well that’s just silly! May 20, 2009

Howdy!

I was watching the news, and saw this article about Sarah Jessica Parker [or whatever her name is] and the girl who is carrying her twins.

And the amount of bagging they gave that poor girl was horrible. They described her as a ‘tattooed, pierced [at least, I think it was that] and into heavy metal’. Which categorized her as someone that shouldn’t be carrying kids.

My mum and I had this instant reaction.

Mine was ‘that’s like telling every other mother or soon-to-be mum who has tattoos, piercings or listens to heavy music, shouldn’t be a mother and will be a bad influence.’

My mum’s was ‘those hypocritical bastards whose wives probably did that back in the day, should get a life.’

I prefer my mum’s quote better.

But it was just like saying to every other woman ‘don’t get piercings, don’t get tattoos, don’t listen to heavy metal, or you are worthy to be a mother.’

Its heavily stupid. Some people should get lives and stop complaining about others to mask their own pain.

Regards,

misshappypants

tetanus hurts more than they let on. May 19, 2009

Hey,

We had immunizations today. What fun! And it was that darned tetanus shot.

I should have listened when they said it hurt. Not at first. I didn’t realise that they had even taken the needle out until the woman pushed me out of my chair.

It was later when people made you flinch by making you think that they were going to punch you  in the arm.

Then it hurt.

And I had the strangest reaction to it.

During Maths I was exhausted, although a lot of other people were so I brushed it off.

And then during Music I started breaking out in a rash along my arms and thighs. And I had this weird taste at the back of my throat that wasn’t like blood, yet still metallic-y.

Finally, on my way to SOSE, I lost my vision in my right eye and had a headache behind that particular eye as well. Now, I wear glasses, and while I was wearing them, it was almost like I was seeing without them. It was all blurry and kind of scary.

I told the school nurse, who rang mum, who was annoyed and worried that I had called. I think I’m heading off to the doctor’s tonight. But the headache moved over to my left eye, and I went home early.

Now everyone is saying that it was because of tension, and I think I was just really hungry, but others think it was the tetanus.

Anyway, back to the actual shot. You should have seen some of my classmates. I’m not being mean, because we all laughed about it later, but this one boy was high. On nerves. He couldn’t sit still and was bouncing. They thought he was about to pass out because of it. Girls were crying and then we were laughing about one of the guys from last year who tensed his muscle as the needle went in, and un-tensed it later and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. It had the desired effect and people laughed.

A couple of other kids were as white as ghosts, which is saying something because most have really pale skin and went super-pale.

Someone started breaking out in a sweat, some people started crying and others had reactions to the needles.

But ,all in all, no one ran away this time, and no one fainted.

No more needles till year 11 or some high number like that! Oh yeah!

Night,

miss[quite ill]happypants.

[PS. This morning fredrick passed on. He will be remembered dearly. And no marvin is back on the job in replacement.]

i repel technology. May 18, 2009

Does anyone else find that they repel technology at the worst times possible?

Nowadays, fredrick is kicking the can.

Not like patricia, who has become more of a hang than a slide, but he refuses to stay on more than three minutes at the maximum.

Which means that I’ll have to use marvin now.

Also, double d is restarting like he’s the boss of everything, which is annoying the hell out of me.

And diana doesn’t want to turn on, and freezes up during a game.

And …

colleen doesn’t want to add numbers anymore and is copying diana with the ‘freezing up’ crap.

Its not cool.

Electronics hate me.

Even the computer, who has yet to get a name, but crashes every fifteen minutes.

I blame PC-cillin-crap-thing for destroying the computer. I’ve lost too many files. And it’s all because I clicked ‘clean’ to get rid of that bloody virus-infected song.

Gah! I hate this.

Anyone else want to share their names for their personal belongings and/or deaths/illnesses/fits/mood swings in which their electronics have had?

Regards,

miss[not quite]happypants

[PS. fredrick is my phone, patricia is kat' phone, marvin is my old phone, double d is my iPod, diana is my DS and colleen is my calculator.]

two week anniversary! May 17, 2009

Oh go me. One post a day [or more] for two weeks! Well, almost.

Personally, I would’ve liked to aim for a month, but I missed a few days since the beginning of May.

But, anyway.

This is short as hell because its just going to sit here like this.

Because I said so.

More tomorrow!

Love,

miss[celebrating]happypants

must see moarrr May 16, 2009

[I swear a bit, to show my happiness. Just a warning.]

I saw The Presets last night. And, by God, it was the most fucking awesome concert.

There was a light show that was just … whoa.

The supporting band, Wolf & Cub, were all right. Just all right. Not a big crowd at the beginning.

