Nov 9, 2009 @ 6:21 PM
2 days X)
Two more days till Jap Extension and then its all over =D So, my study has consisted of watching Spirited Away, downloading the soundtrack, invading a dozen forums to get my hands on the amazing sheet music and not touching the issues at all.
That song, 'The Sixth Station' is amazing. Also annoying to learn for meh cause I'm slow as hell. It's in the movie during the train trip. If only it were in the prescribed extracts...then I could claim to be analysing stuff lol. Sigh. Oh well. Crap is easy enough to make up. Especially since if you stand on your head and cross your eyes, Jap extension is just a skewered version of English: a film study, analysis of techniques, areas of study. And since my fears of having to name awful techniques like onomatopoeia in Japanese were acquiesced (thankfully) by Ms Hewitt, then yay for dumbed down English study ;)
Thomas sent along an email with a timetable of events post-HSC. So there's several parties, all the signing out to do, formal, etc. Will probs sign out over Wednesday and Thursday =/ And spend half my holidays improving my drawing skills. *Insert dopey emoticon* Ohs, attempted to download Correl Painter and ended up with a virus. Woop de doo. I'm doomed to know nothing other than Photoshop and OpenCanvas.
How. pretty. are. those flowers?!?!?!??! Ewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I love shades of blue. Blue + Yellow also pretty. (Abuse of the word 'pretty' happening). Hydrangeas. Wonder if they're hard to grow. I don't exactly have a pretty record with plants. All of them had died, and just yesterday I told my mum: "I thought you plant them then leave them there." I was only half serious, but anyway...the necessity of nurturing flowers has escaped me. Mum thinks nurturing escapes me in general >.>
She pertinently advises me that this is how the chain works: if I want to make sure my kidsif i have any actually make it to my age, then I should NOT do to them what I did to my two dozen yabbies, hermit crabs, turtle, goldfish and other pets. I am proud to announce one bird survived, but said bird escaped so thats probably why T.T" But in general, kids sound deathly hard to take care of.
How creepy. Mum expects me to be married by 25 and have kids before 30. That's less than ten years. *Shudder* How the hell does that even work, having this expectation. Sheesh. Well, I guess it might be cause I probs won't move out otherwise lol, but thinking of future is just plain weird. I think I'll stay in the wrapped, little box I call present. Presents are nice ;)
That song, 'The Sixth Station' is amazing. Also annoying to learn for meh cause I'm slow as hell. It's in the movie during the train trip. If only it were in the prescribed extracts...then I could claim to be analysing stuff lol. Sigh. Oh well. Crap is easy enough to make up. Especially since if you stand on your head and cross your eyes, Jap extension is just a skewered version of English: a film study, analysis of techniques, areas of study. And since my fears of having to name awful techniques like onomatopoeia in Japanese were acquiesced (thankfully) by Ms Hewitt, then yay for dumbed down English study ;)
Thomas sent along an email with a timetable of events post-HSC. So there's several parties, all the signing out to do, formal, etc. Will probs sign out over Wednesday and Thursday =/ And spend half my holidays improving my drawing skills. *Insert dopey emoticon* Ohs, attempted to download Correl Painter and ended up with a virus. Woop de doo. I'm doomed to know nothing other than Photoshop and OpenCanvas.
How. pretty. are. those flowers?!?!?!??! Ewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I love shades of blue. Blue + Yellow also pretty. (Abuse of the word 'pretty' happening). Hydrangeas. Wonder if they're hard to grow. I don't exactly have a pretty record with plants. All of them had died, and just yesterday I told my mum: "I thought you plant them then leave them there." I was only half serious, but anyway...the necessity of nurturing flowers has escaped me. Mum thinks nurturing escapes me in general >.>
She pertinently advises me that this is how the chain works: if I want to make sure my kids
How creepy. Mum expects me to be married by 25 and have kids before 30. That's less than ten years. *Shudder* How the hell does that even work, having this expectation. Sheesh. Well, I guess it might be cause I probs won't move out otherwise lol, but thinking of future is just plain weird. I think I'll stay in the wrapped, little box I call present. Presents are nice ;)