http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:NightsHorror&section=today deviantART RSS for by:NightsHorror en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 16 Dec 2009 18:18:41 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/20608664/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/20608664/ Sun, 21 Sep 2008 19:28:08 PDT

2. You believe that stubbies can be either drunk or worn.


3. You think it's normal to have a leader called Kevin.


4. You waddle when you walk due to the 53 expired petrol discount vouchers stuffed in your wallet or purse.


5. You've made a bong out of your garden hose rather than use it for something illegal such as watering the garden.


6. You believe it is appropriate to put a rubber in your son's pencil case when he first attends school.


7. When you hear that an American "roots for his team" you wonder how often and with whom.


8. You understand that the phrase "a group of women wearing black thongs" refers to footwear and may be less alluring than it sounds.


9. You pronounce Melbourne as "Mel-bin".


10. You pronounce Penrith as "Pen-riff".


11. You believe the "l" in the word " Australia " is optional.


12. You can translate: "Dazza and Shazza played Acca Dacca on the way to Maccas."


13. You believe it makes perfect sense for a nation to decorate its highways with large fibreglass bananas, prawns and sheep.


14. You call your best friend "a total bastard" but someone you really, truly despise is just "a bit of a bastard".


15. You think "Woolloomooloo" is a perfectly reasonable name for a place.


16. You're secretly proud of our killer wildlife.


17. You believe it makes sense for a country to have a $1 coin that's twice as big as its $2 coin.


18. You understand that "Wagga Wagga" can be abbreviated to "Wagga" but "Woy Woy" can't be called "Woy".


19. You believe that cooked-down axlegrease makes a good breakfast spread.


20. You believe all famous Kiwis are actually Australian, until they stuff up, at which point they again become Kiwis.


21. Hamburger. Beetroot. Of course.


22. You know that certain words must, by law, be shouted out during any rendition of the Angels' song Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again.


23. You believe, as an article of faith, that the confectionary known as the Wagon Wheel has become smaller with every passing year.


24. You still don't get why the "Labor" in "Australian Labor Party" is not spelt with a "u".


25. You wear ugh boots outside the house.


26. You believe, as an article of faith, that every important discovery in the world was made by an Australian but then sold off to the Yanks for a pittance.


27. You believe that the more you shorten someone's name the more you like them.


28. Whatever your linguistic skills, you find yourself able to order takeaway fluently in every Asian language.


29. You understand that "excuse me" can sound rude, while "scuse me" is always polite.


30. You know what it's like to swallow a fly, on occasion via your nose.


31. You understand that "you" has a plural and that it's "youse".


32. You know it's not summer until the steering wheel is too hot to handle.


33. Your biggest family argument over the summer concerned the rules for beach cricket.


34. You shake your head in horror when companies try to market what they call "Anzac cookies".


35. You still think of Kylie as "that girl off Neighbours".


36. When returning home from overseas, you expect to be brutally strip-searched by Customs - just in case you're trying to sneak in fruit.


37. You believe the phrase "smart casual" refers to a pair of black tracky-daks, suitably laundered.


38. You understand that all train timetables are works of fiction.


39. When working on a bar, you understand male customers will feel the need to offer an excuse whenever they order low-alcohol beer.


40. You get choked up with emotion by the first verse of the national anthem and then have trouble remembering the second.


41. You find yourself ignorant of nearly all the facts deemed essential in the government's new test for migrants.


42. You know, whatever the tourist books say, that no one says "cobber".


43. And you will immediately forward this list to other Australians, here and overseas, realising that only they will understand.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/19384885/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/19384885/ Mon, 14 Jul 2008 06:17:06 PDT
Well, in light of my camera, I still love it! In fact, I love it more - it helps when you learn how to manipulate it. It's a relationship, you know

Another relationship I seem to have growing is me and birds - sure they're very cool and dandy, but I never thought I would be taking too many photos of them. Sure beats the typical Airlie Beach and the Whitsundays stuff you see around though. I dunno how half them pictures you see around get on postcards.. I sure could take a more flattering picture of a kola then half of the ones I see.

Anyway, it'll happen one day, if that little voice in the back of my head that says: "that camera's going to pay for itself in the next year" has any sway.

Okay, ya'll can get back to your lives now

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/18832088/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/18832088/ Sat, 14 Jun 2008 04:06:32 PDT But I'm so damn close to it it scares me!

I got my Nikon D60 on Thursday, one week earlier then I was going to, but the waiting was killing me so much I used some of the money put away for my car to pay the rest off. No worries though, I'll have it all back by next Thursday - it was totally worth breaking my good saving habits!

