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| The Night I Forgot I Can't Cook. |
| 2008-06-27 19:13:42 |
Once upon a time I went through two years of taking Food Technology as a subject. It was compulsory - a little unfortunate for me. While everyone around me was getting 10/10 for all their culinary endeavours, I was achieving sad little 9s, even with CatBird and MsWise doing their best to try and prevent me from carrying seven knives around in one hand without thinking, or cracking the eggs for me because I always managed to get most of the shell in the bowl, or leaving the frypan on to burn while we sat and ate our food.I'm sure they have many other horror stories but I seem to have repressed all Food Tec memories. For all I know I was a splendid cook.Or not, as I found out this evening.My tall little brother Liam and littlest sister have been prancing aroun...
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| Miss Milk, the lolly shop girl. :) |
| 2008-06-26 01:37:38 |
I went to N_rthland last night with my family. I had to buy one of the pretty dresses I'd seen - I hadn't been shopping in so long, and my desire was festering something shocking...Sometimes I make up such ridiculous sentences.Anyway. While I was there I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to pop into the lolly shop and see how things were going on the employment front. The same girl was there, and she recognised me, which saved us both a potentially awkward "remember me?" moment. She said she seemed to have lost my mobile number, but she put it into her phone again aaaaand...I have a job!I'm to have my first trial shift on Saturday. I don't even need an interview with the owner. Yay!I also bought a beautiful white trenc...
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| Closet Bitch |
| 2008-06-25 02:54:08 |
Bullshit Drama Week Continues.Twin girls at my school have taken it upon themselves to organise an unofficial Year 12 Formal, since the school doesn't hold one. Not everybody intends to go, and I wasn't really interested until CatBird and Ms Wise surprised me by deciding that they were, and would be going. So I decided that if I got a job before then and could afford the ticket and to buy a dress, then I would go. An added incentive would be if I had a boy to take - but that doesn't look like it's going to happen, so I imagine that if I'm to go, I'll have to do without.My old 'group' has divided itself in the past couple of years, with the girls who love techno and underage clubbing and fully sick muzza boys and hip hop homies with six packs forming their own mini group, and Petal, Ms Wise...
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| Unexpected Prettiness |
| 2008-06-23 17:25:00 |
I was having a fairly off day. One of those days where you feel like you should have heaps to talk about with everyone, and you do have a piece of news or two (lolly shop!) and so do your friends (local-Catholic-boys'-school formal!) but nothing is as interesting or gossipy as you had hoped, and you're left feeling boring and dissatisfied and frustrated with the world at large for making you so uninteresting.I'm walking to the common room with CatBird, just before our free period at the end of the day.A girl I used to speak to a year or two ago (let's call her Bulla) runs past me."OHMYGOD, MIILLK! EVERYONE THINKS YOU'RE PRETTY! LOVE YOUUUUUU!"What. The."Oh yeah, that's right," says CatBird. "I meant to tell you about that."And as we walk to the common room she tells me that her Media class...
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| The Return of the Blonde Dog |
| 2008-06-21 07:22:10 |
Riley had a dog-friend over to play today. Peanut. Or Pinot as the women at the Ivanhoe dog park call her, as though she's a bottle of French wine. Riley was so happy and excited to play with her, of course... But as I was eating my breakfast I could hear them barking.The poor blonde dog next door (I still don't know her name!) was looking on longingly. Peanut was barking at her in a conversational kind of way, and she was barking back, then scrabbling at the fence and pushing bits of it to the side, trying to make a hole big enough for her to get through.I couldn't bear to watch her so left out, so... I admit it... I kind of broke the fence.They're all playing now. It was worth it.Update: Tuesday the 17th of June 2008The blonde dog barked literally non-stop all day today, after we'd firml...
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| Lollies please. |
| 2008-06-21 07:19:55 |
I just got back from my "job interview" at the lolly shop.Bit of a misnomer, if you ask me. The girl interviewing me, the manager, only asked me one question ("So how long would you be looking to be working here?" or something to that effect), at the very end. Though "the end" doesn't mean much when the whole thing only lasted about three minutes.Don't get the wrong idea. It went well. How could it not, when all I had to do was smile and nod and interject every so often with "That sounds great"?She had a list of things to tell me written on a little piece of paper. She told me them. I gave my best impression of being a chipper little angel. The End.I think I might have been the only applicant. When I asked if they were looking for somebody immediately (it was a little unclear) she said tha...
