Precious Royal Guilt

Isn't it nice to be woken up at 5:12 am by birds laughing at you? That's right kookaburras, I'm watching you.

I have so much to say that I haven't posted in about two weeks.

Okay that didn't make much sense. But I do admit I have a lot of "breaking news" and "explaining" and "ranting" and "photo spamming" and "making fake promises" and "whatnot" which didn't really need quotation marks but I felt the need to keep the pattern "ongoing"...

I've written this to-be posted blog post about five times. This is the sixth time I'll be writing it. I have plenty of good reasons for you to stick around till this very end. One reason is that I am allergic to save buttons. I wrote a post I think three times without saving them every time. That's right. And I thank God for those auto-recovery Word documents or I would've been screwed so many times. I tried writing this post various times throughout the fortnight so please don't make me feel so bad. Okay I just saved this just in case.

I've built many worries and paranoias throughout my life including worries about losing things. I really have this attachment to memories and anything memorable one has remembered. I have around 40 gigabytes of photos ahaha and I am worried that somehow, someday, they will all be deleted. But I have begun to move on from my attachment. Not so much because I still back up things at least twice. But still :) I also have a wide range of phobias, but they are not as bad as some other people. Okay yes I am quite claustrophobic. IT's not too bad because I can handle an elevator BUT if there is something wrong and I am stuck in one for an extremely long time (like in 'The Force' how this family got stuck in a broken elevator for a few hours in SUMMER) I will eventually start to overstress myself so much that I will try to sleep to get rid of my fear. If I am in a closet for too long in hide and seek (like half an hour or more unless I'm angry and can tolerate it) I will leave because I hate small spaces. THEY ARE SMALL. OKAY. Another fear I unfortunately have is the fear of heights. This is why I want to go skydiving because I'll face this fear. But I will never start tight rope walking ever, even if my life depends on it. Unless I know that I'm completely secure then I'm fine. Another fear... OHH spiders. I hate them but I find them fascinating. If one ends up touching me (when I'm surprised) I'll get a mini heart attack because I'm not the screaming type. Yeah I figured I always look very unemotional at times :( I'll always go up to a spider and stare at it. Until it jumps at my face. Like last time :( There was this time when I went canoeing and I have this habit of staying at the back of the boat and kicking the water a lot. When I stopped there was this huge spider on my knee. It was okay, I let it stay there for a while because it was cool but then I flicked it away. Sometimes, I take my fears as a joke. One time I was making my bed and then there was this little coil of dust-fluff (so I had thought) so I picked it up and looked really close to inspect it. Long story short I just picked up a spider. As they say: FACE YOUR FEARS.

French Books I Bought

Managed to buy SOMETHING
 with Bernice :D

Previously I had said that I will post a short movie review for 'Jack Reacher'. And I do mean short. I watched it they day after it was released so now it probably not do so much good. I would admit that (now, since I recently bought a Jack Reacher novel- 'Worth Dying For' by Lee Child. And I also bought a bunch of other books because I'm a bookworm) the actor who plays Reacher, Tom Cruise, does not fit the description of the character at all. That, is one of the obvious complaints of a book reader. One of the biggest shames in this movie adaptation of great reads world is of the Percy Jackson movie. Oh my goat fish but that film was horrible and was completely off the book. Drifting back to the Jack Reacher film, I thought it was pretty good and it is great how sometimes there are bits of comedy, which I like- to give some laughter throughout the seriousness. Overall, through the main criticism of not fitting the character's appearance, the movie is great: 4/5 stars :)

On the topic of movies, I was supposed to watch 'Life of Pi' today but I had to unfortunately go to a dentist. Well anyway while going to watch 'Jack Reacher' I had gone with Bernice. My goal was to buy one clothing item. It never worked out. I managed to steer away from buying clothes. It's like how, unlike other girls, I don't like nail polish or lip gloss or lip stick or whatnot. I just don't like their smells and tastes. Unless it has UV ray protection.

WARNING TO ALL AUSTRALIANS: if you haven't read the news...THERE'S A KILLER FLU ABOUT FROM THE UNITED STATES. One of the problems of globalisation. These darned diseases, which means vaccines which means needles. Lots of needles.

