So, uh, hi.
It's been a while.
Since April, apparently.
Grarr my monitor is doing some horrible shadow thing.
Nonetheless.
Life has been going goodfully. Before I blog on, I was going to scan some bloggish thing I was writing in maths but the scanner is in use, so I shall just type it up and hope it isn't too horribly long.
This stupid teacher marks us as 'absent' if we don't do enough work in class. If I get any more absences I'll v-grade and not be able to get out of here early. So I'm scribbling here w/ my book open and occasionally tapping on a calculator.
Okay, the things I have to do to finish early:
- ToK essay (now)
- English essay (Fri.)
- ToK oral (Wed.)
- English oral (oh shite, check due date)
- Maths in-class (Fri.)
- Any drama theory from now on
- Anything from psych. - corss-line testing?
- WEX in wk 10
- Give blood
- What else can I do as back-up?
Also, ew, I need new glasses. tjese are so icky.
But yeah, all of that list is do-able, and then I can get out of here in six weeks ^_^
And then I can move to Melbourne with Andrew. I'm excited. I think I'll be able to do it. I wouldn't on my own, but Andrew helps me to do anything I want to.
Woo. Deb (student services lady who is orchestrating this great escape for me) came in and I signed the thing saying I wasn't doing the AST. It just makes everything feel much more real =)
So does talking to Andrew about housing options. The idea of owning a house with him is exciting. I mentioned Melbourne to Stuart on MSN the other night. He said, "I'll be interested to see how long it takes you to come back." I know a lot of people probably think it's a rash decision, but I won't die or anything if it doesn't work out. I can always come back here to my family.
Mmm... in lighter news, Skye's having a party tonight =) It means that Andrew will get to meet Maddie before she goes back to New Zealand. Plus I can take my camera and get a bunch of photos to fill my photo album with =) It's a pretty photo album that Skye bought for me. Also I really need a party to relax in. Not that I really relax at parties.
Well, I relax in my own way. Which is by... not relaxing. By watcching everyone else get trashed and then taking care of them.
I'll have to scan this, put it on my blog along w/ a bit of an update, and get back into this whole bloggy thing. It's a good outlet for the overflow of thoughts I have. Of course, so is Andrew, but he's not always with me, and I like to write down thoughts.
Ooh, speaking of internettage - www.wastedtalent.ca - an awesome nerdy and cute webcomic look into the life of a rare creature - the female engineering student. If you like xkcd, chances are you'll like Wasted Talent.
Whee! Now to find some other way to waste the last few minutes of maths.
Caitlin
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So what's all this about Melbourne, you ask?
Weeelll...
Andrew has been thinking about moving to Melbourne to work, and he raised the topic with me with the sentence, "I want to move to Melbourne for working, but I would have to leave you behind, and I don't want to leave you behind." So I said, straight up, "I'll come with you, then. Provided you want me to."
So after the two of us basically saying it casually, we thought about it. Andrew has been looking into housing (which appears to be a hell of a lot cheaper than ours here) and I had been readying myself to live without him for a couple of months because he would likely move down there pretty quickly after the end of this semester, and I would have had to finish school. And then Deb suggested I do accredited instead of tertiary, because that way I can get out of school, which is really not working for me, without dropping out as such. Which really kills two birds with one stone, in that I can now finish school and then move with Andrew whenever he does. Yes, I have thought about this properly, thank you very much. No, I have not yet raised the issue with my parents. I'd rather wait till I finish this term of school so that neither I nor they are worrying about school on top of it. Also by then, Andrew and I will have been going out a little longer and the parents will hopefully object less to the "But you've only been going out BLA long" side of it. Anyone who's seen Andrew and I together knows why we're so sure of ourselves as a couple.It's just right, it just works, without even having to think about it. But of course we don't spend a lot of time together in front of my parents, so they may not have seen that... it'd be good if I could spend a couple of weeks living with Andrew in Canberra, just to sort of check it out a little closer to home, but y'know.
Ooh, also in handy and nice news for me, I am about 2/3 of the way to getting my Ps.
I have 13 out of the 22 competencies from the lobgook marked off, leaving nine to go. So this means I will have my Ps by the time I finish school, which frees me up a hell of a lot, makes working easier (I have a job! I will get to that shortly), and may mean that I can stay over at Andrew's on weeknights more easily. This is joys for me :)
Then I just need to learn how to drive Andrew's Car. I can drive auto, I can drive manual, but Andrew's Car, she is a special creature, I will have to gain her trust before she will let me drive her.
But yes, a job! I look after a couple of kidlets on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and will soon start teaching them piano on Wednesday afternoons. This should get me about $60 a week for 5 hours work. Now, they live gloriously close to my house - our streets basically come off opposite sides of the same more major street. But I would get paid more if I could collect them from school in a car, which I can currently not do. So, Ps would help with that.
What else...
Oh, Skye's party :)
It was pretty darn good, but I forgot my camera. However, one of the other people there had a camera and I'm in a couple of photos along with Maddie, Skye and Andrew, and I think also one of Mandy, so I am sending pokage via people in an attempt to get this person to upload the party photos to facebook, and then I can steal them... for my collection... mwahahah... :)
So uh yeah
That's basically what's been happening.
And I feel so much better than I've ever done before.
I feel older and younger all at once.
I feel safer, more confident, I can rely on myself more, but at the same time, I feel curious about the world again, I can try things out, I am not constantly apathetic and lethargic.
