tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148341322161457312024-02-08T15:05:40.936+11:00Izzy is BizzyIzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-72267674322118299722013-04-29T18:38:00.001+10:002013-04-29T18:38:39.177+10:00Do You Hear The People Sing?!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm sorry. I split the price of Les Miserables with one of my friends over the weekend and I've been quietly singing/humming/whistling along to revolution ever since. Those of you who read this and have seen Les Mis will understand what I mean.<br />
But you know, as much as I would like to, I'm not here to talk about Les Mis. I'm here to talk about Iron Man 3.<br />
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Because. Wow.<br />
I really enjoyed it. I remember being so-so about Iron Man 2 and The Avengers was pretty good. But I must say that Iron Man 3 was great. Pepper got a chance to be bad-ass and Tony got a reality check from an 11 year old kid (actually I don't know how old he was, I'm just guessing). My official favourite character is Trevor. He is brilliant. If you haven't seen it don't ask who Trevor is (classified information aka spoiler). Also If you've seen Supernatural then I think he has the same accent as Balthazar which only makes me like him more. AND on top of that there is a line which includes 'an elephant graveyard' which instantly makes me think Lion King reference. AND on top <em>that </em>the scene after the credits is pretty sweet (that's rolling credits too, not the flashy ones with the pictures) and it finishes with the words "Tony Stark will be back!" which makes me excited. Oh and there was a trailer for The Wolverine and for Star Trek Into Darkness (Benedict Cumberbatch is making me want to watch that one) and although these weren't in the cinema I also enjoyed the new trailer for Man of Steel and for Thor The Dark World (Loki's hair!).<br />
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So yeah. The point I'm trying to make here is that you should definitely see both these movies (and those trailers to if you have time). If you do I promise you will get cookies. If you don't then there will be consequences.<br />
I'll stop talking now. I actually have homework to do but I need to talk to someone about my fangirling first.<br />
Bye.</div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-47704970353467521452013-04-17T20:22:00.001+10:002013-04-22T15:19:42.047+10:00I have a damn bone to pick<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just now I read that the BBC has signed a contract that says, starting July 2014, Foxtel will have first dibs on BBC television shows.<br />
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If you ask me (and even if you didn't I'll tell you anyway) it a f*cking disgrace.<br />
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Even though ABC keeps their stake on Doctor Who and a couple of other programs; the great big pay-tv company gets the lion's share of BBC creations. But less than a third of Australians have pay-tv in their homes! The BBC are effectively excluding 60% of potential viewers!<br />
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Basically the whole thing makes me very bloody angry and I don't want to rant on you guys so I'll leave it there. Thank you for your attention.</div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-39104776473505569282013-03-19T18:27:00.001+11:002013-03-19T18:27:23.763+11:00 I Feel A Need To Share This Achievement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I made cupcakes!<br />
They are meant to be White Stripes cupcakes (the thing they're sitting on is a dvd for one of their tours). But most of you wouldn't know who they are. The White Stripes are my favourite band and you've probably at least heard of their most popular song: Seven Nation Army.<br />
I like the one without the black better. But hey they both look cool.<br />
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Oh yeah! Series 3 episode 1 of Sherlock is called The Empty Hearse! I'm so excited!</div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-61769969229311020262013-01-14T12:04:00.002+11:002013-01-14T12:04:58.822+11:00STOP RIGHT NOW AND CLICK THIS (please)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok guys. There aren't many of you following me but you should see this and spread the word.<br />
There is this really fun site where you think of a character (real or not real it doesn't matter) and the genie asks you questions and guesses the answer.<br />
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It's actually really accurate. Try it. It's fun.<br />
<a href="http://en.akinator.com/" target="_blank">CLICK IT!</a></div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-34018313482857236812012-09-25T09:07:00.002+10:002012-09-25T09:07:39.728+10:00The Tale of Tod {part 1}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a story I wrote for my English class. I'm going to give it to you in a couple of parts just to see how you like it.<br />
I would really appreciate your feedback guys. Thanks!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Tod Hogan left his office at J
& J Accountants and entered the stream of pedestrians pushing endlessly
down the grey city streets at exactly 5pm on Friday. The streets in the heart
of a city, Tod had always thought, were like a great and powerful river. The
constant flow of people was mindless and relentless. If you ventured out into
the centre of the streets you could easily be swept away by the swift current
of taxis, trams and mopeds. It was like the artificial world of people, where
barely a blade of grass grows, could not help but mimic the natural world it
smothered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Tod slipped through the crowds
effortlessly. He was moving with the flow and his slim build lent him that
mystic ability to weave around people like liquid. He was not too short so as
not to be able to see above heads; but not especially tall either, an average
height. The reason no one ever noticed Tod was because he was so average.
