HEADPHONES

I HATE YOU. SO MUCH.

You know when one side of the headphone works yet the other doesn't and it constantly changed with every little tilt of the head?

You know that warning for epilepsy people when it comes to flashing lights? Is there a kind of epilepsy for ears when it changes sides rapidly. I feel like it's doing more damage to my ears than blaring rock music.

>.<

Currently...

...Trying not to eat too many candies like yesterday...

Must...

Stay...

In...

Control...

Sir Kyle of Victoria University's blog: About Me or The Likes of Sir Kyle

Sir Kyle of Victoria University's blog: About Me or The Likes of Sir Kyle: What am I going to type, I'm not sure. I think I'll just post my thoughts. Right now, I'm thinking of Cheesecake... mmmm cheesec...

This here is one of my dear friends. Give him a look^^

Human Rights

Around two months ago I remember hearing on 101.9 a debate on whether or not you would donate to Human or Animal Right charities. Which do you think is more important?

Personally, I think Human Rights deserves more attention, but not necessarily because I think we are more important. Animal Rights is to help animals that are strays, animals that wander our streets and are feral. Let's think back to why this is. Why are there so many animals on the street? Why are there so many animals wandering into our homes?

Because WE HUMANS took away their homes to build our own. WE HUMANS are the ones that abandon pets on the street after we get sick of them. WE HUMANS abuse animals. WE HUMANS are the reason we are suffering.

Let's then look at Human Rights. Why do people need saving? Because WE HUMANS injured them. All the rape and murder and abuse charges? Human caused. All the bombings and vandalism and arson? Human caused. Hate crimes? Human caused. Corruption? Human caused.

As far as I know, everything is GOD DAMN HUMAN CAUSED.

Humans need more attention than Animal Rights, because it is truly us that needs work to improve.

I'm so cynical. Sorry that this is my view on the world.

Anyone else do this?

I notice I always clear my throat before I sing...

Dammit.

I just wanna laugh

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

HAHA!

Hah...

That was a good laugh.

More Hoarding Confessions

I collect rocks. Preferably smooth round ones. They are really pretty to look at in my opinion and they feel nice.

I also like collecting notebooks. Not to write in, but for the covers. I like looking at them and flicking through them. Makes me feel smart. Don't ask.

Freaking Following

Putting a post here of all the blogs I'm following because I keep forgetting.

Catriona Donaldson

Kyle Tomalin

Aaron

Margie's Library Blog

Dreams... Why do you do this to me?

I was dreaming that I was finishing some school work.

Then I woke up.

GAH!

My Condolences

One of my family members passed away yesterday. I wasn't particularly close to her, but she was always there for as long as I remember. It's going to be odd to turn around and now see her always sitting there.

She died of old age. A peaceful death. Rest in Peace.

You know that feeling when you are typing something?

And your fingers just fly over the keyboard.

I feel like I'm playing a musical instrument.

LIKE.

A.

BOSS.

Public Library Advice on making websites

Why? Just why?

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A good first place to start when making a website is to ask patrons of what they think on the current website first. Listen to their criticism, what they expected and what they want to be added or removed or altered about the current website to get a vague idea of what they want. After all you are making a website that customers can use; increasing publicity is a secondary goal. You can make a informative website but if patrons can't use it, there is no point.

After getting ideas of what to add in the website, you then need to learn how to make one. This can be suggested templates and/or tutorials.

Here are some good websites that give informative tips/templates on what a library website should have:

• OLIS website standards - OLIS talks about what a library website should have in each page (e.g. Home, About, Services. Etc). They also includes helpful tips at the bottom. OLIS is very simplistic, using dot points, so it is easy to understand and quick to read.
• 7 Essential Elements -  Written by David Lee King, it talks about what are 7 things a library website should do or have to be successful. Leans more towards tips and service than format

Here are some programs/websites to actually make the website:

• Simple Sites - Simple and free, not recommended to make the official website, but it's a good place to practice on formating and testing out on whether everything a patron could need is accounted for amongst staff.
• Drupal - Used by most other public libraries, Drupal is free and open-sourced, meaning you can add your own resources to it should what is already being offered isn't sufficient to you. Drupal also has a security team which can ensure that your website can stay safe and secure. For more information click the link and check the Abouttab in the top right corner.

