casually finished thirteen years of schooling two days ago. a good night of celebrating definately ensued, including ping pong, icecream-in-toasters, pointless wandering through youngtown and a ceremonial burning of the tqa examination guide.
and now...errrr well. i've got a job for the summer. and i need one for next year. which worries me somewhat. but i refuse - UTTERLY REFUSE - to enroll at UTAS. it's not happening, i won't happen, IT AIN'T EVER GOING TO HAPPEN.
buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut for now, i'm trying not to stress to much. my whole life so far has been spent in school - i'm in no rush to jump in again. even if i end up there in another year, two years - i'll get there. my short term plans, for the summer, include:
- The purchasing of a Nintendo 64. This will hopefully be done today!
- The attending of Falls! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN.
- SUCEEDING at vegetarianism.
- Getting accepted at University of Melbourne, and deferring.
- Become fitter. Enjoy outdoors. Haaaa.
- Teach myself guitar. Poor little fella has been sitting in my room since BC times.
- Find another hobby. POTTERY?
- Work on this whole learning to drive business.
today i think i'll clean my room and dig up my old books, VHS tapes and gameboy colour. perhaps with several handfuls of allens party mix.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
those events you forgot ever occured..until you find the photographs hidden on your computer:
obviously what everyone needs is an italian cooking fest with their bestie.
i never really embraced the saying 'all good things come to an end' (errr, has icecream ended?). it's so...cynicil. nah, don't be happy, you'll just be sad sooner or later! or like, 'look, i have a new cat, Mabs!'...'ehh, i'd rather not, it's going to die anyway'. sucks when said Mabs actually proceeded to die the same day upon exiting the car ride home from the RSPCA. anyway...
good things ARE coming to an end. school's over - and only two exams are in between this chapter of my life and the next. OH GOD OH GOD :( . i've chosen to do a gap year. fortuantly i was incredibly clever and quit my steady supermarket job and got a christmas job at sanity - who MAY keep me on next year. i absolutely love it there so far - the singing customers, the gorgeous 'sanity's little helper' shirts and the movie trivia included. i'll probably have to get off my arse and get a second job even if they do keep me on - 30 hours a week for 18 months, says the government, until i qualify for youth allowance. hence why i am currently kicking myself in the teeth - i am the most unorganised procrastinator on god's green earth...WHY HAVE I LEFT IT SO LATE. someone come and castrate me (?).
anyway. perhaps a year of unorganisation, failure and general boredom will help me figure out what i want. perhaps i'll be so sick of myself and my life i'll have an ephiphany and BAM, it'll be planned out for me already. maybe i'll just get my RSA and work in london, live in a dirty apartment with a cat named grotto.
on another note, instead of studying today, i made cookies:
aaaand had an amazing chickpea & lentil burger (day 3 of second attempt at vegetarianism) from burger got soul followed by coffee gelato with a cute boy. tomorrow morgan is coming over for a psych study day, but i feel we will just get distracted, what with there being a jelly/caramel/vanilla slice filled bakery down the road and all.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
This week, i have more than i probably have ever had in my life to get done. Psychology I.P, Sociology I.P AND an English Writing major writing project must all be completed or at least shamefully drafted before the holidays. A side note: 'holidays' is a phrase which here means 'designated two weeks of school at home'. Anyway. AHHHHEEEEP >:(. Writing is getting me more than anything. Usually, the pieces I love are written in one sitting, they flow, they are perfectly imperfect. My major project is, to be frank, a sodding piece of shit. I actually have to sit down and MAKE myself write - something that ends in to much telling and not enough showing, far to many calories and not enough punctuation. Bloody hell. Clearly I've got my schedule worked out - I've spent the night eating Burger Got Soul (somewhat comparable to the best orgasm you've ever experienced), wandering around K-Mart and buying strawberry Up & Go's. Currently I'm settled in bed, watching the Chaser and eating Cadbury Roses. In this instance, I am using the insightful philosophy that seems to ooze out of every Australian: 'she'll be right!'. Because really, she will be right. Whoever she is.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Eat a dick Kind Regards,
nothing the opportunities you have given me and the time you have taken to show me your a massive bitch teach me to keep going no matter what. Regrettably, due to a descent into near insanity unforseen circumstances I must inform you I resign.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
This week, I have to officially narrow my choices for what I want to do with the rest of my life from 389423984823489 options to a preference list of about ten. This is terrifying. It hasn't really sunk in that next year, I won't be returning to 'school', per say. Classroom settings, loud mouthed girls who don't appear to be enrolled in any classes, quirky teachers, crappy libraries and impossible photo copiers will be a thing of the past. Instead, I shall welcome scary professors, large rooms filled with blank faces, sophisticated libraries and photo copiers with ten times the impossibility. Or, a year of grocery scanning loveliness. Either way, I'm moving up, moving on and hopefully, in 2012, moving out - to the big smoke! Melbourne, that is. Keeeeeen. Somehow, not scared. Probably because I am still in disbelief that my school life is actually coming to an end - and my actual life is about to begin.
ps. Mid year exams were death and should be outlawed...three months before end of years, come on. Just sayin'.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Yeah, that's an accurate amount, let me tell you. I'll explain my process in finding the 'one' in regard to word processing my thoughts onto the world wide web:
1. Discovery of some revolutionary, amazing blog site.
2. Post 293012483 blogs in about two days.
3. Never log on again.
4. Repeat process several times.
5. Months later, return to blogger with tail between legs. I wish I had a tail, actually, just so I could slink off like that when I'm feeling guilty or ashamed. I reckon people would be more inclined to forgive me. Because come on...I'd have a tail! When I see a falling star next, I'm going to wish for a tail. Except maybe not like this: