Family Matters.

Every day I wake up to my two younger brothers yelling, running around and playing the playstation. My parents are already at work, there's housework to be done and no one but me is going to do it. This is what the school holidays mean to me. Sometimes I go into work, only to discover that I, a fifteen year old girl (who is desperately awaiting her 16th birthday in November-- HELLO, Learner's permit!), am the most experienced waitress and have to fix all the problems that have arisen since I last worked, and train the new girl (who will turn out to be incompetent and barely able to speak english...). There is a point beyond me complaining to this, I swear. I'm getting to it, so please be patient with me.

Like any human being would, I wish to socialise with my friends over the school holidays. I personally believe that this is reasonable of me. My parents, due to the amount of work they have to do, cannot drive me places and as a result I am home-bound. I am not allowed to take public transport (and even if I was, there is no bus service near me). It is in my nature to be independant, and so I hate that I have to rely on my parents for transport. My main issue is, that while they expect me to be 'responsible' and maintain the house while they're at work, my parents are pretty damn strict. I am more or less a prisoner in my own home at the moment, not to be dramatic, of course. This brings me to the point of today's post...

PARENTING.

I am a member of generation-Y2 (the generation after the one that everyone is complaining about, and at the end of the day, Y2 is sadly similar to Y). Parents all raise their children differently. I am the eldest of three children, and my parents were pretty damn hard on me as a child. Because of this, I have become a respectful, dilligent, albeit deviant adolescent. My two younger brothers (the youngest in particular) are a different story. My own mother will admit to you that she was far stricter on me than she was my siblings, and that she still is. I personally believe that the disciplin with which I was raised is a good thing. I am generally well-behaved, respectful, hard-working and well mannered. That has in no way suppressed my personality. I'm still stubborn, argumentative, weird, and a little dark and deviant. I don't see the way I was raised as 'bad' in any way. In fact, I'm glad that my parents raised me the way they did... I just wish that they would allow me, as I am now, responsible, well behaved, to have a little more freedom. I am, as I have previously mentioned, a very independant person. I need space, I need isolation to an extent, and I need my freedom. I need to feel as if I am in control of my own life and my own actions, otherwise I start to feel out-of-control, suffocated, claustrophobic... this is just who I am. Now, my parents do not like the idea of giving me this freedom, not because they want to oppress me, but because they want me to be their 'little girl' forever, although they're already painfully aware of the fact that I'm already 'all grown up'. I may still have a few more years of adolescence ahead of me, but I've always been quite mature for my age (I say this not to be egotistical, but as a simple fact). My mother always said I was "3 going on 30". All I am asking, is why I cannot be allowed to grow up... I'm not the type of person who is going to get out, get drunk and get laid. I do not need alcohol to have a good time, I have enough silliness and random fun in me as it is (when I'm in my element). All I want to do is go spend time with my friends, go shopping with my best friend, see a movie with my boyfriend, go to get-togethers among my friends and I... it's all rather harmless. My idea of a party involves lollies, soft drink, table tennis, a swimming pool and my mates. I don't know what people find appealing about booze and bongs. My parents know this, so I fail to see why I am so trapped at home.

Sorry, in the end this did turn out to be a bitch session... I wasn't planning on it and I apologise.

Aspirin

Okay, so I decided to research aspirin today because I was curious as to how it worked. I've already researched THE HELL out of paracetemol and ibuprofen, so I decided it was time to give aspirin a go....




...it's not to pleasant...

That said, nor is any painkiller. They all come with risk. Which leads me to the topic of risk.






There are those in the world who regard themselves risk-takers. They do things which they (and the rest of their society) believe are dangerous, and thus, risky. However, I ask you to question the meaning of the word 'risk'. The dictionary (or at least the Encarter dictionary on my laptop) defines risk as the "statistical odds of danger: the statistical chance of danger from something, especially from the failure of an engineered system". Note the use of the word 'danger'. It is another word that we ought to more clearly define, as one person's definition of danger may differ to that of another. A professional rock-climber may not see scaling Everest as dangerous, while the accountant most certainly will. That may be a bad analogy, but you get my point.

Words are complex things. Their denotative and connotative meanings change and adapt over time. A single word may have multiple synonyms, all which have a slightly different attitude, tone or meaning, and all of which fit a particular situation perfectly. Words are delicate things, and when used properly can be incredibly beautiful indeed. Take poetry, and any song that wasn't written by a rapper or a cocain-addicted-two-dollar-hooker. I am a self-confessed word nerd, I am a poet, a lyricist, a budding author... Words are my domain... they are my art and my expression.


Now, since it's 3:00am, I believe I ought to get some sleep before I must endure another day of intense boredom. At the very least this post provided some insight into the workings of my mind... How I start on a topic like aspirin and wind up on the topic of language... Of course, if I had more time I'd return to the topic of aspirin and actually get to the point I was planning on making, but that is not the case.
Until a more decent hour today,
Ciao.

Technology

Have you noticed that no matter how much you know about computers, there always seems to be some problem you can't fix? That even if you designed the mobile, there'll be a glitch you just can't solve? You purchase a moblie on a 3G network which promises to provide phone reception ANYWHERE, even in rural areas. Then take it to you SEMI-RURAL home only to discover that the only way you can send a message is by frantically running around your house screaming cusses in an attempt to attain ONE BAR of reception! As you may have guessed, this is an issue I have. Another issue I have is that despite knowing a hell of a lot about computers (not through crappy 'using computers' courses at school. Sorry, Ms Dekker, you didn't teach us a bloody thing. I learnt everything from my dad), I can't seem to avoid barrages of computer problems. Thankfully, after three hours of yelling euphemisms for the word 'fuck' so that my parents don't yell at me for swearing, I usually fix the problems. The fact remains that the problems are there. At work, the eftpos will stop working until someone hits is with a carafe. Naturally, I believe that our problems would be solved if we hit the great majority of the STAFF with a carafe... maybe it would knock some sense into them... but then again, I think half their problem is that they've been kicked in the head one too many times by the inbred horses they ride. Sorry, I digress.. back to the crux of this rant...

