opinions.

opinion |əˈpinyən|nouna view or judgment formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge.
Everyone has different opinions on things. It could be anything. The only thing thatfrustrates me is when people get overly defensive about their opinion, challenging yours if it is different and stating that everyone else's is wrong.
Upon recently watching Shutter Island, my parents had conflicting opinions, and I agreed with my mum, not to the displeasure of my dad because he said your opinion is what you think. I was glad to not be faced with a scenario similar to this:A: Yeah I don't think he was crazy.D: He clearly was.A: How do you know? I mean, the dialogue and stuff make me think he wasn't. D: Look, he was crazy okay? You're wrong because of this this this and this.A: Well fair enough, that's what you think. We can't exactly prove which is right or wrong.D: What the hell are you talking about, you're wrong he was definitely crazy!A: *starts yelling* LOOK I KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK BUT UNLESS YOU GOTALK TO THE FUCKING DIRECTOR YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. So we canonly wonder.D: Just shut up now. You're inferior intellect annoys me.
Well wouldn't that be excellent. For those who've seen Shutter Island, we understand that the ending is quite open-ended. It's one of those movies that makes you really think. I even went on to websites and researched what the ending meant, but I got no solid answers.
Everyone has their own morals, understandings of perceptions of our surroundings. We formulate opinions to come to conclusions about certain things. But once someone challenges us and says our opinion is wrong, especially when there is clearly no answer, we are left lost and feeling stupid.  Well I do anyway. 
These kind of people annoy me. Very much. I want them all to be mauled by lions. Maybe that's a bit far. But it shows how much they annoy me.As many things annoy me. Oh yes. They are in my Top 5. 
And what is up with this stupid indenting crap going on in my post.Note to self: No more copy and pasting from the Mac dictionary.

music washes from the soul the dust of everyday life.

April Fool's Day! My prank is posting a freakishly long but easy to read post about some 30-day challenge song thing that I compressed into one day because I really don't have that kind of patience.


Read ahead, if you wish.

super long drives.

After last night I've noticed that one of my talents is managing to stay awake for long drives.
6 hour ones. Both the drive there and back.
I was out of my hometown all day yesterday because we needed to visit someone in hospital out in the country.
We left at 9am in the morning, and got home at 3am the next morning.

Stylish, no?

The latter drive was probably the best.
My dad's car is super powerful, but fucking tiny.
During this car drive, I realised that I would move to the country simply to lay out at night and stare at the stars.
Dad stopped the car for a rest, got out and told us all to look up.
"Look, that's the Milky Way Galaxy!"
"There's the Southern Cross!"
"And there's the pot!" (we have a star pot in our night sky. How awesome)
Of course, that conversation lasted between only my father and me.
As we drove on, I realised that I continued to stare at the sky for a solid half an hour.

At some point around 12am, my laptop battery died in the middle of a rather thrilling session of How To Train Your Dragon. I was almost brought to tears.
I managed to maneouvre my sister and myself into a position that made it comfortable for both of us to sleep.
Or so I thought.

Yum yum.

She had a pillow and her head in my lap and I was sitting up straight.
I began to doze off, but woke up again when I realised I was trying to catch flies.
Meaning, sleeping with your mouth wide open.

After Mum and Dad switched driving places, I bought a double-strength iced coffee which kept me hyped for the rest of the drive.
Mum and I played a game using the iPod by shuffling and guessing which artist each song was by.
Mind you, her music taste consists of The Cranberries, Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, stuff from that era.
I got them all. It's clear who inherited the better music taste in the family.

And I'm not too sure how to end this post. So I will just end it.
THE END.

dogs are strange creatures.

1. They have a sixth sense.

2. They lick your clothes and your feet.
I also enjoy the taste of cotton and denim. And toe jam. Yummm.

3. They'll eat just about anything.
We came home to an upturned bag of rubbish all over the kitchen.
Coco had torn some cardboard boxes to shreds, and even tried to eat her own hair.
And they eat grass. That's just weird.

4. Sometimes bigger dogs are scared of smaller dogs.
Coco rips on Franklin who's twice her size, by pinning him to the ground by the throat and going for the face.
Excellent fight tactics.

5. They have their own personalities.
Coco thinks she owns the house. A whole half of my bed belongs to her.
Franklin couldn't walk any further once a big, scary yellow leaf crossed his path.
Apparently his mad barking didn't deter it.

6. They smell each others' butts.
Not too sure what the appeal is.

7. They get uglier as they get older.
Franklin was the cutest chubbiest puppy ever.
But now he's decided to grow a moustache and a mohawk.
He's still only 8 months old.

8. They like you depending on the perfume you wear.
Coco and Franklin don't like it if wear my mum's perfume.
It not only makes me smell old, but they bark at me. Angrily.

Btw, Coco and Franklin are my fluffy companions.
As if you hadn't already figured that out.

language techniques.

Once you hit the senior years, English starts to get really sucky.
You can't get away with having simplistic answers to questions.
For example,

How do we know the character of the novel has accepted the change? 

Use language techniques.

If I could, I would say, "Because he said so."

That exam would probably come back coated in red pen saying,

"Stupid girl, this answer is inadequate. You should go to standard."

Since I'm in advanced.

I was feeling quite nonchalant today.

Our first half-yearly exam.

For one part we had to analyse a cartoon and how it conveyed feelings of belonging.

This was my answer:

"4 out of the 5 characters are covered in squiggly lines. This indicates confusion and anger influenced by human problems outlined by the caption. 

The fifth character is smiling, and walking away from his pile of squiggles because he decided to be smart and move on."

Hell yeah.

i never wear sunglasses.

No pair of sunglasses (or my prescriptions for that matter) sit on my nose right.
It's like they're leaning slightly to the left.
I think damnit, I just bought another broken pair of sunglasses.
No more thrift shopping sprees for me.

But then I remember.
I have a crooked nose.
When I was younger, I was swimming in my pool,
And as I started to surface, my friend dived on.
Right on top of me.
So our heads collided. God it hurt.

Two problems arise from this.
1. I already have prescriptions, but at least not wearing them takes away headaches.
But because I'm short-sighted,
2. No sunglasses means I have to squint. A lot. And that makes my already partial blindness even worse.
Luckily, it's not noticeable. Unless someone comes up real close to my face.

Just imagine, I'm about to kiss a really cute guy.
He gets an inch away, and goes "Your nose is crooked."
Thanks buddy. I'm so not into this anymore.