This was the night:

Wolf & Cub played. My mate, Madi, got hit on by this dude with dreadlocks who was popping pills and his friends smoked pot. My ass was smacked that many times I scared a few people when I turned around. People were smoking. This pregnant woman creeped Madi out. A spaz ran up to us and screamed for the Presets to come on. We waited an hour for the Presets to finally get on stage. We moshed. We sat down with food and drinks that were fucking expensive. We moshed some more. Madi was hit on again by this dude who thought she was over 18. She told him she was only 14 and he backed off by a mile. I scared him off when he kept on looking back over at us. We sat down again and this man who was high on crack or something was humping the wall or some shit like that. He stopped and stared at us. My People started playing and we moshed some more. Some dude next to me looked like he was having a heart attack the way he was dancing. It stunk of BO, smoke and … more smoke. The first dude with dreadlocks tried to pick Madi up again, but the two girls he tried to pick up after Madi had a go at him. We couldn’t be fucked waiting to go to the toilet. I gots a t-shirt with the tour dates. And we left, only to watch Harry Potter 4 when we got back to Madi’s place.

I was upset a bit, that the dude with dreadlocks wasn’t around to hear the speech I was going to give him for trying to pick Madi up. Darn it, maybe next time.

We were probably the youngest there. That was kinda scary. There was this grandpa up on the balcony dancing and telling us all to wave our hands. Oh my God it was hilarious.

And the second guy in the Presets, not the singer-man, was telling the crowd what to do. Fucking hell it was like ‘WOOOOOOO THAT GUY IS SO COOL!!!!!’

Ahhh, I am content. And I want to see them again. No, I actually want to go to the after-party tonight, but momma said ‘no’. Do not defy Boss-mum.

I’m just going to sit in my Presets t-shirt with my pins and do my homework now.

Night.

a prediction no doubt May 15, 2009

[Minor language warning]

This is actually kind of creepy. Underlined items are mainly me. And there is a lot of them.

I am type: INFP – “Questor”. High capacity for caring. Calm and pleasant face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.

Possible Career Paths for the INFP:
- Writers. [maybe. side career-type-thing]

- Counselors / Social Workers.

- Teachers / Professors. [I want to be a high school teacher. that would be a laugh]

- Psychologists. [I have a lot of things I want to work out in regards to the brain]

- Psychiatrists. [Helping people makes me feel a whole lot better]

- Musicians. [who doesn't like music?]

- Clergy / Religious Workers.

Traits:
- Strong value systems.

- Warmly interested in people. [more their problems, and solutions as to how to fix them]

- Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above their own. [ho yeah]

- Loyal and devoted to people and causes. [yep]

- Future-oriented. [I dwell to much on the past to be a part of this]

- Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction. [does that include height? I want to be taller, actually]

-Creative and inspirational. [har har I'm full of it sometimes]

-Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated. [Lazy as hell, but if my 'ruling principle' is disrupted, I fight with my fists]

- Sensitive and complex. [I take things to heart]

- Dislike dealing with details and routine work. [not so good on the 'time limits' set for work]

- Original and individualistic – “out of the mainstream”. [I try to be. But I really like the 'military style' clothing they have nowadays]

- Excellent written communication skills. [umm at times?]

- Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams. [ho yeah, I get into loads of trouble at school for not working in groups]

- Value deep and authentic relationships. [I guess]

- Want to be seen and appreciated for who they are. [please and thank you]

More on ‘Portrait of an INFP‘ or take the test yourself here

That is all. Kind of scared but shit happens and life goes on. Although if it ends up like the above, I’m going to be questioning a few things.

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I am type: INFP – “Questor”. High capacity for caring. Calm and pleasant face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.

Possible Career Paths for the ISFP:
Writers.
Counselors / Social Workers.
Teachers / Professors.
Psychologists.
Psychiatrists.
Musicians.
Clergy / Religious Workers.

Traits:
Strong value systems.
Warmly interested in people.
Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above their own.
Loyal and devoted to people and causes.
Future-oriented.
Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction.
Creative and inspirational.
Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated.
Sensitive and complex.
Dislike dealing with details and routine work.
Original and individualistic – “out of the mainstream”.
Excellent written communication skills.
Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams.
Value deep and authentic relationships.
Want to be seen and appreciated for who they are.

a very merry un-birthday to you! May 14, 2009

[Warning on language]

Sometimes, I really don’t see the fuss over birthdays.

When you were a kid, it was like the biggest fucking thing to grace this earth because you got presents. And rights to pick on younger siblings. And have everyone do your bidding.

Now its like ‘oh I’m older than last year. Whoopee.’

I seriously want to know what is the point of a ‘Sweet Sixteen’. Its not that a cool of a number, anyway. Anyways, 16 was the age you were years ago when you left school and starting working and getting a life. Duh, geniuses. Not a good reason nowadays.

