Davies' Lounge.

Signing out.

2007-05-27T15:33:00.000+10:00

This is officially going to be my last post. I've decided that I should probably give some explanation as to why rather then just stop posting, so here it is.
Keeping something like a blog is bloody hard for me. This is not for a reason like I can't be bothered or something like that, but is the result of one of the many emotional insecurities that I have and keep guarded so much that I would be very much surprised if anyone was aware of them. When I write something about myself, even if i know that very few people if any will ever see it, it makes me feel unbelievably, irrevocably visible. The idea that anyone can see me is so repellent and frightening that it courses within me a response very close to panic; though once again in order to insure that no trace of this escapes to my exterior I immediately transfer said panic into depression. Which, as many people are no doubt aware, can be concealed without much trouble. This adherence to visibility comes from a simple course: I hate myself and everything about me and have a great deal of trouble imagining why anyone else should feel anything different about me. I know, however, that this is not the case. My friends and family alike I am well aware care very deeply about me, and would continue to do so if I were, proverbially, striped naked of all pretense and needless defenses. Also, over the past few years especially I have come to realize with an absolute certainty that I can feel in no other aspect of life that the only one the one that knows me far better then I know myself will love my no matter what, and that knowledge and the strength that He gives me has kept my alive, brought me back when I'm at my worst. Still, I am severely inhibited in everything I do by the constant awareness that I have that from every angle I am being judged and found wanting, I do not need to be told that I'm worthless to know that it is true. The amount of stress that the fact or even the idea of keeping a blog affords me can be no measure be considered worth it, for unlike the flash of silent tears that i allow myself in moments of privacy it has no healing value whatsoever. I do not know why speaking my mind constantly proves to be so difficult, and any guess that I could hazard would reflect on various of my familiars so unkindly that I will leave them unspoken. I will end this post here before I say to much. And anyone who finds this post to any degree distressing, feel confident that I will survive. That is enough.

See ya. Ig.

insert post title here

2007-04-29T12:00:00.000+10:00

Insert post here.

I'm waiting.

Dern it, I guess I'm going to have to write this post myself. Tell me this, is it alright to spend a few hours on a Sunday playing computer games when you know you have homework to do? What if it's important homework? What if you have a cold and the work probably won't be of a very high quality? What if I'll do it later? What if there's housework to do as well? And something you said you'd do to prepare for the formal? Is it still okay to spend just a couple of tiny hours playing computer games? Just a little bit to get them out of my system so that I won't play any for the rest of the week and really concentrate on work. That's okay isn't it? Isn't it? What? But I don't want to do homework, I don't feel like it. Alright, I'll finish up this post, then I'll go and clean up the bathroom, then after I'm finished I'll do some homework(play computer games) and get on top of my VCE.

Back from the dead!

2007-04-24T20:15:00.000+10:00

I realize it may have been a while since I last posted. *is struck by lightning for massive understatement*. I swear I have a good excuse. It goes something like this: I couldn't be bothered getting around to finding time to work up the enthusiasm to preform the very difficult task of typing something. But not I'm back *crowd goes wild* at least for now *crowd sighs* until the pressures of VCE get so overwhelming that I ram my head through the computer screen. I will now recount the fantastic tale of how I returned to the land of the blog. In Methods today Annie told me to start blogging again. Annie's authority on such matters is so great that I can not but obey her commands. So tonight, my heart scourged with trepidation, my shaking hands entered the old near forgotten URL into the address bar of Firefox. There it was, my old domain. Sitting unblemished just the way it was about half way through year 11. Ooooops. Never mind. I'm back now. Never fear, genteel people, for the hero has returned. Spread the Word.

