The Story of One Girl

So, it seems like forever since I last posted here, and it probably has been. But I haven't really had much to talk about, actually. Life has carried on as normal, no meteors have hit the Earth and swine flu is still killing people.
But I have decided that, in my desperate attempt to leave home as soon as possible, I'm going to university (American college) in the US of A or the UK.
So basically, in about 1 1/2, I'm going to be applying desperately to every university that I can afford, and for the ones that don't have application fees, to those as well.
My dream college (because university is confusing everyone else and me) is Stanford, but because I am not rich and am going to be going to a private high school for the next 3 years, which is about $16,000 NZ a year, my chances of actually affording Stanford (or Princeton, my backup) are very, very unlikely. Of course, going to the private school in question makes my chances of actually getting into an international university more likely. Go my life.
But, seriously, I would go to the University of Alabama (which I am applying too, yes) if it meant I could get out of this country. Although it'd have to be on a scholarship.
I would love to move to California (hence my Stanford and UCLA choices), and not just because it's where the American Dream starts (which I don't believe in, btw), but because its a beautiful, liberal state and has a lot of opportunites in a lot of areas I would love to do stuff in.

And, I will admit it, it would make it easier to bump into Adam Lambert. Sorry.

Don't worry, though, for those of you that wonder why I would want to do the NZ-USA/UK hop. New Zealanders are apparently the best travellers, and I have a major sense of just wanting to get out and travel, so this is the perfect opportunity to combine learning with travelling and hopefully satisfying both of those areas.
I will probably end up back in NZ  in the future.

But I had to get that out without judging parents who don't want me to leave the country for good and who don't want to have to help pay the fees commenting.

So thanks for listening (reading), if you got this far.

And Omg, you can now have your location detected. This is the only post I'm going to actually detect my location on, because I feel kind of unsafe having my location like that (except for the fact I've had many posts about where I live), but yeah. Fun.

Because I'm avoiding doing homework due tomorrow, and commenting on Adam Lambert's loss (my feelings are way to complicated to put into words), I'm going to do another of my Google Map international travel blogs. Today, as I said in my last IT post, we are going to Ohio.

First off, is Hayesville, Ohio, and looks like it has about 4 roads in the whole town/village.
And doesn't have Google Streetview. The closest I can get is State Route 60, which is really foggy and looks about 6am.
It's also really pretty, though. Rural, green, fences. It's a really adorable, if kind of isolated place.

Maybe we'll have some better luck at my next choice, Marion, Ohio, which is a bigger town, and not too far out of Columbus, I think.
I'm not a particularly big town Google Mapper, because you can't quite get a good feel for the town from a street, if it has, say, more than 5 of them, but Marion seems really cute. Very American (who would've thought) but I wouldn't mind living there. It's really cute.
And why is there always cloud/fog in Ohio? Or is it just that they managed to do this at like, 6am?
There's not as much to say about Ohio as there is about Arizona. Mainly because it's not so prominently different from where I live.

What I have noticed, though, is that a lot of inland places are flat in the city. There are no major mountain peaks off in the horizon, or any major water area close by.
It's very.....different. It's got a stranger feel to it, somehow.

Lastly, because Ohio isn't so easy to comment and bash about as AZ, I'm off to suburban Middleport, Ohio, because it's the only street that Street Viewed in Middleport.
The houses aren't all that majorly different, actually, but there's still that all-American feel around them. It's....hard to explain, I guess.
Hmmmmm.

So, I guess the conclusion is that it's pretty funky, kind of cool, and I wouldn't majorly mind living there.

Next Stop: Illinois.
Could be interesting.

I love Google. I love people who write live blogs and update them everytime something happens, and with detail. I hate my cold. I hate the fact that this has been the first time I'm unsure about whether Adam Lambert is still going to be there next week.
For the finale.

And I hate the fact that I decided to stay home today, instead of going to school feeling like crap. Because I'm feeling even worse with shaking hands, aderlaine and a stomach turning inside and out.

I've probably already murdered my broadband, and the pages take way too long to refresh. 1/2 a second is killing me, despite the fact that it usually hasn't changed much in the minute since I refreshed it last.

And I'm being insanely supersitious. Because I have a cold, Adam could be eliminated. Because the page is taking too long to refresh, he could be eliminated. Because I'm making myself nervous, he could go home.

GGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is exurciating. I can't even imagine what it's like for the actual people. I would have hurled by now, even on national TV.
I'm never doing this again. Ever.

