Day 90: Odd Couple

The Big Quiz went well.

Very well, in fact.

Our team (blue) got 71 points, while the red and yellow teams got 15 and 17 points, respectively.

I think we redeemed ourselves.

Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?

I am most definitely a messy person by nature. I didn’t tidy my desk for three years, and there was stuff piled up over a foot high. Currently in my room, there is a path of clear floor to my bed, and that is basically all of the floor that you can see.

But, the thing is, I hate it! It drives me mad! I want so badly to be neat and tidy, but, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t! It’s like it’s in my DNA or something. I hate being a messy person, and mess drives me crazy, but I can’t seem to keep stuff clean and tidy, even though I enjoy tidying.

I guess it all goes back to the procrastination thing. I just waste so much time doing nothing that I never have time to do anything, including cleaning and tidying.

Another problem is that my urges to tidy come late at night, when everyone is asleep. And I am a noisy, clumsy person, so it isn’t a good idea for me to tidy at night.

Short and sweet because I have too much to do.

Oh! There are going to be two interesting things in tomorrow’s post! One of them excites me but probably won’t excite you, and the other is very interesting.

Day 89: Five A Day

Tomorrow morning is the Big Quiz. You know, the one where I’m going to redeem my team from all those years ago? You’d think the logical thing to do would be to go to bed early, to get plenty of sleep.

Hahaha nope.

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

OK. This could be interesting.

1. Spaghetti
I love spaghetti. I love it so much. I’d eat it all day everyday if I could. Sometimes I just open a tin, dump the tin in a bowl, and start eating. I’ll eat it hot, but normally I have it cold. And it is a carbohydrate, and it has tomato sauce, which is a fruit/vegetable (not getting into that debate). So it isn’t extremely unhealthy.

2. Watermelon
Like spaghetti, I love watermelon. I could sit there and eat a whole one if I was allowed. It’s just so refreshing. Also, it is mostly water, and is also a fruit, so it’s good for you.

3. Chicken
As I’ve mentioned before, chicken is basically my favourite food. I’ll eat nearly any kind. Fast food chicken, chicken nibbles, herb and garlic chicken, drumsticks, honey chicken, butter chicken, mango chicken… I just love me some chicken. Chicken is a meat, so it contains protein and iron (although not very much since it isn’t a red meat).

4. Milk
I’m aware that this is a drink, not a food. But I’m including it anyway. Milk is probably my favourite thing to drink. I like to drink the dark blue lidded milk-the good old full cream milk, that has been through the factory but still has all of the creamy goodness in it. And it is a dairy product, to build up strong bones with all of that calcium.

Only problem is, I’m lactose intolerant. But you can get lactose free milk, even though it’s expensive. But I’m not the one paying for it, so that doesn’t matter to me.

So far, I’ve covered the four food groups. Carbohydrates, fruit and vege, meat, and dairy. Basically, from here, I can choose anything.

But I can’t decide on just one thing for my last food. So I’ll make a list of options, and you can tell me which one you would choose.

•Sugary cereal (like Coco Pops or Froot Loops)
•Garlic bread
•Stewed apple
•Homemade bread
•Ciabattas (think that’s spelt wrong but autocorrect doesn’t have a clue what I’m trying to say)
•Corn chips and salsa (mild salsa. And yes, they only count as one).

Eh. That’ll do.

Hmm. Apparently I like bread.

Day 88: Trading Spaces

Continuing the trend of me being a crybaby, I watched the new Dreamworks movie Home today, with my friend and her younger brother. You guessed it. I cried.

My friend thought I was crazy. I probably am.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a day? What do you think life would be like?

I have wondered, actually. It’s not something I think about everyday, but I have definitely thought about it before.

Honestly, I think for me personally, I wouldn’t be too different as a guy. I’d probably be a bit less emotional and that kind of thing. But otherwise, not much would really change.

I was thinking about what to write for this, and I had a whole lot of stuff written about me not spending hours getting ready and not focusing heaps on my appearance that kind of thing, when I realized how stereotypical that is. I mean, just because someone is male, doesn’t mean they care less about their appearance. Just because someone is female, they don’t have to spend hours getting ready. Being male or being female really shouldn’t determine that kind of thing. We are all different individuals. Like I was saying about the movie, my friend, who is female, thought I was crazy for crying. I’m just an emotional person, but that isn’t because I’m a girl. My brother has cried during quite a few movies and books. That doesn’t mean that he isn’t manly or anything like that.

Actually, he isn’t manly. He’s 13 and is basically a stick. His way to annoy me is to do this high pitched laugh thing. I know two year olds that are more manly than him.

But our gender shouldn’t determine our personalities. Sure, we may choose to express ourselves differently because of the gender roles that society has placed on us, but they don’t determine who we are as a person.

So, to answer the question, I think that my life would be the same, but I would probably express my emotions less, and I probably wouldn’t still sleep with a soft toy unicorn.

Don’t judge. It helps me to sleep better.

Sorry about the rant. I don’t know where that came from.

I honestly have a serious problem with society. All of the stereotypes and the pressure to be a certain way just bugs me. We were all made different for a reason. The world would be pretty boring if we were all the same.

That was random. I’m going to bed now.

Day 87: Happy Happy Joy Joy

Yesterdays post was my 100th post on this blog! Exciting!

Also, it’s midnight, I’m really hungry, and I can’t get food because I’d probably wake everyone up.

We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

I am one of those people that cries ALL THE TIME. If someone dies in a book or a movie, I will cry, even if I’ve read it or seen it multiple times. If I watch an emotional video, I will cry. If something goes wrong in my life, I will cry. I am an emotional crybaby, to put it simply.

