Pictures of goodness

Passed!


Ridiculously goodlooking lunch (although mine wasn't as good looking as that picture)


Not one, but FOUR long, catchyup phone calls (which meant no study. Wow, I'm so upset.)


New car to be shared with the mother, POTENTIALLY looking like this one. Not entirely sure. But hatchback and silver and Corolla, it'd have to be the same right?


Nutella sandwiches. Best ever.


Look familiar? But so, so easy to do =]



This made me sad. Because last night (whilst procrastinating) I found so many pictures of my Grandma, standing by herself, with all her hair, looking aware and alive and real. I don't even remember her not in a wheelchair or in a hospital bed, or with all her hair. But her eyes were still the same. I can still remember her eyes the last time I saw her. You could see that somewhere under all the medical problems and sedatives and painkillers and fear that she was still the same person as ten, twenty, seventy five years ago. And she didn't ever want to give up. But I suppose we all do sometimes.

stolen!

Kat Bowden lives here, and I'm taking on her idea of recognizing my *insert number here* commandments...

.: Love, don't judge
.: Try to hold back from advice-giving when listening if it's obvious you won't be able to help in that way
.: Live in reality
.: A clean room is an unproductive room
.: Decoration is inspiration
.: Chocolate at any time is good
.: Remember to say 'please' and 'thankyou'
.: Put 100% into what you're doing
.: Friendos come first
.: But study comes first-er
.: Be your best
.: Find small ways to make someone's day better
.: If in disagreeance with something, don't bring it up unless it gets to the point of ridiculousness
.: Happy music & Happy movies
.: Don't wait till a Birthday Card to tell someone how awesome they are

Something I aim to do: Don't try to hold on to the past when it is time to move on. But keep those links!

_{...But thoughts they change and times they rearrange I don't know who you are anymore...}

happy endings

One day!!

lit essay update number one

Poetry oh poetry
How writing an essay about you
gives me a headache

Personification and metaphoricisation
Simile, imagery, onomatopoeia-y

Adrienne Rich (a separatist, feminist, lesbianist poetist) **
your poetry does not make me happy

Political commentary
Through personal lifery
Is silly

Poetry, oh poetry
Go away
So we can go and drink mocha

_{**I am not being derogatory here. It is an actual fact we need to state in our essays. Except we can't add 'ist' to the end of everything. But it might be worth a try? But I just wanted to clear that up. I don't, as a general rule, label everyone.}

best news ever

I just got the greatest news of my entire life!!!

Well, okay, not my entire life, but it is the greatest news!
Laura is coming to Australia next year!!!

Hooray!

dragging along

One more day till the longest week in history comes to an end.
I feel much like I've been hit by a truck. Except without the pain and broken limbs and all of that other stuff that comes with being hit by a truck. Just the kind of impact of a really really heavy force. Similar to a truck.

Yes.

Today was kind of a weird one, as far as days go. It was a Thursday masquerading as a Friday in terms of weather, stress level and so forth. Which made it quite depressing knowing that in FACT you STILL had to live through another day before Friday night (the greatest night of the week) arrives and you can just die quietly in the waves of relaxation coming your way. Not that this weekend is going to be all that exciting, just running the usual way plus a few thousand extra hours of study for exams. But I like weekends =]

The parentals bought a new car last night! Hooray!! It means I will officially be able to drive one of the cars in our driveway without failing at hopelessly at working out WHY there needs to be a clutch. It also means the lovely aforementioned parentals pay for car maintenance, as it is technically theirs. =]

Lots of happy friendos of late =]

economy, hey?

So, after today's fun reflection in History-Essay form on the Australian Economy from 1945 to 1990, I got thinking about the whole economy thing.

It's one of those words that you've just got to drop in to a conversation if you're discussing politics and trying to sound like you know what you're talking about. Along with other statements like 'Industrial Reform' and 'Johnnie Howard'. Often, the conversation will go, 'Yeah, Johnnie's doing a pretty alright job of the economy, although that Industrial Reform, with those AWAs and people getting sacked, they're not too great. But then Ruddie doesn't seem to have any better ideas. And he might not know what to do with the economy. But mate, what'd you think of the footy?'

So really, the point I'm trying to make is, an essay on the economy really is quite pointless in the scheme of things, because nobody knows what it ACTUALLY MEANS. IT IS JUST A MYTHICAL WORD PEOPLE USE TO SOUND SMART.

