You’re probably wondering what the Hell I’m going on about. Well, recently for an assignment on teengers, I borrowed out a few books in the hopes that they could help me. One, while not helping me with my assignment, has been the book I’ve been reading. It’s called Living with Teenagers. And let me say, these three teenagers are ungrateful little brats. They not only use swear in everyday language (which if they had jobs would get them fired, but apparently there is at least one too lazy to bother finding any) and in front of their parents, but they call their parents attrocious words. I don’t swear in front of my parents and I never call them swear words. But they use all sorts of things to call their parents. These kids also seems to like to tell the mother (furthering on the bad parent thing) “You wonder why we’re so screwed up?” and after they scream and be totally unreasonable when the mother gets even the slightest bit mad ask her if she’s in therapy, ‘cos she should be. I would have decked these kids several times by now.

I’ve also noticed that the mother might say something neutral, but these kids whinge, saying things like “You always take his side! Can’t you see he’s playing you? You’re a terrible mother” (except with at least one swear word, probably the F word). These are kids who whinge about “being deprived” when if anything, they’re spoilt. “I don’t like the way this towel feels.” Grow up. Some people have worse problems than you. They don’t have parents who worry about them; they have parents who beat them up. They might not have parents at all. They might not be well off and not have any money. They might be homeless. There’s another thing; money to these kids is like sand- it slips through their fingers. Always borrowing money, asking for advances instead of getting jobs. They tell their Mum that she’s selfish. This is where they need to take a good look in the mirror.

Okay, so on some occasions, they appear to be decent. But from the sounds of it, most occasions, they’re stupid little pigs. These are the people who give all teenagers a bad name.

I’m still reading the book, and I pray to God that they get better. Actually, I hope this whole book is a wake-up call. If it isn’t, then something tells me that nothing will be. The only comfort I get is the knowledge that no one I know (including me), well, at least not most of the people I know, are like that or have ever been like that, really (except maybe as toddlers, but that’s different). Welcome to the next generation of parents.

Anyone who has a sibling will know what I’m talking about here. Have your parents (or anyone else, for that matter) ever call you the wrong name? Between PD and I, we’ve been called the other’s name, the names of our beloved cats and our aunts. It’s a part of life for siblings. Teachers do this, too. They’ll call you by your brother/sister’s name and then when they’re corrected they’ll say “Sorry, it’s just that I taught them”.

Also, have you ever (I’ve definitely had it; don’t know about PD) had the unfortunate experience of calling your teacher “Mum”? God, it’s excruciating for anyone who does this as the rest of the class burst out laughing and the teacher tends to give a small smile.

Then there’s when you’re thinking two different phrases at the same time, so your words come out wrong. For instance, the other day, someone asked me how my day was going. I was thinking both that it was good and that it was nice, so I ended up saying “It was gice, uh, nice”. Then there was that one time when I was in RE and I was talking about “ticks in the D column” and instead of ticks, I accidently said something inappropriate, to which the girls I was talking to laughed. I did correct myself, but of all the word confusions you could have in a religion class, that was not one of the best. I just hope my teacher didn’t hear me that time.

Boy, words can be torture.

Today, my family and I wandered throughout one of those giant gardens. It was sooo gorgeous!!! Next time, I’m taking my camera. We spotted three bridal parties. But there was the most AWESOME swingset ever, so I had a quick swing and felt nostalgic. Plus, I’d switch between two modes: calm and mature and energetic and childlike. Ah, simple pleasures. Complicated ones have their purpose, but sometimes it’s the simple ones that you need. Yeah, I don’t believe in the “Simple pleasures are for simple minds” crap that some people like to pass around. Don’t get me wrong; I like complexity. But the idea that those who like things simple are stupid? Whoever came up with that one is rather ignorant. Anyway, back to my day. There was also this giant road for people with trees covering the sides as you walk down, but near the end was bright sunlight, which made it look like something out of a movie or something. I stroked Cattail plants (‘cos they were all soft). I also had cake in a little cafe. It was absolutely fantastic. Throughout the whole parklands, I felt really nostalgic. I think it vaguely reminded me of stuff from when I was really little.

I also love markets. You find some of the most interesting things there. Malls and stuff are great, but occasionally, it’s nice to visit markets because they have an entirely different atmosphere.

