(Tried to) Did yoga off youtube for approximately half an hour this morning because I have legit not exercised in at least five months. And because I was bored and it was raining so I couldn't go for a walk or any such nonsense.
I was all, "FUCK, this is going to be so easy. I'm like a tigress, I will kick yoga in the arse while I flex my superb biceps, triceps, forceps etc. etc." Well, har har, guess again, because within 15 minutes I was gagging. I think it might have been because I kept straining my neck to see what the instructor was doing on the monitor, but I actually began to feel sick.
Like NAUSEOUS. Headache, gag reflex playing up. It was pretty much horrific.
My neck still hurts. I feel both fearful and ashamed to post this up on my blog but have decided it is worthy blog material. You guys should give it a go! You will probably do a better job than me...
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Dirty Lines
Because I'm such a massive fucking weirdo I'm going to document the dirtiest lyrics in "What's My Name" for your reading pleasure.
"The square root of 69 is eight, right?"
"Only thing we have on is the radio."
"The things we could do in 20 minutes, girl."
"Boy, you stay up on it."
"Back and forth you rock me." (!!!)
"Every door you enter I will let you in." (I THINK THIS IS THE DIRTIEST LINE IN HISTORY OF MUSICA)
I got lazy so stopped there.
J
"The square root of 69 is eight, right?"
"Only thing we have on is the radio."
"The things we could do in 20 minutes, girl."
"Boy, you stay up on it."
"Back and forth you rock me." (!!!)
"Every door you enter I will let you in." (I THINK THIS IS THE DIRTIEST LINE IN HISTORY OF MUSICA)
I got lazy so stopped there.
J
Rihanna ft. Drake - "What's My Name?"
This song is so dirty, it's off the charts. Maybe it's just me, but listening to the lyrics, my mouth was agape with both mad respect and shock. What a terrific song.
Rihanna, you mad dog. Get it, girl.
Oh, so now they're eating Chinese food. I'm sure the noodles are a nod in the direction of something less kid-friendly but still edible... Herp derp.
/dirty
J
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Maggi Mee
Little Mishelle said I have been blogging too infrequently lately and should blog 10 times a day. Well, back in the days when I did actually blog up to five times a day (ahem, back when I had F to ramble about) it seemed a bit redundant as I had not a lot to say. So I guess I'll just tell you a bit about what I've been up to.
Holidays have been pretty good so far. The night of our last exam (last Thursday), me and the lads went to Josh's house for "games night" to play games. And furthermore, before this, to chow down on some 'za or "pizza" as the uncool people call it. Personally, I like to say 'za as this is how Brad/Dopey from The Mediator series by Meg Cabot said it and anything that takes me back to those sweet and blissful days is a job well done in my opinion.
The funniest thing was when Albert was tallying up the bill and the three pizzas and two cokes came to $84 and Albert was like, "84!" except no one else was reacting this way so he was all, "Oh, ok." It was funny because I think I was the only one that noticed. And I totally got it. $84 for three pizzas? And no offense, but they weren't spectacular or anything. I could have bought... I don't know, more than 12 (I lose count after the 12x table) from Domino's. But this was besides the point. It was actually quite cheap split amongst six people but it brought so many lol's to see that reaction.
So, other than that I've just been bumming around with Big Michelle and Little Mishelle. We went to see the teachers at school on Friday. All those suckers still in high school. I laugh in their faces. But yeah, it was like slipping right back into routine. It kind of sucks that in five years they probably won't even remember me! Oh well, I cherish those years nonetheless. Next time, I'm going to force Little Miselle to bring those coconut clusters so we can sit in our old spot on the hill and eat those coconut clusters.
Today was "ice skating" except this was rather inconsequential as I didn't actually ice skate... given that my parents said, "No ce skating as you will undoubtedly maim yourself and prevent us from going to China." I reacted rather angrily, probably more rudely than I've ever been to my parents. I don't know, I was considering not even ice skating and just sitting on the side before this but outright being told I wasn't allowed to... that just stirred something up in me. I think I have quite a tumultuous personality, I like to stir up shit, I don't like being told what to do and am quite stubborn. It's actually pretty good as I'm certain that if I ever get into an abusive relationship I can knee that guy in the willus and doodleberries and gtfo. Yes/no?
But anyway, I was quite angry and was silently raging at my parents as I sat on the sidelines watching the lads ice skating, joyously crying out... with joy. It looked like so much fun... until they finished and took off their skates to reveal massively heinous blisters, most of them already popped. Kavin's socks at the blistered area were dark with pus. It was lovely, as I'm sure you can imagine.
But yeah, next time I'm going to ice skate like a mad dog. Before I sign out, I love that all the lads today refered to two minute noodles as "maggi mee." It just makes me feel right at home, har har.