Life is good.
Certain aspects are meh, but in general it is good and in Andrew terms it is wonderful. Even school's not so bad now because it's nearly done and I have something to work towards.
Yay :)
Will hopefully keep up with updating a little more for a while longer before I forget again and then remember again with another burst of words.
Ooh, also Andrew builded me a puter! Which I am using now <3
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
My Feet Like Each Other - Aww!
Yes, I am sorry boys (is it just me, or is everybody who reads my blog male? I'll have to get Skye to read it to even it up a little... she's worth multiple people :P), I have not updated in a little while and will most probably not update properly again in a little longer. Just stuff going on in my head, that wants to be thought about silently and not out loud. I have no more words that want sharing, but more will come eventually. In the meantime I am still replying to comments and whatnot, and you may discover clever comments from a clever random on the last post that are good for reading.
I had a surprisingly good day today, except for the bits (say, 60% of it) that sucked.
Eh.
Oh - and the job interview went reasonably well, thanks to all who wished me luck, and to those who continue to wish me luck. The guy doing the interview was freaking creepy, though, and half the buttons on his shirt weren't done up. Ew. He smelled damn weird, too. Bleurgh.
I had a surprisingly good day today, except for the bits (say, 60% of it) that sucked.
Eh.
Oh - and the job interview went reasonably well, thanks to all who wished me luck, and to those who continue to wish me luck. The guy doing the interview was freaking creepy, though, and half the buttons on his shirt weren't done up. Ew. He smelled damn weird, too. Bleurgh.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt your regular programming...
Firstly! Before the blog! Melissa, Bridie's friend, says she likes my style :P
A round of applause for my style, everybody! Hehehe.
Blog:
Another night, it's gonna be a long one...
I've found the flash drive I used to use to transfer long blogs from here to there (laptop to mac), SO voila. Instant long blog. Well, almost instant.
Hmm...
Well, everyone keeps asking how my Christmas shopping is going. Er... how's crap for an answer? I don't have any bloody money, how the hell am I supposed to buy presents... It's do frustrating, because Freya's gone and spent all her own money on presents for the rest of the family, and the way we normally do things is that mum and dad pay for say, ten dollar presents for each of the kids to give each other. Now Freya's gone and got everybody all sorts of things, and she's so excited about giving gifts, it's so sweet, and I can't get her anything good in return, because I have no money. Buying things for other people is the only reason I really want money, and therefore sort of need a job.
Blah... So basically mother bought a cheap plastic thing on behalf of Bridie and me to give to Freya, and I feel really bad because it's not good enough. And she's so excited about whatever it is she's getting/got me. She's all, "You're sooooo gonna love my prezzie for you!" and I'm all, "Ah, crap."
But yes... I also want to buy things for friends, and mother doesn't finance presents for anyone outside the family, and as I have no money at all, I just can't get gifts for people. Which sucks a lot.
Anyway, in other news...
Well yeah, my nana's staying with us for Christmas, which is pretty cool. My nana's awesome.
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
Anyway, ignoring my random 3 Doors Down outburst...
Yeah, nana is cool. She's great to talk to, she talks the exact way I wish I could. That is, enthusiastically but sensibly, well-thought out and involved arguments. And when I say 'arguments', I mean it in a debating/essay writing sort of way. Not that we don't argue; two similar minds will always find fault with each other. But damn, if we're both on the same side about something, we will talk for hours, and end up repeating ourselves without realising, because we just, bounce ideas off each other, and end up with these huge long spiels as to why we think what we do and why it's right, and like... very, very cool.
Nana is awesome. She's an incredibly intelligent woman. And she's not lost one ounce of that intelligence over the years. She's often surprisingly similar to me. Smart, sarcastic, stubborn, silly at random times, amongst other things. Man, I need to stop using words that start with 's'. =P But yes, we also both have a lot in common with my mother. Which means the three of us will have great conversations, but are also likely to argue over trivial things and not admit we're wrong.
We went to the National Gallery today. Not to see that Egyptian exhibit, we're too broke for that. Only, it's only $6 for me, cause I still count as a child (6-15). But it's $20 for mother, and we're that broke that we can't afford that. Anyway, we were wandering around, and mother and I started laughing madly about something, I can't even remember what it was now, and then nana joined in, and just... it's great, to be able to get along so well with my family. I know so many people who are constantly arguing and fighting with their parents, or who think their grandparents are boring, and I feel very lucky to have such a cool family. =)
But yes... we went to the member's lounge (immature sniggering goes here. Oh, man, my mind is perverted) and the mother and grandmother had coffee, and I had... dun dun dun... iced chocolate! I haven't had iced chocolate in so long... XD Tis so yummy! But yes. We got into the member's lounge cause nana's a member of the national gallery... club... thing... whatever it is.
Anyway.
My father was brushing my brother's hair this evening, and said, "You need to get your hair cut, little fellow. We both do." and Connor protested vehemently, saying he wanted to have his hair "like Uncle David's".
Weeeelll... My Uncle David's hair comes down to about fifteen centimetres below his shoulders. And then he's semi-bald on top -.-"
Presumably Connor was only talking about the long hair part of that. I'd encourage him, I think long hair is cute, but I really doubt it would suit him. Also, I think his hair is just the wrong type to grow like that. There are photos of dad when he wasn't so bald - not that he's amazingly bald now, but he's certainly thinning - and his hair, when he kept it longer (As was the fashion in those days... =P) was just sort of, shaggy. Instead of growing down, it grew out. And I suspect Connor's hair would do the same thing. Mother doesn't want him to have long hair, anyway.
