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Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
24 December 2015 @ 05:07 pm


From this point on, this journal is friends only. If you'd like to be added, just leave a comment here letting me know. I don't have any particular requirements for friends, except perhaps that you speak English, for obvious reasons, and find me tolerable.

Some warnings for your consideration;
I am prone to obsessing over fandoms, characters, actors, historical figures... just about anything really. Although I'm not very big pairings. I can and will post about these.
Don't expect to always understand what I'm going on about. I sometimes adopt vague and slightly odd writing habits which don't make a lot of sense.

If you're curious there's more information in my profile.
For reference purposes; I'm an INTP personality type on the Myer-Briggs test and a type 5 on the Enneagram test. If you understand those terms I'm sure you can form a pretty accurate picture of my personality.
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I had to say that within the next five minutes, because after that it won't be Christmas anymore. Also, I've reached that stage of exhaustion that feels like intoxication BUT I SWEAR I DIDN'T DRINK ANYTHING. I AM HIGH ON CHRISTMAS SPIRIT, IS ALL. Yes. Good grief, I need sleep.

GOD REST YE MERRY HIPPOGRIFFS LA LA LA LA LAAAAAA
ETC., ETC.

My apologies that this is such an obnoxious post. Will be back to normal tomorrow, hopefully.
Night!
 
 
Mood: giddygiddy
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
10 December 2007 @ 12:01 am
Back now. Tired. Incoherent.

Rant coming tomorrow. Big. Prepare yourself.

G'night.
 
 
Mood: exhaustedexhausted
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
07 December 2007 @ 02:13 am
FYI.  
Just to let you all know, I'm going on a tiny and impromptu hiatus. Visiting far and away family members. Be back Monday. The internet separation will kill me. LJ is like crack and the withdrawal symptoms are going to be unpleasant.

To keep yourselves entertained I suggest repeated viewings of the old qantas add. Just because the song has been in my head for DAYS and I need it to annoy other people now. Maybe I can pass it on as such, and when it's stuck circling in somebody else's mind it will leave mine.



Now I'm feeling all nostalgic and patriotic. Damn you Peter Allen.

Someday we'll all be together once more, when all of the ships come back to the shore.
 
 
Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
05 December 2007 @ 01:08 pm
I have been wanting to do this for a while.

Step 1. Put your playlist on random.
Step 2. Post a line from the first 20 songs that play.
Step 3. Have your friends guess the song and the artist.
Step 4. Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly


The songsCollapse )

I should be ashamed of that list. I really do have horrendous taste. Hey, I like it. But it must be noted that I have an unhealthy love of 80s music.

Speaking of which, SOMEONE IS GETTING A NEW IPOD FOR CHRISTMAS! I can't decide if I want black or silver. Thoughts? And this baby will need a name. Will have to start thinking on it now, it took forever to name Penny. The poor thing cannot go a month being called "the iPod", oh no.
 
 
Mood: blahblah
 
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
03 December 2007 @ 10:27 pm
Indisputable evidence;


Cheno is made of win.
I am obsessing, I know, BUT IT'S MY BLOG DAMNIT AND I'LL OBSESS IF I WANT TO.

OH OH I found some lamingtons. Y HALO THAR DESSERT.

This bouncy mood must cease and desist. I'm beginning to even annoy myself. Blame the caffeine.
 
 
Mood: bouncybouncy
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
03 December 2007 @ 04:02 am
It's that feeling again. Like when you miss a stair and for a second there's nothing but fear. Like somewhere between flashback and deja vu. It won't go away.
I'd like very much to be that girl, the one you want me to be. The one that waits up and writes long and poignant letters and smiles at bad jokes. But I can't, because that feeling is hanging around in all the wrong moments; when trains sway around corners, when an old letter falls off the bookshelf, when I remember the vague possibility I never took.

Another email today. I can't believe you are still trying to keep in contact. Aren't the differences obvious to you? I am all too aware of them. I am happy alone, honestly. You I have only seen happy when surrounded by people, or alone with me. Why? I'm not doing anything to provoke this. You, the one so fascinated with the big happenings in life; the rocket launches, plagues, music festivals. Whereas I am still caught up in the little details, newspaper print smudged on fingertips, children's laughter echoing up a stairway, the finding of shapes in clouds. All of which is beyond you.