Although I'm sure if I still had Natey's Mac, I could look it up in it's fancy dictionary and give you a definition. But we wouldn't understand it anyway, so we'd just use it the same way we always do. 'Economy's looking great mate, I don't need to vote for noone'. (Double negative intended).

Current addiction: Mocha.

things i can do:

1. Parallel Park (for this moment in time - maybe not in a moment of time in the future, but right now I can)
2. Give really really really good dizzy whizzies to Macy
3. Write lots of lists
4. Make my room comfortably messy
5. Choose the perfect combination of sauces for kebabs
6. Get lots of black electrical cords all tangled together so there's a spaghetti like mixture of cords on my floor which leads to me always plugging in the wrong thing and unplugging something that needs to stay plugged in
7. Spend lots of time playing around with my photos
8. Spend lots on superfluous but very cheap stuff
9. Wear mismatching earrings and get away with it.
10. Lose Blu-Tack

So with all these skills, there is no need to worry about not being able to write a good Lit essay or properly balance a redox equation to use for back titrations calculations, or use the Matrix Inversion Method.
I'm set for life =]

<3

I love my friendos.

That's all.

overthinking, that there's just too many scenarios

Relient K gets awfully stuck in your head.

Aside from this pointless point, I decided to make a list of what I am doing as opposed to what I'm actually doing.

What I am doing:
* absolutely, gloriously nothing
* making a list of what I'm doing instead of what I should be doing, which is one of hte things I shouldn't be doing but I am so I won't be doing the stuff Ishould be doing

What I should be doing:
* Chemistry study/revision
* Media folio writeups
* Cleaning my hellish tornado of a bedroom
* Doing my Applic Homework
* Sleeping

So now I've made that fascinatingly informative list, I'm going to go and maybe start on one or two or twelve of these things. Good night all =]

(As a side note, I miss you)

umpiring!!

I love umpiring, I really do. And I love netball, no matter how many people pay it out for being an over-regulated girls' sport. But I think it is incredibly, incredibly strange when a male is involved in netball, particularly when he umpires. And when he's a better umpire than you, that's just depressing.

Nah, not really =) Chris or whatever his name is was cool. Just very very intimidating in his not-so-manly manliness, seeing as he was manly when he played netball. I find this odd. I'm probably the only one.

Media mark = 7.5 ... can't be upset with that!

inspired

I could name a thousand names of people who've done just this. And I don't think there's any way to fully communicate how much I love and respect them.

Go team =]

the night air breathes, but not so easy as before...

Media is done!
Done, done DONE!
What a lovely feeling. And the advantages of doing something 'symbolic' - it's unbelievable, I tell you. Easier to 'reflect' on, to manipulate, to throw in random things that don't make sense, and say it's all about the audience creating meaning from it...

I've decided the best thing you can ever do is just take things as they come. You don't get disappointed. But it's a lot harder than it sounds to happen.

So aside from all this Confunciousy (or whatever that guy's name was) talk, I went driving again and I am getting there. Slowly. Very, very slowly. But it is happening, and I suppose eventually it'll happen without thinking. Once I master those parallel parks, the world is mine!

And back to work for now.

uthy uth

First time I have been to youth group in I honestly can't remember how long. It was so cruisy. Didn't have to hang out with anyone, could just kind of sit by myself and relax, or go chat and catch up. I miss that. School is just so hectic and intense and overwhelming that to be somewhere where you can just be yourself is so calming. Good old youth. No matter what I say, it'll always be central to my sanity. And more of course.

breakfast goodness

Mmm...bread and butter pudding...

My Grandpa came over tonight, randomly and out of the blue. He seems sad, but he's doing well. He also managed to eat pretty much all the food we had in our 'kitchen' (for want of a better word), as well as helping himself to the pizza we had to go get so we could have dinner! He's a great one. I had the first real conversation I'd had with him for years. And even though he can't hear and doesn't speak English too great, he is still a pretty cool Grandpa.

He does well.

routine goodness

Okay, maybe not so much. Maybe more routine badness. The whole school thing is really starting to wear on me. I'm not entirely sure where I can lay the blame, whether on the fact there are too many assessments that there's no time to actually keep up with work, or the fact that I feel perpetually tired, or the fact that right now I'm a bit sad. But any of the above will do.

