Nadez-What? Yeah, it is my real name...?

2006-03-28T21:05:00.000+12:00

My new site

2006-03-27T20:01:00.000+12:00

Im now a myspace nazi, click here for more......

11 March~ my body and I

2006-03-11T21:19:00.000+13:00

I think I suffer the opposite of anxiety with my body. I've got... un-anxiety....
That is, I really don't want it at the moment.
When I was 9 I said "I want to run like an athlete" and then I looked down to discover these pathetic, arm sized excuses for legs. But thats ok Nadezheda (I told myself in third person) because you will grow tall one day.
And that day never came either.
Then when I was 12, I said "I sure do hate boys" and then what happened? Puberty happened. About a womanly chest before every other girl my age.
The point of my tragic life story as seen above, is that my entire life my body has acted in ways contradictory to what I've told it. Its a rebel body.
I'd like to say that he ( I will refer to my body as B. from this point) grew out of this adolescent immaturity.
However that would be a lie, and as a magical Sitar from Moulin Rouge, I can only speak the truth.

So lately I have been feeling a bit under the weather. Its just finished being Summer here and therefore (due to the amount of rain and snow in Summer) sickness is inevitable.
Most immune systems would be prepared for such a Summer, resulting in the majority of those who actually got sick getting maybe a cold, or at worst the flu.
When Cold and Flu came knocking at B.'s door my immune system (run by the government of my body) said " Na sorry mate, can't let you in. V.I.P only"
I applauded when I heard this...
Big mistake. For what is more V.I.P then tonsilitius?

Nothing. Nothing is more V.I.P then tonsilitius.
The fact that I have tonsilitius, in what was Summer, is not whats making me rant like this.
The reason im ranting in such an unreasonable way is because I had my tonsils removed in January...

...Yeah ha ha B. Thats really mature.

8 March ~ Laceys Bday

2006-03-08T16:40:00.000+13:00

Happy 16th Lacey!!!!! Well for yesterday anyway. And man what a birthday! It started at a piercing place where Kels and Lacey both got their ears done. Then Lacey fainted and whacked her face on the glass cabinet there. Then they were both rushed to A&E. Then we all went to Brokeback mountain. Here is a pic I took at Brokeback Mountain of Lace and Kels:

And speaking of Bareback Mounting, woah! What a movie!
Its starts with two cowboys, alone in the hills shepparding sheep. Now the addition of the sheep is suspicious enough already. But remember these boys are not only surrounded by nothing but hills and forest, they also are covered in heaving masculinity, a recipe for disaster.

So anyway, very cute storyline. Not so fun to watch for 2 and a half hours though.

27th Feb~ Bend it.... like Beckham.

2006-02-27T20:28:00.000+13:00

Who let this couple reproduce? She was renoundly known for being the Posh one in a band of 90's tarts, heavily clad in figure-hugging PVC. He was the subject of one too many headers. And now its their offspring who are paying the price.

English soccer star David Beckham, whose intelligence has been questioned by the media, has said that his six-year-old son’s mathematics homework has left him one too many times confused.
"Their homework is so hard these days," Beckham, 30, says in an interview with British newspaper the Mail on Sunday. "It's totally done differently to what I was taught when I was at school, and you know I was like 'Oh my God, I can't do this!'."

Perhaps such a statement would have fit better going down the aisle? Beckham is worth millions, but he doesn't know how many zeros it is.
The funniest part?

Beckham says that after failing to help his son with his math problems, he offered to read a book instead.

Feb 14th 06~ She's back, who's back? I'M BACK BABY, YEEEE HAAAAAA

2006-02-14T21:26:00.000+13:00

Wow! How lazy have I been? Don't answer that, I've been very lazy. I realize it has now been 3 weeks since I last wrote. That is because I'm a very easily distracted person and I forgot. Just like Eric once told me about ladies all around the world who go off to the Pharmacy to buy some hair gel or to the Library to rent some books or the back streets of New York to traffic drugs and leave their kids in the car. And then they return many hours or days later to find the kid huddled on the floor, eating the bugs that just happened to fly in the window days earlier and scolfing down pints of their own wizz. So in a "hunt or be hunted" kind of way, I have been a dealer and my site a revolting child which I would never actually give birth to.

Anyway.
A lot is new in my world. School has started once again much to my excitment. And with it came new subjects and subject teachers.

Now I'm a happy camper, as you well should know, but there are some things that annoy me greatly and it saddens me to tell you this, as you might be a fatty yourself, but my fat math teacher has more then enough of these traits.
Lets use Mr. Carey (new maths teacher) and dinner as a metaphor to how he acts.
Mrs. Carey is an annoying lady with many annoying qualitys. And Mr. Carey ate her.
Now do you understand?
Take the first day back at school for example. I had maths 3rd period. Third period is straight after interval so Mr. Carey had almost definatly just finished his morning snack of donuts and cheese. The first thing I noticed was his rear. ASS AHOI, its huge. Its like a quarter pounder with cheese if that quarter pounder was a giant man ass.
Ok enough about my maths teacher already. What are you, obsessed??

So back on topic. So he's trying to explain to me that you have to use punnet-square type boxes to work out simple algebraic expressions. Now I realized later he was speaking in pure math speak but at the time the only words out of his mouth were "We'll be right back on WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY" and occasionly "If you were to tip me over, I might just pour out" (which FIY is very inapropriate)
I mean I never liked math anyway! The questions are stupid and give you dumb situations to explain problems that would never occur.
Take this problem I got just before school finished last year:

Sisters Jenny and Tiffany live in Chicago. Each day they travel to Basingstoke to work. Jenny is married. She catches the 7:15am train which goes on route A. This train moves at 90k/h and travels a total of 6 tracks, each twice the length of the one before it. The first stop is 10ks past Chicago Station. Throughout the trip they stop for 13.6% of the total time. Tiffany however travels route B and arrives in Basingstoke at 9am where she works as a prostitute. She has 11 different tracks.

QUESTIONS
a) Who arrives in Basingstoke first?
b) Who's route takes the longest?
c) Who's root takes the longest?
d) Which sister is your favourite?

I lived in USA when I was younger, and not once did I ever need to calculate my traveling distance. Especially seen as the only person I ever traveled with went on my train so I would have no comparitive numbers.
Also I don't plan on moving back to America any time soon. Last time I was there weird things happened. Funny though. The funniest part of my trip was when I saw somebody driving with their dog in the passenger seat, because the passenger seats in the US are located on the right hand side. So it seemed as if the pups were driving. Then I realized that this wasn’t funny so much as terrifying, because dogs would make horrible drivers and could easily run you over.

Then I conceded that this would still be a pretty funny.

Once I tried to explain my situation to my previous maths teacher. I said:
"I will never need to use maths so why should I study it?"
"Every job needs maths"
"I aspire to collect rubbish"
"You'll need to know maths to calculate the average selling and buying rates as well as profit intake and money output"
"There is no money output. It's rubbish. I'm collecting it from rubbish bins. I'll store it in my cupboard"
"If ever you want to build a house you'll need maths to calculate angles"
"I'm not going to need to build a house. I'm not a builder"
"You'll need angles"
"I'll need garbage. Which is free. Shut up now please"
"You'll need to know how to calculate speed time mass for science. And thats learnt through maths"
"I won't need to know that. I'm gonna go now"
"And quadratics. Everyone loves quadratics"
Click. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Thats the part where I realized I was watching a video I'd hired out the day before.

So to conclude. I find Drew Carey, teacher of the mathmatics genre extrodonaire, highly fat and generally ugly tied. And maths is a pointless subject which we only use when we are curious as to how babies are made.

Like baby smurf for example:
"On a blue, moonlit night, Baby Smurf was brought to the village by a stork. Where did he come from? No-one knows, but everyone immediately adopted him - even though he breaks the general routine of their lives."

The end.

January 24th 06.

2006-01-24T22:32:00.000+13:00

was on holiday. back now. write later. thanks.

29th Dec 05~ Pedofiled by Perverts

2005-12-29T22:07:00.000+13:00

The photos shown above are photographic evidence that Dove roll on deodarent is a pedofile magnet. The explanation? I always wear it and I have been pedofiled three times. This was the most exciting because a) we were in Japan and b) we got him on candid camera.
The incident that was more gross then anything else was on my birthday of this year. Imagine, pedofiled on your own birthday. Erlack.
The happening...!!!: We were walking past some bloke by the local supermarket and then all of a sudden (unprovoked by my undeniable unnattractiveness) the pedofile wiped his dirty pedofile scum hands across my arm and made this purring sound like a mud leech. It was repulsive. So now wherever I go I carry Pedo-be-gone with me. And haven't been pedofiled since.......this morning.

26th Dec~Wow, the catastrophe is over.

2005-12-26T17:19:00.001+13:00

Wow, tis Boxing Day already. It seems weird that Christmas is already over because it never really seemed to arrive. This may be because the media hypes it up all year and takes the spirit out of Christmas Spirit, or it could be because I worked so close to Christmas I never got to bask in Christmas Holiday joy, or maybe its because I got hammered Christmas Eve and woke up at 11:53pm last night to find my family had all opened their presants, gone out for Chrissie lunch, had Chrissie dinner and were tucked in bed all Christmased out after a long day while I slept my Eggnog off.
I don't know which of these is the reason.
But anyway, it is over and done and I hope everyone enjoyed their Xmas as much as me and Chad did. So what did you all get?
Let me be the first to say I got great gifts.
A hammer from Nikolai (although it was missing the handle), A boot from Ileanna (the other one she already gave me for my Birthday) Sugar packets from Tink, mum got me earplugs which are much needed now that Aunty Elaine is living with us, Aunty Elaine got me a diet for Christmas which is thoughtful, and dad bought me a reindeer (its Donner which is kinda crap because I asked for Prancer) and I got myself some good ol' Christmas lovin', lovin' which I'm well due for might I ask.

Also it rained here on Christmas day which I take as Jesus Kroegers way of telling me to lay off the Jesus burns, which I will now do. My apoligies to the big JK.

And finally my Christmas presant to you all.
79% off your next purchase. Just go to the counter and tell them Nadezhda S sent you, they'll know what you're talking bout.

Alright. Enjoy your boxing day everyone.

21 Dec~ The day I re-wrote the Harry Potter Movie.

2005-12-21T21:30:00.000+13:00

Insert Exciting Writing Here ____________________________________________
Happy Birthday Sam!!

Dec 21, 05~The saga continues...

2005-12-21T21:12:00.000+13:00

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Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

So tonight is Birthday Eve! Tomorrow I turn the big three O. Actually not. But aged anyway.... like cheese. And speaking of cheese, here is a link to a photo of a guy I used to date (when I dated him he wasn't queer....) ah well, I guess thats what happens to you when you date me. Anyway, You may have noticed there is a charming person located to your right ( that way --->) ((my arrow stick and arrow pointy-bit don't match up, friggin computer >:( )) Well say Happy Birthday to that picture my dear fellow because that is me.

And on a completely un-birthday related topic: On Sunday it is Chad Kroeger (from Nickelback's) birthday. We know this because Chad Kroeger is Jesus. In the picture featured to the right hand side Jesus Kroeger is ordering a double beef and bacon quarter-pounder with cheese using nothing but his jesus powers.

And here we see Jesus giving Justin the thumbs up to become devils apprentice. That sign is the thumbs up in Devil speak. Justy understands.

Alright, I'll stop with the blasphomy now. Sorry. *Sheepish Grin*

Dec 05~ Christmas slowly approaches...oooo eee ooo eerie.

2005-12-05T23:11:00.000+13:00

I dunno. Christmas has always confused me a little. I don't like it so much. Take today for example. Today mum told me to find something I want for Christmas while I was out for coffee with my friends. So I found this awesome dress that was red and white striped with two mutated barbies on it (my idea of a good time) that I decided to try on. Well it fit me down-wise, but around-wise was another story. It hugged all the wrong places and revealed about 4 love-handles too many, the outcome of last years Christmas I suppose.
So no dress for me, much to porky. And that is why now I sit here with some freshly circumsized carrots munching my way to a comfortable weight.
Anyway, back to Christmas.
So traditionally Christmas is about Santa bringing presents, and with those, joy. And further back Christmas is about Jesus dying, or perhaps being born. This I don't remember. So here is where I find absurdities.
Okay. So. Jesus was born and lived in a Country that is not of his own, we know this because he is son of God and god is from Heaven therefore Jesus' home-place is Heaven, not Bethlehem. This makes Jesus a refugee. And Mary was a virgin and so was probably a little shocked when she suddenly accumulated this bulging stomach without having done anything with her beloved husband Joseph. Now Joseph was an understanding man. His first thoughts may have been that she had cheated on him with Kenny, a rich Emu farmer, or perhaps she had been violated at the local bathing pool. But when Mary told him that she had never had sex it was all he could do to question her and maybe even demand a divorce. So these angels came down from Heaven (a.k.a Gods place) and told him that Marys child was to be the son of god and to be happy. But Joseph had smoked a lot of pot that day, in hope he could numb his pain, and was only hallucinating these angels. He did not know this. So he told Mary and Mary told her half brother Gary who told his secret gay lover Oswald who was wise. Oswald collected up two of his equally wise friends Shilly the Jew and Boobaah, the Rastafarian. Oswald brung baby Jesus gold, because his ex was a looting pirate and had much gold to give. Shilly brung Frankincense, a favourite musky odour loved amoungst Jews. And Boobaah, the Rastafarian brought Myrrah. No one was really that sure what Myrrah was but accepted it anyway because the bottle had a nice shape. Little did they know it was a sale item, bought at 'Rastafar-and-wide'.
Mary pondered to herself how the three men had found her, as she was hiding in a loft. She never found out they followed flairs a drunken Joesph had accidently thrown in the fire.
So then baby Jesus grew up to become adolescent Jesus, puberty Jesus and eventually our lord Jesus (after he was slayed by men in crotch-flannel.)
And we celebrate his life with Christmas by eating lots and drinking and throwing up on our neighbours poodle.
Again, I'm confused.
But I don't like Christmas so much now. Its kinda been ruined for me since I got fat because I can't festively eat without wondering if I'll fit into my room before the end of the night.

Its a sad life I think. Whats sadder is what me, Jim, Ileannna and Issac did yesterday.

We put a full can of coke right in the center of the roof of mums car while she was doing her grocery shopping, knowing her little legs and arms would never be able to reach and she'd have to ask someone for assistance in getting the can off her car. Then we hid in Jim's car for close to 40 minutes waiting and then when she finally came out she merely jumped up and grabbed the can, as if nothing were different.

...Not a productive lot of people, we aren't.

November 28th.~ Doom Day

2005-11-28T23:08:00.000+13:00

A new layout!! I'm hoping everyone has noticed. If not, please address this problem with me or a therapist as you obviously have a condition.
Also because of my change in Template I've decided also to continue my "Pass it Forward" type plan of visiting as many sites possible and leaving my webpage addy so they can click it later and become a loyal reader. So far I have left my mark on about 3 sites. It would have been more but I found too many "google-news- edit-me" websites and I refuse to grace them with the "Nadezheda S" seal because we all know how much I despise those who can't control their links. :)
But I am getting there, just very slowly and very narcissisticly.
Also I'm going to try and update more often. I realise I'm quite the dullard but then I also realised theres a sandwich under my bed slowly positioning itself for world domination, so, like my sandwich, realizations can be hazardous, so don't do them.
And one last thing before I go eat, if you consider yourself a loyal reader please sign your name in my comments. Thankyou.

Oh, one last thing. I accidently deleted my links bitty what (yes I realize the irony of this as I hate people who can't sort their links out, but realization is bad, so stop it) so if you want me to re-link you please write your web addy in my comments also.

Cool bananas (the freezer kind)

Nov 24~Oh yeah!!!!

2005-11-24T18:53:00.000+13:00

19 comments!!! Thats a record!!! Alas, its disappoints me that I have to tell you (in Japanese none the less) that I'm quitting my site forever before you respond!!!! Ah well, 19 comments is still 19 comments I guess, so keep up the good work gang.

So whats new in my life...? Finished my exams. Except I have to put " " on that like this: "finished" my exams, because I actually had a moment whilst doing my exams that compelled me to only finish one paper.

And that moment was boredom.

In fact I think on one paper I got so bored I wrote "and that is why I think cellphones" and then stood up and left.
But ah well because I've already passed so I don't care.

Also I am currently suffering from Tourettes Syndrome. Why? Well...