Everything about him looked normal. His cinnamon coloured hair was
nondescriptly cut, his face was not striking or handsome, his suit and shoes
were regular and boring, even his voice was the kind of neutral tone that
betrays neither anger nor sadness. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Tod Hogan simply didn’t make an
impression on people. It might have bugged him, but it didn’t. In fact he liked
it. Tod could cluck like a chicken and start dancing the Macarena in the middle
of the street and no one would be able to give a distinctive description of him
to the police. He was just too ordinary. It was like being invisible.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Tod took a tram to his
apartment in the odd middle ground between the city and the suburbs. He lived
alone and kept to himself, so no one really knew him, which was good. Tod
didn’t need people to know him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">As he walked into his apartment
he realised he was hungry. But he also had things to do tonight. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From deep within his being he felt a growl of
hunger of a different sort. There was a thing inside him that thirsted for
something more than food and Tod found it easier sometimes to eat nothing when
the thing was hungry. So he set his briefcase on the kitchen table, skipped
dinner and left his apartment once more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lilly Brendal stepped out of
the warm train-car into the bustling station and gasped. She’d never seen so
many people in one place before. She’d been to the city before, but that was
ages ago when she was a little girl and they had come by car. Now on her
nineteenth birthday she realised that time had faded her memory of the crowds
and hubbub that surrounded her now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She followed her best friend
Jay Heath through the rabble and out of the station. Lilly noticed the sun was
dipping low towards the horizon. She glanced back at the clock above the
entrance and saw that it was about half past five. At least their train had been
on time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The girls stopped and waited
for the traffic light to let them cross the street. Rays of warm golden
sunlight bounced off the great glass skyscrapers and into Lilly’s eyes. She
squinted at the glowing buildings and elbowed her friend. “Which one do you
think is the tallest Jay?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That one right there.” She
pointed to a sleek-looking cylindrical tower that seemed to Lilly like a great
golden needle trying to sew together the land and the sky. “Are you sure? I
mean what’s it called?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Jeez Lilly I don’t know
everything! But it definitely looks the tallest. So it’s got to be.” Lilly just
shook her head. It didn’t make any sense; but after so many years she had
learnt not to argue with Jay. Somehow she would always find a way to put you
off and change the subject so you’d forget what it was you were talking about. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But even if Lilly had wanted to
pursue the matter she couldn’t have because at that moment the traffic light
began beeping frantically, telling them it was time to cross, and the girls talk
instantly turned to finding the place where they planned to celebrate Lilly’s
19th birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jay had been to the city more
often than Lilly and as a result she was designated navigator. Jay had too much
confidence in herself to use a map and Lilly’s phone had forgotten to charge
itself the previous night. After about fifteen minutes of wandering about,
craning their necks and gawping at the grey buildings around them; they were
hopelessly lost.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I thought you knew where this
place was Jay?!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I do! It’s just that the
buildings have changed since I was here last. I’m sorry Lilly. But I’m sure
it’s somewhere nearby…” Jay did a small pirouette as she tried to figure out
where they were and the skirt of her grey 1950s style cocktail dress billowed
out in a circle around her legs. With her ruby red lipstick, big innocent blue
eyes and patent leather heels she looked like one of those ditsy blondes in the
old movies. A far cry from Lilly’s motorcycle boots, denim skirt with fishnets,
bottle-glass green eyes, jagged red-black hair and leather jacket. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She sighed; they were an
unlikely pair to say the least. So different in looks but so similar in tastes
were Lilly and Jay; no one had ever expected them to be such good friends. And
they had been friends so long now; Lilly should have known to bring a map of
