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Human Spirit 2007-06-28 05:09:00 About a week ago, my RE teacher was talking about "human spirit". We've been studying the concept this term in English and it's the theme for our year level mass. It's my class's job to write an introduction for the mass, explaining what human spirit is."What is human spirit?"No one said anything."Anyone?"My class doesn't gel very well - it's a mix of outrageous "sluts" and girls who fly under the radar. And me. The sluts aren't even the opinionated type, so no one ever contributes to class discussions. I feel like the only one with an opinion on anything, but I can't voice it. Not if no one else is contributing. Yes, I suppose that's a little sheepish of me, but I don't want to stand out any any more than I have to in this particular class. I don't know anyone very well yet - I don't want them to form an opinion of me as the loudmouth or the girl who takes an interest in RE classes. As if you would."Come on, girls. If you don't want to have a class discussion, we'll just
The World's First Solicitor Made Entirely of Milk 2007-07-03 04:59:00 My dog ate my new shoes. Both pairs. And my other favourite pair of shoes. It's probably karma for rubbing my amazing bargains in the face of all my one blog readers.I had to go to La Trobe Uni with my mangled shoes on. It wasn't noticeable, really, thank God, but I'm annoyed nonetheless. But why was I at La Trobe, I hear you ask? Surely young girls like myself, barely into VCE, are accepted into university? Well I'll tell you why. It was 'Experience La Trobe Day'. And what is THAT, I hear you ask, full of fascination and suspense? Well, it's a day when 'prospective students' currently enrolled in years 10, 11 or 12 spend a day at La Trobe attending three lectures of their choice, relating to university life and the subjects they're interested in studying. I personally chose lectures on an Arts degree, a Law degree and a lecture talking about Creative Arts, Media Studies and Journalism.I went with Elissa, naturally. I actually think she's the only one of my friends who would Read more:World
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Prancing Around the City... 2007-07-01 05:49:00 I went shopping today, with my bffl (God, shoot me if I ever use a wanky abbreviation like that and take it seriously) Elissa. School holidays have just started, yay! So we decided to re-familiarise ourselves with Our Fair City, dearest Melbournia.If you're not interested in reading about shoe shopping, skip the following paragraph.I've been reading the M and A2 sections of The Age to come up with some ideas for things to do, and I found some sexcellent sales. Of note - 100 Cromwell St, Collingwood. They had a shoe sale, I ♥ Billy and a couple of other brands I wasn't familiar with. The ad said "Nothing Over $50" and I was expecting some poor quality stuff from 5 seasons ago, especially when I saw the place - it's just an ugly factory building. To our surprise we actually found some lovely shoes that we'd seen elsewhere for $70, $80 - and they only cost $10 each! I was stoked, I can't afford much on my $8.55 an hour casual job, so this was like a dream come true. I bought two p
Comforting and Pokemon 2007-07-08 03:45:00 I have a friend in Year 10 who I've known for seven years. She's a little thing who reminds me (and everyone else I've ever spoken to) of a mouse. In fact this is quite an inaccurate impression, as once you've built an acquaintance with her you realise how un-mousey she really is. She talks. Chatters. And talks and talks and talks and talks. It's not a bad thing, unless you're in a hurry. It's refreshing to talk to someone without having to make much of an effort to keep the conversation going - she's very good at it. Over the past year or so she's taken to calling me up whenever something goes wrong. For instance, on Friday she called me because she left her iPod Nano in the pocket of her pants, and it went through the wash. Somehow, I think we talked for about an hour. She just keeps conversations going, and it generally takes about 10 minutes just to say goodbye. Most of the girls I know and actually hang around with don't bother with phone conversations. We really only ta Read more:Pokemon
This is what happens when I get upset. 2007-07-13 18:20:00 Yesterday I had a rather heated argument with my mother. In my strange, emotional state I did something I haven't done in a very long time. I went into my room and took out my Chromacryl paints. Faced with a lack of any conventional canvas, I just painted the first thing I could find - my Billabong wallet. It wasn't the first time I'd attacked it. A month or so ago I painted it with nail polish, but it looked terrible. I thought I'd make it a little stranger. I absolutely covered it with paint, with all the dexterity of a three year old. The colours mixed and messed and looked absolutely ridiculous. When it was dry I outlined some of the colours with permanent marker. Et voilà:Rest assured I know exactly how crappy it looks, but believe it or not, I still think it's an improvement. It used to be all brown and white and boring, with that stupid brand plastered all over it. Definitely an improvement.While I waited for the wallet to dry I painted the paper on my desk.I don't know w