Last night I decided to go to bed at 11:39pm. I fell to sleep almost a little bit after. Then I awoke to hear the delightful tunes that is Sex And The City. This is because a man named Joel is looking for his brother Jaster, who he thinks Ileanna is hiding from him. Possibly inside her boot. However we do not know a Jaster or this man Joel so we're not completely sure why he keeps ringing, but he does. So I got up to give Ileanna her cellphone and when I returned I got back into bed and turned off my light. However my touch-lamp in the middle of my room was on, a weird occurence. So I continued to get up, turn it off and hop back into bed. Then, as I turned my light off for the second time I looked to the middle of the room. My touch lamp was on again. This scared me so much I ran upstairs, leaving all the lights in my room still on. So that night I had to sleep in Nikolais bed (he was at dads, before you ask). This is where my Tourettes kicks in. In his bed I looked up and saw a breed of possum hanging above my head. I screamed and jumped up, right on top of a toad. Then I realized I had accidently walked into hell. So I started swearing. And once I started I could not stop. This is called Tourettes. The scariest thing though is that I went downstairs today, to get clothes, and all my lights are off. I'm so freaked out I can never sleep in my room again. Until it has been excorsisted.

So yeah.
This is all too scary for me.

In 日本語

2005-11-17T17:54:00.000+13:00

今日はみんなさん、今日に私はとてもかなしい　：（
私は私がふといと思います。そして明日私は日本語のしけんがある！日本語はむしすぎです。分かるない！！　そして今日はさむいです。
世界が大きらいですよ。
おわりました！！！！！！！！！

ナデシダ

17.11.05~cough and your heart falls out your ears, I'd know.

2005-11-17T17:47:00.000+13:00

Ahhhhhhhhhh today is the most depressing day of my life! I feel so ふとい　and last night in a moment of pure boredom I got Sela to chop off all my hair so now I look like Yuslarf, the little Russian boy. This is everyones fault but my own.

Also, the anniversary of my site dawns slowly closer and yet I don't see anyone passing on my "pay it forward" type request of passing on my site :( It is a very sad anniversary.

So yeah.

I quit.

Thursday 17th Nov 2005

2005-11-17T17:39:00.000+13:00

Its time for a change.
Grey is a change. Its a nice change.

Yes, Grey is good.

10.10.05~"The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy; and other tales"

2005-11-10T18:36:00.000+13:00

Hey gang.
Whilst online I found a site dead worthy of a mention up here at Nadezheds.blogspot.com. My cousin bought a book written by the director of such films as Edward Scissor Hands and The Nightmare Before Christmas (he is, indeed, the brilliant Mr. Tim Burton) and that book was called "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy; and other tales" and now someone has so kindly put it online. Very worth a look. Trust me. I'm a look expert.

So click HERE or HERE or you could click here or..................

......................

................................................................here. And theres a few dot dot dots there you can click also. Many choices. Go wild.

Haowdee (thats how I'd spell it)

2005-11-02T21:38:00.000+13:00

In this world there is few things that annoy me. And by that I mean Jam. One of these ever annoying things is Nursery Rhymes. The sound of small animals crying after having their mothers eaten by wild roaming jungle dolphins is more appealing to me then the sound of someone reciting a rhyme. I have a selection of the worst possible rhymes to ever exist which I have catergorised into a group I call " The group that has a selection of the worst possible rhymes to ever exist catagory"

Diddle Diddle Dumpling
A title of which I saw scribbled between in the inner and outer theigh of a woman in a porn shop.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John!

...Come on John!! What are you? I can answer this one because I know only a 30 year old virgin who lives with his mother in a home surrounded by dead octopus and catctopus and other puss related species would be retarded enough to actually sleep still trouser-clad! And a single shoe?!? I mean honestly John. Also how much needs to be said about a boy made of diddles.

Georgie Porgie.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

Yeah thats coz they was from da hood and would bust a cap in yo' ass you fat son of a b#*%.

The Grand old Duke of York poem

The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
When they were up, they were up
And when they were down, they were down
And when they were only halfway up
They were neither up nor down.

And while they did this unnecessary marching 4 million soldiers were being brutally slaughtered amongst the pits of a civil war. Yeah, good one Duke. "Where was I? Funny you should ask because, you see, we were marching up and down a trolliping hill!..."

Hush a Bye Baby poem

Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

…what?!?! I’m sure that’s illegal in most countrys, or at least frowned upon. Down came the baby, the craddle and a big whooping jail sentance. Oh yeah! Teach you to put an infant in a tree you WEIRDO! Get some mates!!

Pease pudding rhyme poem

Pease pudding hot, Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot - nine days old.
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot - nine days old.

Some people-what people? Cause I’d like to meet these people.

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater poem

Peter Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her!
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well!

What sort of message are we sending out to our kids when we recite such a rhyme? What is there to do in a pumpkin shell except eat your way out? Next thing you know:

Dougle Douglas spent his life,
With his very skinny wife,
He did not like her much at all,
Coz he was fat and she was tall.
"This will not work" to her he said,
"Please live somewhere else instead"
So with all his mighty morphing power
He stuffed her in a cauliflower.

Wee Willie Winkie rhyme poem

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping at the window and crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds, ~~it's past eight o'clock?~~
Because I’m a dirty pedofile and want to have sex with them.

Or at least that’s how it should have gone.

Yeah, so I hate rhymes.

The rebuiltation of a new empire.

2005-10-26T20:30:00.000+13:00

Know what I'm talking about? God, I hope so because I could sure do with someone telling me. Rebuiltation? Is that a word?? Thank god English is my second language or else- wha? What dyu mean its not?? God what is my problem?!?! Actually don't tell me.

I know whats up. Today I had this fantastic idea. It kind of just came to me like a dream, or a frisbee. I suddenly thought "Did I leave the oven on?" then after realizing I don't own an oven thought "Why don't I create this empire of Nadezhedas.blogspot?" So here I am, rambling on like a homeless person just looking for love in all the wrong places, like restaurants as aposed to garbage bins and under bridges (did somebody say cardboard box cabin?)

So here's how you can help:

1) Bookmark my site. Check it daily, strike that, check it minutely.
2) Leave a comment on my comments page with your email address,
3) Alternativly send me an email at: nadezh_star@hotmail.com or,
4) Add me to MSN at: nadezh_star@hotmail.com
5) Tell all your friends about my site. Get them to read this post and then the declaration of independance (may as well learn something while your here I guess)

And now for my post:

HEY GANG!!
Long time, no speaky speaky right? I hope you missed the sound of your own voice reading my site as much as I missed the sound of my voice reading your comments. The reason I'm so far from my last post (and the moon!! I learnt in Science today! Yay, learning ROCKS!) is because I've had the most hetic week of Party party party, study study study, watch TV watch TV, Fullstop. And let me be the first to say, "it was not easy!"
But alas all is ok now as here I am and here you are, reading me being here, and here I am after you being here enjoying the fact that you are here and are following steps 1 though 5.
So what is my thought of the day today...?

Well.

Tonight was Senior prizegiving at my school. To elaborate on a night at Senior Prizegiving at "McGees School For Gay, Retarded or Rejected Children and/or Animals", (really long name, really necessary?) Its an evening of pure enjoyment, followed by a sandwich. What happens is a whole bunch of privledged gays, retards and rejects take of their flowering bloomers to the fact that someone has so kindly acknowledged their position in our awesome school. People that attend such an event are those that are either:
a) Foreign
b) Wear braces to hold up their pants and pin their y-fronts to their shirts
c) Wore a pinafore to the formal
d) Or my brother
This year our school acknowledged me as acceptable of a Senior Credit in Drama for leading our school musical. This was an overwhelming situation of which I was much to flustered to attend (awwww) and in doing so broke this tradition (and our school modo) of "Come one, come all"
Luckily enough for me though, an enraged prowl of Ethopian Dodos (dressed casually in suede) turned up and accepted my award on my behave. They then continued on to devour Douglas, a special needs boy who got the "Most Likely To Be Eaten By Enraged Ethopian Dodos" certificate (well done on him there.)
So all is well that ends well I guess. My friend and I just had a chat about this. Here's a snippet:

Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:

All is well that ends well

Nadezh_star says:

I guess.

And there you go. No but really now:

Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:
you got senior credit in drama
Nadezh_star says:
huh?
Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:
it means you get a certificate saying you got a senior credit in drama for being in the production- it basically means you did well at it
Nadezh_star says:
o..... whoop whoop then
Nadezh_star says:
and do i get a congrats cake acknowledging my fantastic ability to act and/or reproduce?
Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:
i dunno though, sometimes wont give it to you if you didnt give in a note saying you weren't gonna go, now that would be a shame
Nadezh_star says:
tears well in the armpits of my eyes
Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:
lol there was free food there tonight
Nadezh_star says:
its there for the animals and Nikolai. Ignore me. im bitter and full of resentment of the fact I didnt win spelling wizz this year
Mummy's Evil Little Girl says:
There there
Nadezh_star says:
im extraordinarily unimpressed by the unacknowledgment of this predicament

Now thats more like it I think.

As retarded as Senior Prizegiving (or "Sports and Cultural Acknowledgement Awards" as they call it) is, nothing beats

Piggy banks 'offend UK Muslims'

October 24, 2005 - 6:44PM

.....WHAT THE &*%$?!?! Piggy banks offend Uk Muslims?.... Does anyone else find this statement to be just that smidget worse the Cultural Awards? According to the article in the news lately:

British banks are banning piggy banks because they may offend some Muslims .Muslims do not eat pork, as Islamic culture deems the pig to be an impure animal.

Now don't pin me a rascist but lets stop, take a deep breath, a shot of ecstasy, and think about this, just for a second please. Piggy Banks = Save money inside the gut of an overfeed, over paid oinker. When the oinker is ripe for the picking, smash him repeditivly with the heaviest object you can find until the greedy beggar gives you back your dosh. Throw remains in the trash.
Now how on earth could anyone get offended by this? I'm sorry Muslims, but I don't understand. Now let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time there was a person. This person loved pigs a lot. So much they kept 100 pet pigs in their backyard, each named a different letter in the alphabet (according to the Alphabet of Saint Porky of which, after z, comes some numbers, various road signs and a recipe for stuffed artichokes) One day this person, who happened to be called Elyse, sniffed some deadly specie of daffodil and killed all her pigs with a hammer. Much to her shock and display, inside a fat pig called "Construction Work Ahead", she found a grandmother. And inside that grandmother she found a hundred dollar note. Hence the "Piggy Bank" was born. The End.

Now because I'm a Senior Drama Credit Winner, I want all Muslims to believe me when I say "Piggy Banks = Joy" and I hope now they will appreciate my story even more.

Thankyou.
Dezh.
Does "impure" mean they think pigs have sex before marriage?

IM BACK! But not for long....

2005-10-12T19:21:00.000+13:00

Just needed to post to tell you three things:

1) I do not have a penis!!! So whoever keeps posting those "enlarge your male anatomy" thingys on my site, quit it! Or I will kick you!

2) Im in love with Japan! I'm going back. And I'm in love with KanJyani8, possibly the worst band ever... BUT THE CUTEST. Check out my linkage for more.

GTG, SORRY,
Dezh

21.9.05~In a bit of a rut, really.

2005-09-22T02:31:00.001+12:00

So you`ll never guess what. Actually you will. No, actually you won`t so I will tell you.
I am in...... JAIL!!! Thats right, I`ve been in Jail for 20 minutes and already I`ve got myself a Lesbian. Luck is on my side tonight! Actually I`m totally lying. Im somewhere not half as exciting as in the loving brace of a butch female. Im in Japan.
And because I`ve been here 5 days now I have quite a lot to catch up on.
Ok, firstly.
The first place we stayed in Osaka was a Riokan which is a traditional Japanese Inn. Now traditionally when something is traditional that means its similar to that which you might see in a `Happy Hannukah` card or a Fujifilm ad, but not this place. The traditionalisticness (possibly made that word up. When you havent spoken english to anyone except the voices in your head for 5 days it becomes hard to tell. Trust me on this one, I know I`m right, and I know she is too) ideas were there: the hole in the floor for a toliet, the bamboo mats that disguise themselves as beds but we all know theyre really sushi rollers, the green tea thats too hot when you want to drink it and perfect when you don`t, and the flys; this traditionalisticness was there. But we got the early paid tax bonus of a girl with the runs that had lost the ability to aim into the toilet and a naked pedofilic (again with the word making upness) pedofile, shirtless, binocleaired man standing watching us 15 girls in our underwear, frolicking by the window. Luckily I got photographic evidence that I will post as soon as I return to the land of the long white cloud.

The second place we went to was Kyoto about 4 days later. This was a fun stay. We did naughty things at naughty times in the very early morning but not in a dirty way. Again, photos will be provided.

Now we are on Day 5 in Toyohashi. I`m staying with a fluent english speaking Japanese girl, which is good because today I almost ate a human hair. Thats what happens when you leave me alone for two seconds, I turn Cannibalistic.

Well anyway I better get to bed now. Its 5 minutes to midnight and I have to get up at 6:45 tomorrow to bike 55minutes to Sakuragoka Highschool and play Softball in a kilt. I`ll try update as much as I can before I return, but when I do I will do full accounts of my days backed with photographic evidence.

Few quick notes:

To Monty:
I`m glad you`re still a faithful reader of my beloved site. I`m also glad that it distracts you from the hetic ongoing whoooossshhhh of the adult life. Keep up the good work, and by `up the good work` I mean reading.

To Amelia, Adam, Kelmo e.t.c:
I will try my best to get to Pram in Deccy, its looking promsing.

To Annoymous:
Unfortunatly I have no eyes due to an unfortunate stapling accident involving my hand, a staple gun and 30,000,000 joules of caffine induced `good idea` energy. So your plan will have to be saved for a differnet someone speical.

To Moi:
Please tell Ileanna to check her emails and that I miss her and the family and toilets that you can sit on when on the train and not worry bout staining the walls a brilliant shade of `too much water` yellow if a corner happens to spring you.

Thats all,
MISS THINGS!!
Dezh *mwa mwa mwa*

06 Sep 05~ Cookies for Mr. IHUG!!! (Cookiemasu)

2005-09-06T21:25:00.000+12:00

Thats right, I'm back and with a vengance! Lets cut the foreplay shall we, and get straight to the sex... metaphorically speaking. I now have a photo site. Its art in the making at the moment but once I take the training wheels off this baby its going to be the Harley Davidson of all photos sites... trust me.
I'm currently undergoing what I like to call a "makeover",
latin, verb MNG: Makeover, derived from the words "MAKE" meaning 'to Construct' and "OVER" meaning 'A Much Less Hideous Person'. To makeover, he/she/they makeover. Used in a sentance "Look mom! I had a makeover and now I don't look like a Transvestite anymore"

So yeah. I have dark brown hair now, which is shorty, and spikey-ish and slightly Jam-like at the back. For more information please visit my photo site.
And now for the Climax of my writing: As you should well know, its only 10 days until I go to Japan!! You heard right! Only 9 days till Japan! Isn't that amazing! So anyway, in 8 days I'll be going to Japan and I've taken the liberty (out of sheer kindness of course) to state all the things that will go wrong, and I've pinpointed the people who will make these "wrongings"

Ashleigh Brownie: Thrower-uperer. Ashleigh will eat takusan (lots) of McDonalds and chocolate before getting on the plane then throw up the whole way until we reach Osaka. Once we land in Osaka she will tell us she is fine..... then throw up on her brand new Hiking Boots.

Lacey MacDonald: Professional Tambourine player, will decide, just as everyone is starting to sleep, that its a good time to practise getting the rythym right for our song.

Kelsi Pierce: Will leave her "inside laugh" in the boot of her mothers car. She will get to put her "only for the middle of the Sahara desert" to use because she has been so cleverly seated next to...
Mike Wilson: Will accidently cut off his ear with the aid of a Coke cap.

Callum Turner: Will reinact that scene in Something About Mary and get his winkle-doodle stuck in a pair of tweed trousers. David Alexanders aid will be needed to get it unstuck.

David Alexander: Will mistake Callums screams of agony for flirtation and end up crying in the "unisex" toilets. And by Unisex I mean Ladies.

Sam Elvistein and Aaron Absolutlygidday: In a twist of events one will fall pregnant to the other. Who put what where is their buisness.

Matt Minnema: Will be kicked off the airline after he makes a move on what he thinks to be a hott stewardess... in actual fact is an empty food trolley.

Jessamine Solin: Will overdose on nose drops and be found three days later selotaped under her seat.

Myself: Very cool. Wont do anything out of line.

Okay, so as I said before, I have a new photo page... This is a lie. MSN spaces is being a retard and Flickr and I had a fight over the remote. So if you have any photo site suggestions feel free to suggest them.
Also I'm looking for a new quote that is not "wise men....etc", any suggestions please pop them in my suggestion box.

Thankyou.

29.8.05~Sandwich and Jam, the solutions to lifes problems.

