Supernatural awesomeness.

WOAH PROMO PITCHURE. 5x20. I can't even think about this one yet, I'm in the process of getting 17 and 18 as I type. Angsty Dean's getting a bit . . . ehhh. And CASTIEL BEATS UP DEAN IN EPISODE 18. The convention's not too far away . . . :D but CHANNEL TEN CANCELLED SUPERNATURAL AGAIN. After THREE episodes (5x9). Beware the fangirl wrath.

Life, how much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. Yeah. Hasn't really sunk in yet. So I may as well talk about other things. Am yet to see Supernatural 5x17, and coming up is 5x18 . . . EPISODE ONE HUNDRED. Wow.

I shall list the rare treasures life has thrown my way. When they do come my way, I'm feeling the happiest.

• Bear hugs, cuddles, the lift and spin hug . . . well, any hug really.
• A Supernatural episode that makes my jaw drop and keeps it hanging there.
• Cups of hot chocolate. Well, not really rare, but still.
• Rainy nights and thunderstorms.
• Songs that get in my head, really good ones and stay there. Especially the really sweet ones.
• The lift and hug spin. I know I've already said this, but it can't be said enough. It's beyond words how awesome it is. Being picked up off the ground makes me feel better. :D

Less than one week. Ehhh. New discoveries.

Happy Easter. I hope you enjoyed the chocolate pig out. I personally didn't feel like it this year, but no matter. Made Oreo flavoured ice cream yesterday, tasted it tonight . . . and it was so much better than simply eating an Oreo. It had the whole cookies-and-cream thing going on. It might just be my new thing. I'll definitely be making some more, mainly for Friday.

Five days to go. More like four, at the time of this post.

Supernatural Episode "Dark Side of the Moon" (Yeah, I keep up with the US. Included in the definition of fangirl. Cause I'll all that). So sad. And yet, so brilliant. I recommend this ep, no, I prescribe it for any fan. I shall not spoil, only mention . . . a few loved characters return for this ep and one particularly dirty angel has a cringeworthy moment in the spotlight {not Cas. Cas is no dirty angel ;)} . I shall only include the sypnosis and some pictures.

Ambushed by angry hunters, Sam and Dean are shot and killed and sent to Heaven. Castiel warns Dean that Zachariah is looking for them in Heaven so they need to lay low while searching for an angel named Joshua who can help them since he talks directly to God. While searching for Joshua, the brothers run into some old friends and family members.

♪ All The Right Moves by OneRepublic

If you've wanted something for weeks, months, even years; wished for it until every fibre in your being feels like it's on fire, and you suddenly get it . . . what if, during the process, you've found something new, and so your original wish isn't so desperately wanted . . . how are you supposed to feel? What if, by having your wish granted, you create additional pain for yourself? What now?

. . . one week to go.

It's coming . . .

. . . two weeks. Two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Until I turn 18.

I have no words to express my excitement. So I'll just post this deviantart.com picture of Castiel. Hopefully you get the idea.

Warning: Do not read if you have a weak stomach. Just in case.

In spirit of the new blog and title, I thought I may as well blog about quite a weird catastrophe. May not seem like a big deal to the ordinary person, but this affects my life every now and then.

So you're sitting at a restaurant with some newly met people. You open the menu - so many choices! - and feel your stomach give this awkward lurch. Having no idea where this feeling comes from, you ignore it and happily pick something. You fill the in-between time with chatter, feeling perfectly fine.

And then . . .

. . . your plate arrives. And it looks great.

But all of a sudden, you feel like this. You can't ignore it any more. Waves of nausea.

You have to excuse yourself.

. . . well, maybe not you. More like . . . me.

I myself call it an "irrational fear of fine dining". It's been this way as long as I can remember. Actually, it's a lot better controlled nowadays, considering the days when I was 7- age and actually throwing up. I remember one particular birthday party . . . actually, I wish I didn't at all. It was THAT bad.

All I know is, these types of situations tend to trigger it. I have no idea why. It feels AWFUL. I feel more at home eating off my lap, watching TV.

That a reasonable catastophe?

