Well, I spent the weekend and Broulee, and the only sand I touched was on the tennis court. And other than that, I didn't leave the house once. I sat around reading trashy novels and playing guitar instead ^-^ I can now play the chorus of American Pie by heart, as well as some random Spanish song and the funny little squeak notes from the beginning of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Well, when Adair booked the apartment thing, she was given a choice of 8 or 9. She chose 9. So we were settling in and watching TV when the owners of apartment 9 turned up. Apparently the real estate agents weren't actually meant to have rented it out. So the agent guy turned up, gave us the key to 8, grumbling all along, and said to go and see him in the morning, when he wasn't so grumpy. He said, "I was just about to go to bed, you know.". Well, so were we, and it would have been fine if you had given us the right freaking apartment in the first place. But we got a discount when it came to paying and he offered a discount next time we book through that agent, too. So.
Anyway, the children spent most of the time running to and from the shops, wasting money on lollies.
If it's possible for guitars to feel jealous, my poor guitar will have died of envy. Uncle Nigel has a new guitar, see, and was teaching me, and his guitar is amazing ^-^ It's it's it's beautiful, and the strings are soooo smooth, and it's so easy to press down the strings, and it sounds, so, so good, and and and it can work as an electric guitar as well as acoustic and and and mine is good, and all, but the strings, ow, pain. They're rough as anything and damn near impossible to hold down. It was just so much easier to play Nigel's. Anyway, as I'm back home my guitar is in use again, and my fingers have almost finished toughening up. They still get great ditches in them after I play for a while, but at least I can't really feel them anymore.
Anyway... nobody's online, and I'm feelink like retreating to my room and doing nothing.
Too-ra.
Oh, and the furry sea slug is this random wrist rest we got. It's all flobbity doowhatsy and squishy, but it's got this furry sort of skin stuff on it. It is not some sort of god-awful euphemism. Bleurgh... *shudders*
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
OMG Zombie Jesus!
Today is the best school day evarr:
Maths first, we spent the whole lesson mucking around with the calculators.
Double drama - first half, we ran around screaming playing some random name, and everybody got nicknamed for some reason - Hayley was "Swan", Rosalind was "Stripey", I was "Angel", Anna was "Skeleton". Strange names, but a fun game.
Second half we did this random space game, where you have to invent a room, and move around it while doing something, like, creating an imaginary kitchen and making breakfast, and the audience calls out if you do something wrong - like if you act like there's a bench somewhere, and then walk through it. Or if you leave the imaginary fridge open. It was awesome :P Morgan walked over the top of an imaginary swimming pool, and then dropped the imaginary sausages in it, so Lauren dived in, put the sausages in her pocket (Shuddup, don't you dare take that the wrong way) and Morgan somehow became Jesus, used an imaginary table as an imaginary toilet, and was kicked out of the imaginary house. Clarissa also at once stage put one of her guests into the imaginary fridge - on purpose =P
Anyway, now tis line 2, and I have line 2s off. Then lunch, then line 2, then psychology.
Only, I'm going to the beach :P
Twas somehow decided yesterday that I was going to Broulee with my aunt's family for the weekend, so, I don't have to go to psychology. Instead, Adair is collecting my brother and I at 2 o'clock, and we're heading down to Broulee. How awesome? Very awesome.
So yeah, been playing lots of guitar and re-killing my fingertips. They'd gone tough and numb, but then they went all delicate and weak again when I didn't play for a while, so now they hurt. But tis all good. Music is worth sore fingers =P
Anyway, must be off. Bags to pack, and all. Everybody enjoy their weekends ^-^
Maths first, we spent the whole lesson mucking around with the calculators.
Double drama - first half, we ran around screaming playing some random name, and everybody got nicknamed for some reason - Hayley was "Swan", Rosalind was "Stripey", I was "Angel", Anna was "Skeleton". Strange names, but a fun game.
Second half we did this random space game, where you have to invent a room, and move around it while doing something, like, creating an imaginary kitchen and making breakfast, and the audience calls out if you do something wrong - like if you act like there's a bench somewhere, and then walk through it. Or if you leave the imaginary fridge open. It was awesome :P Morgan walked over the top of an imaginary swimming pool, and then dropped the imaginary sausages in it, so Lauren dived in, put the sausages in her pocket (Shuddup, don't you dare take that the wrong way) and Morgan somehow became Jesus, used an imaginary table as an imaginary toilet, and was kicked out of the imaginary house. Clarissa also at once stage put one of her guests into the imaginary fridge - on purpose =P
Anyway, now tis line 2, and I have line 2s off. Then lunch, then line 2, then psychology.
Only, I'm going to the beach :P
Twas somehow decided yesterday that I was going to Broulee with my aunt's family for the weekend, so, I don't have to go to psychology. Instead, Adair is collecting my brother and I at 2 o'clock, and we're heading down to Broulee. How awesome? Very awesome.
So yeah, been playing lots of guitar and re-killing my fingertips. They'd gone tough and numb, but then they went all delicate and weak again when I didn't play for a while, so now they hurt. But tis all good. Music is worth sore fingers =P
Anyway, must be off. Bags to pack, and all. Everybody enjoy their weekends ^-^
Monday, February 19, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Le Blah.
I be's both horribly stressed out by maths and wonderfully hyperfied by drama.
I am also delightfully confused in a very good way by ToK and painfully bored by English.
Photography is okay. The only one of my friends who was left in Canberra and going to the same college at me this year is in that class, so that's great.
Psychology is okay, except, you know, there are the good American accents and the bad ones, and my psychology teacher has a bad one, and it's like drilling holes in my head with a seashell. No idea where seashell came from, but it just is.
So there, for the people who keep asking how school is going, is what I think of Canberra College classes so far.
I'm too bored and tired to blog properly.
I am also delightfully confused in a very good way by ToK and painfully bored by English.
Photography is okay. The only one of my friends who was left in Canberra and going to the same college at me this year is in that class, so that's great.
Psychology is okay, except, you know, there are the good American accents and the bad ones, and my psychology teacher has a bad one, and it's like drilling holes in my head with a seashell. No idea where seashell came from, but it just is.
So there, for the people who keep asking how school is going, is what I think of Canberra College classes so far.
I'm too bored and tired to blog properly.
Stolen from Anna's Bebo Blog
How many people it takes to change a lightbulb from Canberra schools:
Canberra Girls Grammar - One. She holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.