My Wii has broken down but it recently was fixed. Well it was a good reason to stop being fit. I went onto it and it gave me my new BMI. Hey almond Magnums aren't just there to be admired. They are to be eaten. So are the chocolate-dipped scotch fingers, chocolate milkshakes and the chocolate flakes. Lollies aren't really my thing though, but I think it's still a good reason for my current "slightly off" fitness level.

...My name means: Precious Royal Guilt. The question is 'Why?'

I'm so proud of my subconscious mind. I haven't had a nightmare for over a year. Until a few nights ago. It wasn't exactly clear at first (well it WAS until I got too lazy to write it down) but the only reason why it was different to all my other apocalyptic dreams is that I HAD A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE. Well it wasn't really a nightmare but there was this one moment that was 'nightmare-worthy' but the rest was funny.

Instead of that short dream here's one I wrote when I was supposed to post a few days ago:  No surprises here but yes the dream was hazy. Maybe because I didn't record until before I went to bed that day. Sadly. On the night of the 11th of January, 2013, the end of the world was here, yet again. I was at Central station, waiting for my train to come so that I, along with the rest of my grade (and some other years), can travel to the Sydney Art Gallery. Sadly the train guards came and told us that they ran out of trains but it was all okay because they had a replacement system. So not long after, we saw three buses (one a double decker sightseeing bus and two plain boring old buses) pull up on the train tracks. I whispered to my brother and sister to run and go upstairs of the sightseeing one. So we made it. We got into a three seater on the top so we ha an awesome sky view. Excited to go to the gallery the bus driver made some sad news. He said: Sorry but all siblings of Sydney Girls High students must be returned home. The only siblings on that bus were mine. So first they drove that bus to my home to drop them off. As we pulled into the driveway I told them bye and then showed my friends this picture I drew on the wall of my house (it had taken ages to fill the whole wall, up to the roof) with a piece of chalk. I was happy because it had lasted even in the rain because a little bit of the brown roof was overhanging so it had protected it, except for the faded parts at the bottom. Suddenly, someone on the bus in my grade, took out their water gun and sprayed the whole wall. I was so sad I was depressed and upset and I swore I wanted to murder that person (well not literally just giving the death stare) because water and chalk is never a good idea. So the whole trip I was quiet. When we arrived I was happy again. (Please note: I don't usually ever get mood swings. If it seems like I do, one emotion is fake and the other is real) Waiting for them to mark our roll they told us that you get points for how much, at the end of the day, you know about the artworks. If you get in the top thirty or something, they give you a medal. I never had a medal before so I really really tried to consume a lot of knowledge. So after exploring the art gallery for a while I settled down in a corner where the stairs were. (the gallery was kind of structured like my school) I saw that two people were there already and I heard them say: Do you want to go look at the carpet gallery? Even though it's out of bounds but sill... So yes as evil as I was I grabbed a random friend (I think it was Yameng) and I really was that bored and wanted to go somewhere else because I already could remember as much as possible about Aboriginal paintings. So I pretended to follow her but she was actually following me so I "accidently" walked into the carpet gallery past the security because they saw that we were busy talking. (Sorry Yameng, I can be evil. In fact, I am truly evil) While exploring the carpet gallery (and Yameng ditching me because she got bored) I realised why it was restricted. It was because the main office was there. With my super hearing powers I heard that they were making a list of people who had the highest points (all the smarties in my grade were mentioned) and then I heard me :D So happy that I could get a medal I realised I reached the end of the corridor and there was only a glass window there (the whole gallery was empty). I looked through the glass window and i realised that they had gathered up all the winners into that room but I was locked out. I tried to hear through the soundproof window: "...all those winners who need a medal, please follow me". They were led out of sight. I scrambled back upstairs towards the back door. Almost there, I heard a huge explosion which shook the building and deafened my ears. I opened the door to the warehouse area and ran outside. I saw this orange mushroom cloud where the winners were supposed to be. So they all perished. Shocked, everyone, it turns out to be, had to be evacuated into the warehouse anyway. Oh wait I forgot to mentioned this but I think I stole a painting. Don't worry I never got caught. It turns out there was a street bombing all around Sydney. Ignoring all this, I grabbed another friend (I forgot who) and went up to the table area where all the teachers were relaxing. I forgot what had happened but I remember, since this was an evacuation area, it was boring. So I started to have a chat to the teacher about exams and medals and how I could still get one (LOL I think I watched Wreck-it Ralph before this dream happened so I may appear to be obsessed with this "medal"). She didn't reply but she offered me a chocolate. I took it and left knowing we had to wait a longgg time. It ever so turns out that as soon as I stepped out of the warehouse the helicopter dropped a purple bomb which created a fast-approaching mushroom cloud. I didn't really care if I got a detention or not for leaving without the teachers permission but I ran into a bus, closed all the windows and stayed there because I am a greedy basketball. Long dream short I survived and it turns out my family was in the bus so they survived too. I'm really getting sick of these doomsday dreams (local or international) so I'll promise you, no more of these doomsday dreams unless it is actually interesting. Well that's the end.
...of the world :D