Bah... long hair is superness. And very fun to mess up. Bwahahah ^-^
But yes. My aunt's three sons have all had long hair at some stage or other, and the youngest still has long hair now, but it's all, curly, type stuff, and just cuteliness, which wouldn't work in Connor's hair. That's Hamish, the little one with long hair. Darcy, the middle one, has had varying lengths of hair, but Darcy has that irritating air about him of being able to make anything stylish, so what he does with his hair doesn't matter. Angus, the oldest of those cousins, has reasonably short hair now, but it was long and curly and blond when he was little... we have photos to prove it! Embarrassing family photos! Bwahahahaha... but yes.
Wow.
I just wrote like, four paragraphs about hair.
My god I am lame ^-^
Hehe.
Anyway, Vanessa came over before. Vanessa is my neighbour, and she used to be my piano teacher, and I babysit for her a lot. She came bearing... large amounts of piano music!! The exact thing I've been whining about not having enough of for the past few months! Unfortunately, I already have most of it. But it should give me something to entertain myself with during the holidays. Which is good, because otherwise I'll just sleep all day.
Though I do plan to try to clean out my room at some stage. Mother says if I clean my room I can paint the walls... very cool. And when I say 'paint', I mean like, paint. With pictures. And I know exactly what I want to paint. I refuse to tell any of you, though, and if it goes ahead and succeeds, I shall take multitudes of photos and post them all up here.
Touch my tears
With your lips
Touch my world
With your fingertips
Mm, random interjection of sweet music... <3 =P
So much I
Wish I could
So many I
Wish I would
So much I
Wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
Please don't turn away
Again
Please don't turn me in
To them
Please don't turn away
A friend
Please don't turn me in
To them
Storm In A Teacup is better, though. And 21st Century. Damn that song is awesome.
Anyways... I shall leave you with (Dun da daaaa):
Random lyrics to a song I don't particularly like and haven't heard in ages (because I usually skip it):
The winter here's cold
And bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
I haven't seen the sun in weeks
Too long too far from home
I feel just like I"m sinking
And I claw for a solid ground
Pulled down by the undertow
Never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way
I'd say
Haven't seen this place before
And everything we say and do
Hurts us all the more
Just that we've stayed
Too long
In the same old sickly skin
Pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way...
And while I'm listening to vaguely depressing music:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No espression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Vhildren waiting for he day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Off for now, tootles all!
A round of applause for my style, everybody! Hehehe.
Blog:
Another night, it's gonna be a long one...
I've found the flash drive I used to use to transfer long blogs from here to there (laptop to mac), SO voila. Instant long blog. Well, almost instant.
Hmm...
Well, everyone keeps asking how my Christmas shopping is going. Er... how's crap for an answer? I don't have any bloody money, how the hell am I supposed to buy presents... It's do frustrating, because Freya's gone and spent all her own money on presents for the rest of the family, and the way we normally do things is that mum and dad pay for say, ten dollar presents for each of the kids to give each other. Now Freya's gone and got everybody all sorts of things, and she's so excited about giving gifts, it's so sweet, and I can't get her anything good in return, because I have no money. Buying things for other people is the only reason I really want money, and therefore sort of need a job.
Blah... So basically mother bought a cheap plastic thing on behalf of Bridie and me to give to Freya, and I feel really bad because it's not good enough. And she's so excited about whatever it is she's getting/got me. She's all, "You're sooooo gonna love my prezzie for you!" and I'm all, "Ah, crap."
But yes... I also want to buy things for friends, and mother doesn't finance presents for anyone outside the family, and as I have no money at all, I just can't get gifts for people. Which sucks a lot.
Anyway, in other news...
Well yeah, my nana's staying with us for Christmas, which is pretty cool. My nana's awesome.
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
Anyway, ignoring my random 3 Doors Down outburst...
Yeah, nana is cool. She's great to talk to, she talks the exact way I wish I could. That is, enthusiastically but sensibly, well-thought out and involved arguments. And when I say 'arguments', I mean it in a debating/essay writing sort of way. Not that we don't argue; two similar minds will always find fault with each other. But damn, if we're both on the same side about something, we will talk for hours, and end up repeating ourselves without realising, because we just, bounce ideas off each other, and end up with these huge long spiels as to why we think what we do and why it's right, and like... very, very cool.
Nana is awesome. She's an incredibly intelligent woman. And she's not lost one ounce of that intelligence over the years. She's often surprisingly similar to me. Smart, sarcastic, stubborn, silly at random times, amongst other things. Man, I need to stop using words that start with 's'. =P But yes, we also both have a lot in common with my mother. Which means the three of us will have great conversations, but are also likely to argue over trivial things and not admit we're wrong.
We went to the National Gallery today. Not to see that Egyptian exhibit, we're too broke for that. Only, it's only $6 for me, cause I still count as a child (6-15). But it's $20 for mother, and we're that broke that we can't afford that. Anyway, we were wandering around, and mother and I started laughing madly about something, I can't even remember what it was now, and then nana joined in, and just... it's great, to be able to get along so well with my family. I know so many people who are constantly arguing and fighting with their parents, or who think their grandparents are boring, and I feel very lucky to have such a cool family. =)
But yes... we went to the member's lounge (immature sniggering goes here. Oh, man, my mind is perverted) and the mother and grandmother had coffee, and I had... dun dun dun... iced chocolate! I haven't had iced chocolate in so long... XD Tis so yummy! But yes. We got into the member's lounge cause nana's a member of the national gallery... club... thing... whatever it is.
