Cork With No Bottle.

The day has just begun. I'm at Amanda's house and have given up trying to coax her into some sort of action.

Rainy trips and gloomy weather, maybe it will all be okay. Holidays have been cheery and I'm sure I'll survive and be content until the school term kicks in.

Missing Rachele + Erin (who aren't in the country) and because of that, I've realised how much I call each one of them and do stuff with them.

Finally watched The Dreamers (oh those Europeans...) and watched Trish be gay and jolly when the Tigers won. Jody invited us to her crib and successfully made chocolate fondue. I drank all of David's jasmine tea.

Amanda turned 17!

Dan created some sort of mission which involved me sitting on his bike while he peddled from Chesterhill to Berala---------and all the rest that goes inbetween. So that I end up here, at Amanda's in the morning, with her on the phone in the next room and me with this comforting sense of content - waiting to get going to the Beach (if all goes well).

Squishy Shoe Soul.

Aaahhh Ra Ra Ra - Holidays. Yes.

Fun times all around.

Ristretto Teacupiness.

The irritabilty and overall grumpiness of Wednesday afternoon were dealt with accordingly with dinner at Korean Restaurant, dessert of chocolate fondue and fruit, kareoke and then dance class with friends.

Jumpity, jumpity, jump - began filming today. Asked people for one word they would say to the camera - the variety of 'hello' 'hi's' and 'heys!' was amazing.

Yr. 12 Graduate tommorow. Shit I think I'll cry - probably not for them but because it's the sort of occasion you do cry and this year instead of laughing at those who cry - I'll be sobbing because that's going to be me next year and and and and...

Overwhelming fishbowl.

Buzzing Fleet of Macking.

Non-Alcoholic Sangria.

Get a big jug. Cut up one green apple into small cubes. Get a lemon and do the same. Throw them in the jug, fill the jug a little over half way with dark grape juice. Pour orange juice until you're about a thumb and a half from the top. Throw in some ice. Pour and drink drink drink.

Let out of school at 12.30 and it was bliss. This lack of education is making me all euphoric and giddy.

We watched 'Cheap Thrills' as part of the Cross Roads program - 'Duncan' (or so he claims to be called) was highly entertaining and I must give him props for the ability to convey typical and over used messages to us teenagers.

Tommorow is a day of Cross Roads (a program which is an attempt to help us make live decisions and learn about sex, drugs and rock'n'roll from an adult perspective) but the day won't be such a disaster...right? RIGHT? *sobs*

We'll take a trip to the beachside, splash about and end up with sand everywhere - so when winter comes, we can swear at it and feel bitter.

Vision of Scarf.

Zoom Zoom.

Day of nothing. We're all stuck at school learning nothing because we've finished exams, but can't start Yr 12 course work. I was actually tired by the end of it, I didn't do anything and it took so much energy to sit and either watch a dvd (Black Adder for Modern History) or sit and pretend to do a revision worksheet.

I finally watched 'Final Destination' in the afternoon and got a lil paranoid about liquids. Erin came over to drop things off, as she's on her adventure away from here tommorow. We made a night of it and had dinner and watched a lame romance movie, three women, one guy, lots of one-liners that would make a pigeon swoon. We also got all excited about the thought of holidays and will try our best to fit in as much as possible after she returns from afar.

Progress on cruise skirt (thank you Rachele and Amanda) I had to try it on (well part of it) and I was multiply stabbed by pins in my knees, thighs and hips.

I'm still being wary of them damn liquids.

Oh, I mixed sorbolene cream and olive oil so I could get some sort of more-moisturising effect and it worked out fine. I mixed the two ingredients together with a chopstick and by keeping it up, it seemed to rise and get lighter. Wonderful.

Oooohhhhh well come on, lets go, lets go, lets go little darling and tell me...again and again and again...

Lemon Pie and Pumpkins.

Exams officially end.

Trust - Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.

Muffin - A small, cup-shaped quick bread, often sweetened.

In muffins I trust.

Damn them muffins...

Prose before Ho's.

The above title was on David's dp with a picture of Shakespeare. *smiles*

One more exam to go and then...yay - a week of nothing at school, holidays, cruise and and and...Yr 12.

Can't wait for holidays.

Shopping on Saturday with my oh-so-brilliant-but-terribly-lame (in a good way) cousin. I haven't been a'shopping in a while and I got all sad when I was flicking through a magazine looking at all the stuff I can't have.

Then I realised I had two exams to study for and that I can't have everything I want.

Moths and Butterflies.

I really enjoy reading Clive Barker's work. I've just started reading 'The Theif of Always' and I think, if a month were to eat me - I'd like it to be July.

On a completely different note, I have a hole in my favourite pj's and it's terribly frustrating. Let us go then, you and I, to the kitchen - where some sort of candy will make this all better.

Tickle Frenzy.

I don't like bank lines. Especially those lights that go on after you hear the beeping noise.

I watched propaganda footage proclaming saving as being so hip and how young people should start straight away. I laughed at the actors on screen and then I realised how lame I looked - standing in line waiting to depostit money. Dammit.

Cha.

Combinations of Rock, Scissors, Paper.

Rock + Rock = neutral.
Scissors + Scissors = neutral.
Paper + Paper = neutral.

