OMG! Danica's House!

Hehe. I just tried to update with nothing in the entry section. Hee hee hee.
Wooop wooop woop. The V has gone straight to my BRAINS.

Anyone that has a suggestion for me, for a unit to take in place of Philosophy 125 [which I loathe, surprisingly and very dissapointingly]... so any help would be mucho on the appreciation.

Uni is the best invention ever, I should patent it.

...wait

I want Gavin to have a livejournal. He doesn't have to update, just so I can friend him. Yep.
Okay, so I'm strange. Very, very strange.

♥ , whee.

*cough*

Right people, move along.

Paint-Queen

I'm not, actually, the Paint-Queen.
Unfortunately.
I spent some time in the craft-shed this afternoon painting a Giraffe, and it's damn well harder than I remembered.
How did I have such blind talent and skill in year 10? Because now I am just unskilled. I guess I could blame my cheap canvas,[with it's annoying coarse surface] but I know I probably have no grounds to do so.

Today was way too slack. I am such a bad person. *hangs head* I want some other unit to have. And to make all my timetable problems go away. The best way for this to happen is for the university to give me an automatic Distinction for Psychology [hey, I'm not greedy, I'm reasonable, I understand that they can't just give people HD's, even me] or Ancient History, and then I'll just attend the other class. See, Ancient History is more interesting to me than Psychology, but Psychology is very fun. Ancient History is also fun. Booo.

Sometimes, I feel that I'm not very interesting. To talk to/read the livejournal of, I mean. Yes, that's right. I can't wait to be 18, it'll be fun. Although for all of my life I've maintained that I don't want to grow up... I think, after 18 years, I am finally ready. Interesting coincidence that I'm ready to grow up just as I stop having a choice in the matter, isn't it... Or maybe it's not a coincidence, maybe it's some kind of thing sent to test us by the Aliens. [I am aware that being legally adult does not make someone an adult, technically].

I think I'm developing an extreme distaste for public transport. Every time, every time I catch a transperth bus/train [which is slightly more than 5 days a week], someone who is in some way higly offensive to my senses decides, of all the seats on the vehicle, to sit TOO CLOSE TO ME. Like today.. there was this guy, who was incredibly bad smelling. And there were so many seats, and I had been so comfortable in my sunny space-chair, drawing dragons. :(
Ahahah.
I will so suffer greatly for my arrogance and incharitability some day. But right now I am happy in my aloof bubble.

I had other stuff to talk about too, but maybe I'll update again later. The cut below is long [and funny], making me feel like I've written much more than I actually have.
Did anyone watch the MythBusters special? I should be watching MythBusters now. Ah well. I'm off to join yet another [well, my second] Hogwarts sorting community. Maybe this one will be kinder to me.

laura_kathleen

"This Shit Is Bananas"
A probing analysis of Gwen Stefani’s "Hollaback Girl"
by GREG STACY

Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” is one of the most baffling pieces of music of the modern age. It’s got something to do with cheerleaders - that much is clear, judging from the chanting and the marching band that’s honking and tooting in the background. Beyond that, good luck deciphering the song’s ambiguities. We were so vexed by the mystery that is “Hollaback Girl” that we have devoted countless hours to its study. Our conclusions are below. The first thing you should know, though, is that Gwen is not singing “I ain’t no Harlem fat girl” - at least, we don’t think she is.

Uh huh, this my shit
Gwen is introducing us to her shit.

All the girls stomp your feet like this
This talk of shit and stomping has nothing to do with actually stepping on feces. But what does it mean? From a reading of the later text, we can conclude that the song takes place in the world of high school athletics, and that Gwen is apparently leading the girls in a calisthenics exercise. The “shit,” we surmise, is what she calls the exercises she’s teaching the other girls.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Here, Gwen exhorts the girls to try harder as they jog around the track, reminding them that physical fitness is “not just gonna happen,” but must be worked at.

Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
These lines are the most confusing, but their meaning will become clearer later.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit
Gwen repeats this four more times. She wants to make sure that we are well acquainted with her shit.

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn’t think that I would hear it
Gwen has been the victim of some slanderous high school gossip, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Gwen is 35 years old sliding into MILF status at this point, but we’ll grant her some poetic license.

People hear you talking like that,
getting everybody fired up
So I’m ready to attack,
gonna lead the pack
Gwen is going to round up a “posse” of her girlfriends and retaliate against the person who’s been talking “smack” about her.

Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
Gwen is going to beat up the person who wronged her, after she completes the cheerleading routine that will inspire the football team to score a touchdown. Gwen has interesting priorities.

That’s right, put your pom-poms down,
getting everybody fired up
It seems the entire cheerleading squad is going to beat up the person who spoke ill of Gwen; they have put down their pom-poms, and they are now “fired up” to exact swift and terrible vengeance on Gwen’s behalf.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Gwen is apparently the captain of the cheerleader squad; she is the girl who “hollas” the chants, not one of the girls who simply “hollas” them back. Given that the squad is preparing to beat somebody up on Gwen’s behalf, she’s picked a strange time to remind them that she is their leader and they are her sheep-like followers. Gwen obviously rules her squad with an iron fist.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
Again with the shit.

So that’s right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I’m gonna fight, gonna give it my all
We learn that it was a “dude” who gossiped about Gwen. She challenges him to a fight at the bleachers. If he imagines it will be a fair, one-on-one fight, he is sadly mistaken. Gwen and her aforementioned “pack” will pounce on him like rabid wolves.

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That’s right, I’m the last one standing,
another one bites the dust
Gwen’s pack of furious cheerleaders leaves the boy a quivering, bloody heap behind the bleachers for the groundskeeper to discover the next day.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Having completed their ghastly work, Gwen’s squad members return to the field and resume their cheerleading activities, as Gwen reminds them once more that she is the boss and they are all her bitches.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
By calling her exercise routines “shit,” Gwen is showing us that for all her bravado, the character in this song secretly suffers from profound self-esteem issues. She is a complex antiheroine for an age of changing gender attitudes and expectations.

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Here, Gwen steps away from this bloody spectacle for a moment to comment on the madness and ugliness of what we’ve just witnessed, and, by extension, the petty rivalries of high school in general. This shit is bananas, Gwen tells us, and we can only agree. And lest we miss the point, she spells it out. And repeats it another three times.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Back on the field, Gwen is still bullying the squad to carry out her routines. But now we see her in a new light, as the sad, lost creature she truly is.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
As the song fades out, Gwen is left only with her “shit,” the mindless exercises that bring her no comfort from the raging emptiness within. As much as she “hollas,” no one hears her cries for help.