Narrabundah College - Two. One to change the bulb and one to figure out how to get high off the old one.
Canberra Boys Grammar - None. Those poor bastards are keeping their backs to the wall even if it means standing in the dark. Quote : "If you can't get a girl, get a Grammar boy"
Lyneham High - None. They're all too drunk to notice.
Daramalan College - None. In a perfect school nothing breaks down.
Radford Collage: Just one. We're talented, we can do drugs, sleep with people, save the world, cure world hunger, get A's and take care of a light bulb.
Belconnen High - Six. Four to break into the store, one to steal the globe and one to install it.
St Clares College - None. It is too unsafe for pregnant girls to attempt such dangerous task.
St Edmunds College - Five. One to install it, and four to tally the number of times he says fuck or talks about rugby while he's doing it.
Merici College - One. She'll put through a call to maintenance staff because there's no way she's going to do manual labour.
Yass High School - None. That hole looks better in the dark.
Bruce CIT - Five. One to change the globe and four to discuss its benefits to future vocational training.
Lake Ginninderra College - Six. One to change it but only after the other five have found an interpreter to translate the English instructions.
ANU - Seventy six. One to change the globe. Fifty to protest the globe's right not to change and twenty five to stage a counter protest.
Canberra School of Music - Forty Three. One to change the globe and 42 piece orchestra to accompany him.
Queanbeyan High - Five. One to change it, and four to go to Go Lo for new booner attire to wear for the occasion
Alfred Deakin - None. None of them can see through their long hair
St Francis Xavier - Five. One to change it, two to make sure her hair ribbons are still in place and another two to make sure her bag looks cool at all times.
Karabar High - Five. One to change the bulb and four to complain that a school of their stature was ever built in Queanbeyan.
Cooma High School - None. Everything not welded down had been flogged long ago.
Dickson College - Fourteen. One to change it, one to throw the old one at the CIT students and six Italians and six Asians to kick the crap out of each other in the meantime.
Marist College - Three. One to put in a formal complaint about the imposition, one to change the bulb and one to make the observation that it isn't half as bright as the light shining from their arses.
Goulburn High - None. Everyone is either suspended or wagging (including the teachers).
Lake Tuggeranong College - Thirty One. One to change the bulb and thirty to paint interpretive murals about it all over Civic.
Stromlo High - None, they dont bother, it's just going to get stolen or broken anyway
Batemans Bay High - Nobody bothered to ask because nobody cares about Batemans Bay
Melrose - Thirteen, one to flog the new light bulb, one teacher to have used the old one to light his bong, and 11 to have the bongs ready to celebrate once the new light bulb is in.
Canberra Girls Grammar - One. She holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.
Narrabundah College - Two. One to change the bulb and one to figure out how to get high off the old one.
Canberra Boys Grammar - None. Those poor bastards are keeping their backs to the wall even if it means standing in the dark. Quote : "If you can't get a girl, get a Grammar boy"
Lyneham High - None. They're all too drunk to notice.
Daramalan College - None. In a perfect school nothing breaks down.
Radford Collage: Just one. We're talented, we can do drugs, sleep with people, save the world, cure world hunger, get A's and take care of a light bulb.
Belconnen High - Six. Four to break into the store, one to steal the globe and one to install it.
St Clares College - None. It is too unsafe for pregnant girls to attempt such dangerous task.
St Edmunds College - Five. One to install it, and four to tally the number of times he says fuck or talks about rugby while he's doing it.
Merici College - One. She'll put through a call to maintenance staff because there's no way she's going to do manual labour.
Yass High School - None. That hole looks better in the dark.
Bruce CIT - Five. One to change the globe and four to discuss its benefits to future vocational training.
Lake Ginninderra College - Six. One to change it but only after the other five have found an interpreter to translate the English instructions.
ANU - Seventy six. One to change the globe. Fifty to protest the globe's right not to change and twenty five to stage a counter protest.
Canberra School of Music - Forty Three. One to change the globe and 42 piece orchestra to accompany him.
Queanbeyan High - Five. One to change it, and four to go to Go Lo for new booner attire to wear for the occasion
Alfred Deakin - None. None of them can see through their long hair
St Francis Xavier - Five. One to change it, two to make sure her hair ribbons are still in place and another two to make sure her bag looks cool at all times.
Karabar High - Five. One to change the bulb and four to complain that a school of their stature was ever built in Queanbeyan.
Cooma High School - None. Everything not welded down had been flogged long ago.
Dickson College - Fourteen. One to change it, one to throw the old one at the CIT students and six Italians and six Asians to kick the crap out of each other in the meantime.
Marist College - Three. One to put in a formal complaint about the imposition, one to change the bulb and one to make the observation that it isn't half as bright as the light shining from their arses.
Goulburn High - None. Everyone is either suspended or wagging (including the teachers).
Lake Tuggeranong College - Thirty One. One to change the bulb and thirty to paint interpretive murals about it all over Civic.
Stromlo High - None, they dont bother, it's just going to get stolen or broken anyway
Batemans Bay High - Nobody bothered to ask because nobody cares about Batemans Bay
Melrose - Thirteen, one to flog the new light bulb, one teacher to have used the old one to light his bong, and 11 to have the bongs ready to celebrate once the new light bulb is in.
Monday, February 12, 2007
White Rabbits and Letterbox Frogs
Well, college is going fairly awesomely.
Today, for example...
I had drama first. The guys were running around on eachother's backs screaming things about damsels in distress and farmers on pins.
Then I had photography, and that was okay, even though it just consisted of gluing stuff into books. I got to sit around and talk to Martin and Kat while not letting Martin use my scissors, which is always fun.
Then during recess/line 2 I wandered on up to Woden, but the library had no free computers, so I sat on a bench and started reading Sophie's World (by Jostein Gaarder. Go find it and read it, now. Seriously.) , which is an awesome, awesome book. Read it now. Now now now. Now.
Anyway, wandered back for PG and maths. Maths was okay, still doing matrices. Fun-fun. Multiplication of Matrices, and whatnot.
Then zere vaz lunch, and the random invitations to "steamy lesbian sex", as well as conversations about things I really wish I hadn't overheard. Also the guy trying to be all death-metal-ness with an electric guitar that wasn't plugged into anything, screaming, "Saaataaaan's... toenaaaails neeeeed cliiiiiiiiippiiiiing!! Saatan's tooooenaaaaails!!" repeatedly.
Theeeennn.... English. Which was boring.