And I cannot believe how long they are taking to announce a 5 second thing. "And, Adam Lambert is......" Or, "Our final two are...." Or, "Going home tonight is....."

And yeah, I know how they're keeping people hooked, suspended. How it's all about their ratings, etc.

But I swear, this could make me suicidal.

Katy Perry likes Adam Lambert. I love her. I love Adam. This is looking up. Or is it? I'm not even watching this, being like, a quarter of a world away from the action.
Sometimes, I wish there weren't live blogs. I wish I hadn't decided to check up on AI at 1:11pm. One more hour and it would have been over, and I would have known without having to practically pull teeth out of my broadband, live blogs and time which IS NOT GOING ANY FASTER!!!! 

Can I kill someone yet? How long does this usually go on for? In NZ, it's usually a 1/2 hour show, except this has been going on for about an hour, with 3 minutes left until a new hour. Surely, it must be nearly over!?

OMG, none of the live blogs are updating!! I'm having to read the comments of people watching live.

And I think Kris just got in. Does that make me feel better or worse? Better, probably, because now it's more likely that Adam will.

Well, at least they're annoucing the results now.

And why do they seem to want to have commericals after everything? Put us out of this....thing, please!!

I'm not calling this until Ryan has. Or, until, I can make out whether or not he has from comments and blog updates.

YESSSS!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!

Kradam forever, bitchesss..

THANK YOU, GOD.

(And I don't even believe in God).

So, yeah, thanks and goodnight. Or morning. Yay.

I went to Arizona on Google Maps. Yet again, I must mention how much I love exploring different countries on Google Earth. I also popped off to Alabama for a little bit, but that's not what this post is about.

It's is about going to Arizona for no money, and just a few words typed into the Google Maps search engine.

But before we start that, I must mention how much I like small, tiny towns. It may have something to do with the fact I come from the biggest city in New Zealand, but I do just adore small towns. Anything below about 12,000 people makes my heart flutter and fall in love with it instantly.

So, a few words about how I view Arizona after Google Mapping it:
It's freaking dry. Of course I knew it was basically desert before I travelled, but I didn't think people lived in an actual desert. Maybe it's my coastal, undesert New Zealand mind taking over, but how can you live without the sea? With all that humidity and desert and poor excuses for trees and bunches of tumble weed and a place that looks basically like the Apocalypse came through it?
No offense Arizona (or offense) but it's just so..........un.

Anyway, first off on my tour of Arizona was the small village/town of Cornville. And yes, it is actually called Cornville, although it looks too dry for anything to actually grow there. No offense, or anything.
Oh, and apparently John McCain was/is a resident there. Oh, damn. I don't like it much anymore.
But it's a small town, so of course I have to love it. If it wasn't in the middle of a desert, then I'd move there. Or maybe not. I don't know. It's cute. Like a dead bunny, you know?
And can I just say that who the hell would have a vacation home in the middle of a desert? I mean, don't people go on vacations in summer? Wouldn't it be like death warmed up?
Oak Creek, Cornville is a little bit greener, but still.

Okay, next stop is a little nearer the Arizona border and Mexico, which I didn't actually know extended that far across the bottom. Anyway....
It's called Sunnyside (I picked it because of the name) and turned out to basically just be just W Montezuma Canyon Rd, which was actually only half down on Google Street View.
It's not actually a town. Well, it probably is and I just can't find it through all the greenery.
Anyway, it's cute. And Arizonaist.

Now, we're off the Wickenburg, Arizona, which is closer to Phoenix, AZ, than any of the others, and only Street Views the Wickenburg Way through it.

Ever noticed how all of Arizona looks pretty much the same? Dry, hot, and to much spoilt New Zealand brain, unlivable.
Well, at least this one has a fast food restaurant of which I cannot read the name of.
Except I'm not sure if that actually is a fast food restaurant.

So, last stop is not a small town. It's Phoenix, Arizona, and which took me two tries to spell right.
And which looks bigger, if not any less deserty, than the rest of the towns I've/we've visited. It's interesting. It just looks so....sunny. Everything is so sunny. Like the middle of Australia. Alice Springs. There we go. Good comparison.

Uh huh. Don't think I'll be moving to Arizona anytime soon. Stick within traveling distance of the beach in summer, thanks.

And that's the end of our less enthusiastic experience to Arizona with the Eilish commentator.
Hopefully no one from Arizona reads this, or I could have a vicious fight on my hands.
Or, actually, if anyone from Arizona is reading this, could you please tell me this:
Does it ever rain there?

