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Tagified.
2008-04-27 04:53:00
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. Tooth Fairy (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 tagged the person who tagged you... eep.And for the record, I have a couple of posts in the works but I have to wait until May to put them up because my computer won't let me upload pictures until then. :( Stupid bandwith.

How very curious.
2008-04-24 15:11:00
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.
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Kids these days.
2008-04-24 11:38:00
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.
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Fascist Dictator & Co.
2008-04-19 12:13:00
"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."Why do you have to put down everything I do?""It's my job."Can't argue with that logic.
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Hypothetical Question
2008-04-19 11:43:00
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.
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Would you like some soup?
2008-04-18 15:01:00
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 religious camp students at my school go on at the start of Year 12), went around in a circle and asked every single student if they had a teacher they could trust - every student except me - then sought ...
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The Decision
2008-04-16 09:49:00
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 date. Frankly, I think it does. The above boys exemplify why. While only Ginney is actually younger than me, all of them are emotionally.And that, MsWise, is why I like the idea of dating so...
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The Hugely (perhaps unjustly) Prestigious Boys' School Formal
2008-04-15 10:21:00
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 laughing from inside the house, but I was afraid it might be rude to just let myself in, so I waited. Eventually The Lad heard me and let me in. I smiled weakly, gave a short "Hi" in response to his...
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"G'day mate" (the very thought of greeting someone in such a manner has me
2008-04-15 05:40:00
"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 have noticed). We haven't got a clue what a cruck is, but utes are all over the place. If you mention "fanny packs" around her she will burst out laughing. She'd call it a bum bag. In fact, just...
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Ist.
2008-04-09 11:56:00
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.

Drudge.
2008-04-06 12:25:00
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.

Deep Seated Misogyny
2008-04-06 03:35:00
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, "deep seated misogyny" was spot on.You shouldn't need a bloody clue. Women expect you to be psychic, duh. It's a great test of your endurance as long as it doesn't get out of hand.If...
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Boo.
2008-04-05 13:03:00
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.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, when I acted on my belief that, generally speaking, all males are essentially stupid when it comes to girls and women, I don't need them, and I steered clear of them.I think I'm going to go to sleep. He makes me feel better even when he's behaving like any other pubescen...

This is why girls have girlfriends.
2008-04-05 02:43:00
"You've got far too many other assets to be worrying about the size of the lumps of fat residing on your chest."
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Love for the Court
2008-04-03 06:18:00
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 do my articles. For any who are unfamiliar with the term, 'articles' refers to the work a Law graduate does in their first year after univeristy - a bit like an apprenticeship for lawyers. T...
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Thank God for Decisiveness.
2008-03-31 09:24:00
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 rights was when Brisbane was awarded a free kick at the footy yesterday."I love watching, thinking about the cases. The different people who come in for legal assistance. The delightfully sterotypic...