her own, or at least remembered to charge her phone. Jay wasn’t that different
from those stereotypical girls when it came to practical smarts. So she was
hopeless when it came to directions. “Look Jay!” Lilly cried suddenly, “there’s
a taxi! We can ask the driver where we are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Cool.” She replied and started
waving her arms madly at the cab, which obediently pulled over for her and
rolled down its window. “I’ve got a passenger right now, but you look lost, what’s
up?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sorry to trouble you but we
are.” Jay panted, “Do you know where The Strange Wolf Café is? I thought I knew
where it was, but now I’m not so sure.” The cabbie smiled and pointed them in
the right direction. As he wound his window back up Lilly noticed the guy the
cabbie was driving; he wasn’t very interesting looking, but he was staring at
her. She frowned and stared back at his wooden brown eyes and as the cab moved
off he turned his head slightly. He was still looking at her. Without meaning to
she shivered, and when Jay tapped her on the shoulder she jumped. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Whoa girl! You totally spaced
out on me there! What happened? Did you see a cute guy in the back of the taxi?
Why didn’t you say anything? You know we could have taken him with us. You haven’t
had a boyfriend in ages!” Jay’s words came out at the speed of light and Lilly
had to shake her head a few times before her brain would process what she was
saying. “What? No, of course not. No. It’s just the guy in the back was staring
at me. Total creep, but that’s all.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Right. Well if you’re back
with us now I for one would like to get going. OK?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah sure. Sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No
problem Lil. Just don’t go walking into any doors and embarrassing me.” The
girls laughed and walked off in the direction the cabbie had indicated. The
strange man in the back of the taxi faded from Lilly’s mind.</span></span></div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-87052912938429721362012-08-16T12:35:00.000+10:002012-08-16T12:35:57.011+10:00Very Happy!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just a quick post to say I am going to see Derek this afternoon!<br />
And words cannot express my happiness. So there. Watch out D-man! Here comes Izz.</div>
Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-29110044776790016252012-08-05T12:28:00.001+10:002012-08-05T12:28:48.073+10:00Where art thou?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok so I'm painfully aware that I haven't been on the blog in ages. I'm sure I'm not <em>badly</em> missed but I thought I better let you all know what's been up.<br />
Firstly I don't get much time on the computer and I used to spend a lot of that time here. I needed to cut down a bit.<br />
Secondly I have been ambushed by the second half of year nine. My school has a program at this point that requires a shite-load of work and I have been inundated.<br />
Thirdly I'm going to have to move house soon and it's been kind of stressful.<br />
<em>Fourthly </em>I'm sorry. I'm going to take some time to sort through all the stuff I've missed on my dashboard. I might even get time on the weekend to chat.<br />
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The point is for the rest of this year I'm going to be pretty distant. Doesn't mean I'm not here (I might silently observe the craziness sometimes) but it does mean that I'm not on as much as I used to be.<br />
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I'll be back!<br />
-IzzFizz<br />
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PS I'm also not happy because I can't go see Derek when he's in Melbourne. It's been booked out and I'm second on the waiting list for a cancellation. *shakes head* it was my own fault for booking too late. Anyway that's all. Have a picture. It'll make you laugh.<br />
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</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-61647275397976666812012-06-11T17:06:00.000+10:002012-06-11T17:06:31.333+10:00A Short Story From a Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of my friends wrote a story. She's not a total English freak like us so it's really quite a big thing.<br />
I asked if I could show it to you guys and she said yes. So here:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’re staring at a piece of paper in front of you that your
teacher just gave you, you sigh as you read what it says “</span><span style="font-family: "Bell Gothic Std Black","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">what do you do when you get home</span><span style="font-family: "Bell Gothic Std Black","sans-serif";">?”