Well, apart from everything, it's quite a cool state. Hmm.

Next Stop: (when I can get around to it) *Waves finger around a map of the US* Ohio

Interesting. Never been there.

Okay, so because it's the school holidays and I'm reading so much, even if I do leave books half way through to read another (and then forget about the other book.....) and I decided that I'm going to get the word out there for some of my favourite books.

I'm really bad a writing descriptions, so the descriptions are from Google (and are linked to in the first few words of each description). And even if it sounds completely sucky, they are worth it. Trust me.

1. Crank by Ellen Hopkins
    Kristina Georgia Snow is the perfect daughter: gifted high school junior, quiet, never any trouble. But on a trip to visit her absentee father, Kristina disappears and Bree takes her place. Bree is the exact opposite of Kristina — she's fearless.

Through a boy, Bree meets the monster: crank. And what begins as a wild, ecstatic ride turns into a struggle through hell for her mind, her soul — her life.

This is a must read, it really is. Then read the rest of her books. I've read this, and then Burned, and both of them are beautiful and such powerful encounters with things that are so....important, relevant to teenagers. I love them.
Any of her books--read them.

2.   My Sisters Keeper by Jodi Picoult

Anna is not sick, but she might as well be. By age thirteen, she has undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and shots so that her older sister, Kate, can somehow fight the leukemia that has plagued her since childhood.
The product of preimplantation genetic diagnosis, Anna was conceived as a bone marrow match for Kate - a life and a role that she has never questioned… until now. Like most teenagers, Anna is beginning to question who she truly is.
But unlike most teenagers, she has always been defined in terms of her sister - and so Anna makes a decision that for most would be unthinkable… a decision that will tear her family apart and have perhaps fatal consequences for the sister she loves. My Sister's Keeper examines what it means to be a good parent, a good sister, a good person. Is it morally correct to do whatever it takes to save a child's life… even if that means infringing upon the rights of another? Is it worth trying to discover who you really are, if that quest makes you like yourself less?

Jodi Picoult's website also has a small excerpt from the book.

This was the first book of her's a read, and it was magical. Beautiful. I loved it so, so much. Got me addicted for life. Then go and read all her others.

3. Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult

In Sterling, New Hampshire, 17-year-old high school student Peter Houghton has endured years of verbal and physical abuse at the hands of classmates. His best friend, Josie Cormier, succumbed to peer pressure and now hangs out with the popular crowd that often instigates the harassment. One final incident of bullying sends Peter over the edge and leads him to commit an act of violence that forever changes the lives of Sterling’s residents.

Even those who were not inside the school that morning find their lives in an upheaval, including Alex Cormier. The superior court judge assigned to the Houghton case, Alex—whose daughter, Josie, witnessed the events that unfolded—must decide whether or not to step down. She’s torn between presiding over the biggest case of her career and knowing that doing so will cause an even wider chasm in her relationship with her emotionally fragile daughter. Josie, meanwhile, claims she can’t remember what happened in the last fatal minutes of Peter’s rampage. Or can she? And Peter’s parents, Lacy and Lewis Houghton, ceaselessly examine the past to see what they might have said or done to compel their son to such extremes.

Okay, so I could have included this in the "read all of her books" part in the last recommendation, but this book is my favourite Jodi Picoult, so I felt like it deserved it's own mention.
It's amazing. Go and read!!

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And as you have probably figured out, I'm really, really bad at writing reviews/recommendations, so just take these how you will, but they are awesome.

(And hopefully it won't be so long before I post again.)

 

I love Adam Lambert from American Idol, and no one will change my mind on this. I hope he wins--he deserves it.
As was quoted in some American internet newspaper: "This is Adam's show, and everyone else is just living in it."
Yes, indeed.

Now, some photos to show off the awesomeness of Addy:











Don't you just want to jump on him and have hot and crazy sex hug him to death?

No, not really. I just thought that would be an interesting title.

It's my birthday in a few days. April 5th. Remember and celebrate. It's an iconic date for New Zealand and the rest of the world.

On a side note, I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, want to go to Maryland, USA.
For no apparent reason. And I haven't even been looking at an US maps lately.
I just really want to go to Maryland.
Maybe I should street view it on Google Maps, which I'm addicted too. Seriously. You give me your address, I stalk you.
Well, I don't stalk you. I just look your house up.

It's an addiction. Kind of like heroin, I think.
Not that I've ever done heroin before.
No, seriously, I'm not that nutty.