-radio transmission crackles-
*explosion* MAYDAY MAYDA-

I'll get straight to the point: if I am to pursue my dreams of flying... This will support it. Yes that's right I'm going to (hopefully) join the Australian Airforce Cadets. Plus it will help me keep fit LOL but I really want to fly an aircraft :3 Okay I know I don't come off as the type of person who is interested in the military environment except through theory (yes I finally know the dates of the World Wars and I know I'm just a tad behind. Just a tad) but I more or so come off as a variety-seeking different adventurous type. But so far this seems extremely unlikely as you see my timetable is full. Literally. Apparently per term you are supposed to have (two? At least) weekends free and 3hrs after school (apparently Tuesday) every week.

Monday: Extra Art Class, Tutor
Tuesday: Tutor
Wednesday: Knitting Class, Wind Orchestra (if I made it)
Thursday: Badminton
Friday: Swimming
Saturday: Tutor

I do, unfortunately, have my ups and downs and sometimes I get too lazy to apply for the AAFC. So I kind of gave up for this year. I'll probably be more supportive next year. Please note the 'PROBABLY' because I put that word in for a reason.

TV SHOW TIME: Another promo for White Collar came out and it looks really cool :) For all those people out there who likes watching any television series at all, you would love White Collar. Just saying :D I'M REALLY EXCITED. Six more days! And oh my gosh I really really hate Shane in The Walking Dead. I know he's going to die, I think the next episode. He better die. That basketball. I really really really hate him.Wait I'm watching it at the same time as typing and now he's *SPOILER ALERT* dead. That is kind of great but I feel bad for Rick. And I feel so sorry for Dale :( He is a very good person but nooo. Those cruel people didn't want to listen so now *SPOILER ALERT* he's dead :( (I know if I say 'spoiler alert' you guys would still read on anyway so I find them rather pointless *cough* Bernice) I'm still behind on Suits and Revenge is still quite the same on it's plot and all so far. Once Upon A Time always, for me, grabs your interest for a bit, then, as fast as you are pulled into it, you are out.