So anyway, I was looking forward to rushing it home and taking pictures that I forgot the very basic and well known fact that: batteries are never charged when you buy anything! You're lucky if it even comes with batteries! But, in such cases as cameras and mobile phones, you do get the batteries. They're just dead.

So, to my disappointment, I had to charge it for 90 minutes. Don't get me started about the charging times. Little did I know, my brother had been plotting with mum about going to some school Shakespeare play, and I was to be the driver. I didn't get home till 9:40pm. And then there's work on Friday, and so on.

Now that you know that, I can officially say that today was the first day I got to go out and take pictures of everything! And I did just that. After finishing with the house and balconies I'd decided to go for a little walk, considering the views from our neighbourhood and such.

A couple of hours before the ocean had been sparkling in the sunlight, and it promised very many excellent photos. Although, by the time I had gorged myself on some much needed chocolate, the tide had gone out, which was a bit of a let down.

I stopped to take the pictures anyway, and this little dog starts barking at me. I tried to make friends, but all he wanted me to do was go away. So I took a few pictures till I couldn't stand the barking any more, and carried on down the road a bit more.

Needless to say, I didn't go unnoticed, standing on someone's lawn taking pictures of the ocean with a shiny new camera. A lady, the owner of the house I presume, invited me to take pictures off the balcony of the house out of the front of which I was standing. She said that I'd be able to get better pictures from up there, out of the road of the many roof tops obstructing my view.

Then she bashed me over the head with a frying pan. Actually, she was rather nice, short, but nice.

Anyway, that was the most exercise I've done in the past four months, and I hope it takes the all the chocolate I've been eating off my thighs. The Nikon D60 is supposed to be a light DSLR right?? I don't want to carry around a heavy one!

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/15702468/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/15702468/ Wed, 28 Nov 2007 03:17:03 PST
I can honestly say I am shocked- I mean c'mon, 4 more months people! I'm basically grown up!

But then, I guess I would wanna keep my innocent naivety until I'm 18..... I guess I should break the news to the bf; 'Sorry hun, no more- uh, I mean, no sex till I'm 18: it would be unfair on the mature content filter'.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/14612339/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/14612339/ Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:44:38 PDT
Now I have to go get good at digital art overnight

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/14612321/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/14612321/ Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:40:15 PDT
Unfortunately all my newest work has been for assignments at school, one's going for an expedition in Mackay, because that's where all the yr 12s majors go to.. at least it's decent.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/13372162/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/13372162/ Sat, 16 Jun 2007 18:21:19 PDT
Ok, so I don't have a scanner. Just to inform, I've been doing lots of work in pen lately [mostly dragons ] and my style has changed, though it's still noticeable once you get used to it.. kinda dinosaur-y and such. No more scales.... for now [I only just got into the scales and it lasted- how long? A couple months maybe].

I didn't really want to do any more work until I got a scanner and could upload my work in order I did them kinda thing, but I ended up deciding against it [I might give the impression that I had died].

I have loads of pictures of our new cat, Sunnie [who's not really new any more]. But nooo, mums comp won't read the disks from my camera either.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/12614178/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/12614178/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 04:10:46 PDT
I've been so caught up that I'm not at all aware at times, let alone excited, that it's my 17th birthday on Friday. It doesn't really mean anything to me any more, at the moment I only remember the date as significant because that's the date dad has to move out of the house by. In all the swirling of emotion within me it isn't surprising that I'm feeling extremely insecure and emotional, and that I may be confusing the one I love and causing him to stress over me, adding to stress over his own troubles and disappointments. I know I don't mean to, but it happens and it only makes me feel worse. Fortunately, he knows I love him, and I always will. ღ

All previous aside, only because I must, my mum has just bought a Rag Doll kitten from Brisbane. As I have not yet said anything of our kitten, Mardi, disappearing it seems somewhat random and confusing. We're getting her tomorrow, and so far I have no name ideas [as the whole family chips in for such things], so if anyone has any ideas I'd love to hear them.

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So, even as I have done both fire and wind and only have earth to go [which I will draw up some time today, when I get around to it], I can't upload then due to the lack of a scanner at mums [and she's the more wealthy of my parents xD].

I also feel better writing this as it replaces my very long rant about how our school is a waste of good land.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11619133/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11619133/ Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:02:52 PST
First thing's first; I get to school. Coincidentally enough as soon as I wind my through the many puddles of water that plague the school oval and into the school I run into someone I know. And, much to my own happiness, it's Crystal! So, after running around a bit and then sitting a bit a bell goes to indicate the start of a full school parade [as is always on the first day].

