Jade. You know you want to.

Take me back, Blogger?

2010-03-22T06:19:00.001-07:00

Take me back, Blogger?

2010-03-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

Brisvegas

2009-07-24T19:29:00.000-07:00

EH.
Is all I feel at the moment.

Eh.

I guess I should be thankful for the hideously loud grinding noise of the cement mixer outside my house, it seems to be blocking out my thoughts.
Anyway, I haven't been blogging recently due to my Brisbanationating and returning to (Gulp) school. Term 3, don't be a bitch to me.

Brisbane was alright, got myself some pretties.
Spent a majority of each day making eye contact with as many people as possible, figuring out what people are all about in the few seconds they spend in my life seems to be my new past-time.

can't think of anything else to say. Better get some English done. We've chosen Sylvia Plath's poetry to analyze for our assignment, I've pretty much fallen in love with her writing in the course of a week and a half.
So pure, so honest and raw, yet still so artfully written..

Time for stuff.

Demons

2009-06-16T21:58:00.000-07:00

We are creepy. Why is it that in every photo somebody takes
of us two, we look completely demonic?

Prom.

Ohhh God.

kabuki to shiken to twitter desu.

2009-06-16T21:27:00.000-07:00

Woah. I didn't know I could get videos.
Hmm.
Well, today I had Japanese writing and reading. It was fine except for the fact that Mrs Marsh gave us 2 freakin' writing tasks.
TWO!
What a bitch. I was cursing her name through the whole thing using my superior voodoo skills. I may have also chanted her into a coma.

My bad.

After my Jap exam i went to the drama room to watch their Kabuki presentations. They were quite good and I got to help Josh and Geo do their make-up.
People told me I did a really good job so i was like ^____^

Anyway LOL look at my hair in this photo. Why didn't anybody tell me my hair looked so atrociously hideous?
Yay Jack and Kim got Twitter/

Love them both.
Time to see if the video will actually PLAY.

Wish me luck.

DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER

The above video does not, or will not EVER play.

FAIL.

2009-06-15T19:17:00.000-07:00

Watching 10 things I hate about you for the first time.

You never forget your first..

2009-06-15T19:14:00.000-07:00

If you can't already see it, I am actually asleep in this photo. Besides being a HOT SHIT, I was... umm.. nothing.

hahah ohh the times we have.

2009-06-15T19:06:00.000-07:00

FUCK YEAH

2009-06-15T18:28:00.000-07:00

This is a picture I defaced years ago of me and Brianna.
I got yelled at.

Looking back now, it was FUCKING WORTH IT!

Comedic genius.haha

2009-06-15T18:11:00.000-07:00

My brother - the singing, suit-wearing, tap-dancing extraordinare!

Surfing

2009-06-15T17:54:00.000-07:00

This picture is awesome.
My dad is at the front, and he's tired because he's a wimpy little boy and can't carry a small surfboard that's being held by 4 other kids and a very capable looking adult for the life of him. Also he feels the need to wear a life jacket, just incase the raw power of the waves knocks him to th bottom. Oh wait, there aren't ANY WAVES!

2009-06-15T17:47:00.000-07:00

HOLY SHIT its Milliey and Bell from homeroom!
Where did this photo come from?

2009-06-15T17:40:00.000-07:00

They say my obsession with Bundaberg Rum started from a very young age.
Thankfully I gave up my obsession with inappropriately high pants and strange footwear years ago.

LOL

2009-06-15T17:39:00.000-07:00

Obviously I've lost some weight since then.

hahaha

2009-06-15T17:37:00.000-07:00

Aahahhahaha!
I found this in some random, unused folder.
Brianna: I'm a filthy minger.
Brooke: Cannn't unnrrrr.. ohhpennn. grffff.. itttttt!
Jade: I will scathe thee.
this was many years ago.

Tweet.

2009-06-15T17:29:00.000-07:00

Add me on Twitter.

NOW.

Home Alone.

2009-06-15T17:28:00.000-07:00

Today I feel like this.
Because I don't have to go to school :)

And there's nobody in my house except me.

And there's icecream in the fridge and 4 episodes of Scrubs to watch..

and about 2349857245 hours of study to do. Japanese writing/reading tommorow. Multi and English Thursday. Maths and Futures Friday.

Eep. Meh.

How much do I love the internet?

2009-06-15T01:04:00.000-07:00

Follow: MissionILY on Twitter.
NOW.

Tea Timez! :D

Swine.

2009-06-12T22:54:00.000-07:00

Well, that was hard.
Life is hard.

I just told Aidan something really big, and now i'm wallowing in a giant chasm of self pity.

He's making me feel better now, so that's good.

My belly hurts.

Well this week was Swine Flu Week. Not officially, just in my own little world. I got sick on Sunday (just the flu, nothing remotely Swiney) and was forced to completer a 2000 word religion and ethics assignment while sneezing so hard i'm surprised my brain is still intact.
I was forced to go to school to hand it in, then got to go home and dose up on Strepsils and Codral and yoghurt.
The next day saw much of the same thing.
The next day, as it got progressively colder, saw much of the same thing plus having to endure 6 lessons of ice-cold torture and a 3 lesson tissue-famine.

