Intelligentsia

Is a word, despite anything my Microsoft Word may think, it is a word. The aforementioned word is also, the topic of my blog today. Ah, how going to Kings is always such a lovely experience. I’ve mentioned it all before of course. The ostentatious driveway, (where we all fell over) the massive sandstone Mercy Square version, the lovely library, the lovely men. Well, guys really, but they certainly do look (an act) like men. The lovely dining hall is also nice, where I was going to drink milk for the sake of two dollars.

Remember how I was discussing whether or not, I wanted an intelligent person to be with? Well yeah, I think Kings guy is it. I’ll simply call him KG for short because I feel as though, after that whole AA debacle, I’m in fear of divulging anything anymore. However despite whatever attraction (which is abundant, may I add) that I have for him, I only want to be his friend. To coin a phrase I acquired from my cousin Angie, I’m on a man-diet. Just limiting my contact etc. And all pushiness, or whatever, I only seek to be friend’s now. If he wants something more, that’s all for the better, but I sincerely doubt it. I’m focusing on bettering myself actually and getting my life back on track, I don’t mean to become self-absorbed but I think I need of some form of detox.

Okay, now onto gushing about my day and how excellent it was. In terms of the matter and content, the information was the same, but it was still wonderful to review it all, and it got me all scared again. Brilliant. However, I in fact wish to discuss the intelligentsia that I surround myself with. I think it’s very good to be involved with other crowds of people of equal or higher intelligence than oneself. It’s very humbling and also you acquire so much knowledge from these people - it’s like the internet, this collective free sharing of knowledge and material. I love it. KG is a part of this intelligentsia. I didn’t expect to see him today, I didn’t wish to get my hopes up because... actually I just didn’t want to get my hopes up whilst on this man-diet. We saw an open classroom because McAuley was the most punctual school there, and so we entered it. We hadn’t seen anyone yet so we just stayed there. However as we were discussing Vogue (well Greta, Libby and Stef mainly) magazine (I was reading Shakespeare at the time), there he goes just walking passed. And we’re all like, “Was that (insert his name here)?”

So there I go sauntering over to the edge of the door. Anyway, Sarah was a little late so Stef (or was it Elisha?) and I volunteered to go and fetch her (I volunteered first because I knew he was standing in the hallway and of course I love to help a friend in need). There he was with speech cards in his hands, looking slightly nervous (it was quite cute). Then I thought to myself, is he debating? In fact, he was. He was debating the very topic in which we defeated him in. He was debating it with Tara, and for all the ironies in the world, he won. Although there was some eye contact during the time he was sitting, it was blissful. I was so glad that well decided to seat ourselves towards the front of the auditorium. There I sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM when he was speaking and I was like “Yessssss.” Of course I listened in rapt attention, drinking it all in, hanging on his every word and yet thinking constantly in the back of my mind, he is so sexy. LOL I remember that we were having a debate on if we think he's sexy or not. LOL My opinion was a minority of course but, there was a consensus that he was good-looking. Stef said that she would think that he was sexy if he wasn't so politically oriented and if he wasn't so smug, I think it works for him. But whatever. Hot or not?

Well, he was in my opinion. When he finished speaking, he was so smug and smirking at the congregation that I thought it was quite funny, how up himself he seems to be. He has this constant smirk plastered on his face, that I think is quite appealing. Because to some extent I think he knows exactly how good he is. He exudes this ultimate confidence, which I think is incredibly hot. However, my fellow debaters found his political orientations and his smug disposition quite the turn off; instead I am quite enthralled by him. He is such an intriguing character. I guess, I was so attracted, shall we say, because he was so fanon Draco Malfoy-esque. Seriously, he is so much like fanon Draco it’s uncanny and quite frightening. Wealthy, boarding school, smirk plastered across his features, oh yeah. He’s like this pimp though, surrounded within the company of Tara girls, all the time. He seems like quite the womanizer, and because I have such feminist sympathies, I am supposed to hate that kind of thing, and yet instead, I am intrigued by it.
But when I actually spoke to him, it was like. Sigh. Collapse. I joined the conversation, and he spots me immediately and like a perfect gentleman, he’s just like, “Hi I’m (insert his name here),” “Hi I’m Dana” was my surprisingly confident reply. So we were talking and everything, and despite his cockiness, he was extremely polite and complimentary. He kept saying how excellent I was, and I was just standing there dying on my own cloud of happiness. I had also forgotten how deep his voice was. Then of course, as we left he said, “It was very nice meeting you” to us, and gah!! I want to glomp him, yet I won’t in fear of ruining his pristine and no doubt high quality, immaculate uniform. OMG. Did I mention, how the senior blazer (and the senior uniform in general) had just completely exemplified his hotness? GAWD. But yeah, he’s also like in this cadet thing, God knows what, but I want to see him uniform. I swear the Kings guys, them and their uniform, I swear. They walk with their pants actually worn properly, with the correct use of a belt. And I mean using the belt to keep it on their hips and not slung around their mid-thighs or ass, or something. And their shirt sleeves are all rolled up with their bag slung over their shoulders with shiny shoes and ahhh.