If one was to describe the exact emotion and visual aspect of a full school parade on the first day of school, one would only need to have witnessed cattle being herded into one spot; we file into the huge [new, as the teachers constantly remind us] hall and then stand around for a bit in utter confusion of what form of organization is going to take place on this particular day, before finally deciding we don't give a crud and sitting anywhere.

After I find a sitting spot, and get all comfy and such, the principle stands in front of the parade and hushes us all. Then gives us a speech about how we took too long to get into the hall and that next time it'll be organized in such and such and ect ect.

After that she hands the mike over to some other important principle guy. And he stands there, and as can be expected, starts raving on about how the grade 12's have got to try hard and so on; and all of a sudden he's talking about how the school is so great.

I'm just like; 'hang on.. what?!'. So I'm to understand that yr 12's have to try hard and get high op's to make the school look good? It's not so that we benefit in life, or become contributing members of society- noo, it's about how it gives the school such a great name: 'Look at us! All our grade 12's get op 1's- what does that say about our school? And what does that say about you're school?'. This was the first time I chose to really listen to parade and, after that, I think I'll continue my tuning out during the speeches.

So, I get my schedule and nothing has really changed much; still the same old fashioned english teacher, same clueless practical art teacher, same bastard teaching modern history, same out of control maths class. And, after skimming through it, I find out that I've got my least favourite teacher up first [I mentioned him above]; my modern history teacher. Thank god parade cut it down to a 40 minute lesson.

The rest of the school day was spent doing the little maths work I was assigned, getting behaviour expectation lectures and of course finishing of Azzosez [as well as some contemplating what element dragon I'm going to draw next.

After that I journeyed, once again, across the oval; this time dodging the slightly larger puddles that have slowly formed, and still managing to get wet socks. Waiting for me across the road, of course, is my boyfriend, David; looking dry and quite content [and rather happy to see me]. Even Aza and Tex are waiting for me; Aza's head popping up over the fence expectantly waiting for her hello pat, and Tex's nose just very barely making it to the top of the fence, let alone over it.

After a hyper 'omghelloihadthefunniestdayletmetellyou' from another friend I trudge inside, feeling like an ogre dressed in my school uniform, and quickly scan the picture into the computer. After realising that I wasn't going to have enough time to upload it [and not realising my usb port was in my pencil case] I quickly upload it to photobucket, and before I know it I'm outside, soaking wet from the pelting rain and getting revenge on David, and my friend for spraying me with water.

After a long tiring day of many events I have learnt but two things; cargo pants are an absolute pain to walk home wet in, and to never listen to a teacher standing in front of parade.

Note: I applaud the few [I'm sure it wasn't many] that actually read all that.

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11344956/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11344956/ Sun, 07 Jan 2007 02:34:55 PST
Until then it's more maniping. I figure I can at least do one more until I go to dads, if not two, depending on when I wake up tomorrow afternoon...

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11283049/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11283049/ Tue, 02 Jan 2007 02:35:53 PST I'm already wondering what marvelous things I can do with this program. What spectactular photomanips I can pull out of my ears!! I'll finally be able to get some good practise in.

I'm not gonna leave this chair for a good loooong while ^^

Accept to get ice cream when mum goes to bed later.... later though. Damnit, and I'm expecting a phone call tonight too, and I still haven't had my shower... and then there's bed at 12... *grumble*

I should probably start practicing now then

]]> ~NightsHorror http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11194684/ http://NightsHorror.deviantart.com/journal/11194684/ Mon, 25 Dec 2006 21:59:09 PST Moving on.

So many different things are stirring around inside me, most of it is wishing I had David to hug and make me feel better, and the need to know what else is bothering me, but the rest of it is my stomach lurching from all the chocolate and coke I've been gourged with over Christmas [not that I'm complaining].

I took a whole bunch more photographs last night, and yesterday in general, with my camera [yes, I'll be doing a whole heap of photography for a while untill that phase of artistry has left me, to be replaced with my slowly arising urge to draw dragons and anime again]. I would upload them straight away, if only mums computer would read the little 8x8 disks the camera records onto. Which means I'll have to wait untill I can get to dads place, to use his computer.

I was randomly sorting through my junk last night and I found some of my old artwork from years and years ago; including the original sketch of a character of mine, 'zombie'. As well as a few other characters and some hearts I used to draw. I already plan to scan them and upload them, as an insight into my old style.

*sigh* Time to go clean the house, or at least pretend I am.

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