2005-08-29T22:11:00.000+12:00

Let us now sit back and rekindle, or reminace or a word like this, at all the changes I have been through since Thursday of last week. I will billet point them for you for easy reading:

Ileannas Party
Met Yaniko Luethje~ Such a darling! He's a 6'4 German boy who (very very very sad to say) is in Christchurch till Friday and then returns to Germany, never to be seen by the Groovy-Sims again :( *tear*, I will be sad to wake up on Saturday morning in relization that he is in fact gone. My dedication to his stay is that I will make a very special page (when I eventually do make a photo page) in his memory *WATCH THIS SPACE*
Got our cellphones stolen by two bastards and a sandwich. Have since goten a new cellphone with a BRAND NEW NUMBER!!! For access to this number please email me: nadezh_star@hotmail.com
Sunday
Mum cut my hair. Will add photos also later. It is now black and spikey and a little fringy in areas but I like it because it makes me look 63, and 63 year olds are allowed in bars, so there.
Thursday
Went to Coco's (Yaniko's) host-house. Fun as a bun. We played pool. I've found out that I am in love and will marry.....a pool table. Even though I got my ass whiped by Coco (awww he's such a cutie! even if he's the same height as I am standing when he's on his knees...)
Friday
Mike and Kelsi were at my house when none of the Sims were there... a little odd but pleasing at the same time. Mike left but Kelsi stayed. Coco came round and met Kelsi (she thinks he's cute too) and then when he left Kelsi did also-ish.
Jana came round at 7 to bake and then me, her and Ileanna went off to a party at Matts.
Ileanna left Matts, picked up Kelsi, dropped her off at Matts and then left to go to Stephs party. Jana, Kels and I stayed at Matts. Was fun except then we realized we had no way of returning home and it was very early in the morning. Lancey ended up driving us (so kind)
Saturday
Mike and friend came to visit. We watched Eddie Izzard for just about 2 hours, it is that amusing! Gotta love Mr. Izzard, ya do.
Today
Nada. I did nothing all day and it was fantabulous

So yeah. A very busy week I do say. Fun though. I will get photos up as soon as I can so you guys can squiz (i think I made this word up) at my rather....something......life.
I will post something midly more amusing tomorrow.
Love love and some more love,
Dezh!!!!!!!

Same day but 5 minutes later:

Wow, just read the comments left on my last post. I have a few opinions to express:
1) How dare katheryn447brittney use MY site as a noticeboard for very crappy....things! This compells me to napalm her house and eat her children. And by that I mean get out many library books under her name and then not return them. Soon she will see the true wrath of my evil!!!!

2) I am glad I have a secret admirer, very exciting. And I am glad they, quote, "love" me. Although I cannot see why. I'm rather nerdy, with slightly obscure features, a bit "picasso" in the looks department (ie you can tell theres something there, it all just seems slightly too "painted in the dark" for your liking) I tend to often get in the way (account of the fact I remain 5"0.5 tall) and I talk way too much for my own good, accidently saying such things as "you blew me off for a milkshake" to my friend who works at Wendys, and "You have three sims" to my school teacher. So in conclusion: Why do you love me? I mean honestly! Some people!

Uhhhhhh....and......ummmm......so.....

2005-08-21T21:43:00.000+12:00

Argh! As the all so wise and currently unpulse-ulated Aaliyah said "It's been too long, and I'm lost without you"
So it must have been nearly 3 wednesdays that have lapped since I last posted, and if you will stick with me, I will explain why.
Our computar crashed and then mum argued with Mr. IHug and he cut off our internet until mum sends her apoligies along with a home brewed batch o' cookies. So mums willing to do neither and so here I sit, at my fathers, typing away my words of woe.

So anyway, now I got that out I have little to say actually. Had a party last night, but I'll elaborate on that when I get the photos up.

Kisses and Hugs DAHHHHlings.
Mwa, Mwa.
Dezh

Lets talk about luuuu-huvvvvv...

2005-07-27T21:48:00.000+12:00

Hey guys!
Just gotta put something out for you guys to read in hope I make a little difference at least.
If you're on the street and have a few coins spare go and buy yourself a charity bracelet. You can get them from most charity shops (ie: Trade Aid) and they only cost $2 so its well worth it. They are also totally funky and come in many different colours for different charitys. I'm currently wearing a white one with the imprint "MakePovertyHistory" for World Vision. And another awesome upside is if you get told to take them off at school you can calmly and rationally explain that they are for charity and then go beserko at your teacher for being insensitive and cruel.
And another thing you should do while you're listening to me is go to Men In Hats because it is hilerious! Honest.
Cheers guys!
Dezh*
P.S Thankyou to Oli who got me my World Vision bracelet and presented me with my newly found addiction.

P.P.S my Japanese billet comes tomorrow afternoon!

21 July~Shes Baaaccckkkk

2005-07-21T23:10:00.000+12:00

Call the papers, I'm back up and running!! Inspired by the creative writings of my fellow friends Kelsi, Mike and Clarity.
So to begin. Not long ago, barely 5 minutes, I verbally abused Kelsi on the internet. Here's a partion of the transcript:

I hate you Kelsi Pierce! Thanks to your dire lack of comittment in keeping me as sane as my upbringing allows, I am now stuck at home with 4 hyperactive, screaming, eating, singing, laughing, screechy, dorky, midget, machine like monsters.
How is this my fault? I hear you think (thats right, this whole time, every thought you've ever had I have heard and no, I don't know about your secret 3 X chromosomes) Well the reason this is your fault is because last night I texted you asking if I could stay at your place tonight and you said you would ask your mummy. Then I texted you today and you never texted me back which leads me to think you never asked your mother, DID YOU?!?! So now here I am, up to my armpits in the foul stench of biscuits and decayed fruit inside lunchboxes, wishing I could be relaxing on the floor of the Pierce household rather then huddled in this tiny corner wishing and hoping to god that the pygmys don't find me, and if in fact they do that they mistake me for a house plant rather then the miserable angry fool that I am. If in fact they do mistake me for a plant, they might give me a water, a luxury im well due for.
So to summerise: Your world as you know it is now to become a deathly shade of Barney purple as I recover from this night. Until I get a written apoligy expect your house to smells like rivers of bottom.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm no demon. I had no choice to say those horrible words, I'm but a human after all. I was also mad already because I had eaten a burger for tea that tasted like someone had cursed it. So yeah.

Wow, so whats happened lately?!?! As Kelsi states on her site. We went shopping the other day. I got some purple Chucks, very cool. But lets ignore that for the moment. There is a more important issue at hand:
Who has read the 6th Harry Potter book?!?! Its shocking! One of the beloved characters dies. Shock horror. Its so unexpected! I haven't actually read the book myself but this is what I hear.

~*Spoiler Alert*~

So anyway. I hate the Harry Potter books and movies e.t.c I find Harry to be obnoxious and quite possibly homosexual, which is fine by me except I don't think the general public would agree, therefore explaining why he's still in the closest. I also think Hermione needs to buy a straightener. She goes to a very big private school and has many books, the sure signs of a rich witch. She should be able to afford to pop on down to Kmart and pick one up, they go pretty cheap these days. Also if she's magic why can't she make a spell that allows her to be irresistable to men, I know thats what I'd do. Rons ok. There something about that ginga hair and challenging facial expressions that you can't help but love. Like Lacey says "You just want to put him in a cage and poke him with a stick" As for the other characters~ I find them to be a bit un-stereotypical. I mean wheres the jock magican, or the sluts? Every school has them, I know that better than most.

So anyway. I googled "Death Harry Potter 6th Book Spoiler" and the first link said "...this shit because Hermione finally dies in the book..." and I was so relieved! Screw a hair straightner! She's gonna need a whole lot more then that to bring her back! And that made me pretty happy, I'm not a fan of chess nerds.
But then to my dismay and horror I found out its Dumbledore that dies. PHESH! Who cares!!! He's like 202 years old! It was his time I say!!! And then aparently people have been crying about this!?!? I have one question: If he's so powerful why didn't he make a potion to bring himself back to life with a note saying 'Harry I am your father. Give this to me when I die and I will be brought back to life, and we can go to baseball games and play rugby- no Sniditch or whatever its called. Thanks Honeybun, your loving father Dumble-bee"

Yeah, thats how I'd do it. Stupid people.
Nyah! Get stuffed.

2005-07-10T17:09:00.000+12:00

Hey, I haven't posted for a while because I've had my plate filled by the foods of a) working (I did 12 hours yesterday! and b) de-destroying my hair (convinced to put white streaks through it....bigggggg mistake)

So anyway,
here are some sights- no sites I enjoyed:

http://www.themonsterengine.com/art.html

http://www.worldoflongmire.com/features/romance_novels/

That should keep u going for a bit.

Bats!!!

2005-07-03T16:38:00.000+12:00

Bats 2
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Me and Sam from the production. See below for link to more photos.

Bats!

2005-07-03T16:32:00.000+12:00

Bats!
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Tracey (tourist) Sam (Brat) Markus (Original count Dracula) me (Zsa Zsa) and James (Mr. Drac)

Bats!!!!

2005-07-03T16:05:00.000+12:00

Thanks to Sam: Pictures from the production! Bats! Check them out here. Gotta love that girl.

Cough....spit spit

2005-06-29T15:19:00.000+12:00

Ahahaha I haven't been online for like 2 weeks (*GASP*) because "the internet was down" but actually a check had been lost in the mail and so they had cut us off, and to really ice the cake: All it took to reconnect it was a 2 minute phone call (thanks ileanna). Ahhh how much of an idiot am I?

Anyway:

The best joke I did hear today, ok here goes:

Two men are talking at a bar. "I walked into my 15 year olds room the other day and found a pack of contraceptive pills," one said, "I didn't even know my daughter was having sex" "yeah I know how you feel," said the other, "I walked into my daughters room the other night and found a pack of condoms, I didn't even know she had a penis"

Ok, well I enjoyed it anyway.

Woo hoo Bats tonight, show number 2. So far I have screwed up thrice:

1) Hit a low in my solo (yes you heard correct, I hit a low!)
2) Made my glasses fall off my head (should be a crime in its own right)
3) Bullied Scott (apoligies Scott)

Anyway,
Ummm bye!

Filo, my love.

2005-06-13T19:09:00.000+12:00

Today marks the farewell of a truly beloved friend.
My black FILO schoolbag passed away in the early hours of yesterday afternoon. I have wrote him a letter to help me in this darkened time, here it is.

To Filo, my beloved schoolbag.

We met in early 2002, I was but a budding youngin, you a black schoolbag. We were always on a first name basis. You called me Nadia and I called you Schoolbag.
I was always bright and eager to carry you to school, it had been that way for years. And then one day your left zipper broke. It wasn't a big deal though, you still carried my books like a young lad should. But things slowly went downhill didn't they?

After the zipper incident of 03 you became more and more fragile. Your straps broke, and then some rungs in your zip broke and so you would only zip up 3/4 of the way, and no more. I accidently left a roast kumara in you one day, and then remembered it a few months later but it was too late, so your front pocket was out of use.
And then two days ago something terrible happened. Your left zipper broke off and I could no longer close you. You were being held together by right zipper, just a weakling. I suspected worse things to come. And then yesternoon you died and all my books fell out of you. So we threw you in the trash. You might even be at the dump as I type, being eaten away by seagulls and ripped by hobos, who knows?
I certainly don't, Silo, but I do know one thing.
I miss you.
I miss the way you could only hold half my books and so I left the heavier ones at home, I miss the way you were slightly molding at the sides, I miss the way you made my books go all yellow at the edges, I miss the way you smelt from that roast kumara, and the way no matter how lightly I placed you down my lunchbox would always end up cracked and I miss the way you were always so easily placed within the branhces of a tree, out of my reach but not normal peoples.
May you rest in peace and serve as a nice pillow for the homeless,
From your friend,
Nadezheda.

Today I walked to school with fingerless gloves because I was cold. I was walking in the gutter because its the only place the frost hadn't reached. My hair was messy on account of the fact I don't own a hairbrush. I was making loud noises as aposed to talking because, well, its what I always do. And I was carrying a plastic Postie Plus bag with my stuff in it.
Lets summerise that:

Fingerless gloves, in the gutter, messy hair, mumbling, plastic bag filled with belongings...

Yes, I have become a hobo.

Needles OHHHH YEAHHHH!!!!!

2005-06-07T18:18:00.000+12:00

Woo hoo hoo. Our shots got postponed!

Man I really am going to have to strangle Ashleigh (thank god she doesn't have any interest in my site) she is being such a Knob Cake!
Back when she wasn't totally lezzy she came roller-blading (I used to be very cool) and smashed face first into a pole and needed like 7 stiches, but was ok to walk the 20 minutes uphill back to my home and then watch TV for an hour before convincing us to take her to the doctor (where she got her 7 stitches!). So one could assume she was a brave wee dumpling.
But if one assumed that then one would be oh so very very wrong! In fact one would be in a bit of a reverse splender for assuming such a thing and might need to be cooked on a spittle.
Today Ashleigh decided she has an immense phobia of needles, so strong that she needed to remind us of this newly found fear every 2.8 seconds. Lacey, too, fears needles. This is a rational fear. Rational meaning acceptable to my standards- Lacey has always feared jabs, pinches, punches, other pain enduring/ blood drawing objects and has this tendancy to faint when approached by such things.
On the other hand, Ashleigh is a knob.

So yeah, she ruffled my feathers today. I tried explaining to her that running face first into a pole at 120km/ph is a rational fear (actually happened) and being covered in petrol in a gas station freak accident and having the first layer of cells in your eyes peeled away is equally as rational (also happened, my god Ashleigh!) but fearing an injection that lasts 5 seconds and is rewarded with a lollipop and a hug from an oversized and slightly balding lady is not (well the needle part isn't anyway)

On a different note: We told Jordana you get the choice of either having the needle in your arm or sitting on a chair with the syringe sticking straight up....

Sadly she took us seriously.

2005-06-06T15:34:00.000+12:00

Hey Guys!
Sorry once again, and then once more after that last time, SORRY!

Ok, Lacey came up here for the long weekend (queens birthday after all) and because she is from middlemarch (Population: 30, Population that isn't lacey and her family: 11) she stayed the whole weekend.
So on Saturday night we just watched movies, snore snore, But on sunday we had the gang around and we played games and sung songs!

Anyway, the point of my story (i will summarise)

Long weekend, Lacey, Videos, Shopping, Many Photos, Put them up later, Goodbye. I'm signing off. *sigh* This is a burden.

Star Wars Episode III

2005-06-03T13:39:00.002+12:00

You know its Winter in Dunedin when your fridge is warmer then your kitchen.

Snow, Snow, Snow.

Personality Test

2005-06-02T20:56:00.000+12:00

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Empathy	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	90%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Wealth	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	90%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Food indulgent	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%

Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.

Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

trait snapshot:
messy, outgoing, open, self revealing, ambivalent about chaos, unpredictable, not good at saving money, social, likes large parties, likes to stand out, risk taker, quick to make friends, does not like to be alone, rash, fame seeking, sarcastic, craves attention, social chameleon, low self control, food lover, not rule conscious, weird, assertive, not a perfectionist, anti-authority, thrill seeker, vain, likes to fit in, reckless, emotionally sensitive, leisurely, trusting

Take the Test!

Nadezheda sez: Woot woot, impressive!

Itai! ~Translation= Ouch!

2005-06-02T20:12:00.000+12:00

OOOOOOOOOooooooooooo every time I move I make that noise! Well because you see I was jumping on my friends (the ultimate joke in my mind) and I pulled the muscle in my neck so now I need a wheelchair, or like a forklift.

Anyway.

Ooooooo (thats my realisation noise) Have you seen my links update? I'm trying to get as many up there as possible so if you know any that fit into those catergories then get them up!

Also I'd like to take some time to tell you these two things:

*I've got photos from Ileannas formal and Jana's too up on my photo site, so check that out.

*I was screaming in the shower and it sounded like a note in a really annoying voice! I'll show you:

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Good huh? I just gotta get that "fran fine" outta it.

NADIA IS BORING!

Nyah.

TOO COLD

2005-05-31T13:06:00.000+12:00

Me....
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

It is so cold! Why is it so cold?!? Its SO cold! OMG! But then, would it truly be a Dunedin winter without it being -200degrees outside? Alas, no, I do not think so.
I think my fingers are gonna fall off. My hands are so cold!

Ok so I wrote that five minutes ago right? Then I went off and found a sock to use as a glove.
Upside: Sock fits like a glove.
Downside: Cannot scroll or type and push buttons. Just accidently signed myself up for a survey?

Ok, I think its time the sock goes off.

Next Tuesday the 7th.

2005-05-30T16:19:00.000+12:00

I realise its been almost a week (*gulp*) but I've had so much on my hands the past 6 days that I haven't even been able to squeeze in time for this site! Even if I don't have anything to write about.