Anyway.
My father was brushing my brother's hair this evening, and said, "You need to get your hair cut, little fellow. We both do." and Connor protested vehemently, saying he wanted to have his hair "like Uncle David's".
Weeeelll... My Uncle David's hair comes down to about fifteen centimetres below his shoulders. And then he's semi-bald on top -.-"
Presumably Connor was only talking about the long hair part of that. I'd encourage him, I think long hair is cute, but I really doubt it would suit him. Also, I think his hair is just the wrong type to grow like that. There are photos of dad when he wasn't so bald - not that he's amazingly bald now, but he's certainly thinning - and his hair, when he kept it longer (As was the fashion in those days... =P) was just sort of, shaggy. Instead of growing down, it grew out. And I suspect Connor's hair would do the same thing. Mother doesn't want him to have long hair, anyway.
Bah... long hair is superness. And very fun to mess up. Bwahahah ^-^
But yes. My aunt's three sons have all had long hair at some stage or other, and the youngest still has long hair now, but it's all, curly, type stuff, and just cuteliness, which wouldn't work in Connor's hair. That's Hamish, the little one with long hair. Darcy, the middle one, has had varying lengths of hair, but Darcy has that irritating air about him of being able to make anything stylish, so what he does with his hair doesn't matter. Angus, the oldest of those cousins, has reasonably short hair now, but it was long and curly and blond when he was little... we have photos to prove it! Embarrassing family photos! Bwahahahaha... but yes.
Wow.
I just wrote like, four paragraphs about hair.
My god I am lame ^-^
Hehe.
Anyway, Vanessa came over before. Vanessa is my neighbour, and she used to be my piano teacher, and I babysit for her a lot. She came bearing... large amounts of piano music!! The exact thing I've been whining about not having enough of for the past few months! Unfortunately, I already have most of it. But it should give me something to entertain myself with during the holidays. Which is good, because otherwise I'll just sleep all day.
Though I do plan to try to clean out my room at some stage. Mother says if I clean my room I can paint the walls... very cool. And when I say 'paint', I mean like, paint. With pictures. And I know exactly what I want to paint. I refuse to tell any of you, though, and if it goes ahead and succeeds, I shall take multitudes of photos and post them all up here.
Touch my tears
With your lips
Touch my world
With your fingertips
Mm, random interjection of sweet music... <3 =P
So much I
Wish I could
So many I
Wish I would
So much I
Wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
Please don't turn away
Again
Please don't turn me in
To them
Please don't turn away
A friend
Please don't turn me in
To them
Storm In A Teacup is better, though. And 21st Century. Damn that song is awesome.
Anyways... I shall leave you with (Dun da daaaa):
Random lyrics to a song I don't particularly like and haven't heard in ages (because I usually skip it):
The winter here's cold
And bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
I haven't seen the sun in weeks
Too long too far from home
I feel just like I"m sinking
And I claw for a solid ground
Pulled down by the undertow
Never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way
I'd say
Haven't seen this place before
And everything we say and do
Hurts us all the more
Just that we've stayed
Too long
In the same old sickly skin
Pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way...
And while I'm listening to vaguely depressing music:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No espression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Vhildren waiting for he day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Off for now, tootles all!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Peach Flavoured Giraffe!!
Wow, haven't updated in like, a week. Blah, that should mean that I have lots to write about, but I probably still won't. =P
Well, Thursday was boring, and all I remember is that I walked barefoot to and from the bus stop, because the shoes I had on were so painful.
Friday was the presentation day for ABW and also the official sign out for year tens. The most extravagant group there, not coincidentally the ones who won, had a whole marquee thingy, with fairy lights, a coat stand, flowers, and hand made chocolates. Our group was probably about the second most lazy: We had tablecloths over schooldesks and a shopping trolley full of non-alcoholic wine. We also had a large number of plastic wine glasses which the bases kept falling off =P Ah, well. Twas fun.
We signed out at 2.30, and Madeleine and I caught a bus to Woden. The bus that Madeleine needed to catch to get home from Woden left at 3.11, and then again at 3.50. We got there at 3.12. Ouch. She went off to find another bus that left sooner, and I wandered off home. Barefoot. Bad move. My feet are now burned and blistered; pain. But hey. Tis all good, and I'll be right.
Saturday night's party was pretty darn cool. Freya and I went over around 6.30, and met the people running the bar, and started making fruit and cheese plattery thingos. People started arriving around 7.15, and the thing started properly at 7.30. We started heating food around eight, and that was around the time that the bar opened up. The bar was actually the laundry, with a table in front of the doorway. So Katie and Charlie, the people doing the alcohol stuffz, stood in the laundry and made cocktails etc, with all the alcohol kept in the linen cupboard, and a sink full of ice, as well as extra drinks in a small truck thing full of ice parked outside the laundry door.