Life Update No. 32594 2007-07-22 05:25:00 Well. I've had a blog post a very long time in the making, currently saved as a draft. I was going to post it, but it was just this long rant about the ins and outs of my falling out with Elissa and why I'm still so bloody mad at her. If anyone would like to see it, I can post it, but it's not very interesting to anyone except me (and her, come to think of it, lucky she doesn't know this blog exists). A young girl's angry carrying on is so very boring.In other news, it was my little sister's First Communion today. Now, normally I'd probably feel somewhat endeared towards the event - the little girl's growing up, important rite of passage, cute, if terribly boring, yes it's probably all a farce, there probably isn't a God, but if there is... Not today, though. I've had an absolute shocker of a week (not helped by what I've talked about in the first paragraph) and my usual "If, against all odds, there is a God" had consequently turned into the frustrated mental scream of "THE Read more:Update
Mrs R Strikes Back 2007-07-27 18:36:00 A few days ago I attended my bi-weekly RE class. Once again, no one said much in our 'class discussion'. I was bored. We were talking about how each of us viewed God, but no one was contributing. Finally Mrs R asked the fatal question."Do any of you not believe in God? It's OK, I'd never judge a student if they didn't."Whether or not she judged me didn't bother me a great deal. My only hesitation when it came to putting up my hand was the fact that I don't not believe in God at all, I'm not atheist, I just don't see why I shouldn't be open to the possibility - probability - that there isn't one, or that someone else's religion is the right one, not mine. So, meekly, I raised my arm. I was the only one.Mrs R looked at me. I explained myself."It's not that I don't believe in God, exactly. I consider myself to be agnostic.""Can you just explain what agnostic is?""Yes, it's when... you believe that there may or may not be a God. So you're open to all the possibilities."Ther Read more:Strikes
It's been a while 2007-08-10 05:40:00 So I haven't blogged in some weeks. Well, I've been going through a fair bit, and I wondered how much of it I should post. It's hugely emotional to me but boring and very teenage girly to any readers, I imagine. To put it simply, the falling out with Elissa has been quite a big falling out. The kind of falling out where you refuse to meet each others' eyes in the corridors, you block each other on MSN and (in my case) take all the photos of her off your walls. (There were a lot). This is only made more traumatic by the fact that we both have tickets to see The Cure on Sunday night, and we're not allowed to go alone. We have to be together. It's horrid and awkward and I feel nauseated by every aspect of the situation. If only this had happened after The Cure had played, and I could have enjoyed myself fully, like I should be.I wonder, is it safe, moshing by yourself? Am I going to get killed? And am I being an absolute moron, intending to wear ballet slipper type shoes which tie s
Well that was a fail, but I'm OVER THE MOON ANYWAY! 2007-08-14 03:00:00 The Cure was amazing and yet absolutely horrible. Elissa and I did not converse to any great degree, merely civilities, a bit of a spat and silence. The band are fanamatastic, though. If only their songs didn't all make me think of Elissa - I ended up crying throughout the first hour or two of the concert. Horrendous. I can't forgive Elissa now, not after that. It should have been the absolute night of my life.Until yesterday, that all bothered me. People asked me why I'm not friends with her any more - I could barely stammer "She told me... she doesn't care about me... at all..." without looking like I was about to break down. Today, I felt... calm. She told me to get over it. I think I'm well on my way. I hadn't realised, but I've actually been feeling quite miserable inside for some time, despite brief lapses when I'm surrounded by my other (far lovelier) friends, when I'm laughing loudly and smiling. Nothing was really exciting me, nothing was making me feel really good ab