It wasn't pretty, to say the least.
What was worse is that Rory decided he was going to go to Sydney and not stay home for 7 days like the school rule states and displease us all in English with his uncontrollable sniffling and his innability to get a tissue like everyone else.
Oh and also his random upheavals of phlegm and the accompanying dashes to the garden bed downstairs.
The garden is not your hock-bed, fool. Though you are potentially man's closest living relation to the pig anyway, you poor thing.

*Cringes with the memory of him gurgling "khen aye go owside, peese?" in english the last time he was sick*

Woah that was disgusting.

In other news, it was Free Dress Day yesterday, and by some cruel twist of fate, i remembered my camera. Turns out it wasnt so cruel.
It was fun, and i got heaps of photos in Multistrand and lunch.

I watched some snippets of "The L Word" today, it looks rather good, although somehow the sound wasn't working.
Someone buy me a boxset for my birthday.
Not The L Word particularly, just anything good.

Time for some H2O, my sister left the window open and i'm shrivelling up without my trusty waterbottle.

Laters.

FAP.

2009-06-05T04:33:00.000-07:00

Haha. I HAD to have this. ^

Well I officially have not blogged in well over FOREVER but I will try to make up for it.

Well lots has happened in the past few weeks and what's scary is that at the moment I don't have the brainpower to remember a single one.

Hold Up. Yoghurt break.

Back. Yummm.. Okay while I was sitting outside with a cup-full of yoghurt I deliberated on what I should actually talk about. These things have happened since.. umm.. whatever time I blogged last. When monkeys were at the top of the evolutionary chain or something as equally not-funny:

1. I did a really crappy job on both my Maths A assignment and my multistrand prac report. Due to the new house and everything else my brain has the functional capability of a walnut right now. Which stinks because my work is paying the price.

2. I got a super awesome letter from Aidan including: -Koara's -other yummy things - a letter from his friend misaki -lots of cool shit.

3. I got my hair did. The chick who did it was horrendously STUPID and both did what I asked her NOT to do and charged me $150 freakin' dollars for it. Not happy, MAN.

4. Queensland won state of origin, as can be expected.

5. Me Cheanna Georgia and Bec are planning a sleepover foursome over the holidays.

It's just 4 sleepovers, all themed and at different people's places. Do you feel disgusting now? Go and wash your filthy brain out with some 7Up and FOCUS.

First will be girls night at Cheanna's. We will watch girly movies, gossip girl (that physcologically overwhelming brain-suck) and other girly shows, do our hair, nails and put facemasks on. We're going to eat delicate and delicious things and wear pretty things and go to bed late talking about boys.. and feelings.. and ponies.. and stickers.

Next will be blokes night, at Mine. Hell. Freakin'. Yeah. There's a few different suggestions as to what we will be doing on this night but it will roughly consist of: Riding our bikes around while wearing loose fitting pants. There will be flannies. We're going to eat pies and chips and watch action movies and horror films and SCRUBS and go to bed late punching things and creating weird barely-liquid concoctions for eachother to drink and wake up and go out wearing the same scrappy clothes we went to sleep in. There was also a suggestion that we should paint our entire bodies different colours and joust. Okay, it was me.

THENNN will be transgender night or transvestite night, we're unsure of which sounds the least creepy, hosted by Geo. We'll be watching strange things like the L word and wearing strange mis-matching things and eating strange fusions of things. A strange night to be had by all.

Then comes Superhero night. By Bec. We choose a superhero, dress up like them and watch cartoons and fun things and do weirdly daring things (I'm thinking jumping into the pool with a pogo stick?). It shall be EPIC.

Whether or not these events will ACTUALLY go ahead is beyond me, but i hope they do.

Now it seems I should go to bed, however I must tell you of the book I am reading, Jodi Picoult's 'The Tenth Circle." It's better than good. Which is good. It's about a teenage girl Trixie who is raped by her ex-boyfriend Jason and after trying to commit suicide and becoming a suspect for Jason's death, she runs away to Alaska where her father, a famous comic book artist, grew up. I love it because it seems to deal with some pretty dark themes while still being irresistably addictive and a damn good read.

Moving on. I'm tired and want to go to bed. I need to wash my hair as well.

Here's to the long weekend. :D

New House. In the middle of our street.

2009-05-23T03:21:00.000-07:00

Oh my gosh.

I've been in the new house for 3 longs weeks now, and haven't blogged since.

Busy? Yes..
Lazy? Probably..
Diabetic? Uhmm.. no.

haha anyway, I love my new house. It's really big and clean (most of the time, we try and let Cooper out of his cage every now and then) and my room has a really nice view of a hill and the bush behind my house, and the sun sets over it.
We're the only people on the street so far, so we pretty much do what we want as far as having loud music on and wearing bogan clothes outside, but that will change soon.

We also have to compete with axle-grinders and power-saws of a morning, as there are about 2983579238 houses being built and the tradies that surround us need to pay off the V8 utes that they scream down the road with, so they decide to come to work at 6:30am.
Why???

They also like to stare at us while we're eating our dinner, which happens at the front of the house. I'm like: "this is MY house. Leave me be! *hisss*"
People also like to drive by our house and slow down infront of it, and every time someone does it we stare at them until we leave. We don't want you as our neighbours, fiends.