It was a pretty good night, Freya and I went around with plates of hot and cold food most of the time, and in between trips around, I'd heat up food and wash people's glasses, which Freya would then dry and take back to Katie and Charlie. Freya and I finished up around eleven, but they were still playing music loudly until around one, and then quieter till about two. I heard the macarena, and lots of loud, drunken laughter. Hm.... =P
But yeah, that was pretty cool. Yesterday was general recover-ment from the late night and noise. And random boring Christmas party at the uncle type person's house. Involving swimming, and bubbles in my hair. Adults have very boring conversations when they don't know each other. Tis because they stick to 'safe' topics, like the price of mattresses (a real conversation!). They're boring. So I went swimming instead. That wasn't much more interesting, but at least it wasn't boiling hot.
I had this really bad sore stomach last night, and couldn't get to sleep till I went downstairs and had a few panadol at like, three or four in the morning, and then my stomach was still hurting when I woke up, so I couldn't doze and lie around to recover, either. Some more panadol later, I went down to mum's work, cause I had to go buy summin with mother. We went into Woden, and it was so hot, and my stomach hurt so much, and I was so tired, I nearly passed out, so I sat down for a while while mother went and got me food, cause I'd sort of forgotten to eat that morning. While I was sitting there, there was some collapsed type old dude outside Woollies, and all these ambo type people crowded round. So that provided some interest while mother bought food.
But yeah, got home, and here I am, formal is in four hours and fifteen minutes, we're meeting in three hours, and *now* I'm excited. I hadn't been at all excited up till about now, and now I have all my stuff, and I'm getting my hair done in an hour, and and and and it's all very cool. =)
Voila, big long blog to make up for a lack of blogs for quite some time =P
There may be a reduction in the number of blogs written over the holidays, because I tend to do nothing at all during the holidays, and if I do nothing, there's nothing to write about. So. But I shall try to lead an exciting life for the next few months, just so I have something to write about for you all =P
I is off =)
*hugs*
Well, Thursday was boring, and all I remember is that I walked barefoot to and from the bus stop, because the shoes I had on were so painful.
Friday was the presentation day for ABW and also the official sign out for year tens. The most extravagant group there, not coincidentally the ones who won, had a whole marquee thingy, with fairy lights, a coat stand, flowers, and hand made chocolates. Our group was probably about the second most lazy: We had tablecloths over schooldesks and a shopping trolley full of non-alcoholic wine. We also had a large number of plastic wine glasses which the bases kept falling off =P Ah, well. Twas fun.
We signed out at 2.30, and Madeleine and I caught a bus to Woden. The bus that Madeleine needed to catch to get home from Woden left at 3.11, and then again at 3.50. We got there at 3.12. Ouch. She went off to find another bus that left sooner, and I wandered off home. Barefoot. Bad move. My feet are now burned and blistered; pain. But hey. Tis all good, and I'll be right.
Saturday night's party was pretty darn cool. Freya and I went over around 6.30, and met the people running the bar, and started making fruit and cheese plattery thingos. People started arriving around 7.15, and the thing started properly at 7.30. We started heating food around eight, and that was around the time that the bar opened up. The bar was actually the laundry, with a table in front of the doorway. So Katie and Charlie, the people doing the alcohol stuffz, stood in the laundry and made cocktails etc, with all the alcohol kept in the linen cupboard, and a sink full of ice, as well as extra drinks in a small truck thing full of ice parked outside the laundry door.
It was a pretty good night, Freya and I went around with plates of hot and cold food most of the time, and in between trips around, I'd heat up food and wash people's glasses, which Freya would then dry and take back to Katie and Charlie. Freya and I finished up around eleven, but they were still playing music loudly until around one, and then quieter till about two. I heard the macarena, and lots of loud, drunken laughter. Hm.... =P
But yeah, that was pretty cool. Yesterday was general recover-ment from the late night and noise. And random boring Christmas party at the uncle type person's house. Involving swimming, and bubbles in my hair. Adults have very boring conversations when they don't know each other. Tis because they stick to 'safe' topics, like the price of mattresses (a real conversation!). They're boring. So I went swimming instead. That wasn't much more interesting, but at least it wasn't boiling hot.
I had this really bad sore stomach last night, and couldn't get to sleep till I went downstairs and had a few panadol at like, three or four in the morning, and then my stomach was still hurting when I woke up, so I couldn't doze and lie around to recover, either. Some more panadol later, I went down to mum's work, cause I had to go buy summin with mother. We went into Woden, and it was so hot, and my stomach hurt so much, and I was so tired, I nearly passed out, so I sat down for a while while mother went and got me food, cause I'd sort of forgotten to eat that morning. While I was sitting there, there was some collapsed type old dude outside Woollies, and all these ambo type people crowded round. So that provided some interest while mother bought food.
But yeah, got home, and here I am, formal is in four hours and fifteen minutes, we're meeting in three hours, and *now* I'm excited. I hadn't been at all excited up till about now, and now I have all my stuff, and I'm getting my hair done in an hour, and and and and it's all very cool. =)
Voila, big long blog to make up for a lack of blogs for quite some time =P
There may be a reduction in the number of blogs written over the holidays, because I tend to do nothing at all during the holidays, and if I do nothing, there's nothing to write about. So. But I shall try to lead an exciting life for the next few months, just so I have something to write about for you all =P
I is off =)
*hugs*
Sunday, November 12, 2006
The Blue Sailboat In My Head
~
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and
Just forget the world?
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
I am officially in love with Snow Patrol. I'd only heard Run, and I thought, well yes, it's my favouritest song of all time, but maybe it was just a fluke.
No.
I just got Chasing Cars (Thanks Mel!).
I love Snow Patrol.
I love this song.
It is so beautiful.