Here come the debutante

2006-09-11T11:15:00.000+10:00

Saturday was my deb ball. IT WAS SO UNBELIEVABLY FUN! Like completely amazingly fun. All the girls looked a million dollars and all the boys looked mighty fine. I went all out. You just have to for a deb ball. There are only a few occations in a girls life where she gets to go al out with the white dress and everything and I was not going to miss this one in case I never get married. The dancing went pretty good. I remembered all the cues, (important when your first) and we went through the carousel and the slow-rhythm-fox-trot and the jive without much of a hitch. The cha cha wasn't so good but nobody minded. The night was magic, really, and the kind of magic that was real, not a technicality blur. I am so glad I did it. I actually think that I looked genuinely good, a very rare occurrence for me.

Now, the after party. Despite what you may here from other people, I wasn't that drunk. Okay maybe I was, but I didn't pass out. And I only though up three or four times. It wasn't so much that I drank a lot, just that I did it all in the space of about half an hour. Apparently I gave a big speech about why the chicken crossed the road, and I have some vague memories of this but that's about all. I didn't pick up anyone, but a few other people I could mention did. Dan has photos, she's spreading them around.

My photos (of a different sought to Dan's) are coming.

Manners

2006-08-25T09:53:00.000+10:00

Be polite, stay in line, do unto others as you will have them do to you, say please and thank you and excuse me, and most importantly, don't blog in class. Ooops. Guess which of the above I'm disregarding now? That's right, I'm writing this in English class, during a very interesting issues study on the presence or absence of manners in Australian society. And more importantly, who we can blame if our manners are out the window. The Prime Minister blames TV, others blame young people, parents, media, the slow erosion of time, cultural corruption and private schools. Some even blame the internet.
I think this is as good a point as any to say that I have used a program to change the text in the bar up the top of my web browser, so instead of reading "Microsoft Internet Explorer" now reads "this is not the internet-this is my head". Not really relevant, but interesting none the less.

So what do you all think? Has Australia lost her manners? Are we sinking into the steaming pit of vulgarity? Is relating a country in the female form a thing of the past? Is this a polite blog? Share your thoughts.

Do da

2006-07-31T11:18:00.000+10:00

So. yes. i'm sitting in Biology watching presentations on adaptions to enviroments. I've already done mine, so I don't have to worry any more. I did the blue wren. They are tricksy little buggers. Very permiscuouse. But anyway, for the big news, I have my deb dress! It's white and pretty. Which is pretty much what a deb dress is but never mind. The corset thing meens that I have to stand up really straight. I don't know how I'm going to dance in it. Or curtsey. Curtseying is hard! Very hard. Harder then the denceing. We've had three dance lessons so far, and I have gained a new respect for those people who dance on TV. I spite of that, i don't think I'm that terrible at it suprisingly. But get this, me and David are couple no.l 1, so we'll be presented first. ARGH! Hay, did you know that the wallaroos have a diet of grasses and shrubs? You'd be amazed what you learn when you listen to these orrals. I'm going to try it. See yas.

Guinny Pigs

2006-07-08T15:37:00.000+10:00

Aproxematly 5-6 years ago, we had many guinny pigs. About 14. We kept the boy pigs and girl pigs seperate because years of experience said that this was the only way to keep the population down to a reasnoble amount. (anything over 20 is unreasnoble) These guinny pigs had many adventures, quite often begining with a mass escape from their cage and an armarda accross the lawn. (now small feet. We have a big lawn) Once they moved into the shed and it took 6 months to catch them again, once they re-aranged their cage structure, and so on. Back to the main story. 5-6 years ago we sent our 4 boy pigs to camp. This is not a euthenism for some sort of massaca, we quite literally sent them to camp. We moved them and there cage over to my grandmother's farm in Bunyip for a while. It was ment to be for two weeks. However, after about a week they somehow broke out and ran awey. For about a month afterwards you could acasionaly see a ball of fur darting under the lemmon tree, but after a time they disapeared. For years we thought no more of it. Intill now. See, my aunt who has the farm several crosscountry k's and river away now says she has guinny pigs liveing in her hayshed. They match the description. I always new the little buggers had a survival streek.