French, I don't even know where the hell in the US Maryland is, except it's ----> that way, and down, on the coastish.
.....Right?

Okay, so now that I have Google Maped Maryland and ended up at 820 Brandy Farms Lane, MD, USA. Cool. It looks very green and farmy and pretty. I think I would like to visit there, sometime in the future. Plus it has the word "Brandy" in it. Do people drink a lot on Brandy Farmers Lane?
It looks a little bit like New Zealand rural country, except a little less NZ and a little bit more USA. Of course.
So, hi to everyone who lives there, if you're reading this.
Which you probably aren't, unless you're stalking me.
*Shifty eyes*

Okay, so Maryland is awesome. Now I'll off to Chicago.

BYE!!!

My Life in Itunes

RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

4. Tag 15 friends

5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing. (Except only if you want to, adds I.)

6. Have Fun!

 

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?

Snoke and Mirror by Opshop.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF

 Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Crazy by Simple Plan.

...Wow, that's actually accurate.

 

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

Ohio is for Lovers by Hawthorne Heights.

 

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?

I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Wasted by Carrie Underwood.

....Ha. Haha. Wowee.

 

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Viva la Vida by Coldplay.

 

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

Born to Try by Delta Goodrem.

 

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Stay Beautiful by Taylor Swift.

Mwahahaha.

 

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

That I would be Good by Alanis Morissette.

....No comment.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Gone to California by P!nk.

Following this, I guess I'm going to California sometime in my future.

 

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Because You Live by Jesse McCartney.

....Haven't heard it since I was 10, and now it pops up.

 

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

Dark Blue by Jacks Mannequin.

 

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

Epilogue by Brooke Fraser.

...I actually do hate epilogues, after Harry Potter.

 

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

Strangeland by Green Day.

Thank you, GD.

 

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?

She's No You by Jesse Mc.

.....I'm editing my iTunes once I finish.

 

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Honey, Honey by ABBA (Mamma Mia soundtrack).

.....Isn't that a song about sex? God, I hope not.

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

Candyman by Christina Aguilera.

This has been so fun. You must do it, whoever is reading my blog right now.
You'll get a shock....:)

We've got over a month until I can get it.

I ordered it from Amazon the moment I could. Or the moment I realized I could. That means it take approximately 6 days to get here, from when they send it off, which could be the day it comes out, or a week before so it gets here the day it comes out. If it's sent the day it gets released, I get it a few days before my birthday. I'll have finished it by the 5th of April, 2009, school reading permitting. 

Of course, the publishing world not taking into account that I spent more on the fricking traveling expenses from America to New Zealand, they'll releasing it here on March 24th, which is a day before the US date, because we're a day in front of you. Of course, knowing the beautiful NZ published system again, we won't actually be able to buy it until the 26th unless we go into town.
So there's a good and bad side to me having ordered it from Amazon.com.

So, in preparation for this special event, I have put down my half-finished East of Eden book, have slowed down my reading of The Devil Wears Prada and have reread my favourite (and not so favourite) parts of both City of Bones and City of Ashes. My Mortal Instruments obsession has increased. I want it bad.

The main things I want to happen in CoG are for some Magnus and Alec action (I've been overdoing the fanfiction on that one) and for Jace and Clary to figure out they're not related, which is basically guaranteed to happen. My imaginatio has already gone into overdrive figuring out all the possibly ways this could happen, and most of them basically involve her mum coming back to reality and telling them with some drawn out story involving Valentine and a stolen baby. Yeah, don't laugh. They sound good in my head, and most of them could happen, darlings.

Oh, and right now, I'm so fricking jealous of the people who won ARC and have read it. God, I could kill them. But I won't, because I'm nice like that. The only thing keeping me from going insane are the montly cookies on Cassandra Clare's Myspace. I can't be bothered putting up a link, so just Google or Myspace her. Trust me, you won't regret it. They are AWESOME!!!

Anyway, if you're in the same boat I am, tell me some of the things you want to happen in CoG, your favoyrite parts in some of the other books, your favourite MI icons, characters, etc, or lets just go crazy together.

Today was pretty much a normal day. I stayed at home while mum went to work, listened to music, jumped on the trampoline and when mum came home, we went to the mall.
Now, this is where my day gets better, way better.

