So ... let's see. In an unprecedented move, I've actually decided to update my biography page in the midst of stressing for my first ever University exams. Despite having nothing of any interest to say to anyone in the world who wouldn't really take an interest in me, I feel like it's my duty (in some warped, twisted sense of fun) to actually tell you something of some truth to let you know that I am, in fact, still alive, kicking, breathing, and (very rarely) sleeping and eating.
I am in First Year at Uni ... Unimelb, actually. And if you don't know what/where/who/how that is, not to worry, just go Google it up somewhere ... or, you know, Wikipedia it up. Not that I'm actually sure something will come up if you Wikipedia 'Unimelb' ... I would check, but frankly, I'm rather lazy ... and moving that mouse to the 'e' icon right at the corner of my desktop is just too much work for my poor hands to handle. I'm doing a Bachelor of Science, because I was and still am a disillusioned child, with a few weeks to go until the celebration of my legal emancipation.
I like to wax lyrical it up when I'm annoyed, and my excessive use of hands gets so excessive that it actually defies words. I haven't written an essay in such a long time, which is probably why I've taken a detour from studying and begun to compose something worth reading (pccht) with lots of polysyllabic words (don't take my word for the existence of that word - 'polysyllabic') to satiate this craving I have for writing copious pages of nonsensical rubbish. Yes, ladies and gentlemen of the VCAA, many a student has bullshitted their way through an English exam. Shock gasp WTF?
I have always wanted a surprise party - whether or not it was for myself or for one of my friends. Some day, I will force that to happen in my life.
Let's see ... what else? I like music. And DVDs. Lots of them. Along with TV, and disturbingly unrealistic science ficiton shows which, every so often, like to throw the words 'rip in the space-time continuum' or 'TARDIS' around. This, ironically, makes me think them all the more plausible, because who am I to judge the existence of ridiculous words from the future/another galaxy/planet?
It is my steadfast belief that if you throw any good looking man in a cravat, he will look all the more dashing and deliciously dishy (vis: Colin Firth, Matthew MacFadyen, Ruper Penry-Jones, Toby Stephens ...). Perhaps sticking some drumsticks into their hands wouldn't go amiss.
I want a guinea pig named Pedro, an have a strange attachment to an egg I have drawn a face on named Ned. Throw a 'Scrubs' quote my way, and I will give you a massive hug which constitutes a legally binding contract of friendship forever. If you're cute, and really lucky (I like to dream), something resembling a crush may develop. Entertain me with a well thought-out Doctor Who reference (vis: 'glamlek' - a hybrid of a glamorous Dalek), and you are seen as a cool, cool person in my eyes. And if you ever get my random references to lyrics/quotes from any band/TV show/movie I throw at you, well then... come join the bandwagon and be loved by the coolness that is me.
Stories in progress:
Save Me, Oh Brave Protector: Chapter 30 up on 22nd January, 2008
“Let's dance to joy division!
And celebrate the irony -
Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy!"
~ The Wombats, Joy Division
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