</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">you
look at it for a while than you put your hand up, “yes Indi?” asks the teacher,
“do you have to say the truth?” you ask “of course you do” says Miss Lynx, you
look back down at the piece of paper and you read it again then you begin to
write.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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sit in my corner and wait till my dad gets home, as I hear him walk in I grab
my knees and curl up in a ball and listen to him go off at mum, as I’m
listening he gets closer and closer till he’s banging on the door yelling “OPEN
THE BLOODY DOOR NOW!” I freeze as I got up; I was staring at the door till I
got closer. I unlocked it and ran to my corner, he walks over to me yelling at
me blaming me for everything, next thing I know I’m being picked up and thrown
across the room, I hit the wall so hard it had a hole in it, I hit the ground
with a thud he walks over and starts to kick me in the rib cage. After a while
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lock it, then I walk over to my corner and sit down. I sit there for hours
playing with my knife till I hear mum and dad fighting again. I put my knife to
my wrist and cut every time I heard my name (which was a lot), now there’s blood
all up my arm and it’s time to go to bed. And that’s what I do when I get
home.” </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I put my pen down and look at it and I think to myself “I’m 14
years old and I get thrown at walls most the time.” I get up and hand in my
work I walk up to Miss Lynx as I’m handing it in I say “next time I’m just
going to bleed to death.” I walk off leaving Miss Lynx to read my paper.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tonight the same thing happens. After he leaves I go to my corner
and cut my wrist deeper this time, as the blood leaks from my wrist my room
starts to go black and as it gets darker and darker I hear police sirens
outside my house, I whisper to myself, “sorry Miss Lynx but it’s too late I’m
gone. Good-bye.” The police come up to my room where they find my body in my corner
curled up in a ball. Miss Lynx walks in and stands there looking at me. She
says to one of the police men, “she looks so peaceful.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Let me know what you think!</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-52405961815292510032012-05-25T10:26:00.001+10:002012-05-25T10:26:33.121+10:00Release Date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The 74th Hunger Games is coming to DVD on....*cue video*<br />
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Hands up who's super excited!<br />
*puts own hands in the air and waves them around wildly*</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-64194037886823958462012-05-17T15:03:00.000+10:002012-05-17T15:03:13.854+10:00Promises<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hurray for promises!<br />
Sorry about how random that is. The lyrics to the song on my iPod right now include those words.<br />
I'm in school. Cross Country run is today and I'm not doing it, so I'm sitting in a classroom being bored.<br />
I have happily finished the last NAPLAN test I will ever do this morning. So the result is my inevitable happy dance and frustration that school goes back to normal now.<br />
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AND NOW! A random picture from my school files:<br />
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And another one because I have nothing better to do!<br />
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</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-81952253405299722242012-04-03T11:45:00.000+10:002012-04-03T11:45:52.746+10:00All right<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After much thought I have decided that I shall not continue to write my story with Lyra, Nix and myself in it. I do not know if I shall take it up again in the future but for now I can see no point to it and if I do pick it up again I may well rewrite most of it.<br />
For now I'm going to focus on developing my character, Lorelei Fetch. Probably beginning with a short piece on my history and my character profile. I hope you understand.</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-45774133692288523342012-03-26T16:35:00.000+11:002012-03-26T16:35:23.331+11:00Ummmmm... It's a claymation.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I did this for English. It's a claymation that I called Super Good-Guy Saves The Day.<br />
I hope you like it!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also those bits where he falls over were left in for sentimental reasons (we couldn't get the stupid thing to stay upright)!</div></div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-57260749358983322362012-03-23T20:19:00.000+11:002012-03-23T20:19:16.186+11:00My Fandom ID<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I answered 50 questions for this!<br />
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I. Saw. The Hunger Games.<br />
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I'm so happy (a point which I have made to Eve and Mist twice since I got home). I have been waiting so long for this day. I'm still waiting to wake up.<br />
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HAPPY HUNGER GAMES! AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-13809533401830586882012-03-11T13:20:00.000+11:002012-03-11T13:20:35.149+11:00Guitar Picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This one is my dad's (I can't play) and I took it with some help from my iPod.Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-71787409929721612312012-03-04T21:09:00.000+11:002012-03-04T21:09:41.067+11:00Story time is postponedI know I told Nix it would be posted today. But I may have forgotten my dad's birthday in that equation.<br />