Lastly, do not be misled by what sounds like a very adventurous and action packed life. In between these smallish escapades are many, MANY hours of sitting at home, on the internet, reading or eating. Very unexciting activities.
J
Holidays have been pretty good so far. The night of our last exam (last Thursday), me and the lads went to Josh's house for "games night" to play games. And furthermore, before this, to chow down on some 'za or "pizza" as the uncool people call it. Personally, I like to say 'za as this is how Brad/Dopey from The Mediator series by Meg Cabot said it and anything that takes me back to those sweet and blissful days is a job well done in my opinion.
The funniest thing was when Albert was tallying up the bill and the three pizzas and two cokes came to $84 and Albert was like, "84!" except no one else was reacting this way so he was all, "Oh, ok." It was funny because I think I was the only one that noticed. And I totally got it. $84 for three pizzas? And no offense, but they weren't spectacular or anything. I could have bought... I don't know, more than 12 (I lose count after the 12x table) from Domino's. But this was besides the point. It was actually quite cheap split amongst six people but it brought so many lol's to see that reaction.
So, other than that I've just been bumming around with Big Michelle and Little Mishelle. We went to see the teachers at school on Friday. All those suckers still in high school. I laugh in their faces. But yeah, it was like slipping right back into routine. It kind of sucks that in five years they probably won't even remember me! Oh well, I cherish those years nonetheless. Next time, I'm going to force Little Miselle to bring those coconut clusters so we can sit in our old spot on the hill and eat those coconut clusters.
Today was "ice skating" except this was rather inconsequential as I didn't actually ice skate... given that my parents said, "No ce skating as you will undoubtedly maim yourself and prevent us from going to China." I reacted rather angrily, probably more rudely than I've ever been to my parents. I don't know, I was considering not even ice skating and just sitting on the side before this but outright being told I wasn't allowed to... that just stirred something up in me. I think I have quite a tumultuous personality, I like to stir up shit, I don't like being told what to do and am quite stubborn. It's actually pretty good as I'm certain that if I ever get into an abusive relationship I can knee that guy in the willus and doodleberries and gtfo. Yes/no?
But anyway, I was quite angry and was silently raging at my parents as I sat on the sidelines watching the lads ice skating, joyously crying out... with joy. It looked like so much fun... until they finished and took off their skates to reveal massively heinous blisters, most of them already popped. Kavin's socks at the blistered area were dark with pus. It was lovely, as I'm sure you can imagine.
But yeah, next time I'm going to ice skate like a mad dog. Before I sign out, I love that all the lads today refered to two minute noodles as "maggi mee." It just makes me feel right at home, har har.
Lastly, do not be misled by what sounds like a very adventurous and action packed life. In between these smallish escapades are many, MANY hours of sitting at home, on the internet, reading or eating. Very unexciting activities.
J
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Fail Blog (Post)
May or may not have just put cling wrap over my laptop keyboard in anticipation of my keyboard cover that I intend to order when I get back from China. I don't know why but using my laptop keyboard feels dirty... You can replace desktop keyboards but not laptop keyboards.
In other news, I tried to do some writing this morning and it failed miserably. I was in the right state of mind and everything, given it is an overcast and chilly day, I watched Saturday Disney this morning and listened to some vaguely hipster songs on rage...
What is wrong with me? It's probably because I sat down with the soul intention to just "write something" rather than having a specific idea.
J
In other news, I tried to do some writing this morning and it failed miserably. I was in the right state of mind and everything, given it is an overcast and chilly day, I watched Saturday Disney this morning and listened to some vaguely hipster songs on rage...
What is wrong with me? It's probably because I sat down with the soul intention to just "write something" rather than having a specific idea.
J
Friday, June 24, 2011
Some Random Rambling
I finished exams yesterday. This means:
1. More time for blogging.
2. Less time until I leave for China.
3. More time for vlogging.
4. More time for shopping.
5. More time for being bored.
6. Less time to see F.
How do I feel about my first semester of uni?
The first few weeks were insanity and I was this close to throwing in the towel, crawling into a ball and crying my eyes out. But the last few weeks have actually been a lot of fun.
Today, Big Michelle, Little Mishelle and I went back to high school to say hello to some of our old teachers. Stepping into school was sort of like... slipping right back into routine. It felt so natural and normal and comfortable. I feel much happier at uni now then when uni first started but it's always nice to go to old, familiar and comforting environments.
It's Friday night at 7pm and to be honest I have nothing going on. But it feels really good to have no work and nothing else on my mind. Sigh. I love days like this; just hanging out with friends and sleeping and doing very little thinking.
J
1. More time for blogging.
2. Less time until I leave for China.
3. More time for vlogging.
4. More time for shopping.
5. More time for being bored.
6. Less time to see F.
How do I feel about my first semester of uni?