Well next Tuesday the 7th is sketched in blood on my calender as the official "doomsday". The reason I so violently displayed next Tuesday the 7th on my calender is because next Tuesday the 7th is the day we get our Meningistus Immunisation shots.
Ok so I consider myself to be a bit of a toughy, right? So the thought of being jabbed by a needle doesn't scare me at all. This may be because I have done it numerous times sewing my skirt in Fabrics class, but it could also be because we used to find it highly amusing, when we were young, to attach badges to the skin on our hands (intoxicated by the daily dose of Vitamin C shoved down our throats during Primary School.)
So if I find injections the equivalent to tree sap in the morning, then why is Tuesday the 7th such a horrific day to me?
You see, recently in the North Island kids have been getting sick and dropping off like flys. Some people believe it is because these kids have an extremly rare allergie to Meningitus injections. The likelyhood of anyone having this reaction is very rare, therefore the chance that one of the students at our school has the same allergie is like 1/100,000,000,000,000,000.08 (ie: its possible my auntys next doors neighbours cousins friend Joe's sisters midwifes dogs original owners friend Bettys daughter may have it, but probably not)
Unfortunatly for me and the rare few (2, maybe 3) who are intelligent at our school are having a hard time convincing the other 1007 students that they will be fine.
EVERYONE at our school is panicking, I even heard one girl talking about making a petition for people to not get their shots!
On top of this, my good friend Lacey is amazingly squirmish. And it seems every chance there is she faints!
Argghhhhh! Bloody tuesday the bloody 7th! Why doth thou torture me so?!?

Arrrgggghhhhhh crazy cat lady

2005-05-24T21:33:00.000+12:00

Thats it! I've gone verio isnanio....and now I speak Mexican! I'm nato- and then an english man says "I duu beleve you ahh suhh" (translate: I do believe you are sir, haha, those english!)
Isn't it tragic when you learn to write your name at 2, words at 3, poetry at 6 and websites at 14 (15? How old was I?) yet when it comes to writing one effin article for one effin magazine you hit blanks.
I'm in a state of very very madness!
Warning: Do not disturb.

And I just found out my dads left arrow key doesn't work either. Can this day get any worse?

Answer: Yes it can.

Yesterfriday.

2005-05-22T11:11:00.000+12:00

New photos from last night.

May 21 05~Shiver me timbers!

2005-05-21T15:28:00.000+12:00

I'm pretty cold right now. We just had netball and we won! And today the ball went into the hoop for me, which makes a nice change. But the sad thing about our game is that I played the entire thing with my top on inside out....which is very nerdy....

So anyway,
Nyah! Its work for me today 6-11pm. I hate closing shift because we get all the drunks in here and they yell things and always smell like compost .

I don't have much to say today actually. Its Saturday, I might start making my titles date-less, ummmm Dolly Magazine is looking for a teen writer to write a coloum for them so I might try out for that.

I recently added someone else to my "little black book of good people" and that is Yannick from somewhere exotic.

Why did he get added? Well because of this.

Noticed this site. Its impressive because he talks about scones. And I totally get why. Who likes scones? Nobody likes scones.

Ok, thats all for today. Uhhhhhhhhh I'm so annoying today!
Here's some Russian for you, first to decode it gets 100 points:

Привет, как вы?
жаль вы делайте нет получать 100 точки потому что был ложь!
до свидания!

Nadezheda

Listerine PocketPaks

2005-05-18T22:16:00.000+12:00

Hey guys!!! (<----Perky?!?!)
Ok so anyway. Man, today I bought those semi-new CinnaBurst Listerine PocketPaks, you know those Cinnaminty-fresh paper strips that dissolve in your mouth.
Well, they are good! Very tasty except if you're planning on eating them then I have 5 rules for you to follow (speaking from experience)

1) If you're planning on folding them into origami like I did then plan ahead. If you're hands are sweaty and clammy like mine are then this probably isn't the best of ideas. They react to moisture. Also CinnaBurst paper aeroplanes don't fly...

2) They're very spicy so it's best not to stick them all in your mouth at once. I did. They got stuck to the roof of my mouth and to my tongue bar. I can no longer taste bread, rice and a variety of Dairy products.

3) Because they are so spicy its proabably not the most intelligent idea seeing how many you can stick in your mouth. Even if you can get 6 in there before you pass out.

4) Unless you use a fork to eat them, rubbing your eyes is not a good idea either.

5) As funny as it may seem, sticking them up your nose isn't smart. They react to moisture... and noses have much moisture.... I can no longer smell Curry cooking, or beef in the morning.

All up I give Listerine PocketPaks in CinnaBurst a 9/10 for being tasty but a 1/10 for being idiot proof.

Yeah.

2005-05-18T20:29:00.000+12:00

O to be talented....and 8.... and called Akiane....CLICK ME!

16 May 05~Hey guys!

2005-05-16T19:58:00.000+12:00

Just doing a bit of an update frenzy! Ok, here goes:

I have new photos up on my photo site, including pictures of ileanna and myself rather tipsy and the photos from Stage Challenge.

I'm still hooked on Hot Or Not, but I took down my picture because it made me feel vain....then I put it back up, what the hell ah?

Anywhoo,

Where are all my loyals gone? *Very Sad Face*
Come back!!!!

Keep those links rolling!!!

"Happiness is knowing when Star Wars Episode III comes out....and where I'll be at 12:01 that day" Haha, good one random guy.

Sunday, date unknown~ Title, also unknown.

2005-05-15T20:26:00.000+12:00

I've been searching the internet far and wide as of late and I found a couple of sites you might find interesting.
I took the liberty of posting them up here with my insightful comment into what makes them so great. None of the following sites bribed me with candy, money or sexual favours. Well one did but I turned it down (he lives in Montana)

24 to Life talking about Hobos Amazing that I would find a man (?) that is so much like me. Actually nothing like me at all but when it comes to hobos 24 to Life sure knows what he's talking about. I give this part of his site four stars! Haven't read anything else in his site though, I'm much too busy.

iSketch Omg iSketch where have you been all my life!?! I bet the person who invented iSketch and the person who invented Bullet Trains are the same person. Who else would have that much genious?!? If you love Pictionary (and honestly, who doesn't?) then you'll love iSketch. Sadly doesn't seem to want to work on Firefox browsers, back to Explorer for me then.

Ok so I lied before, I actually only found two sites, but thats not to say I'm not trying!
So I'm going now anyway, gotta go watch TV in front of the fire considering its -1000 degrees outside.

Before I go, why the rush on Friday? By that I mean: I had heaps of newbies come see my site on Friday! Was it linked somewhere? Did someone tell them about it? Did they read my giant sign written in Mules instructing them to visit my site or else the Apoclypse would surely arise? I dunno, answer if you can.

The best answer to a question you dont actually know the answer to: "Is this really what you wanted to ask me?"

Honestly, gets them every time.

13 May 05~Friday 13th

2005-05-13T20:23:00.000+12:00

What to write about today. My life as I know it has become this never ending hole of pure and absolute boredom. Once upon a time the world excited me. I could find interest in such obscure thing as a letter home or being disruptive in shopping warehouses.
But now nothing seems to interest me more then lying in bed all day while munching out on food I know will go straight to my theighs and ultimately ignoring the outside world. Once, when people used to ask me "How was your day" I'd reply in a manner not unsimilar to that of Jan Brady "It was fabulous! I saw a bird and ate frank furters and made the world a better place with my smile and cheery disposition" but now when asked that fatal question I reply with a depressive "Don't smile like that, its unnatural. And the sun reflecting of your whites is hurting my head. Now go away, I need some alone time" and then follow that with a chuck of my half eaten chesseburger or whats left of a packet of Tim Tams.
I don't know whats brung on this sudden change of outlook on the world but I think perhaps I might be here some time....

10 May 05~Sorry I'm getting slack.

2005-05-10T17:48:00.000+12:00

OMG how much does Mandy look like me?!?!
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

I haven't posted in a while I know, I've just been so tired! So much food on my plate right now!
Anyway, I'm trying my best to get things up here daily/at regular intervals. Uhhhhh you're wondering bout the pic? Its not me, believe it or not! It's my (once) identical hair twin, now identical photo twin Amanda. Scary resemblance huh? I'm sure I've pulled that face before too, eeerie.
Anyway, better get on with this whole "living" buisness. I'll try post something remotely interesting tomorrow, fingers crossed.
Thanks for reading!
Dezh*

7 May 05~Woah, Hot or Not!!!!

2005-05-07T21:59:00.000+12:00

I have found possibly the most addictive site in the world! Well in my world as such.
Its called Hot or Not, and is very superficial and vain. But we love superficial and vain obviously because this site is the Pringles, it honestly is. Once you pop you can't stop.
So at first I was like "ok, he's average, thats a 5. Oh yip, average, she's definatly a 5. Oh that guys ok, 5" e.t.c but then I started to get a little ruthless! I started going "Oh, no wait, my last 5 is better then this 5, he can be a 4. Oh this girl has yellow teeth, she's a 3. I don't like the way that girl is looking at the camera, thats a 3" It kinda snowballed outta control! One guy I gave a 1, the lowest possible score, just because he was wearing a sweater vest. What kind of person am I? I hope he doesn't hunt me down and kill me.
So now its 10:03pm and I've been rating random strangers I don't know for the past 210 minutes.
I even feel slightly drawn to the thought of putting my own picture up there!
See if you can spot it, extra marks if you give me a score higher then 5 HAHA.

6 May 05~Dog Girl

2005-05-06T11:04:00.000+12:00

We have this girl at school who has no mates. She walks around by herself with her one true companion, her Dog Pencil Case.
So most people wouldn't mind strange little girl with pencil except you have to because of one thing.
She talks to her pencilcase....and she feeds it paper.....and last week she was shaking it around and crying saying "someone help, my dogs sick"
But the thing weirdest of all about Doggy Girl is that she isn't mentally challenge nor is she handicapped.

Just weird.

5 May 05~Substitutes

2005-05-05T17:47:00.000+12:00

Have you ever had a substitute teacher who has made you happy you didn't wag school that day?
Well I had one today called Mr. Piggot who shall remain nameless and he made me SO happy I didn't wag because Mr. Piggot is Bigfoot. You heard correct.
So we had BF for English and we're reading State Ward about a boy who goes to those prison thingys for- not the point, continuing.
So we had him for English and he was mad at me because he walked over to my desk to find me chewing gum, while texting on my phone while writing notes to Charlie and Daniel sitting in front of me.
So he said "Wow you are so intelligent" (no lies, thats what he said) and so I said "Uhhh yip" but aparently he was not finished because he continued "You are so intelligent to be able to chew and text and write notes, all of which are not permitted in class, while reading your book. That really is clever. Perhaps you would like to show your talents to Mrs. Rucastle?" (FIY Mrs Rucastle= 4'2 Devil) and so I replied "Ummmmm no.....no, not really...." and he kinda left me alone.
Anyway, as he was walking back to his desk I noticed something peculiar on his neck (no it wasn't his head)
He had the thickest forest of hair on his neck! It was sooooooo gross! He had more hair on his neck then on his head! So we sat there, Lace, Ash, Daniel, Charlie and I, and we laughed till we grew abs.
But then a thought occured:
If he has that much hair on his neck, imagine the hair on his back.....and further south!!!!!!

Gross. Anyway, so yeah, thought I'd share my Big Foot discovery with you guys. Tell me if you've ever had a sub like ours, I'd like to hear.

Bye.

3 May 05~Ooo La La!

2005-05-03T15:34:00.000+12:00

Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Isn'this splendid?!? Look at the lovely velvet defination, and her hair, that must've taken hours!
We got this in our mail because someone thought we might want to buy ourselves a "Long Velvet Lounger", and at $84.95 who wouldn't!
I'm not sure if you can read that caption but here's what it says:

Experience a cuddly softness like never before...evreyone will love how the lounger catches the light...combine total comfort with pure elegance.

Ha! *sigh* Happy times are ahead with my new lounger.

2 May 05~Link

2005-05-02T16:22:00.000+12:00

Suicide Bunny ~ I dunno, there's something midly amusing about an adorable wee white rabbit violently commiting suicide. Is it just my sadistic sense of humor or is this funny? Not hilerious but defintaly worth a mention.
Do not click if you think suicidal rabbits is bad.

2 May 05~Wannabes

2005-05-02T15:40:00.000+12:00

Wannabes
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Singing comp in the mall. I was in it. Ok so last time I sung in a comp it was Zm Idol (a radio station Idol contest thingy) and I got into the top 20 out of all the school in Dunedin which was fabulous. So then I got on stage and strummed away at my guitar....got to the last chorus.....mucked up my strumming.....and then went "Sh*T!!!" really loudly into the microphone...

Ok so I don't think I'll get in again somehow.
But anyway, this was wannabes and thats the sign my sister, Jana and Deidre made fore me, aren't they lovely?
Its going to be on TV as well so I'll see if I can get that clip up here when it does.

30 April 05~Last night....again

2005-04-30T11:27:00.000+12:00

See most of the time I tell you guys 85% of my life and keep the 15% which is personal thingy things to myself.
But on a rare occasion I have to reverse my ways and tell you only 15%, and that's the 15% that will keep you sleeping at night.
So last night is one of those occasions.
Heres 15%:

*Went to Christianos birthday Party with Ileanna
*Drunk a tad too much
*Came home to find that the top and jersey I was wearing both weren't mine, but wasn't half as bad as...
*...came home to find the pants weren't either.

So yeah, there's my 15%, hope you enjoyed.
I wanna start an email thingy whatsit. Do you reckon if I did you would want to receive weekly emails?
Anyway, give me your opinion (on my email idea, not my indecentcy <--- how do you spell that anyway?)
Ciao.

28 April 05~Gifted and Talented.

2005-04-28T21:59:00.000+12:00

Did I tell you about my letter from the school?
Well on the last friday before the last one (the 5th I think) I got a letter from the school addressed to "Parent or Caregiver of Nadezheda S" so naturally I opened it, expecting it to say something along the lines of "yada yada yada Nadia's been bad.....blah blah.....disruptive.....small attension span.....no concentration what-so-ever....have to take further actions.....will be stood down" you know the drill.
So I was pleasantly surprised to find instead it said "Nadia is gifted and talented in the areas of Art and Mathematics. Enclosed is a form which we would like you to fill out" and then this form with all these thingys on it. I took the liberty of writing down some of them as they are, and then in blue how they apply to myself:

Music
* Has good sense of rhythm Doesn't stand on her own feet.
* Is well co-ordinated Colour of pants matches color of top
*Discriminates musical and other sounds well Can make cat noises
*Understands musical relationships Understands that you don't strum a flute
*Enjoys musical activities Will get up and shake her butt round
*Responds readily to rhythm Will get up and shake her butt round
*Makes original tunes Sings in tests and exams
Drama
*Uses voice to reflect changes in mood Throws tantrums
*Communicates feelings by means of facial expressions, gestures and bodily movements Knows how to pull the fingers and 'F*@k Off' in Sign Language
*Enjoys evoking emotional responses from listeners People laugh when she makes the teacher cry.
Art
*Draws a variety of objects Squares and Triangles
* Puts depth into drawing, showing planning and good proportion Draws fingers on her stickmen
*Treats art seriously and enjoys it Likes fingerpainting and paint fights
*Pursues art in spare time Attends most of her after school art detensions
*Is interested in other peoples art, both appreciating it and criticising it Draws horns on others work when its better then hers.
*Likes to model 3D with clay, soap, plasticine e.t.c Mud, dirt, e.t.c
Leadership
*Can motivate others Has resorted to violence on occasions
*Can articulate ideas clearly Stutters slightly, but uses violence to get her ideas across
*Can adopt non-leadership roles within a group Is a control freak
Psychomotor Ability
*Is Athletic Walks to work when its not cold or too early/late in the day
*Likes to play physically Likes to play tackle in any gaming situation ie. Netball
*Has a suitable body build Needs to lose her "holiday" weight
*Is energetic Caffine guzzler
*Is independant Secretly carries a blanky
General intellectual ability
*Is an avid reader Read a book once in yr 7, didn't like it much.
*Has an avid interest in literature and grammer Makes up words
*Is secure emotionally Pills keep her mental breakdowns less obvious
*Needs little outside control- applies self discipline Needs to be smacked daily

I wonder how mum will fill it out...

28 April 05~Toto

2005-04-28T20:47:00.000+12:00

To whoever it interests (possibly none of you) I finally found the name of that song I was looking for.
It's Hold The Line by Toto, from the 70's.

Phew, glad to get that off my chest.

27 April 05~Lacey Goes Wild.

2005-04-27T11:32:00.000+12:00

Lace goes wild
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

So yesterday Lacey came up for the day and night. Well the thing I love about Lace is that no matter what I say to her, or how completely and utterly insane my idea of fun is, she still sticks by me. By that I mean: When I came up with the brilliant idea of reeking havoc in The Warehouse (big big department store in case you were wondering) she didn't question my ideas but rather just went along with it.
Here was the result ---->

So what we did was went around, trying on mens clothes, putting on the testers and riding the giant stuffed animals.
Then I thought it'd be a good idea to take pxt of Laceys phones of our adventures.
This is just one of 10 or so, definatly my favourite though.