:D

19 days until my birthday. 48 days until my Melbourne/convention trip. YAY. Went out for a friend's birthday celebration last night, and at this point, life can't get any better. :D

Photoshop and Friends rant

I've made and put up the new banner . . . and I LOVEEEEE it. Been a while since I've Photoshopped, and I'd forgotten how much I love doing it. I could Photoshop for hours . . . but this banner's definitely encouraged myself to keep blogging. :D

Friends! Ever since I bought the complete boxed set, it's been such a useful procrastinating tool. Not that I want to be procrastinating this year of any . . . final year of high school . . . digression. I'll be talking about my favourite Friends eps.

Two particular episodes come to mind. The One With All The Thanksgivings and The One Where Ross Got High. The One With All The Thanksgivings involves dredging up memories of thanksgivings and turkeys on people's heads. Enough said.

The One Where Ross Got High is just hilarious. Monica and Ross's parents, Jack and Judy (I laughed too) have come over, and Chandler wants their approval, they seem to hate him for no apparent reason. Ross remembers a time in "college" when he'd been high and blamed the smell on Chandler when his parents came to investigate. Rachel tries cooking a dessert, but ends up making half an English trifle and half a shepard's pie because the pages stuck together; everyone has to pretend to like it, but Joey actually likes it!

"What’s not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Gooooood."

Ross and Joey want to go to Janine's party with all her dancer friends, and Phoebe gets a mild crush on Jack because she dreamed he saved her from a burning building. He ends up dream-cheating on her.

The four stories end up colliding in such a fantastic way.

Ross: Mom, Dad, you remember that-that time you walked in my room and smelled marijuana?
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Yes. (They look at Chandler angrily.)
Ross: Well I told you it was Chandler who was smoking the pot but it was me. I’m sorry.
Mrs. Geller: It was you?
Monica: And Dad, y’know that mailman that you got fired? He didn’t steal your Playboys! Ross did!
[The Gellers stare at Ross. Ross looks at his parents with an afraid, shocked look.]
Ross: Yeah, well, Hurricane Gloria didn’t break the porch swing, Monica did!
[The Gellers glare at Monica.]
[Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel are sitting at the table, looking at the Geller siblings like they’re weirdos.]
Monica: Ross hasn’t worked at the museum for a year!
[The Gellers glare at Ross.]
Ross: Monica and Chandler are living together!
[The Gellers glare at Monica, shocked]
[Monica and Chandler both are shocked. Ross gives Monica a “take that!” look.]
Monica: Ross married Rachel in Vegas! And got divorced! Again!!!!
[The Gellers glare at Ross.]
Phoebe: (joining in) I love Jacques Cousteau!
Rachel: (reading the recipe magazine, finally figuring out that...) I wasn’t supposed to put beef in the trifle!
Joey: (pounding the table) I wanna gooooooo!
Mrs. Geller: (rubbing her temples) That’s alot of information to get in in thirty seconds. Alright Joey, if wanna leave, just leave. Rachel, no you weren’t supposed to put beef in the trifle. It did not taste good. Phoebe, I’m sorry, but I think Jacques Cousteau is dead. (Phoebe makes a sad face.) Monica, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
Mr. Geller: And we kinda figured about the porch swing.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, drugs? Divorced? Again?
Mr. Geller: What happened son?
Ross: I-I uh, I got tricked into all those things!

Awesome. :D

Um, what?

"Hey Mish, your blog looks different" . . . well, I'm renaming and reformatting, and I've also changed the url, so if you're already following me, apparently this isn't a problem. Say hello to the more appropriate 'My life just happens to contain crazy catastrophes". :P The purple thing got a little old to be honest, so I'm hoping the change will encourage me to blog more. quiglety madness, BE GONE. Haven't written songfics in quite a while, so I guess I've dropped it.

I still have the old banner, but I'll be making a new one ASAP.

Hello, me.

Well, I haven't blogged in a while. It's almost like saying hello to myself.

Hello, me.
Heyyyyyyy.

How you doin'?

Yeah, alright, I guess. You?

Ehhhhh. Don't really know. Lots of stuff. You know.

Yeah, I do know.

Okay then. Just wanted to say hey.

Alrighty. :P

So, yes. I worked for a couple of weeks, and that gave me a little someting to fill my pocket, at least temporarily. ot the complete boxed set of Friends, and also season one of Dexter, season four of Supernatural and . . . *drumroll, please* . . . A CHANCE TO GO TO THE SUPERNATURAL CONVENTION IN MAY.