The first few weeks were insanity and I was this close to throwing in the towel, crawling into a ball and crying my eyes out. But the last few weeks have actually been a lot of fun.
Today, Big Michelle, Little Mishelle and I went back to high school to say hello to some of our old teachers. Stepping into school was sort of like... slipping right back into routine. It felt so natural and normal and comfortable. I feel much happier at uni now then when uni first started but it's always nice to go to old, familiar and comforting environments.
It's Friday night at 7pm and to be honest I have nothing going on. But it feels really good to have no work and nothing else on my mind. Sigh. I love days like this; just hanging out with friends and sleeping and doing very little thinking.
J
Monday, June 20, 2011
Food & Boys; We're Riveting
It just occurred to me how much Big Michelle, Little Mishelle and I talk about food. We probably spend up to 40% of our conversations talking about food. Today was the first time we'd hung out as a group in ages, weeks or even months, and a lot of the time was spent talking about food. Little Mishelle recently became a vegetarian. We repeatedly asked her if watching people eat meat was disgusting for the lols. Then we went to get lunch and I talked about how much I hated it that they'd run out of the chicken I liked and I had to get this shitty alternative chicken that was just straight up shitty. Is it normal to talk about food this much?
Then we talked about boys.
This is what we talk about every single time we hang out but it seriously never gets old. I love those two.
But then surprisingly we started talking about religion.
Then we started talking about boys again.
I didn't get much done today but straight up, I don't really give a shit. I'm serious; my whole outlook on life has changed. We all die one day and all the hard work we put in amounts to nothing. Might as well enjoy life while we have it.
Mmmm, when's dinner?
J
Then we talked about boys.
This is what we talk about every single time we hang out but it seriously never gets old. I love those two.
But then surprisingly we started talking about religion.
Then we started talking about boys again.
I didn't get much done today but straight up, I don't really give a shit. I'm serious; my whole outlook on life has changed. We all die one day and all the hard work we put in amounts to nothing. Might as well enjoy life while we have it.
Mmmm, when's dinner?
J
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Who's That Mole?
Wish I was taller and skinnier and prettier. I want to be one of those girls where you're standing next to her in line and you turn around and she's like BAM, she's so tall and makes an impression.
I'm too short to make an impression. I wander in and people say, "Who's the mole?"
Er, not to say people shorter than me are even more molish than I. It's my lack of gorgeousosity, spirit and charisma that makes me so impressionless.
Or unable to make an impression.
I don't know. I haven't gone to an English class in seven months.
J
I'm too short to make an impression. I wander in and people say, "Who's the mole?"
Er, not to say people shorter than me are even more molish than I. It's my lack of gorgeousosity, spirit and charisma that makes me so impressionless.
Or unable to make an impression.
I don't know. I haven't gone to an English class in seven months.
J
Ether and Ester Went Up The Hill
Who the fuck decided to have two functional groups, one named ether and the other ester?
Seriously. Fuck them all.
J
Seriously. Fuck them all.
J
No Fancy Dancy Apples for You
The other day Big Michelle and I was reminiscing on the stupid question this girl asked in the revision FCP lecture. It was, "Do we have to reference in the exam?" I wasn't sitting with Big Michelle at the time but with Mora and was facepalming. Apparently, Big Michelle was thinking the same thing.
I was trying to remember this similar situation occurring which I recalled so vividly but could not put into realization. And just then I remembered. It's all those times on Masterchef in master class and every single time someone will ask, "If we can't get blah blah can we use blah blah?" and it's usually like... if we don't have prosciutto can we use bacon? Or if we don't have Fancy Dancy apples can we use Granny Smiths? Or if we don't have buttermilk can we use normal milk with a teaspoon of vinegar?
FUCK YOU ALL. YOU ARE ON MASTERCHEF. GROW A PAIR.
I'm serious. I have this conspiracy that these people know the answer they're going to receive but ask anyway to suck up and appear interested.
I am vair cynical. And suspiciosus.
J
I was trying to remember this similar situation occurring which I recalled so vividly but could not put into realization. And just then I remembered. It's all those times on Masterchef in master class and every single time someone will ask, "If we can't get blah blah can we use blah blah?" and it's usually like... if we don't have prosciutto can we use bacon? Or if we don't have Fancy Dancy apples can we use Granny Smiths? Or if we don't have buttermilk can we use normal milk with a teaspoon of vinegar?
FUCK YOU ALL. YOU ARE ON MASTERCHEF. GROW A PAIR.
I'm serious. I have this conspiracy that these people know the answer they're going to receive but ask anyway to suck up and appear interested.
I am vair cynical. And suspiciosus.
J
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