The bushland behind our house (which will shortly be ravaged, stripped of its natural beauty and developed. *cries*) is a mega awesome, perfect dog-walking area. Theres a white retaining wall behind the house, then it's bush, then a road for the street behind, which doesn't have any houses built yet. So we walk Zy up that and he has a bit of a sniff around and doesn't really get the huge urge to run away from us seeing as there aren't many people, so he can run without a leash. I almost typed leach just then. Haha.

We also did alot of discoverationing and found a huge lake (no joke, it's about 30m in diametre) hidden away in the bush, and i swear to God, I love it.
Note to self: do not go crazy with power after your discovery of this fine lake and drink some water, no matter how FRESH it is, or how THIRSTY you are. You will get what feels like a stomach bug. Ew.

Incase you're wondering, yes, I did.

It's mum's birthday today, and had to (yet again) call off work.
Cheers Mark, you're a champ sometimes.
We went to the Yacht Club and had a massive lunch so we aren't eating dinner tonight, which is how i like it. Plus as i said, i feel sick.

I watched SlumDog Millionaire just now, i love it.
If you want to see a video of my house (you creepy, hippie little pagans), here's the YouTube site.
*The video is of before we moved in, add some beds here and there and couches and stuff and ta-da! My house.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fnda7hjBxM&feature=channel_page
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DImTuKJ2loI&feature=channel_page

^ I can't remember which one's which, one of them (I think the one with the middle and bottom levels) is older than the other one..

Enjoy!
I'm off to read more Jodi Picoult.

:D

CROSS C(o)UNTRY

2009-04-30T01:17:00.000-07:00

Today was cross country day.
It was:
-A wake up call and a reminder to try and find a decent gym in this place.
-Hot.
-Painful.
- and Fun too.

Millie came first (yay!) and i finished (yayyyyy!)

We had a different track this year, this time it wasn't a mountain-owning track but a loop from McDonalds, past Lake Callemondah (the closest living relative of Lake Springfield, but MORE polluted) and back. Our school decided too many kids were scraping their faces off on the OLD course, and too many parents were having a bitch about that.

I'm in a really cranky mood now, though.
#1 Because I'm dehydrated as shit. My teacher basically said to me "No, Jade, you may not take about 5 seconds to run to Lavella court and get your waterbotte, we're going RIGHT NOW."
#2 I was sick BEFORE i was forced to exert myself, and my lungs are aching from a mixture of being unfit, being SICK and making Pterodactyl noises FAR too loudly, and often.
#3 Work called because someone who I (from the kindness of my heart) gave my shift to because they weren't going to be here this weekend and needed SOME work so they had money, decided to not want to do the shift anymore. I was like, umm it's YOUR shift now, you wanted it, i gave it to you, find someone else to do it. And work called. ehhh.

Japanese was annoying. We had Mrs Coleman. The Colemanator is only just BEARABLE if she doesn't talk for the duration of the lesson, but is insaney irritating before 10:00am.
But she doesn't know that.

Last night I wrote some more of my story for English, i'm basing it on a little old lady who used to live accross the road from me, and how I always felt some weird friendship with her despite the fact that we never spoke a word to eachother. She had the most amazing, hypnotic almost supernatural blue eyes which, as a kid, completely mezmorised me.

Anyway, what else happened today?
-I promised Kim and Millie a massage to whoever finished first. Millie won.
-I gave Alex a massage because he is wub and has so many knots in his back i'm surprised he's not a SHOELACE. arrrghghh it was fun.
-I got wicked sick hayfever (and so did Jess in year 8) when we had to walk through a 209587029750m long feild of long grass.
-Me Bec and Cheanna ghosted some people and I almost tripped some boy over when i got too close and stood on his shoe.
haha
-We made Mr Carseldine clap us on. I'm starting to like the guy more now that he's not my teacher and I spend a majority of my schooling life completely AWAY from him.
-Me and Bec repeatedly made Pterodactyl noises in the corridors and at lunch, pretty much the whole school either hate us or are envious of our wicked-sick vocal talent.
-My lungs got retarded from too much Pterodactyl. That's right, you can get TOO MUCH Pterodactyl. :O

I'm reading a really good book right now.
Deadly Decisions by Kathy Reichs (<-- spelling?)
It's good. Kindly donated by Milley (not cross-country-pwning Millie, homeroom/sister-of-Geo Milley.)
It's about forensic anthropolgy. If anyone watches BONES, it's that but less Hollywood-ified.
Ily Bones too, Sunday double episode was awesome in the face.

And OMG, apparently if I try to see Aidan when I'm in Japan (which I WAS planning to do at some point, but now I'm not sure) he gets sent home. :S

Oh no's.
Anyway I'm going to go read. And re-hydrate.

Shup Ut

2009-04-22T04:12:00.000-07:00

"SHUP UT!"

These were the words I was woken up with this morning, as shreiked by my very loud, very invasive little brother. It was approximately 5:45 in the morning, which meant Cooper was awake and thought that I should be, too.

After repeated slaps to the face (though they were only wimpy Cooper-slaps) I woke up.

