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"I don't love you." "I don't love you too." ♥ 2008-03-24 19:44:23 WARNING: Another total epic of a post.Developments! Developments! I have many, many developments. :)I'd probably better start with the beach gathering. Now this is absolutely unbelievable but it would appear that Tom2 tried to stand me up! Bastard! A huge group of my peers and I stood in front of the steps of Flinders St Station for about 45 minutes in the end, waiting for everyone to get there (we were all over the place). After twenty or so minutes I got the idea that Tom 2 wasn't going to show. Lau (a girl who came to my school around the middle of last year, having previously been living in Argentina and America and Spain or something and who I've recently come to know and like immensely) tried to get me to call him, but I hadn't exchanged numbers with him, learning from my Ginney hass
Meeting bogans when hungry. 2008-03-30 07:06:01 For the past week my family has been holidaying at the beach. We were all supposed to all stay until the middle of next week, but I have work experience from Monday to Friday so my father and I returned home last night. We found our house virtually devoid of food, and with most of our cash and our car in my mother's possession. Last night that wasn't a problem. We walked to the local Italian restaurant and pigged out on pizza and hazelnut ice cream. This morning, however, I woke up and thoroughly searched our kitchen. There was cereal, but no milk. No bread, so I couldn't make toast, and there were no condiments anyway. No yoghurt. No fruit. Not even a biscuit.What could I do?I went to the outside fridge and completely devoured one of my big Easter eggs. :)Then, once I'd completely polishe
Thank God for Decisiveness. 2008-03-31 07:02:52 You know what?I love wearing work clothes.I love coming home in work clothes, stockings and skirts, having been at a workplace all day. In an environment where everyone is professional, intelligent and hard working, but refreshingly relaxed and friendly with their colleagues. Experts in their field.One day I will be an excellent professional something or other.I'll come home, kick off my shoes and relax with a cup of tea, in my terrace house, with my dog.Fingers crossed, I'll be coming home after working as a legal professional.I am loving work experience. I love watching how the magistrates and the clerks and the senior constables are serious and deeply respectful one moment, then joking the next."Human rights? Bah! Don't fill her head with that rubbish! The greatest example of human righ Read more:Thank
Love for the Court 2008-04-03 04:12:59 I must confess, I've been wanting to post for some time, but holding myself back for fear of just churning out another boring, gushy passage on how much I love spending time at court.I suppose I could try and explain why, and forget how gushy I sound. Nobody's obliged to read this.First of all, I cannot emphasise how helpful Yoki's father has been - he drives me to and from the courts (half an hour away by car, an hour and a half by train), gives me heaps of advice about the legal profession and university courses, introduces me to everyone, tells them to get me doing more interesting things than just filing and does whatever else he can to ensure that I'm getting the most out of my time. He even said that when I graduate from law school he'd do what he could to help me get a placement to Read more:Court
Drudge. 2008-04-06 05:28:02 Constant thought in the back of my mind. All day. Every day. It doesn't matter how hard I've worked. It still isn't enough. For seven months.Then, God willing, it's law school.
This is why girls have girlfriends. 2008-04-06 02:52:00 "You've got far too many other assets to be worrying about the size of the lumps of fat residing on your chest."
Deep Seated Misogyny 2008-04-05 20:48:47 RE: Boo.Hey that's not fair.It's you women who don't give us a bloody clue. You'll want this and that from us, but won't say it directly and when we finally get it, it's too late- you're already mad at us.We offer you this, but you won't even try it because you're too focused about what the guy across the room might have for you. And when you don't get his attention at all, you start hating all men.You'll find a man you want, enter a relationship with him and suddenly go blind every time he shows untrustworthiness. You'll try so hard to make it work because you wanted to maintain the illusion that he's Mr. Right. After all the heartache and abuse, you'll walk out the relationship scarred for life.Oh, and it's also you women who's responsible for the existence of "The Friend Zone".Gee, "dee
No title 2008-04-05 19:51:04 I'm full of tea. I think that's the best state to be in.My darling Riley is doing obscene things to his pillow.I haven't studied half as much as I should have.Ginney's coming over for a cuppa tomorrow.I can go to both The Boy's formal and Matchbox Twenty now, but I feel like a wretch for it. MsWise has probably lost all respect for me and thinks I'm a terrible snob and elitist, and I can't even say that because she found out about this blog and might read this, and it might look like I said that so she'd be obliged to deny it. But that's not the case.The idea that I might put The Boy, or any boy, before her and CatBird makes me shudder.I should have just left things as they were.I think I'm going to switch off the love life for the rest of the year, at least. I had the right idea before, w
No title 2008-04-09 05:17:18 I am an agnostic small-l liberal. I live in a house with a fascist dictator, a pacifist, a subjectivist, a devout Catholic, a monarchist and a hedonist.We don't talk to each other much.