Meeting bogans when hungry.
2008-03-30 08:35:00
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 polished it off, I realised I could have just had a can of vegie soup. Silly me.Since we had no money on our hands, Dad asked if I'd use some of mine and run down to the local super super cheap disco...
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"I don't love you." "I don't love you too." ♥
2008-03-24 07:33:00
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 hassles not to give my number to just anybody. So she messaged Ms Wise, got her to send me Tom2's number and then forced me to call him, even giving me her phone so I couldn't use the excuse of n...
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The Milky Antagonist
2008-03-22 05:38:00
Tell [Ginney] you're not interested and make your rejection fully understood, and do this as soon as possible. Simply by not responding to the last thing he typed, he has already assumed that you harbor a certain level of affection towards him (the "silence means yes" thing).Let this be a learning experience for him.How I wish I could.Ginney has never actually told me he likes me as anything more than a good friend. He would have me believe that he doesn't have any romantic feelings towards me at all - like he said in the MSN conversation, I'm nice to him "in a frinesih way". Unfortuantely, he's very transparent, and on top of that a mutual friend who's quite close to both of us told me what he told her. Apparently he told her that he really likes me (romantically) and when she asked him what he was going to do about it he said "I don't know. Nothing," then "Watch from afar."I think that's a bit creepy. Worse, it means that he'll be deluding himself for ages that I might eve...
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In far too deep now. :(
2008-03-17 11:57:00
Ginney says (9:35 PM):u now whatGinney says (9:36 PM):u have been the nice preson 2 me everMissMilk says (9:36 PM):i thought you said the girl in your display picture with you was the nicest person :SGinney says (9:36 PM):an i thank u 4 that'Ginney says (9:37 PM):that was in a flrting way u in a frinesih wayMissMilk says (9:37 PM):i'm not that niceMissMilk says (9:37 PM):i didn't do anything.Ginney says (9:38 PM):u didnt but u lisonGinney says (9:38 PM):any way i been nice an just sat thank uGinney says (9:39 PM):me got 2 go i talki 2 u soonMissMilk says (9:39 PM):okGinney says (9:39 PM):lover uOh God oh God oh God oh God.He's never said "love you" to me before. He doesn't say it to his other girl friends, I checked.I feel so bad. I'm not at all keen on this poor boy. I don't really believe he's a sleaze - he's too naive. He broke up with his last relationship because all she wanted was sex and he wanted someone he could be friends with as well. He has such a hard time of i...
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It's all falling on my head.
2008-03-11 11:34:00
I went out with The Boy on Monday, as planned. We wandered around the little laneways in the city, then trammed to Fitzroy, then returned to the city for a while before bowing to the inevitable - that study called and we really should be getting home. It was lovely and dandy, I suppose. I do enjoy his company... but oh, he is a coward. He had about a million opportunities to confess his feelings for me - a million awkward moments that I ignored for his and my own sake - and yet..!Some recollections...We were sitting opposite each other on the tram, talking about Nicholas Sarkozy, when the crazy man across from us started asking The Boy about French things. I realised he was crazy when I noticed the way he had his hand in the vicinity of his crotch... moving... then I realised he had a small hole in the seam and had his finger down there. Ewwwww."Is this your girlfriend?" he asked.The Boy said nothing, but I answered for him. "No, I'm just... some girl..." I giggled at the thought.I...
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The Cowardly Boy
2008-03-08 09:35:00
I just received a phone call from The Boy. I'd never spoken to him on the phone before, so it was one of those interesting, unexpected things. I'm surprised he worked up the courage to do it, as it would appear so far that he is a complete and utter coward.Yoyo (once considered by The Lad to be his best friend, but now merely civil to him since he cheated on me) told me that, according to The Lad, The Boy liked me a great deal and the only reason he hadn't asked me out was because he was shy. I refused to believe it. He'd never come across as shy before, he always sought me out to sit and talk to me at the parties we've gone to (most of which I was present at as The Lad's partner), we've always had plenty to talk about and I don't think he could have thought it very likely that I would turn him down, especially since I asked him to go to that gathering last week. I even offered to kiss him if he kissed The Lad. Obviously I like him, and any doubt in his mind is just foolishn...

A Little Backlog
2008-03-07 11:46:00
I just posted up a draft from last September and some e-mails from my Singapore/Malaysia trip. In my December archives. Admittedly there's more about The Lad than Singapore or Malaysia... But there's also a bit of nonsense on Tom2 that might clarify his background with MsWise a bit. Maybe.Someone say something if none of it makes sense. :)
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It never rains but it pours.
2008-03-05 09:34:00
I feel really terrible.Around the end of last year, the same time as I was going through my Lad dramas, one of my dear friends, MsWise, was going through similar dramas with a suitor of her own. Two suitors, technically, but she was never really attracted to the first and the second, Tom2, turned out to be a jerk. MsWise found him to be arrogant, condescending, insecure, self-deprecating, pretentious, misogynistic and unable to come to terms with the idea that a girl could be smarter than him, as she almost certainly is. He's intelligent, but she is more than a match for him and he couldn't stand "losing" like that. He decided it wasn't going to work out between them and agonised over telling her, not realising that she'd already been turned completely off him. In the meantime she had introduced me to him via MSN (pathetic, pathetic, pathetic) and we'd been getting along swimmingly - mainly because I was happy to talk about politics, history and I indulged his ego by not being ...

