Monday, 21 November 2011

Bed Time

I find myself wondering why on earth I haven't yet gone to bed, when I can hardly focus, and I'm watching the news reel for the second time (or is it third?). Yep, it's the same as three hours ago.
I blame a recent history of unbelievably crappy less than average sleep, usually attributed to hayfever or the neighbours sons deeming it necessary to rev the bajeebers out of their engines before toddling off 600 metres down the road to work. (I'm not making that number up, by the way, it's actually 600m.), or wherever the year 12 kid goes since school's done.
Its to the point where I wake up before 8.30, just to avoid that kind of rude awakening.
Mind you, it's also not a nice feeling to dream that you are being choked from the inside out (go figure), only to wake up clutching your throat, trying to work out why you can't breathe.
I'll have some apnoea and swollen throat with my REM, thanks waiter.

I'm beginning to comprehend somewhat the sleep deprivation experienced by parents, and the value of a nice 8 hours of quality shut eye.

I've got an exam at 6.30 tomorrow night, so I'm hoping that tonight I'll get lucky in this sense, and have a night of glorious, dreamless sleep.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Proof I'll Never be a Counsellor

 The sheer number of people I've wanted to send this to borders on ridiculous.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011


Also known as Synesthesia if you're from the US (note the lack of 'a'), is a condition that pretty much boils down to having your sensory wires crossed. This means that when one sense is stimulated, TWO react.
There's loads of different theories as to why it exists, and whether it's inherent or semantically driven. Heres a task for you -- how would you describe the colour red to a person blind from birth? -- I bet ALL your answers involve metaphor. That's semantics - the meaning we derive from, or create for, something.

Theres all sorts of synaethetes, from being able to see music or emotions, to tasting sights, there are some truly unusual cases.

One such involves touching another human being, and then feeling that touch on that specific are of their OWN body. fMRI's (functional magnetic resonance imaging) have proven this to actually exist, rather than them 'just saying it'.

Another case, GW, saw rings of colour around the names and faces of familiar people, and also around emotions. Brings a new perspective to the concept of "Auras", don't you think?

One person associated personality and gender to typography, ie, "the number 3 is male and a jerk" (Ward, 2009)

I admit, I did laugh at that.
I can only imagine what the world would look like when experiencing these. There's several composers, I forget their names, who could see music.... and no doubt something similar applies to those who paint it.

 For once, I think this is a brain abnormality that I'd love to have....

Monday, 7 November 2011

Conservation psychology is clearly not my thing: I've just about fallen asleep twice while reading my notes on it and the little voice in my head is saying 'Nah, don't do that, you'll be fine, play the Sims instead!'
This does not bode well for the upcoming exam.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Everyone has their bad days.

At this moment i'm waiting for my computer to finish installing a game, so what better time to write?
Possibly whinge.
I do that a lot, I've noticed. Oh well, better to do it consciously than natter on with no godly idea.

I coach softball at my highschool of a thursday afternoon. Being Australia, and being on the summery-end of spring, the sun has a bite to it. Naturally, silly people like me choose to spend the 90 minutes in a singlet top and no sun block. Clever one, Liv.
/Cue burnt shoulders and an excruciatingly obvious tan line -__-
 I like to be in the sun from 4.30 onwards - its warm enough to still build up a tan without actually burning, because the UV isnt harsh enough. (gotta love science)

HOWEVER, I'd just come from the city where I'd felt like I was forced into having lunch with my dick of an ex boyfriend before he goes and screws up his life in Queensland. I didnt really want to see him, but I was curious as to why on EARTH he wanted to see me. Surely not to have me try talk him out of it? Phht.
I was in an understandably perculiar mood after that. Weird mix of jumping for joy and being pissed. It may sound petty but out-of-sight-out-of-mind works mind-blowingly well in this situation, so I'd rather he be off the planet, but alas, interstate shall have to do, and anything B related puts me in a foul mood.

This isn't the best headset to go into when trying to herd 15 year 9 girls into the sun to stand around for an hour or so.
In the end, I didnt have the energy to lose my temper at them like I wanted to. I think they forget that I have more important things to do, like work, or ace my exam prep, but I choose to be there instead.

I like playing. I miss playing. Somehow I let work get in the way of that.

I envy those who dont work, who get to just go to uni. They are a dying breed, I fear.
Makes for a lot less stress. That'd be nice.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Remembering Sundays

Ever have those moments where you kinda lose track of time and all of a sudden its two years ago and everything that existed in you then, does now?
Maybe that's just me.
Most people call it nostalgia. But isn't that supposed to be about remembering the 'good old days?'

It's the strangest feeling, being town half way between who you are, and who you were. Certainly in my case, there's not an exorbitant amount of change.
I would still have used the word 'exorbitant' as a sixteen year old, for example.
I've been double-booked this weekend (yes, there IS a point to this rather random tangent). A friends Disney-themed dress-up 20th birthday..... and a friend is visiting Adelaide for a week from Sydney (Happy days ^^)
With many, many variables to consider, the dress-up won. Mainly because I feel a sense of duty to be the winglady for a friend in her attempt to avoid murdering a mutual friend's boyfriend (complicated, I know, but it makes sense when full context is provided.... something which wont be happening here).
I think I may make a stop in le Town to say hi to the folks at the here-for-a-week,-havent-seen-you-in-over-a-year party. Partly because an ex of mine will be there.
... Two, actually, now that I think of it.

Still. The one that matters i've had no contact with for.... a year? and limited contact before then. Everyone's got their first love. He was mine. Didn't matter we werent together for that long, or that he screwed me over rather substantially. It took me a long time to come to grips with what he did and why. I dont hold it against him anymore, which is unusual, considering my usual title is Queen of the Grudge-Holders. i miss him sometimes, you know? Maybe it isnt even the person, but the feeling.

And when I think of that feeling, of the summer spent in the Bridge, the heat and yellow grass... I'm seventeen again, just finished school, with not a care in the world.

Seeing his face, I have no doubt, would return that feeling, even if he does have someone else hanging off his arm. Good thing? Bad thing? Who knows. Still, it'd be nice to see the face who introduced me to the family that adopted me when things were so rocky with my own.