One weekend, a friend and I watched a total of four movies. I cried during three of them. The other one was Despicable Me 2.

But tears of joy? They don’t come very often for me. Sometimes I’ll laugh so hard that tears come to my eyes, but otherwise, I cry because I’m happy.

There was this one video that I watched recently though. I don’t know if this really fits. But it made me cry. It was such a heart wrenching video, but it was one of those ones that was joyful and sad at the same time.

Here’s the link: https://youtu.be/hLFj4eFEgdU

Actually, a lot of videos on that channel have made me cry. The channel is GiveBackFilms, and it’s a few college guys or something that do what they can to positively influence the lives of others. And it is amazing.

And there is one other video that made me sob. This was a few months ago. My brother told me about this video, and said that I would definitely cry. I decided to make it a personal goal of mine to watch it and not cry.

That didn’t go so well.

It was another one of those videos that had such a tragic story behind it, but the whole video was just so positive.

You can find that one here: https://youtu.be/SwKyauE_l-k

I just rewatched both of them, and now I’m crying again. I literally had chills running down my spine.

Oh man. Dem feels.

Day 86: Judgement Day

I had grand plans involving going to bed early (well, not exactly early, but not this late either).

And then I ended up on YouTube.

If you were to judge your favourite book by its cover, would you still read it?

This question is mean because it forces me to pick a favourite book.

For this, I’m going to go with the book Wonder by R. J. Palacio. It’s about a boy with mandibulofacial dysostosis. That basically means that his face is a mess.

Yes, I am aware that the recommended age for this book is 12 or something. But this is an amazing book.

So, if I had judged it by its cover, would I have read it?

I think I would have, because it looks really interesting. Also, the blurb says that August (MC) wants to be ordinary, but he has a terrible facial abnormality. And, above the blurb, it has “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” (funnily enough, considering the question), except the words “book” and “its cover” are scribbled out, and instead it says “Don’t judge a boy by his face.”

This is what made me want to read this book. Also, my teacher gave it a glowing review. But that line made me want to read this book. Because, you see, I have often been judged by my face, because I, like Auggie, have a facial abnormality.

Sure, mine isn’t nearly as severe as Auggie’s is. In fact, some of the time you can’t even tell. But it is still there, and I have still been judged because of it. It has impacted my life in a bigger way than you would think.

Do I wish I could be ordinary? Absolutely. Do I wish that I could look the same, or at least slightly more similar, to everyone else? Most definitely.

You don’t often read books about people with facial abnormalities. I think that this is the only one that I know of. But to read a book where the person understands what it is like to look different to everyone else is somewhat comforting. I can’t explain it.

So, judging this book by its cover, would I have read it? I’m pretty certain that I would have.

If anyone knows of any other books about people with facial abnormalities, whether it is ptosis, mandibulofacial dysostosis, or something else entirely, please let me know. I would love to read more books like this.

Day 85: Déjà Vu

I have 101 things to do before the term ends in a week, and I haven’t done a single one of them.

Also, for those of you that read yesterday’s post, I went to the doctor today about my headaches. He did a bunch of tests, prescribed some painkillers, told us what he thought it was, and sent me to get a blood test so that he could be certain.

I hate blood tests. Just needles in general. Ugh it was horrible.

Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?

I don’t know if I’ve ever truly felt déjà vu, but there has been the odd occasion when I’ve thought, “Hang on, haven’t I experienced this before?” It’s only been with very minor things though. Nothing major.

I have a couple of stories relating to déjà vu, and, since this post is going to be short and boring otherwise, I may as well include them.

The first happened about four years ago, but it didn’t happen to me. Myself and two of my friends were chosen to perform two skits for our class, depicting the events of John 3 and 4. I played Nicodemus, my friend acted as Jesus, and my other friend was the woman at the well.

Anyway, we were practicing our lines outside while everyone else was in class, and one of my friends, the one playing the woman at the well, had to go and get something from class. When she was doing this, she walked past the bathroom and a girl walked out.

A few minutes later, she went back to class again. I can’t remember why. Anyway, she walked past the bathroom again, and, as she stepped in the same place as she had stepped in the time before, the same girl walked out of the bathroom.

For all I know, she could have made this whole thing up. But, if she didn’t, that is basically real life déjà vu.

My other story isn’t really about déjà vu, but it kind of is in a way.

Long story short, I have a step cousin that, when this occurred a couple of years ago, was married with one son. One night, I dreamt that she was pregnant again. When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t remember if she really was pregnant, or if it was just a dream. When no one mentioned anything for a couple of months, I decided it was probably just a dream.

However, less than six months after I had this dream, we found out that she was pregnant again. So basically, my dreams can predict the future.

Or not. If that was the case, we would be living in WWII and half of my classmates would be birds.

I could go on and on about my interesting dreams, because I seem to have a lot of them. But I won’t. Because that has nothing to do with this post.

There was a random dot on my screen, and I got really confused because it looked like a full stop.

Anyway. Enough rambling. Time for bed.

Day 84: Idyllic

What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?

This reminds me of Gloriavale.

I’m going to make this brief, because I want to go to bed.

I think one of the key things about my ideal community would be a strong sense of unity and togetherness. It’s easy to get along when life is good and things are going well, but an ideal community would stand by each other when times are tough.

To be honest, that is about all that I can come up with. I think unity is basically one of the foundations of humanity, and if we lost all unity, we’d be screwed.

Sorry for the short post again. I’m not feeling too flash at the moment due to constant headaches that won’t go away, no matter how much I drug myself. I’m going to the doctor tomorrow afternoon to hopefully figure out why.