So I went to Cotton On, bought two tops (which are really cool. I'm addicted to tops.) and went to the butcher. Pretty normal, say you? I would agree, except for the young, chubby (and I mean chubby), but cute butcher (apprentice? Maybe.) who fancied me. Basically nearly totally ignored my mother, and directed all his questions to me. Mum answered most of them, though, because she loves talking. He was staring at me through all of it, and it was so adorable. I couldn't stop smiling afterward.

It made my day, seriously. I'm not really noticed by many people, especially not guys (just because I don't look like a little boy......) so it was really sweet. He probably doesn't get noticed by many people either, except for his size, and I find that cool. My mum, being my mum, had to put in this, "You'll have to eat meat if you go out with butcher's boy." I don't eat red meat.

What I find really sweet was that he wasn't your typical 'hot' boy. He was quite large (Just fyi, I'm normal sized. And I mean normal sized as in I have HIPS and THIGHS. *Everyone faints*), but he had a really nice smile and was cool. It's nice to be noticed, even just for a short while.

:)

Summer has started early this year. It started in late November, in a blast of hot, humid air which wouldn't go away, not even when it rained occasionally, and produced a lot of people making runs for the mall and buying new summer clothes which had only been out for a few days. There was no pretty introduction or casual heating up of the main New Zealand area, just a heat wave and a quickly written message in the always blue and cloudless sky.

This message was, "Summer's here. Love me, hate me, I'm here."

Since this oh-so politely given message, it has heated up even more. From the average 25 degree leap from 15 degrees we experienced in late November, early December, it has reached a sweltering average of about 28 degrees, and in the city it is even hotter, with the sun and heat dripping off the tarmac and blurring in your eyes and you attempt to find some sort of shade in your backyard or local park.

For some countries and ethnic groups, summer is a time for growth, for death, for sun rituals or murderous curses thrown up at the overlying blue sky. In New Zealand, it is a time to get out of the cities, pack up, and end up at a beach or holiday park, camping and eating sausages night after night after night. And I'm not kidding. In one 2 week vacation, a typical kiwi can eat approximately 28 sausages +. Summer is not a time to care about anything, and the ongoing recession is nothing but a chirp by those stuck in cities or the too-cultured people in America and Europe, who actually care more about the fact they're losing money than whether it will be good whether to go outside and fish tomorrow.

In New Zealand, no one pays attention to anything until mid-late January, when the family groups start coming in from the Coromandel, Hawke's Bay, Gisbourne. Basically the whole of New Zealand's east coast is filled with family tents, huts, caravans and fishing equipment. It's very typical. Shops are closed, people disappear, not persumed dead, for weeks on end, because, as I said before, no one really cares.

There is no great rush to get anywhere, to do anything or to even breathe. Everything is done at the slowest pace, which occasionally annoys me, and nothing is a number one priority, because there are no priorities.

Basically, in a New Zealand summer, the whole country just.....stops.

It's December, which means it's 20+C in the middle of the day (and sometimes in the evenings and mornings as well) and Christmas is on it's way, along with summer and knocking people out for fun. December is probably one of my favourite months, as the days aren't too hot, or too cold, it's the right temperature for 101 pasta salads in the evening, and school is nearly over for another year! In other ways, though, it's a sad month. It's a month of ends. The end of the year, the end of school, the end of annual excitement for Christmas and presents. My parents' love to pretend that Santa is still real, although I stopped believing in him years ago, because I'm their only child and 8 Christmasses does not seem enough for them to have me as a all-believing kid.

Sometimes, I miss Santa and the joy he used to bring me. It's been more than 13 years now, though, since Santa first started, and I grew up.

But the excitement of Christmas and the joy of seeing little kids' faces light up brings back wishes of being able to hide under the Christmas tree, curled up and trying to get a glimpse of Santa, whoever him may be brings back the pain of growing up and losing all that belief in everything everyone told you.

Christmas is still a time for joy, though, and I can't wait to see what presents my parents' managed to round up this year (including, hopefully, some of the ones from the long list of things I want, not all of them cheap).

December, a time for joy. Let's just hope no one tries to blow up any more countries. That'd just be mean.

They're all dead.

He's alive.

It's not fair.

But life isn't fair.

He's alive, and I'm glad. But he's not. Why not? It hurts.

I cried.

They're all dead.

Papa, Mama, Hoz, Rudy.

Oh, dear god, Rudy.

Why him?

Why any of them?

Why the War?

How many Rudy's and Mama's and Papa's were killed before it stopped?

Thousands? Millions? Billions?

Why them?

The centre of the universe crumbles.

They're dead, and I can't stop it.

I knew it would happen.

I knew from the start of the book.