27 April 05~Nikolai

2005-04-27T10:37:00.000+12:00

Nikolai, my brother, has a dilemma.
His favourite pair of socks have recently aquired a new hole, the third edition.
Theres one hole in the heel of his sock, the original hole that you put your foot into, and now a hole on the top from when he's worn his sock upside down.
Now most people wouldn't worry bout such a thing but Nikolai does because of this:
When getting dressed in the morning, Nikolai reaches under his bed and grabs his favourite pair of blue ankle socks. One is in mint condition, if not a bit smelly, but the other is 3-hole Sally. So Nikolai gets confused as to what hole to put his foot into and sometimes ends up in a very uncomfortable situation.
So now when Nikolai places his foot into his sock he feels around the hole for the elastic.
Only then can he know truly what hole his foot belongs.

27 April 05~ Aunty Elaine arrives today.

2005-04-27T09:49:00.000+12:00

You remember Aunty Elaine from my Christmas posts?
Well read here if you have forgotten the pain we all endured, and the suffering...
Well anyway, I'll try to update you all at regular intervals throughout her stay....of 5 days......!!!

Please someone save me.

23 April 05~Been a while, hasn't it?

2005-04-23T20:30:00.000+12:00

Well hasn't it? Perhaps it just seems like longer then it is because of the vast lack of civilization I was experiencing while away.
Darkest corners of south-east Asia? The deepest pits of the Pacific Ocean? My mothers closet?
Actually no, I was on a farm working for my G.Dad.
So he's a millionaire right? Owns 7.465 whatever million dollars worth of farmland....
Yet when we went to buy cleaning products to wash his windows with, he refused with a look of what can only be described as pure and utter disgust and told me that we needed no such thing. Why? Because we were going to use wet newspaper.
Ok so I've gotta cut my G.Dad a little slack because he is after all my mothers father, so thats one explaination behind it, but he was also born a very long time ago and possibly followed a star to a manger.
So I can kinda forgive him for wanting to use traditional window cleaning methods....except that his house has more windows then I have lice. And you know thats a lot of windows.
And turns out newspaper isn't the best cleaning product after all if your windows are covered in the result of seagulls and other large birds eating far too many berries.....I don't think I need to paint you a picture of that one.
So it took a while anyway. But I did other jobs too, like mowing lawns and cooking and things. And he paid me which will get me that one step further to Japan, so it didn't turn out all too badly in the end.
So thats where I've been in case you were wondering...which I know you weren't.
Tragic.

23 April 05~What the?!?!?

2005-04-23T19:07:00.000+12:00

You Are 35% Normal

(Occasionally Normal)

You sure do march to your own beat...

But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all

You think on a totally different wavelength

And it's often a chore to get people to understand you

How Normal Are You?

Only 35% Normal?!?! I find that very hard to believe. What about all the normal things I do that they don't know about (I don't actually know who I'm refering to when I say "they")

And check this out:

You May Be a Bit Antisocial ...

Antisocial? That may be a bit of an understatement.

You think rules are meant to be broken - and with gusto!

Having no fear, you don't even think about consequences.

But people love you anyway... you've got a boatload of charm.

What Personality Disorder Are You?

Woah, so not antisocial! I hate being by myself...I fear being alone....
And to finish off this evening?

Nadezheda Silvanna S Aliases

Your movie star name: Seasame Seed Crackers John

Your fashion designer name is Nadezheda Lodon

Your socialite name is Dezhdee Doo Paris

Your fly girl / guy name is N S*

Your detective name is Pig KVC

Your barfly name is Bread Vodka

Your soap opera name is Silvanna Otaihanga

Your rock star name is Whales Train

Your star wars name is Nadben Simmat

Your punk rock band name is The Happy Spork

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Yip that about sums me up.....

23 April 05~Lances once again.

2005-04-23T18:49:00.000+12:00

Notice how at least once a week I end up at Lances for a Singstar party? I know why though, its coz he's a smooth sailor.
So thats where I was last night (the previous nights I was on the farm) and it was really fun.
But of course it was fun, isn't it always?
Oh, I decided that its not buses that cause mayhem, its me. Well last time I went to Lances for SSP Lance L (different Lance) grabbed my skirt because he thought it was a cushion and began tugging it, trying to get it off me. Well he claimed that he thought it was a cushion and I was just sitting on it, but I know about his secret skirt fetish....
So last night I sat down on what I thought was a cushion...and lance's hand was smoothered by what he thought was a cushion....making any calculations here?
So I sat on Lances hand and after that accidently put my butt on Hannahs head.
Anyway,
It's really nippy noodles outside tonight and I staying at Ashleighs and then going on our annual Stalking Fest at the local supermarket tomorrow so I better get packing I suppose.
C4N (ciao for now)

Dezh*

18th April 05~Todays findings.

2005-04-18T22:04:00.000+12:00

While scavanging round found this cool site. It turned my post totally Gangstar yo'

This post became

Sunday

17th April 05~Novice.

You know someones an rappa when they hizzle "Goodle News" n "Edit-Me" hustla they links bar.
Its not a difficult T-to-tha-izzask, spendin' isn't. I would know, I'm some sort of saggin' genious.

Represent! He obviously doesn't know how white I am...yo' (god I'm so white)

18th April 05~"Ewwww", "yuck", and "thats disgusting"

2005-04-18T19:47:00.000+12:00

These days, hopping on the bus is just a drama waiting to happen. So you must have already heard about the time we saw our bus driver wearing ladys silky knickers, and the time I was forced to resort to name calling with another difficult bus driver? So today I got back from town by bus and it was a catasrophe all over again.
As I was getting off the bus I looked to my left and what did I see? A disgustingly revolting man with glasses and a bald spot with long grey hair at the sides and a 6 o'clock shadow. Thats how I knew he was a disgusting man. Now how did I know he was a disgusting freak? Well he was wearing a ladys jacket, heels and a grey skirt and wouldn't stop staring at me. Just staring beneath hideous reading glasses. As if he thought by staring at me that would make him seem more attractive and then I would want to date him and we could live together and throw insane partys and we would be 2005's hott couple.
Yuck! He was so disgusting that I almost wanted to carve my eyes out with drawing pin, just so I didn't have to look at him/her.....ummmm it.
What? Do I have some sort of weirdo attracting aura around my head? Do I send of some sort of whistle that only losers can hear, like a dog?!? Maybe I'm too friendly? Is that whats doing it? Coz the saddest thing about todays tragic bus tale is that Baldy McLadysclothes isn't the first.

17th April 05~Novice.

2005-04-17T17:43:00.000+12:00

You know someones an amatuer when they have "Goodle News" and "Edit-Me" under their links bar.
Its not a difficult task, linking isn't. I would know, I'm some sort of linking genious.

16 April 05~Tonight we're gonna rock and roll.

2005-04-16T20:58:00.000+12:00

Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

I am slightly depressed currently. I looked at my stats and saw that many "first timers" had visited me and myself on Friday night. So I thought I had done something ultra cool and super Groovy that everyone might have wanted to see.
But it turns out that the reason I had so many people at NadezhedaS.com on Friday was not because of my elaborate typing, innocent charm or witty sense of humor but because my dad had posted a link to my site on his post on his site.
So that was a bit sad. But my lack of wanted visitors inspired me to start a mission. My mission is to get my site linked on as many other sites as possible. I'm gonna need your help. Help me in my "Aid for the most Linkage" by getting all your friends/family/co-workers/pets I dunno, everyone, to link my site on their site.
I've already started my quest. So far my site is linked on the following.

The Age of Unreason. My dads webpage. He generally talks about adult stuff that I'm much too thick to understand but on the occasion that I do, he seems to be a pretty funny man. Perhaps he is the bud of the flower that is my pure comic genius. Perhaps he began and fuels my love for literature in relation to NadezhedaS.com Perhaps his name is Andy. The answer to these 'perhaps's we may never know.

Amy's Amazing Links. Some girl, possibly of Canadian or English breed, whom I don't know, linked me on her site of links. I felt very special when I stumbled upon this. Unfortunatly she's mislead her audience to believe I am English/Canadian too. I dunno, maybe somewhere down the S* family tree I am, but right now my parents have breeded me into a mix most commonly known as Rasian. Which has nothing to do with neither Canadians, Brits or dried grapes.

I'd like to continue except thats actually it. But as you may well know, 2 is better then none and also the number of kids I won't have.
So thats my mission, and your mission too.

14th April 05~Wannabes

2005-04-16T20:56:00.000+12:00

Wow! It's been over 24 hours since I sung at the Meridian Mall!! 24 hours!!! Thats a long time! So yeah. Wannabes is over and done and I didn't get anywhere but I had the best time. My friends and Ileanna were fantastic, they screamed and made me feel loved. So that made it a cool night. So if Ileanna, Jana, Kelsi, Lacey, Becky, Cris, Alana, Diamond, Kotahi, Lisa, Fran, Mata, Ngatwaine, or Bex are reading this then you guys actually do rock the socks off my sox. And Ileanna and Jana made a massive banner for me which was the best thing ever. Once Jana puts the pictures on her site I'll show you.
Then after that some of my loyal supporters came back here and we made Pancakes. Actually Jana made pancakes (maybe its a German thing? I dunno, but her pancakes were the best pancakes I have ever tasted. Yummy Scrumboes!!!) and Kels, Lacey and I ate, and Ileanna lit our pan on fire.

14 April 05~Tonights Ride In....with the LAW!

2005-04-16T19:57:00.000+12:00

So who heard about my run in with the law previously? I suspect it was all over the news. I'm awaiting my call by CNN, any day now.
Well if any of you are reading this by candlelight from a dark ledge in the Tropics or from the innards of a cave somewhere in Europe or....then you won't know what I'm talking about (you may not even if you aren't) so I better sketch in those missing details.

Well. Coming home from town last night was Jana, me and Ileanna, Kelsi, Lacey and Cris. We decided to catch a bus because it would only be one zone and at either a childrens or a students fare would come to around $4.00.
So we got on the bus and the driver would refuse to let us on as children or students! He said that without this years student ID we couldn't be charged students fares, and he even refused to look at Kelsi's drivers license or last years student ID. He told us that not only would he make us pay for full adult bus tickets, he'd also charge us for 2 zones because aparently they squeezed another zone in somewhere along the way.
Now on a normal day I'm a CCC person (remember the ad? Cool, calm, collected?) but he really boiled my kettle doing that. To be an adult when it comes to Buses you must be over 18. Now correct me if I am wrong but I don't think any of us looked particularly mature, especially not so mature that we could possibly be charged the extra 20c each.
You probably think I was being a prat over a measly 20c but I can correctly inform you that I was not! It wasn't about the 20c at all, it was about morals. And I found the bus driver to be a twit.
So after that I asked ever so politely (and in the youngest sounding voice I could) how old you had to be to qualify as an adult (knowing full well it was older then we were) and do you know what twitman replied?
He said "Do you want to get a ride or do you want me to kick you off my bus, because I will!"....!!!
Kick us off his ugly little bus? I don't think so! We didn't really want to go on the bus anyway.
But we paid the full adult fare none-the-less, who are we to complain.
Except I have no manners and won't give up without a fight. So as we exited the bus I looked at the ugly twit busdriver and said the 'A' word....naughty naughty naughty. But I was mad and it needed to be done. How dare he ruin my pleasant memories of previous bus drivers! He put 'Silky Panty Bum' driver to shame! And thats saying a lot, the man wore silky panties for goodness sake.
I don't think I have fully recovered from last nights bus incident actually. I need emotional counciling...

I need to eat.

13 April 2005~OMG YAY YAY AND AGAIN YAY

2005-04-13T20:58:00.000+12:00

Yay! and again Yay, in fact more then that yay times a villion (you know its a big number)
I got my result thingys back from my audition......I GOT THE LEAD!!!!

THATS THE ULTIMATE!!!

I got a solo and some duets and heapsa lines and its all round a great part! The very part I wanted. I'm soooo happy.
Lets all cheer for me. On three I need a "Nadia, you rock the socks off the fox"
Ok, 1....2.....3....

*cough*

Fine I will do it.

I ROCK THE SOCKS OFF THE FOX!!!! Hahaha good one Nadia.

Also you will notice that the visitors are streaming in by the....10's.....these days so I decided to put my Guestmap back.
So if you have a spare minute and want to make a sad old coot excited then click it and place a note.
My counters different too....Emma and Julie having marital problems perhaps?
Who knows.
Enjoy your night.

*HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM*

12 April 05~ I HEART AMELIA

2005-04-12T20:02:00.000+12:00

Amelia
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

The long awaited "3000-th customer" dedication to Amelia page.
Ok here goes.

Back back, way long ago, when my stats were still in the 2999's a girl called Amelia (pictured on the right) visited my dearest site.
She was but a younging.
And she was customer number 3000.
So I told her I'd dedicate a page at nadezhedas.blogspot.com for her.
And here it is.

Vital stats:

Name: Amelia
Height: Very tall
Weight: Not very much at all.
Why shes my friend: She's a silly silly girl.
Why we HEART her: She's Amelia!

Ok, so its not much of a page but I'm actually doing "homework" right now.

HAHAHA I'm so dorky! Today I rung a girl from work to ask her to cover my shift on Friday (got Wannabes, singing comp *three thumbs up* ((birth defect)) and it was her mum who was on the other line at the time.
So she said "Is that you Olivia?" to which I replied "yes" (I'm not called Olivia) and so she said "Well I will get Sarah to ring you back. Bye!"
I thought that was quite funny. Except now I have no one to cover my shift....

11 April 05~Let me finish!

2005-04-11T19:40:00.000+12:00

Sorry bout that guys. Mum was going "Nadia!!! Are you off the internet? No you are not. Do you pay for the internet? No you do not"
Honestly, she was showering me with rhetotical questions (I call them rhetorical, cause rhetorical means 'something you can't answer' and you can't answer because if you do she wires you to the roof and beats you with her pre-clenched fists)

So yeah. Hmmmm. I am so depressed! I'm like that silly scarecrow from Wizard of Oz that needs a brain? Yeah him, I even sung the "only had a brain" song on the bus. But what does a scarecrow need with a brain anyway? Scarecrow just kinda hang in farms or gardens, they don't need the intelligence for, say, multiple sums...or calculus. Perhaps? Anyway, I'm like a scarecrow in some abserd way. Today has been multiple disasters in a constant form.
First disaster, I simply cannot find mum a pressie for her birthday on Wednesday! 28 years old, how hard can it be?!?!

Second disaster, I was made to strip for my new best friend, Miss McKensie. She is such a one-eyed bully! She's like "Get your top off, I have my eye on you" (haha NO! so not funny Bung-eye!)

Third disaster, I never finished what I was telling you. Where did I get up to?
Oh, thats right. So I went to Singstar at Lances and had fun, as per usual.
But it was actually quite funny coz Lance L mistook my skirt for a cushion and tryed to rip it off me....one of those had to be there moments? Righteo then.

Oh and I also forgot to tell you that Ileanna and I posed as 14 year old twins so we could get into our movie the other night as children, SCORE.

Ewwwww today I got chatted up by a super scary 11or-something-year-old who asked me if I wanted sex. So I did what I always do when 11-or-something-year-olds ask me for sex. I pretended to be foreign.

So yeah. Man I am bored again. Thats so unfair. I am always bored. Boreder then bored.....SUPER BORED! (completely relevant to Superfilm, huh Kels?)
((inside joke))

I will finish with a poem that I just wrote...about my day...here goes:

When I die I want to be buried in a house,
I want to live with my Aunty who breeds chickens,
I don't want people to be mean to my body,
Or throw heavy objects like concrete brick...ens.
Roses are red and violets are blue,
We now have no toilets, we now have no loo.
No flushy, no flushy my mum keeps saying.
And all the while my family are praying.
That the plumber saves our urination and more system.
Old MacDonald had a farm,
He jumped in some chlorine and lost his left arm.
Whats the name of his other leg?
Quote Mary Poppins.
Snail oh snail, why do you cry?
Snail, oh snail, I hope you die.
Squashed like a trumpet on a windscreen.
The End
Or is it?...

10 April 2005~Thats ma' Gang!

2005-04-10T22:48:00.000+12:00

my gang
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Isn't that cute? Its my gang! Ashleigh, dearest Lacey, the very photogenic Kelsi and then....uhhh.....me...
....hahaha......ha.....SHUTUP!
Man I am such a knobcake!....

...OH DON'T ALL DISAGREE AT ONCE!!!!

You don't even question me to why I am insluting myself, how insulting.

Well because, you see, on Thursday I went to the movies with Lance H, Lance L, Ileanna, Sophie and Matt and saw what could possibly be described as the worst movie EVER. It was Boogeyman and it was SO bad!
The "boogeyman" transformed from a ball of electricity to a skeleton made from dustmites.
And in the story the Boogeyman is supposed to be whatever you fear most....

...WHO THE F@*K FEARS DUSTBALLS?!?!

Weirded out!

So yeah. And we had a slight scare for a tick coz Matt said "I'm parked in a free parking zone guys" and then got out of the movie theatre to find that someone had broken into his car and moved it into a 'no parking' zone so it had been towed.
Turns it it hadn't been towed but stolen.
Turns out it hadn't been stolen, but he'd parked it further up the road....

Anyway.

