions for you to take back to your own journal and answer as a post. Of course, they'll be different for each person since this is an interview and not a general survey. At the bottom of your post, after answering the Interviewer's questions, you ask if anyone wants to be interviewed.
(Added by Fahye and left in by me - to make it easier all 'round, you could ask me some questions and just tell me if you want me to return the favour. Personally, I could keep this up all night. Throw your interviews at me, yo!)
( Interview )
... OMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I'M GOING TO BE IN SYDNEY WHEN CORI GETS BACK! *breaks down into tears* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH life sucks.
On the bright side, though (what I was saying before I realised the above), KUNOKUNIYA! HOORAY! Mum wrote me a note to take tomorrow! *heart* I can even overlook the fact that Tuesdays are my crap days with no frees, because I'm not doing anything after school, I have Thursday off work AND school (moderation day at school and they're closing at 5pm at work- not enough doctors), and mum is actually contemplating my suggestion that we go out for lunch on Wednesday instead of me attending that dumbass ceremony to open the hall! W00t!
I have japanese homework I was meant to do. *shifty look* Oops. I'll... be back.
*checks length of entry* YES LONGISH ENTRY I SO ROCK.
