A man who is so superior.

this is Paradise Oskar. He is beautiful and talented and environmentally conscious. He was Finaland's Eurovision contestant this year with his song "Da Da Dam". I saw him in the Semi Finals last Friday and immediately fell in love. His performance was simple and sweet and I actually applauded when he got through. He placed 21st in the final, but he's number one in my books. Above is his performance in (I believe) the semis. Feel free to fall in love or have your ovaries explode in lust, but know he's already dibsed (unfortunately not by me. I just get to borrow him :P)

Toongen, xo.

IDAHO. AKA, Glitter is tough and manly.

So today is the International Day Against Homophobia. I forgot about this. I'm annoyed about that. Homophobia is something I feel very strongly about. Any discrimination annoys me, but the assumptions people make about gays just make it worse. Like, there's no denying a black person has no choice in being black (keeping MJ out of this), yet gays choose to be gay? Why would someone choose to be discriminated against so thoroughly, bullied and assaulted so badly? All those teens in US last year who commited suicide due to homophobia, why would they have felt that bad about themselves if they chose that lifestyle? If they chose it, they could've chosen the other and problem solvered. Was that what happened? I don't think so.

I have a number of rather conservative Christian friends and have had many an agruement with them about gays. The most recent ended in me yelling "If you don't like the idea of gays, don't have sex with other boys!" It's ridiculous, most of their reasoning is just "But it's eww." Most of their legit reasoning is flawed anyway (about child bearing, raising) and I just want to slap them of their ignorance. I constantly wonder, what would happen if someone they were close to came out?

I am now in an angry anti-homophobia rage and cannot coherently link the thoughts in my head, I just wanted to acknowledge the day and show my support for the day.

Toongen, xo.

We had the good teamline, not the other team. Just like with 'Status Quo'.

Ah, debating, how I loathe thee. So, remember how I quit debating in a rather embarassing matter in the middle of my speech? Yeah, I won't be forgetting that anytime soon. I really just couldn't stand debating then. I was terrible at thinking on my feet, I couldn't organise my arguements, or my rebuttal, in my head and it just wasn't fun. So I quit. And no one was very happy about it at the time, but we all moved past it and earlier this year when Quack begged me to join the team in order to, you know, have a team I agreed. I though Hey, I've matured, I've moved past my disagreements with the sport of debating, I can totally do this. Boy was I wrong.

We had our first debate of the season (due to the annoyingness of my zone and certain schools in it, it was the round 4 debate) and I was set to be second speaker. Second was my position earlier and I thought I would be able to do it. Forty-five minutes into a one hour prep I had a slight freakout and srcewed it all up. We all had to switch positions, meaning unfamiliar speeches. eah, so we lost. Also their third speaker was a bitch. Sorry we're not familiar with a supermarket two hours away.

If any of my team happen to be reading this, I genuinely am sorry and will take any scorn Maddison offers for the next week. I feel terrible. Though I am confident that Mal did a better job than I felt capable of.

Toongen, xo.

And now we have a Tongue and a Willy

So lately a couple of friends have been, for want of a better term, weirded-out by my relationship with Quack. Now, I made friends with Quack a bit over three years ago, and as TOM brought us closer together we decided, on a whim, to be married. We would walk around school holding hands, kissing on the cheek and for a time there were legit lesbian rumours going around about us. Then it just became the norm. We use pet names and profess our love for one another and we spoon at sleepovers. Just yesterday she announced in class 'I still love Victoria, even though she's nerdy'.
Over time we've also developed a familial relationship. I'm considered entirely to be a part of her family. Just last week her mother insist it's my sacred duty as a sister to attende her birthday dinner and was surprised to find I wasn't automatically invited to the family outing to Macbeth. I call her parents 'Mummy' and 'Daddy', even to my own parents, and I'm totally the favourite daughter.
So our relationship for some time has been that of quasi-lovers and sisters (interestingly, I turned down her offer of friendship) and our behaviour is oft ignored by those around. Lately, with our ocnstant jabs at two male Christian friends about their romanctic sleepovers and whatnot, they've started commenting on the oddities of our relationship. It's not as though I don't understand what's odd about it, I just see it as so normal now it seems more odd to find it odd. If you get me?

Toongen, xo.