TECHNOLOGY.

I think the problem with technology is that it has progressed to the point where we fallible humans are the only things holding it back. As soon as someone is dumb enough to give cash registers artificial intelligence- and a sentient intelligence at that- we're all doomed. Do panic, because I assure you, there are people out there dumb enough to do such a thing... the only problem is that they're also brilliant enough to know how. This is another problem of modern society (and yet another nonsensical digression); common sense is a rarity. To quote my boyfriend (who I think stole it from something a relief teacher once said, who stole it from a eulogy in an English newspaper) "Common sense just isn't common any more". As a result we have brilliant, brillant people doing really dumb things. Another issue directly linking to the endangered nature of common sense is idiots with power. Take for instance George Bush (Obama, thank heavens you took his place). I'm an Australian, but that doesn't mean I'm exempt from the consequences of American politics. Speaking of Australia and politics... another idiot who had power- John Howard. All I can say is that I sincerely hope Obama and Rudd do their respective countries some good.






I'm fully aware that this post was rambling, meandering and whiney... I started off talking about technology, but continual digressions led me to politics... Hopefully I at the very least entertained you in the process. That is, if you could understand my convoluted, rambling sentence structure...

Pastafarianism.

"In the begining there was a word, and the word was 'Argh!'."
-Piraticus.

For those of you who have no idea what the HELL ASS I'm on about... Read the Gospel Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. Whether you're christian, islamic, jewish, pagan, an aethiest or a scientologist, the Gospel will open your eyes to JUST HOW STUPID IT IS TO FIGHT OVER RELIGION!

The thing about the Gospel is that the arguments, as ludicrous and plainly fictional as they are, are watertight! There's no way that you can (in an intellectual debate) dispute the arguments made! It's sheer, undiluted brilliance mixed in with a little sillyness! On top of this, Pastafarianism is made to sound so very appealing! It makes you WANT to become one! I am a scientist at heart, though I do have a very deeply rooted spiritual side. I'm not religious but I hold faith in particular aspects of the supernatural. I do not believe there is a higher power, only our higher selves... that said... I WANT TO BE A PASTAFARIAN!


Here's the run down. The Gospel CONCLUSIVELY proves that humans descended from pirates. Pastafarian heaven includes a beer-volcano and a stripper factory. There is no God, just the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Gravity? YEAH RIGHT! CLEARLY we're all being held to the earth by the Flying Spaghetti Monster's Noodly Appendages (that FSM just LOVES touching us). Tailbones as tails that shortened over Evolutionary Time? AS IF! OBVIOUSLY they're weapons from our pirating days!


That is just a taste of the ludicrous, hilarious awesomeness that is The Gospel Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. It makes a VERY important point--


WHY FIGHT OVER SOMETHING AS PETTY AS RELIGIOUS BELIEFS?

To quote Atreyu in the song "Can't Happen Here"; "Does your god know my god? This is how the world will end."

I AM NO LONGER AN ANGSTOSAURUS!

Okay, people.

I noticed (ever since I met my boyfriend and stopped being so morose) that my posts are awfully depressed and angsty, not to mention violent. Oh, the enlightenment of being happy! Lol. So basically, I'm informing you that the miserable, angsty person that I once was has more or less died... Which means that you get to read the slightly more interesting side to me: MY BRAIN! MWAHAHAHA! Now you will get to read my abstract ponderings, philosophising, thoughts, rants about politics, etc. You might even hear a bit o' humour! Yes, I have that side to me!


So to launch my happy-Sarah faze, we have this...













A ramble about Questionable Content.

QC is a webcomic (yes, I am JUST THAT geeky!). If you're into intellectual, witty, music-related and dirty humour.... I reccommend it! The characters are mostly young indie girls, two guys, and their 'Coffee Of Doom'. I find it quite amusing. I liken myself to Penelope. The defensive, weird, ranting book nerd!!!!

You can read QC at www.questionablecontent.net


Happy reading!

Questions.

Hello again.

Happy easter to all.
In a philosophical mood... so I'm asking the question 'why?' a lot.
There's a reason children ask 'why?' so often...
They have not yet been reprogrammed by society to bite their tongues, so they allow themselves to act on their curiosity.

Why are we here?
Why do we put faith in something we have no proof of?
Why do we celebrate easter and christmas even if we aren't religious?
Why is the universe expanding?
Why can't I live forever?




Then an equally good question... 'how?'

How is the universe expanding if it's infinite?
How did we come up with the first form of communication?
How did the universe come to be?
How can life be all there is?
How can there be more?



Well, I'd better shut up before I spiral into a quantum void of questions.
Ciao!

Screw The Psuedonyms

Psuedonyms are silly. They take too long. Fuck 'em. I'm not going to bother. Also... I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND! :P


Wow... I didn't think I'd HAVE a boyfriend to say that about... EVER! :D Not that I'm complaining in the least!






























































































































Orange is a colour... and a fruit....







































*poke*