Hope all you pros or newbies enjoy!

Important features a library website must have, in my opinion

Not criticising. Just working.

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A catalogue would be a good start. A library wouldn't be able to function without a catalogue that patrons can access at home. Also, without a catalogue, patrons wouldn't be able to accurate browse quickly and efficiently nor be informed or whether the library has a certain item in stock or if they even have it at all.

An FAQ or contact details to a member of staff or the manager, preferably on the home page. Due to all the comparative essays I've had to write this term, which resulted in me having to analyse many library websites, I notice that the FAQs can be situated in the most bizarre places. Contact details should be repeated throughout every page.

A search bar. Self explanatory.

The library website should have an option to change the language for those of foreign background.

The rules of the library should have it's own segment on the website. I have analysed that aside from fines and fees, there are no other rules. For example, no eating or talking loudly, not devices, etc. maybe this may be common sense. But it should be a formality to have it there.

Locations and times. I don't think I need to explain this.

A calender of events. Preferably a calender compared to a blog as you have to search posts.

That's it for now~~~~.

Why there no Charlie Duskin in FF.net

So me post here instead. Enjoy the longest post ever. This was a project I had to do in Yr 9, to change the ending of the novel I was studying. It's not as good as the original but nothing is ever as good as the original.

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Charlie

As I slammed the boot of my car, preparing to leave, I look up to see a lone figure walking towards me, slow and small in the distance. The figure stops within metres of Dad’s car, looking hesitant and near scared to come any closer. But I guess she would be. The temptation of a car, my car, leaving would be too much for Rosie.

“Dad, can I have a minute?” Dad pokes his head out the car window, gazing down at Rosie, who stands there looking apologetically at me. For a moment, I wonder if he’d say no, after what she did. But he doesn’t. He knows what regret feels like. It’s a sad painful song and he doesn’t want anyone else singing it too.

“Sure.” He replies, sitting back in his chair. “Make sure to work everything out.” I smile and give him a quick kiss before turning and walking towards Rosie. I vaguely think about how ironic all this was now. Before it was I, standing afar wanting to come closer. Now the roles have reversed.

“Hey.” I say when I reached Rosie. She looks up and manages a smile.

“Hi.” She replies. We stand there for a moment, just relishing the moment and its circumstances, everything that happened. Then Rosie attempts to put on a brave face, and looks directly at me. Serious. “Mum says I can’t go.” Rosie holds eye contact, and I could see the strain. She wants to let me know she isn’t trying to guilt trip me. She isn’t trying to change my mind. I understood. But before I could stop myself, I had said it.

“I’m sorry.” Rosie stares at me for a small moment, then smiles almost bitterly at herself. She knows why I said it. I don’t want her to think this is unfair. I don’t want to leave her feeling like she’s being left behind.

“Don’t be.” She whispers. Then the song breaks into a crescendo and she bursts into tears. It’s a song not of abandonment nor repression, she really does love her home, but of longing. I hug her as she cried, and I can hear and feel just how much she wanted to go. She clings onto me and I can hear the apologies in her sobs. A sad rhythm makes me cry too.

After a while, she regains her composure and steps back, wiping her eyes.

“Is it so bad to wait a few more years?” I ask. “It’s the wait that makes it worth it.” She manages a little laugh and smiles. Already her melody is shifting. Not completely and not by much, but enough for me to know she’ll be ok after a while once I leave.

“I guess so.” She answers, sounding uncertain for a moment. Then she looks at me, eyes bright. “I mean, I waited for you, didn’t I?” She softens and she looks like how she did before all her lies came out. It was a real smile after all. “You were definitely worth the wait. I guess I just didn’t realise I was waiting for us to become friends.” Again, that word. But this time, I can take them and hold them close. I feel I should do something back.

“I can’t take you with me.”I say. “But I can make the wait a little easier. Can you wait a little while longer for me?” She does a little sigh, as if she’s tired. She probably is, and I worry I’m asking for too much. But then she resigns herself and smiles at me.

“Sure.” She says. “I’ll wait.” It’s a nice thing being given someone’s trust. It’s like being given the bow to a violin or cello. You can’t do a thing with it without the bow.

When we part and I get into the car, I turn to Dad.

“Hey, can we stop by the beach for a little bit?”

Rosie

A month later...

