Random Thoughts

New Blog...

2009-06-14T05:44:00.000-07:00

I have a new shiny wordpress, and since I am finding it easier to use, I have stopped posting here.

The URL is: www.randomlilthoughts.wordpress.com

Talking fast, msn and selling my soul to Brangelina

2009-04-20T06:53:00.000-07:00

I always wonder why I am so great at things that will get me nowhere in life…

For example, I am a brilliant procrastinator, I can speak an barely audible speed, I have infinite knowledge of superman, I can talk to animals. Yes, I meant that last one. I didn’t say they spoke back. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that none of these things will help me at all… unless someone is looking for a really fast talking, slow working, superman nerd with a pet dog.

You never know.

But if there is one thing I am good at that might just get me somewhere. I am ahead of the technological crowd.

It all began one day when I stumbled upon a small site called myspace. I signed up and got my very own little page where I could put stuff, and post these little things called ‘bulletins’ and message my friends. Only problem? I didn’t know anyone else that used the site… So I told my friends all about it. Their response: ‘Get back of msn, silly” (paraphrased).

Fast Forward 3 months.

“Nicola, why don’t you have a myspace?”

“I do…”

So then, always on a quest for knowledge, power and Dr Pepper, I found this other small site called FaceBook. So I signed up. You could do a few more things, but I was never completely sold on the idea, because I didn’t have any friends on there because noone used it… so I told them about it.

Their response: “No way, we looove myspace. Did you see my new layout?”

Fastfoward 3 months:

“Nicola why do you still use myspace?”

I like the bands on there alright!

Then, on my continued quest, I discovered twitter. A few days later, a lecturer in uni asked if anyone had one. I was the only one. My classmates looked at me like I had sold my soul to Brangelina.

One day soon that will make me awesome…

Still waiting…

Be random…

Nikki…

Powerpoint, Mime conventions and Arty sims

2009-03-24T19:23:00.000-07:00

I am back. I didn't die in the barren land of silence. In fact, I am in the same place today. I sit here, reading about how powerpoint is ruining our brains, and the room is nowhere near as silent as last time.

There are two reasons for this:

1) Last week there was a international Mime Convention.

Or

2) Maybe I imagined the whole thing.

A thought just hit me, how cool are mimes! And, for that matter, how much easier do they have it. I mean other than the 'Mum, I am a mime conversation', life would be so much simpler for them. Rather than having to answer questions in class academically, they could just make a face and make deranged hand movements and everyone would just smile, nod and move on. The teacher would here make a note never to call upon that student again, and life would be sweet.

A mime would never have to have awkward 'where is our relationship going talks', because well, you know. Add to that the ease of job interviews and a get out of trouble free card at school. (Because no one can stay mad at a mime, and people love them.)

After weighing up my options, I have decided that there is no other choice for me but to become a mime.....

at least until playing the Sims becomes an art form....

Be random

Nikki, the slightly nerdy mime.

p.s. ..............

p.p.s. (that was me making mime smalltalk)

Age old Bandaid dilemmas, claiming of the gummies and Yoda.

2009-03-15T19:51:00.000-07:00

It's always hardest to do things quietly when you know you have to do them quietly. Like right now. I am sitting in a uni library and every sound someone makes seems to disturb the strange species of humans that surround me. They are quiet, antisocial and seem to feed on the awkwardness of others.

It has been an awkward and strange half an hour for me here in the library. I arrive and have to climb about 5 sets of stairs to find a place where I can plug in my laptop, because I forgot to charge it. I find a spot, and face my first dilemma: Do I open my bag and pull out my laptop slowly and quietly, or fast and louder? It's just like that age old bandaid dilemma: to rip or not to rip. I am the sort of person to just rip it off. A moment of pain and then it is gone. So I use this to inform my decision now. I pull out my stuff quickly, and somewhat loudly. This is met with at least 5 sets of eyes now staring at me with the passion of oh, say 1000 flaming suns.

Minutes later, people recover and are back to their own world of study and such. My typing is now the loudest sound in the room. How do people turn their pages so silently? Now I face my next dilemma. Before this 5 stairwell trek to the abyss of student learning, I purchased for myself a bag of lollies, from the lolly shop. They are in a paper bag, which is not hard to open quietly. But should I do it? Should I open the bag and claim the gummies which are rightfully mine? I decide yes, of course and am met with more stares, as I attempt to open the bag quietly. I have never eaten a bag of lollies so slowly in my life.

I sneeze. Not for any particular reason, except for the fact that I am sicker than Clark Kent in that episode where he comes back from the Phantom Zone (pretty much a big inter-dimensional freezer). My sneeze is louder than when he discovers he has a super sneeze.

About 5 minutes ago someone's phone went off. Yes, Yoda informed everyone in the room that 'A message he has'.

Every time I sniffle, it's like a knife, searing through the silence.

I don't think I can take it.

I don't want to die in the barren land of silence.

If this is my last blog - I love you all.

Be random

Nikki.

The internet, another tanty and version 1.0

2009-03-11T17:54:00.000-07:00

The internet hates me.

I know what you are thinking, "Nicola, how could you hate the internet?" No. I LOVE the internet. I blog. I have a facebook. I now twitter. I have a myspace. I still email. (Although I have heard that email is on the outs now.) Google is my homepage. I have a Youtube account.

And yet...

The internet is unkind to me. So here is what happened.

For uni, we have to make this wiki about ourselves. Easy enough. As you all know, I love talking about myself almost as much as I love Dr Pepper. Or Doctor Who. So I am writing away and it is time to put in a link, to another wiki page. Unfortunately for me, my link wasn't working. So I do the most logical thing. I throw a tanty and ask the teacher for help. I do exactly what I did the first time and now it decides to work. Super. So I look like a complete dimwit. Thank you Mr internet.

Now, I have one main concern. I mean, what do you do when the internet is mad at you? How do you escape the internet? I imagine that this situation can only end in the style of Eagle Eye or iRobot. I am going to be hunted down. My facebook page will disappear. I won't exist anymore :o ! (I might still have my myspace page, but that doesn't count, right?) I won't be able to send tweets out, and people will think that I left the country, or worse, the planet! I won't be able to visit my youtube page and will lose all my 12 subscribers!

Oh well. Life goes on.

Nerdy Quote for the day:

'If at first you don't succeed; call it version 1.0'

be random

Nikki

Devil Urine, Birdsnest and Eyeball Papercuts

2009-03-11T15:35:00.000-07:00

When I wrote you last, I left as an optimist. But optimism is difficult. Especially when:

You're drinking a Dr Pepper and someone refers to it as the urine of Satan.
However, I remain strong. I have to. For the Doctor. For P-Dizzle. (Both references to Doctor pepper, in case you didn't catch that.)

The day after you wash your hair, it rains:
Result = Frown on my face, birdsnest on my head.

Someone tells you that you will most likely never be a published author:
Allow me for a moment to delve into my bag of nerdy space quotes and pull out this little beauty. I will first set the scene.

Hans Solo, C3PO, and Leah from futurama (I mean of course princess Leia, silly) are about to be blown into oblivion for some reason or another.