Firstly, I’ve been experiencing some weird stuff on the train lately. Firstly, there was the guy with his ipod turned up loud, playing the same song over and over. However, that was not what I thought was weird. What I thought was weird was the way he panted and stomped his foot throughout the song. Then he’d stop when the next song began (remember: loud music), go back. When the song started back up, he’d go back into Thumper mode. Then today, I hopped on the train at three-thirty to experience a drunk man who for two stations spilled his guts out (the girl I was sitting with was also slightly worried). Firstly, he mentioned how the principal at his daughter’s school said that when wearing school uniform, she’s representing the school (boy, does that sound familiar). Then he got onto the internet and mentioned how everything is done with computers these days (this was while nursing a can of gin). Then he said that when he was at school, he was called Dumbo because of his ears and people used to flick him behind the ears. After this, he got off, but not before mentioning to his mate that he had to catch a busto somewhere a few hours away, that he hadn’t caught a bus in years and that the copper’s had his license (for DUI, I suspect).

PD is driving me nuts. I just wish she’d be a teensy bit nicer.

Last night, I ended up watching and enjoying Trinny and Susannah Undress the Nation. My family and I were watching something else. this was after it and it got kind of interesting.

This is funny. Go to http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan and type in your name. It’ll come up with tonnes of stuff. I’ll give you the first fifteen that I got today (but replacing my name with the sample name of “Tegan” and believe me when I say this is NOT my real name) with commentary. Try to see which slogans you recognise:

The real smell of Tegan (This could be good or bad).

You too can have a Tegan like mine (Oooh! Oooh! Tell me how!).

Don’t just book it, Tegan it (Random, but you will get that).

The Tegan that smiles back (This is honestly pretty true).

Got Tegan (I dunno)?

Good Tegan has Danish written all over it (*bursts out laughing*).

More than just a Tegan (Damn straight).

Mild Green Tegan Liquid (Ewwwwwwww).

Tegan Unscripted (Actually, I quite like this one).

Reach out and Touch Tegan (Kind of soppy).

Make the most of Tegan (Yes, do!).

It’s not all Tegan, Tegan, Tegan, you know (On this blog, it is, so there *pokes out tongue*).

Pardon me, do you have any Grey Tegan (No, only the Purple and Blue varieties…MORONS!!!) ?

Life’s pretty straight without Tegan (Hell, yeah!).

Why can’t everything orange be Tegan (Because I’m not ORANGE!!!!!)?

So there you are. Enjoy.

I upped my load at the gym last night. For anyone who hasn’t been reading this blog, I’ve been doing weights. My muscles are SORE!!!! Not as sore as they were the first time around, but still sore. But I need to do it. It helps me get stronger (did I mention that, if I wanted to, I could get PD in a headlock? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate me mentioning this, but it’s true. Besides, she sometimes says stuff about me that makes me want to slap her like she’s the Doctor.). I just wish it didn’t affect how I sit down. But yeah, hopefully, I’ll notice a bit more of a difference. But right now, sore muscles. Fun.

Firstly, I just had a job interview. I’m really hoping I get it, because it seems like such an awesome place to work.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, I can tell you about a discovery of mine. Sometime last year, for $2, I bought a book called the Insult Dictionary:How to be Abusive in FIVE languages. These languages are English, French, German, Italian and Spanish. Now, right about now, you must be wondering what the catch is. Well, it was published in 1966. I’m about to list a few. However, I would like to warn you before hand that it is NOT in ANY way politically correct.

So, here are a few beauties (in English. However, I’m copying it straight from the book, word for word):
(on the beach) Move your fat carcass so I can get some sun.

(in the butcher’s shop) That rabbit is still miaowing.

(at a party or a dance) Keep your wandering paws to yourself.

(in the bookshop) Do you only sell pornography?

(Between the Sexes) Your lips are like wet liver.

(General terms and all-purpose insults) Incapable lout.

(General terms and all-purpose insults) Repulsive, evil-smelling layabout.

Those are just a few of the terms. If you want to know more, or want the book’s translation, just leave a comment.

This is my day: Brilliant, then energetic, then miserable, now slightly better again. I started of today doing a physical theatre workshop and that was absolutely AWESOME! Actually, it was kind of funny, ‘cos for one activity, I had to walk like a bobblehead (don’t ask). Then I read part of a play (one character- it was a read-through). Then I did a lot of cleaning. Then I lost $20. Now, it’s not that I’m mad at what I lost (well, only an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny bit). It’s how I lost it that makes me feel like a prize idiot. I just don’t get how I lost it. All I can hope is that whoever finds that $20 needs it.