17 is way cooler. Its the point where you are almost no longer classified as a kid, but not qualified as adult.

18 is an excuse to get drunk. And high. And go clubbing. And all that shit.

21 is another excuse to get drunk. And go clubbing. And to go to America and be legal to get drunk.

Stupid, pointless reasons for parties. Well, now it seems pointless. I don’t really know if my viewpoint on birthdays will change, ’cause hell, I don’t want to really do anything this year.

My birthday falls after the Australian Football League’s Grand Final this year. Last year my birthday was on the Grand Final. And I never, ever, ever got rights to the television when I was younger. Thankfully I have my own television now, thanks to my uncle.

But, yeah. That is a minor view point on my thoughts on birthdays. Thank you for reading.

Comments, thoughts and other are welcome

i think i may agree just this once May 13, 2009

[All Zac Efron fans, please do not hunt me down. I just never joined the 'Zac Efron bandwagon'. This is only a personal opinion ... well slightly, plus involving a little bit of internet gossip.]

And so I signed into msn, looked at that ‘Windows Live Today’ crap thing and I think I almost fell off my chair from laughing so hard.

Trace Cyrus, Miley Cyrus’ brother, thinks he’s hotter than Zac Efron. And you know what, I may just believe him.

Because, hell, Zac Efron I detest with my entire being. I never liked ‘High School Musical‘ like, at all.

Yes, I realise that Trace has many, many piercings [I think the ones above his lips may be called 'angel bites'] and tattoos [the one on his chest is freaking awesome. Its so purrddiii] and all but still, he looks way better in my books than Zac Efron.

But, in all seriousness, its almost like a serious cry for help. I think he wants attention because he knows that it may never happen. And what better way to attract attention than to lie and say stuff like that.

*cough* yes, so. I still think that is, by far, the funniest thing I’ve heard today.

Oh! And in Metro Station’s film clip ‘Wish We Were Older‘, Trace does look all right there. Just all right, nothing more, nothing less.

Well, this is an abnormally short post, but I really don’t have anything else to say on the topic.

Comments, thoughts and opinions loved.

Regards,

misshappypants

[ps. link for the article here]

basic skills test May 12, 2009

Oh hi there!

[Warning for use of the word bloody, hell, dumbass and pshhhh]

Well … has anyone else besides Australia actually had this test?

Wait,a few years back it was called a BST, then LAN test [literacy and numeracy] and now its NAPLAN. And I bet even heaven almighty has no idea what that actually means. I’m guessing the words literacy and numeracy are in there somewhere but seriously.

I think its actually a waste of time. Some smart people in our Government decided to see if the youth of Australia were smart enough to make it onto the ‘smartest country’ list. Pshhhh like hell. I thought we were already on there to begin with.

But, yeah. The test is still the bloody same even if its name has been changed too many times.

English: Language [ie. punctuation, spelling], Writing and Reading [comprehension]

Maths: Calculator and Non-calculator

Already done the Language and Writing tests today, and apart from the fact that my hand my be in a permanent cramp, I managed to miss my normal lessons. Oh fun!

And I don’t think anyone calls it BST anymore. Its either LAN or NAPLAN [which always reminds me of nappies when we say it like 'NAPLAN'].

Person A: Have you got the BST today?
Person B: What’s a BST?
Person A: Uhh … I mean the LAN test …
Person B: Oh, that thing. Right, well yeah.
Person C: Wait … NAPLAN, right?
Person A and Person B: *face palm*

And that is exactly what happens nowadays. No joke. I had that conversation this morning.

Hmm and the school’s comment, I quote, was:

‘Just try your best because it does end up reflecting on how well you’ve been taught.’

In other words meaning:

‘Answer it all correctly. We don’t want to look like a bunch of dumbass teachers.‘

Ho yeah, that’s exactly what they meant. I know it.

Well, that’s all for now.

Regards,

miss[not quite]happypants

we may just be the most complicated bunch i’ve met May 11, 2009

[Warning for a random spreading of naughty words]

I just noticed that my school may just be full of the most complicated people in Adelaide. I swear.

No one has their shit together, we’re either stick thin or too fat, we’re self-conscious and take it out on others, we do actually have cliques, our teachers are wack jobs just waiting to explode, and our principal is about to go to Burma. Burma, of all bloody places in the world.

Like fucking hell, we are fucked up.

And that’s not all. You can’t say one word without it spreading like wildfire and being made public enemy number 1.

Ahhh, its a horrible, horrible, yet very amusing place to be.

Anyway, short post because I cannot be bothered to write about anything longer.

Regards,

miss[not quite]happypants