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| Modesty? Um, what? |
| 2008-06-21 07:01:38 |
I sat the GAT* last Friday, along with every other student undertaking a Unit 3&4 (Year 12) subject this year.Naturally, everybody dissects the content immediately afterwards, usually adding "OHMYGOD, that drained my liiiife" and "I did sooo shit" or "I couldn't be bothered, I didn't even try, who cares."But I - dare I say it - liked it. I did well. It didn't drain my life, it was kind of fun, like doing lots of brain teasers. The two essays? Not so much. Something about writing an essay takes a whole lot out of me, and I finish up practically panting under the strain (no idea why). But for the most part I enjoyed it, and I think I did pretty well. In fact, I'm almost certain that I did better in it than I will in most of my subjects, if not all of them. The point of the GAT** is that ...
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| "... Why is there a great big dog outside my window?" |
| 2008-06-12 01:06:40 |
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 before walking out the door. I like to begin my routine by showering, dressing and opening the blinds.I received a funny shock."Daaad, why is there a great big dog outside my window?"It was simply the most random thing. Overnight a great big, blonde dog had appeared in our backyard and was playing with Riley.Upon further investigation it became apparent that the d...
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| 1 + 1 - 1 = ...? |
| 2008-06-12 01:03:37 |
At the start of this week I had one dog. In the middle of the week I had two dogs and a broken fence. At the end of the week I fixed the fence, we gave the second dog back and I had one dog again.This morning I woke up to two dogs.Last night was my tall little brother's birthday. I fed Riley after we got home from the restaurant. As I was putting his food in his bowl I heard a loud snort from nowhere, scaring me silly. I saw a blonde muzzle poking through the newly widened hole in the fence.While Riley was eating I walked over to the fence. The muzzle disappeared. I could hear her pacing along the far side of the fence. I cooed "Here, girl" to her until she came back. I sat and stroked her.She barked all night.The barking stopped this morning. There she was, in our backyard.It's getting sl...
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| I don't like you, girlfriend. |
| 2008-06-10 02:08:10 |
If my sisters play Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend one more time, I will actually shoot myself.So if you don't hear from me after this...please let it end......
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| Cheer and happiness... and a touch of irony. |
| 2008-06-09 22:20:59 |
(the above courtesy of Tom1 and Ms Wise) N.B: Somebody came here by Googling "david bowie milk"... apparently Vyolet and I really aren't alone. :)AND for Mike, the closest I will ever come to poo humour:Riley chewing on a massive chunk of ten year old rabbit poo. YUM....
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| The Pattern Perpetuates. |
| 2008-06-09 06:12:59 |
How do you know when you can trust someone?Generally you have to have known them for a while, right?Do people usually stick to that rule? Does everybody walk around in life trusting people they've just met... people who are basically strangers?Frob has been speaking to me on MSN lately, but all he really talks about is his ex. He'd only broken up with her a week before I first met him, which explains why he was a little distant to me at first. Apparently I was the first person he'd spoken to since he and his girlfriend broke up (I assume this excludes family and close friends... I assume he means the first random person.)He opens himself up. He talks all about what happened and how out of the blue it was, how good he was to her, how in the wrong she is to be ignoring him now, etc. etc.Then...
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| Mademoiselle de CHAUVINISTIC TOSSER. |
| 2008-06-07 23:03:11 |
"I regard woman as the ancients did, as a beautiful slave destined for our pleasure. Christianity has not rehabilitated her in my eyes. For me she is always a different and inferior being whom we love and with whom we play, a toy more intelligent than if made of ivory or gold, and able to get up by itself if allowed to fall on the ground. I have been told on account of this, that I think poorly of women; I consider, on the contrary, that this is to think highly of them.""The smallest wrinkle may serve as a grave for the greatest love."From Mademoiselle de Maupin by Theophile Gautier, 1835.The entire book is one long steam of self indulgent, misogynistic drivel. You might notice that I listed it as among my "Favourite Books" in my blog profile. And it is. I hate the views the main character...
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| The Young Man at my Window |
| 2008-06-06 23:11:06 |
As some of you may have read, I recently acquired my very own room. Of course this new room is infinitely better than the old. It may be smaller, but it's bliss to finally have some privacy. I don't think I could take for another day a room where where my door may be blown open at any moment (regardless even of whether I'm changing), where I can't sleep in on the weekends because my sister has to get dressed for early morning sports, where my shelves are cluttered with fairy books and Pixel Chix and bits of plastic jewellery and my walls are covered with Polly Pocket posters and heaven knows what else...But there has been an unexpected trade off.My new bedroom has a relatively large window, giving a charming view of... the side fence. And the house next do...
