Arrrrh

I get the feeling I have already written several posts called “aaaarh” all probably for the same reason as right now: I have work to do which I cannot do. I actually have no idea what to write about philosophy and our rights. Most of my notes consist of stick figures yelling stuff like “natural rights?!?! NONSENSE ON STILTS!”, shaking their fists angrily, wigs askew (I’m pretty sure this is all Jeremy Bentham did when he wasn’t working on his “Build a Super-Child!” project with James Mill…looking him up on wikipedia…oh. Apparently he “passed his time at falling unsuccessfully in love with all the ladies of the house, whom he courted with a clumsy jocularity, while playing chess with them or giving them lessons on the harpsichord”. Oh. That would probably be less weird if I wasn’t imagining Bentham’s preserved corpse doing the clumsy courting with the wax head falling off every now and then…). Okay some of my notes still make some sense. For example I know that I drew a picture of Mr Spock to remind myself that seeing as we are not all emotionless logical vulcans (…half-vulcans) we cannot rely on our reason! Apparently this is something conservatives make a point of? Okay I guess I just like drawing Mr Spock. Some of the weird ideas aren’t my fault. I didn’t come up with an analogy which involved having sex on benches (Lucy did and I have no idea what she was talking about. I just know that I now have a drawing of Marx encouraging us all to have sex on benches). I am going to fail philosophy this year but oh well. University shmuniveristy.

The last days of the holiday haven’t been too exciting. On friday I slept over at Jess’ and we watched Sleep Hollow for the millionth time. Only this time: it was in HD. Johnny Depp looks even more ridiculous hot in HD. However, the cast of Bridget Jones just looks plain ridiculous in HD- it looks like some cheap soap opera. We ended up watching Bridget Jones as the only other choices were porn (we did actually watch some Hotel Erotica which – bless its heart – tried to have a plot. We stopped watching when we realised just how weird it was that we were watching porn together and the sleazy music became too awful) and horror movies (not good horror movies mind you but terribly looking sequels).

Then on Saturday I went to a candlelit performance of most of Chopin’s  Nocturnes (and some other stuff) performed by Piers Lane. Piers was really awesome and introduced most of the pieces which made them more interesting. He also wore a fancy dinner jacket teamed with polka-dot socks ^.^

On Sunday I went to visit my brother up in Oxford (or…down in Oxford? Sideways in Oxford? I can’t remember where Oxford is in relation to where I am) on like a family open day at his college. Lady Margaret Hall is really nice and the modern buildings don’t look out-of-place and I’m sure the gardens are lovely in the summer but unfortunately when we were there it was rainy and cloudy. Kind of annoyed to find out my brother’s room is about a gazillion times larger than mine and my parents were all happy and proud of him (and I decided not to mention that my brother was lying to them about what he got up to half of the time. I miss him a surprising amount).

So that brings us up to date and I am going to get some tea and really try to focus because philosophy is not the only work I have been putting off this holiday.

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Just some work avoidance

Again just posting blogs randomly instead of working!

This time: I’m avoiding English! Who knows what I will be avoiding next? (probably more english actually but for my other teacher) (oh i also have some work for general studies but who on earth cares about that)

I have instead spent most of the evening making cups of tea and watching Richard III. I just finished reading Richard III so this meant my dad had to go get 2 film versions of it and get me some helpful biographies. There is too much Richard in my life. (not like I mind, but now all my thoughts are being spoken by Laurence Olivier being Richard. Not good. So not good). Speaking of the film: it is annoying because they mix up scenes, the actress who plays Anne is terrible (though I was distracted during her scenes by my mother yelling “Killlllll hiiiiim Anne! Killll hiiim noooow!”) and they add in extra lines but I can forgive them because sometimes stuff needs more explaining (especially when everyone has the same name and sometimes gets referred to by title or name randomly) and also because who really cares about accuracy when Laurence Olivier is sporting some really bitchin’ hats. (here is a comic about Richard III! I love Kate Beaton’s stuff. She is the only reason I know anything about Canada)

Anyway- I finished reading a Streetcar Named Desire today. It feels too short! I also just feel annoyed at it in general because today in class we did a little brainstorm about the verb “flirt”. Seriously. AS Level English. “To flirt”-Is Blanche flirting? What does flirting really involve? Would you say flirting requires confidence?  (my notes on this just read “woe is me”). I much preferred drawing sketches of Trimalchio’s tomb in Class Civ. Trimalchio’s (hypothetical) tomb is so crazy what with its massive size, sundial (“ahah! so everyone who needs to know the time must read my name!”- that is actually just…horribly pathetic), freedman constantly on guard and the pictures of men scattering money and boys crying over broken vases.

Anyway. Tomorrow my main task is to buy milk! Exciting.

Study Leave

So its Wednesday. My one day this week free from exams. I meant to revise way earlier as i still have a lot  to learn. However, i am in here typing and not even having an enjoyable time because i don’t want to go into the room where i put down my revision materials because i got freaked out by the garage door swinging open randomly and so am now just wasting my time. I hate the garage. For the past eight years i have been convinced someone lives in there. Just some random guy, who is obviously out to ‘get me’, who lives behind the ping pong table(so you wouldn’t be able to see him when you entered). I know this isn’t true, but i still try and convince him he can come out or just help himself to the food in the fridge anytime he likes. I know that has to be the worst excuse for not revising ever, but i am still going to blame any failures on him.

So instead of revising i am watching greys anatomy, very quietly so as not to wake my brother. He has been asleep since our grandparents left to fly home to Sacramento at 9am. If he wasn’t here i would be watching Casablanca, i’ve watched that film a gazillion times yet i did not remember the name of Ingrid Bergman’s character (its Ilsa, my video box said it was Lisa). I was thinking of Casablanca when we all went out to dinner as a goodbye to my grandparents. Foolishly, we went to an Italian restaurant on the night Italy was playing the Netherlands. And got totally thrashed by the Netherlands. Fortunately our waiter was Portuguese and called me beautiful. I love it when waiters do that, i am so not looking forward to going to restaurants and being called madam or whatever.  

Other things I have done instead of revised:

  1. Made endless cups of tea
  2. Read through, and laughed at, all the pages on the graphjam blog
  3. Laughed at lol cats on I Can Has Cheezeburger blog
  4. Made a wish list of things i want from www.shanalogic.com
  5. Admired the way i look in my Rufus Wainwright t-shirt
  6. Thought about eating the pasta i made my brother which he hasn’t eaten. It is just there on the coffee table. Waiting for someone to eat it. Maybe that person is me.
  7. Opened my geography folder to revise, got into a panic about the population density of Canada
  8. Contemplated writing down a complicated theory about the cost of running away to various places if you consider various conditions:
  • The person you run away with only came with you to escape previous country of occupancy and ditches you when you are sleeping (subtract money they steal from you, add money saved by not having to pay for them)
  • If above happens, we must consider the ‘Rick’ factor (so named after Rick from Casablanca) which is your likelihood of running away to yet another country (subtract money spent on train, subtract money spent on drink) and opening a successful bar (subtract money for white tuxedo, subtract money for running and owning bar) where you meet a Captain Reno (add money for winning bets against him, subtract money for rigging your roulette tables so he wins, subtract money for having to close your bar under his orders)
  • If your partner does not run away, we must take into consideration your reasons for running away: you are coming to help the people there (subtract most of your money, yet keep the absolute minimum for survival), you are to find treasure (subtract money for airplane, “exotic” transportation like camels/elephants, camouflage gear etc, add money for eventual treasure found or selling your story), you are there for adventure (subtract money for being robbed and beaten by bandits sucker)
  •  Basically if you apply the various factors to the money in your bank account and still end up with a positive amount then feel free to run away there

To conclude: Never try to think in the early hours of the morning, it is okay not to revise in order to laugh at graphs about The Princess Bride.

This Pony is Happy

OKay–this is going to be a short blog. It is late at night, i’ve done no work, im all emotional because i’m a teenage girl who is watching the end part of a greys anatomy episode (you know, the bit where Meredith will tell us what we learnt etc.) which toyed with her (denny! i’m still watching season 2), i’m seeing Rufus Wainwright tomorrow, my birthday is on Thursday, i probably have my french orals tomorrow, i was doing history revision on The Purges and my ipod locked so i had to read about it whilst listening to “Because I got High” by Afroman, my brother is being so sweet to his girlfriend and i’m…i’m in a pretty good mood.

It is always bad to be in a good mood when you are doomed. You hope that in knowing that you could set things right you will do them, but you still don’t. I’m going to go to my room after i write this, lie awake and listen to my radio and daydream or just think about today.

Today:

  1. Was Divya’s birthday–I managed to wrangle 3 excellent chocolates out of her
  2. We talked about the existence of God during english and how someone said he is as likely to exist as giant teapot floating in an asteroid belt—it was a good discussion
  3. I read some more of The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton and decided that marrying rich is not as easy as i thought it would be
  4. My screen is flashing blue. It hurts my eyes.
  5. I had to sit on the end of our physics bench which always puts me in a bad mood so i told Ellen i had rabies. According to Ellen the symptoms of rabies involve your arm feeling tingly
  6. We were doing a practice paper in latin on Pyramus and Thisbe–much jokes about describing “cracks” and how lions just roamed around ancient greece. My latin teacher is back!
  7. I had to use cheap citrus shampoo in my shower. It smells eew, but our chamomile conditioner smells of Christmas tree
  8. I was feeling low when i came home as we had no tea–then my mother came home with a huge box of fair trade PG Tips: 240 bags. Yays!
  9. All of my friends watched this weeks Doctor Who so we had an excellent discussion about it
  10. Today kinda rocked