GATted

2006-06-07T16:01:00.000+10:00

Thank God I have not been. A GAT is a fickle beast, but where ye love 'er or hate 'er, she must be done. And when finnished, ye will find yourself GATted, GATted and disarmed, unshillded from the harsh light of unit 3.

Unit three, I give to thee;
A quite unpleasent choice.
Either see the blues,of one and two;
Amd slowly find your vioce.
Or jump right in, the depths and swim;
Right through the tironry.
And fight the premtive battle;
That is unit three.
Unit four, do you ask for more?
We're in the thick of things now.
When crunch time comes, can you do the sums,
Do you even remember how?
VCE, The place to be,
When the time is ny;
When we screem as we remember,
These are the best years of our lives.

fuckfuckfuckfcuk fuckfuckfuckfcuk fuckfuckfuckfcuk fuckfuckfuckfcuk fuckfuckfuckfcuk hay look its a tree!
I am unbelievably glad I'm not doing a Unit 3. Unit one's bad enough without it actially meening something. I'm in the very commen situation of wanting a +90 but I don't feeeeel like studying. So I try to ignore the fack that I had two exams yesterday have two tomorow one the day after and another next week in the hope it will go away. This kind of presure does things to people. Like makes them write strange almost rhyming poems about VCE. Oh, that poem that I wrote in under a minute comes so very close to makeing some sembenalance of sence it's almost tragic. As is the fact that I'm this close to killing whoever designed the education system with a rolled up GAT. I'll general achieve you!

melp.

2006-05-24T17:30:00.000+10:00

I have exams in a week and a half. I have something like ten SACs to do before then. I'm screwed. I want to study so I'll do well but I have to do these fucking SACs! I'm ready to shoot somebody, probebly the person who wrote the curiculem. This is also my infrequent post excuse, every free moment I've had between school, homework, study, sleep and the preparetion and cesumption of food I have NOT wanted to spend looking at a screen. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHH! VCE stress mega time! In tuter group today I realised I had a SAC due next period that I hadn't started. I don't think I've ever worked so fast through recess, and as a result the quality of the assignment is low to nill. Luckly it's just a prac report. Still, I'm fucking screwed. That's all I can write, I have homework to do. (help)

Biology.

2006-05-11T14:59:00.000+10:00

Does anyone know anything about digestive enzymes in the mouth? No I'm sorry i mean the primary function of the mouth and mechanical and chemical digestion? I know some junk but I have a feeling that i don't know enough for this presentation I gotta do on Monday. Now, I know it's been a wile since I posted last. Those evil rabits have been stearing out from the land of Davie's lounge for some time. This is because I need to do school work to keep from failing VCE, which we all know will meen the end of the world as we know it. Everything hinges on enter scores, it's simple physics. But right now I've gotta think about simple Biology, coz that's the class i'm in. Have you ever eaten toungue? One of my class mates thinks that is really funny. And something about 16 year old Japanease chool girls and 40 year old perverts. Now THAT is simple biology. I wish i hadn't have gone there. Now I'll never go back. Once you go black... I need to do more work now.

Bunny shots

2006-04-16T17:01:00.000+10:00

My sister has a bit of a chip on her sholder.

His name is Bunny.

He is evil.

He doesn't have much respect for authority.

Or easter eggs.

Soon, everything feels the sting of his axe.

He doesn't care what anyone thinks of him.

All honest men fear...

BUNNY WITH A BATTLE-AXE!!!!

Beware the wrath of Bunny.

Just a little bit nervouse

2006-04-08T12:32:00.000+10:00

An insident has occured at school. Because it has to do with placeing unsutable material on the internet, I'm just a little bit scared about writting about it here. So I'll disclaim it first.

Disclaimer: I, the secret identity behind Jill Davies, does not in anyway support, indourse or agree with the ideas and claims made by the subject students on the subject website about S.t P.auls A.nglican G.rammer S.chool. The school acted responsably and sutably and I have the fullest respect for all staff members involved.