A New Beginning

So, I've neglected this baby for two and a half months. I ran out of things to say, and was too lazy to say the things I had. I was just never inspired to write. The idea of blogging just slipped my mind. Lately though, I've been thinking that maybe I should start up again. It'll likely not me very interesting, just ancdotes from school, or bitching about stuff. To start us off I thought I'd fill you in on a little of what's been going on for me since I've been gone. Well, not much of note has happened.

• I've been working through year eleven with relative ease. Exams aren't for a fwe weeks, so we'll see how I do under more pressure.



• The return of the BFF has led to continuous procrastination via Doctor Who and the likes. The return of the BFF has also meant chilling with the BFF on occasion.



• I dyed my hair red. I'm a big fan. People seem to think it's made me angrier, but I was always this angry.



• My Physics class has a bit of a major rivalry with the Biology class next door. News flash: Popularity doesn't make something good. Look at Jersey Shore, or Twilight.



• I'm pretty much in love With Blurt on Glee. One of my newest OTPs. Darren is so fine.



• Also still lovin' the other Starkids, especially with the release of Starship.



• I am now pree much automatically included in Quack's family events. As a sister it is my 'sacred duty' to go to birthday dinner and Macbeth performances.


• As fascinating as the mating habits of slugs are, loudly expressing this fascination in class leads to weird looks. Yes, I know from experience.



• I can't think of anything else, but I shall get back to normal blogging soon.

Toongen, xo.

Unbearable Lightness

I don't understand people's obsession with numbers. Height and weight especially. I'm currently Reading Unbearable Lightness, Portia de Rossi's memoir. Her life revolved around the numbers of her body. Manically weighing herself, counting every single calorie that went into her body (did you know a stick of Extra chewy is 5 calories?). Here's an extract from the book that's really stuck with me:

" The diet was a very simple one. It was the same one that I had gone on six to eight times a year since I did it to get ready for my first fashion show. Instead of eating 1 000 calories a day, which seemed to be the recommended weight-loss calorie consumption for women, I ate 1 000 kilojoules. I was Australian, after all, and turning it metric was only right. It was a pun with numbers that I thought was funny. As 1 000 kilojoules was approximately 300 calories, I embarked on my 200-calorie diet with the goal of losing half a kilogram per day and I would do it for seven days"

That is one of the few math puns I've not found funny. And believe me, I'm big on math puns. I've never cared about my weight very much. I used to weigh myself out of interest, if I was somewhere with scales, but if I then heard friend mention her weight I would start to feel self conscious. I've weighed myself once since I've moved into town (almost four years ago) and I honestly don't remember what it said. When friends bring up their weight now I can assume I'm vaguely around that weight if I'm built the same, but don't really give it a second thought. Today the mother asked my weight. She was curious to compare me to her former, skinny self.

Height is something else I don't pay attention to. Sure not as self-conscious-making as weight seems to be, but it's something people are obsessed by. Someone asks how tall I am, I put my hand on top of my head and say 'about this tall?', while others could reel of their exact height in both metric and imperial (Despite being Australian, I always understood height better in imperial). The funny thing is that I'm a teenager. Just this week I've noticed that all the friends who I considered super short are now shooting up and are nearly as tall as, or maybe even taller than me. (Sorry Brookie, you're still short).

I hear friends complain about gaining 3 kg or being 2 inches shorter than so-and-so. I could've gained 3 kg this week and not noticed, and who knows who I'm shorter than? (Well, if you're curious, I'm shorter than Quack, but not when I'm in my nice shoes.) You know why these things don't bother me? I don't know the numbers. I can't compare myself to other people that way because I don't know what to compare. It woks the same with Facebook friends, Twitter followers and blog views. You can't care if you don't know there's anything to care about.

Xoxo.. Toongen..

Family porn-reading sesh...

So in English Extension we're reading The epic of Gilgamesh which is thought to be the earliest story ever written. It was written on stone tablets and for homework we read the first two. I got to school this morning and Quack ahd already read them. She was going on and on about the epic sex scene and how funny it was. I got to my study fourth period when I finally got to read it. It was amazing. They had sex for six days and seven nights. Straight. Tonight I decided to read the scene to my sisters and mother. I had to stop numerous times to breath because I was laughing so hard. My moother had crying from laughter. Apparently Sister Margaret Anne would disapprove. Anyway, though I'd share with you the earliest written porn ever discovered.