I am in love ♥ 2007-08-16 06:57:00 WELL, I had my job interview at 6 o'clock this evening, and I really think it went spectacularly. I was so, so very excited - this is my dream job, I cannot emphasise that enough. I walked home from school, had a shower, brushed my teeth, sprayed all manner of scents in my shoes and on my clothes and ate some whitening gum. Daddy came home from work earlier than intended (much to my relief, I was terrified that I'd be late) and drove me to Brunswick St. Thanks to my paranoia, we were at least half an hour early. With nothing better to do, Dad and I decided to have a quick coffee (tea in my case, I'm addicted to the stuff). We talked, which was nice, unusual even - there's rarely time for us to chat, I'm usually more than a little crabby in the morning, which is the typical time for him to attempt to strike up a conversation. After gulping down my tea (I didn't have THAT much time, only ten minutes or so) I walked down the street to the shop I had applied to work at. My stomach ga
My Fall 2007-08-24 01:54:00 OK, so I set myself up. They haven't called me, I don't think I got the job. Bother bother bother bother bother.Ah, never mind. I applied at Hawthorn. Perhaps they'll hire me. Though somehow Hawthorn doesn't feel right - I know it has to be Brunswick St. Something feels distinctly ruffled when I think of working anywhere else. I'll apply again at the start of 2008 if I hear nothing from Hawthorn. I will get this job eventually.During my Psychology class today it occured to me that the amount of work done in classes with computers must be starkly depleted since the dawn of MySpace. Within 5 minutes of the class starting I could guarantee you that at least 80% of the class, myself included, were doing little more than browsing profiles, as opposed to working on the SAC (assignment that goes on our report) we'd been instructed to complete. The same thought has occured to the school - MySpace has been blocked for some time now. Nevertheless, there is always a constant stream of proxy
Melboune University 2007-08-20 05:44:00 Perhaps this will sound a tad sad, but I have to say, the one and only thing that has been on my mind since last Tuesday has been how badly I want this job. My friends have stopped talking to me about anything else. I think they've realised that I'm just not going to be interested, and my mind is probably resting with my mobile phone, where the long anticipated telecommunication signals will, hopefully, reach me from the store of gods.This is going to be very embarrassing if I don't get the job... Perhaps it's just penance for counting my chickens before they've hatched. I should have listened to Aesop. Good man, him.After going to work this evening, I can't help but think I'm right to be so enthusiastic about the possibility of getting a different job. Every time I had to talk to my boss she squinted in my face like I was speaking some foreign language and spitting or drooling or something (I swear I wasn't); they've completely abandoned teaching me anything to do with actual Read more:University
It Made Me Laugh 2007-08-30 05:26:00 Oh, my. That's me to a T. Love it.
When I Grow Up 2007-08-30 02:40:00 I'll live in a little terrace house in Fitzroy, between Brunswick and Smith Streets. There will be a big, spreading tree growing out of the pavement at the front of the house, casting a green glow over the area when the sun shines. Inside there will be imposing, heavy, wooden bookcases, filled with novels and encyclopedias and any book that takes my fancy - noble hardcovers and old paperbacks alike. Whatever wall space exists will be adorned with large, bold, colourful paintings, created by my friends or just found one day - paintings I connect with, irrespective of whether or not they suit the house. In random corners of the rooms will be pot plants, and there'll be a venus fly trap named Dierdre on the kitchen windowsill. One half of my wardrobe will be filled to bursting with colourful dresses and crazy, unique clothes I've found by accident on my wanderings. The other half will be neat, with subtle, flattering garments that don't demand your attention, for when I feel like blen
Why You Shouldn't Talk to 15 Year Old Boys About God 2007-09-03 07:02:00 I received an unpleasant shock this morning during homeroom. Apparently I'm supposed to be writing up a report for RE tomorrow morning, taken from an interview I'm supposed to have conducted about a person's spiritual and religious beliefs. Whoopsie - I completely forgot. So this evening, in an attempt to escape from my Maths homework (logarithms, ugh), I waltzed into my kitchen and asked my mother "Do you feel like being interviewed about your religious beliefs?" She was too busy to be interviewed just then, so I interviewed my brother instead, who had happily volunteered himself. I'm not sure what else to say. Perhaps if you watch the videos you'll see my dilemma.Attempt 1.Attempt 2.I mean, the fact that I got him to speak at all is the impressive part. Normally he kind of points and grunts. I'm feeling a bit proud of myself for having extracted so much out of him, but I'm not sure if I'm quite brave enough to hand these up to Mrs R. I mean, the point of the assignment is to