That should do. Anyway, a kid in my year level was required to hand back their enrolements (expelled) last week. Another kid in year 9 was maybe expelled or maybe just suspended we don't really know. These boy's cyber-crime was to make severail claims and allagations against the school several members of staff a fiew students and in particular the school chapplen on an internet phony insiclopedia. Many of these claims were of a sexual nature. No body has seen these former students since the school became awear of this text. The principle gave us a very stern lecture at assembally about it. He didn't name names but we all knew by that stage. Rumers are rampent as to the exact contents of this entry, and the IT students are doing there upmost to find a copy of it, even though IT services at schoold put changed the entry so that it now says possative stuff about S.t P.auls. I have never seen the Rev look so pissed. He was mad, with good reason. Thing is, we all know this kid. I play hockey against him. Now he's been expelled. Shit. We're all shocked that he was so stupid as to get cought.

Does anyone ellse do this?

2006-04-03T17:38:00.000+10:00

Over the past 6 months or so I have notist a fononamum in my self that has been growing steadely worse. As I read fiction books, I adapt them into screenplays in my head. I know most people who enjoy reading fiction picture what's happening in their heads, but this is more extreme then that. For everything I read these days, at some point in the prosess of reading I put the book into one of two catagrees: whether it would adapt well onto screen or not. I don't enjoy reading them more or less depending on the catagry, and even if I decied that the stories not sutable for the medium I map it out anyway. I pause to work out camera angles and shot sequances, and if I don't like what I've come up with I'll often re-read a passage to get it right. I'll make dessiciens about what scenes should be cut and added, I'll come up with motiefs and colour scemes, I'll plan out sets that would be needed. Accationally, I'll even make estamates on things like length and cost. I'll also decide what places could be shot in a studio and which should be on location. There's been a couple of books which i've gone through with paper clips to restructure in a way that would work in a movie. The thing that hit me most about this was about a week ago when I realised that I'd just stoped for about six minutes in the middle of a page trying to think up a good musicel theme for the passage I was reading. (I couldn't continue intill I came up with one. I did.) I just want to know if this is in any way normal. So, does anyone ellse do this?

Let the games begin!

2006-03-23T10:55:00.000+11:00

Yes I know that the games have already started, It's not my fault the impasient thing didn't wait for my signal.
My sister is absolutely loving watching the Commenwealth Games. It's exactly the kind of sport that she loves, with her chosen team winning left right and center with no real competition and leaving everyone else in there dust. Go Aussy Go. I think that it gets a bit tireing after a while. Especially seing as it's only the Commenwealth Games. The only sport which these Games really means anything in is Lawn Bolls. (which is actually a really exciteing sport). I mean, it's great for the induvidual athletes and all, a shinny medal is a shiny medal after all, But the hole thing is rediculious. So is the medal tally. At least now with the pool closed and the track in full swing it will even out a little. Australia isn't as good at track, but in these games she's good at everything. Or at least that's what the good people at channel 9 would have us think. Even with Thorpy fully sic.(He he... I would like to thank Rove for that one. Don't worry Thorpy we all love you).

These Games have made everything insane. We've branded the city a no go zone intill the're over. I shudder to think what something like this would be like with a less stable public transport system. I'm willing to forgive the trams all there hook turns and there mal-functioning ticket machines and there DINGDINGDINGDING at a time like this. One good thing about the Melbourne 2006 Commenwealth Games is that I now know beyond a shred of doubt the REAL reason why Australia hasn't broken her symbolic bonds with Mother England. While part of the 'Great and Bountiful British Empire', we can still kick the crap out of our collonial overlords at sport.
That will always be worth something.

on holiday

2006-03-10T15:22:00.000+11:00

Hi, how are you all? Good? No knew dramas? That's good, now I can give my excuse for not posting for ages. My dog ate it. Then it sent it's spirit out and it took over me and made me see birds on rafters.

Now that's quite enough of that thank you. Please ignore her, I'm sure she has a perfectly legitamate reason for not posting for over a week. Now let's hear it missy.