In any case, some wedding photos for your enjoyment:


The happy couple


Leonie, Andrea, myself


Pop & Uncle Geoff



Xaves & I

All up, it was a very lovely day =]

So now I am off to learn about Australia's political system and find a way to actually pretend I care about it!! In a totally democratic, freedom for all type way.

Six reasons not to cut the top of your mouth

1. It bleeds.
2. When you drink hot things (e.g. tea) it burns extra muchly
3. When you suck on chocolate, it burns with the excess of sugar
4. You get that disgusting flappy bit of skin that kind of hangs off it in all its grossness.
5. You can't talk properly without your tongue bumping into aforementioned flappy bit of skin.
6. It hurts.


In other riveting news, it is Monday again.
Wedding photos to come - it was very nice =] The speeches...umm... not so much. Remind me to get someone who is actually funny to MC, or will just do it in a really boring cliche way and not embarrass themselves/everyone else. Same goes for speech readers. In fact, I think I'll warn my dad NOW, so he's got quite a few years to prepare an unembarrassing, un-lame, un-awful speech that I won't remember as the most cringe-worthy moment of my life.

But enough on the speeches!
Everyone looked very very pretty. And Andrea looked especially so =] So much happiness in Wanneroo, where you wouldn't think happiness could happen because it is so far away. And because Wanneroo is a weird name for a place. Not that I have a problem with it or anything. It's just...weird.

Okay. I need to stop procrastinating (again).
Back to studying the Aboriginal experiences in Australia 1945 - 1990. Anyone care to join me?

driving, hey?

Finished week one of school. It was so long. A whole, wait for it, two days before the weekend. And trust me, that was enough. I never really realize how tired you can get from school! No, seriously. I was absolutely exhausted, and I could have sworn I hardly did anything.

Some people on my 'I owe you my life forever' list:

* Mrs Bull - gave me an extension on my media assignment, thank goodness! Otherwise I might've gotten, like, a level one fail. Or something equally humiliating.
* Jessie - for being IN my media assignment. Without this kid, I would've have actually had an assignment to hand in
* Nate - for lending me his Mac & firewire cable, despite me nearly breaking both. If this HADN'T had happened, I would have for certain gotten that 1F we all have nightmares about. Okay, I exaggerate about the nightmares. But not about the 1F. (For the uninitiated to OBE crapola, this means that you fail at getting the basic level, and therefore should give up and bury yourself a hole to live in for the rest of your life).

There are more. But I can't be bothered right now. I am sure I have mentioned it to you if you are on the aforementioned list.

Life has been lovely (if not full of assessments - I kid you not). Sometimes I feel like all the point of Year 12 is to just fill in the spaces between assessments. But you ask anyone, and I'm sure they'd say the same.

This nail polish remover smells like perfume.

To continue on this random rant, my parents had their last parent-teacher interview concerning myself on Thursday. And considering Arts Fest was last term and was relatively all-consuming, my marks stayed happy. Which means I stay happy.

Except for the fact I should be studying for the History Essay/P&L Test/Discrete Assignment (haven't started yet =S)

One more sleep till the big wedding! So much excitement in one weekend, how can I handle it? I know. Homework =[

last day

School is tomorrow.
Life is so unfair.

In other, happier news, the wedding is in exactly four sleeps. Not-so-happy news within this happy news is the fact my bridesmaid's dress is so incredibly small I can't lean over when I wear it. As a matter of fact, I can't breathe when I wear it. So it should make for a fabulous day, anyway, cos the dress is quite pretty. The bride-to-be is also extremely excited, despite her dress (having been made in Newcastle - why? I don't know) and mailed over, being too short and too small. But it all worked out for the best because she hasn't eaten the last two weeks and now fits.

Not that I am condoning not eating. Quite the opposite. I work at a bakery! Amongst other such reasons for supporting eating, which I will not go into at the moment. But when it comes to (very expensive) wedding dresses, it is understandable such lengths must be taken to make sure you haven't thrown your money down the toilet. Although I have spoken to her, and she is planning on stealing all the bread rolls on the bridal table and eating them in the limo on the way to the hotel post-reception. Now, I can fully support that.

I should be doing my media, I should be getting my watch back, I should be cleaning up this tip of a bedroom and I should be putting all my stuff back into my bag ready for schooly-school tomorrow.