I sit in my room staring at the calendar, at the number of crosses from the date that was circled. Nearly thirty crosses. Nearly a month since she left.

Still, nothing.

I wonder what’s taking Charlie so long. I don’t even know what she was going to do to make the wait better. It can’t be that she had forgotten...

Of course not. It’s Charlie Duskin. She wouldn’t forget.

I stare out at the backyard, at the grass bathed in the golden afternoon sun. It’s times like these I hear Charlie sitting out at the porch of her house, plucking notes on her guitar. I never thought  she’d be able to sing as amazingly as she did at the concert. But that’s Charlie, surprising people.

Thinking that I strengthen my resolve to wait for her. It’s Charlie. She surprises and she doesn’t disappoint.

There is a sudden knock on my door and Mum pokes her head through, and an arm holding a lumpy package the size of the palm of her hand.

“It’s for you Rosie.” She says, laying the parcel on the desk. I get up and look it over when she leaves. It has a strange scent, like salt, and makes a soft rustling noise as I turn it over, like sand against paper. I undo the paper carefully without ripping it and gape at what was inside. It was a beautiful conch shell, polished so that the light reflected off the creamy white and black swirls, the inside a gorgeous gleaming pink. Charlie didn’t bother to clean the shell of sand, which littered the inside of the brown paper, the lingering scent of salty water wafting around my senses. 

I’ve bet you’ve been to the ocean. I want to go there, somewhere that leads places.

I smile. Like I thought, she surprises and doesn’t disappoint. She remembered.

There was a note underneath all the sand, I carefully dust it off, thinking to keep the sand in a little bottle.

Dear Rosie,

I’m so sorry I took so long. I didn’t forget you at all. It was difficult to find a good shell. You wanted to see the ocean, but I can’t bring the ocean to you. So I’ll bring you a piece of it. When you come to the city, let’s go and see it together.

Charlie

P.S. I bet you know what to do with the shell next right?

I place the note down carefully and pick up the shell, emptying whatever sand was left inside. I then take the shell and put it to my ear. For a moment, there was nothing.

Then, like Charlie’s song, soft and sweet, a gentle sound started deep within the shell. It came to and fro, with a soft crashing. The sound of waves. As I closed my eyes, the smell of the sea was stronger around the shell, enveloping me. For a moment, I could actually believe I was at the ocean, the soft sand under my feet, and Charlie right next to me.

“Rosie! Lunch!” Mum’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. I put the shell down next to Charlie’s note. 

Let’s go and see it together.

“I’ll hold onto you on that, Charlie.”I whisper, feeling myself smile, and I go down to my family to eat lunch.

Was at the Manifest this week

BEST. WEEKEND. EVER.

Consistency

Was told to stay consistent...
...
All of the posts come from the same palce. That count?

Gangster Movies- The Sequel

Was watching a let's player who swears alot because he plays alot of horror games. Was told what i watch was absolute trash and that I learn nothing from it.

OH I'M SORRY. LET ME REMIND YOU OF ALL THE MOVIES YOU WATCH  THAT SCREWS HUMANITY AND CONTINUED TO BECOME BLOCKBUSTERS.

Gangster Movies

I was forced to watch a gangster movie because it was kind of in my face. I was talking to my younger sister about the absolute predictability and immorality that piece of trash was. It was all friends kill each other, women are out to get you, all about power and let's drag innocent people into this fight that has nothing to do with them.

I was told to shush.

OH I'M SORRY. WHO'S THE ONE THAT VIEWS ALL THAT AS ENTERTAINMENT.

Singers

I was thinking about singers while I was hanging the laundry and I realised...

Most singers generally sound the same.

Not that I'm disregarding talent, but it's just it seems a person only notices how good you sing once you put a microphone in front of their mouth.

I'm so cynical...

Beiber Haters

Was watching youtubers react to Justin Beiber and they mentioned haters. I feel like they are not detailed enough about it. Let me try to enlilghten you on the types of haters Beiber has.

Back when he was young and before puberty I feel like his haters were split into three groups.

The first group are the ones that do because they don't think he sings good. I call them the critics, and I'm actually proud of myself for being part of this group. They don't care for the person and what they do, but what they do isn't something that tickles their fancy. I am a critic because when I first listened to Justin Beiber I thought he was a Pussycat Doll. He's a lot better now.

The next group is called the Jealous and I think this group is pretty self explanatory. As the youtubers said, they hate him because they wish they were in his position, able to have the stardom and get the bi-

Next.

Final group are called the Trolls. These are the people that hate him because they can. This group is then split into two factions. There are the ones that hate him to seem different. They act intelligent, but really they probably barely even heard his song and hate him because they think they can hide under the majority of the rest of his haters. Then there are those that hate him because others hate him. Either it be to look hip or because of word of mouth.

These days, now that Beiber is older, there is a fourth group of haters. I call them the Justified, because they hate Beiber because he apprently became a douche bag. I never really heard anything about his personal life nor do I care. This group hate him based on what he does in his personal life and how he treats his fans.

I don't care. I just want Beiber to do his job.

And that's the four types of Beiber haters there are in the world. Which are you?

Social Media

It's such a big...scary world.....

Show me the exit.

Good Libraries, website-wise

...Gah~ I don't get out much...I don't know many libraries. Well, in order how how I rate them.

Hobsons Bay Library- I never went there but the website its pretty decent, but it's main highlight is its wonderful catalogue.
 
 Maribyrnong Library- I've been to this library once or thrice, so I'll take the website with a grain of salt. I gave it a quick skim and it looks VERY informative and trhe catalogue doesn't open a separate window. Very close rival to Hobsons Bay.

Victoria University Library- I should add my own school library. It's alright and the catalogue is nice as most of the material is online. But it ranks third. I gave it a bit of special treatment.

Brimbank Library- This one goes fourth. The website is TERRIBLE but the catalogue is good. But not enough to make up for the lack of informative stuff on it. Or maybe it's just me.

National Women's Library- Last. The catalogue is brief and the website just brushes the line. However, I put it up here because it's rather easy to use.

Oh god I actually found five. Bless me

When the series I was into is over

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REALITY!!! IT'S ALL OVER ME!!!!!!!

Quote not mine however. Got it from somewhere on youtube.

Library Studies Book and Question Time: This blog is still confusing the heck out of me.I...

Library Studies Book and Question Time: This blog is still confusing the heck out of me.
I...: This blog is still confusing the heck out of me. I much prefer fanfiction.net, at least I know how to use that. I have very limited expiri...

I sympathise with the controversy of whether fanfiction.net is a social site or not. Such prejudice! D=<

Aaron Library Studies: My past week.

Aaron Library Studies: My past week.: My weekend was spent getting drunk and spending money I don't have. Also I brought some new cute shoes. Until next week, Aaron.

You must wear those cute shoes someday. Ta ta^.^

My Week 1!!!

Little late.......Whoops

A whole review of my week aside from all the pointless little snippets I spammed yesterday because school wants me to.

School. School. School. School. School.

SICK.

School. School. School. School. School.

ROLEPLAY~~~.

My friend cancelled her visit to my house twice due to sickness...

HHHHNNNNGGG.

Let's hope it'll be a better one this week....

About all these posts in one day

I realize I'm kinda spamming at the moment. I think I posted around 6 today. But an error on other computers prevents me from typing in the type box so I kept all these thoughts on hold until now. Sorry to let it all spill out.

El Dorado

DreamWorks. Pick it back up now. >=(

More pointless self crap

Yesterday temperature passed 40 degrees, splitting headache, sore throat and could barely walk straight and yet I'm at school today.

Like a boss.

Is there anything drugs can't fix?

I'm Not Martin

I remember reading a story called that 3 years ago. Basically, a kid who went to hospital to have his tonsils removed or something like that meets a kid called Martin who needs to have his foot amputated. Martin is constantly screaming that he ISN'T Martin. This kid tries to be nice to Martin, asking him what he likes, but Martin keeps saying "I don't like this, Martin does". That night, Martin switched the hospital records with the kid. The nurses and doctors go to operate on the wrong kid. The kid screams he isn't Martin but they don't believe him.

I was thinking about that story yesterday, and I wished they made an epilogue where the hospital gets  sued for damages and Martin gets convicted for fraud/identity theft. Best. Ending. Ever.

Stupid News Updates

One of my favourite iTunes companies updated their games while I was away. HHHHNNNNGGGG.

Time to go buy more iTune cards...

I have a confession to make

I think I have a hoarding problem when it comes to paper.