Then ToK, which was pretty damn awesome again. Just, awesomeness.
Then... wandered home. Painted a bit. My room is now almost greenified. Then will come the whiteness, and then the blue. And then there will be awesomeness, and lots of photos of said awesomeness.
And tidiness! Room is almost tidy! Almost.
But yes...
Must be off, now.
Too-ra!
=)
Today, for example...
I had drama first. The guys were running around on eachother's backs screaming things about damsels in distress and farmers on pins.
Then I had photography, and that was okay, even though it just consisted of gluing stuff into books. I got to sit around and talk to Martin and Kat while not letting Martin use my scissors, which is always fun.
Then during recess/line 2 I wandered on up to Woden, but the library had no free computers, so I sat on a bench and started reading Sophie's World (by Jostein Gaarder. Go find it and read it, now. Seriously.) , which is an awesome, awesome book. Read it now. Now now now. Now.
Anyway, wandered back for PG and maths. Maths was okay, still doing matrices. Fun-fun. Multiplication of Matrices, and whatnot.
Then zere vaz lunch, and the random invitations to "steamy lesbian sex", as well as conversations about things I really wish I hadn't overheard. Also the guy trying to be all death-metal-ness with an electric guitar that wasn't plugged into anything, screaming, "Saaataaaan's... toenaaaails neeeeed cliiiiiiiiippiiiiing!! Saatan's tooooenaaaaails!!" repeatedly.
Theeeennn.... English. Which was boring.
Then ToK, which was pretty damn awesome again. Just, awesomeness.
Then... wandered home. Painted a bit. My room is now almost greenified. Then will come the whiteness, and then the blue. And then there will be awesomeness, and lots of photos of said awesomeness.
And tidiness! Room is almost tidy! Almost.
But yes...
Must be off, now.
Too-ra!
=)
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Whizz, Pop, BANG
I had... English first this morning. It's continuing to look absolutely tedious, but hey.
Psychology second, which was slightly better than yesterday, and we were in groups and stuff. Doing all this boring 'getting to know you' stuff.
I sat around with Rosalind's weird friends at recess. They're weird and for the most part I don't like them. Some of the year twelves in that group seem okay, though, but year twelves consider themselves better than year elevens, so =P
Photography was pretty boring, we drew diagrams and checked out some of the stuff in the darkroom.
Maths was okay. It's like, matrices type stuff. It was really complicated-seeming, but the questions were really easy, so... that was odd.
I had line two (which has no class on it, for me) after lunch, so I wandered home during that time, stopping past the library and getting a new library card and a book on the way. Went home, ate some stuff, read a bit, and wandered back to school for drama.
Oh, man, drama! It was soooooo awesome! We played this weird game which involved shouting 'whizz', 'pop', and 'bang', and people screaming and laughing and falling over a lot, and it was AWESOME and and and WOW and I love it! ^_^
But yeah, now I'm beingk kicked off the computer, so. Yaaay! *hugglies for all* ^-^
Psychology second, which was slightly better than yesterday, and we were in groups and stuff. Doing all this boring 'getting to know you' stuff.
I sat around with Rosalind's weird friends at recess. They're weird and for the most part I don't like them. Some of the year twelves in that group seem okay, though, but year twelves consider themselves better than year elevens, so =P
Photography was pretty boring, we drew diagrams and checked out some of the stuff in the darkroom.
Maths was okay. It's like, matrices type stuff. It was really complicated-seeming, but the questions were really easy, so... that was odd.
I had line two (which has no class on it, for me) after lunch, so I wandered home during that time, stopping past the library and getting a new library card and a book on the way. Went home, ate some stuff, read a bit, and wandered back to school for drama.
Oh, man, drama! It was soooooo awesome! We played this weird game which involved shouting 'whizz', 'pop', and 'bang', and people screaming and laughing and falling over a lot, and it was AWESOME and and and WOW and I love it! ^_^
But yeah, now I'm beingk kicked off the computer, so. Yaaay! *hugglies for all* ^-^
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
So... Garage sales, eh...
We actually had classes today. Which was pretty damn cool.
First up was drama. I came into the room to discover a circle of mostly barefoot teenagers and one slightly deranged but enthusiastic looking man with hair that was either grey or a very peculiar shade of black.
Now you know you're gonna be in one of those awesome drama classes when the girl next to you is wearing black stockings with a yellow dress, and... and... rainbow gumboots. ^-^ Hugely varied class, which is awesome.
Also they have a blue sofa on the edge of the room >.>
Then I had a free line and then recess, in which I got to sample the canteen's delicacies - that is, reheated pies and a Lift from the vending machine.
Maths was after that, and it seemed like a pretty good class, even though they want us to buy $150 calculators.
Then there was Theory of Knowledge, aka ToK, which was cool. Literally. It was freezing. It was also four flights of stairs above ground level, at the top of what seemed to be a tower.
But it seems like a pretty cool class, really. The teachers're still working out how they're gonna run it, though. So, I'm not too sure which of those classes I go to. But hey.
After that there was... um... can't remember, now. Ah, photography. Some random girl sat next to me, and apparently she knew the teacher. Poor her. The girl, that is. The teacher was somehow both mean and boring at the same time. -.-"
Then there was Psychology, which the teacher was late for, and which was the only un-air-conditioned room. As in, it was boiling hot. And the teacher's voice was really nasal, high-pitched, and loud. So my head was really sore by the end of that, but it looks like it's going to be a pretty good class.
English was boring. Class is full mostly of the idiots from Deakin. Teacher is either a man that looks vaguely like a woman or a woman that looks a lot like a man. Bleh. Oh well.
But yeah. It's boiling hot. I'm going to overheat and die, now. Too-ra :)
First up was drama. I came into the room to discover a circle of mostly barefoot teenagers and one slightly deranged but enthusiastic looking man with hair that was either grey or a very peculiar shade of black.
Now you know you're gonna be in one of those awesome drama classes when the girl next to you is wearing black stockings with a yellow dress, and... and... rainbow gumboots. ^-^ Hugely varied class, which is awesome.
Also they have a blue sofa on the edge of the room >.>
Then I had a free line and then recess, in which I got to sample the canteen's delicacies - that is, reheated pies and a Lift from the vending machine.
Maths was after that, and it seemed like a pretty good class, even though they want us to buy $150 calculators.
Then there was Theory of Knowledge, aka ToK, which was cool. Literally. It was freezing. It was also four flights of stairs above ground level, at the top of what seemed to be a tower.