Yes, I'm still a Supernatural fan - I've now fully made the leap from fandom to fangirl. It's pretty great. :D I'm mostly concentated on Castiel/Misha Collins . . . who will be at the convention. *fangirl faint*

Can't wait until May. Going down to Melbourne that weekend, and hopefully I can crash at my friend Mel's. Missed her soooooo much since moving away, and we haven't seen each other for about a year . . . seeing Mel and Misha Collins? Itll be the best weekend ever. :D

nanowrimo

New term at school, and a whole new bunch of craziness. Mainly, because I'm seriously considering participating in the National Novel Writing Month. A 50,000 word novel in the month of November: 30 days. Would put a serious halt to my Catty series, but I am yet to hear back from Penguin Books, and it sounds rather challenging. Might actually be fun. Who knows? So I'll be signing up today. It'd be great to get some support, but anyway, hopefully I can fit this in. I really want to fit this in. It's more quantity than quality, and anyway, I got an idea a couple of days ago that'd I'd been thinking about up until now. Perfect timing, or what?!

Fingers crossed.

Phooey.

It's been a little while since I've blogged, I'm ashamed of myself. :( I've managed to listen to the Coldplay album Parachutes, and am particularly addicted to the tracks "Don't Panic", "Shiver", "Sparks", "Trouble", "Parachutes", "We Never Change", "Life Is for Living" and "Carfeful Where You Stand". Parachutes has nothing on A Rush of Blood to the Head or Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, but it's still really good.

The school production was possibly an experience I'll always remember - not on the top of the list, but it's right up there! Plus I may actually do it again for the next one: being part of the backstage crew was awesome, just all the people I was able to meet and all the things I was able to do . . . just . . . wow.

Also went to the school ball last Friday, which is something I've never done. I enjoyed it heaps. :D

And as if dressing up last Friday wasn't enough, this Friday my Lit class gets to have a tea party, and dress up as our favourite literary characters! So I'm going as Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter - blonde wig,tacky glasses and all. What a great way to celebrate the end of the term . . . and the start of the holidays. This term was possibly the best one I've had in a while, excepting the last term of last year. :D

Busy, busy, busy.

So now that I've sent the book, I seem to be having ideas about a second, maybe even a third book. Like a trilogy. It's shaping itself so effectively that all I really have to do is fill the gaps! New sequences are just appearing to me, and I just HAVE to write them down, even at 2:30am. Although if the first one isn't all that successful, then . . . well . . . I may have to stop there. Here's hoping I don't have to.

Meanwhile, I'm helping backstage at the school production. :D Should be a lot of fun. Also, been watching clips at juliansmith.tv and this guy is AWESOME. Highly recommended. SUBSCRIBE.

Nothing much, really.

I've had a bunch of stuff due this week. And then the cold monster had to rear its ugly head. *cue horror music* The pressure to have Superman's immunity during the school year is way too . . . overestimative. Yuck.

Hopefully I get better soon. Hopefully.

I've also applied for a job. Fingers crossed for that one, too.

For every girl.

For every girl that hopes beyond hope, that wishes beyond her wildest dreams, that reads beyond words.

For every girl that's had her hopes crushed, her wishes stomped on, her words burnt beyond saving - right in front of her very eyes.

For every girl that's never been held affectionately other than by a relative, never been kissed, never considered herself worthy of a second thought - and knows it's something they want to experience - and yet, none of these has happened. So she wonders if there's something wrong with her, when in actual fact, someone may be thinking about her that exact moment - but is too scared to act because of what others may think.

For every girl that's ever fallen asleep only in hopes of dreaming, a la "Blind" by Lifehouse.

For every girl that's ever stared into a mirror at home or school or work for seemingly hours at a time, unable to see the beauty, only capable of finding the flaws.

For every girl that's ever stared into a mirror at home or school or work for seemingly hours at a time, obsessively fixing themselves up for a possible ten second encounter with the object of their emotions and thoughts.

For every girl that's ever tried to forget him, really tried, only to come full circle.

For every girl that's dissected every word, every action, tried to see beyond the surface, unsure of anything after days, weeks, months . . . even years.

For every girl who embarrasses herself constantly and uncontrollably - stuttered, tripped, blushed, dropped things - in the presence of a certain person.