Did some yoga (by the way how good is yoga?) and got ready. It was really cold, so I ate some toast which I had to repeatedly re-heat so that it was hot enough and fished my Titans jumper out of my moving-house clothes bag.

Then I decided that I was going to walk to school.

So we (me and Brianna) went.

After deliberating on which way we were actually going to go, and how long it was going to get there, we made our way past my little sister's school and eventually made our way past the skate park.

It has occurred to me that small, seemingly insignificant occurances can drastically alter your day.

As we were walking past the skatepark 2 labradors came towards us. We patted them, naturally, and kept walking. The dogs followed us a few metres. They wouldn't go back. Nobody was calling them back.

Turns out, they were just having a bit of a walk.
Like us, except we weren't following little schoolgirls to school.

ALSO turns out, the dogs made our day. It was fun walking to school for once. Fun things happened, like:
-Brianna almost getting knocked over because the dogs ran into her legs.
-Us trying many techniques to try and lose them because we knew they would most likely follow us ALL THE WAY, and would probably get hurt on the way (there's a huge 4-lane road between my work and the shops/my school). Our techniques included throwing various sticks, yelling at them, hiding from them and trying to fool them into thinking we had gone a different way then running like hell, and eventually walking into Priceline and the auto doors shutting the dogs out (until they figured out how to
OPEN
THE
DOORS
AND
COME
INSIDE
:O

Then, as me and Michael were laughing and trying to make the dogs GTFO of the shop, a lady walked past and was like *reads dog's tag* "I know where they live, I'll take them."

Thanks lady.
:D
Turns out we were a bit late for school after all our morning shenanigans.
Time for schleep.

Sick as a Dog

2009-04-20T01:55:00.000-07:00

Haha. I like this. You can probably see it better here: http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/7/74/TwilightSucks.jpg

Anyway, today was.. umm.. hazy.
I can't remember a whole lot because I spent a majority of the day in a zombie-like state or dosed up on pain AND cold n flu meds.

It was not good.
I spent a good 4 hours watching crappy daytime television and clutching my head/throat/everything else that was in pain and drank my weight in water. Which is alot, i might add.

And my throat is STILL ON FIRE. gahh.
I did actually go to school today, seeing as it was first day of term. Lessons would have been fine, if i wasn't either sweating or shivering my ass off the whole time.
Badd.

Anyway, time for how i met your mother.

Night :D

Patty Turns 17!

2009-04-19T03:06:00.000-07:00

YEAH. Bec turns 17 on the 20th.

Her party will be EPIC. Because me and Cheanna will (hopefully) organise it.

Shall be good.

Hope Bec has an awesome birthday.

Cut Mow Rake Scrape young whipersnapper!

2009-04-19T01:27:00.000-07:00

Oh my god.

Well today I worked. Alot. First was the PAID kind, which was kind of annoying because Grace was working with me so she monopolized register one and made me do ALL. OF. THE. JOBS.
Except empty a bag of rubbish into the huge rubbish bag.

So goddamn lazy.

Then I came home and was immediately thrown into a serious of potentially back-breaking activities, ranging from:
Pulling out weeds from the garden (pretty low-risk, although the dog tried to ambush me from behind about 9284619364 times)
Whipper-snippering or as it is more commonly known (by me and Brooke), "Whippersnappering." I OWNED all the long grass. The only annoying thing was that the grass kept hitting me in the legs, as did a pretty large rock. Yeah, ouch.
Mowing. More like dance-mowing. I made sure Arctic Monkeys were blasting out of the outdoor speakers before I even attempted it. Not the animal, the band. :D Mowing never looked so good. haha. There were pelvic thrusts. :D
RA.KING. OMG it took forever, but I raked every last stray clump of grass clippings into a pile. And then had to get it all into the ute. ehhh.
Heddddge trimming. My Dad usually likes to cut the leaves of our big ficus tree so that it resembles a heavily-mulitates ostrich, so instead of watching him massacre it (and kill the family of finches that live inside the tree), I decided that I would give it a go.
I did pretty good.

And now my back is sore and my feet sting and theres a huge cut on my leg where the rake scathed me. ehh..
but yeah, today was pretty good.

ROVE tonight :D

stripcreator : HelloJad : Fast and Furious

2009-04-17T18:27:00.000-07:00

I totally just made a comic strip, and it looks like Explosm.

My inner child is dancing right now.

:D

Go see it. Here: stripcreator : HelloJad : Fast and Furious

Gecko NOOOOO!

2009-04-17T02:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, this is really sad but a little bit funny.

Mostly sad though.

On Wednesday I chilled out for the whole day. I didn't do anything except watch tv and go on the computer.

The story begins; I am allll nice and comfy on the couch, watching the best crime show on earth (Bones, but you knew that.) and eating grapes. I was having a pretty chillaxing time.

At the start of the show, I noticed an average-sized gecko on the wall above the TV, near the aircon.

At the start of the show, the gecko looked fine, just doing what geckoes do. I looked at him every now and then and didn't really notice that he was still in the same position.

After 3 episodes of Bones and a movie, I came to the conclusion that the gecko was DEAD.

That's right, I had slothed it out on the couch for so long that something DIED.

haha, I'm terrible?

getting OLD

2009-04-16T05:15:00.000-07:00

On closer examination of my face, i have come to the conclusion that:

I

LOOK

OLD.