But it seems like a pretty cool class, really. The teachers're still working out how they're gonna run it, though. So, I'm not too sure which of those classes I go to. But hey.
After that there was... um... can't remember, now. Ah, photography. Some random girl sat next to me, and apparently she knew the teacher. Poor her. The girl, that is. The teacher was somehow both mean and boring at the same time. -.-"
Then there was Psychology, which the teacher was late for, and which was the only un-air-conditioned room. As in, it was boiling hot. And the teacher's voice was really nasal, high-pitched, and loud. So my head was really sore by the end of that, but it looks like it's going to be a pretty good class.
English was boring. Class is full mostly of the idiots from Deakin. Teacher is either a man that looks vaguely like a woman or a woman that looks a lot like a man. Bleh. Oh well.
But yeah. It's boiling hot. I'm going to overheat and die, now. Too-ra :)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Chemical Marshmallows
Weeeeeeell! College!
Righto, so I got up this morning at - shock, horror - something like seven thirty.
Got ready and stuffs, but I had to take two bags cause my folder thing is too big.
Arrived, was directed through a crowd of people trying to get hold of their time tables, ID cards and information stuffs.
Then followed the crowd to the hall, where we listened to a strange story that was apparently about priorities.
Squeezed through miniscule passageway to get to tutor group, what they call 'pathways group', or PG.
Ate a super cookie of yumminess at recess.
Squashed back into PG room only to discover that we were meant to be in the hall. Again.
Squashed back into hall with a bunuch of similarly confused students and teachers.
Bored.
Somehow ended up back in PG at midday.
Dismiss-ered.
Wandered up to mother's work where I drank their entire water cooler. One cup at a time, of course. I'm not greedy =P
Wandered off with mother in search of a bag that would fit both food and books. Failed in that quest.
Wandered home, and am here now.
I'll scan my timetable later.
I'll put up the blog from Broulee later later later. It's really long, and it's taking ages to type up because it takes too much effort.
Oh, yes. The girl next to me in PG is also called Caitlin, and her middle name is Freya - Caitlin is spelt the same way as my name, and Freya is spelt the same way as my sister's. Randomness.
Cookie cookie cookie.
Biscuit.
Righto, so I got up this morning at - shock, horror - something like seven thirty.
Got ready and stuffs, but I had to take two bags cause my folder thing is too big.
Arrived, was directed through a crowd of people trying to get hold of their time tables, ID cards and information stuffs.
Then followed the crowd to the hall, where we listened to a strange story that was apparently about priorities.
Squeezed through miniscule passageway to get to tutor group, what they call 'pathways group', or PG.
Ate a super cookie of yumminess at recess.
Squashed back into PG room only to discover that we were meant to be in the hall. Again.
Squashed back into hall with a bunuch of similarly confused students and teachers.
Bored.
Somehow ended up back in PG at midday.
Dismiss-ered.
Wandered up to mother's work where I drank their entire water cooler. One cup at a time, of course. I'm not greedy =P
Wandered off with mother in search of a bag that would fit both food and books. Failed in that quest.
Wandered home, and am here now.
I'll scan my timetable later.
I'll put up the blog from Broulee later later later. It's really long, and it's taking ages to type up because it takes too much effort.
Oh, yes. The girl next to me in PG is also called Caitlin, and her middle name is Freya - Caitlin is spelt the same way as my name, and Freya is spelt the same way as my sister's. Randomness.
Cookie cookie cookie.
Biscuit.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Perusal. What a cool word.
| You Are Somewhat Mature |
 You definitely act like an adult sometimes, but a big part of you is still a kid at heart. While your immature side is definitely fun, you're going to have to grow up sooner or later. |
Yuh huh, later.
| Your Element Is Air |
 You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world. And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly. Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life. You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful. You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person. With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that! |
Mmkaaaay.
| Your Emoticon is Cool |
 You're not feeling particularly up or down, just relaxed and calm. You're ready for whatever is going to happen next! |
That's the most retarded cool-face emoticon I've ever seen.
| You Are 52% Cynical |
 Yes, you are cynical, but more than anything, you're a realist. You see what's screwed up in the world, but you also take time to remember what's right. |
Possibly.
| Your Famous Last Words Will Be: |
 "Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored." |
Hah, I bet they will be.
| You Are 73% Grown Up, 27% Kid |
 Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature. Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed. |
Bwahahahaha wrong.
| You Are 82% Peaceful |
 You are the epitome of inner peace and total calm. You are grounded, emotionally mature, and very wise. While no one's life is perfect, you have a great amount of perspective on the world - and you place in it. |
Bwhahahahah wrong again.
| You Are More Yin |
 Devoted Forgiving Fall Winter Afternoon Moon Time Passive Metal Honey |
Cheese
Teapot
Tablecloth
Monkey
Sparkle
Black
Toenail
Hey look, I can list random words, too!
| You're a Total Grinch |
 Ouch! You make the Grinch seem like Santa Claus. Holidays definitely aren't your thing. Just relax, and create your own tradition. Even if it's drinking spiked hot chocolate and heckling carolers. |
Spiked hot chocolate ftw.
Big blog from beach is coming. I'm getting a tooth removed in an hour. >.<
Friday, January 26, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
Un-Ducks
I have these, like... constant pins & needles in my hands. And sometimes my arms. It's weird. And sort of painful.
So, I went and played tennis again yesterday. I got burnt again, but only a tiny bit where my sleeves moved after I put on sunscreen. My arm stopped hurting (It started hurting last time I played, cause I'm so unfit >.>). That was good. We went and got ice creams from the Curtin milk bar afterwards cause we couldn't find a carpark at the Yarralumla shops. Beh, Curtin's cheaper anyway. And their Coles is cheaper than Deakin's IGA. I know because Mother is always rambling about it. Clearly her tendency to ramble has rubbed off on me =P As well as Father's habit of waffling on when people aren't really listening. But he's a dear old thing, really.
I've been driving a fair bit. Round those half-built mansion places in that billionaire East O'Malley Estate place. Father drives me out, we get out, stick the L-plates on, and I tear around the place like a maniac. At 40km/h. And occasionally stopping unintentionally in the middle of round-a-bouts. Also I nearly hit a cyclist today. >.> But I am gradually but steadily improving. Father suggested we bring Mother along on Sunday. Mother sounded terrified at the idea =)
But yeah... generally my days go as follows:
11am - Get up, make toast with cheese and tonnes of those unidentified herb things. Read newspaper slowly. Answer a few clues in the crossword (or Sudoku, if mum hasn't done it already).