For every girl who - even for a second, no matter how healthy she may be - doubted her body weight and appearance.

For every girl that's had someone overestimate her, and had to disappoint them - she is who she is, and says "Here I am".

For every girl that people expect the best of, but never believe in, she has good results academically, only to be cruelly slandered behind her back: her only crime being that she's achieved better.

For every girl that's ever been under pressure - from parents, siblings, friends, peers, co-workers - and felt out of control, buried in agony and torment.

For every girl that's worked so hard, whether it's on who she is, or a job they may have stuck at all day, only to be upstaged and pushed into the background, unheard.

For every girl that's ever dreamt of her Prince Charming - to wait around for him to sweep her off her feet - only to realise he's just that, a dream.

For every girl that's felt all alone, even in a crowded mass of people. No one can possibly understand how she feels: unless they're her. All she wants is for someone to be brave enough to approach, just step up and give her the comfort she needs.

For every girl that's read this and found that she can relate to this in more ways than one - you are not alone. We ALL feel this way. We might not show it - not even let slip that we even understand - but we all do, more than we should.

This is for you.

Catty: In the works!

I finally put my book Catty in the mail about four days ago, and I got confirmation that it was recieved today (had to enclose a postcard, and they sent it back), so WOOOO. Here's hoping.

Listening to different music lately, with some suggestions from friends. These are awesome. :D

Other than that, nothing really to blog about. Oh, except I made lemon meringue pie in food tech today, and I'm about to try some. Let's see if I've done it right. :P

(8) The Hardest Part/Postcards From Far Away, from the new live Coldplay album.

Okay, so why do I feel so crap lately?

Haven't had the energy to do much since the term's started. I'm constantly feeling drained. Even the simplest things are getting harder to do, like living through each day is a strenuous running race. Getting to the end of each day is a big relief - but then I wake up, and I have to go through it all over again. Fantastamatic. It's getting old.

In a way I can relate to 'The Hardest Part' by Coldplay (must I say, the live LeftRightLeftRightLeft version is breathtaking!). "Everything I know is wrong, everything I do, it's just comes undone, and everything is torn apart . . ." - like, I don't know, it's as if I can't really do much any more. I try to do things and they just unravel. It's incredibly frustrating.

The super intense dreams haven't stopped, either - so everything just feels hazy and foggy. My memory hasn't been fairing well. If I try to think too hard, I end up with a headache.

On the other hand, the music video for "Strawberry Swing" by Coldplay came out yesterday. Pure awesomeness, I recommend it.

And I've been rewatching Supernatural, the last episode I watched being "Playthings". The beauty of it is that I'd totally forgotten the scene where Sam gets drunk. Hilarious. :D

Anyway, see you on the flipside.

Back to school . . . with some wishes on the side.

"Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm an idiot." One of Jacob's chapter titles in Breaking Dawn. LOVE.

Yeah, school. Blah. Bright side, I've started Lit, a subject I've wanted to do since a year or so ago. It's sooo much more fun than English. :D

On the other hand? Things are slowing down. Time's starting to lull. It's really weird. So I'm kind of . . . well . . . out of it. :P

So, crazy rant/wish list.

I wish . . .

• That time would speed up
• People with even a crumb of talent or intellect get the recognition they deserve.
• Pressure, any kind, could be non-existent.
• That I could be taller. Even just a couple of inches, I'll be happy with that.
• That kids in developing countries don't have to die for the sake of rich people enjoying mansions and cars and jacuzzis. That's just sick.

Michael Jackson, RIP.

Phrase of the week? "I SHALL WIKI YOU." (On someone who'd never heard of samosas).

Wow, he's really dead. This is weird. He's being compared to Elvis now. :P So many jokes are floating around. And he's influenced the world in such a way, that his death would never have gone unnoticed. CDs are selling out fast, as I've experienced first hand.

I practically grew up to a video complication of his songs. Beat It, Bad, Thriller, Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough, the list goes on.

Here's a playlist, although I would've preferred to have put up a video playlist - but I'm of yet to learn how to do so. :P Let me know if you want more added to it.

WHEEEEEEEEEE.