C3PO says: The odd of our survival are (Blurts out some insane million to one ration)

Hans Solo replies: Never tell me the odds. Leads them all to safety, gets the girl. Then gets frozen in Gold goop.

Well, ain't that a papercut on the eyeball... ha!

Until next time,

Be Random

Ever the optimist, Nikki

Awesomeness, Disks of power and Forgotten keys.

2009-03-04T14:58:00.000-08:00

So it's been a week since last I blogged, and I must apologize. It won't happen again. Ok, so maybe it will. But I will try.

Yesterday was an awesome day, but it's awesomeness was dragged down by some not-so-awesomeness. It was like the universe suddenly became pessemistic, like in that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where he wins a prize but knows something bad is just waiting, lurking around the corner.

First, I was able to buy Season 7 of Smallville. Yes, as much as I know that it stuffs around with the mythology and is at times a bit soapie- I just can't get enough. I am pretty much a nerd now huh? HOWEVER, on the way to get these six disks of power, my bus went completely in the wrong direction. Buses go on the busway. This bus felt the need to be individual and go against the grain. Or in this case, into traffic.

Second, I bought said six disks of radness, but then got home and couldn't get inside, BECAUSE I FORGOT MY KEY!!!

'So,' I hear you ask, (not really, this is the internet I can't actually hear you, that would be weird), 'How many episodes did you end up watching?'...

One and a half.
1.5
Uno y media
Yes, that last one was in Spanish.
I am cynical and bilingual.
1.5 out of 20 episodes...

Life is grand isn't it?

But at least I have the DVDs. And a house. And Transport. And food. And clothes. And... Ok, I think you get the picture.

So now I am going to spend the next week in super-dooper optimist mode.

I will let you know how that goes. (Although I know it is going to be just Peachy!

Be Random

Don't be pessy(mistic)

Nikki

Be cool, stay in school. Be cooler and Drink Dr Pepper.

2009-02-25T15:12:00.000-08:00

The Doctor is in... Doctor Pepper that is. Neither milk, nor honey has been offered to me in this promised land known as University. But alas, Dr Pepper. In a can. In the lolly shop.

Let me begin with my first experience of University. It is Wednesday morning of O-Week, and I wake up thinking that maybe, just maybe, I should go to Uni and find out what all the fuss is about. Well, evidently, rumours of such fuss have been greatly exaggerated. It's cold, raining and I have no flippin' clue where I am supposed to go. Spiffy. Welcome to University.

But then, the answer to everything. I walk into the refectory the next day. And there it is. High on a pedestal... okay, I mean a glass shelf. Dr. Pepper. I love university. And from here, it all seems to improve. There is later free Pizza, and heaps of people around not to talk to. And it doesn't rain. Life is good.

Yes, I know that you are wondering why I am posting this a full week after O-Week has finished. But I am a Uni kid now. I cannot simply be posting all the time... (Here I should mention that I am writing this during a tutorial... break)

Chill out. Have some Dr Pepper. And kids, be cool, stay in school.

Be Random

Nikki...

Spirals, being 'of the bloodsucking variety', and George.

2009-02-11T05:29:00.001-08:00

As I continue my ever-exciting spiral into complete nerd-o-dem, I often find myself asking myself the most stupid questions... Like who would win in a fight, Spiderman, or a can of Mortien? Why did 'Superman Returns' make me want to throw kriptonite flavoured popcorn at the screen? (No, I didn't actually have Kriptonite flavoured popcorn, but if ever I felt the urge to have some on hand, it was seeing the uber-depressingly toned excuse for a sequel/tribute/remake/whatever else they were trying to do in that movie... rant over) And finally, does a vampire count as a superhero/villain? I hear that sigh, and I see images of Edward Cullen spring to mind, along with the words, 'Not another Twilight psycho!'. But alas, as this blog won't even reference the good hearted undead clan from Twilight. Except just then. And again when I was referencing my other reference to... nevermind... you get the picture right?

The reason I even bring up the bloodsuckers at all is because word on the street is that there is going to be a Spiderman 4. And that the villain is going to be 'of the bloodsucking variety'. (I wasn't quoting anyone there, I just felt like highlighting that awesome non-reference to vampires.) Ok, so I didn't talk to anyone on the street. Well, not to any strangers anyway. And not about this. 'Word on the street' just happened to sound cooler than me saying, "My Empire Magazine tells me..." you see the difference right? How cool I am? (right!?)

SOOOO... I wonder where Mr Sam Raimia got the idea from? mmm?? (BTW, Sam Raimi is the Spiderman Movie creator... no Tobey Maguire isn't actually Spiderman folks... he puts his pants on one leg at a time too... Which, come to think of it, I am sure that Spiderman does also... The comics don't go into THAT much detail, so I guess we'll never know)

Anyways, my point is this: Vampire is the new black. (Traditionally Vampires wear black, or something like that, but that is beside my point and has absolutely nothing to do with anything I am trying to say.)

There are TV shows springing up, new books (no, I am not talking about that book that starts with T, and ends with 'wilight', and it's 3 sequels...) and probably more movies to come. bBt is nothing sacred? I am a fan of Stephanie Meyer's work, and she started something huge. But Spiderman, vs. a Vampire? That's pretty much Spiderman vs. a can of mortein, or at least I am guessing would have the same appeal as a movie of this title. But I could be wrong. I usually am. This vamp-villain dude, whose name is Morbious, was in the comics. But please Mr Raimi, if you are going to... grace the world with another Spiderman movie, do something a little different. (or you could do something really different and actually tell the WHOLE Gwen Stacey Story... or you could just show her face again and confuse us all)

But alas... I am not a movie maker, nor am a a superhero, vampire or even a very popular blogger. Just a Nerd in the making...

Anyways, I'm off to bed, to try and guess what they really will think of next.

I'm thinking... a bunch of highschool students, sing about stuff.... and this guy and this girl are like, epically in love, but they come from different social backgrounds, but alas they prove to the world that love, and a really good stylist, conquers all.

Oh wait, they did that... with Grease.... and High School Musical... But what if one of them was an ALIEN!!! By George, (who is George anyway) I think I have it..

Oh, If you haven't given up reading this...

be random

goodnight...

Nikki

Smart Blogs, Proverbial Horns and googling myself...

2009-02-10T04:44:00.000-08:00

So I'm back from the Abyss that was my holidays.... I start uni soon and will be blogging more often, having more things to put off and more procrastination blog entries...

But, being a uni kid, my blogs my start getting smarter. Heck, they might even start to make sense. So don't be alarmed... embrace the change, grab it by it's proverbial horns. (see there how I used a big word... :)) Life is full of change... so is my superman moneybox. Unfortunately, said change will be used for bus funds. That's right, I am a uni kid now, without a license, a car, and even if I had these aforementioned lovelies, without enough pennies to pay for parking. I have to however, scrap together all of my pennies to pay Mr. Bus man. That was a nice segue right? From my blog, to studenthood to bus people. My blogs are smarter already. Class adjourned. Todays lesson: Don't write Blogs late at night, unless you have something to write about other than segues... really, don't do it.