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
Best lyrics, those. I have them in my MSN name.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I'm afraid I've become addicted to this song.
Ah well, tragic.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw V for Vendetta last night.
Damn good movie. Only problem is, now I have to watch it again.
It reminded me of 1984, the world that was created, and the slogans...
"Strength through unity
Unity through faith"
Reminded me of 1984's slogans:
"Ignorance is knowledge
Peace is war
Freedom is slavery"
1984's are probably in the wrong order, and perhaps "Freedom is slavery" is meant to be "Slavery is freedom", but the general idea is the same.
It's a scary idea, in that it is so disconcertingly possible. 1984 is set, perhaps deliberately, in a land that is not identified as any of the countries in the world today. V for Vendetta is set in the UK. One of their slogans is "Britain will prevail", or "England will prevail" or something, my memory isn't great. Is it strange that I find that more reassuring than hearing the words "America will be victorious" constantly on today's news?
Perhaps it was generally accepted by the filmmakers that to set it in the US would be too close to the current and real situation...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bleurgh...
I had to go downstairs to get dinner, and Bridie and Connor were throwing wooden blocks and toy trucks around and making heaps of noise. Then I came upstairs and had to help Freya set up this random palmtop-mac connection thing. Which totally ruined the nice, contemplative mood I had going there.
Bleh, also I'd kind of run out of stuff to say... But I'll come up with something.
Mmm, stirfry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah... I got up at about eleven this morning, because I stayed up so late watching that movie last night.
And then I ate and read the newspaper and waited for Freya to get off the computer till midday. Then I wasted time (chasing cars, around my head) talking to people who didn't want to be talking to me, trying unsuccessfully for about an hour to download Chasing Cars from LimeWire, before Mel sent it to me. (Thankee!)
Yes... talked to... people... but not for long enough. It's never for long enough.
Did a bit of English work, went to Body Balance, which had crappy music today, got back, and got onto this computer, after the little ones crashed it and couldn't get it going again.
And here I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does anybody actually read the nonsense that I write?
Well yes, I know Mess reads it, and David says he reads it, and Jared and Lardo read it sometimes, and I think Jess does, too.
I suppose what I'm actually wondering is, does anybody read it, and find it funny, or interesting, or anything other than boring and meaningless?
What do I write? I write crap. I write whatever happens to me each day.
If I find my life boring, why should any of you find it interesting? What does anyone who reads this care about what so-and-so said in maths today, or how many bowls of noodles I had for breakfast today?
*sigh*
Is there a point to this blog?
I guess there is, in that I like to write it. It's like writing in a diary. But if I didn't blog for a month, would anybody apart from me notice?
Scratch that, I know at least two people would notice. But would anybody care? I doubt it.
I won't stop blogging. Because it's become part of my routine. When I have something or someone I want to avoid, I set up the laptop on my bed and sit and write for a few hours, lock myself away in my room, turn up the music, and cry, laugh, bounce or half-sleep while typing for two or three hours.
And I suppose that's it, really. It's my way to get away from everything, absolutely everything else. Because I'm talking to no one but myself, nobody will disagree with me or make me feel completely worthless. Except perhaps me. I don't feel like I'm wasting people's time, because it's so easy to simply close the window and stop reading, if the crap I write is boring you.
I concentrate on what I'm thinking, and don't concentrate on the work I'm supposed to be doing. I don't concentrate on the mess in my room I'm supposed to clean, I don't concentrate on those overdue English assignments, I don't concentrate on trying to make light conversation with people I'm having serious disagreements with. *cough* Mother *cough*.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damnit, now I have a bowl of stir fry and I'm not at all hungry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hum ho. I'm just wondering whether there was anything that brought about that rant about bloggliness.
I doubt there was anything specifically relating to blogs that did it, that's not how my brain works. Something will make me want to rant, make me upset or angry or happy or obsessive, and I'll rant about whatever happens to float through my mind at that exact moment.
I suspect the whining rant was brought on by being pissed off at mother about the whole, no driving thing. Anyone who's talked to me in the past couple of weeks will know, I was really, really looking forward to getting that licence and actually feeling like I'd achieved something, but no. Mother doesn't trust my "mental stability". Well, fuck her.
She says, "I can't have you having a hissy fit while you're driving".
Well for one thing, they're not "hissy fits". Fuck. You'd think she'd pay attention to the flipping psychologists, even if she won't pay attention to me.
And for another, driving is not the sort of thing that would bring on one of those so-called "hissy fits".
I get anxiety attacks when I fail at something I know I should be doing well at. Or something I think I should be doing well at.
I don't expect to sit in the driver's seat of a car and immediately be able to drive, or even know how to start the bloody thing. I have never driven before.
It's something I would learn, very slowly, and I wouldn't expect to learn quickly. So I'd be learning slowly, which would be how I'd expect to be learning. So no "hissy fits".
But no, mother rejects logic.
So as you may be able to tell, I am not pleased with my mother, and she is not pleased with me.
We'll get over it, eventually, but right now I am severely pissed off.
Also, my leg makes a bloody useless mousepad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!!
This song is goddamned funny. XD
It's quite awful at times, but it's hilarious in that the euphemisms are so horrible. I mean, "quiver bone"?! You have to laugh at that.
So hypothetically
I don't want to beat around the bush
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Heh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caitlin's Lesson Of The Day:
Chopsticks do not go in eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anyway, I have work to pretend to do, so. I'd best be off.
Hugs for y'all.