"G'day mate" (the very thought of greeting someone in such a manner has me writhing in agony.) 2008-04-15 02:29:35 "I'm meeting an Australian exchange student on friday about your age.Anything I should not say that could be taken as offensive (besides the obvious of being myself).I got myself in trouble with an Italian once, which is why I ask. Cultural differences and so forth!"OK. I'm going to take the liberty of clarifying a few obvious things before we go any further.These are jocks:These are thongs:This is a rubber:I have no idea what a sweater or a pullover is, but this is a jumper:People don't go on vacation, they go on holiday. We don't have trash cans, we have garbage bins. We eat lollies, not candy. A barbie is a barbeque, but girly girls my age will also reminisce about the doll, now usurped by the evil Bratz dolls. A bogan is like an Australian redneck (a favourite word of mine, you may hav Read more:thought
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The Hugely (perhaps unjustly) Prestigious Boys' School Formal 2008-04-16 07:09:03 Was not worth all the energy it caused me to exert.The Boy is just that. A little boy.I spent an ungodly amount of money getting my hair cut and styled, hurrying after school to get myself to the hairdresser's (without the aid of parents or a car - I had to take the train and walk, and get there in under fifteen minutes), waiting even longer while she attempted to fix the complete mess she'd made of my fringe, then having scarcely ten minutes left once I got home to put on my dress and do my make up before rushing to (da-da-da-DUM) The Lad's house for the pre-drinks.I arrived late despite my efforts and stood tentatively on the front step of his big, beautiful house, ringing the doorbell and wondering why no one would come and receive me. The door was open and I could hear talking and laug Read more:perhaps
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The Decision 2008-04-16 06:59:12 I've decided that I'm well and truly tired of little boys.The Lad is a little boy with raging hormones that he couldn't keep in check and mistook for love. Now he's abandoned all his romantic ideas and principles and has become a hedonist.The Boy is a little boy with raging hormones who's generally insensitive and lazy.Ginney is a little boy who's insecure and expects me to mother him and care about him and make sure he learns how to deal with bullies. And he has raging hormones.Tom2 is a little boy who expects everybody to love him without him having to do anything except flaunt his intelligence. And he's insecure. And he probably has raging hormones.Yesterday MsWise, Yoki, Bunny and I were arguing about whether somebody being younger than us would make him a less attractive candidate to
Would you like some soup? 2008-04-20 03:15:05 On Thursday night Cloryn and I volunteered to help out with a soup van in Sm_th St.It was an optional activity arranged by the school - students put their name down for a particular Thursday and when the date rolls around they rock up at school about 5, catch the train with a teacher to C_wood, help make sandwiches, sausage rolls and soup in a kitchen, then hop in a van and drive to Sm_th St to hand out the food to anybody who needs it.I know this sounds cliche, but it really was one of the most enjoyable and rewarding things I've ever done.First of all, my accompanying teacher could have been anyone, but guess who it was?Mrs R.Thaaaaaat's right, the RE teacher I had last year who thought I had interesting opinions and always wanted to know them. The one who, during our Retreat (a religiou
Hypothetical Question 2008-04-19 07:58:56 Let's say you're the parent of a girl in her late teens, in the middle of her final, crucial year of VCE. The girl doesn't have a part time job at the moment and therefore relies on you for financial support.What horrible thing would the girl have to do for you to threaten to kick her out of your house? And not just kick her out of your house, but tell her that she's to cease all contact with her family, and refuse to pay the fees for her final year of schooling?What behaviour, what act, crosses the line?I'm just asking. Read more:Question
Fascist Dictator & Co. 2008-04-22 03:45:50 "She didn't even make her bloody bed.""I think she can be grounded."Hisssssssss.Then there's one of many fatherly gems:"Dad, for my 18th birthday, instead of presents or a party, could you pay for me to go to Ghana and voluteer with a program to help promote human rights?"His answer?""HA! It'll be self-funded! They'll return ya! They'll return ya when they find out how bloody useless y'are!"Ha ha. Read more:Dictator
How very curious. 2008-04-24 08:14:47 Lately, as I sit in a near deliriously tired state past my bedtime (I am notorious for my need for at least ten hours sleep each night - awake past 10.30pm and I'm bordering on mentally dead), I think about what I'd like to say. What I'd like to write. For no reason, nothing in particular. Blog about, put in my Facebook or MySpace status, whatever.Everytime I think it, the following line pops unwelcomely into my head:"I am... almost a real person."As you can see, it's much past my bedtime.