12 - sit around playing random guitar
12.30 - waste time on the intar-webz
1.30 - read or listen to music (or both)
2.30 - listen to music or read (or both)
3.30/4 - drag Father out to O'Malley and drive in circles until he falls asleep
5.30/6 - wake dad up & go home
6 - waste time, read, play guitar, watch dad work on The Cubby (Cubby may be explained in some other post)
7 - dinner, dessert, TV with family (including liberally insulting the children)
9/10/10.30 (depending on TV) - wander off to bed. Read/listen to music/write
11pm - start trying to sleep
3/4am - get to sleep
6am - wake up. Drift in and out of sleep until 11.
Repeat daily.
Because my holidays are being so monotonous and repetitive, I'm not really blogging much. I promise there will be exciting and stressed out blogs as often as I can manage when college starts!
Also, I'm going to Broulee for a week from Monday (8/1/07). So there will be no posts during that week (unless I get to an internet cafe, which I doubt will happen. Broulee is really too small for internet). However! I will try to keep a handwritten record of my boring everyday happenings. Then when I get home I can type it up and post it. But yeah...
Pins & needles haven't stopped. I have a glow-in-the-dark lizard.
Sigh, grumble. I'm sure my family will be relieved when college starts. I've been so tetchy and irritable with them. No idea why, they're being no more annoying than usual. I just keep wanting to swear (which everyone should know is something I don't often do) and hit things which I also don't often do). I don't know. I'm being a complete bitch to them all, and totally intolerant, which I hate. It's strange, I can tolerate and accept big things, but little things like my brother whining about whihch flavoured icy pole he got (he's bloody lucky to get any) and my littlest sister trying to act like me (If only she knew what a bad idea that was) are making me snap, and I want to throw tantrums and slam doors and be selfish and childish. And when I'm not doing that I'm' ignoring or avoiding them all.
I'm being a horrible daughter/sister/neice/cousin/granddaughter.
Ah well. All I can do is try harder tomorrow.
And I just wish these stupid pins & needles would go away.
Beh, offwards with me.
...
I think this toast is addictive.
So, I went and played tennis again yesterday. I got burnt again, but only a tiny bit where my sleeves moved after I put on sunscreen. My arm stopped hurting (It started hurting last time I played, cause I'm so unfit >.>). That was good. We went and got ice creams from the Curtin milk bar afterwards cause we couldn't find a carpark at the Yarralumla shops. Beh, Curtin's cheaper anyway. And their Coles is cheaper than Deakin's IGA. I know because Mother is always rambling about it. Clearly her tendency to ramble has rubbed off on me =P As well as Father's habit of waffling on when people aren't really listening. But he's a dear old thing, really.
I've been driving a fair bit. Round those half-built mansion places in that billionaire East O'Malley Estate place. Father drives me out, we get out, stick the L-plates on, and I tear around the place like a maniac. At 40km/h. And occasionally stopping unintentionally in the middle of round-a-bouts. Also I nearly hit a cyclist today. >.> But I am gradually but steadily improving. Father suggested we bring Mother along on Sunday. Mother sounded terrified at the idea =)
But yeah... generally my days go as follows:
11am - Get up, make toast with cheese and tonnes of those unidentified herb things. Read newspaper slowly. Answer a few clues in the crossword (or Sudoku, if mum hasn't done it already).
12 - sit around playing random guitar
12.30 - waste time on the intar-webz
1.30 - read or listen to music (or both)
2.30 - listen to music or read (or both)
3.30/4 - drag Father out to O'Malley and drive in circles until he falls asleep
5.30/6 - wake dad up & go home
6 - waste time, read, play guitar, watch dad work on The Cubby (Cubby may be explained in some other post)
7 - dinner, dessert, TV with family (including liberally insulting the children)
9/10/10.30 (depending on TV) - wander off to bed. Read/listen to music/write
11pm - start trying to sleep
3/4am - get to sleep
6am - wake up. Drift in and out of sleep until 11.
Repeat daily.
Because my holidays are being so monotonous and repetitive, I'm not really blogging much. I promise there will be exciting and stressed out blogs as often as I can manage when college starts!
Also, I'm going to Broulee for a week from Monday (8/1/07). So there will be no posts during that week (unless I get to an internet cafe, which I doubt will happen. Broulee is really too small for internet). However! I will try to keep a handwritten record of my boring everyday happenings. Then when I get home I can type it up and post it. But yeah...
Pins & needles haven't stopped. I have a glow-in-the-dark lizard.
Sigh, grumble. I'm sure my family will be relieved when college starts. I've been so tetchy and irritable with them. No idea why, they're being no more annoying than usual. I just keep wanting to swear (which everyone should know is something I don't often do) and hit things which I also don't often do). I don't know. I'm being a complete bitch to them all, and totally intolerant, which I hate. It's strange, I can tolerate and accept big things, but little things like my brother whining about whihch flavoured icy pole he got (he's bloody lucky to get any) and my littlest sister trying to act like me (If only she knew what a bad idea that was) are making me snap, and I want to throw tantrums and slam doors and be selfish and childish. And when I'm not doing that I'm' ignoring or avoiding them all.
I'm being a horrible daughter/sister/neice/cousin/granddaughter.
Ah well. All I can do is try harder tomorrow.
And I just wish these stupid pins & needles would go away.
Beh, offwards with me.
...
I think this toast is addictive.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Bridie says: "I can feel the pulse in your toe"
Okee okee okee.
I spent New Year's Eve playing pictionary and charades with my family and neighbours :P
Amazingly, it was quite fun. The adults were suitably inebriated and I got to see my neighbour try to act out the words 'variety show' with no noise. It involved singing silently and some very talented tap-dancing. I also got to see my father acting out the word 'mermaid'. That was the funniest thing I have ever seen my father do ^-^
Anyway, we finished that up around eleven, and then stood around singing and playing piano till 11.30.
And then....
Bwahahahha...
We went on a walk. We were skipping and dancing and singing all the way up the hill, where we stopped and swung on the swings, and then came back down again just in time for midnight, which was spent watching the jtv countdown. For the whole ten seconds.
But yeah. Peoples made resolutions, neighbours left, everyone went to bed. I sat around playing guitar for a while and then read a book (beginning to end, took me about 45 minutes), and then went to bed.