My eyes have wrinkles around them, and I have BIG mo-fo ones on my forehead.

A sixteen-year-old isn't meant to have wrinkles~!

(hisses at mother nature)

Do you know what else is fun? trying to watch 'Mr Belvedere' without people TALKING SO LOUD!

2009-04-16T04:37:00.000-07:00

I watched family guy epically today.
hence the stewie quote.

Jade wants a box set of Bones for her birthday.
you should buy it :D

Random observations of today:
I like pears. Alot. Four.
I now like the band Datarock. Thanks Aidan (ily)

and a majority of bitchy people i serve at work are shizophrenic (did I spell it right :S)

Me: "Umm, i'm sorry but I can't enter your clubcard number in after i've scanned all of your items." *Apologetic smile*
Old Codger: "Well that isn't MY problem, is it?" *laughs loudly yet coldlyyy*
Me: *Pretends like it miraculously worked when I typed the number in* "ahh.. it works! *Opens mouth in fake astonishment*
Old Codger: *Sneers* (who the hell sneers anymore?!) "Hahah.. you see? It just needed a little bit of magic!" *Chuckles like a GIT*
Me: (in my head) "No, you geriatric FOOL, all it needed was lies."
Me: (actually) "Have a good day!" *Smiles like I give a damn how the hell the rest of his day will be*

Work wasn't ALL bad. Somebody commented my monster vs. aliens' sticker-infested badge.! :D
yayyyy

And now it feels like its not very late but its almost 10. at night :O
Right now I feel like a bath. Not a hot one, just a normal one. With my book.
I'm reading the Catcher in the Rye. Its weird.ly good.
I'm up to the bit where the guy punches Holden in the stomach because he only paid his prostitute $5 instead of $10 LOLLLL
The only thing that annoys me is that he says "..and all." after EVERY. SINGLE. SENTENCE. AARRGHHH
And he likes to say "corny" and "goddamn" all the time.
But other than that, I like it.

Time to go read now.
Night xx

chocolate binges never work.

2009-04-13T22:25:00.000-07:00

ehhhh.....
I just had a Bones-watching, white-chocolate-eating laze-fest.

That's alot of hyphens for one mood swing.

And now I feel worse.

help??

Story?

2009-04-13T22:02:00.000-07:00

hey.

so i'm thinking i should write a story right about now.
i've started it, and despite only writing about 200 words and the fact that i've already re-written it about 38484 times, I think it might actually turn into something good. Whether I'm going to make it into a longish story or a short story to be later recycled into my English assignment and again for that writing competition Mrs Storey my English teacher told me about is still undecided.

although i'm thinking a short story would be much less commitment to handle for someone who only just got back into writing.

the only thing is, the plot could go one of two ways, i'm still deciding what would be better.
i don't want to give it away because its only a baby so far, theres not much to it yet.

maybe i should go write some now.

Help Me Help You Help Me

2009-04-13T02:53:00.001-07:00

Why am I the stupidest person alive?
Someone ought to tell me.

Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot
Idiot Idiot Idiot
Idiot Idiot Idiot
Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot

Idiot.

I've done something so stupid I now not only doubt my mental health but also my worth to actually be alive.
How was I to know that expressing countless months of bottled-up anger on the internet in a super-angry rage fest would get me into trouble?

I didn't.
Because I'm an idiot and I don't think things through.

I feel like a pregnant sloth who just got sand thrown in it's eyes. *Winces with embarrassment of being an insufferable loser*
"What?" I hear you ask..

Quit shaking your head.
What I meant is that I'm exhausted. In every way. And my eyeballs hurt from crying, that would exlain the.. um.. 'sand-being-thrown-in-the-sloth's-eyes' analogy.

I'll quit saying weird and poorly written things now, if it makes you happy.

What am I saying, 'you'? I have a total of (woo) 2 followers. I love them, but having a few more people actually care whether i live or die might be enough to make me forget to doubt my own existance.

Party On.

2009-04-12T21:52:00.000-07:00

Grow back, braincells! Grow back!

I went to Kerry's 18th birthday party on saturday night. Me and cheanna got there at 7:30 and it was really awkward for about 30 minutes. Then it rained, giving us all the much needed "holy-crap-can-you-help-me-carry-this-shit-under-the-marquee-so-it doesn't-get-ruined" icebreaker we desperately needed.

Then it stopped raining, which is good.
Carissa came at about 8 and seeing as i love her i went and talked to her and she (being exceptionally awesome and like-minded in taste) gave me some bundy rum. LOVES.

The party was pretty fun, although i regret not ending up jumping on the trampoline. Looking back now, it probably wasn't the best of ideas.
Mix alcohol, rain, slippery trampoline, nearby tree, one very-clean white dress, mud and drunk Carissa and you're basically asking for a concussion. Plus the trampoline was fully illuminated by really bright lights and there were about 12328759082735079 people sitting under the marquee. Including; wait for it, MRS MILES. (For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of being screamed at by her, she's a very strict, very religious teacher at my school). She kept giving me 'I-hope-you-die-as-a-result-of-your-underage-drinking-maybe-that-will-teach-you-a-lesson' glares, mostly when I was mid-sip.