Rock + Scissors = rock wins.
Rock + Paper = paper wins.

Scissors + Rock = rock wins.
Scissors + Paper = scissors wins.

Paper + Rock = paper wins.
Paper + Scissors = scissors wins.

Now a double check –
(Neutrals not included)
How many times does Rock win?
One.
How many times does Rock loose?
One.
How many times does Scissors win?
One.
How many times does Scissors loose?
One.
How many times does Paper win?
One.
How many times does Paper loose?
One.

Flippin' Heels.

Don't Worry Baby by the Beach Boys is playing in the background - happy music =)

It's warm and I'm lazing here in watermelon-and-pizza-smelling shirt. There is an ample supply of cake in the fridge. One more week of exams and a few more study sessions. I have a pile of dvds to work through by tommorow, when I know I'll roll out of bed and spend a day at work before coming home to more cake and cordial.

The song's still playing and he seems to be singing about bragging about his car and now he's going off to some sort of drag race and his girl is telling him not to worry. Sure. Don't worry.

Ice Tea.

Finally watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory =)

I'm not sure if I can even say whether I like the original film version or this one...I liked them both.

Some quotes I liked from the new one are -

Mr. Wonka -

"Were you one of those despicable spies, who every day tried to steal my life’s work and sell it to those parasitic, copy-cat, candy-making cads?"

"Don't touch that squirrel's nuts! It'll make him crazy!"

"You can eat me too, but that's considered canabalism and is frowned upon in most societies..." (or something along those lines.)

Grumbling.

No school till next week.

Spring!

My old man is getting...old. It's very disturbing.

I feel like a picnic.

Immigration.

Have successfully completed ONE exam (english). Just two more weeks until my considered end of Yr 11.

Studied in the library today and David's practice essay got its much deserved praise. Daniel and him also decided to taunt me and say my blood was carrot juice...On a brighter note, sport was fun, with Sally and Rachele running around and taking pictures of themselves, choosing to include us once and a while =p.

The exam today focused on our reading of The Joy Luck CLub + two other readings - I chose to do Western Capitaist and Feminist. I based most of my reading complimenting that of Al Wong's which i researched online who wrote the article, "Why The Joy Luck Club Sucks." I'm not as cut throat as him, but I took the stance of a immigrant female from an Asian nation to a Western Capitalist and then proceeded to say all my ideas etc etc. I'm rather happy it's over because it means I don't have to focus on that book anymore and now I'm actuallylooing forward to the english extension exam and our response to The Hero's Journey.

mmmm - muffin top *chews*

Stupid consumerist children. You said that, well whispered it, into my ear at the Chemist. Lining up and waiting to ask for your precious medicine that helped you sleep - because of that pain in your back from the accident with the roller blades and streetlamp. The informed child, made a decision concerning the flavour of her throat lozenges - fully medicated and ready to fight the evils of throat inflammation, bacteria and pain! We watched as it refused to give consent to their superior concerning the flavour and more so, brand of cough lozenge. The desired item was out of stock - on the other hand, a substitute and similar tasting item was offered. Same flavour, different company - different advertising. Silly us, thinking that would placate the thing. Refusal was challenged with offering another flavour altogether, of a much more effective brand in fighting the evils of a sore throat. Again, an unsatisfied no. Finally, the (advertised) brand is offered in the same flavour as previously offered. Yes. That will do. The logic is undisputable. The brand assuredly is the only acceptable one. Beautiful child.

No more muffin top =(.

Walking.

I haven't written a very long post (like I used to) in a while.

I've just bothered to ask myself 'why?' and luckily, I found a few plausible answers. I simply can't be bothered to recount my days and all my philosohpical thoughts are just that: my own. When the mood takes me, sure I'll splat this blog with my word vomit - but as it is, I can't even put it into words...gah.

Can you even own your thoughts?

Like sure you thought them but but...okay think of it like this - do you control your thoughts or do your thoughts control you.

Random thought popped into my head when I was chatting to David about the merits of him purchasinga vest.

So did 'I' think that thought or did that thought think 'I' should have known. Or or...wait then that would mean I did think that thought, but on the other hand it just goes back to a possibly undescribible level of control on thought.

I'm saying all this is an attempt to avoid studying (which of course, requires alot of thinking...) Wish I had a green apple to bite into and make crunching noises.

Or Tim in Angles Eaning His Ovie But Never Do It Nil Ow.

Exam week officially begins.

OH JOY!

Wonderful.

I've been studying and now I'm not. I'm online and watching movies.

"You can think beautiful thoughts all on your own". From the movie Chasing Holden.

Mmmmm, wish I was frollicking around the city.

The piano in the house hasn't been touched for months. Spring time isn't being very sunny today.

Belligerent Bubbles.

What I saw during class: determined pencil cases, whispering bores, aching ideas, dead trees, framework of feet, listless muttering, ravishing chalk, sad carpet, mysterious logic and that repetitive zephyr dancing about the room.

"Would you like to buy some self-discipline for $5.95?"
"It's tempting, but I shouldn't buy anything I don't need."
"Hah."

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp...

Charge.

If I could give you one word (for today) it would be...

SUNSHINE.

Hello Spring.