No really, that's the best i've got. I'm sorry that I can't do better, it must be the stress of VCE.

Well that'll be it then. You've got to much Biology homework. Your teacher should be ashamed of himself setting so much work.

Yes he should. And you know what you've gotta do don't you? You gotta burn his house down.

No don't do it, you'll get into ever so much trouble.

What, scared are we?

NO! absolutly not. I'm not scared of anything.

Well....

No! I'll have none of your tricks Saten!

I'm not Saten, you are!

No Luke, I am your father.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Okay I'm going to sign out now before this gets any stranger.

Maths

2006-02-21T09:16:00.000+11:00

This is a first for the year, the very first time in 2006 that I'm posting during class when I'm suppost to be doing internet based resurch. In this case I'm meant to be learning about quadradics, and I'm justifying not doing quadradics by saying I already know how to do quadradics. See:

x^2 + 6x - 7

(x + 7)(x - 1)

Easy right? No problems then? I can keep bloging. according to the html bar thing, this is blog no. 13,979,385. Now, for three marks, what are the factors of that no.? Don't know? Can't be bothered working it out? Not even 2795877 x 5? Your pathetic you know that? Okay I'll stop that now.
Year 11 is deffinately harder then year 10. There's a lot more homework, and a lot less time for idel exercises such as blogging, though if we get one started in Lit blogging will become homework. I hope so. Right now though we're just doing stuff on The Cruciable. Good Book. In case you haven't noticed I haven't got much to write. Oh, I just thought of something.
I got my level two first aid citificat. I'm hopeing that it won't do anything more then look good on my resume, and that nobody collapses where only I can revive them. There's a big step bettween theory and practice. I should probebly get some maths done. Bie!

Another irelevent picture.

weekender

2006-02-12T20:16:00.000+11:00

Yes that's right. It is the weekend after all. Best time of the week. And this is the theoretical best time of the year for the township of Drouin, being the time of the annual Fiscofolia Festival. There's a spelling challenge for you. I didn't go to the F____ Festival street parade this year. I figure, it sucked last year and it'll suck next year to, so I can see it next year without missing a beat. I did however enter my mammoth Teapot into the CWA show in the "daughter of a member" section. (these things look good on scholoship applications I'm told). It didn't win, it was beaten by a fishing rod. I find that very funny.

Today I went and did a First Aid course with my hockey club. I learnt many things. Among then was how to make a variety of slings, how to deal with concussions and other such injuries, how to treat snakebite, how to do resuscitation, and that learning all these things is made a lot better when you happen to be partnered with an attractive member of the opposite sex. I'm sure you'll all agree. On that note, I bid the farewell.

I've been, waiting a long time, for this....

2006-02-07T19:05:00.000+11:00

Yes I'm back. I haven't died.

We're all back at school, returned to another year, a new locker, some people that I like and more that I don't and a new pasteral care systim that makes me feel like a sheep. Still, can't complain. It's actually been pretty good so far. I'm no longer doing any subjects that I don't like, even Maths I quite enjoy. Plus this year we're actually deemed important enough to get a comman room.
It was my darling wondiful sister's 18th birthday on Sunday. 18 is a big number in this society, it being the age where apon your opinions officially matter, whether anyone wants to hear them or not. So let's all sing happy birthday to World Peace. I do love you sister, no matter how it seems when things get dark.

This picture isn't relevent to anything, it's just a test.

Fire fear

2006-01-23T11:05:00.000+11:00

The night before

Watching TV alone. A news report comes on. A familiar image, a bush fire tearing through scrub. Just like the images that I've seen every summer of my life. This is different. It's different because the news reporter identifies the area as Gippsland. You know, the place where I and most of the people I know LIVE. Speak to TV, asking where in Gippsland, what town what Shire, WHERE. Channel 7 news beams images of smoke causing problems at the tennis. Swear at TV. Walk outside. Breath in. Choke. Go back inside to escape smoke. Throw a cushion at the TV. Know that the fire isn't close enough to be a threat, and it's late enough at night for that to be satisfaction. But it doesn't quell the fear.