However, when I came to check this site, someone I mentioned the site to had left me a comment. Plus, apparently one of my last posts was mentioned on a blog as good stimulus. So now I feel a little better.

I’ve actually managed to lose a little bit of weight. I’ve been doing weights for two months now and I actually have muscle. It’s a miracle. If I was in Grade Six (back when I was a waif) and someone had told me I’d join a gym, I’d have given them a look which said “Okay, then”. I used to absolutely suck at sport. Once, I literally dived over the bar for high jump. Had everyone in stitches, including my teacher (because apparently, that’s not quite how high jump works ).

So that’s me for the moment. Hopefully, my posts are slowly becoming more interesting.

tGiR

P.S. I couldn’t believe it when I saw Stephen Fry on Bones. And for the record, in reference to that post I made about chocolate, I think it was two days that my chocolate lasted. It was all eaten by the end of the third day, put it that way.

Boston Legal is back! Yay! Also, you can find the trailers for:

1. the American version of Life on Mars and

2. the teaser trailer for season three of Heroes (Volume three:Villans)

With the American version of LoM, while it appears to be the more US style of drama (higher action), I’m not sure what to think. I think the British version will be the better one, but the creator of Boston Legal did this one, so we’ll just have to see. I just want to see Ashes to Ashes (the Gene Hunt spinoff which meant Phillip Glenister wasn’t Gene Hunt in the US version of LoM as well) already.

With Heroes, I STILL haven’t seen those two bleeding episodes! ARGH! Stupid Channel seven. Anyway, to make up for all the stuff last season which meant it was shorter, didn’t have some of the plot details they were planning to use (like Elle being Claire’s half-sister) by making the premiere THREE HOURS LONG. A whole tape just for a season premiere (as in I’ll probably have to tape it and it will take up the entire tape. Must get 4 hour tape)!  But yeah, cool.

It seems like, these days, I have an actual, regular social life. No kidding. I went to a party the other day, we keep having people over, there’s a fete-ish thing on this weekend, I’ve got more parties and things. I actually have a social life. Not that I didn’t have a social life before. I do stuff with friends; I just never have been at the stage where I’ve had something on every weekend for about two months.

It’s so annoying; I’ve been trying to get Natasha Bedingfield’s self-titled album for AGES, but I can’t find it anywhere. However, hopefully, her third album Pocketful of Sunshine (which I believe is out in the US) will come out here and then everyone will start selling it again (oh, and P.S: keep listening to Wild Horses on her Unwritten album- about two minutes after Wild Horses is a secret song which comes up as part of the same song). I’ll have to keep an eye out.

I know I already said this, but I recently saw a video called Dancing Cadet, which features a student at the airforce academy secretly being filmed dancing. If you’re after videos by the original people, go on YouTube and check out the user “fleaman100″. It’s funny; I promise.

Even though it’s not out in OZ yet (if you look at the past few years, I’d say July, most likely later in the month), I’ve seen up to the Sotaran Strategem in the 4th season of Dr Who. Don’t know why everyone’s moaning; I’m enjoying it. While Rose was kinda cool and Martha was awesome, it’s a nice change having a companion NOT in love with the Doctor. Oh, though I did see a tinsy exciting clip from Poison Sky (if you haven’t seen it, I won’t spoil it) . For the record, I say “Donna”, not “Doctor” (watch and you’ll understand. Plus, I’ve heard a lot of stuff going around…). Tell you what, though; finale’s looking good.

Also, in the two months that I’ve been doing weights, I’ve lost weight. Yippee for me.

I just cannot WAIT for the holidays! No more looking like my arm’s got something contagious from blue ink which gets all over my arm (in small dots). No more bleeding huge response to stimulus. No more giant reports! Help me get through this (yes, because there really are people reading this, tGiR). Actually, there’s a tonne of stuff I want to do. I just hope I can find a job so that I can do more of them.

Anyway, I’m going to go now (not that anyone’s here).
tGiR

P.S. I’m loving Sarah Bareille’s Lovesong. Why aren’t more people playing it? Also, nice to see Bones back on TV, Channel Seven!