~
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and
Just forget the world?
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
I am officially in love with Snow Patrol. I'd only heard Run, and I thought, well yes, it's my favouritest song of all time, but maybe it was just a fluke.
No.
I just got Chasing Cars (Thanks Mel!).
I love Snow Patrol.
I love this song.
It is so beautiful.
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
Best lyrics, those. I have them in my MSN name.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I'm afraid I've become addicted to this song.
Ah well, tragic.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw V for Vendetta last night.
Damn good movie. Only problem is, now I have to watch it again.
It reminded me of 1984, the world that was created, and the slogans...
"Strength through unity
Unity through faith"
Reminded me of 1984's slogans:
"Ignorance is knowledge
Peace is war
Freedom is slavery"
1984's are probably in the wrong order, and perhaps "Freedom is slavery" is meant to be "Slavery is freedom", but the general idea is the same.
It's a scary idea, in that it is so disconcertingly possible. 1984 is set, perhaps deliberately, in a land that is not identified as any of the countries in the world today. V for Vendetta is set in the UK. One of their slogans is "Britain will prevail", or "England will prevail" or something, my memory isn't great. Is it strange that I find that more reassuring than hearing the words "America will be victorious" constantly on today's news?
Perhaps it was generally accepted by the filmmakers that to set it in the US would be too close to the current and real situation...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bleurgh...
I had to go downstairs to get dinner, and Bridie and Connor were throwing wooden blocks and toy trucks around and making heaps of noise. Then I came upstairs and had to help Freya set up this random palmtop-mac connection thing. Which totally ruined the nice, contemplative mood I had going there.
Bleh, also I'd kind of run out of stuff to say... But I'll come up with something.
Mmm, stirfry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah... I got up at about eleven this morning, because I stayed up so late watching that movie last night.
And then I ate and read the newspaper and waited for Freya to get off the computer till midday. Then I wasted time (chasing cars, around my head) talking to people who didn't want to be talking to me, trying unsuccessfully for about an hour to download Chasing Cars from LimeWire, before Mel sent it to me. (Thankee!)
Yes... talked to... people... but not for long enough. It's never for long enough.
Did a bit of English work, went to Body Balance, which had crappy music today, got back, and got onto this computer, after the little ones crashed it and couldn't get it going again.
And here I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does anybody actually read the nonsense that I write?
Well yes, I know Mess reads it, and David says he reads it, and Jared and Lardo read it sometimes, and I think Jess does, too.
I suppose what I'm actually wondering is, does anybody read it, and find it funny, or interesting, or anything other than boring and meaningless?
What do I write? I write crap. I write whatever happens to me each day.
If I find my life boring, why should any of you find it interesting? What does anyone who reads this care about what so-and-so said in maths today, or how many bowls of noodles I had for breakfast today?
*sigh*
Is there a point to this blog?
I guess there is, in that I like to write it. It's like writing in a diary. But if I didn't blog for a month, would anybody apart from me notice?
Scratch that, I know at least two people would notice. But would anybody care? I doubt it.
I won't stop blogging. Because it's become part of my routine. When I have something or someone I want to avoid, I set up the laptop on my bed and sit and write for a few hours, lock myself away in my room, turn up the music, and cry, laugh, bounce or half-sleep while typing for two or three hours.
And I suppose that's it, really. It's my way to get away from everything, absolutely everything else. Because I'm talking to no one but myself, nobody will disagree with me or make me feel completely worthless. Except perhaps me. I don't feel like I'm wasting people's time, because it's so easy to simply close the window and stop reading, if the crap I write is boring you.
I concentrate on what I'm thinking, and don't concentrate on the work I'm supposed to be doing. I don't concentrate on the mess in my room I'm supposed to clean, I don't concentrate on those overdue English assignments, I don't concentrate on trying to make light conversation with people I'm having serious disagreements with. *cough* Mother *cough*.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damnit, now I have a bowl of stir fry and I'm not at all hungry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hum ho. I'm just wondering whether there was anything that brought about that rant about bloggliness.
I doubt there was anything specifically relating to blogs that did it, that's not how my brain works. Something will make me want to rant, make me upset or angry or happy or obsessive, and I'll rant about whatever happens to float through my mind at that exact moment.
I suspect the whining rant was brought on by being pissed off at mother about the whole, no driving thing. Anyone who's talked to me in the past couple of weeks will know, I was really, really looking forward to getting that licence and actually feeling like I'd achieved something, but no. Mother doesn't trust my "mental stability". Well, fuck her.
She says, "I can't have you having a hissy fit while you're driving".
Well for one thing, they're not "hissy fits". Fuck. You'd think she'd pay attention to the flipping psychologists, even if she won't pay attention to me.
And for another, driving is not the sort of thing that would bring on one of those so-called "hissy fits".
I get anxiety attacks when I fail at something I know I should be doing well at. Or something I think I should be doing well at.
I don't expect to sit in the driver's seat of a car and immediately be able to drive, or even know how to start the bloody thing. I have never driven before.
It's something I would learn, very slowly, and I wouldn't expect to learn quickly. So I'd be learning slowly, which would be how I'd expect to be learning. So no "hissy fits".
But no, mother rejects logic.
So as you may be able to tell, I am not pleased with my mother, and she is not pleased with me.
We'll get over it, eventually, but right now I am severely pissed off.
Also, my leg makes a bloody useless mousepad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!!