But...I think I'll take a break first =]

Family

The Boys minus One

The girls minus Two

Rest in Peace Grandma, we'll miss you
19/4/07

postsecret of the week

Couldn't have said it better myself

all saints ball 2007

Fun fun night all up! =]

catching up

So the idea of holidays is kind of the relaxing one. Like take some time off, see some people, sit around all day then think 'what the hell was I doing with myself?' and just generally recharging the batteries.
Well, that's my idea anyway.

It appears not so much with other people, and not so much for this holidays. It has, in fact, been quite the eventful one. Next five days to be quite the eventful ones also. In happy and sad ways.

I miss them school kids. And not in a 'I haven't seen you in forever!' type way, although that is also true. I miss what they used to be like. Or...maybe. I'm not sure. I think it is more of a 'I like the way you used to be, but I can accept who you are now.' Hm.
I miss them church kids (they've all gone on Salty! damn the one year age gap)
I miss the Brumbys kids (although I just saw them, so I don't miss them as much anymore =P but still)

Thank goodness for the people who are your constants and get you through. There's nothing like knowing there'll always be someone around to care about what's going on with you, and can make you laugh. Win at life =]

Have to go get ready for the ball!!!!!!

today

Zyllee is sad

very (not) excited

So it is the All Saints' Ball on Saturday. And I am so not excited about it! I can't believe it. I thought I would be stoked. But no.

So aside from that, I am again procrastinating. Although to be fair, I have done a lot today. I wrote my entire Lit essay. Note the word 'wrote' not 'edited' or 'finished'. But still! Progress is progress, and five pages of five-syllable words later, I feel quite proud.

To be honest I don't really know why I'm writing all of this here. I think it is because the builders have made me be trapped in my room. Quite seriously. They're knocking down the walls on the side of the stairs. So the stairs are covered in bricks, and there is now nothing to hang on to when you go down the stairs. So I am very stuck at the moment.

Or maybe it is because I am bored. And my house smells.

Yeah. It's probably a mixture of those. Sorry to bore you =]

unbelievable luck

I love holidays. I think we should have them more often. However, I don't love the fact that this year, we don't get real holidays. We just have less pressured time to do our homework. So, to date, I have done half of my chemistry assignment. Which is quite the problematic one, seeing as I have at least two forms of tasks to complete for each subject. And I do seven of them. FOOLZ.

No more complaining.
And Lizzii - you are not huni. It is okay. I'm sorry if you thought you were =[ Huni is a whole different species. I promise you.

Bargain of the week: bought a top that was originally $20. Turned out it was on sale when I went up to pay for it. Then all the sale items were another 25% off! Happy Zyllee =]

Lit essay work begins in exactly fourteen minutes.

ooOOoo

Well Music (not band) Camp meant lots of pretty wineries. Which were very pretty. And winery. But there was a lot of time spent on the bus, and I think I am all bussed out. And now I should be homeworking, but I'm thinking not. Because, well, homework is bad.

I'm going to tell you a joke. Now, it may sound racist, but if it does, YOU ARE MISSING THE WHOLE POINT and I feel very sorry for you. Here it goes, joke courtesy of Catherine Wall aka Cho Chang.

Cat says: Huni and an Asian jump off a cliff. Who wins?

* here I will provide you with thinking space to think about who would win*


*here ends the thinking space*

Society.

LAUGH, oh crazy children! Ahh, the shenanigans...

Anyway, I have been thinking of all those weird things one thinks about when they should be doing homework, but their mind (and computers) distract them. And I was going to explain them, but I have just changed my mind. I think I might go eat some Chinese. Food I mean. Not the people.
Yes.

LOVE

yeah...

things not to love

* obligations to do things that are so hopelessly not good
* music camp
* lack of talking
* furry teeth
* packing for music camp
* waking up early for music camp
* not being able to find my grey dress
* not seeing 'Becoming Jane' cos everyone else already has
* smelly socks
* music camp
* dirty cons
* lack of jumpers
* music camp

=]

chocolate overloaderation

What's been happening, you ask?

Sorry. Can't tell you.

Naaahhh, I lie =]


Cat worked her wizardy magic


I embraced my new alter ego, Ginny Weasley


Lizzii and I enjoyed our glasses fetish


Lia and I filled in time camping with photo-taking



Hailey and I became a la Simpsons




And Simon is just about the cutest kid ever.

=]

Arts Festival 2007

best kids // 2nd place!!