"Beasts arose and sleepy limbs began to flutter then. Enkidu, the boy who
walked on mountains, who eats the food of beasts and, like the beasts, comes
down at will to drink from the watery hole, with the beasts arose and stretched
his tired limbs to start the day. She beheld him then, as he was in his
beginning, the one who gave and took life from the far woods. “Heer is he, fine
lover; be set to wet him with your tongue and chest and loins. Spread forth your
happiness. Display your hidden charm. Jump him fast and kneel upon shoulders.
Without his wind then, he’ll enter near your entrance. Take off your robe to let
him in. Let him see what force a woman has.The friends he has from on wild will
exile him if he presses his person, as he will, into your scented bush.” Shamhat
let her garments loose and spread forth her happiness, which Enkidu enterde as
wind god enters an open cavern's mouth.Hot and swollen first, she jumped him
fast knocking out his rapid breath with thrust after loving thrust. She let him
see what force a woman has, and he stayed within her scented bush for seven
nights, leaping, seeping, weeping, and sleeping there. "

At the end of tablet II Enkidu may or may not have become gay lovers with Gilgamesh. Here's the link if you wanna read the rest.

Xoxo.. Toongen..

El's neighbour has now agreed to come in guns a-blazing (literally) if there's trouble. Gotta love this town sometimes,

This week I get to try my hand at independence. My sister and her boyfriend are going away on Tuesday and asked me to housesit. I get four nights all on my lonesome...well they have a dog, which is most of the reason I’m staying there, but whatevs. So for four nights I am completely in charge of myself and Sixx.

Although Bella is also in town I was deemed the most trustworthy as she would likely throw a house party while they were away, whereas I will be working my way through the folder they’ve saved for me on Austar. It contains some Buffy and Angel, Back to the Future movies, Doctor Who and has some hilariously witty name Luke won’t tell me. Ahh, sweet freedom spent on the couch being boring and probably forgetting to eat the pasta and 2 minute noodles they so kindly bought for me. (I really hope I don’t forget to feed Sixx).

I wonder how well I’ll clean up after myself. My floor is currently covered in clean clothes I poured out my still-packed suitcase from when I got back from Melbourne over a week ago. My milo cup from this morning is still on the bench, unless mother put it in the dishwasher and the tissues I used to remove nail polish are lost somewhere in the abyss on my desk. Yup, this’ll be one helluva test.


Xoxo.. Toongen..

Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch!

I spend years refusing to succumb to the fahsion statement that was black nail polish. I listen to teeny pop and am proud of it. I become close with Quack. I end up painting my nails black and downloaded British punk rock. Mostly influenced by the pure, intense, sexiness that is Spike.

First you have Spike, this sexy, evil british vamp who looks like a Billy Idol wannabe (but actually Billy Idol stole his look), complete with chipping black nails. Then there's James Marsters, who himself isn't British, but is still increidbly sexy (even now at 47) and his lack of accent is made up by his incredible singing voice. Seriously, go watch this vid of him singing Come As You Are (by Nirvana).

So after much youtubing I decided there were a couple of songs I had to download, including I Wanna Be Sedated (by The Ramones) and the obligatory Billy Idol (Yes, I already had White Wedding). I was surprised to find I acould actually sing along with a number of the songs, such as Tainted Love and You Spin Me Right Round. This is the kind of thing that happens when Georgie up and leaves me alone with Quack.

I still ship Tilly hardcore.

Last week I went to my friend Shenae's birthday party. Spending most of it chatting with Quack and Milbs we were discussing all the couples and possible couples in our group of friends. Then made up ships for them. One popular one was Mitchotte. Our new friend Mitch is totally in love with our old friend Charlotte, but she's already half of Chato. And there were many discussions about Quackburn (Quack/Milburn) because although there will always be shippers it will never be canon. Other ships were discussed - Sage, Jayla, Tilly - but these were the main one. And Quack and I decided, as we were treating them like fictional ships, we should write fanfiction about them.

Yesterday I did just that. With a little help from Quack in the plot department I wrote a three thousand word story about my friends. It was a little awkward and I hope none of my friends ever read it, but it's a brilliant story and you should all read it. It's called The Canoninity of Quackburn and Mitchotte. And yes, Gigi Carrot is Georgie.

Xoxo.. Toongen..