My Dog Children 2007-09-02 02:27:00 I thought I'd like to introduce you all to the main man in my life.This is my friend Riley, the nearly 10 month old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He's become my train companion of late. Yesterday we went for a long ramble around Greensborough (that's where he is in the photo). Everybody said how lovely and gorgeous and cute he was. Some uncouth young lads said roughly same thing about me when we walked past the skate park, though in rather coarser terms and with somewhat different intentions to those of the old ladies who commented on my puppy. Riley and I were quite delighted to find the river. I'd no idea it existed before then. Riley wanted a drink, but he didn't want to get wet, so all he could do was try and stretch his neck down in a dire attempt to reach. I pushed him in with my foot. Then I laughed. Riley wasn't very happy, but he forgave me by jumping on and licking me while sopping wet. Thanks Riley.I've owned three dogs in my time, and while I've taught them sit and Read more:Children
Good news everybody! 2007-08-31 05:46:00 I'm not sure if anyone's been following this blog from post to post, so assuming no one has, I'll step back for a second. A while ago I applied for a job at this amazing store that I never thought would hire me - until they asked me in for an interview. It's been a couple of weeks and they haven't contacted me, so I just assumed that I didn't get the job. All my friends have had to listen to me being excited and nervous and disappointed in different stages of this getting-my-dream-job process. For the past week or so, since the timeframe the store had indicated that they would call me in has passed, a friend of mine has been saying that she'll call up the store and see what's going on. She said she'd get me the job. I had a very bad feeling about this - she was suggesting impersonating me to get me a job. Quite risky. Still, I really, really want this job, and since I didn't have to have anything to do with it, I let her try. Well, this evening she called the store. Her versi
Letter to the Editor 2007-09-24 04:17:00 Are there a lot of vintage shops in Melbourne? I'll be visiting there shortly and I love vintage dresses! I really like your blog, by the way.- KateNyaw, shucks to you, and to Brianna too. It's only worth doing this for comments like those. ♥But on to the question. Short answer: Yes'm! Long answer: Yes'm! There are heaps! Yet - I haven't actually found most of them. I can tell you what I already sort of said in the Prancing Around The City post - that is, there are heaps on Smith St in Collingwood - HEAPS, I tell you - there's about three op shops (opportunity shops, they're probably exactly the same as thrift or charity shops) and a couple of vitage stores, I think. Then there's a couple of vintage stores on Brunswick St, but I find they're a bit more expensive. Or, try Cardigan Place, Albert Park - there's at least one there, but I can't personally recommend anything, as I'm yet to visit. It's on my to-do list. As for other places... Well, there are op shops in vi Read more:Letter
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When I Grow Up Part 2 2007-09-23 07:50:00 Holidays! Blissful, blissful, busy holidays! I had a lovely haircut on Friday night (scalp massage with my choice of scented oil, mmm), worked and went to a party yesterday and today I spent the day on Brunswick and Smith Sts with my friend Bunny and the evening roller blading (yes, you heard right) with a few other friends, then to Dairy Bell for ice cream (and no, it WASN'T as good as Trampoline, despite what one of my friends would say).I have found my dream street.If anyone reading this lives in Melbourne or is going to be going to Melbourne, make your way to George St in Fitzroy. It runs between Brunswick and Smith Sts, directly parallel with them. It is my idea of heaven.Unfortunately I also stopped by the real estate agent. A double storey terrace building in the area was sold for $1,200,000. I haven't a hope.In other news, I'll be going to the Royal Melbourne Show this week - twice, in fact - once with the family and once with the friends. That's the best way to do it. I th