This song is goddamned funny. XD
It's quite awful at times, but it's hilarious in that the euphemisms are so horrible. I mean, "quiver bone"?! You have to laugh at that.
So hypothetically
I don't want to beat around the bush
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Heh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caitlin's Lesson Of The Day:
Chopsticks do not go in eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anyway, I have work to pretend to do, so. I'd best be off.
Hugs for y'all.
~
Friday, September 01, 2006
Stabby pointy metal things that hurt
Well, well, well.
Piano, shmeh.
Felt like crap, and just couldn't handle the thought of school, so... mother let me stay home...
Came home... internetted while mother went on a run... got off internet when she came back, and back on again when she went to body balance... got yelled at by Someone I was talking to, which sorta screwed up my mood for the rest of the day, especially when the nurse lady at the blood test place jumped as she was poking my elbow with the needle thing cause someone said something about a rat. Stupid bleeding arm. Wouldn't stop blinking bleeding... and then I felt all dizzy and fell asleep for a while. I haven't felt dizzy after a blood test before, so I dunno if that was it or what... but hey...
Mm... head hurts... was trying to do World Issues work before, but not getting far... it's a pretty cool assignment... we get to do a report on basically any world issue, like poverty or sustainable energy, or obesity as an epidemic... pretty cool... but I still can't concentrate on it.
On the Australian amnesty international site, and probably on any other A.I. sites, there's a link to support them by buying music through them, and when you click on that, there's a 'Tell a Friend' link. When you click on that there's an awesome background, and me and my super technological skillxxørz turned it into my background on the laptop. Might try and make it into a blogskin. If I could be bothered. Or see if Jess wants to. Meh. Tis pretty cool.
I think you can get to it by clicking on this button...
In fact, they use one of the songs in a video, and it sounds pretty good. I think they're all Lennon covers, but I'm not sure. The one in the video is Isolation, which is apparently the one Snow Patrol covered. Sounds pretty cool.
Mm. Snow Patrol. Huggles to my music. I'm listening to Snow Patrol's 'Run' at the moment. One of my all time favourite songs. Tis good, tis good...
Myes... ate a whole pizza for dinner, and now feel sick... my head hurts and I'm sleepy... and not at all sure why I bothered to come online...
Meh, I'll stick around for half an hour or an hour or so, see if anyone interesting comes online... otherwise, I'm off to bed pretty early t'night.
Bobble.
Buh byes.
{~~ Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, ice cream truck ;) ~~}
[Edit]
Just a continuation of my first impressions last time of the beta blogger - still have found no problems, and everything works wonderfully. I love the simplicity of adding widgets into the layout, but am glad they kept the html editing options. It just makes it a lot easier than having to trawl through pages of html to find the section I'm trying to edit. Everything just flows better. I still have to be careful not to fall into the trap I encountered with MSN spaces, of filling the page with endless lists that nobody will read. I may already have fallen into that particular trap... but I'll try not to dig myself in any deeper.
Ooh, blue person.
Piano, shmeh.
Felt like crap, and just couldn't handle the thought of school, so... mother let me stay home...
Came home... internetted while mother went on a run... got off internet when she came back, and back on again when she went to body balance... got yelled at by Someone I was talking to, which sorta screwed up my mood for the rest of the day, especially when the nurse lady at the blood test place jumped as she was poking my elbow with the needle thing cause someone said something about a rat. Stupid bleeding arm. Wouldn't stop blinking bleeding... and then I felt all dizzy and fell asleep for a while. I haven't felt dizzy after a blood test before, so I dunno if that was it or what... but hey...
Mm... head hurts... was trying to do World Issues work before, but not getting far... it's a pretty cool assignment... we get to do a report on basically any world issue, like poverty or sustainable energy, or obesity as an epidemic... pretty cool... but I still can't concentrate on it.
On the Australian amnesty international site, and probably on any other A.I. sites, there's a link to support them by buying music through them, and when you click on that, there's a 'Tell a Friend' link. When you click on that there's an awesome background, and me and my super technological skillxxørz turned it into my background on the laptop. Might try and make it into a blogskin. If I could be bothered. Or see if Jess wants to. Meh. Tis pretty cool.
I think you can get to it by clicking on this button...
In fact, they use one of the songs in a video, and it sounds pretty good. I think they're all Lennon covers, but I'm not sure. The one in the video is Isolation, which is apparently the one Snow Patrol covered. Sounds pretty cool.
Mm. Snow Patrol. Huggles to my music. I'm listening to Snow Patrol's 'Run' at the moment. One of my all time favourite songs. Tis good, tis good...
Myes... ate a whole pizza for dinner, and now feel sick... my head hurts and I'm sleepy... and not at all sure why I bothered to come online...
Meh, I'll stick around for half an hour or an hour or so, see if anyone interesting comes online... otherwise, I'm off to bed pretty early t'night.
Bobble.
Buh byes.
{~~ Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, ice cream truck ;) ~~}
[Edit]
Just a continuation of my first impressions last time of the beta blogger - still have found no problems, and everything works wonderfully. I love the simplicity of adding widgets into the layout, but am glad they kept the html editing options. It just makes it a lot easier than having to trawl through pages of html to find the section I'm trying to edit. Everything just flows better. I still have to be careful not to fall into the trap I encountered with MSN spaces, of filling the page with endless lists that nobody will read. I may already have fallen into that particular trap... but I'll try not to dig myself in any deeper.
Ooh, blue person.
Night night, my dancing coathangers.
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