The next morning.

Get up, get dressed, walk into the dining room. Look out the big North facing windows and realize that the ever-present mountain range is invisible. The familiar blue has been white-washed out, and there is smoke swirling in the yard. Step outside and into a wall of heat. It's 40C already. That's bad. Test the wind. A slight easterly. That's good. Check the radio. A man from the CFA is talking on ABC. I get a location on the fire in Gippsland and some information. The CFA have held it through the night and have it contained. Some relief. Make some calls. More relief. Go to CFA web sight. Information always helps. The Fire Fear remains, but can be ignored.

Afternoon

The mountains are back. I know that this is only because the wind has changed from east to west and is blowing the smoke away from us. West winds are not good on days like this, so the superficial signs are counciled out.

Evening

The mountains are just white shadows, but the eucalyptus scented smoke isn't as thick. As the light fades the air takes on a almost glowing eary quality. My faith in the CFA keeps the Fire Fear at bay. I'm still pissed off at channel 7 news. I don't care about the tennis or Princess Mary or any of that other stuff. There are some things they need to say.

The Fire Fear
I guess it's in everyone to some level. The primitive fear the wells up in our guts when the smoke is in the air, when the heat is fiece and strong and a burning nor'wester blows in. Images of the red flame against green and brown. Down here we don't get earthquakes or hurricanes or tsunami's. (yet). We get drouts and fires. I had almost got to thinking that the nice wet Gippsland and her Vally neighbor are immune. The lush grass that stars green even through summer and the dams that rarely dry out lull you into a false sense of security. The self-healing bush is full of fire scars of all ages, lending folly to that notion, but the false safety remains. We don't have a fire plan because our house is surrounded by so much green pasture that the chances of a fire reaching are quite unlikely. On days like these I tend to think that if a bad fire came along, the kind they talk about for generation after, an Ash Wendsday or a Black Friday, the kind that makes helpless fire fighters pray for rain. If that happened, the plains of green would do nothing. The Fire Fear is in me, it is what remains of human instinct. Deep and primitive, it will kill any interest in the tennis.

2006-01-12T12:49:00.000+11:00

...and the universe rolls on. Or if you believe string theory, the universe vibrates around in circles. Still sitting at this desk in front of this desktop computer I am; considering all the things I'd rather do. Still, life isn't that bad, just a bit muggy in places. Overall it's quite harmless without going out of it's way to be good. I have nothing in particular to wright about right not but i feel as if i should write something. I just noticed that i wrote write wrong, but i can't be bothered fixing it up. you all know what i meen. or at least i hope you do. shit what if you don't? i guess the sky will fall down and we shall all be crushed and wonder what the hell we were all complaining about before now that we quite literally have the world on our sholders. Shut up you stupid backseet speller World Peace and stop laughfing it isn't that funny. I don't care how you spell larghffffffffing. That showed her. anyway where was I? nowhere. oh. well it's been nice talking to you about nothing.

new year's resalutions

2006-01-01T09:57:00.000+11:00

In 2006 I will:

Make a new friend.

Improve my love life to the point where it exists.

study hard and get good grades.

learn to drive

get a real job

do some sort of production (depending on available fasilities)

Lift my crippaling appathy on the state of Australian polatics

Listen to lots of music

NOT become an alcoholic

lose weight.

whatch every film on the movie shows greatest films of all time list including the princess bride.

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That'll do. let's see if I can do any of them.