OMG and i accidently walked in on a guy taking a piss in the toilet. The door didnt close properly so i just barged in and was like "oh. oh my god! I'm sorry!" *runs away*.

We later joked about it. Weird.

Here are some other things that happened that were pretty cool:
/Me and Carissa seeing how weird we could dance.
/Me finding a fireplace/barbeque.
/Dancing to Electric Feel.
/Me and Robbie (omg yeah, Robbie was there too! :D) scaring, chasing, patting, yelling at and being licked by Kerry's dog Nelly.
/Kelly being there. and giving me some very delicious stuff to drink.
/Micky Salter and his cigar.
/Taking photos of the above.
/Getting the nickname 'Bundy.' Not for all the obvious reasons, but pretty relevant. LOL
/Photo-bombing
/Me finding a dark place.
/Me realising that at pretty much every. single. party i go to:
> It rains.
> I go exploring and find about 239841704 things to laugh at and play with.
> I find a dark quiet place and sit there for awhile.
> I look terrible a a result of #1 Rain. #2 Alcohol. #3 Running around and dancing like a freak. #4 Being generally unnatractive and #5 My uncanny self-sabotaging knack for making idiotic faces in photos.
> I pee about 348710837410845084265 times.
> I find some kind of animal to follow around and play with. (moderately creepy sentence of the day)

it was fun :D

Cania Believe It?

2009-04-05T02:13:00.000-07:00

Only In Cania.

This blog is dedicated to the colour GREEN.

Well after exam week, Cheanna and I decided we would take a rather AMAZING trek down south-west to the little place called Cania Gorge.

It was quite awesome.

We did lots of stuff.

I guess I will start at the start and end with the end right?

<This section of the blog is when i went to go have a shower, did some yoga and went to bed and left the computer on>

Now it's about 9:00am and i should be at school, but i'm not.

yay.

Well it all began on a friday afternoon. We did our maths exam (which i should point out was 1982749364897659 times easier than the first one) and i went to cheannas house. We fooled around for ages and took many photos of ignatius and dean (the frikkin sweetest dinosaurs you've EVER seen) on my very new, very awesome olympus camera (Y).

then mum finished work and came to pick me up. i had about 1.5 minutes to get the crap i shoved into a bag and get changed, then we went back to cheannas. i left my phone in the car, and was only aware of this about halfway through the weekend. gah.

the car trip down was quite good, although i had to sit in the middle and nick kept crushing me and annoying me. i hit him a few times and he gradually got the picture.
THENNN..
we arrived. At Cania Gorge. It was quite pretty. There are cows :D ^
We got the campervan up straight away and then me cheanna and nick went exploring. In the dark. Up a steep hill with about a 293874923784% incline. Then we swang. On swings :D I was swinging way too high. Hahha.
We looked elTerrible (el-terreeebley) so we had a shower. My shower was awesome because the head was actually working unlike the one next to me which pretty much didn't shoot out water like it was meant to except for ONE jet which was right in the middle and stabbed you in the tit.
Day 2:
Was awesome.
We got up early and had ourselves a bacon-and-egg-mich. MMmmmm.
Thenn we chilled for a while, went and got changed (ladies' campsite bathrooms are a nightmare in the morning, it's like Christmas time at K-Mart except we want showers, not toys, Crazzzzzy)
Then me and Cheanna had to come up with something worthwile to do with our day. So we raided the convenience shop for all the maps it had (avoiding dissaproving stares from the lady at the counter) and sat outside on the grass.
We decided we would:
-Go to Dripping Rock.
-Go to Dragon Cave.
-Go to the Overhang.
-Take lots of photos on the way.
-Come back and chillllllax.
So that's what we did.
We had to get Cheanna's mum to take us out to the picnic area, then we trekked it from there. It was really pretty, it wasn't really hot and the trail was fun. We had some good times.
And the pictures are mad.a href="http://s561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/radjad_13/?action=view&current=P3270111.jpg" target="_blank">
There are innocent people behind us. :D

Cheanna and Nick were too wussy to get as high as me on this old log suspended about 4 metres off the ground.

Nick was especially wussy.
> We pwned these rocks.
Although it started raining when we were heading back. But it was good.
We got back to the campsite and all of a sudden........
BAM. RAINNNN.
Rain killed the parents' food. suckers. rain also basically chased us to the toilets, here's how the conversation went between me and cheanna on our way there:
J: Okay we have to be quick before it starts raining again.
C: Ohhhhhh (rain starts)
J: Nah it's good, it's only light. Ohh god its getting heavier.
C: Ohhh crappp (rain gets a bit heavier). Imagine if it pours down.
J: ahha, only an Olympus could film in these conditions (rain was wetting my camera big time by now).
C+J: Hahaha! Look at those people running.
Rain: RAAaaaiiiiinnnnnnn!
J: Holy shit! ahhh *RUNS*
C: CRAP RUN! ahhahaha. *Continue Running*
We have this conversation on video. It's quite funny.
So we waited in the toilets for a while, hoping the rain would subside long enough for us to hot-leg it back to camp. It didn't.
Thennn.. [heroic music plays]
Nick the life saver comes out of nowhere holding 2 very dry rain ponchos. WIN.
The rest of the day we chilled in the van, read, DSed, dried.
It was goood.
Then that night we formed a gang. Well, rather I started a casual conversation about DS's and in doing so, made all the kids on the block whip out their DS's and created a mass DS-athon where we played MarioKart for hours. It was awesome.
Then me and Cheanna went for a walk. We fucked shit up in the public camp gathering area (more like we turned on a TV, put our heads in various cooking appliances and stood on tables and chairs, we also went NEAR an expensive looking motorbike to take a photo but chickened out because we thought the people in the campground near us owned it.) and took some photphots in the bathroom. Even though there was definitely a lady still in there. We were LOUD.
Thennnn we slept. And woke. And ate. And packed. And Ate a Golden Gaytime! And sat. And, miraculously, we were home a few hours later.
Then i went to my house and chilled even though i should have been doing my multi assignment. :D

