Life and times of an astrophysist who is actually a former journalism student who is really a NERD nerdy retarded weird girl pretending to be an astrophysisist...mispelling INTENDED!

NERD nerdy retarded weird girl central...well mostly my mussings and random interludes whilst I am working towards getting a car and licence so my random adventures and time spent in Australia was worth while. It should be intersting Enjoy! While in Australia...I was sunburnt,went to Sydney and wrote my first novel. So far back in Canadia I have been couch hoping and meandering from city to city. More adventures to come. Hopefully they are as interesting as my Australia ones.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

FERGUS!!!! I hate house flies

FERGUS! Ha ha sorry I know that name Makes Chris laugh so... Fergus..Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus Fergus......

Today may be a long entry….

But first,

Which is better a thoughtful homemade gift or something bought from a store?

I have smartened up this term. I have started 3 out of four essays earlier instead of waiting till the last minute. At least I think I have.

Why do my friends back home keep bugging me to send them post cards…I don’t see them sending me any.

And now to other things….

In less than a month I will be 22, but I figured that my birthday wouldn’t technically be on October 5, because of the time difference. You see I was born at 9:25 p.m. Pacific Time, back in Canada, but here in Australia, (I am not sure of the time zone here) It would have been October 6 at 4:25 a.m. But legally it’s the 5th of October it says so on birth certificate.

I have officially moved into the big room, by some luck and just being nice the managers let me have it. Apparently “Big Desk” never came. My first night in my new room was sleepless, two house flies managed to get into my room and the constant buzzing kept me awake. I tried opening my door in hopes the stupid bastards would fly out but, they were stubborn little buggers. So I turned on the ceiling fan. This helped drown out the flies buzzing, but the fan was loud and kept me awake. Not to mentions I kept thinking about one of the stories I am writing, and stressing about an assignment that is due Friday, that I haven’t even started, but enough about my new room.

Yesterday was Chris’s birthday. Unfortunately he was sick. I made his present. I made a collection of movies that we have filmed together, such as A Flat To Myself, the remake of A Flat To Myself, the sequel A Flat To Myself Part 2, out takes from A Flat To Myself Part 2, a documentary on the Multicultural Fair and a montage about Chris and the ‘Mocha Frappe.’ He said he like my present. I always thought that it’s better to make something for someone because it shows that you care.

On Sunday night I had a dingmare.

A dingmare? What is that?

A dingmare is a term to define, when I have a dream, which results in a story or helps add too a story I am either formulating or writing about. I first heard the term dingmare in the movie Harriet the Spy, when Harriet’s friend Sport describes his father’s dreams, saying all writers have them. Why was this dream a dingmare? I am not saying why.

Now not all of my stories have come from dreams. Wild Will came to me during on of those days that I was in an imagineering mood.

My favourite made up word ‘adorkable’ came up during college, when I was trying to think of a way to describe someone in a more positive way. Is the combination of the words adorable and dork. Dork, can mean a whales penis, an undesirable person, nerd, or someone who is odd. Adorable means someone desirable of worthy of admiration. Adorkable means an odd person, who is worthy of admiration. Adorkable tales was the name of column in college, when I wrote for the college newspaper.

Another word I use is muchly…which is not a word at all. In fact spell check wants to change my non-word to mushily, mushy, musky, much or mutely. In fact I am not sure how I started using it or came up with it.

1 comment:

Amy said...

Haha Melissa, I love your words. I think your very adorkable :) We're all dorks in our own special way! Oh, i wish i could have been there for Chris' 18th birthday! IT would have been fun. I desperately want to see the multicultural fair'll make me homesick! And your sequal. I'm going to write a whole entry in my blog dedicated to AESM. Isn't it weird that our birthdays are all so close to one another? Isn't it fate? Glad to see your liking your new room!
Luv Amy