1. Fitzroy
2. Gascoyne
3. De Grey
4. Blackwood




De Grey Arts Captains 2007

Finally!!!

One more day...

happy 18th shellas!

Nothing like pirate cupcakes...




...and hot kids. =]

Happy Eighteenth Shell!!

jelly beans and pirates

Zyllee's weekendy goodness:

Friday
* Homework...hmmm...
* Pasta Night!!!

Saturday
* Rehearsals
* Footy!!!!!
* Shell's 18th PirateFairy Party. Stoked much?

Sunday
* Work...yuck...
* Rehearsals!!! With cool skirts!!
* Quick! Study Chemistry so you don't fail and die!

<3 Death Eaters (formerly the Fizzing Whizzbees before the name was stolen by a lesser band who do not deserve to live)
Members:
* Lizzii Edwards // Luna Lovegood
* Michh Appleyard // Hermione Granger
* Catty Walleee // Cho Chang
* Zylllllllllllllle // Ginny Weasley

We beat you all in our Emo Wizard Rock awesomeness. Be afraid

L-O-V-E

The word love can really freak me out sometimes.

I mean, we use it all the time. Well I know I do. We love chocolate cake, we love ice cream, we love the new kitchen.

We love our friends, we love our family, we love ourselves.

We love that 'one special person'

But how overused is it in that last context? The others I can handle. We overuse it until it loses it's meaning because in those situations, it almost doesn't have a meaning. It doesn't need one because, and especially in the first case, there is no meaning to it. The word gets thrown around easily and noone thinks anything of it.

Then you get situation number two. Again, it doesn't really need to be meant when it's said. It's the word you throw out when you're not really sure how else to sum up everything there is you want to say. Or the way to sign off a thank-you letter to your aunt twice removed. Or maybe just to make that other person feel better about themselves. Or to let them know you care about them, but it's just reinforcing what the already know, so the initial shock of the word, the acting out of love through hugs and willingness to talk and smiles and calling up to hang out doesn't really have it's shine because it doesn't need it. Again, it is almost too overused.

But then there's situation number three. Love. Real, unconditional love. It's here the word freaks me out. When you actually have to mean it. It has so many strong connotations that can be misinterpreted or overanalysed or ignored. And in this case, you can't not mean it. So is it better to just not say it at all? I think the whole idea of 100% sincerity is scary because in this case, you aren't really protected by the meaninglessness of the word.

keep holding on ron!!

Best ever!!!!

fun facts

* Driving an automatic car is 500 000 000 000 000 000 000 times easier than driving a manual car
* Water is addictive
* Planning to get lots of work done usually means you probably won't get it done
* Sleeping lots makes you even more tired
* Daylight Savings ends tonight and surprisingly enough, even though I complain about it a lot, I'm going to miss it
* I don't know how to do Sets and colour in Venn Diagrams
* I love frangipanis
* Going clubbing is stupid if you are under age
* Headbands often hurt the sides of your ears
* Old phones are ghey, but reliable
* Cahrazy movie:

i disagree

Everyone's just pretending.

Anyway, in other unriveting news, our kitchen is STILL uncompleted, we still only have one toilet and one shower and my P&L oral is not finished. Or pretty.
But today, being Harmony Day, means we do not discriminate on the basis of race.
So instead, discriminate on the basis of the colour of your eggs.
Great bus trip.

things to be happy about

So I found this lovely little community on the LiveJournal that I pretty much never use, and I reckon it's pretty cool. And decided I'd do a little plagiarism and write down my five things that made me happy today, although I kinda had to think pretty hard at first to find them.

1) Finding that despite being a pile of rubbish, my old phone still works, so I can still be in contact with the world.
2) Mum bought me a mango frappe from McCafe on the way home from Group Dance in the Roger Goode which has no air con and traps heat like no other building I know. And that frappe was the greatest thing I have ever tasted.
3) Liv and I hijacked Pete's secret supply of Cadbury choc chips at work and ate them.
4) Getting the chance to veg out and watch Devil Wears Prada
5) earning back the money I spent yesterday

This kind of reminds me of that Kat kid's post about the Gratitude Journal - taking a chance everday to realize there's always something to be thankful for!

weekend!

My favourite word ever.
An exciting weekend, which has just been kickstarted by two fresh, homegrown cold ripe mangoes. Ooohhhh yeah.

