1 post tagged “8 things”
So it seems there are various themes of this "going around" at the moment. I initially started doing a list of 50, but I got to 35 (thus explaining my blogging absence) and stalled. Given 35 didn't seem to be a very enticing number (it's not 10, 25, 50 or any of the other classics), I thought I'd take the opportunity to whittle down my 35 into 8 much more humorous exciting deep and insightful me things.
This is dedicated to Jando, who did it twice.
- I think if it were not for music, I would be certifiably insane today. Music is the antidote to everything that is wrong with the world. I am in love with the new albums from Goldfrapp (it’s sooooooo smooth, kinda like a shiny gold fabric mixed with velvet) and The Presets’ “Apocalypso” (which is utter brilliance and I insist you go and buy it immediately, if not sooner). I also think everyone should have one album that they can play when they are too sad/angry/upset/anxious/stressed... you get the picture. Mine is a Cat Stevens best of. Also Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. The first makes me cry, which gets it out of my system. The second takes me completely out of my own head.
- I really, really hate the word “panties”. I wish people would use any word other than that. It makes me cringe and it sounds too clinical for something that could be associated with lovely sex. I have nothing against underwear, incidentally. My favourite onomatopoeia is “slosh”. My favourite word is “strumpet”. It’s fantastic. You should use it in a sentence.
- I don’t like cricket. Many have called me unAustralian for that reason, but I don’t care. It’s boring and I can’t be bothered finding out enough about it to be interested. I’m not sorry about it either and am not receptive to any attempt to be changed.
- Scrunchies should not have been invented. They were a mistake. Having said that, I have made many "fashion" mistakes in my time, not the least of which was insisting my mother make me scrunchies that matched my uniform, outfits, pyjamas... Oh, the shame.
- I regret not taking a gap year to go travelling, and that I left it until last year to start making up for it. On the other side of it, though, I think my momentum got me through honours. If I hadn’t been fighting so hard for study for so long, I would have quit it and graduated without it. As it was I came dangerously close, on more occasions than I care to count or admit. It would have been fine, but even though my paper was a load of shit, I’m proud that I stuck it out. It really was a load of shit. So much so that one of my marker's made the comment "Riss would have done well to understand the intent of an honours paper before embarking on this ambitious undertaking." Ouch.
- I used to sing the body boundaries song to my brothers when they were trying to beat me up. I still know all the words. It goes “My body’s nobody’s body but mine. You run your own body, let me run mine! My body’s mine from my head to my toes. Leave me alone when you hear me say ‘No!’” It used to irritate the shit out of them. It also wasn't very successful in getting them to stop beating up on me, but it used to make Mum laugh, so that's something!
- I have a celebrity crush on the guy that hosts Grand Designs. I think he is fantastic. Creative, tactile, clever, realistic and utterly prepared to get his hands dirty. I also have a celebrity crush on Jonathon Rhys Meyers because he is so haughty and untouchable. The two crushes are irreconcilable.
- I really do think that Australia is an amazing country. I am besotted with it, and I’ll issue stern words (and possibly threats of physical violence) to anyone who says otherwise. End. Of. Story. I feel the same way about my home town. Yes, it can be a bitch, but it's my bitch and if there's any beating up to do, I'll do it myself thankyou very much. (I don't, though, because I love it.)
I'm not going to tag anyone to do this exercise, but if you do, leave me a comment and I'll be sure to come and check it out.
Riss the... wondering what to do with the other 27.