On another note I am opening a donation fund entitled "save Nikki, the starving student from a life of taking smelly buses".... please donate! No, I'm kidding. Donate to the red cross, or someone who is helping the people who have recently lost their homes in the bushfires. If you don't know what is happening, google it.

Anyways, I'm off to google myself and see if I have hit the Big Time yet.

laters Potaters...

Be Random

Nikki.

Facebook, breakups, and oh yeah, you're evil

2009-01-30T05:16:00.001-08:00

you gotta love facebook. I mean, there is just something wonderful about letting every single person that you know certain things. I never used to use facebook much, because, yes I was not pleased with the controversial layout change. Plus, every time I log in, there are always a thousand (yes, that is a hyperbole, I don't actually know a thousand people who use facebook). But, in short, I got over it. I had to. Times have changed. It's a new dawn, a new day, and I really, really wanted everyone I know to see that I passed the IB the other day, and facebook provided me with a beautiful solution. Since then, I must confess, I'm a facebooker... However, socialising is just the tip of the iceberg. In fact there are several new uses that I have discovered for this awesome site, in just a few short days.

Breaking up with someone:

While this is a terrible, horrible thing to do, it is the cowards own platform to break someone's heart. With a simple change of the status to "Bobby hates Patty's stinking guts" and quick change of your Relationship to "single", Patty will soon get the message. Even better, other people will also get the message, meaning that there will be no call for awkward conversations including: "Hey Bobby, hows things with Patty." Simple, quick and easy.

Posting embarrassing pictures (of someone else of, course):

This is pretty much a two for one deal, because, not only can you simply post an embarrassingly awful picture of someone looking ridiculous, but you can let every single person that you both know about it at the SAME TIME!!!!!!! Soon everyone will be able to view this picture and see your friend (or enemy... just saying) in a whole new light. Well done. You are officially the devil. Thanks to facebook.

And last but not least, you can confuse people with completely criptic status updates:

Some of my personal favorites involve cheese, cookies and shamelessly advertising my blog... although as you can see, that hasn't panned out so well so far...

Just when you thought it was safe to go on the internet... you see the dark side of facebook. Maybe Myspace is safer... *sigh* another post, another time

be random

nikki

Licenced to LEARN!!

2009-01-18T03:30:00.000-08:00

After an entire evening of studying, I finally felt ready! Ready to take on the road, or a least the test that would allow me to learn to take on the road... woohhoo........

So I went for my L's this week. Actually the test took me five minutes and I totally ACED it! Okay, so maybe I got one wrong. Okay, two. So I Queened it... or something like that... Moving on.

So now I can learn to drive. So, from now on, I have to advise you all that there is something you should never do again. And that is, NEVER walk on the footpath again. Or the road. But I need you all to be prepared for my terrible coordination and wonderfully slow learning rate.... Please, think of the children.

Be Random

Nikki

not a really funny post

2009-01-06T12:55:00.000-08:00

AHHHHHHHHHH!!! My entire future is ruined. All hope is lost.... I cannot go on...

I am totally kidding. I just got my end of school results...

I got a 29...

I know what you are all thinking. (Well I can guess) "The OP system only goes to 22" or something. Actually, I don't know how high it goes because I didn't do it.... so please forgive my ignorance. Actually, for those people who are not 'clued up' about the IB (international baccalaureate) the higher the better... so this is about a OP of 9... which I am happy with..

k i have to go back to bed now...

(the results were released at 5:30am) (AM!!)

be random

sorry this post wasn't uberly funny!

Nikki

random ramblings....... oh how cliche

2008-12-22T05:19:00.000-08:00

There are a few very dangerous things about starting a blog. There are two main dangers in particular. First, there is the danger that your blog becomes amazingly popular and thousands upon thousands of people learn about your obscure fear of photoshop, roaches and revolving doors. Second is that danger that you have only one fan, named Albert, who becomes so obsessed with your blog that he responds to your posts 3 times within 3 minutes, finds out your phone number and sends you texts consisting of "BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG NOW LOL".

However, I am throwing caution to the wind, watching Scrubs and typing with great speed the first thing that comes into my head. FISH AND CHUPS. Let's see where this takes us.

Yes, here I remain, still typing, without a plan, using an excessive amounts of commas. Sorry, I just got caught up in one of JD's kah-razy imagination bits.

Update: I just shuffled about 3 centimeters. And sneezed. Okay, I didn't actually sneeze, I just added that for interest.

There is a Christmas Tree just meters away from me, with presents underneath it. How exciting!

Anyways, I think that I have exhausted all my thoughts. Goodbye, and HAPPY Christmas and a Merry New Year.

be random

nikki

Brains, syllables and daytime television

2008-12-09T19:23:00.000-08:00

So, I survived the The Roach. I lived to tell the tale, to enjoy the wonders of love, laughter, life and daytime television.

The other day, I flicked on the television to see Oprah. This was one of those episodes where she wasn't making happy faces, and adding 7 syllables to every singlllllleee woooorrrd she was SAYYYIIIINNGG. Whilst waving her hands. No, this was at the other end of the spectrum. It was one of those depressing, meaningful episodes, so much so that I had no idea what the episode was about. However, I did see one thing that struck me as strange and mildly disturbing. Oprah had brains. Yes, I realise she is an intelligent woman. I mean she had real brains. Human brains. On the set. Of her show. So I am trying to eat my lunch, and some woman on the television is waving BRAINS in my face.

Thanks Oprah.

What has happened to daytime Television. What happened to the strange workings of old TV shows that were once canned, but out of pity were given the daytime slots to relive their glory days?

I want them back!

Oprah, please get rid of those brains.

be random

Nikki

Terrible Dispositions, Brooms and Stoicism

2008-12-09T04:48:00.000-08:00

It is 10:48pm. At night. And I have to get up at 6:30am. In the morning.

Why am I awake? Allow me to answer this with a question. What has 6 legs, a terrible disposition, and a sincere disliking for me? A slimy, conniving, cunning, planning, devilish little cockroach. What has two thumbs and hates this aforementioned beast? Imagine here, that I cockily point to myself with my two extended thumbs and exclaim, "This girl".

I am sitting on my bed, armed with a broom. Oh yes, for years I have been deluded enough to think that each time I come up against this beastly creature armed with a shoe of some sort, that I will be able to place myself within a close enough proximity to utilize this shoe as a weapon. But now, I am being honest with myself, and the broom allows me to attack the beast any place it may appear in my room. Unless of course it is upon my person. Then screaming, running out of the room and jumping into the neighbour's pool, will become my plan of action.

You may laugh. But I have underestimated this creature. The search and destroy mission has not been without casualties. After up-ending everything on my desk, (Yes, everything is quite literally all over my bedroom floor, hopefully now acting as numerous obstacles for the little beast before it can reach me) I employed the assistance of my cats. Both failed, even after I locked them in the room on the search and destroy mission. The first kitty scampered away, clearly not ready for the mission field, hiding under my sisters bed, at the other end of the house. She was not agent of the month. Then I employed the bravery, stoicism and utter stupidy ussually resulting in the consumption of insects, or my other cat. This resulted in a great howl after I stepped on his tail and then a 'thump' as he ran headfirst into the door. I see the stupidity, but where is the stoicism?