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| It's OK as long as you're only half..? |
| 2008-06-06 23:10:20 |
I've recently been becoming quite good friends with a gorgeous girl in my homeroom. We first related because we both brought Sc_tch boys to our Formal (we were the only girls who did) and since then we've been chatting regularly about boys in general, the differences that go with what school they attend, and their weird behaviour.The other day we both had a free period at the same time, so we sat in the library and she showed me some photos of guys she knew that we'd spoken about."Oh! Oh! I have to show you this guy!" she said suddenly. "He's really hot. At least, I think he's hot... You might not. I mean, you might. He's half."I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. She couldn't be referring to-- "Half what?"She looked hesitant. "Half Asian."My friend is Asian... so she assumes that just ...
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| Mr Keats, you silly fop! |
| 2008-06-06 23:09:14 |
"O there is nothing like fine weather, and health, and Books, and a fine country, and a contented Mind, and Diligent-habit of reading and thinking, and an amulet against the ennui... a rocky basin to bathe in, a strawberry bed to say your prayers to Flora in, a pad nag to go you ten miles of so; two or three sensible people to chat with; two or three spiteful folkes to spar with; two or three odd fishes to laugh at and two or three numskuls to argue with..."- John Keats, 1 May 1819.Surely it's not slacking off if I blog my study... :((Just keep telling yourself that Milky.)I have a Literature SAC tomorrow. I don't know what I'll do... I also have a Maths SAC. Just three more SACs to go this week. Just three more?! In two days?! It's insane. I've had six this week, and two the week before. ...
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| Hype and exploding futures. |
| 2008-06-06 23:08:42 |
The Herald Sun this evening:"Taxi drivers turned on each other last night outside a Tullamarine cafe, in what appears to have been a racially charged brawl."A racially charged brawl, you say? Funny, that. The rest of the article tells a slightly different story."It was initially suggested the fight was between Sudanese and Indian drivers."See that? Initially suggested."One driver, a leader in the recent taxi driver protests in Melbourne's CBD, told 3AW radio the disturbance was sparked when an Indian driver attempted to skip the queue.'The Indian driver tried to jump the queue, and one of the Somalian drivers said 'you can't jump the queue, you have to do the right thing, this is wrong', and they started fighting.'"So where does race come into that? The guy tried to skip the queue, someone...
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| A Typical Period in the Common Room |
| 2008-06-06 23:05:27 |
If you ask anyone what the best thing about being in Year 12 at my school is, I can guarantee that you would invariably be told that it's our common room.Rather than having to freeze outside on those chilly winter afternoons, Year 12 students are granted the privelige of a relatively large, warm room with tables, chairs, carpet, a fridge, two microwaves, a constant supply of milk, teabags and coffee and boiling water on tap. It's a great place to sit and *cough* study when you've got a free period or your teacher hasn't shown up for whatever reason.But I'll be honest. You'd be lucky to get much study done there. If you really wanted to study, you'd head to the school library. In reality, one of the best perks of the common room is the relentless bitching and...
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| Corruption. |
| 2008-06-03 02:00:47 |
I've been sucked in.Going shopping yesterday was a big mistake, compounded by the three back issues of Who that my mother gave me this weekend and the many Saturday and Sunday liftouts that come with the weekend papers.I'm thinking about clothes again! D:I have three SACs due the week after next, and I know I won't be able to study this weekend, so by rights I should be madly studying now so that I am prepared.But no.My head is filled with paisley prints and silky tops and vintage scarves. I have an inexplicable urge to run into my bedroom and put on my new blouse and boots, and prance around. I'm dying to go back home to Brunswick St and delve through the shops. It's absolutely crazy. It hasn't quite sunk in that I don't have a job these days, and after my Singapore/Malaysia trip I haven'...
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| Meme No. 2: How picturesque. |
| 2008-06-03 01:59:56 |
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?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. :)...
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| If I give my heart to you... I'll have none and you'll have two. |
| 2008-06-03 01:39:23 |
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....
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| The World's Best (Female) Jareth. |
| 2008-06-03 01:38:52 |
I have considered my position and decided that there is nothing to be lost for putting up a picture of me in my costume. A very small one.People I've been close friends with for 13 years were eyeing me off like I was some weirdo because I tried to talk to them and they didn't recognise me. The idea of anybody else recognising me is ridiculous.Here goes.It was a really good costume. You'll all just have to take my word on that. And I have plenty of party-related gossip to relate but I think I'll save it.I will mention that I think I'm going to have to give the guy from Grassman's party an alias... and also his friend. ;)It's funny, I was bemoaning the fact that the boys jump straight for the girl who looks easiest to get... but it would appear that personality is more important than I recko...