And so I went to Lances for a Singstar Party last night too.
It sadens me to inform you my mother is kicking me off the computar now, so I'll have to tell you guys bout that adventure tomorrow.

Night all *im being yelled at* "get off it now Nadia!"

Night!

8 April 05~Repressed Anger.

2005-04-08T15:46:00.000+12:00

Is it repressed or supressed? I dunno, too angry to think. I'm angry for tonnes of reasons....

...two maybe three.
Well here they are:

1) The singing competition I was going to enter next Friday has my two singing arch nemasis' in it also. They are Mata and Ngatwaini, 2 of the 3 BEST singers in our school. Argghhhhhh Fridays gonna be doomsday for me if they sing, which they will. *Gasp* I need a drink. A strong drink.

2) We can no longer have our super duper 70's/60's/80's party on Friday because Lance is gonna be at his formal and we can't have it Saturday coz Kelsi wont be able to come then. So maybe Monday? A party on Monday? That seems a weird idea....

3) My audition for Bats (our school musical) went badly. I sung alright, and got my ticks, but I really beeped up the acting part.

So yeah, turns out I did have three problems after all.

I need you guys' opinion. Do you think I am:

a) Mad
b)Mental
c)Insane
d)Normal as normal can be
e) A zepalin?

Because I think I'm going insane (or morphing into a Zepalin? Actually no, anyway) I'm going berserk, its madness.

Today I was sitting in Art, not doing my work (surprise surprise) but instead making my famous Fish Face (very different to normal fish face, more goldfish involved.)
So I was making it for 5 minutes and everyones like "Haha, how amusing" then 10 minutes and they're like "Ummm funny, but kinda strange" then 20 minutes and they're going "More creepy then anything else" and 10 more minutes later "Really really weird. She must be getting tired" and then 15 more minutes "Stop it Nadia, its scary" and then 10 more minutes "NADIA STOP IT!!!!*cry*"

And then I thought about it and about all the weirdos our school has and theres a LOT.
Like take E.T. for example (read this post for more)
You've already heard about E.T and his singing. Oh, you haven't? Well he was walking down the road the other day, quite late at night, singing what sounded like Backstreet Boys very loudly in Chinese. I laughed...a lot...then I walked into a pole....then I sighed in relief becuase no one saw me.
So today we we're in the Esol Room (international room) talking to Simen and Jonathon e.t.c when we spotted E.T....talking to a heater
(Kelsi suspected he was saying "You so hott right now", haha, good one Kels)

Oh and Ape Woman got maddened by David warning her not to trip and gave him a look kinda like this one.

But no matter how crazy people in our school get, they'll never be as insane as this guy.
He's pretty insane. Thats a look to scare the devil with.

Nyah, I'm so bored.

4 April 2005~Jimmys Mince Pies.

2005-04-04T18:22:00.000+12:00

I work at Night and Day right? Well at Night and Day we get our Jimmys Pies delivered in special boxes.
So the other night I was working with Mullet (the only 50-something year old in history, who continues to support Mullet Rights) and she was complaining about how she'd been neutered or castrated or something.
But whinge on mullet, I thought to myself, and left to go stock up on Jimmys Pies.
So I got to the freezer and saw the Jimmys Pies Box and had to stop and take a breath.
After my breath red the box.
It said this:

This box is possession of Jimmys Pies Co. and is not to be used for retail or illegal purposes. Prosecution will be instated if this box is used illegaly.

Lets look at all the wrong things in this sentance.
1) The box is in possession of Jimmys Pies Co. which means if we use it for, say transporting other pies around our shop or storing food containers we could be sued. Once the Jimmys have been removed from the box we are only allowed to put other Jimmys in. If we don't follow that rule we have to return the box and lose our Jimmys Pies Box privliges.

2)The box is not to be used to retail.....
Retail?!?! So they're worried that we might try and sell the Jimmys Pies Cardboard Boxes? To who?!?! Marlows Pies?!?!

3)....or illegal purposes.
So they're assuming that if we don't return the box or aren't using it in our shop to store Jimmys that we're illegally using their box to traffic drugs. Perhaps one day they'll board a Ferry and open a crate marked "Night and Day Wool Supply" only to find that stashed inside is Jimmys boxes just crammed with cocaine.
Then finally Mr. Jimmys can forfill his life long dream of prosecution.
What has the world come to?

Moving along. I forgot to thank A long time fan for writing some Russian in one of their comments. Very, very cool. When my drugs get here I will send you some.

до свидания (Da Svedaneya) ((Goodbye))
надежеда (Nadezheda) ((that would be my name))

2 April 05~Hotmail.

2005-04-02T21:06:00.000+12:00

I dunno what it is, but there is something about Hotmail that makes me turn into the Hulk. Is it their teasing title that suggests the mail you send from Hotmail may have been baked not fried? Or maybe its the fact that Hotmail is completely incompetant and hates small children and those pink ribbon thingys you put on your bike handlebars.
Whatever it is I continue to hate Hotmail more and more as the weeks progress.
Just today Mike talked to me about those Profiles you get on Hotmail and I decided to investigate. Much to my delight, these Profile things were kinda nifty so I clicked this button that said what Profiles were and where I could get my very own.
It lead me to a page saying I had to enter in a name that would appear on Chat and in the Member Directory.
So I typed in "Dezh*" and it came up with a message that symbols are forbidden and perhaps I could try something else.
"Dezh" was my next choice but Hotmail kindly informed me that "Dezh" was already taken. My two choices were to type in another name or select one that was closest to my previous choice.
I thought that I might find one closest to Dezh that Hotmail had to offer me.
Here were my choices:

Dezh3
HeardDezh
SingularDezh
ImpulseDezh

I mean honestly, what is with that? So I typed in Nadezheda and it, too, was taken. My choices for Nadezheda were:

Nadezheda1
WiggedNadezheda
EloquentNadezheda
InhumanNadezheda

These names I found to be quite offensive to me. Nadezheda1 suggested I had the maturity of a 365 day old baby whilst InhumanNadezheda clearly stated I was some sort of Cattlebeast.

My predicition is that one day, Hotmail will burn like the fiery flames of heat it suggests in its name, and then we'll see who's Inhuman.

2 April 2005~Last night.......hahaha........

2005-04-02T13:24:00.000+12:00

Matt Wheelan :)
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

So last night was Jana and Lacey's big Birthday Bonanza. We started out alright, singing Singstar and eating food. Then we busted out the 6L of Vodka and Burbon and that when it started to get interesting.......

The Guest list was as follows:

Matt Wheelen (as seen in the pic), Jana, Kelsi, Me and Ileanna, Melissa, Christiano, Lance H and Lance L, Lacey, Fionna, Simen and Lisa-Kate.

Here's a snippet of what happened.

Matt Wheelen

*Had a brief moment of panic when he realised his beloved hat was gone, then proceeded to pat the heads of his fellow Drunkards in an attempt to find it.

*Piddy-Backed myself uphill, crashing numerous amounts of times into hedges and shrubs along the side (later on that night we hid in those shrubs.....)

*Decided to buy a house with me with a "dog" and "judy bailey" in it.

*Leant against a non-exsistant wall.

Jana

* Was pretty well behaved actually....

Kelsi

* Was the sober witness of the events

Me

*Where do I start? Sung the Alphabet Drunk Test song while walking into every wall of our house.

*Squeezed under Matts leg and then claimed my hand as my prize

*Kissed numerous amounts of females....

*Rung Markus up and left a very long message on his answering machine saying such things like "Will you Marry me?" and "I like your ass" in German.

*Saved Janas Cell Phone number as: 01748728410256

Ileanna

*Too much to post

Melissa

* Danced with Simen in a way similar to the mating call of the Pukeko.

Christiano

*Got 10,000 points in Singstar with Lacey...singing into Jana's shoe.

*Danced like Simen, but with more Oomph

Lance H and Lance L

*Had to leave early coz they were driving home :(

Lacey

*Was bloody hilerious! Lacey helped in my answer machine scheme, did a duet with Cris in Jana's shoe, skulled Cris' vodka and replced it with water, yelled out to Simen "Where's bobby" repeatedly.....the list goes on, what didn't Lacey do?

Fionna

*Went downstairs with Lance...hahaha.....no, they're only friends. Fionna sung merrily and danced with many a person.

Simen and Lisa-Kate

* Danced funny
*Hooked up, what more can I say?

So I realise this isn't the most interesting of posts ever, but thats A O K coz I'm only writing it becuase I will forget it in the morning otherwise.

Toodee-hu for now

29 March 05~Spitting

2005-03-29T20:23:00.000+12:00

Ever seen someone spit really really far? Well, disgusting as that is, I'm always intrigued as to how they do it.
I thought it might be cool to be able to spit gum or paper ball or asparagus like that, and see how far it goes.
I simply can't do it though, its tragic really.
I call the motion of spitting like that "Projectile Mouth Spit", or PMS for short.
The other day I was in town, surrounded by people and i saw a guy spit like that.
So without hesitation I yelled "I want PMS, give me the gift of PMS, PMS LIKE THAT GUY OVER THERE!" and before you could say 'hand me my hand towel' some random guys in white jackets dragged me away!
The nerve of people these days.

On an unrelated topic, heres a list of the food me and Ileanna ate (and I'm a 100% dead serious here)

97 Pieces of KFC Chicken
18 Muesli Bars
4 Packets of Marshmellow Easter Eggs
A pack of Choccy Biscuits
4.5L of Coke
4 bottles of V Black
2 Packs of Chips.

Disgusting isn't it?

29 or the 28 March 2005~Its 12:52am, what day does that make it?

2005-03-29T00:50:00.000+12:00

I'm gonna make this short and sweet because of CONSTANT complains that I waffle.
I hate Kelsi. Thats right Kels, I dislike you again. I reundislike you.....or something....
Actually I lie. I don't hate Kelsi, in fact she's one of my coolest friends, but I do feel I have to hate her because of what she did to me.
Here's how it started:

Mum and the Fam are all in Becks as I type, on holiday. Ileanna and I didn't want to go so mum said we could have the house to ourselves for three days. Well on the morning of day 2 we had no food. No food because we had eaten it ALL. Every last morsel was gone. And you could tell we were living alone because the floor was a litter of food wrappers and empty bottles.
Ok, so I told Kels about our constant, non-stop eating and what did she suggest? She suggested she bring me $40-ish of KFC Chicken from her work....for free! So I said yes, and then me and Ileanna devoured our weight in Chicken. And so Kelsi came home from work tonight and brung more chicken!
Does she not know the wise words of Ghandi, umm, yada yada yada DO NOT FEED NADIA CHICKEN!

And so thats why I hate her, because now we'll have to eat that too. I access the house through the garage now :(
It's late isn't it? Most of you will be sleeping but I'm not. I'm multi-tasking. I'm eating (disgraceful) and typing and cleaning all at once. And my glasses are asqew because of my uneven ears.
Oh, me and Simen (cute one from Norway) had a bit of a rucus. We had a fight, so to speak, because I told him I liked Markus. So for a while he wasn't speaking to me but we're on good terms now, we may even go for a bit of a surf tomorrow (I'll drown)

Right, I declare, with you as my witness, that I will never eat again...till Friday....or tomorrow, you know, whatever.

Well have a good sleep all and I hope you enjoyed your Easter as I know I did.
CFN,
Nadzy Wadzy Pudding and Pie

25 March 2005~Good Friday--Strike That--Great Friday.

2005-03-25T21:03:00.000+12:00

I have a very small memory, so small I can't emphasize how small it actually is. Like a goldfish, I forget things 3 seconds after they happen- I'd forget my name if it wasn't cleverly sewn onto my undies (thankyou mum)
And it is because of this that my 'childhood memories' only date back to 4 years ago. But if theres anything I always remember, its holiday lunches.
Every Christmas, Boxing Day, New Years, Good Friday and Easter a portion of my relatives drive up our drive to feast on a mornings worth of kitchen labour.
Its been this way as long as I can remember (4 years)
I remember Easter lunch of '96 when my mum made her special 'Jaffa' cheesecake that made grown men cry.
I remember Boxing Day lunch in 2000, when we sneakily told my Aunt and her Fam that we were having Boxing Day Morning Tea at 10am, just so they'd arrive by lunch.
And I remember Christmas lunch 2 years ago. The famous Wong and Kwong Christmas lunch when the Chinese half of my mothers family came to visit.
They travelled from such distant places as America, Australia and the South Island. This Christmas lunch was probably the most memorable lunch I've experience because of our visitors.
In order for you, my dearest readers, to see why it was so memorable, I must explain to you my very loud, very Chinese family.

Aunty Elaine: Has cleverly been nicknamed 'The Megaphone of Masterton' She has a voice that makes dogs howl in the middle of the night. Aunty Elaine used to be a teacher and loves Grammer and Manners, neither of which my family possess. My fondest memory of this great-aunt of mine are giving us socks and writing sets every birthday for 12 years and refusing to take us out until we stashed a Hankie (more commonly called a 'snot cloth') into our jersey sleeves. Aunty Elaine could be called 'a character' but it would be more correct to call her 'a monster.' She has interesting fashion sense, she always wears a tight belt around her middle-giving her and Santa a similar appearance.

Aunty Helen: Again a great-aunt rather then an aunt of ours. Aunty Helen sees herself as a bit of a fashion guru. She wears such trendy labels as 'Prada' and 'Versache' and 'Osh Kosh Begosh' When she arrived at our humble abode the first thing she did was point out her Spanish Leather Something-or-rather shoes....and her 98.898 carot gold ring....and her brilliantly tailored Gouche suit....and her brand new Voltswagon....need I continue. Don't get me wrong, Aunty Helen is hilarious, but she too carries the Wong Family Voicebox. To get a feeling of how loud she and her sister are picture this: Stand at the end of your street, wherever you may live. Call the point where your feet are Point A. Now walk forward for 10 minutes, as far as you can, and call this Point B. If you were to stand at point A, and Aunty Helen was at point B talking on her cellphone, not only would you pick up on who she was talking to, you'd also know when her pedicure was, what her friend Bettys email address was, her flight times, preferred brand of toothpaste and when she was planning on next grooming her dog. And that's how Aunty Helen talks.

Warren and Nelly: Warren being born into the Wong family and Nelly being his very well raised wife. When Nelly took Ileanna and I to one of those 'all you can eat' buffet things, she yelled at us about taking the Tea bags home. But isn't that what 'All you can eat' means? 'All you can Eat' and 'All you can stuff into your mouth, then stash away in your bag, wrapped in napkins' have little differences to me. And this buffet wasn't like Pizza Hut, where they lay out a varied assortment of Pizzas with Desserts to match. This Buffet was for more upper class folk, as Nelly considered herself to be. This buffet had things like shrimp and Hyrdroponic lettuce, where everything is served in little towers and always garnished with Parsley, and where dripping sauce down your front is considered unladylike (who knows where they got that from?!?)
And Warren is the Male version of Nelly. He also agrees its improper to take tea bags home, and is also considered sophisticated folk. I can't even say sophisticated, when I try I end up looking dorky like 'Hey, I'm Nadia and I'm very Pha-phistimacated'

Gran: Crazy, crazy lady. She did give birth to my mother after all. Gran is loud (its only to be expected) and very opinionated, and always sees herself as being right.

And then my family: You know what my family are like. We're loud, obnoxious, eat a lot, drink a lot, act like ravage Carnivores at the dinner table. All up the most sophisticated, upper class we get is passing gas silently.

So when all these people and my family were put together at one table this is what happened:

Aunty Helen bragged to Nelly and Warren about how rich she was, and Nelly, in turn attempted to talk over Helen about how rich she was. Trying to talk louder then Aunty Helen is like trying to get me to stop being publicly indecent. The harder you try the more indecent I will be. So Nelly talked louder, causing Helen to talk louder, so Nelly talked louder, and Helen talked louder still until all you could hear was outblast of noise.
Aunty Elaine (after giving us a lecture about washing our hands, or feet, or faces, or something before eating) said to Gran 'could you pass the peas?' and Gran, always looking to challenge someone or something, replied' You didn't say please!' Aunty Elaine responded by yelling 'Yes I did!' to which Gran said 'No you did not, Elaine. You did not say please and thats bad manners' Now because Nelly and Helen were getting louder and louder, Gran and Aunty Elaine had to shout to hear each other. And comparing normal people yelling to them yelling is like comparing your tap running to Niagra Falls.

So thats why I remember Christmas Lunch, end of 2002. Today was Good Friday lunch at my house. The only guest was Gran today though. This meant we didn't have to get our earplugs out of the cubboard because we've learnt from our mistakes, you see. So now when Gran, or any of our Mums Chinese relatives come round, we talk really really quietly. Its reverse psychology, in a sense, and it works a charm.