And then we returned home. Apparently when walking to Westpoint with Jenny, AA was there with his friends, they walked passed us. I noticed some guys in the uniform but I doubted it was him. I didn’t look. I didn’t care, and when Jenny told me that he was looking at me, I was just like, meh. I don’t care. Honestly, it hasn’t even been a week and I’m very surprised as to how quickly I got over him. It’s been dying down for weeks now, actually and now it’s gone. I felt nothing. I’m thinking, you know, stuff him, he can’t think whatever the hell he wants about me, I don’t care anymore. I’m not ever seeing him again. If he wants to believe that cacophonous myriad of lies that tria and jess seemed to have woven, then so be it. Stuff him. I mean, I won’t deny that he will always be stunningly beautiful as Stef commented, but that’s it.
There’s no emotion attached to my admiration.

I want to be audacious this week.

Sometimes a little audacity is a good thing.

But I had an excellent, excellent day.

Now I must be off to comfort those who had a less than stellar conclusion to their day, and get to the bottom of some bullshit that seems to be circulating.

Until next time –

-deeh xox

Unscrupulous, audacious ignoramuses

TJ called me a simpleton today. A SIMPLETON.

I shall go no further as he did manage to redeem himself via copious amounts of Family Guy, and my new all time favourite movie in the world:

August Rush

I swear to God, if you even remotely have a fondness for music I recommend it absolutely. Oh, and please forgive me for my lack of grammatical correctness in the previous post, as well as my spelling errors in the last post. I blame my keyboard and the fact that I was on a high.

I need an injection of inspiration. Someone! Please! Imbue me with the power to finish this essay NOW! Ok. Anyway.

On to the title. Hip-boy is a bloody - ARRGGH!!!! I REALLY WANT TO KNOCK HIS BLOCK OFF. I WANT TO HIT HIM. HARD. I WANT PUNCH SOME SENSE INTO THAT IDIOT'S HEAD. I ALREADY TOLD HIM THAT I DON'T LIKE THIM THAT WAY.

I ALREADY TOLD HIM ON HIS (I apologise for my language) FUCKING BIRTHDAY THAT I DON'T LIKE HIM. I REJECTED HIM, TO PHRASE IT BLUNTLY.

THEN WHY THE BLOODY HELL DOES HE KEEP COMING ON TO ME!! I SWEAR TO GOD HE HAS IT IN FOR ME - HE'S GOT THIS FANTASTICAL FUTURE PLANNED OUT IN HIS HEAD ALREADY! I want to get a drill bit, and drill those damn fantasies out of his head so I can move on in life and not feel uncomfortable in my youth group. Honestly the guy makes me uncomfortable. I just wanted to get one of those pots I had to carry and smash him over the head with it. Had they not been filled with Holy Water I think I would have done it. The Lord knows that I was highly compelled to.

We were talking about children this morning (as a group with Toni), and our hereditarial (is that a word? Who cares, it is now.) diseases that we may or may not be passing on to our children. I piped up that I would pity my children because I'd be passing on depression, breast cancer, diabetes and colour blindness. Then he goes "Oh don't worry about that, I'm sure your children will be fine. I don't feel sorry for them" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, I DON'T USUALLY LIKE TO LISTEN THE GUY. Only I could so totally tell from the tone in his voice that he wanted to replace the word "your" with "our." HE WAS GIVING ME THIS CREEPY LOOK LIKE HE WANTED ME TO urgh... it's too horrible to articulate, like he wanted me to (gag)... have his babies.

DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF YOU FREAK. EVEN IF YOU WERE THE LAST LIVING MALE SPECIES ON EARTH, I WOULD NEVER, EVER EVEN CONSIDER SPAWNING SOMETHING WITH YOU. NOT EVEN IVF, OK? My future lies within the future Armani model for the Asian sect, or the future Prime Minister of Australia.