One kiss. He's now dead.

2 people who aren't.

Lucky.

Dead and breathing.

It hurts more than if you know them.

To be able to know them.

It hurts. It hurts more than anything in the world.

Why the world?

Why humanity?

Why Man vs. Society?

Why anything?

Three words, One title: The Book Thief

Moi. My accent. Watch.
I know it's bad quality. It took me forever to actually realize it was uploaded.
Like 2 weeks, maybe 3.
But anyway, voila.

I want to go to Germany. I don't really know why, except that I've always wanted to go, and now that desire has reached optimum levels. Maybe it was brought on by Libba Bray's post about her arrival in Frankfurt, Germay. I know, I'm so totally jealous. And yes, I had to google whether Frankfurt was actually in Germany, even though in my sub-conscious, I knew it was. Geography is not my strong point, I think we've figured out.

Anyway, back to the topic of conversation (or more appropriately, the topic of one-sided-and-hardly-read conversation), Germany. You know, I did better in German on FreeRice (google and adore)  than I did in English vocab? Yeah, freaky, weird and slightly disappointing, I know. This, of course, has given me the idea that I can actually speak German in a German-speaking country, which, when I attempt it sometime in later life, will probably backfire and I'll end up not knowing a word of German, insulting someone, or even worse, asking for something.......inappropriate. I'm going to be the laughing stock of the whole of Germany by the next morning. I can see the headlines now:

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Trust me on this one. You're going to want to go and see it. Watch it on Myspace from the link on my widget I put in my last post. Just go, please. It's.......perfect. It also comes out on Christmas day here, although Mum says she doesn't want me to go then, because it's Christmas and it's family time. Ah well. It'll probably be really crowded then, anyway, so maybe I will wait.

Oh, who are we kidding, of course I'm going to go the day it comes out!

Anyway. Go. Watch. Enjoy. Faint. Squeal so loudly your whole family thinks you're even more of a weirdo. Just do it. Click on that mind-life-emotion changing link.
For your own mental insability and mine, just do it.

So, the final Twilight trailer will be out to the public on the 9th of October, 9pm, after the sneak preview on Entertainment Tonight. Of course, that'll mean it comes out on the 10th of October, at about 4pm here. Although I'm bad at time zones, so I'm probably wrong. I got this to be able to see it when it first comes out, although I'll probably be waiting for the Myspace one, HQ, as well. But I'll wait awhile until I run after that, because Twilight Myspace will be crashing once the thousands of Twi-Hards run at it.

So, get prepared.

We're in our holidays now. We get 2 weeks in between terms. Right now, we're in between terms 3 & 4, so there's only 1 more term of school left this year! I'm kind of excited, because I can't wait until summer and the opportunity to read at least 5 decent sized books, without any homework or worry. I can't wait. The last term usually goes the fastest, but we have exams, so I better start studying for them soon. Also, in this term, I have my Aunt's wedding (who's 50 and has finally gotten married to Geoff). That's going to be awesome, and I'm sure I'll do a blog post for that, when it happens.

Also, there's the US elections this term, as well, which I can't wait to watch or hear about. I'm going to be seriously pissed if Obama doesn't get in though, and if he doesn't, expect a harshly worded post and a lot of swearing. If he does, expect a lot of ZOMGs and maybe a few sentences of coherent wording. If you're lucky.

Yup, this term is going to be a good one, hopefully. As long as I get good grades, get my options for next year, and have a good summer without any psycho Aunts calling me, and I quote, "Psycho daughter." End quote. 
Of course, it'll never go how I plan it, but ah well. It can't be any worse than last summer, unless I die or someone in my immediate family dies or I do badly at school, which I refuse too.

So. That's pretty much all I have to say. I'm just waiting for Gossip Girl to start, because it's been put later on the TV, because it's too 'racy' for 8:30pm. Of course, the one that now have before it has the word 'sex' in every second question. Seriously. I'm going to complain. But whatever.

Okay. Goodnight. No one die on me, please.
And if you do, I want an invite to your funeral.

Oh, and if Kelly's reading this, Hi. See, I'll give you a shout out.

Oh, no. 2, I convinced my mum to buy me an $109 singlet/vest/layerer from Ruby, which is a NZ designer and is so awesome. You do not know how hard I had to guilt trip her to get it. I nearly had to cry in the middle of Newmarket, and I feel really bad for doing it, now. But I got it, and told her she was an awesomeness mum and that I loved her. She is. Thanks mum.

Anyway, finally, goodnight.