24 March 2005~The Bus Driver Man

2005-03-24T21:39:00.000+12:00

Today Jana returned from her journey to the wilderness and on Tuesday it was her birthday, This is where our journey begins.
Ok, so we decided , because it was Janas (see this post) birthday, to go pick her up a pressie to memba us by.
We got to Farmers and saw the perfect necklace but made the mistake lance (what? what?!?!), anyway, we made the mistake of not going back earlier enough to buy it.
When we got to Farmers magical slidding doors, a lady, dressed in a suit, halted us with one magical Farmers suit lady hand.
The shop was closed and were we happy? Oh no, you better believe that we weren't. But we had a cunning plan....ah ha ha.....we decided to dart between her legs, making a 'oooooo eeeeee ooooo' sound and clapping obsessively. What did we accomplish? Banned from Farmers! Why? Refusing to leave and abusing a manequin (mistaken for a Farmers worker)

What else? What ELSE? you ask? Well we were on a bus, the only ones, and we had a very strange bus driver. We got to the last bus stop and the driver leaned forward to change the sign. Do you know what we saw? No, you don't but I will tell you, so don't stress. We saw this:

*Imagine silky, black girls G-string here*

Thats right, our bus driver was a quadrisexual- he likes it four ways!

I hope we get him again one day, that would excite me...

22 March 2005~Read all these posts.

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Me
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Theres three. I'm liking the lightening in this photo, which we've named 'it's all natural' (which it is)

I use Natural Glow, you know, thats why I'm so radiant......radiant.

RADIANT!!!

22 March 2005~Ileanna, being herself.

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Ileanna, being herself
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

And you know its a hobo. Ileanna carries all her belongings in those two Night and Day bags. One round her belt and one round her weenus (look it up) Just a wee (no pun intended) snippet of Sunday, read the previous post for details.

Dezh*

22 March 2005~Singstar Mania!

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Ileanna and me
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Note a little hobo couture here? Thats because this is me and Ileanna, who (as you well know) are the ultimatium of hobos.
Yeah, Kels came round Sunday night and we played a bit of Singstar, not much to write about really. This is so dull! For more Singstar + hobo photos check out my photo site, located to your right.

I'm in a jiffy of trouble about wagging my course too *french laugh* mwoh haw haw.

20 March 2005~Sigh

2005-03-20T18:14:00.000+12:00

I wagged my course. Ridiculous isn't it? I wagged a $250 course (I didn't pay that much for it, heavens no, but thats its cost) It was just so dull, it was like death. It was death on a lense and I hated it, so I wagged. I have the worst commitment issues. I took the easy way out, as per usual, rather then stick to it and follow it to the end.
I worry that when my future husband is on his death bed I will be in South East Asia eating bugs, because that seems more likely then me staying by my husband, if I ever do get married that is.

I was quite sad to read todays comments from my loyal readers. On my post about my dearest S.P Puddington Ineeta Amanda Hug'nKiss said this:

Hello i'm a long time reader 1st time writter and ive got 2 say ur losing ur touch! I mean at 1st u were great and funny but now its kind of seeming like ur trying 2 hard.

I have to say, I was a tad shocked when I read this. I am not trying to be great nor funny, this is just my adolescense, in all its glory. I was very glad, however, to hear that Ineeta was a long time reader. Ok, I gotta say one thing, but it's long so don't read it all in one go (you may need a bookmark)

Letter from the Author:

To my dearest and loyal readers,
The past few months Dunedin has been one big Geography lesson (ie: very dull) and by being so, has forced me to become dull also. When I first started my site, in the late 04's, I had a lot of immature things to do, which I did, and then wrote about. Unfortunatly I am 15 now, which is half way to 30, which is one sixth of my life past and I feel I have achieved very little. Sadly I have grown up, which is also a good thing because it means I am becoming a young lady (well the potential is there) but is also sad because grown ups have very little imagination and tend to drone, I feel this 'droney-ness' is showing in what I do and how I write. This is a sad thing. It is a sad thing to lose ones ability to be Pessimistic about life, and it is a sad thing to lose the ability to appeal to your peers. At this current time all I can do is apoligise and hope that soon my once carefree, wild life will sharpen up but until that happens, all I can do is drone and wander, which I will.
Thankyou for putting up with me and I hope I keep my loyal readers loyal. If not, it has been a great journey, I hope you will look back on the memorys and smile, as I know I will.
Good luck for the future. Maybe one day you will return to nadezhedas.blogspot and smile as you read about my adult years.
For those who are willing to stay with me through this troublesome time, and help me overcome the need to mature, I thank you.
Never forget me as I will not forget you, and if I do its because I suck.
Adios, Darsvedarnya,

Nadezheda S

19 March 2005~Porny Stars

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Porny Stars
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

A 'Gag Reel', if you will, from my other post. Check out entry entitled "Thursday
17 march 2005~Click here for free porn!" to understand what I am talking about. Today has three posts, read those too.

19 March 2005~Today is Saturday!!!

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19 March 2005~Today is Saturday!!!
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

So why was I at school from 8:20am (!!!) to 6:00pm (!!!x2) The answer is because I have to do a photography course with Kevvy-bro. Thats right, Kevvy-bro (his words, not mine!!!) And Kevvy-Bro is a complete and utter bafoon! a nutcrack! a knobcake!!! He's completely insane.
Please, I beg, please, I don't wanna go back there tomorrow, I don't want to return....SAVE ME!!!

19 March 2005~The Gang.

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The gang
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Not my gang, specifically, but a gang I like enough to want to show you. From left to right:

Random Asian (possibly a decent from Ape Woman), Sox (a.k.a Simen, the adorable Norwegian), Jonathon (lol!) Rosie, Markus the Hott German (although this picture certainly does not capture his good side), Jana, Mr. Puddington, Miss Bukner and a hat.

While we're on the subject of Mr. Puddington let me first laugh, hahahahahaha, ok, now if you will allow I would like to give you my evaluation of Mr. Puddington . I will do it in bullet points for extra pizzazz:

* His real name is Suzy Proffard Puddington.

*He teaches at Kaikorai Valley College

*Ok so his real name is probably Jacob or something equally as boring, but I wish to continue refering to him as Suzy P. Puddington as aposed to Jacob Puddington.

*His last name is also not Puddington but Redington, quote above.

*He is a future glance at what my brother is going to look like, and wears Flanellette polo shirts.

Anyway, you see, in my absense I have decided to put photos on most headings of my entrys.
Every time I remember to do this I will award myself with two chocolates.

If you will notice I am almost up to 3000 readers, so bravo to me. I will now go eat my chocolates.

17 march 2005~Click here for free porn!

2005-03-17T20:54:00.001+13:00

Thursday 17th March~Hahahahahaha
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

Look!!! Isn't the resemblance uncanny?!?! It's like us and our evil counterparts!

Do you know whats funny? Me running, thats whats funny. Well let me tell you a story.

Lacey and Ashleigh said to me: Nadia, come to the 400m with us. And I thought 'Nyah, why not huh?' so I signed up (it was Athletics Day today, btw) and then lined up in lane 4.
So the gun thingy got shotten off, or whatever, and I started running just to realise everyone else in the race were getting ahead of me. I knew I wasn't going to get anything better then last. So I got to about 200m when I saw my Form Teacher in her little spectators tent eating eclairs. Well, I couldn't help myself. I ran right off the track and into her tent. So she went 'giving up sweety? Wanna eclair?' to which I said 'yes please' and therefore pulling out of the race. Now the only people who knew this were myself, Miss Mckensie and Ms. Buckner but not Mr. Stewart who was holding the race. He didn't know I was not going to run over the finish line and so he waited....and waited....and waited....and did a jig...and waited and then gave up when I never arrived (meanwhile I was talking to Markus, the hott german)

Ummm so it was very very funny. Unfortunatly Zara Finney did not kill anyone but Snotface lost her shoe in a race and came last and H4AA (hott for an asian) did a Crocodile Mile on the grass (fell over), then took his top off and went 'eaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' running round like a hooligan without a cause.

Cody Winiata was medicine man for today and tended to a beesting.
And Ape Woman is officially my friend!
She sees me and goes 'urghhh*grunt*argghhhh' (which is Ape for 'Hi nadia'/the sound she makes when she smiles)

Jana taught me to say some dirty wee german things and thats about it. It was a rather funny day I do say!

You are probably wondering why we look like the two very hott drag queens in a pic I like to call, Girls Day Out? Well, we spent a hefty amount of time in the bathroom, and various gag shots getting it right.

Ileanna had this to say on the matter:

"When Nadia approached me about the idea, I was more than happy to be a part of her project. I was flattered with her offer, choosing me over other eligable contenders. I put in my best effort, and gave the shoot my all. I'm happy with the overall results and enjoyed working with Nadia"

For more info (and by info I mean pictures) check out my photo site which can be located by clicking to your right, on the pink link.

Lol! Night!

16th March 2005~Naughty Nadia

2005-03-16T18:04:00.000+13:00

Me...
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

So here I am, Wednesday, day before Athletics day, day after Froozeday, sitting on my computar chair, absolutly soaked in makeup.
Why? Because I was being silly and slipped and fell onto it.....no really....actually coz I'm a) Silly and b) a moron.
So here I am, also I decided to put on my fav white dress and show some skin.

As I have previously stated today is Wednesday and tomorrow is Athletics day. If you will remember a previous post, for Athletics day I will be throwing a Javelin, jumping some sand and running 100m. I have never jumped that far due to my lack of legs (yet very big theighs...) nor have I thrown a Javelin before in my life, but I suspect its just like throwing a cricket ball. You just gotta raise it high above your head and aim for the sky, then run round under it in circles till you catch it, could it be any simpler?

So tomorrow is Athletics day and today was Wednesday and we decided to hold a dance for fundraising for Japan. I'm cheif superviser....I decided.....

Ummmmmm today was the Anniversary of the beloved 'Mrs. Ruscastle' incident.

Mrs. Rucastle: noun, originated from the Latin word 'misers ru cahsil' meaning small, tiny, very hairy, mean, scowling, man and part time beast. She is very evil, I don't think she can smile.
Maybe she should get some boutox because she is so evil. I mean, why is it legal for woman like that to even be alive? Shouldn't we rid the world of its creatures of the darkness?
I think Mrs. Rucastle ran into a fire extinguiser one day, that is the only way I can explain her devious nature.
So anyway, Mrs. Rucastle doesn't like me or my posse of Ultra cool followers and often comes to where we are just to torment us with such horrible nicknames as 'You, pick that up' and 'Is that regulation'
Of course our response to her demeaning names is to ignore her, which makes her madder.
So one day we were just laughing about, minding our ears when she came over to yell at us. We were standing in a line and one by one she picked us apart.
Heres a snippet of how it went:

You! Why are you wearing that shirt? That is not regulation! What is that Nadia? Get it off right this instant or you'll be back in A block, you there, take that off! Get picking up rubbish you two, and you, what is that? Why are you wearing that top, that is not regulation!

So now you're wondering why this moment was funny? Well the very last person she yelled at was a painter! A poor, defensless, painting painter!!! Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh Mrs. Rucastle, your humor never fails to amaze!

Wow baby, tomorrow is also the 17th of March, thats St. Peters day! I think I will celebrate my ummmm......scottish........or Irish.......whatever.......roots by eating lots of chocolate and dancing the Ceroc.

See you lot later,

Darsveedarnya,
Dezhy Doo

15 March 2005~To Warryn a.k.a my boss.

2005-03-15T21:00:00.000+13:00

Bear in Ueno!
Originally uploaded by simspear.

Here I am, having fun in the sun at Disneyland! But whats this? You mean to say I've never BEEN to Disneyland, so how did I get this photo?!?!?
Thats a good question.

Well, today we had this lunch thingy as a farewell to the Sakugora students and I had to say I nice little speech that went 'ya da ya da yda goodbye e.t.c' and then we ate food. Who should be there apart from me (always eager to accept free food) but Markus, Simen, Jonathon, Ape Woman, Pankeki, CC and Charlies boyfriend (whose name is Bunguyochokiyama e.t.c, its very long)

It was so funny I almost wet myself (*cough* almost ha ha....ha...hmmm....) because the food I ate was made by Ape Woman! And just to butter my raisen loaf (so to speak) Charlie found his love in an Asian who is now his boyfriend! Hahaha and Mr. Stewart guzzled salad!

Ok, it was a good day all up.

Ummmmm basically I just wrote this to say hi to Warryn, my boss, and to say that I've updated the site a tad, e.t.c whatever,

C4N (chou for now)

DEZH(*)

14th March 2005~Change Day.

2005-03-14T15:26:00.000+13:00

Its time for a change I think and I think right, its definatly time for a change.
I was thinking about stuff, really, last night and now I think change is in order but I have no idea what to change. Heres a few ideas I've thrown around:

*Become a vegetarian
*Cut my hair some
*Wear some clothes
*Become an activist
*Do yoga
*Ummmmm.....write a book.....

See I really haven't a clue, maybe some personality change?
I dunno, what do you lot think? If you have any suggestions don't be afraid to share will you.

So what did Miss Nadia get up to this weekend? Well....I went to a Christian Concert thingy majig with Kelsi then we had a very very big laugh about stuff. And on Splaterday I worked till 11pm and then was rudely interupted by someone throwing beer cans at my window. It turned out it was Matt W.....and he wanted me to go to a party with him. So i got changed and went down there and the 'party' consisted of:

Matt M, Matt W, Jesse, Annaliese, Cassandra, Shae, Nick M, Nick W, Chromes, Josh and Cody H and yours truly.

So Nick W passed out and they locked him out on the deck and Jesses nose bled and that was the highlights of the party really.

Ummmmmm school was very very very boring. Got ANOTHER detension which I was not pleased about. Yeah, life is VERY dull right now, and let me be the first to say I am not amused.

Email me if you want me to wax your knuckles,

toodles

9th March 2005~Ileanna.

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Lilly
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

How beautiful is she? I realise whenever I put photos on my site of Ileanna she always looks like some sort of bag lady, say if that bag lady ran into a wall then jumped into a pool of locasts before changing into some hobo couture. But she is actually quite a normal human being, at least normal on Tuesdays. And this photo was taken on Tuesday so there you go. She is stunning though isn't she? *jelous face*
Lol, na it's ok, I don't mind. There are some more photos of Lilly on my photo site which can be located to your right, in the info thingywhatsit.

So anyway, I noticed quite a lot of you did not enjoy my fathers little Antonia sceme and I agree very muchly. I do not, under ANY circumstances, appreciate yucky semi-porn on my site. Nor do I want any boring news storys pasted as a comment for the sake of getting news on my site. Next time, father, I will break into your house and eletricute you with a cow prod. Your mother was a hamster and your father smells like elderberrys. I hope I have made myself very clear.
Thankyou.

Not anything happened today which isn't very good. I spent a period in A block (Naughty block) for skipping detension and I bought some material for my 'black and white polka dot with orange telephone on it' skirt.

Ok, bye!

7th March 2005~Lacey, Imy and in the middle, Prince Charles.

2005-03-07T16:25:00.000+13:00

imylace
Originally uploaded by Nadezheda S.

You're probably wondering what they have in common? Or maybe you're wondering why macoroni is rainbow shape. Either way I will explain later.

So anyway. On Friday I indeed went to Lance Lungleys house for Singstar Party. Actually it was funny because Ileanna didn't remember how to get there so we drove for an hour only to find we'd past it about 45kms down the road. Ok not that funny. But we had a pretty cool night. It was Ileanna and I, Lance Harrison, Lance Lungley, Matt Wheelen, Amy, Christiano (a very creepy Brazilian) and Felicity. We watched The Excorsist 2 and then Ileanna and I got stranded and had to ring dad. Snore! Ok so it was probably more interesting being there then actually writing about it. But a dog chased me, you'll be pleased to know.

Ummmmmm also Imogen came up (as pictured top right) and we went to refills (although we only got to 1 1/2 which is a very poor effort considering our ultimate 6 glass record) Also Prince Charles came to Dunedin and my uncle sang for him.
In fact we saw him in a Tour Bus just after lunch. We asked him if he wanted to come to Burger King for refills but he said 'oh thats sounds rather dashing but indeed I am meeting the Prime Minister for a dash of tea shortly, and one cannot be late for that, can one?' Which is spose is right really.
Actually I'm surprised I remember him saying anything at all because the whole time he was talking I was watching his ears.
They are fantastic aren't they? Like giant satelites. He's probably picking up Antique Roadshow free.
But life isn't all tea, crumpets and free cable for Charlie. I mean, he had to go through quite a bit on Saturday. There were Scotsmen and kilts and commando old men, and bagpipes and haggis I would think.
Now haggis is pretty lethal on the best of days, but is suicide first thing in the morning. You shouldn't eat it that early, just like you shouldn't wash wet glue or tell your large Aunt Wendy she looks like a donut with legs.
All that results from doing any of these things is chaos, whether is be in the form of a stomach ache, your things not sticking or getting belted round the head with a leg of ham.
So yeah, Prince Charles missed out on refills and we missed out on meeting Helen Clark, so a loss all round you might say.