So here I sit, me and my broom. An enemy in our territory. Crawling over my things. Putting its six horrible, icky legs all over the numerous faces of the Jonas Brothers on my wall.

I need a hero.

I have a broom.

Be random.

Nikki

Holidays, Mucas and facilities for people who refer to themselves in the third person

2008-12-07T18:30:00.000-08:00

Holidays... What can I say?

No really, I have no idea what to blog about. None. Nada. Zippo. Zero. Give me Some help here.

SO.. I woke up at 11:57am this morning.... rolled out of bed, spent an hour on the sims 2, whilst surfing the web (using my mac for web and pc for sims.... because you can't really do both at the same time on one computer.), blowing my nose repeatedly and flicking the different channels on the television. Gee, ain't holidays grand? Technically, since I am finished school forever... this should be the best holidays ever, because school is over... sing with me now:

"Oh joy the witch is dead,
Which witch, the IB witch" x2

But alas, without the severe need to procrastinate in order to have any sort of enjoyment, I am at a loss at finding something to do. Hang on, I have to go blow my nose again.... There, all better. I love being sick on the holidays. 'Tis the season to be mucasy." Whether or not 'mucasy' is a word is not the issue here.

Anyways.... where was I? Oh right. There. Two stars to the right and on till morning. Or somewhere to that effect. So I have started to right a book. Yes, the lifelong dream of anyone who wants to write a book. I'm not going to tell you what it is, because then my one reader would know the entire plot and attempt to either: Write the book first, start a spoiler site, or laugh profuriously. These are things I do not wish to happen.

So next time, my one reader asks "Why has Nikki not posted today?" The answer is ussually one of these:

*Her acting career has taken off and she has been flown to the set of Smallville, Supernatural or Gossip Girl. Or Doctor Who. Or to the new set of Sailor Moon. (which no, does not exist)

*She is writing a book

*She doesn't like you.

*She has moved to a facility for people who continually refer to themselves in the third person

Any of those.

Well I am off to pack for that facility.

Toodles.

Be random

Nikki.

Doctors, Digs and those Dang Doors

2008-11-30T00:22:00.000-08:00

What would the doctor do?

I am in a pickle at the moment... See, I have just discovered that I have delved myself deeper into a state of nerdiness than ever before. I have an anouncement:

I went to a Doctor Who party.

In a Public Place.

In costume.

And I got beaten out for a costume prize by a 7 year old. I did get a poster though.

But wait there's more... There was a life size TARDIS. And a Dalek too. And I could Identify both of them. All of this almost made me late for my own graduation mind you. I think that it is too late. There is no hope now. I am a Nerd without a cause. Without a hope. Without a clue. But I can't say I mind much. I like nerdy things. In fact, I think that nerds have more fun. And here's why:

1. Nerds can read books with pictures, and away with it.

The comic book, otherwise know as the 'Lazy Man's Novel', the 'Graphic Novel' or el libro de comica... (Ok I made that last one up) is a great example of smart people working smarter and not harder. Why read a 300 page book, when you can read pages with less that 50 words on them and graphic displays of mighty power, strength and wit? Why watch a two and a half hour movie, that you are not sure deserves your time, when you can read a Graphic Novel in under half an hour, whilst boosting your Nerd-Cred? I heart Comic Books. No, I spleen them. And I liver them.

2. Nerdy guys always get the girl.

Fashion, as I have said, is a revolving door. And right now it is revolving in the direction of nerd. Have you seen those black rimmed glasses that are SHRN? (So hot right now... for those who aren't as clued in as me.) And those shirts at Supré and Jay Jays at the moment? Ok so I shop at Jay Jay's for one purpose. Okay, two purposes: Cheap Clothing and Superhero T-Shirts. But now they have this new shirt, as well as Supré that says "I heart Nerds" or something of that equivilent. You can't argue with fashion. Or that revolving door will hit you in the butt.

3. Nerdy people have friends, who are equally nerdy and therefore boost their nerdiness.

Ok, so I am not completely sure about this one, but I do know that there were tons of people at the Dr Who dig that were in some fan club where they (and I now quote, from their flyer) "discuss Dr Who in a Friendly Environment" WOW. If all I had to do was join a fan club to get some pals, then I am there! (Except their next meeting was at during schoolies. Too bad)

(That was sarcasm by the way)

(Okay, I did want to go a bit.)

(Okay, alot)

Anyways, I am not ashamed to be a nerd. I like it. Besides, I don't think I classify as a complete nerd right? I mean nerds don't sit in front of their computers for extended periods of time writing blogs about Dr Who, and then making lists and using sarcasm.

Oh Snap.

Be random

Nikki the sometimes Nerdy.

Veronica Mars, Doctors and Daleks.

2008-11-10T04:29:00.000-08:00

To the extraodinarily scarce followers that I may or may not have,

You may, or may not, have noticed that have not posted in just over a week. Well this my friends, is due to a small thing I like to call: Final Grade 12 Exams. Ahh yes, exams suck, but they are a part of life, just like those stupid previews before the movie that you want to see. You know the ones. That spa that you have never even heard of and have absoloutely no wish to visit in the near, or far future. That burger place, that you will also never visit. That mowing man that looks sort of too attractive to be a mowing man, and you are sure that he is actually a look-a-like of that dude off of Veronica Mars, but you can't be certain. Exams. They suck.

But as I attempt to seguay into something that is not so suck-tastic. Doctor Who.

You see, a few posts ago, and I may put a link in here if I actually learn how to, I spoke about nerds, in the form of Star Wars obsessed, nearing the age where it is certainly unnacceptable to still be living with your parents.

But alas, I think I may have crossed over to the other side. I have become a nerd. As you can tell by my lack of linkage above, I am not a computer nerd. No. I am not quite a Star Wars nerd. Although, thinking about it, I know far too much about those movies. I have become that-weird-chic-with-the-dalek-pencil-sharpener. Let me begin at the beginning.

Friday, November 7th 2008. I have just completed a maths exam. And when I say completed, I actually mean answered 3 out of 5 questions completely wrongly. (Is wrongly a word.... clearly not an English Nerd.. Ha that rhymed. Maybe I am one after all.) Anyway, It is 4 pm. I have fallen into a state of complete shut-down. I hate maths. Alot. And I just failed a maths test. My final maths test. (I really try to keep these blogs happy and light, but every rose has its thorns. I think. Nope not a flower nerd either)I walk into my front door. I open my computer. And there it is. On my desktop. Doctor Who. I know why it is there. I put it there. But I have never watched it. I open the file. I lay on my bed. And I watch Doctor Who. The first episode confuses me. The second interests me. And by the third, I have fallen into complete nerdodem. (I know that isn't a word. Its called poetic licence people.)

The next day I was seeking out the Classic series on Amazon. And just today I found out about a party at the ABC shop, celebrating the Doctor's 45th Birthday. And contemplating dressing up as a Blue Police phone box. And just moments ago, I was looking at Dalek figurines online.