So I'm sorry, but the longer I spend thinking about something; the better it gets.<br />
In the meantime here's a really nice picture I found on Deviantart:<br />
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IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE REICHENBACH FALL DO NOT KEEP READING!!!<br />
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My grandparents were on holiday and part of the road to go back has been washed away. So they're staying a little while longer I would think.<br />
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The best part of all this is of course is that I got to go home early from school. I just felt the need to boast to you guys about that.<br />
Nix will be happy to know I am currently writing him into the next part of my story. So it should be up soon.<br />
Auf wiedersehen, Lorelei A.K.A IzzIzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-55250937069020902332012-02-26T21:31:00.000+11:002012-04-03T11:49:06.040+10:00Story Time! (why didn't I call the first one that?)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red;">Refer to first part of story for the fact I have stopped writing this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">After a moment of shocked silence; Lyra pulled the rocket launcher out of her bag and pointed it at a small group of the vampires. “Who is your creator? We want to speak with him.” Lorelei levelled a glare at the vampires, “that bazooka will blow half of you into little fleshy scraps if you’re not careful. We want to speak with your creator. Now!” One of the group of vampires scurried back behind the rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“No actually, I haven’t had the pleasure.” Scoriza extended her hand, “Lady Scoriza Venaskie, it’s a pleasure.” Lorelei looked at the hand suspiciously; then back at Lady Venaskie, she sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Lorelei’s skills were unique, she liked to call it ghosting, the way she could fade into insubstantiality and float. Sometimes she even did it in her sleep. Now <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>was funny, once she had woken up on the roof of a skyscraper. Of course Lorelei didn’t find it as funny as Lyra did; she said it was a serious issue. If she came back to full density while half in a wall she didn’t think Lyra would laugh so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Shush Fetch!” Lorelei sighed and rolled her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Hey, Nix? Yeah it’s Lyra Blue, remember the zombies?” She paused, then laughed. Lorelei frowned. “I know yeah. Say! Feel like doing some killing?” Another pause, “vampires.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, “OK sweet yeah Coober Pedy. See you there.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lorelei looked at her friend sternly, “was that Nixion Strange? Because didn’t he kill a bunch of people? You know, innocent people?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Yeah, but he’s good at killing things. And I think he’s over that whole serial killer thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-69087410314029869172012-02-24T16:56:00.000+11:002012-04-03T11:48:09.136+10:00My First Fanfic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Achtung! I have ceased to write this story. Sorry.</span><br />
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No, that isn't a childrens book I'm reading. I have actually started to write a story from the whole Skulduggery Pleasant theme. It's mostly to develop my persona, Lorelei Fetch, but I have included Lyra Blue and promised to include Nixion Strange.<br />
So yeah, this is it so far. I hope I can write some more over the weekend, but TEOTW might take up too much of my time....we'll see.<br />
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btw I'm thinking I'll call it L&L for now (Lyra and Lorelei) but once again, we'll see.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">It was hot. Sticky, stinking, burning heat that made the air shimmer over the sun baked rocks of the desert. Lorelei shielded her eyes from the sun as she stared out over the god-cursed landscape. She hated it when it was hot. The Bespoke clothes she wore kept her body cool; but she could still feel the heat nagging at her mind. She couldn’t think when it was hot. It made her want to curl up in a freezer and eat chocolate cake. It was because of the heat that she had left Australia in the first place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Yet here she was again. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh well </i>she thought, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">at least I don’t live here anymore</i>. She turned her attention back to finding the vampires. She knew they were living somewhere nearby, probably in one of the caves that a lot of Coober Pedy residents preferred. She just had to work out which one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Lyra Blue was waiting for her at the general store. Lorelei would be glad for the help, and Lyra was one of her oldest friends. They had met while doing some combat training together and became fast friends. If they weren’t busy they still sparred occasionally; but that wasn’t often.