GOD. WHAT GOES ON IN THAT PERVERSE, CONVOLUTED, BIZARRE HEAD OF HIS. THAT UNSCRUPULOUS, AUDACIOUS IGNORAMUS. Now, I admire his tenacity, BUT NOT WHEN IT'S DIRECTED TOWARDS ME.

At first I was completely indifferent about him, then I thought I could give him a chance, knowing that it wouldn't work out from the beginning I let it go, then I didn't like him. Now I'm getting REALLY ANNOYED.

I swear what is up with him "Oh hi *HUG*" Excuse me? Jeez, he's getting even more touchy feely. *shudder* Dyanne, I bet you are laughing right now. My payback for Julina I'm guessing. And that wax heart? God I just wanted to grab it and chuck it vehemently into a roaring fire and watch evilly as it burned and melted like his hopes of ever being with me. KHFGKSJHDFKWNBFISHVK.KBFOSKBVWF!!!!! ARGGHHH!!!!!

gggrrr... I want a boyfriend now. So I can really say "Hey I have to leave this youth meeting early because I'm going to go meet up with MY BOYFRIEND." That's not the only reason, I'm feeling kind of lonely. In my fantasy I imagined it to be the King's boy (we're better proportioned, if you ask me, you'll find out why that's relevant) so I can ask him to rock up to a practice (where hip boy will be present) in his Mercedes (or shiny Edward Cullen S60 Volvo, damn them for changing the model of his car to a C30). And when he does, I imagine him to be standing by the church doors awkwardly, when I notice him I can shriek his name joyfully, run into his arms and glomp him, where he will then pick me up and do that romantic spinny thing. The whole lovely extravagant scene will end with a lovingly, chaste kiss. (seen by hip-boy who will then look crestfallen). Now, if that was Asian Adonis, and I glomped him, he'd fall to the floor like when Jelly did as Kim glomped her. He's lanky that boy, and I do believe that I am heavier than him. King's boy is more... tank? erm, robust. Not fat, robust.

Then in this wonderful fantasy, I'd introduce him to the youth group as MY BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO KINGS AND WILL, AS I BELIEVE, BECOME THE FUTURE PRIME MINISTER BECAUSE HE HAS CREDENTIALS LIKE THAT, AND HE'S INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT, AND THAT MAKES HIM SEXY. No, not really, but as my BF at least. Hip Boy will then witness how adoringly committed I am to to aforementioned Kings guy, and then HOW THE MIGHTY SHALL FALL (not that he was ever mighty in the first place). I will watch as the hopes shall melt off his face. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

I know that this is mean, but it serves him right for making that stupid mysogenistic comment in the first place. Now ahh, if only that dream could come true...and that other one I had too. ANYWAY. Hopefully I'd be able to see the aforementioned King's guy again when I go there next week. =)

Dyanne, this is what you have missed. Are you laughing? I hope you are. You seem to find these situations funny. I'm glad that you do, so at least some sense of the positive can be derived from this situation.

sigh

Until next time -

- deeh xox

P.S ENGLISH IS SUCKING OUT MY SOUL!!!!!!

Positively disgusted

I am positively disgusted with my religion teacher.

Absolutely. I know she's unavailable to teach, I understand that completely however how dare she feed us with such illiterate notes blatantly plagiarised from an unreliably illiterate source. It's disgusting.

The notes she handed us with in religion, and the question that she gave us to complete were so gramatically erroneous, I wanted vomit in my mouth. I was so disgusted. She's so hypocritical, advising us that referring to the Aboriginal people as "Aborigines" was incorrect and potentially crude and offensive. Well, what does she do? She gives a question that requires us to include the phrase, "Torres Strait Islander," and she OBVIOUSLY has difficulty with her basic grammar and homophones (a skill learned in the third grade, may I add) as she had incorrectly spelled Torres Strait, as STRAIGHT. Once, I can excuse, but she did it, several times.

Also the notes handed to us were blatantly plagiarised as it had included evidence of her copy and pasting. The random phrase of "and mountains" just came out of nowhere, pertaining to no real sentence or statement, her formatting skills are incredibly under par as she evidently can't hit the enter button correctly.

I am absolutely disgusted.