Lust is a powerful thing. 2007-09-18 06:43:00 Needless to say, the store hasn't called me yet. I am in despair.Luckily I've found something to distract myself with. My mother was flipping through catalogues and asked us children (I have three younger siblings, unfortunately) what we'd like for Christmas/birthdays. Three of the four children have birthdays in December, or nearly December. Hooray for present season! Now, it just so happens that today I found myself in class, gazing greenly at the girls in front of me with their nifty flippy phones as they played the greatest game on earth. Under their desks. During school time. ON THEIR PHONES. THEY HAVE THE SIMS 2 ON THEIR PHONES. Might I point out that I have two home computers, neither of which are capable of running the Sims 2 - mostly because they're already crammed with photos and videos. But these girls were playing the game...ON THEIR PHONES!Can I emphasise that enough? I was jealous. I was beyond jealous. Here I was learning like a fool, whi
Help me. 2007-09-11 04:16:00 I called the store this evening. I feel like I should be saying 'I called the store AGAIN', but in fact, I've never actually called them. They called me once, I went in and had a job interview, two weeks later a friend called them pretending to be me and they told me they'd call me in the next week, and then after that time expired - today - I called them and asked WHAT IS GOING ON.The guy I spoke to said the manager was busy, took my name and number and said they'd call me in a couple of days.Just like they said they'd call me "early next week" and then, a week after that time had elapsed "in the next week."It's been three and a half weeks since I sat for the interview.And I'm still waiting. What's the bet that they don't call me in the next couple of days?Hmph.Maybe they're testing the perseverance of prospective employees and hiring whoever holds out for the longest. Maybe they wish I and my body doubles would take a hint and leave them alone. Maybe they're just genuinel
So I did. 2007-09-05 02:51:00 From dusk 'til dawn I debated in my head whether or not I'd hand in a report to my RE teacher based on the interviews in the post below, as opposed to the priest everyone else was using. The idea seemed cheeky to say the least. But I really didn't want to write about the priest. So I made a compromise with myself - I'd ask Mrs R if she minded, and if she didn't, I'd use the interviews with my brother.I felt very stupid asking her. "Use him, use him," she told me. "I don't want it to be boring. I do get very bored reading all these, you know."So I typed up the report, and handed it in. Here it is. (It's mainly just a transcript of the two interviews combined.)**********************************************************************************Religion and Society Biographical ExerciseIn an effort to investigate other people’s religious beliefs, I approached my fifteen year old brother Liam Milk, who was baptised and raised as a Catholic but now has a strong faith in a very unique
It's nearly time! 2007-10-12 16:32:00 I have to leave in two hours! Eep, I hope this thing will go well. But good news! Our close mutual friend told me that she hinted to him that five dates wouldn't be necessary, and now I don't have to wait so long! Hooray! And even better, she says he's going to do something for me. I wish she hadn't told me that, now I want to know, but worse, I don't know, so I expect something and if it's a surprise then I won't be as surprised. If I have to be surprised, I'd rather not know about it. She's excited for me. I am a bit too.
OK, I'm ready now. 2007-10-10 04:45:00 Alright, I've decided to disclose my other piece of news. I wonder if I can do it without telling every tiny minute boring little detail.10am this Saturday morning. I shall be tripping off to my first date with a dishy young lad. Not even the first date with him, first date ever.Maybe this is some sort of karmic revenge for my treatment of the poor boy who asked me out when I was 13. Now I wish I at least had the experience to build on.I am a little nervous. Not too nervous. I know he likes me a great deal. We've spent time together before now - a little while chatting at the kind-of mutual friend's birthday party where we met (he had a girlfriend), hanging around the city with other people (including his girlfriend, but she left, and we talked a great deal), spending quite a lot of time together that night at a party where the only person either of us knew was the host (who tried to come onto him before they had a big, deep, partially drunken discussion about his girlfriend, how th Read more:ready
Damsel in Distress 2007-10-05 03:31:00 I have two news items today! Two! Fancy!First of all, I took Riley down to Fairfield Boathouse this morning for a bit of a run and a swim. He sniffed along the banks of the Yarra, happy as larry, till suddenly - yelp! He disappeared behind a grassy edge. The silly thing fell in! It was about a one and a half metre sheer drop from the bank to the water, and no shallow areas for him to stand on. Instead he swam around, apparently trying to get to a faraway kayak. I screamed his name but he ignored me. It was clear that he had no idea where to go to get out, once he realised the kayak wasn't the answer. I was terrified he'd tire and drown before I could find some way to get him out. I yelled for him, then lay on my stomach, trying to reach him. There was no way I could get at him. He looked so cold and scared and wet, paddling constantly. I'd never seen his head wet before. He was just so small... It was scary. Eventually, to my great relief, he came closer to the bank and managed to s