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Before she stepped out onto the street she checked her weapons. The last thing she needed was to be caught unprepared. But it was apparently too hot for anyone but Lyra and herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Hiya Fetch! How ya been, got a couple of little pests I hear?” Lyra and Lorelei always called each other by their last names. It was a habit they had picked up from action movies. “I’m as good as I can be, considering I’ve gotta get rid of two vampires in one day. What about you Blue?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“All in a day’s work Fetch, you know that. But god it’s hot! Can we take this inside for now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Just try and stop me! I wish these sorts of things wouldn’t happen to me, I thought I was done with this place you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Yeah, yeah you give me that every time. Come on.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">They got two ice creams and sat down below the air conditioner. Lyra licked her double scoop of chocolate and gestured for Lorelei to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Right, so the idea is, because I’m so carefree and jobless the Aussie Sanctuary thinks it can pick on me. I keep telling them I won’t do any Aussie jobs and they keep upping the price. Apparently though they are low on resources, they are not low on cash. Also they claim I’m still legally an Australian citizen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Anyway, Grand Mage whatshisname is gonna give me two grand to get rid of these vamps that are causing trouble and I heard you had something new developed.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">Lyra grinned. She had indeed been busy at the bomb range lately and with some devastating results. “You just wait til ya see this Fetch. You won’t even know those vampires were there once we’re done with them.” Lorelei grinned back over her cookies and cream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Then what are we waiting for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">The vampires were behind a hot pink door with a unicorn painted on it. They knew this because it was the only door that was locked with magic. No one had answered the front door, so they had picked the lock. Now they had come to the unicorn door and it simply would not be picked. Magic wasn’t working either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“I always knew unicorns were evil,” Lorelei sighed, “looks like we’re going to have abandon stealth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Not to worry Fetch. I was never one for sneaking up on vampires anyway.” Lyra pulled some C4 out of her bag as she spoke and pressed a small ball onto the door. “Bit more than that wouldn’t you say? I mean the door <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> hot pink,” Lorelei said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“Probably,” Lyra put another couple of chunks along the door, pressed a relatively short fuse into one and lit it with her Zippo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">The explosion was loud, but barely noticeable from outside the cave. You could walk past and not know anything had happened; if you ignored the faintly smoking front door that was. “Good job Blue,” Lorelei grinned and gestured to the door, “shall we?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cataneo BT";">“We shall,” replied Lyra and the two girls walked through the blackened entryway and came face to face with at least two dozen vampires.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-89107736509965526032012-02-22T18:25:00.000+11:002012-02-22T18:25:08.560+11:00MapcrunchI have just discovered the most awesome thing on the internet!!<br />
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Mapcrunch, is a site where you can get placed in a random spot anywhere in the world. It uses Google Maps Streetview and has turned in to a fabulous game. All you have to do is find the airport!!<br />
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The idea is thet you have woken up in this mystery location and need to find the airport to get home. All you have to do is go to the site and select all countries, hide location, urban only and press n on your keyboard. Then find the airport!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mapcrunch.com/" target="_blank">http://www.mapcrunch.com/</a><br />
Good luck!!!Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-40327393009670580402012-02-16T19:34:00.000+11:002012-02-16T19:34:13.232+11:00Names.As you well know, I have no taken name. So (regardless of the strange looks) I have been reading my dictionary.<br />
I believe I have come up with an quite idoneous name. Loreley Fetch.<br />
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Loreley (or Lorelei) is a rock by the river Rhine in Germany. And a Fetch is a doppelganger of Irish folklore whose sight would was a harbinger of your death (a bit like a banshee). Apparently though, if it appears in the morning it's a sign of long life.<br />
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So yeah, let me know your thoughts. Is it alright? Should I use Loreley of Lorelei? <br />
Danke!Izzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11577183021158926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1514834132216145731.post-76081867075579179082012-02-14T20:29:00.000+11:002012-02-14T20:29:13.922+11:00Bunny Suicides!The Book of Bunny Suicides is probably my favourite book of all time. Here are some little fluffy rabbits who just don't want to live anymore:<br />
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