I refuse to make challenging New Year's Resolutions. I shall make resolutions I know I'll keep, so I can feel like I've achieved something at the end of the year.
I will learn to drive, I will learn guitar, and I will try - no promises, mind you - to stop burping at my sister.
I wish everyone a Happy New Year, and hope nobody is too hungover =P
I spent New Year's Eve playing pictionary and charades with my family and neighbours :P
Amazingly, it was quite fun. The adults were suitably inebriated and I got to see my neighbour try to act out the words 'variety show' with no noise. It involved singing silently and some very talented tap-dancing. I also got to see my father acting out the word 'mermaid'. That was the funniest thing I have ever seen my father do ^-^
Anyway, we finished that up around eleven, and then stood around singing and playing piano till 11.30.
And then....
Bwahahahha...
We went on a walk. We were skipping and dancing and singing all the way up the hill, where we stopped and swung on the swings, and then came back down again just in time for midnight, which was spent watching the jtv countdown. For the whole ten seconds.
But yeah. Peoples made resolutions, neighbours left, everyone went to bed. I sat around playing guitar for a while and then read a book (beginning to end, took me about 45 minutes), and then went to bed.
I refuse to make challenging New Year's Resolutions. I shall make resolutions I know I'll keep, so I can feel like I've achieved something at the end of the year.
I will learn to drive, I will learn guitar, and I will try - no promises, mind you - to stop burping at my sister.
I wish everyone a Happy New Year, and hope nobody is too hungover =P
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Good Morning Toast
Three things from least to most important:
One:
OMFG I have hiccups. I HATE hiccups.
Two:
There is THE hugest storm outside. I mean, what the hell. It hardly rained in winter, it didn't rain at all last summer, it was boiling hot this morning and now there's t his HUGE storm. Massive hail and lots of it, lighting striking Oakey Hill and Woden Valley (Above and below my house, respectively)... I'm guessing the power will go out soon.
Three:
I was driving this afternoon.Round in circles and then reversing in circles and parking absolutely perfectly. There were a woman and a dog and a boy on a unicycle and I didn't hit them. Admittly they weren't actually IN the carpark I was driving in, but they were there. I drove up a street thing and reversed down it without damaging anything. And father and I both survived the whole thing ^-^ It was funny, because I got in the car at the start, and had to spend five minutes trying to stop myself cackling insanely.
Anyway, those are those three things.
I was playing tennis this morning with teh family and teh aunt's family at the Yarralumla tennis courtsies [Random reminder to self - Open Your Eyes was used as background music for the ABC news' overview of the year]. And I like, totally beat everyone else (Like, totally!), except for Darcy. So that was pretty fun, even though I'm rather sunburnt now.
Also today, I was in the middle of spending something like three and a half hours on the computer, when Freya came in with...
Eyes Open. Snow Patrol's new(ish) album. Only problem was that we already had the best songs from it from friends and LimeWire.
Anyway, apparently the neighbours are coming over for drinks tonight. Here's hoping the adults get thoroughly sloshed and do embarrassing things I can video and use against them as blackmail.
But yes. Click PhotoBucket link. Click 'Photos'. Click 'Videos'. Check out my dodgy guitar playing.
Now, I'm off. Tootlés.
One:
OMFG I have hiccups. I HATE hiccups.
Two:
There is THE hugest storm outside. I mean, what the hell. It hardly rained in winter, it didn't rain at all last summer, it was boiling hot this morning and now there's t his HUGE storm. Massive hail and lots of it, lighting striking Oakey Hill and Woden Valley (Above and below my house, respectively)... I'm guessing the power will go out soon.
Three:
I was driving this afternoon.Round in circles and then reversing in circles and parking absolutely perfectly. There were a woman and a dog and a boy on a unicycle and I didn't hit them. Admittly they weren't actually IN the carpark I was driving in, but they were there. I drove up a street thing and reversed down it without damaging anything. And father and I both survived the whole thing ^-^ It was funny, because I got in the car at the start, and had to spend five minutes trying to stop myself cackling insanely.
Anyway, those are those three things.
I was playing tennis this morning with teh family and teh aunt's family at the Yarralumla tennis courtsies [Random reminder to self - Open Your Eyes was used as background music for the ABC news' overview of the year]. And I like, totally beat everyone else (Like, totally!), except for Darcy. So that was pretty fun, even though I'm rather sunburnt now.
Also today, I was in the middle of spending something like three and a half hours on the computer, when Freya came in with...
Eyes Open. Snow Patrol's new(ish) album. Only problem was that we already had the best songs from it from friends and LimeWire.
Anyway, apparently the neighbours are coming over for drinks tonight. Here's hoping the adults get thoroughly sloshed and do embarrassing things I can video and use against them as blackmail.
But yes. Click PhotoBucket link. Click 'Photos'. Click 'Videos'. Check out my dodgy guitar playing.
Now, I'm off. Tootlés.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tomato-Headed Real Estate Agent
Heheh.
Heh.
Eh....
I went on a wandering walk to Mt. Taylor and back with my parents the other evening.
It was pretty good. We were wandering along, and I was watching my hands, and I had this sudden random mental image of my hands talking to each other. I'm not entirely sure why, but I found this really, really funny, and burst into a fit of mad giggling.
Oh, man, you should have seen the look on mother's face when I explained it. There has never been a more 'What the fuck' expression on anyone's face, I swear.
It was almost as funny as the idea of my hands talking to each other.
Anyway, I don't even remember what day that was on. I don't know what day it is today, either.
But yeah...
Anyone who happened to be talking to me a couple of days ago may have noticed I was in a quite odd mood.
Bleh, is all I have to say.
I'm always hyperactive, because it's easier than thinking. And when I get left alone with no conversation, I think. Thinking is bad. Basically I almost always end up crying for some unknown reason.
Which is why I always act hyperactive and random. The other day, I just... stopped acting hyperactive. Sooooort of broke down a little.
It's all good, though. Tis no one and nothing's fault, and Caitlin is all good again =)
I apologise for the inconvenience :P
Anyway, I went down to Woden with Freya the other day, cause we got vouchers, and I got a blue top from Supre, and the girl gave me my change in cash (rather than writing out a voucher for the amount of change, as she was meant to do), so I got an ice cream from Wendy's and a headband from Diva, too. That was pretty cool.
But yeah. I keeps listeningk to this awesome Eskimo Joe CD...