I feel like a baseball today: sore, cramped and tossed around. I'm definitely not going to sit in my emo corner at school any more. Speaking of, exams are finally OVER. The semester is OVER, and my Maths worries are OVER. I can finally start English Lit, which I couldn't do because it clashed with my compulsory Maths unit, which I'm dropping. :D :D :D

Holidays. Winter holidays. I love winter.

What to do, what to do? The answer? Reading for Lit. I've finished The Catcher In The Rye, found it to be very abstract and surprisingly adult. :

A Streetcar Named Desire, I read it when I got it because I made the connection between the play and the Simpsons episode, and I was very curious. This book also included the play The Glass Menagerie, and so I read that too. Found myself identifying with Laura, so strange and different that a guy caller can't find her attractive.

Which leaves Much Ado About Nothing. And I studied this play a couple of years ago.

My book Catty is finished, with the latest draft standing at 26,000 words. And I only just realised that I thought the writing would be hard, but getting published is the biggest difficulty I've ever faced. The main publishers I thought of aren't accepting unsolicited manuscripts. I even considered self-publishing with sites such as lulu.com and blurb.com, but these require money. :P

But I have found a potential: Penguin Books.

Some final touches to my manuscript, and I'll give them a try. Wish me luck? :)

A pre-exams rant for you all.

School this week. People ask me for all these answers. Answer to this and that. Even in Maths, which I'm pretty hopeless at. But I've had my own questions this week, and that's really shocked some people. How to react when someone who apparently knows the answers is asking questions themselves? For some, it's the apocalypse.

I don't rush home and study. NO WAY. I don't think I've picked up a school book outside of school for a couple of weeks! Probably a bad thing to say, considering we have exams next week, but I can't be STUFFED studying.

I hate how in society, even the tiniest amount of intellect in someone is condemned, not rewarded.

My brain is soooo cloudy right now, been having these super intense, vivid dreams lately. It's like I'm awake. But I can't tell you what they're about - I can't even remember them. I wake up, and ten seconds later I'm going, " . . . what the?"

Good luck, for those of you sitting exams. :P

Dogwalking.

I walked two dogs today. My grandma's called Harry, and our own called Jessie. Two different experiences altogether.

I found a problem with Harry. I'm not quite sure what breed he is, but he's too SMALL. Jessie's a Labrador. Harry actually TROTTED, and only for a block. I see why everyone wants them - to pose. :P I took Jessie straight afterwards. Boy, there was a difference. Pun intended. Harry's a boy. He lifted his leg up at everything. I mean, EVERYTHING.

Jessie's a girl. Not so macho. Plus, she was actually eager for a walk. She set off on a gallop straight off. I always keep up with her by running. :D

There's always these annoying kids down our street that ride up and down on scooters, they're just annoying. We met them about a block in - they all had to get out of the way. They were SCARED. "WOAH, that's a big dog."

Actually felt like I accomplished something today when I got home exhausted.

The Theo Therum/The Mishy Moo Rule

Mel wanted me to put up my bitch theory, so here it is: The Theo Therum (otherwise known as the Mishy Moo Rule rofl) I did come up with this theory while attending an all-girls' school, so excuse the 'she's and 'her's.

Like every theory, this one has exceptions, but I'll get to those in a minute.

Girls get bored in their own environment if they're there for a few years. So they feel the need to bitch and gossip. Torment people. For FUN. May seem like an exaggeration, but if you get the short end of the stick, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

The main point is that if you've been to more than two schools (primary and secondary), you're not a bitch. More than two schools, you've started over at least once. It's pretty daunting.

The exceptions?
-You've been to only two schools, but you're not bored with yourself. You're happy. :D
-You've been to more than two schools and you've still ended up as a bitch.

So there you have it. Agree or disagree, but it's been proven.

Homework avoidance at a new level.

So, I'm about to wash the dishes while listening to Paramore. And just casually shove the homework pile into a dark shady corner - at least until tomorrow, anyway. :P New playlist included below, knock yourself out. Especially loving "Crushcrushcrush" (especially on the live version, at 0:32-0:36 "Oh, it makes no sense at all") and "That's What You Get".

(8) So won't you fly with me?

Exams are coming up. BOO. Nonetheless, I couldn't be happier. I expected school to go really slow, but the weeks are all but flashing by, faster by the week. Any second, I'm going to blink and it's going to be the end of the semester. Crazy.

And I couldn't be any happier than this.