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| Why am I Miss Milk? |
| 2008-06-03 01:37:47 |
Honestly?It was the first thing that popped into my head.No reason.No milk cartons around me at the time. It doesn't sound like my real name. It doesn't have the same initials. No funny stories.I just am....
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| Typical. |
| 2008-06-02 05:25:47 |
The Setting: My Literature Class, Friday.We're reading Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci aloud.I met a Lady in the MeadsFull beautiful, a faery's childHer hair was long, her foot was lightAnd her eyes were wild --I made a Garland for her head,And bracelets too, and fragrant Zone:She look'd at me as she did loveAnd made sweet moan-- Of course somebody sniggered at those two lines.But I must admit, I didn't expect it to be the teacher. :)...
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| Chivalry is dead amongst self-absorbed teenagers. |
| 2008-06-02 05:04:21 |
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, lacey 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...
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| The Problem With Tall Apple Trees |
| 2008-06-01 03:35:17 |
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,...
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| Thank heavens. |
| 2008-06-01 03:30:03 |
RE: A Typical Period in the Common Room.It occurs to me that I should finish that post off by saying that the next day the new Lit teacher announced that he'd be teaching us for the rest of the year. He then asked us not to ask him why.Gossip says that Mrs X is still doing things around the school, she's just not teaching Year 12 classes. Something wrong with her gall bladder, apparently. It's much less exciting than I thought, but at least I have a teacher who cares now....
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| AEL;AR;JLKSFJKL;ZD. |
| 2008-06-01 01:18:57 |
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...
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| Weird Google Searches |
| 2008-05-31 20:27:54 |
I always thought my blog was fairly innocent. Nothing crude, nothing unusual. And still people search for the weirdest things, and somehow find themselves here...she loves putting corsets on himmy ex boyfriend invited me to his 13th birthday but doesn't like to talk to me on imHe doesn't have enough friends for him to feel 'cool' so he invited you to fill up the numbers. And maybe you're boring. There.we've been dating a while and i'm ready for something moreYou're definitely in the wrong place then. I know nothing about that... Except Mike's advice to be naked and have beer.hints on how to say i dont love you anymoreJust suck it up and do it you horrible, callous person! Google's not going to help!i like piercing my slaveOuch! Why would you do that?!milk ...
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| Would you like some soup? |
| 2008-05-22 07:49:38 |
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...
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| Hypothetical Question |
| 2008-05-22 07:48:23 |
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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| Pacifist... but only in principle. |
| 2008-05-22 07:47:35 |
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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| Kids these days. |
| 2008-05-22 07:46:52 |
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?!...
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| How very curious. |
| 2008-05-22 07:46:25 |
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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| Tagified. |
| 2008-05-22 07:45:46 |
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'...
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| The End of the Lad/Boy Stories |
| 2008-05-22 07:45:14 |
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...
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| We move around like tigers on Vaseline. |
| 2008-05-22 07:30:55 |
I HAVE A BOWIE MULLET!Ignore everything I've ever said about Ginney (except that I don't want to date him). He. Is. Awesome. :DAnd to think that all the other girls use extensions and bleach to look this good. :P...
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| A Room of One's Own |
| 2008-05-19 07:47:22 |
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 ...
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| If I can't have David Bowie, I think I'd like Dylan Moran. |
| 2008-05-19 07:39:50 |
"I'm a man and everything, you know (either that or a woman who's really let herself go) - and it's not easy being a man! No, no. I had to get dressed today. And there are... other pressures. Men get a very hard time in the female media, you go to a woman's magazine, they're always doing these surveys, you know, in between the ads for alligator bath mats and Chanel ear loops, and they put in the surveys, 'What do you want from a man?' and women always come out with the same kind of thing, you know, they go 'Oh, I dunno, just some kind of physical, psychological, intellectual melding, really. Where you get that Oceanic feeling and you can create an environment for child rearing and the continual exploration of the existent relationship is still possible. That'd be ok.' And then they go to g...
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| Watching the lantern dim. Starved of oxygen. |
| 2008-05-19 07:38:35 |
Elissa and Bunny are friends. By sitting next to Bunny in class I am naturally sitting a row in front of or (usually) behind Elissa. Every so often a conversation will take place between the members of numerous rows.This happened the other day. They were arguing the merits of Severus Snape versus James Potter. Bunny feels passionately about the topic (she's pro-Snape) and Elissa is a huge Harry Potter fan, so naturally they were both getting stuck right into the conversation.In order for Elissa to do so, she turned her chair around and leant across Bunny's desk, therefore putting her back to me and completely cutting me off from the conversation circle.I'd have liked to join in, but the obvious meaning behind her body language left me with the words caught half-formed in my throat. I could...
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