I have been lost to the nerd side.

Save me Doctor!

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Don't be a Dalek.

Nikki

Christmas Music, Grandmas, Raindeer and Christmas Queer Eye

2008-11-02T04:04:00.000-08:00

So, at work today I heard it. It brightened my soul like so few things can do. It made me hyperactive, retrieving the ever hidden (OK so not ALL THAT hidden) inner child, that is ever so squished by social, educational and other expectations. CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!! There is nothing like it! Just writing about it makes me giddy. Christmas is like, my favourite thing EVER!!! However, Christmas is not christmas without several weird and wacky traditions that I have....

-I haul out ever single christmas movie that I can find in the house, as well as all the episodes of every box set we have that relate to Christmas in any way shape or form.

This takes quite a while, but is like 5 cups of Christmas Spirit!

-Similarly, I watch every Christmas movie on the TV that I possibly can.

-I pull out Christmas craft books and make the stupidest looking christmas craft things/decorations/I-have-no-idea-what-that-is-supposed-to-be-looking things. This makes me more cheery than Santa on V.

- I pull out every single Christmas CD and play them non-stop

I never tire of hearing 'Grandma got run over by a raindeer' and 'The 12 days of Christmas in Asia-minor'. EVER.

- I go shopping - ALOT. Especially to centres that have really shiny decorations

Great for the soul, Not so much for the wallet

-This one is weird, but me and my sister constantly rearrange the layouts of the presents under the tree.

- We drive around/walk and look at the Christmas lights. And take pictures that will clog up my phone memory, and will be deleted the next day...

On Christmas morning though, I have a set plan every year.

1. Wake up at 5am. Try to wake sister. (who is 6 years my junior). Sister wakes, looks in stocking, then rolls over to sleep again.

2. After looking in my stocking, I go out to the lounge room, look at the tree, and then watch the American TODAY show, which shows some pagent.

3. At 7 O'Clock, all bets are off. See, in my house there is only one rule on Christmas morning: No waking Mum or Dad before 7am. I run through the house, and wake up everyone, in an overwhelming flurry of Christmas Cheer.

Life is good. Christmas is better.

Be Random

Nikki

Distractions, Decisions and Mouth Foam

2008-10-30T23:26:00.001-07:00

It is often the case, in the highly distractive environments of parties, school or at the dinner table when one may realize that everyone has suddenly stopped listening to their 'FANTASTICALLY amusing/funny/meaningful experience or story' and has begun to have conversations with others. Therein lies the dilemna. Once you realise, mid-story, that no one is actually listening to you do you:

a) stop talking, mid sentence, which may cause the drawing of attention to the storyteller in question (That would be you) and people may realise what has happened, and what was the causation of this event occuring.

b) continue talking, even if no one is listening, which may allow you to appear to any other unsuspecting family members, partygoers or friends (often your family members are the only partygoers and your only friends, but let's not think about that now) that you are infact, insane.

or at least showing early signs of such a condition.

What is a girl to do?

OR maybe, one could come up with more interesting stories....

I go with B. Because people already think I am insane, it almost a social expectation. And I always live up to and exceed expectation. So I leave you now, to procure some mouth foam. People are far more likely to believe that one is in a state of insanity if one has mouth foam.

BREHRAandom

that was crazy speak for 'Be random'

Nikki...

'How to save a life'

2008-10-28T22:38:00.000-07:00

SO today, I had my first kiss, and I can't say it was all that wonderful. What a great way to start a blog! You hooked now? Are you? Taking interest and pleasure in my complete romantic inadequacies? Well sorry to let you down , but I shared the kiss with a small faced dude with a red chest. And after, I gave him CPR. No, he didn't die of joy, nor did he pass from the terrible shame of kissing someone at least 5 times his height. It was a CPR dummy. Yes, I learned how to save a life today. 30 compressions followed by two breaths. Or is it the other way around?

OH SNAP!! I forgot already.... So don't stop breathing around me. please...

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nikki

Procrastination, Economics and Other Big Words

2008-10-28T04:01:00.000-07:00

I heart procrastination. I think that is the solution to all the worlds problems. The energy crisis: if nobody actually ended up using electricity because they were busy procrastinating then there wouldn't be one. The economical crisis: If everyone was busy procrastinating by spending money on pointless items, then the retailers would be happy and the economy would be happy too. The Global warming thing: If we were all busy procrastinating, rather than driving, using great amounts of energy and burning tyres in our backyard, then this would not be occuring. On the other hand, if we were too busy procrastinating when Al Gore hit the big screen, then we wouldn't even know about it.

Thus, I have decided that procrastination is forever going to be my best friend, right next to diamonds, my dog, and my spanish dictionary.

I might write some more... later.

be random...

Nikki

Songs, spanish and spitting out knowledge

2008-10-26T03:08:00.000-07:00

So I haven't been posting lately. I have this tiny, small, pesky object in my life called 'Final Exams'. Oh. How. Exciting. Anyways, I have spent the time I should have been studying listening to the beatles, bluetoothing my phone ringtones only to find that a) my phone is dodge and has like 3mb of space. or b) the songs I send from my laptop to my phone are in the wrong format. Music is music man! Who cares about the format? My Nokia, obviously.

But I have corrected myself, and my time management and have now begun to study for my exams. Here is what I have discovered while studing maths:

1. While I have no idea what the heck an Asymptote is, it reminds me of the sims and beach bags.
2. Circling 'x' and saying 'here it is' is no a substantial answer for the question: "Find x"
3. My graphics calculator dislikes me, and prefers the phrase ' Syntac error' rather than the actual answer.

And in English:

1. Thomas Hardy and Charlotte Bronte have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in common.
2. Poems about houses are ussually metaphorical.
3. and in the words of my English teacher: an essay about such a poem is not a game of "spot the metaphor" unfortunately.

In Design Technology:

1. My teacher no longer believes in the existence of atoms. Which helps me SO MUCH when I have to explain the structure of one.
2. I will never understand what a catalytic converter is.
3. Green technology is not a green convertable. Darn.

And finally Spanish:

1. No se nada sobre España o Español.
2. No peudo escribir en español.
3. No puedo leer en español.

So that sums up my entire existence at present. All this for 9 exams. 9 exams that may as well be titled: 'Spit-out-all-the-knowledge-you-have-absorbed-in-the-past-2-years-unless-you-haven't-been-listening-then-too-bad-for-you-mwwaaahahahahahahaahah'

Life is good. And then exams come.

Be random

Nikki

Hiros, drama and severed limbs

2008-10-08T03:34:00.000-07:00

So, the newest season of Heroes just started on the TV... the third season. This should be awesome. Its one of my favorite shows. It helps me fill my weekly quota of super-hero nerdiness and kitchen sink drama in just one hour. But alas, I haven't seen the second season. Don't you hate that? You miss a few episodes of a show, and suddenly the characters that were alive are dead, and those that were in the land of the living are now six foot under. Anyway, back to me and my life... I have seen a few snippets here and there of the second series, but at the time it was showing on the TV, I was busy being 'studeous' and doing assignments, studying for exams. Not as half as fun as joining Hiro make that funny face, or Claire getting cut open and then 1 minute later having a completely flawless limb/face/whatever was cut open/off/squished/dislocated. However, my knowledge that the teams powers supposedly now come from their adrenal glands, the heritage of Hiro's sword or the concept of cell regeneration will not help me pass my final exams and at the time was no help at all for my assignments.

So here is the dilemma. Do I a) watch this new season so that when I do end up watching the second season in its entirety ( and I will), I know the outcomes of each character? OR b) miss these episodes, so that once I watch the second series, I will have to wait for the release of the box set to see the new episodes?

Oh the drama of life's decisions. And then there's those dreaded exams I have to do in like, 4 weeks.

No big deal...

(sarcasm is my friend)

be random

Nikki

Birthdays, Beauties and Bad reality TV...

2008-09-22T04:10:00.000-07:00

So yes, the rumours are true... I have turned 18. I am now an adult. Well, as far as the government is concerned anyway. I can vote... all I need is an election and bam! My .000000000000000000000000002% will miraculously sway the entire polls to the way I think things should be! Snotty private school kids* will part like the red sea, and stand up for me on the bus!

OK so none of that will really happen... but I can dream can't I? So...

I am on school holidays... yes, allow me to clarify the fact that I am 18 years old AND in grade 12.... AT THE SAME TIME!! Wow! Goodo! or as Hiro would say "Save the cheerleader... Save the world"

Back to reality... ahem... We all know what school holidays means right? NO BEDTIME!! So it' getting closer to midnight, but seeing as I slept in this morning, I am not actually tired one bit! Plus I am all grown up and totallly brave and mature enough to stay up late. I turn on the TV. There is a show on called "Beauty and the Geek". My first thoughts: "Only in america" My second thoughts: "" (OK I had no second thoughts because I was engrossed in the beautiful representation of human life in a realistic situation on the screen before me...)

So here is a basic rundown of the show. There are 8 Beautiful chicks (mostly bottle blonde and all models or pagent queens) and 8 Nerdy guys (must I explain... really?) and they are paired up with one another to make 8 teams of two... get it? got it? good... By this stage there are only two teams left... I have no idea and do not wish to comprehend what the teams are trying to achieve or how they win/lose... just how they play the game. This weeks activities involved each partner showing the other partner a hobby of theirs. But before this happened there was an ad break. I hate ad breaks... especially at midnight. So I made up the rest of the show in my head. The conversation would consist of the following:

Nerd: Here is my action figure collection

Beauty: WOW! We have something in common... I used to play with dolls too!

Nerd: No, these are not dolls, they are Action Figures.

Beauty: Omygosh this one is soooo cute... But we have to change this outfit... Black is out, and leather... eww.

Nerd: PUT DOWN DARTH VADER!!!

Beauty: But why keep him in this ugly box?

Nerd: Because he is a very expensive collectable. NO! STOP! DON'T OPEN THE BOX!!

[Gasping is heard, a ventalin dispenser grasped and an emergency ad break arrives.]

End Of Activity...

Guess what the dude's real hobbie was---

He was in a band...

That sang songs...

About STAR WARS.

More precisely: clones and how they are not robots... They have feelings too y'all! On the way to a Grammy for sure.

[Laughter is heard followed by gasping. A ventlin dispenser is retrieved]

Sorry about that... I am allergic to Irony. After watching an entire episode I found that for a show attempting to bridge past stereotypes and build relationships, so people could see past the external and into each others souls, so much so that together, people could learn to respect each other and ... stuff... It was HILARIOUS!!!!

I have nothing against NERDs... Nerds are the new black this season, or so I've heard. Besides the Nerds weren't as half as...laughable as the beauties. But hey, if that's all it takes to get on the television, SIGN ME UP!!!

Question is, would I be a Nerd? Or A beauty?

Or should I try and achieve something real with my life?

NAH.. What a shame they canceled Big Brother...

Be random

Nikki

P.S. Darth Vader was framed.

*Not all private school kids are snotty just some**

** If you are reading this and are a private school kid... I don't think YOU are snotty, just all the others

University, Universal Stupidity and the Great Australian Way

2008-09-10T19:32:00.000-07:00

Applying for university, what a blast! Knowing that with just one slip of the hand, or even a finger, could mean that you apply for a 'Bachelor of Dog psychology' Instead of "Bachelor of Drama." Don't get me wrong I don't think that the study of Dog Psychology is not necessarily a noble one. However, I am not such a noble person that I actually consider on a regular basis my Border Collie's passive aggressive behavior and the reasoning behind this. I can safely say, that I don't really care all that much.

Not only is there this danger, but there is also the danger that you have an epiphany, and your whole entire future suddenly makes sense in one moment. But you have to change your university preferences. And this all happens on October 1st. What happens if you see a documentary that morning, about the riveting world of dog psychology and your life suddenly has new meaning? But of course, in your superficial take on the study of a dog's brain, you stupidly selected drama as a more interesting future path.

So your entire future is on the line. But, no pressure. Just be chill. It's the great Australian Way.

Be random

Nikki

Boxed Chocolates, Buses and Brats with violent tendencies.

2008-09-08T03:45:00.000-07:00

Life is nothing like a box of chocolates ya'll... chocolates are yum... or if they aren't you can take a bite and shove them back in the box. However, with life, you just have to eat whatever is shoved on your plate... and it tastes nothing like chocolate. You can't palm the gross ones off to your little sister, who thinks you are so kind for your gracious gift. You just have to take it. That is what I have learned. Today. On the bus...

So I get on the bus... There are a few seats up the back, but I decide that no. 1 - I have a bag the size of Kentucky with me with all my school supplies. and no. 2- some snooty university student is likely to stand next to me and stare me down, in order to scare me in to giving up my seat... even though they paid the exact same amount for the trip as I did.

So I parked my bag in the rack thingo and stood tall, hitting my head on those annoying handle things for those unfortunate souls who have to stand and hold on for dear life while a crazed bus driver who doesn't know how to correctly use the brakes causes the bus to jerk like a bad pop dancer who has just learned to crump. I listen to my headphones. All is well in the world.

DUM-DUM-DUM

I am innocently bopping along to my music, when someone steps on my foot, yelling a highly exaggerated 'OOWW. Omygosh that SOOO hurt". I turn, in great pain to see a girl, with enough make-up to rival a pussy-cat-doll, so it was hard to tell her age, who is grabbing her foot and limping to a seat that someone just offered to her. She is wearing a school uniform. Did I mention that? Joy...

Then I hear it. She is complaining to her friend about how, "That Private School Brat just fully stepped on my foot and like, didn't even apologize." She starts winging about how stressed she is about her upcoming grade 11 exams.

No. 1: I am in grade 12 and have two weeks of exams at the moment, and today had to speak for 10 minutes in fluent Spanish. Oh how stressful her grade 11 exams must be.

No. 2: I go to a STATE school. And I manage to do it without wearing a bucketload of make-up thankyouverymuch.