How dare she provide us with such illiterate documents in the name of EDUCATION? EDUCATION FOR GOD'S SAKE. The level of grammatical incorrectness completely astounded me. There was this sentence which was so illiterate, garbled and gramatically incorrect that it left me completely incredulous. It was as though she had just yanked two sentences completely unrelated to each other from different texts and smashed them together to form an erroneous, illiterate and completely gramatically incorrect car crash. SUCH INCOMPETENCE! UNBELIEVEABLE.

I was so disgusted. I don't know how many times I can say that but at the moment I am simply too tired to rant any further. My lethargy has limited my eloquency and locution, and I am therefore unable to express my deep, deep and extreme disgust at the pathetic farcical travesty - no, TRAGEDY. THIS IS A TRAGEDY to the name of education everywhere - that, that woman deigns to call methods of education.

Inadvertently, she has just exacerbated my feelings of grave, grave dislike for her. She has given me another reason to intensely, intensely despise - ok enough of this euphemistic crap. I HATE HER and her erroneous puss-filled mire she calls notes, that cess pool of shit. I hate her sickeningly sweet perfume and that stupid air freshener she uses. IT PUTRIFIES THE AIRWAVES WITH ITS SICKENING SWEETNESS. Such a fetid, repugnant odour.

She has heinously and egregiously failed to uphold the levels of literacy, most especially grammatical-correctness that the position as a 1st class educator demands from her. I am disappointed.

Damn sanctimonious bitch.

Until next time -

- deeh xox

English notes

Unexpected free. School email is down. Don't have my USB and need to somehow put this up somewhere so I can retrieve it from home. Ergo, this is the first place I thought of. Don't have much time. Can't full sentences. Gotta copy and paste. They're mine, don't copy them. :D

They're unfinished I'll finish them later but I need to get this to myself at home.

Brief notes to be utilized on Brave New World Essay Question

Discuss in further depth, the emotional poignancy and symbolism of John’s death.
1. The symbolism of his death in a lighthouse as a metaphor for him being a moral beacon to society and a warning to the dangers of their ignorance, scientific development and the general mechanisms of their society. Further discuss the emotional and psychological damage sustained by John throughout the duration of his stay in both worlds.
2. Discuss his feet pointing to the cardinal points, not only in symbolic proclamation of his message, but also constantly searching direction, even in death John is portrayed as the lost character seeking peace amidst the two extremities of the Brave New World and the Savage Reservation.
3. Example: “Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south…”
4. Example: “Orgy of Atonement” paradox.


The bastardization of the Christian Mass in chapter 5, Part two.

1. Utilizes this to portray the wildness of his citizens. Satirical irony. The World State has abolished Christianity and any forms of religion, yet as the Christians did with paganism, ‘appropriated,’ in this case satirically bastardized its forms. Ironic ‘Solidarity Service.’
2. Example: “Twelve of them ready to be made one.” Refers to the Last Supper, Twelve apostles. Etc.
3. Christian symbols which are contraband are utilized, mocks the wild idiocy of the Brave New World. The Christian Mass which is an event of reverence, subservience and prayer is ironically portrayed here as a ceremony of uninhibited sexual pleasure and the sharing of drugs ironically like the wine which held ‘the Blood of Christ.’
4. Example: “The loving cup of strawberry ice-cream soma was passed from hand-to-hand.”
5. Example: “Made the sign of the T”


The extended bastardization of the Christian Mass and religious celebration. Lenina.

Ciao, ciao

Until next time-

- deeh xox

Student Representative Council

I hate my religion teacher. There. I said it.

I hate her.

There, I said it again.

I hate her.

Oh wow, I'm getting good at this.

Anyway. I'm currently writing my SRC speech, and after a few hours I have two paragraphs. T_T This is what I have so far:

Last year I stood before you in this time and place unprepared, unrehearsed and unsuccessful. Today, I stand with you not to promote myself and not to sound “luvo,” but instead I stand here today for you with a vision to represent the homeroom that have for the past five years become the sisters I never had.

To me being an SRC is not having a position within the school. Leadership is not a position, instead it is action. In voting for someone to become SRC it is choosing to believe in the hope that action can and will take place, to help this institution become the school you want and deserve. To me, leadership is action, not position. SRC is action, not position. SRC is change, development, improvement, but most of all it is the students, for the students. It is about our peers, it is about being an open ear and a powerful voice. It is not about me, it is about all of you.

Mahatma Gandhi once advised to, “be the change that you want to see in the world.” I am ready to challenge the responsibility of facilitating that change, and I thirst to become that open ear and powerful voice for you.


That's what I have so far.

Until next time -

- deeh xox