You can't, you don't and I won't let you.

I didn't think it would come to this. I could really use a friend. We got along well enough, right? But I can't give you what you want. I wish I could, but I value my own happiness above yours, and it wouldn't make you happy for long anyway. I can't be that person. In the end, I won't change you and you certainly can't change me. Please leave it be.
 
 
Mood: indifferentindifferent
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
03 December 2007 @ 12:35 am
 

Stole this from Mello. It's so very ftw.

 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
01 December 2007 @ 11:20 pm
I wrote this yesterday, but my internet had some sort of fit. It was disconnected mostly, but every 10 minutes or so it would reconnect for about 30 seconds in which I'd frantically try to get things done.

Out again today. This is getting to be a strain on my bank balance. I adore you, really I do, but how much longer must this go on? I am trying my hardest to be a supportive friend, but it's difficult. I can't continually entertain you to keep your mind off him. I am dying to say it, it was always going to end up this way. It's condescending to mention, nobody wants to be told they made a horrible decision and wasted a year of their life, I can't help but think it though. Hey, you live and you learn. At any rate, you live. I hope you did learn. It's something you have to do yourself, the only proper way to learn. Lord knows you're teetering towards doing it again. It isn't my job to rescue you and I won't try, but that doesn't mean it won't break my heart to watch it happen. I cannot stand to see anyone hurt, least of all you. Note the underlying hypocrisy, I speak from up here on my soapbox as if I didn't do exactly the same thing not so long ago. In fact, you wouldn't be lying in saying what I did was worse. It was far more obvious that my situation would crash and burn but I did it anyway. I'm no better than you. I learned at least. I knew all along where I was headed, but I don't think you had a clue where you were. Although if I had to do it over again I wouldn't change anything. You would. I'm not sure what statement that makes about our differences, or who is the wiser for it. 

Thunderstorm again. I could have died of happiness. Staying under cover for the duration was awful though.
 
 
Izzie the wonderful wizard of Oz
30 November 2007 @ 01:50 am
I finally finished off Wicked. Wow. I'm still sort of digesting it. It's hardly a bit like the musical, but that was to be expected. Truthfully, I like both very much, but you really have to consider them as entirely separate entities. The novel provided a lot in the way of food for thought (expect more ramblings on it later, after some processing time), whereas the musical is pure mush. I have to confess, I love me some mush.
Here's a weird bit; my favourite character, in both (despite the fact that she's presented very differently in them), was Glinda. It puzzles me a bit, as she seems (seemed?) the type I would utterly loathe on principle. But there was more than one way to be smart. That's the thing. She is smart, in her way. That particular brand of social intelligence that I have never grasped. Not that I'm sure I care to, but all the same I'm a little in awe of those who possess it.

Melbourne trip is ON, even though we have no clue about the when-where-how of it. We are going to dress up, like the lunatics we are. You're never too old to play dressups. Perhaps you are, but I don't care. I am just trying to make up for lost years- there is no Halloween here and my childhood was sorely lacking in the annual donning of ridiculous costumes for chocolate-obtaining purposes. Thus I feel the need to prance about in silly garb now. M. has dibs on Elphie, but I prefer it that way, it will not be easy explaining that getup to the customs people at the airport. I mean, they get worked up enough over turbans these days, I can't imagine the dilemma that big black hat will cause, not to mention the green. I'm also trying to get her to answer that "are you traveling for business or pleasure" question with 'business'. She's going to be stuck in customs for hours. I, however, expect to be able to skip right through the metal detectors and such with nothing but cheery greetings from the security personnel. Who ever said nobody judges by appearance? Not that it's necessary to travel dressed like that, but we will anyway, for the lulz. Must remember to take pictures this time. Too many of our little stunts go without proper documentation. I still wish we had photos of the bubblebath fountain incident, but alas it will have to live only in our memories and the security report.

Christmas shopping tomorrow! Good fun. Every year I load up on caffeine then buzz around trying to buy everything in one go. Never works, but it's fun.
 
 
Mood: ditzyditzy