multiiii

2009-04-02T19:47:00.000-07:00

MULTISTRAND!

We are officially KICKASS.

JAD

CHE

BEC

SHA

KAI

FRA

JES

KAT

GEO

JAC

MOR

Together we are

JADCHEBECSHAKAIFRAJESKATGEOJACMOR

and we pwn.

The end.

Watch our video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNd-n-t7oDU

bloop

2009-03-13T04:39:00.000-07:00

Shut up. We have deformities.

Well today was the glorious swimming carnival. Besides the crappy weather and the amount of people who wore obscenely ill-fitting and inappropriate clothes (including Hayden, who decided that a G-String was the most suitable choice of clothing for the occasion), the day was pretty good.

Here were the highlights:

-Me managing to swipe my brothers towel poncho and wearing it. WIN.

-Me swimming in 3 races. And losing them all. yeehhhhh me.

-Free sushi from bec, in exchange of one horrendously orgasmic massage. :D

-Wearing my NEW hocks. Which feel like a dream to wear. Like you're walking on a cloud.

-Saronggggggs.

-My underwater camera (which I happened to use the entire film of) and taking it in most of my races. And taking a photo of the start of the race mid-air.

-Going various places and doing various things and talking to various people.

-Putting M+M's in Anthony's coke.

-Harmonica-ing.

-WINNING. Yehhh futuna.

Or as Kim prefers it, Futna.

And then it was time to go home.

And then it was time to go to Aidan's house.

And I drove. Hell yeh.

And that's where I happen to be right now. Its a movie night/going away party.

Everyone (aka Cheanna) decided we should watch Hills have Eyes. But I would rather watch a good movie than see how much I can scare myself. Hills have Eyes is also utterly pointless. It's like "huh.. I just lost a piece of my innocence.. that's about it."

We go home pretty soon. And then it will time to sleep. And then it will be time to wake. And then it will be time to eat. And then it will be time to do homework. And then it will be time to work. And then it will be time to sleep.

My life seems pretty simplistic when I put it like that. But it's really not.

Trust me.

Assignments (or lack thereof)

2009-02-28T03:48:00.000-08:00

okay well today was perhaps one of my very unproductive days. I was honestly TRYING to get my assignments done. But:
the internet is so very distracting
my brain can only handle a certain amount of transferring useless, cruddy information into readable (and good) form.
my brain was thinking about something very distractingly important.
i was busy making a track for Aidan.
i had to go to HVN's to take something back.
my stomach told me i was full. my brain told me i was hungry. my bladder told me i had to pee.
i wanted to play MarioKart all day. (multiplayer is freakin Schweet).
i had to work.

annnnd because i'm not very intelligent.

but mostly the other things.

Bye-Bye Soul

2009-02-28T02:58:00.000-08:00

That's right.

My soul is dying.

And according to this tombstone, it's too late.

I'm part sure that this is because I'm losing a pretty big part of me pretty soon. Aidan's taking a chunk of me with him.

And I can't do a thing to stop it.

Slosh

2009-02-27T17:00:00.000-08:00

This is probably what I looked like yesterday.

Incase you didn't already know, in which case I would be mad, that's my dog Zy.

But yesterday I was pretty much that deep in water. Not just any water. Lake Callemondah water.

I know. Ew.

And no. My mind didn't just spontaniously combust and made me jump in the nearest possibly-nuclear-waste-infested lake. Or at least I don't think so.

We were there strictly on business.

Multistrand business. We had to have an excursion to collect samples from the lake for analysis so that we could do our assignments. So we donned the marshmallow-print gumboots (or at least I did) and went at it.

Here's what happened:

Shannae and Bec caught a fish, (or 'saved' it) and named it Eugene. Eugene lives a happy life with the bus driver now.

Cheanna and Bec completely ruined their shoes. What the heck did they really expect?

We intimidated a bunch of year 9 state kids who were canoing nearby by making a huge line and rythmically pelvic thrusted eachother for about a minute.

AND probably most memorably, I decided to go get a water lily for Mrs Shahgholi. It started as an innocent thing, my pants didn't even get wet on my first attempt. Then I realised that I would have to go deeper. Rolled the pants up. And again. Then went in further.