Feeling a bit political. 2007-10-30 03:58:00 The following polls from The Age's website caught my attention:ALP & gay marriage : Do you agree with Labor refusing to support gay marriages?Yes - 34%No - 66%Total Votes: 1584 Poll date: 23/10/07Sudanese refugees : Do think Kevin Andrews' comments on Sudanese refugees has played a part in the recent attacks?Yes - 77%No - 23%Total Votes: 35 Poll date: 12/10/07AWAs : Are Australians being protected under the Federal Government's workplace laws?Yes - 10%No - 90%Total Votes: 898 Poll date: 18/09/07Chaser arrest : Was the APEC stunt which saw the Chaser crew arrested funny?Yes - 87%No - 13%Total Votes: 16925 Poll date: 07/09/07Why can't the government pay attention to and act on these opinions? I've found these polls do tend to accurately reflect public opinion, they're not skewed by the limited number of people they reach or the particular demographic that reads The Age.Isn't a democracy supposed to be about representing the people, and what the people want? Isn't voting an es Read more:Feeling
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The Story About The Boy 2007-11-22 02:29:00 Levi:My life is a soap opera, no offence taken. :PI suppose I better tell the rest of the story then. I warn you, it's a bit of an epic.Well! This lad of mine. We went out for breakfast that first day I was so nervous about. I found him at the train station, carrying roses. Roses! They were lovely. No one had ever given me flowers before. We had a nice breakfast in a little cafe, a good chat. I didn't have long, as I had to leave after about an hour and a half to go to Ballarat with my family. He paid, opened doors, was lovely.Date No. 2I took the bus to Burke St, Camberwell, where the lad met me. We walked down, all the way to the Camberwell end of the street, got a smoothie. An absolute nutcase said loudly as he walked past us "Lucky bastard!" I couldn't stop laughing."Um, thank you, I think," said the lad.We sat and talked in a park. I had been fretting about this all week. I knew we'd end up here... and I knew what people do in parks...I wasn't wrong.We were talking about his
My First Foray into the Political World 2007-11-24 23:46:00 As some of you might be aware, yesterday was the day all of Australia has been waiting for - the day we finally got our heads straight and booted out dear Johnny Howard. Actually, I don't have as much against him as some, and I do think he's done some great things for the country in his time, but we definitely now need someone more in touch with the public. The IR laws are disgraceful.I can't say I like Rudd much either, though. I don't trust him. He just repeats the same phrases, I'm sure he can't be human. And he does have that smug little smile. So, being the idealistic kind of person that I am, I thought this year that I'd try to find an alternative political party that stood for what I believe in and that I could support wholeheartedly.I thought I had succeeded.I wondered why the Australian Democrats were made the butt of so many jokes during the prelude to this year's election, despite having some pretty decent policies in writing that should have made for a real alternat Read more:First
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I Love Comments. :) 2007-11-22 23:22:00 That story had everything- nostalgia (at least for me), stormy emotional undercurrents, teen angst, raging hormones... I see it as a John Hughes movie. You're played by Molly Ringwald, by the way.It occurs to me that you may be too young to have seen any John Hughes movies. That's not a recommendation by the way, they're entertaining but rubbish (except Ferris Bueller's Day Off which is amazing). One of my lecturers once tried to tell me that Breakfast Club had "a profound emotional resonance", but that's academics for you, always trying to justify their irrational whimsies with complex arguments... anyway, I digress.Oh, and Trains Planes and Automobiles is a really good John Hughes movie. Actually, there are probably a lot of good ones. Sorry, I'm still digressing.I was going to offer you some sage advice from a seasoned and world weary (ok, I'm only 24) traveller, but actually it feels a bit creepy. You seem like you've got your head screwed on though.You'll be fine.This com Read more:Comments
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