Tagified. 2008-04-28 07:17:06 What do you know, my first tag. Can't say no.The rules:1. Pick up the nearest book.2. Open to page 123.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the next three sentences.5. Tag five people"'Who could resist? Who in this universe?She did so breathe ambrosia; so immerseMy fine existence in a golden clime.She took a child of suckling time,And cradled me in roses.'"From John Keats: The Major Works, specifically: Endymion: Book IIIA Literature text. I haven't quite progressed to trying to read Keats for light entertainment...1. Ms Wise2. Vyolet3. Mike4. Dental Girl (no idea if she reads this, but worth a shot.)5. Wombat (as above)It's tough to tag five people when you're only sure of four who would see the tag, one of whom tagged you and one who you think tagged the person who tagged you, and you don'
The Problem With Tall Apple Trees 2008-04-28 06:28:03 As you might imagine from the previous post, I was feeling a little glum on Saturday night. Until, that is, Ginney called me up and invited me to a party Grassman was having. :) I was very cheered up. Who needs stupid Sc_tch boys when you have loyal friends like Ginney! It was exactly what I needed. Grassman drove to my house with Ginney, picked me up, paid me the money he owed me (yay, and probably thanks to Ginney nagging him on my behalf - he's very good at looking out for me, the dear) and took me to his house. The party was very slow to start. I was there for an hour before everybody was supposed to come. They fed me chops and we just chatted a bit. It wasn't until about ten or eleven that things started getting a little more interesting with the guests. I met one young man, nineteen, Read more:Problem
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The End of the Lad/Boy Stories 2008-04-28 04:48:28 That stupid RedBear had a 'reunion' of sorts on Saturday night for everyone who was at his table at his Formal.I was not invited.Apparently The Boy would have invited me, but he made out with RedBear's partner the night of the Formal and he's "so shy" he didn't want to tell me.This I hear from Cloryn, who was told by The Lad. I feel like I have a spy network or something.The Boy hasn't really spoken to me since the night of the Formal.I know it wasn't necessarily something I did that has prompted my apparent fall from grace, because as he was leaving the Formal (the last time I saw him) he was suggesting that I pop in on him the next day (I thought I'd be around Caufi_ld, which happens to be very near his house). I didn't end up doing that, but it's enough to convince me that it wasn't bec Read more:Stories
Kids these days. 2008-04-27 01:08:33 I was sitting innocently in my bedroom (which is no longer my bedroom, but that's a whole other story) the other day when my eight year old sister interrupted me. She proudly handed me a picture she'd drawn. She couldn't stop giggling.Whaaaaaaat?!Since when do I have terrible, inverted pidgeon feet?!And then there was this scene, glimpsed in passing in my eleven-year-old sister's diary (which I then 'borrowed' and scanned... I am actually a horrible person).Tell me honestly: Am I the only person to whom this drawing screamsS&M!! Perhaps my sisters are horribly repressed and this is their way of rebelling. Even more likely: perhaps I'm the one who's horribly repressed, and now I'm going crazy.I just don't know anymore.
A Room of One's Own 2008-05-01 02:19:03 I have shared a room with one little sister or another for about ten years now.It has become increasingly embarrassing to admit this. Once you reach a certain age, people seem to expect that your parents would allow you that little bit of extra privacy.I missed out, through my own stubbornness.But it's ok now! Because now my little sisters have to share, and I get a room all to myself. :)I must admit I miss my wall a tiny little bit...... but nothing else.I have a new, blank canvas.In other news...The guy from Saturday night added me on MSN. Corsets found out that I had initially had my eye on him, and offered him my e-mail. She's over him - she found a Bulgarian guy to pursue ("He's rich!"). I can't decide if I'm glad or not. I don't think I wanted the boy so much as I wanted to be liked
Meme No. 2: How picturesque. 2008-05-02 06:24:12 1. What is your relationship status?2. Who is your celebrity crush?3. Who is your favorite band? 4. What is your favorite movie?5. What kind of pet do you have?6. Where do you live?7. Where do you work?8. What do you look like?Not happening.9. What do you drive?10. What’s your favorite TV show? 11. Describe yourself.12. What’s your name?13. What’s your favorite dessert?And...HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MS WISE. ♥My dear friend is officially a woman. :)
Chivalry is dead amongst self-absorbed teenagers. 2008-05-04 06:32:05 So you're sitting talking to a girl you know, at a party. Earlier you'd put your arms around her and told her you like cuddling her. You told her she's pretty. Then you sit down opposite her and she asks you how you are. You talk about the many problems you think you have.All the while she sits opposite you in a thin lace dress. The night air is crisp. She's visibly shivering.You're wearing two thick jackets and a long-sleeved shirt.You sit and you talk about yourself. She listens for a long time. You look into her eyes and tell her you don't know why you're telling her this, except... you trust her.Her teeth chatter as she smiles and helps you sort through your issues. You don't really listen at first, you're too caught up in the idea that nothing will help.But then you admit that she's r
If I give my heart to you... I'll have none and you'll have two. 2008-05-06 02:28:05 All this boy talk is making me feel nauseous. The memory of Tom2 acting like a complete twat... and me accidentally leading him on in misguided attempts to be friendly and help him... make me feel ill, and unfavourably disposed to most other people... especially those of the male persuasion.I'm done. I'm over it all. I don't need to be with anybody, and I hate talking as though I do. It makes me feel inadequate.I want to be my own person, whatever that means. A better person and, in the long run, a happier and more secure person.To that end, I'm going to try to stop blogging so much. I'm going to go and study.Adios.