The last time I'd had a mango was when I was in Penang. Penang! That was ages ago!! *sigh*
Bowling tonight, lunch, ice skating and babysitting tomorrow, work, Group Dance and church Sunday! All in all...a busy but unproductive weekend =] my favourite!

she danced the night away!

You forget how much you really love something until you start doing it again!

Like dancing. Or choreography. Being able to create something amazing to a piece of music that stretches you and entertains an audience. It's addictive, I tell you!

today

My dear, dear friends! I love you so much. I do want the very best for you. You make me feel such joy, fill me with such pride. Don't waver. Stay on track, steady in God
_{- Phillippians 4:1}

one down...

First rehearsal for Group Dance was today.

And yes, I will admit it, I was terrified about how it was going to go. I was dreading it. I was coming up with excuses not to go.

But I went. Twelve to two in the Roger Goode couldn't be that bad right?

Right!!! It went really really well =] Okay so we didn't get mass-loads done, but it's patterned, we have the chorus choreographed, Jess and I have half the dance under control.... *major major sigh of relief*
So I will get no credit for it, but I don't care! De Grey will not be embarrassed, I am sure of it.

I did get a not-so-happy email from someone who was quite upset about not being in it, and I don't blame it. I hate being responsible for making other people sad! But if it is working out well....who am I to complain?
I love this weekend. Greatest weekend on record.
Mmm...pancakes...crave....

i love...

.: cheap pancakes with strawberries, maple syrup AND mango for only $4.50!!
.: crazy looking spearmint milkshakes
.: hanging out with cool kids (okay, who aren't necessarily kids)
.: photos
.: fancy dinners other people make because they feel sorry for us
.: getting text messages from our 'kitchen' asking if i want food (okay I don't love it, but it makes me feel popular for the short second between receiving the text and actually reading it)
.: listening to songs from the ball
.: the crazy Fremantle markets bracelet
.: being busy (in a healthy kind of way)
.: life!

this is your life

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken
Don’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you’ve got now
Yeah, and today is all you’ll ever have
Don’t close your eyes

This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over

_{This is your life, are you who you want to be?}

St Hilda's Ball 2007

De Grey

House Choirs winners 2007!!!

Now it's over, it seems quite worth the bad rehearsals, tears, fights and screaming. Awesome fun =]
And so we might not have actually sung this song, but Gascoyne did, and it rocks! Everyone loves a little Whoopi Goldberg...


BALL!

ball!

ball ball _ball ball ball
BALLBALL_BALL BALL BALL

It's all a bit exciting really!

beautiful surprises

Things can fall apart.
House Choirs

Things can go well.
Lit help

People can be ignorant and demanding.
Let's not mention

People can understand.
Too many to even start mentioning

I miss people!
I'll bet you can guess who you are

My mum sure loves me - dress, shoes, more shoes, belt, brooches...I should get stressed out more often =]

when you get right down to it

sometimes life isn't what you expect, but it can be a whole lot better.

First Gig Sunday arvo session yesterday.
I was too scared to be honest.

Team Xtreme were extreme-ing it up at church last night.
Again, I was too scared to be honest.

I'm a bit scared of being honest with God all up. It still scares me someone can actually take control and let me just sit back and relax. I've never been too talented at that, as I'm doing a great job of demonstrating at the moment with all the Arts-Fest related things going on. Something to think about, I know that much.
More importantly, something to act on. But I'm still working out how.

Sometimes it's a lot easier to say you're thinking about something, then choose to never act on it. So you still have your facade up, but you're really just stuck in the same place as you've always been and never really moved forward.

So - to move on to more superficial, but quite exciting things - ball dress is almost finished!

another supre purchase

It seems to be happening more often to me lately. I buy things at Supre. But hey - a $15 dress I can wear to afters/anywhere else, I can't complain!
Other than a few Supre purchases (I didn't just buy a dress...you know how it is, you've got to spend spend spend!), I had the first official dress fitting today where the dress wasn't just calico. I'm still a little 'hmmmm' about it, which isn't necessarily a good thing, but like I keep reminding myself, it is okay because it's not actually finished yet, and it would be weird if I preferred something unfinished than finished. So a final fitting on Monday should see all the yellow tacking pulled out, Uncle Peter happy to have me stop walking through his room to look at the dress in the mirror/his Premiership Cup and me finally owning a dress! Which is always a very exciting part of the ball, seeing as it is basically the main focus of the ball.
Hair issues and makeup issues which will resolve themselves =]
Don't you just love setting aside a day to do all your homework, then ending up shopping all day? To me, that is what makes it perfect!
<3 for Miss Mauds!