Completely irrelevant but this is
one of my best bokeh shots XD

Actually wait I am bothered to type up a better dream. Here it is (and yes it was an awesome dream): This dream occurred on the night after the doomsday dream. This is still a doomsday dream. LOL too much of The Walking Dead (I'm up to season three now and AHH OHMYGOD DARYL HAD TO KILL THAT CUTE OWL). Okay sorry I got lazy and the beginning of this amazing dream is hazy. RHYMING. I know that there were two houses are stranded in the oceans. Each belonged to either one of my cousins who are siblings (Ben and Jas). I believe I was at Jas' first then I found a way to escape to the other house which turns out to be rented out by my brother for protection during the apocalypse. I don't really know how the transition went (like always) but all I knew is that I arrived at an older version of our property. The inside of the house was refurbished with brown smooth wood planks and a fireplace. Over there I was asking my brother what he was doing. He said he was picking a new dog- a good one for the upcoming apocalypse. He told me to help. I had to hide under a cupboard with a Japanese Spitz (three of them). We picked the quietest one. I asked him why (from the past) he had speared both great Siberian Husky puppies. Grey and blue eyed. I forgot what he had said. In the end (I, again, don't know how the transition went) but I made it back to land just in time for school. As soon as the bell rang with me carrying the heaviest subjects (maths and French) I asked my friend: do we really have to bring all of year 7's, 8's and this year's French books and she was like yeah Jade. Deal with it. In my locker, it was full of books including books written by Castle (yes I started to watch that show too LOL) which I really wanted to bring to read but it was all too heavy. As I walked down the textiles corridor and I was just in time for great news. My French teacher told me I got a detention. For what? Walking down the corridor. I forgot what I had to do for detention but it was something about bananas. Maybe peeling them and cutting them. Anyway after detention I had left school while my French teacher wasn't looking (I AM SO EVIL) to this Sydney hotel that my cousins and my whole family were in. Apparently I came in the worst time possible. They were all tormenting one of my cousins for some reason which I had conveniently forgotten. It was awkward so I decided to leave by convincing my family to go to this hotel/casino. I am again unsure of the transition. I believe I was in the casino, though under age. I got bored waiting for everyone to do what they do when I saw that they were offering raisin cookies. I got suspicious and then I saw that all the waiters' cards were from around a century ago (their birth date) so I told my brother that this had seemed all so familiar to a book I think. I left before I could be tempted to get a cookie because I was starving and I knew that raisins are disgusting and that the apocalypse is near so we need to get going. After leaving the casino and into the cafe bar, I remembered that it was a Percy Jackson reference (Lotus Casino I think in Vegas). The waiter had got up to me and offered me a cookie and even thought I know I shouldn't and was even reminded by my brother, I ate the cookie anyway (because I can). It wasn't too bad. Maybe because I was hungry. Please, family and friends who are reading this, don't ever give me a raisin cookie because I won't eat it. Then we had to run because everyone realised the apocalypse is here and some people were already zombies but wasn't seen as them until the "doomsday clock" struck. I had to drag my dad out of the casino and he's like "why Jade? Why are you always so bossy >:(" and then we really had to leave by taking our car. On the road, we bumped into another survivor group which consisted of the Walking Dead crew (as it ever so happens to be). We had combined to make a larger crew. We had no idea where we were heading so we decided to go to one of the survivor's mansion which is next door to a school. It was the evening so we had to rush before it was nightfall. There were heaps of zombies outside the gate so we had to dash for it I believe. The survivor's wife was home. Skip skip all this boring stuff to when we got to pick rooms. I don't know but for some reason I was really stupid in this dream so I picked the most luxurious room over the safest room, which was the one further away from the entrance where all the zombies were. The survivor went around the rooms to check on us. Finally he reached my room and I believe I was complaining about how uncomfortable the bed was. His facial expression was like: not my problem mate. Just at that moment unfortunately two zombies walked into my room. The survivor screamed and opened all the drawers to try and find a weapon but all he found was a deflated blue balloon. the zombies were gaining on him. I hid in the closet while they continued to attack the survivor because there was nothing I could do about it. When they were distracted I ran into the bathroom which was just next to the closet. Sadly these zombies are smart zombies and they know how to use a knife. Which is so inconvenient for an unarmed midget like me. They chased me into the bathroom so I went out onto the balcony. Yeah that's awkward. There's a GLASS door to the balcony from the bathroom. You could only lock from inside and there's only one door so I have to slide the door side to side to protect myself from the zombie in the bedroom and the one in the bathroom. I manage to hit the door really hard on the bedroom zombie that its arm fell off but the bathroom one had a knife and it's arm wasn't cut off. So it decided to slice and cut my wrist. Barely any blood came out of the wounds but apparently I was already suffering from blood loss so just in time, the other survivors heard the noise and took down the two zombies. WOO STAYING ALIIIVE but we were all sad that the other survivor died. Again I am unsure of the transitioning but our group escaped into a forest/river area by dusk. The group needed more food so they told me (because they're wimps :D) to go down past the highway to the convenience store. When I went in I saw that it was all empty so I casually strolled in as if I shopped. When I turned to go where the aisles were I accidently knocked over a stack of cans in the sea food section. The zombies on the other side of the store heard the noise and walked towards me. I ran and hid under rotting fish (disgusting- bad enough to retch) so they couldn't smell me. They didn't so I saw that they chased this other girl instead and while she was being consumed (ahaha did you get that? She is a consumer and then the zombies started to eat her so they consumed the consumer LOL). I manage to grab things along the escape and an  empty broken jar to stab any zombies.