Songs on it are:
Comfort You
New York
Black Fingernails, Red Wine
Breaking Up
Setting Sun
London Bombs
Sarah
This Is Pressure
Beating Like A Drum
Reprise
Suicide Girl
How Does It Feel
My favourite is London Bombs, and I badly want to get the piano music for it. It's superfully prettiful.
Other ones I like are Comfort You, Black Fingernails, Red Wine, Breaking Up, and the Reprise.
New York, Sarah and Suicide Girl are pretty cool, too.
The rest are okay, but not great.
Eskimo Joe = goodness.
Their lyrics aren't particularly amazing, but the music is damn awesome.
They do have some little nice bits of lyrics, but not like, pure amazingness type lyrics, like Snow Patrol's. But hey.
IAnd if you're scared about the future
I'm scared about the past
Neh... I has learned a total of two and a half chords on guitar.
Hurrah.
It's three, sort of, but the third one sounds totally wrong, so I have to double check the notes.
But yes. I brought my guitar downstairs to show Freya my small achievement, and Adair took the guitar off me and just sat around playing music, and everybody clapped for her, so I just gave up and came upstairs.
Gee, that *really* made me feel great about my utter lack of ability. I mean, I was proud of myself for learning two chords. But no, apparently I'm supposed to be able to play all kinds of songs.
Gr...
I can play songs, but not properly, just the notes of the melody, not the chords, not the guitar notes, and bleurgh.
Stupid bloody Adair making me look even worse.
>=(
I was lying on the sofa a week or so ago, watching the iTunes visualiser and listening to music of some sort, and dad was standing around for some reason, and I was like, "You know what'd be really cool? Having like... an iTunes visualiser... as the ceiling... and then having like... lava lamp walls... that'd be so cool... and you could just lie around and watch all the swirly colours... heh... colours..."
And it was vaguely amusing at the time, even though I don't remember why.
But damn, that would be so cool. Except that lava lamps get hot, and I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch the glass, and would probably end up burning myself.
Ah well...
It's a fun idea... and then to have like, speakers under the floor... and then play music so loud that it made the floor shake. And you could just lie on the floor and watch the ceiling or the walls or whatever... man that'd be awesome.
But I shall have to make do with the visualiser on my computer.
And I was wrong to let you know
So drink your coffee and catch your bus
But yes, offwards time for Caitlin.
*waves*
Heh.
Eh....
I went on a wandering walk to Mt. Taylor and back with my parents the other evening.
It was pretty good. We were wandering along, and I was watching my hands, and I had this sudden random mental image of my hands talking to each other. I'm not entirely sure why, but I found this really, really funny, and burst into a fit of mad giggling.
Oh, man, you should have seen the look on mother's face when I explained it. There has never been a more 'What the fuck' expression on anyone's face, I swear.
It was almost as funny as the idea of my hands talking to each other.
Anyway, I don't even remember what day that was on. I don't know what day it is today, either.
But yeah...
Anyone who happened to be talking to me a couple of days ago may have noticed I was in a quite odd mood.
Bleh, is all I have to say.
I'm always hyperactive, because it's easier than thinking. And when I get left alone with no conversation, I think. Thinking is bad. Basically I almost always end up crying for some unknown reason.
Which is why I always act hyperactive and random. The other day, I just... stopped acting hyperactive. Sooooort of broke down a little.
It's all good, though. Tis no one and nothing's fault, and Caitlin is all good again =)
I apologise for the inconvenience :P
Anyway, I went down to Woden with Freya the other day, cause we got vouchers, and I got a blue top from Supre, and the girl gave me my change in cash (rather than writing out a voucher for the amount of change, as she was meant to do), so I got an ice cream from Wendy's and a headband from Diva, too. That was pretty cool.
But yeah. I keeps listeningk to this awesome Eskimo Joe CD...
Songs on it are:
Comfort You
New York
Black Fingernails, Red Wine
Breaking Up
Setting Sun
London Bombs
Sarah
This Is Pressure
Beating Like A Drum
Reprise
Suicide Girl
How Does It Feel
My favourite is London Bombs, and I badly want to get the piano music for it. It's superfully prettiful.
Other ones I like are Comfort You, Black Fingernails, Red Wine, Breaking Up, and the Reprise.
New York, Sarah and Suicide Girl are pretty cool, too.
The rest are okay, but not great.
Eskimo Joe = goodness.
Their lyrics aren't particularly amazing, but the music is damn awesome.
They do have some little nice bits of lyrics, but not like, pure amazingness type lyrics, like Snow Patrol's. But hey.
IAnd if you're scared about the future
I'm scared about the past
Neh... I has learned a total of two and a half chords on guitar.
Hurrah.
It's three, sort of, but the third one sounds totally wrong, so I have to double check the notes.
But yes. I brought my guitar downstairs to show Freya my small achievement, and Adair took the guitar off me and just sat around playing music, and everybody clapped for her, so I just gave up and came upstairs.
Gee, that *really* made me feel great about my utter lack of ability. I mean, I was proud of myself for learning two chords. But no, apparently I'm supposed to be able to play all kinds of songs.
Gr...
I can play songs, but not properly, just the notes of the melody, not the chords, not the guitar notes, and bleurgh.
Stupid bloody Adair making me look even worse.
>=(
I was lying on the sofa a week or so ago, watching the iTunes visualiser and listening to music of some sort, and dad was standing around for some reason, and I was like, "You know what'd be really cool? Having like... an iTunes visualiser... as the ceiling... and then having like... lava lamp walls... that'd be so cool... and you could just lie around and watch all the swirly colours... heh... colours..."
And it was vaguely amusing at the time, even though I don't remember why.
But damn, that would be so cool. Except that lava lamps get hot, and I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch the glass, and would probably end up burning myself.
Ah well...
It's a fun idea... and then to have like, speakers under the floor... and then play music so loud that it made the floor shake. And you could just lie on the floor and watch the ceiling or the walls or whatever... man that'd be awesome.
But I shall have to make do with the visualiser on my computer.
And I was wrong to let you know
So drink your coffee and catch your bus
But yes, offwards time for Caitlin.
*waves*
Monday, December 25, 2006
OMFG OMFGOMFGOMFO JGnslruKKHKLH!!!~
Merry Commercialised Myth Day, everybody =)
Gift records time! I know it's not about the gifts, but one prezzie made me very, very happy.