No. 3: Every single person in the bus now thinks I am some sort of selfish-little-brat. With Violent tendencies (Although you can't really call me little, seeing as how I am an almost-18-year-old and 5 foot 10)

Try and swallow that Forest Gump

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Non-Violent Nikki

Fashion, doors, business people and water cooler gossip

2008-09-05T06:52:00.000-07:00

They say Fashion is a revolving door... If it was, it would certainly hit me in the face. The truth is, I fear revolving doors. For me, there would be few worse fates than that of becoming trapped to eternally 'revolve' in a revolving door, to walk in circles, watching others blaze on by, jeering at your sheer lack of capability to go through a door. This terrible fate has never been bestowed upon me , but I have to wonder: What is the purpose of the revolving door? Its a door- that goes around in circles... Where is the logic?! A door opens and closes. That is its function and convention. Why did some smartypants have to go and make a circular door? Now I not only have to look at these doors, avoid these doors and fear these doors, but I have to answer questions about them on maths exams... I love trigonometry and circle questions about doors. My whole childhood foundations of the rectangle door on the Playschool homemade houses and such are being shaken. This concerns me greatly.

I have numerous concerns when it comes to these revolving doors however... other than the trigonometric details, and the lingering fear of eternal revolving...

Mostly, I am scared that I am going to walk too fast, and the person behind me is going to be hit in the butt with a door. Not even possible with a conventional door, might I mention. With a normal door you can't hit someone in the butt, especially if it is a super uptight business person who is well experienced in the art of entering a building through a revolving door and may respond to this unexpected event by exploding in a wild flurry of business papers, hairspray, ugly black pumps and finally, a sincere hatred for that unwanted gesture of unnecessary violence. It's also another way for me to look really stupid...

I also fear that I will walk to slow, and I will get hit in the butt with a door. (I must say I haven't tried this with a normal door...But then again, who has?) Then the same hypothetical business person will laugh at me, so hard that their perfecting applied, business-standard-eyeliner will start running. Then they will tell all there friends over the water cooler about that stupid kid that got hit in the butt with a door... Whoever said any attention is good attention - lied. I don't want to be the water cooler gossip! Not for being hit in the butt with a door! Or even worse, if I walk to fast and get hit in the face. That's almost as bad as walking into a pole. No, it's worse. Because it's a DOOR!!! Poles are the international #1-stupid-thing-to-run-into. Doors don't even rate on this list. So running into a door would mean that you are stupider than the typical person who runs into things. Greaaaat.

Boycott the Revolving Door. Don't become water cooler gossip. Use a door with a handle.

Be random

nikki

That Dang Ice Cream

2008-09-03T03:27:00.000-07:00

So today Mum bought the most UBER flavour of Ice-Cream ever. It was called 'Goody Goody Gumdrops' and was like Banana and Pink flavour... (I don't know what the pink was, but I don't question greatness.) It even had little jelly bits in it... SO GOOD. Anyways, it was the best thing ever... Until of course, I finished it. The bottom of the bowl is a gloomy place, dear friends. It was an unfortunate occasion. The best invention in the world (even better than my light up santa - Last post) was done and dusted. I could no longer honour it, because I had consumed it. My childhood memories disappeared with the yellow, pink and jelly moosh. A moments silence for the mooshy goodness please...

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NOW... I want to talk about something even more interesting than my dietary choices..

E-Mail Forwards .

Oh yes, I heard that groan. They fill up your inbox, and usually stick around for awhile, if like me you are too wussy to delete them. I am an expert on these little wonders, that spread throughout inboxes faster than lice in a schoolyard.

When I was younger, reckless and naiive... and by that of course I mean two years ago... I used to love forwards, spam, anything that padded my inbox and made me look more social than some. Nowadays, I have taken a different view, one of sincere distaste and horror. But I have a plan, a strategy, if you will, for avoiding these horrible little terrors.

First of all there is the "If-You-Are-Really-My-Friend-You-Will-Send-This-To-Eleventy-Seven-People-Including-Me-But-This-Is-Not-A-Chain-Letter' emails... I will call it 'IYARMFYWSTTESPIMBTINACL' for short... or not. Anyway these email are targeted towards friends, or complete randoms that you feel a certain connection too. They usually consist of pretty pictures that take a year and a half to load, only to discover that the quality of them is worse than that of Sizzlers rat poison salad (everyone remember that? hehe).
They have a seemingly heartfelt, warm and fuzzy message, telling you how much you are loved and usually finish with something akin to:

"now send this to 5784 people in .37 seconds, or a snake will bite your head off/your crush will find out you are stalking him and get a restraining order/you will have a bazillion years bad luck/nothing will happen, but I will know that you aren't my friend... *SNIFF*"

These are the ones that i usually end up keeping in my inbox because I don't want to get a bazillion years bad luck, but at the same time, don't want to spam 5784 people who will hate me for life.

how to avoid them:

move to Siberia and become a hermit
become a nun/monk and never touch a piece of technology again
have no friends...

very appealing options I know... the hermits life for me!

also annoying is the email-you-thought-was-funny-the-first-hundred-times-you-got-it. Or EYTWFTFHTYGI... These usually consist of a funny story, a few jokes (blonde and police jokes seem to be the most common here) or a few strange, but hilariously true facts. They are funny... until you receive your hundred and first forward of the same email.

Ways to avoid them:
Become a hermit and move to Siberia
Dye your hair blonde, become a police officer, and suddenly find everything so offensive that no one will ever joke with you again
Move to Siberia and become a Hermit

Lastly for tonight, there is the, If-I-Die-Tomorrow-I-Want-You-To-Know... whatever it says in this completely impersonal forward. This is pretty much a lovey-dovey, you mean so much to me, message that someone else wrote, but you are being sent because someone thinks you are special. Gee, thanks. You are nice enough to send me the heartfelt words of some bored teenager who wrote this message. Super.

How to avoid these:
Move to Siberia and become a hermit (looking more and more appealing)
Only make friends with people who will DEFINITELY live forever, and therefore won't send you this message. (but then you will have to deal with the If-YOU-die-Tomorrow-I-Just-Want-You-To-Know-email)
Sever all relationships so no-one will actually want to say anything to you before they die.

So I moving to Siberia to become a hermit. Who want to come with? We can be hermits together!

be random

nikki

Photoshop and Keeping your cool.

2008-08-31T05:30:00.000-07:00

So I pretty much suck at keeping my cool... when I was younger, I used to throw massive tantrums that could probably rival that of Cruella Devill. Tonight I was revisited by this terrible beast called the tantrum. Have you heard of Photoshop? - yes that program that everybody knows how to use. Well everybody, that is, except for me evidently. It's a graphics program where you can draw and edit pictures and... whatever else you can do on there. So here I am, given a simple task. Draw 5 pictures of something you invent to end the world energy crisis. Simple enough, right? HA... and I say HA again. So here I am thinking, SIMPLE! I have invented a light up Santa Claus (long story... not enough time to explain how that will end the world energy crisis, but it looks spiffy) and I just have to draw just how this marvelous invention will work. And here I am, an almost 18 year old student staring down Photoshop, showing no fear... armed with the knowledge that no souped up version of paint could ever get the better of me. I am even armed with a $600 graphics tablet. And the pen-thingy-magig-that-comes-with-the-graphics-tablet of course.