mood swing #3728701959890392017

In the last twelve hours I have felt:
* tired
* happy
* exhausted
* sad
* stressed
* angry
* calm
* frustrated
* furious
* happy (again)
* surprised
* relaxed
* happy (again)
* fed-up
* ecstatic
* blase
* hungry
* full

Great isn't it =] Other than that, I saw the wonderful Kattyo for a whole three minutes! That has so got to be our personal record. And I saw Stevo which was quite awesome, cos I haven't seen that boy for a long time! In any case, back to my strenuous media assignment involving watching three movies and making yourself sound smart about them. Ooohh yeah =]

so the first thing i'll say to anyone starting year twelve...

Expect a fair few mood swings in the space of only a few short hours!
So yet again, I'm back to happy Emily. Still slightly wound up, a little stressed, but it's amazing what a good House Choirs rehearsal and a hellish Group Training session can do to your relaxation levels.

...don't give up, you've got the music in you...

okay so i lied

Pretty much everything I said yesterday you can completely ignore.

Too much responsibility
Too much pressure
Too many expectations
Not enough left in me to really care anymore

really happiness isn't that hard to find

It's funny, how in the time when I'm more stressed than I have ever been, and I am juggling more things than I imagined possible, I am feeling remarkably calm and truly, honestly happy. I don't care how contradictory that sounded, because it's the truth.

Our house is getting ripped apart, so there is no privacy, I'm overloaded with schoolwork, the pressure is stacked on for Arts Fest, music group commitment requires two extra early mornings, work is unpredictable and gives me one less sleep-in day, I still don't have my dress made for the ball, I've had so many people be super-confidey, I manage to fit in youth group, church, helping out with Andrea's wedding, keeping in touch with my close mates and somehow, I really don't feel that unbalanced.

It kind of makes me wonder (this is where I'm going to sound hopelessly selfish and most likely judgemental and cruel, but I feel like getting this out) how people who really do have it good, who have low stress level living situations, who are smart, comfortable, attractive and generally have a lot going for them, insist on being upset? Insist on being depressed constantly and when asked how they are reply 'feeling really bad lately' and can't see the brightness in anything? I don't know. It confuses me. And that weird and very undescriptive description of my thoughts probably confused you too!!

In any case, the epic ball is coming up (March 2nd - only...umm...ten days for those who actually care!) and there will be fake tans galore. But no for me!! Nope nope! I will retain my white glow as everyone else takes on an orange one. But I suppose that is to be expected =]. Still in mixed moods about afters, but hey, everything'll work out okay right? Right!

Study!!!

na na na na friend friend

Some days just aren't great for your blood pressure.
Very very quickly accelerating beyond normal levels.

My daddy went and got the chiffon for my dress =]

my brother has decided that next summer he will grow a mullet

Other than that it's been a crazy night.

I'm exhausted from all this emotion.

someday we'll know

Ninety miles outside Chicago
Can’t stop driving I don’t know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later you're still on my mind

Whatever happened to Amelia Earheart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?

Oh, Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you...

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I’m speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety-seventh time...Tonight

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you...

Someday we’ll know
Why Samson loved Dalilah?
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know

That I was the one for you....

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watched the stars crash in the sea
If I can ask God just one question
Why aren’t you here with me tonight?

Oh, Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you...

Mandy Moore/Switchfoot

materialism!

So the whole 'I don't have a ball dress' thing was starting to get old. And finally today we went to a material shop in woop-woop and got some stuff, tried on the calico version of the dress (which is, of course, just lovely....*ahem*) and so it'll all be done by next weekend for the final fitting type thing. Which is a relief and a half!

Although this material shop was pretty crazy. It was full of these indian-type materials and I was thinking I'd end up in a sari. Thank goodness for aunts who don't like crazy patterns.

So now it's on to try and fix up all the things that need some serious fixing that are Arts Fest related....
Fun fun!

mmm....chocolate

Well, firstly, Happy Valentine's Day you crazy kids. Even though I think this day is quite pointless and a slightly Hallmark-corrupted money-waster, it's still cute when people talk about their happy Valentine-ness. But today would have to be the greatest Valentine's Day I've ever experienced. I haven't eaten so much chocolate since before Christmas.
The chocolate Emily has eaten today:

...lots and lots of Maltesers....