The Elissa Revival No. 904358924. 2008-05-07 06:56:17 I was backing up some of my files the other day when I stumbled upon the diary I kept in 2006, in the form of password-protected Word documents.2006.I told Cloryn about this. "What happened in 2006?" I asked her."... Elissa."I made the unfortunate mistake of reading some of the files, and by some cruel twist of fate the one I clicked on, entirely at random, and with no recollection of what it contained was...I received the biggest shock of my life today.I was sitting in Room 31 for Science, next to Elissa. I don’t remember how it happened, exactly… We were just sitting, and I lent her something – I believe it was my booklet of sheets on forgery, or whatever our current topic is. I don’t know why, or if she meant it, but she said something like “Thank you” and then “You’re m
AEL;AR;JLKSFJKL;ZD. 2008-05-08 01:32:43 Hey,I hear you're getting a band of folks together (or someone is and you are tangentially or somehow involved) to go see le Signeur Tom1 in Sw_eny To_d. Uh, can I come?Being the social creature I undoubtly am I can't express a particular desire to go on my own, though, you know, I could if I wanted to. But I don't. So just shoot me a line back when you got a minute 'eh.Regards.Mr. _______. Or Tom2, however formal/condescending you feel like being.NO! NO! NO YOU CANNOT COME! I DON'T WANT YOU TO COME! I'M GOING WITH PETAL! I WAS GOING TO HAVE A NIGHT OUT WITH PETAL!!S$%%#^%^$*LAL KAL KJFSAJKL ARDLJK EGAKL&%& JFJMKL SFMKL AGRTJ&%$%@!@!Contemplating the following response:"No."But that would be mean. I have no choice but to say yes... Unless I pretend I never got it... I'm a horr
David Bowie: The Perfect Man. 2008-05-09 05:28:01 Over the past few years, a few people, classmates and the like, have picked up on the idea that I kind of like DavidBowie
. I don't know how they worked it out. Maybe it was pictures I have stuck all over my things... the little badge with his face on it that I always have pinned to whatever clothes I'm wearing... the light that goes off in my eyes and the lovelorn sigh whenever anybody mentions him... the fact that I can work him into almost any conversation... I've no idea how they figured it out. To my great surprise, I have found that not everybody thinks this now-61 year old man is as sexy as I think he is. In fact, some people think that my love is creepy! Creepy?! No! I first watched the movie Labyrinth when I was very young. I remember quite clearly - I was at a family friend's hou Read more:Perfect
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"... Why is there a great big dog outside my window?" 2008-05-13 03:13:32 I woke up this morning to the usual hubbub - Dad making porridge, Mother being served breakfast and a cup of tea in bed, one little sister thickly buttering her sixth slice of bread in the kitchen, the other sooking that she can't find her socks, little brother remaining mysteriously in his room before emerging at the last possible moment, gulping down two or three bowls of cereal and some toast b
I hate you and I hate the whole bloody world. 2008-05-15 02:58:32 It was a beautiful day. The sky was a cloudless blue. The air was warm, sweet and fragrant.I was curled up on the floor of the Year 12 common room, my head in Petal's lap, clutching my stomach.I couldn't drink my cup of tea. I denied Petal's offer of chocolate.Later, people would start to talk to me. I sat with a sour look on my face, snapping at them and interrupting their sentences with "You're Read more:bloody
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