I got an Eskimo Joe CD (Bridie and Connor), voucher for Better Music from Nana (sheet music, so I can learn more songsies), the most awful pyjamas ever from the grandparents (they smell like old people), a large pile of incence and candles from Freya (Hehe, she's superful ^-^), various jewelleries thingieses, a torch (...?) and...
And...
And...
I got... from the parentals...
A guitar.
zomFg
I have no idea how to play, of course. But I can learn. It is SO fecking awesome.
^-^
Anyway, I keep being distracted by my many wonderful gifts.
GUITAR
So, I'll be
GUITAR
Off now
GUITAR
Merry GUITAR Commercialised GUITAR Myth Day.
...
Guitar.
Gift records time! I know it's not about the gifts, but one prezzie made me very, very happy.
I got an Eskimo Joe CD (Bridie and Connor), voucher for Better Music from Nana (sheet music, so I can learn more songsies), the most awful pyjamas ever from the grandparents (they smell like old people), a large pile of incence and candles from Freya (Hehe, she's superful ^-^), various jewelleries thingieses, a torch (...?) and...
And...
And...
I got... from the parentals...
A guitar.
zomFg
I have no idea how to play, of course. But I can learn. It is SO fecking awesome.
^-^
Anyway, I keep being distracted by my many wonderful gifts.
GUITAR
So, I'll be
GUITAR
Off now
GUITAR
Merry GUITAR Commercialised GUITAR Myth Day.
...
Guitar.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Blame Bob
Bloggedy bloggedy blog. Boing.
Bleh... boredom. Got up around midday today, wasted time on the computer...
Went out to Teh Museum. Mother, Nana, Freya, Bridie, Connor, Hamish and I drove out, Aunty Adair rode out, and Darcy was dropped there by Uncle Nigel after we'd been there long enough to -
Baby's got mama's eyes
She was always beautiful
When you hear his voice
Feel his arms around you
You remember mama smilin'
Daddy's little girl
Bad weather
Cold media storm
- see Circa and kspace, and had gone out to sit around in that watery gardenny place. Ignore the random lyrics there, just had to type 'em. Awesome song, and all. Anyway, then we went wandering around to see the other exhibits, including a place where you could leave notes saying what your favourite part of the museum was (Darcy left one saying "Cheese", I left one saying "Cheese teapot bubble pie" and Freya left one saying "Circa", boring girl =P ) and, of course, the cafe. Where we bought slushies. The slushie flavours were Dish-washing Detergent Green and Rotten Strawberry Chemical Red. Yum yum.
Anyway, then we abandoned Darcy at the museum, cause he couldn't fit in the car, and he was trying to call Uncle Nigel to collect him, but Nigel wouldn't pick up the phone. So we just left him at the museum. Aunty Adair rode back, and we took Hamish back home, where we arrived just as Uncle Nigel was leaving and just as Aunty Adair was getting home.
Nyes... then we went past the shops, where Nana, Freya and I stayed in the car and Freya and I played random staring games, and Nana got wished a "Merry Christmas, mate" by some random guy passing the car. Mother and the childerbeast went in and gotted foodz for dinner and t'morrer's lunch. But yes... food. Yummy.
Anyway, I'm off for now.
Merry Commercialised Myth, everybody =)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
I just want to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
~~~~~~~~
Oh yes, I remember now. I had the most random, random, random dream last night. It was like, the formal, only then, everybody went outside and there was a game of soccer. Except these birds kept swooping, and one landed in my hair, and then for some reason I was in these elevators of doom that led to all these random like, parallel universes or something, and then the bird was my pet. Only, I couldn't find anybody I knew, and everyone ended up in different universes, and I was all lost and alone and stuffs, and there were weird things like places where everything was patchwork jelly or where it was like the inside of a label and really weird places like that. And then I ended up back at the start, sitting on the side of the soccer match and watching, while holding that same random bird, and talking to Peoples... hm. Very strange dream, anyway, but at least it ended vaguely well.
Anyway, I'm off. *waves*
Bleh... boredom. Got up around midday today, wasted time on the computer...
Went out to Teh Museum. Mother, Nana, Freya, Bridie, Connor, Hamish and I drove out, Aunty Adair rode out, and Darcy was dropped there by Uncle Nigel after we'd been there long enough to -
Baby's got mama's eyes
She was always beautiful
When you hear his voice
Feel his arms around you
You remember mama smilin'
Daddy's little girl
Bad weather
Cold media storm
- see Circa and kspace, and had gone out to sit around in that watery gardenny place. Ignore the random lyrics there, just had to type 'em. Awesome song, and all. Anyway, then we went wandering around to see the other exhibits, including a place where you could leave notes saying what your favourite part of the museum was (Darcy left one saying "Cheese", I left one saying "Cheese teapot bubble pie" and Freya left one saying "Circa", boring girl =P ) and, of course, the cafe. Where we bought slushies. The slushie flavours were Dish-washing Detergent Green and Rotten Strawberry Chemical Red. Yum yum.
Anyway, then we abandoned Darcy at the museum, cause he couldn't fit in the car, and he was trying to call Uncle Nigel to collect him, but Nigel wouldn't pick up the phone. So we just left him at the museum. Aunty Adair rode back, and we took Hamish back home, where we arrived just as Uncle Nigel was leaving and just as Aunty Adair was getting home.
Nyes... then we went past the shops, where Nana, Freya and I stayed in the car and Freya and I played random staring games, and Nana got wished a "Merry Christmas, mate" by some random guy passing the car. Mother and the childerbeast went in and gotted foodz for dinner and t'morrer's lunch. But yes... food. Yummy.
Anyway, I'm off for now.
Merry Commercialised Myth, everybody =)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
I just want to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
~~~~~~~~
Oh yes, I remember now. I had the most random, random, random dream last night. It was like, the formal, only then, everybody went outside and there was a game of soccer. Except these birds kept swooping, and one landed in my hair, and then for some reason I was in these elevators of doom that led to all these random like, parallel universes or something, and then the bird was my pet. Only, I couldn't find anybody I knew, and everyone ended up in different universes, and I was all lost and alone and stuffs, and there were weird things like places where everything was patchwork jelly or where it was like the inside of a label and really weird places like that. And then I ended up back at the start, sitting on the side of the soccer match and watching, while holding that same random bird, and talking to Peoples... hm. Very strange dream, anyway, but at least it ended vaguely well.
Anyway, I'm off. *waves*
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!
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