...a whole block between three of us...

...a mini bus party...

...more bus food goodness...

And I had chocolate cake and a cupcake. But I can't be bothered finding their pictures. All in all, a very chocolatey day. Hooray!!

mondays

We are missing a kitchen!
I'm not kidding...I come home and it looks like someone's put a bomb in the kitchen and blown it all up and put all the mess on the front lawn.
But still....looks kinda cool =]
Despite the eating outside thing getting old very quickly, I'm liking this new change. Six years later we will finally get new curtains! NO MORE UGLY FLOWERS!
And De Grey didn't lose Yr 11/12 Interhouse Tennis/Volleyball =]

...where did i go wrong, i lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness...

mmm...phlegm

Yumm....sickness =]

These tablets are my friends. Yay for blocked noses and semi-scratchy throats! Or not.
I love weekends.

Some induction && school uniformy goodness:

I can see adelaide!

On TV!!! How bizarre is that? Oh, but Adelaide the girl, not Adelaide the city.
How awesome is that? But also really trippy.

That's all =]

wednesday = babysitting

I really really crave a cup of tea.

But it is way too hot.

And well done De Grey girls!!
Third by only six points, only house to fill every race and have no disqualifications and the most amazing house spirit I've seen in a long time!

I am so dead.

monday week 2

* we are ripping apart our kitchen
* organization has gone down the toilet
* everything is hard
* everything is due in the same week
* i'm actually seriously stressed for the first time in my life


I need a break =[

Post #301

Do we need to talk?
I think yes but I can't tell.
I suck at taking first steps, but if I need to I will, cos I've decided honesty is important, and friendships are even more important.

Here's to Week Two of Year Twelve.

some things i've learned in week one of year 12...

.: new stationery is good and colourful and clean and un-lost
.: the transition to year 12 from year 11 is surprisingly not that bad
.: trying to teach a group of 150 girls a boring song is one of the hardest things you will ever do
.: do not forget to do your homework
.: lockers in Upper Maths are bad. Lockers outside the Library (excuse me, Information and Technology Centre) are better, but still not good.
.: the bus should not leave at 4:00pm, but somehow it still manages to
.: being late for your bus because you went to the deli is not a good idea (but is good fun)
.: doing something nice for your friend makes you happy =]
.: early morning music rehearsals are very overrated
.: Grey's Anatomy is your friend if you feel sad/stressed
.: sometimes saying the things that are on your mind to someone you trust is a good way of clearing your head
.: organisation is the key! (to success *ugh*)
.: RAPS is overrated. So is P.E.
.: do your notes asap otherwise they will never get done
.: too many assessments is not good for your health
.: salads for lunch are good, despite you not making friends with them
.: book audition places and times ASAP otherwise you may get stuck with yucky places
.: do not get distracted 100% FOCUS!!!
.: Group Training hurts lots
.: do not pick at your nailpolish otherwise it looks weird and bitten
.: do not forget your diary otherwise you will FAIL AT LIFE
.: don't walk into Year Eight classes or they will laugh at you
.: tell people to move on the stairs
.: smile and enjoy every second of it, cos it will be over way too soon

year twelve

Officially started and begun and well into it.

I'm so excited.
I love this year already!

I'm already feeling a bit of the stress, but I'm organized and timetabled and efficient.
I already know about ten assessments for this term (four of them Lit ones), but that will increase very quickly in the next two days.

We've worked out Arts Fest related things.
This is good.
Very good.

I've missed my friends. I'm glad I got to see them again.
Positioning may suck. But we'll get over it, right?
Yes.

Yay!!!!

it all starts tomorrow

As of tomorrow, I am officially in Year Twelve. It feels kind of anticlimactic, you know? Like I thought I'd be so much more...'there', than I am at the moment. But I suppose that's what always happens? In any case, I was kind of ambivalent towards it for most of the holidays, but to be honest, right now, I'm really excited. I want this year. I want to succeed and finish and grow and learn and start on the future. It should be amazing.

Here is another tribute also, to the two greatest grandparents in the whole world.

Happy 50th Wedding Anniversary, Nan and Pop.
(And Happy 70th Pop - I'm so proud you made it)