My pants got wet because I sank down into the mud. At this point everyone was in hysterics behind me and I didn't care much about the dryness of my pants anymore. So I went in hardcore. Up to my ribcage in water. I got the fucker. And they got a video of me sinking into the stinking lake.

Everybody wins.

So I had to dry in the sun for a while and made our class a nice graffit-plaque on one of the flat rocks.

It was smelly. It was disgusting. It was hilarious.

Sing a Sad Song In A Lonely Place

2009-02-27T16:50:00.000-08:00

Okay well I can barely see because my eyes are leaking.

I've just made Aidan the equivalent of a mix-tape for when he goes overseas to remember me by, and because I'm a wuss I started to cry, mid-song.

uhhh...

Well the good news is that I just took my mp3 player (the NEW one which DIDN'T work) back to Harvey Norman and got my freakin' money back.

I'm going to get yet another one before work.

ehhhh work.

If I ever get any of these assignments done, that is.

Musiccc

2009-02-26T01:57:00.000-08:00

I feel like this. Because i finally got a music-listening to device.

Oh my god try going without music for a few months, especially when you have an awesome stereo with subwoofer and everything in your room,

RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR BED, SO GODDAMN APPEALING BUT

NOOOO:

"I won't drive you to Harvey Norman to but another freakin mp3 player."

Trust me, I'ts HARD.

But now I'm happy as my tunes are currently being sloshed into my brand spankers NEW one as quick as humanly (or computer-ly) possible.

yay

twit. ter.

2009-02-25T22:55:00.000-08:00

Jade has Twitter.

Die. Cat.

2009-02-25T22:35:00.000-08:00

This is why I hate cats. They kill things. And also recklessly abuse my hyper-sensitive smell with their hair and make me sneeze all freakin night.

I used to not hate cats. I had a cat named Noddy.

That's right, from the kids TV show.

Noddy was mine.

Noddy was cool.

Noddy ran away when I was about 4.

What a bitch.

huh, I'm pretty sure nobody's ever called their ex-cat a bitch before.

hahaa

Mace The Grace

2009-02-25T21:55:00.000-08:00

"Guess who the hell I am??"

Answer: God's sick joke.

Honestly, I'm not sure it's possible for somebody to hate a person like I hate.. um .. let's call her "The Chin" for security purposes...

WHY THE HELL AM I STILL WRITING IN PURPLE?!?!?

ahh.. blue.

WELL.... "The Chin" has a habit of:

1. Pretending that she's better than me.

2. Not being as awesome as me.

3. Being a stuck-up, demonic little lesson-wrecker.

Plus she has an obscenely large and prominent chin, which makes it easy and even fun to make fun of her.

That is all.

aidEn haha vengence

2009-02-25T01:11:00.000-08:00

AIDAN.
I don't hate you.
You just broke something inside me.

Yeh well aidan is my pal who's going to Japan preeeettty soon.

It's heaps sad, because now i will be forced to spend my Japanese-learning time with The Chin and Steve (Nothing) O'Brien.

ehhhhhh.

but he's going to buy me tonnes of stuff

right??

2009-02-24T03:27:00.000-08:00

Hey, I started a blog!

Well I can't say I'm familiar with blogging, but I'll do my best, and if I fail I'll have someone to tell me I'm an idiot for saying/doing something utterly stupid.

yehh well my friend made this photo.

its pretty good except they did a pretty shitty job of my face compared to the effort they put into making everyone elses perfect.

I'm pretty fucking sick of double standards.

Skeletons

2009-02-23T18:10:00.000-08:00

This is what I feel like after my double IPT.

Possibly an overexaggeration.

I don't remember being a horse before Aidan ripped apart my soul.

Huh. That's weird.

Well yeh, it was quite a horrible lesson, I must say. Actually it was more like a very bad day. Or even a really bad, scarily realistic nightmare.

Yeh well Aidan decided to (and it's really hard to even type this without remembering what happened and cringe) show me some photos of the saddest kind, and made me cry.

It was not good.

I was kind of surprised at my reaction to seeing them, I'm not really sure what it would have looked like from an outsider's perspective, but I'm sure Aidan will tell me after I post this blog. All I know is that something inside me snapped, and I had a massive surge of sheer grief mixed with actual, physical pain and anger.

After screaming at Aidan whilst pressing my hands over my eyes so hard that its a wonder I was able to see again, I started to cry.

As if the day wasn't shithouse enough, I was crying.

I'll be honest, I destest crying. That may sound very, very stupid as I'm sure there isn't a soul out there who actually enjoys it, but I'm usually the one to internalise things and suppress my feelings long enough to spontaniously combust late at night when I'm alone. I'm sure I've developed this from years of being the big sister, having to put on a brave face while I pick up the peices of my broken family that my almost constantly-bickering parental-like hurricane leave behind.

Maybe it was just a really touchy issue, which it is, and I can't type much longer about it because I have a feeling I will cry again, that's right, I've now developed an extremely accurate intuition which tells me if I'm going to cry anytime in the near future. Quite handy actually because it gives me time to run to the nearest dark corner or toilet cubicle before I let loose. I guess its one of those things you pick up when you have a disastrously unhappy life.

That's really quite sad.

Anyway, the day was altogether a complete waste of energy.

uhh.. that is all.