I'm too lazy to finish the dream (I also didn't write it in so much detail as usual) but here are some points about what happens:
-My sister gets some sort of poisoning and she gets delivered to a hospital
-We leave to a more rural area where there are less zombies
-It turns out we meet my relatives there who have a farm and don't really know too much about the apocalypse
-Other than our rellies, yes James and Oliver Phelps was there and also another Harry Potter actor but I forgot who
-Apparently I couldn't tell the difference between the two and kept calling each other each other
-We ended up safe staying in this apartment

I always forget where I put things. It's like I hide them if it's precious (like money or something) then when I need it, the place is so safe that I forgot where I left it. It causes so much unnecessary stress in your daily life. This is why I don't clean my room. If I clean it, I may misplace things in new place and will never ever find them again. Unfortunately when I DO have to clean my room, I find the most useless, but memorable, items in my room. Like a Maccas toy from six years ago.

It was really funny because when I DID find my wallet *clap clap, congrats* I decided to make a mini survival kit in my wallet. You would probably be thinking "oh...ohkay" but I had a good reason. Actually, coming to think of it...I don't. So anyway this idea did start because I was also packing for school...naturally being excited almost a month early and I have this habit of carrying the most useful things at the most necessary times. It's like how I always keep a pen in my pocket- saves time and effort. Well in my survival kit, in my wallet or not, I usually include band-aids, pens, hair ties, bobby pins, paper clips, tissues, mozzie bite cream (because it's summer and they're not very friendly then), moisturiser (because it's good it put it around an itchy spot, like a mozzie bite area, to avoid scratching if the mozzie bite cream doesn't really work out for you) lip balm (with SPF+ because I think that's more important than its taste), sunscreen, post-it notes, permanent marker, Mentos (because sometimes you need a sugar boost), a fan (because yes it is so hot in Australia) and emergency money (around $10 or $20). You know...I can be very prepared if I wanted to :D I actually do recommending bringing some of these things for incredibly inconvenient moments (which, for me, is always, since I have allergies and sneeze and sneeze and sneeze...)

In one of my blogs about New Years I had mentioned about one of my resolutions- TO BE MORE SOCIAL- in it. It really, to be completely honest, hasn't been working out so well. And I didn't say I tried unless standing within two metres of a person and ignoring them doesn't count. I have four events of unsocial-ness I have faced in the past fortnight. The first of all this was about an Asian child in a purple swimsuit swimming near me. I was just relaxing in the pool, adjusting to the temperature when this one-eyed one-horned flying purple people-eater just jumped at me and started to froth and drool at her mouth within a few centimetres off my cheek. It is not pleasant to have a rabies ever so close to contact. That moment, mes amis, is my first moment of socialising in a stranger-filled society. The next one happened a few minutes later when I transferred myself into the spa. (Please note: I'm never the extreme socialist. If I must be someone's buddy or meeting new friends of friends then of course I'll chat but I don't even talk to my swimming mates in my squad unless I didn't hear the coach) There was this little cute baby whose name was Emma, as stated by her mother, who swam next to her. Our only communications were: Hi!; How are you?; What's your name?; Pardon?; Are you enjoying swimming? I guess I got boring so they left :( The third occasion this fortnight was  the fact that I went to get the mail. The postman was there, quietly doing his business while I go up to him and say "Hello". I didn't expect him to jump in fear. I just said hello :( He was like: Oh sorry you scared me. Your mail is in the box. No hello back or anything. My old postman used to be very nice and be like "Good Morning. How's your day?" in his typical Aussie accent. Now it's just like this awkward silence while he fumbles with the mailbox and then leaves. Well, I tried.

I am surprised about how much I had learnt from watching shows with French subtitles (now available since I bought television series DVDs). My favourite French expression is now: On y va (let's go). It will change I assure you. It's like how in Italian I found the word for bicycle very memorable.

Night contacts are so fun. I love taking them off. Unfortunately I get double vision from them :(

Finally I have decided to draw again. I drew this picture of a girl looking out of a window (it's unfinished because I'm too lazy). I need to work on humans. It was one of my holiday mini-epiphanies. Another epiphany was that I forgot all my extra maths notes so now I'm re-studying them and I am no fan of quadratics or trig and I realised how smart other people were looking at their homework and how much I realised I forgot how to do them.

This was such a long post. But it's okay. It makes up the times I haven't been posting. Sadly the holidays are running short and I haven't managed to get any of my to-do list done.

Toodles :D