I move in. I begin to draw Santa Claus. (OK I was tracing it... I really can't draw) Oops, I make a Mistake... It's all good. I'll just erase it, with the eraser tool. Well it turns out the eraser really is a tool. It just spreads a pink mess, all over the picture. Now it looks like Santa has been attacked by that blonde guy from the Fab 5! I try to erase some more, but the mess just gets worse. "It's OK..." I tell myself. I have obviously pushed a wrong button somewhere. So I will just start again. The same result, only this time, it has more of a Perez Hilton Vibe. Another try, another shade of coral pink. "IT'S OKAY" I tell myself, "It's just a computer program. You are bigger than this!" Obviously I was Lying to myself, because I then proceeded to pick up the pen thingy-magig-that-comes-with-the-graphics-tablet and throw it across the table. I don't feel any better. It then occurs to me that this pen-thingy-magig-that-comes-with-the-graphics-tablet alone is worth $60, so I go and pick it up and ensure that I haven't broken it. I was lucky. This time. It won't happen again.

I start with a Snowman this time, another one of my brilliant creations that will end the world energy crisis. But alas, no success. Maybe if I just use the Circle tool, and draw him that way. No mistakes, no eraser. The circles are pink. It's as if Perez knows that I haven't actually looked at his blog in days because there has been no Jonas news. He is possessing my computer and attacking me in an onslaught of pink madness. That's it. The Last Straw. I gently place the pen-thingy-magig-that-comes-with-the-graphics-tablet on the table, pick up a regular pen-with-ink-that's-not-worth-$60-only-worth-$2.50 across the room. I don't feel any better.

One More Try. How hard can this be. I find this answer less than appealing. So unappealing in fact that I once again place the pen-thingy-magig-that-comes-with-the-graphics-tablet down on the table, slam shut my laptop lid, and run to my room, so I can slam a door. This makes no difference. I don't feel any better. I trip over something, screaming in pain. It's my school diary. The page is flipped open to a plastic sleeve filled with information cards entitled 'How to Say sorry' and 'How to Reach Your Goals'. Picking it up, I see one that says 'Keeping Your Cool'. I read the back. "Take 10 deep breaths." Well if this assignment wasn't due tomorrow and I had time to take 10 deep breaths, I wouldn't have this problem then would I? But, I take 10 deep breaths. No result. I don't feel better. "Count to 10, 50 or even 100." I do all three. No, I don't feel any better. Last try. "Walk away from the situation" Been there, slammed that lid shut. I still don't feel any better. I completely lose it, and tear the card into little pieces, throwing it across the room.

Now I feel Better.

Be random

Nikki

Myspace Quizzes

2008-08-25T04:53:00.000-07:00

How on earth did we procrastinate before myspace? Not until the first MySpace Bulletin entitled "I am 67% emo" was posted did we ever achieve a new level of useless procrastination. Alas, before that it was emailing, messaging, and heck, even having a conversation on the telephone. For those 5 of you who don't have a MySpace page (and more power to ya, resisting the temptation to socially network with some guy named Tom), a bulletin is pretty much a message sent out to all your friends, on their appropriately named "Bulletin Board".

In these messages people can post things from quizzes to messages letting people know that they've 'put up those really embarrassing photos that no one should actually see of you and your mates-hope you don't mind :0)". But usually they are quizzes. Here are some of the things I have noticed about these bundles of joy:

1. There are several types of quizzes:

a) The "I'm 36% Teenager" Quiz.

This usually consists of a checklist, where you check off the things that apply to you. For example: '[x] I have written a Blog.' These have no apparent point, except to let you and your buds know just how much of a teenager, punk, emo, human, you actually are, depending on how many you checked off. Great for those currently having an identity crisis... or who have a 4000 word extended essay they want to 'take a break from'/ avoid altogether.

b) The "Your Top Friends" Quiz

This usually includes questions about those in your "Top Friends" List. An example: "Would you date Number four?"

A way to avoid answering these quizzes or to control which friends your questions are about, I don't have a top friends.

Or you could just ignore the bulletin...

c) The "Completely Useless Quiz"

This Quiz has no apparent purpose, and is just filled with completely random questions someone out there felt like answering one day. Great Time Waster. Also a great way to tell someone something - just shove it in an answer. e.g. 'Who do you currently want to fall of a cliff? Why Joey of course... " Joey then reads this and the doors of communication can fly open...

2. Answers you can always expect to see:

If the first question is: Can you answer this quiz with out saying 'i don't know'?, the answer is always going to be 'I don't know'

If the question asks who you like, the general answer you can expect is: '0_O', or 'like i'd tell you' (Unless of course they are dating someone) or the infamous '...'

If the question refers in any way to anything of great seriousness, i.e 'what do you think of people who smoke?' people will suddenly lose all opinion and copy what the person before them wrote, to protect their integrity.

3. How people name their quizzes:

At the moment the following bulletins are on my bulletin board:
'the aussie tetris team' - it is a quiz, probably with no reference to tetris or teams
'RAH' - a quiz, not too horrifying
'teenage life' - a quiz - actually references teenage life
'new song' - an actual bulletin about a new song...

3/4 of these examples were quizzes. None had the word Quiz in them. Therein lies the challenge: coming up with a name for your quiz that is strange, perhaps references pop culture and most importantly, has NOTHING to do with your quiz in anyway. This way, you will be seen as cultured and artistic, or just plain strange. Also, you can get more people interested in opening your quiz, rather than anyone else's quiz.

But then there are those of us who don't give a hoot about who reads the quiz, just as long as it takes 10 minutes to fill out.

It's an art form that has not yet been mastered, but many have tried, but the MySpace Quiz is snowballing through our homepages like... well, a snowball. Embrace it and move on...

be random

Nikki

p.s. Tom is not my friend...

I'm 17 and my life is completely insane...

2008-08-25T03:21:00.000-07:00

So life is pretty random right? Wrong... Apparently nothing in this world is random. Whether, like me, you believe that life was preordained by God, or you see patterns in nature, it's fairly obvious that life is structured. But that isn't to say that life isn't completely weird.

I'm 17 and my life is completely insane... No I'm not a rockstar. I'm not famous. I'm not dodging papparazzi, living a dream life. In place of obsessed fans, I have awesome, often somewhat strange friends. In place of an agent, I have loving parents and an awesome family. And in place of a life on the road, I have a life at school, studying the IB. Seem pretty tame? Just wait and see... it's crazier than you think. While I would love to hit the stage and screen, acting my little heart out, and (if I could sing) opening worldwide for the Jonas Brothers (yes I am 17 and I love the JB.... just clarifying) I have what I've been given, and I pretty much have to deal. But why not have a little fun in the process, right?

So here I am, jumping on the bandwagon and starting a blog. Will people read it? I dunno. But I hope so.

Laters Potaters...

Be Random - You know I will

Random lil Nikki