So today is Laceys birthday. We're not doing anything till the 2nd of April though because she lives such a hetic life in the great town of...Middlemarch.
Middlemarch: Population 30.
Population that isn't Lacey or her relatives: 11

On the 2nd of April we are having a joint birthday for her and Jana (from Germany) and its gonna be *drum rolll please* Twister Party!!!! YAY, how fun!

Wow! Today I'm so busy! I got to look after Tink and Kate (instead of doing my detension) go visit Rowena, go to Janas, go see Mr. Bachop, come home, go for a run, go to bed. WOW!

Night!

2nd March 2005~Woot Woot, its March.

2005-03-02T17:23:00.000+13:00

Hey guys,
Its your favourite Swamp Creature/Part time lesbian. Except I'm cheating as a lesbian because I like boys. So really I'm just your average, everyday swamp creature/lesbian who likes boys.
Anyway,
The goss is plentiful on this particular Wednesday. I will do it in bullet points, each seperated by pictures I drew out of letters.

1) Ileanna bought a pxt fone and spent a day and three quarters and a half semi-third taking pictures of me and her. Of course she looks beautiful and I look...*cough*
Anyway. So yeah, we took some pretty funny ones actually. Once we figure out how to put them on the internet I'll put them on the internet for you all to see. Speaking of pictures, Jana (from Germany) has got the pictures from when we had that Singstar Party I may or may not have told you guys about at Lisas.
So I'll see about getting those pictures up here too.

C(0.0)D (its a monkey face)

2) I did my speech finally. I dressed up in 80's clothes and it was a tad funny. Again, we got pictures and again I shall post them up here later.

~~~~~~~O< (caterpilla)

3) Saw Simen walk up a hill. This made myself and Kelsi and Lacey and Ashleigh all laugh like hobos without a cause. He grabbed his pants on each side and hitched them up. I spose he's used to doing so with a skirt on. So we decided to rename Simen. So now its either Simen, Sox, Albie or Alfred Hitchcock.

$=) (Davey Crocket sideways)

4) I've forgotten the rest. But ah well. Here are some things you can check out if you decide you need to listen to me.

To see a very funny White Ninja Comic click here.
If you want to see a different but equally as funny White Ninja Comic link click here.
If you want to see some very beautiful people do NOT click here.

Also you will notice, or maybe you won't, that I've taken most of the pictures off my site. If you want to see some pictures of yours truly and her very super cool followers you can click the word donkey.

Donkey.

Now I will take the time to reply to your previous comments.

I am no whore! How dare you violate me and my oversized calfs on my own site! Not only are you implying that I work the streets late at night wearing nothing but a coat and a backwards McDonalds cap, you also go on to say that my web space is that of whoriness too! Not since 'PrettyPinkFlowers676' said I was silly have I been so insulted. If you would just like to leave your name and address please, I would like to sue.

Why yes, I did give Simen his note and he said about 86.375% (rounded to 3dp) of it made sense. In fact, that is how I got to staying the night at his house in the first place (nothing shifty)

Ok that'll be all for now.
I'm going to rock on up to a party Lance has invited me to on Friday which hopefully will give me something worth while to write about.

Laughapotimus.

Living the Deshy La Loca.

27 Feb 2005~I haven't slept for 55 hours!

2005-02-27T14:47:00.000+13:00

Thats like....phimmnn24tmes.....dividedby665...mmphatimesmmhee62over20mmphhh
....over two days!!!
So why am the living dead? Well this is how it goes, in as much exagerrated detail yet poor grammer as possible:

Kelsi came round on Friday night and we went to 'Hide and Seek' at the movies. It finished at 10:20pm and we realised that the next bus home didn't come till 11:10pm so we decided to go to Countdown. In Countdown (where you can count on them to keep prices down) we ran into Markus (the hott German ((although in a previous post I said he was Norwegian which is EEEEEEHHH wrong!)) ) Jonathon (the *cough* differently sexualled one) and Simen (the cute Norwegian) and they invited us round to Simens place for some movies.
So we caught a bus home and got changed and walked down there at about midnightish.
So anyway.
First we watched The Lion King and drank Beer. Then Sam said he was gonna cry at the sad parts. Then Markus took a photo of him and me (which I will get copys of and post up here so you guys can see how hott he is.....and Nadia as a drunk Viking) and then we watched Finding Nemo in Korean. After that we slept on the floor, but we didn't really sleep.
Then me and Simen and Kelsi made Pancakes. Then I jumped on Markus. Then we ate the Pancakes. Then Simen played a song on the piano. Then I hit Markus with my hat (which was actually Simens that he lent to me coz my hair was cold) then Markus kicked me. Then mum rang. Then we walked home. Then I worked. Then I came home. Then I went to work and here I am!

Bad Grammer!!!

So yeah, its been splendifity except that I have my NCEA speech tomorrow on 'How to Be The Ultimate Singstar Champion' which I haven't even started writing!

Oh before I continue heres three catch phrases that Markus said:

"You take laughing gas when you get a baby"
"My host daddy doesn't mind"
and
"Oh no, my pancake is butter overload"

Cute huh? And here is three catch phrases that you can use at a dinner party:

"Hey baby, whats your sign?"
"Catch you on the flipside"
and
"Good one, *insert your name here*"

So yeah. I might start my speech now. If anyone wants to write it for me my address is:

KFC,
Kaikorai Valley Road,
Kenmure,
Dunedin.

Address to to 'Kelsi' and when you deliver it make sure you knock three times then howl like a bird, use the codeword 'Bisghetti' and keep your underwear pinned to your shirt so it keeps tucked.

Then, as you recall, last Saturday Nick and Matt came round to hang out, but more to molester my Big Kahutas (takes up a lot of room *lol*) and then last night they both kept on about me staying at Nicks house for the night.
So they could molester my Kahutas even more!
Like I would even consider going!
So at 12:30pm I walked to Nicks and-na, kidding.
Actually Nick and Matt aren't the only chest grabbers I know. Jareds one too! Maybe I'm asking for it, like my attributes are hand magnets.

Thats it, I'm not going to Japan anymore, no no no. I'm gonna save up and get Breast Reduction Surgery. I might get them cut right out so I have these indents instead. I could keep lose change there, or my wallet or something.

Anyway,
Better get on to it really,
Catch you all on the flipside,
nadZy

22nd Feb 2005~Only 10 months till my birthday.

2005-02-22T16:28:00.000+13:00

Why the nerve!!! Some cheeky doh-rae-mee gave me a 9/10 for yesterdays post because my great tale of tragedy, woe and a bag of crisps involved no action!!!!

Actually I went for a little adventure today, after school.
I walked the 8km to the end of Kaikorai Valley Road, 10mins up a mountain called Mount. Falcon Street, across (and then back across when I got lost) Oates Street, back down Falcon street, back across Kaikorai Valley Road, up Brian Street, Up Fels Road, up my drive and to the couch and then wrestled a Bulgarian elephant whilst standing on my head, doing the chacha and singing 'Take me out to the Ballgame'

There we are, now my story gets a 10. But todays story is kinda get down, get low, get out if you get what I mean. It will probably only rate a 3 or 4 out of 10.

Well I wrote Simen the letter but forgot to give it him, heres the letter here:

Jeg vite du gjore ikke vite meg meget frisk jamen jeg var underer hvis du vil onske pa se en film med meg engang, eller et eller annet.
Calle meg,
Fra Nadezheda.

So yeah, as you can see its all in Norweighish, so it probably translates different to what I want.

You will now notice that you can leave your details when you comment. This makes me happy, so do it!

Today, tomorrow and Thrusday are both very symbolic for two entirely different reasons.

Today: Ileanna gets home from Mudsnail Camp. I bet she's a whole new person after the experience.

Tomorrow: We have athletics day. I'm doing 100m, Longjump and Javelin. I've never thrown a javelin before but I assume its just like throwing a frizbee. I'm hoping Zara Finney will throw the Javelin in the wrong direction and empale someone. That would really spice up tomorrows events.

Thursday: We get Maths off first period due to being wanted in the Hall...for a sex-ed demonstration. If you've never been to a sex-ed demonstration heres a little summary of what to expect:

Two old people, possibly of different genders, will use some clever lingo to tell you not to have sex. They will continue on to explain what to do if you are going to have sex. Icky diagrams will be involved. They will show you a whole lot of contraception (ewwww) and then even go on to talk about their 'first time' (double ewwww)

Our sex-eders are aged somwhere between 80-267 years old, and had sex to start mankind. Its very very disturbing.

Whats worse is what we're doing Thursday period two, instead of English. Once again we're in the hall, once again we're with Mr. and Mrs. Ugg Ogg but this time we're doing something slightly different.
You see, when it comes to 'being safe' they take the hands on approach. And by that I mean we use our hands, to put it on.
Yeah that is correct, Thursday Period 2 we're taking advantage of a banana. We're gonna molestor some poor, innocent Mummy Bananas little baby boy.
Again, I hope Zara Finneys banana is extra slippery and someone gets hit by a flying condom.
Ahhhh the joys of being the doctors receptionist that day.

So yeah, basically its today: Mudsnail Info, Tomorrow: Javelin Impalement, Thursday: Banana gang-rape.

Bet you guys cannot wait!

21st Feb 2005~This weekend and todays events.

2005-02-21T17:43:00.000+13:00

How hott are Norwegian people? I mean really!!! We've had three hott Norwegians in the past 2 years, and thats 3 out of like 10!!! A 3 out 10 hott Norwegian ratio!!! I'm moving, as of now....

You can probably tell I'm talking about Simen, Marcus and Helga (a boy BTW) and you can tell right, because I am.
I was going to post some pictures of them up here but unfortunatly I simply cannot find any, and this makes me sad.
Actually I went for a little adventure today, after school.
I walked the 8km to the end of Kaikorai Valley Road, 10mins up a mountain called Mount. Falcon Street, across (and then back across when I got lost) Oates Street, back down Falcon street, back across Kaikorai Valley Road, up Brian Street, Up Fels Road, up my drive and to the couch. And for what reason?
Well you see, I was following Simen home to see where his letterbox was so I could send him a letter.
But alas, because when he turned the corner, he was no longer in my sights and I lost him.
So I think I will have to give him his letter thingy tomorrow. Ya dig? No? Don't think its the shizna?...Shizna?!?! Stop talking to me like I'm a little dwarf with a red hat and pointy shoes, I don't look like that! (Holly, tee hee)

Ileanna is no longer here *sob* because she's staying at dads, but she's no longer there either because she had to drive, by bus, for 4 hours to Tautuku.
Now why would anyone want to drive for four hours in a stuffy bus to the middle of nowhere at 8:32am in the morning?
Well for a number of reasons. They could be going to a Rod Stewart Concert, for a holiday, to pat some dolphins or they could have heard a small lady , claiming to be the stuffy bus drivers great second aunt twice removed, was handing out free iced wallnut brownies.
But there were no concerts, holidays, dolphins or free icing covered treats awaiting Ileanna and her science class at the end of there trip, oh no.
But there was one thing, that I think anyone would have packed up and left to see in a nanosecond and that is the 'Tautuku Mud Snails'
These delightful delights live in the mud, and are snails. And thats it really. I hope she comes home with many an exciting fact to share. Mmmmmmm, Bio camp.

Also I am a tad tired today thanks to a certain Matt Minnema and a certain Nick Milne coming to see me at 11pm Saturday night and not leaving until 4am Sunday morning.
Now I don't mind visitors, especially not Matt and Nick, who are my friends.
And I listened intentivly when they wrote this song about me:

Nadia, oh nadia, nadianadianadia,flash us, oh nadia, naaaaaaa-dia.

And it was positively super de duper when they held me hostage...but I was rather disturbed at the going ons in between...the hand touching, the bed lying, the hair plaiting...and I'm talking about Matt and Nick!!!
I didn't even know boys knew how to plait, let alone plait each others hair...it was weird...

So anyway, now I'm semi-quadri-knackered and going to eat some pizza but not actually eat it because Pizza has rabies.

Laura Waterhouse is very beautiful, smart and a great friend, who I love as I'm sure most do. Thats for you Laura and I shall see you in December when I become the creepy Albino in your attic *smile*

Let me end with this note:

Restraining orders are just another way of saying 'i love you'

Thankyou,
Goodnight

17th Feb 05~Woah Jahovas Witness!!!

2005-02-17T19:53:00.000+13:00

It is so amazingly cold! If I were born a boy I would no longer be a boy...

So anyway.
I've become rather obsessed with Socks lately, going as far as chasing him, Jordana in tow, to class.
He didn't actually realise that I was there though.
Nor do I think he realises that irritating high pitched screech he often hears is me.
So yeah, everyone, including Jordana, Bex and Mr. Hay think I'm a tad obsessed...and I kinda agree.
But its so hard not to be obsessed with a creature with that amount or gorgeousity!
I mean seriously...should I write to him or something? Does he need to know my great love for him and other things Norwegian (like Helga)?
I really wouldn't have a clue, I think writing to him is alright, although following him home kinda crosses the mark.
You know theres a fine line between crush and stalker.

Also Matt M and I got removed from the Science lab for talking and were made to sit outside, where Matt tormented a little boy who was crying.
He couldn't hear Matt, but I reckon if he could he would have cried harder coz Matt was going "Whose a wee paddy boy a? Whose a paddy boy?"

Also I passed a tiny little form one and I patted her on the head and said 'You are so cute!!!' She looked up at me in puzzlement because she had never seen me before. So today I went to seek out my new friend and patt her some more but my gut instinct tells me she's moved continents.

If you want to see a nifty wee video clip of Lemony Snicket, which doesn't quite uncover its hidden funnys, but is good all the same, you may click here.

So yeah, a pretty darn averagely boring day all up, so I might stop my typing now.
Also my fingers are dropping off as we speak, I'm now typing with two fin-nope, one finger now. I'm only typing with my pointer finger coz the rest have all dropped off with the cold and I fear any moment now the other one willl drop off t-

Nadez-What? Yeah, it is my real name...?

My new site

11 March~ my body and I

8 March ~ Laceys Bday

27th Feb~ Bend it.... like Beckham.

Feb 14th 06~ She's back, who's back? I'M BACK BABY, YEEEE HAAAAAA

January 24th 06.

29th Dec 05~ Pedofiled by Perverts

26th Dec~Wow, the catastrophe is over.

21 Dec~ The day I re-wrote the Harry Potter Movie.

Dec 21, 05~The saga continues...

Dec 05~ Christmas slowly approaches...oooo eee ooo eerie.

November 28th.~ Doom Day

Nov 24~Oh yeah!!!!

In 日本語

17.11.05~cough and your heart falls out your ears, I'd know.

Thursday 17th Nov 2005

10.10.05~"The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy; and other tales"

Haowdee (thats how I'd spell it)

The rebuiltation of a new empire.

Piggy banks 'offend UK Muslims'

IM BACK! But not for long....

21.9.05~In a bit of a rut, really.

06 Sep 05~ Cookies for Mr. IHUG!!! (Cookiemasu)

29.8.05~Sandwich and Jam, the solutions to lifes problems.

Uhhhhhh....and......ummmm......so.....

Lets talk about luuuu-huvvvvv...

21 July~Shes Baaaccckkkk

Bats!!!

Bats!

Bats!!!!

Cough....spit spit

Filo, my love.

Needles OHHHH YEAHHHH!!!!!

Star Wars Episode III

Personality Test

Itai! ~Translation= Ouch!

TOO COLD

Next Tuesday the 7th.

Arrrgggghhhhhh *crazy cat lady*

Yesterfriday.

May 21 05~Shiver me timbers!

Listerine PocketPaks

Yeah.

16 May 05~Hey guys!

Sunday, date unknown~ Title, also unknown.

13 May 05~Friday 13th

10 May 05~Sorry I'm getting slack.

7 May 05~Woah, Hot or Not!!!!

6 May 05~Dog Girl

5 May 05~Substitutes

3 May 05~Ooo La La!

2 May 05~Link

2 May 05~Wannabes

30 April 05~Last night....again

28 April 05~Gifted and Talented.

28 April 05~Toto

27 April 05~Lacey Goes Wild.

27 April 05~Nikolai

27 April 05~ Aunty Elaine arrives today.

23 April 05~Been a while, hasn't it?

23 April 05~What the?!?!?

Nadezheda Silvanna S Aliases

23 April 05~Lances once again.

18th April 05~Todays findings.

Sunday

17th April 05~Novice.

18th April 05~"Ewwww", "yuck", and "thats disgusting"

17th April 05~Novice.

16 April 05~Tonight we're gonna rock and roll.

14th April 05~Wannabes

14 April 05~Tonights Ride In....with the LAW!

13 April 2005~OMG YAY YAY AND AGAIN YAY

12 April 05~ I HEART AMELIA

11 April 05~Let me finish!

10 April 2005~Thats ma' Gang!

8 April 05~Repressed Anger.

4 April 2005~Jimmys Mince Pies.

2 April 05~Hotmail.

2 April 2005~Last night.......hahaha........

Arrrgggghhhhhh crazy cat lady

20 March 2005~Sigh