Latest on twitter:
Hi, I'm Lydia.
I'm your average seventeen-year-old geeky girl. I yell at inanimate objects. I dream in vivid technicolour. I may or may not have pretended to be Hermione Granger or Ringo Starr in my lifetime.
I’m shipping scatterplots now. That’s what fandom and maths revision have done to my brain. I don’t even know how that works.
That means I’m about 10 000 words behind (I’ve tried, I’ve tried, but goddamn it if I’m going to fail my exams because of my character angsting). I figure school ends after legal exam, so I’m safe.
Also, it is SO HARD not to go back and edit what I’ve written so far. SO SO HARD, because I self-edit a billion times. But I have to soldier on and be a happy little Vegemite. 50 000 is going to be cake, if I don’t get distracted.
HOLY SCHOOLIES WEEK. Write-ins are welcomed, but I imagine I’ll probably be watching way too much TV to be healthy (DOCTOR WHO AT MIDNIGHT, WATCHING MIDNIGHT /aren’t we clever clogs).
I am 99% sure that Read My Mind by the Killers is about Harry Potter.
Just hear me out before you break out the pitchforks. Look at the lyrics:
The good old days, the honest man
The restless heart, the Promised Land
A subtle kiss that no one sees
A broken wrist and a big trapeze
My insane explanation:
Pre-Voldemort rising times, Alberforth
Sirius Black, Hogwarts
could either be Hermione kissing Harry’s head in movie!GoF, or Harry/Ginny kiss in movie!HBP (though that really wasn’t subtle…)
Harry’s bones in his arm are removed, and well, you could say that all of the series was one big trapeze ride for Harry
Yeah, this is what I do instead of maths revision. Die, histograms, die!
SparkFun Electronic’s mechanical engineer Casey came across this oversize belt buckle. You’re probably asking yourself how you change tracks on this thing, right? Well thanks to an on-board accelerometer, you’ll just need to do a little pelvic thrust to jump to the next tune. And if you really get your groove on, a tri-color LED gets to blinking when you do your badass dance moves
(Link)
Pet Fish Soap
This may look just like the bag that you carry home from the pet store, but don’t be fooled…this plastic goldfish is not swimming in water, it’s embedded in clear, glycerin soap shaped like “water in a bag”. Tied with an orange ribbon. Tangerine-grapefruit scent.
(Link)
I just saw the pic and went “:O the poor fishies!” and then read the description. If that isn’t an incentive to wash your hands, I don’t know what is.
(via wrongsideofthebed)
LOL. BRILLIANT :)
I’m trying so hard not to laugh at comments on things, failing miserably. Woahhhh, aren’t I the rebel?
Then it’s two exams, and then the final week (basically graduation and parties - and FORMAL).
I am so not ready for this.
"I get the feeling we’re so misdirected
I get the feeling we have lost control
Till then I’ll turn you to the new religion
We’re dropping out into the so unknown"
Drop Out - The So Unknown, Jack’s Mannequin
"I heard he wrote you a song
But so what?
Some guy wrote sixty-nine and one just aint enough"
Popular Mechanics for Lovers, Beulah
My horse of choice in this year’s Melbourne Cup.
(via fuckyeahpixarmovies)
This short - or whatever it is - is seriously the cutest thing. Even my Dad aww’d at it.