Oh I laugh.
2008-03-05 06:49:00
"Who are the people the world takes seriously? All the dull people you can think of, from the Bishops down to the bores.""It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious."- Oscar Wilde.Mathematical Methods CAS is very hard in Year 12. So, I got a tutor. He commented that the textbook my school uses is very hard, and asked whether I had to learn the theory - he was hoping that we could just solve the problems. I had to stop myself from screaming "It's Maths Methods, of course I have to know the theory! That's my problem!" But of course I didn't. I just gave a polite laugh and said that I have to know whatever the study design says I have to know. I am in despair.Oh, and by the way, I got a letter from (Bogany Outer Suburb) Magistrate's Court this afternoon. I got that work experience placement! Hooray! Hopefully it won't be as much of a disaster as my last placement was.
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An Introduction to "The Boy"
2008-02-20 10:52:00
I have a confession to make.After my break up with The Lad, the thing that upset me most was not that I'd miss him but that I thought I’d be cutting all ties with his friends. I quite like his friends, you see.Before I get to the point of this post, I would first like to clarify the fact that they all attend the same hugely prestigious private secondary boys' college, named the best school in Australia in 2001 based on how noteworthy its alumni go on to be. I really hope this isn't just my inner snob revealing itself, but I’ve found that I prefer the company of these boys to that of the majority of boys from the local Catholic boys school (renowned for its "muzza" culture) or any boy I’ve ever met from a public school. These boys are all either the sons of wealthy professionals or are there on a scholarship, so there’s a much higher proportion of intelligent conversationalists amongst them, and if there’s one thing I like in a boy it's intelligence. They're not encour...
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"Sorry."
2008-02-13 11:29:00
This morning I arrived at school to hear the haunting sounds of Aboriginal voices wailing to traditional music emnating from the loudspeakers. The Aboriginal flag flew from the school flagpole. After morning assembly our Year 12 Co-ordinator told us that we were free to go to the Library or Media Room if we wanted to watch Kevin Rudd apologise to the indigenous people of Australia on behalf of past governments. I was stoked that we were being given permission to watch the speech during class. As the apology is a contentious issue, I wasn't sure if the school was going to completely embrace it or show that they favour one side of the argument over the other. I was pleased no end to see that the school was obviously giving its full support to the sorry motion."We today take this first step by acknowledging the past and laying claim to a future that embraces all Australians. A future where this Parliament resolves that the injustices of the past must never, never happen again. A futur...

Half empty or half full?
2008-02-12 04:24:00
Elissa hasn't said a word to me since I approached her. I'm not going to seek her out. I suppose that is well and truly the end of that.I don't mind. Sure she was an interesting person, but there are better friends for me out there.Nothing much is happening. My Australian History teacher singled me out in class today when referring to Peter Lalor. Family rumour has it that we're descended from him somehow. My paternal nanna's surname was Lalor, see. I also chatted to a friend of mine, Sunshine, about how you become a magistrate (her father is one) and what the job prospects are like. She said she thought I should be a politician. I left the class only to see my mother chatting to - by some bizarre coincidence - Sunshine's mother by their cars. Sunshine's mother was saying that her husband would almost certainly be able to get me a work experience placement at the law court he works at. I don't know how my mother managed to wheedle her way into getting that offer for me, but ...
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Urrrrrrr.
2008-02-08 09:15:00
I did something stupid today.Earlier this week I went on camp with my new homeroom. It's supposed to be a very emotional, motivational, relaxing break before our 'big year', Year 12, DOOMSDAY. I had such a lovely time, but there was one point... We were talking about relationships. We had to fill in a worksheet with lines circling "ME" in the centre, and write names of those we knew in relation to how close they are to us. Then we sat as a group and talked about the relationships we'd plotted. I made the mistake of starting my explanation of my sheet with "Well, there's no one in my inner circle at the moment... any more..." Silly girl. As I think I've mentioned, Mrs R was running our camp. I ended up blurting out my sorry tale of lost friendship with Elissa - not mentioning her name, and sparing most of the details - to the group and Mrs R. They were unanimous in telling me what I should do - talk to her. Ask her if we can be friends again. "If you miss her..." "It's never t...

Hypothetical Trees and such things.
2008-02-06 11:56:00
"if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around to hear it does it make a sound?" - more philosophical food for thought. :)A tree, eh? Well obviously it probably does, but then you're going to hit me with the: "AHA! BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW?" And I don't. How can I know? It's a hypothetical tree falling in a hypothetical forest. The point of the question is just to prove that nobody knows anything for sure unless they've seen (or heard) it themselves, and even then, who's to say your senses aren't playing tricks on you? So the question even kind of suggests that maybe nothing exists outside your own consciousness, which seems like a big deal at first but then you realise that even if that were the case, it doesn't change anything. Even if everything is a figment of my imagination I can't go all anarchic because I still want my imagination to be nice to me.So my answer to your question is that you can't know the answer, but you might as well accept, for now, that when t...
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