Christmas eve

2005-12-24T18:02:00.000+11:00

'Well, it's Christmas time, and there's no need to fear... '
As a great man ones said. Now, is it just me, or is Christmas less commercial this year? It might just be me, coz there doesn't seem to be a particular abundance of love and compassion for the fellow man or any other such Christmas spirits. In less the Christmas Spirit is some kind of Alcohol. Anyway. My Christmas presents are all brought and wrapped, and placed nicely under the tree. Santa isn't coming this year, he's been coming less and less each year since we all got old enough to realize that the modern day image of Santa Clause was commissioned by Coca-Cola. It kind of ruins the effect once you learn that he wears red and white for marketing reasons. This is a fine way to conduct a Christmas eve blog post isn't it? But then, the year is almost over, and I need to fill the quota of cynicism and sarcasm that I referred to in my user profile. I am dreadfully afraid that I haven't lived up to it. I couldn't take the shame of that.

My yellow cockoteal, Festival, has lain an egg. I'm mentally calling it eggy. We're pretty sure it's not fertalised, becuase my other cockoteal, Perl, is strongly suspected of being homosexual. If indead it is possable for a bird to be so. She's kind of sitting on it in the corner of the cage and not letting anyone near it. I'll probebly take it out after a few days. It's her first egg and she doesn't seem to know how to take care of it.

To all of my friends from the real world and from cyberspace that visit this way station on the information superhighway, I wish you all a very merry christmas and a happy new year. If you christmas doesn't meet your minimum standed of merryness, I poscribe liquer in large quontaties. From Davie's Lounge, 'Let them know it's christmas time'.

Never fear

2005-12-16T15:44:00.000+11:00

well, I'm back. It has been a while since I last posted hasn't it? I've been in Lakes Entrance for a bit, but I'm pretty sure I posted before I left. No, wait, when I think about it, I think I dreamed that. I must have. I was on some sort of space station, with a machanical boar, and the royal family... never mind. Any way. Back to what's actually real. Greenday's ToMoRoW!!!!!. (o's arn't important enough to have capitals). Let's cheer. GREENDAY, GREENDAY, GREENDAY, GREENDAY, GREENDAY! YAY! I excited. only this many *holds up one fingure*.
Right, other stuff. My darling sister world peace got her all important ENTER score the other day, a very impressive 94. We are all very proud of her. *wipes away tear*.
I went to a party yesterday, Crazzyness' and Man's. It was good. Only one person went into the dam even though it was right near the house and at the bottome of a steep hill which people liked to roll down. One of Crazzyness' friends didn't seem to grasp the consept of sarcasm. We had a few strange confersations.
Basicly I'm tired. I had two hours of very light sleep last night. So, I'll leave by saying, GREENDAY!, don't eat the fish, and it isn't a good sign when you start dreeming about blogging.

10pm on Saturday.

2005-11-26T21:56:00.000+11:00

It's 10pm on a Saturday and I'm sitting at home on the computor. I hate my fucking boreing do nohing usless stay at home life. I hardly ever have anything to do on Saturday night but sit on my ars. Green Day, that's what I need. *selects track and turns up the volume*. @ least I'll have something to do on the night of there show. I'll be there! Now I'm thinking possative. Mood swings, you gotta love 'em sometimes. Anyway, exam results. I got A for chemestry, A for Biology, B+ for English, A for maths, (swear swear), B+ for VisComm, and B for Ceramics. The ceramics exam was hard. I'm happy with Bio and Chem, even though I made a couple of stupid mistakes in Bio that were the difference bettween an A and an A+. (I KNOW what chemical digestion is, why the FUCK did I get that wrong.) I'm fucking thrilled with English, I NEVER do well on English exams. Maths was dissapointing but I'll get over it. We'll all get over it. These exams arn't like the ones that we'll be sitting in 2 years that will follow us around like a little puppy forever. Or so our teachers would have us believe. What the hell am I going to do with my life? Maybe I should go into pharmacy. Or resurch. Or maybe something that wouldn't leave me sitting alone on Saturday night. Sigh.
*Nice guys finnish last/ when you run out of gas/*
At least there will always be music.

Study hall.

2005-11-17T11:44:00.000+11:00

There is a place where people go, with exams around the corner but not at present. In that place some people despirately poor through notes, some poeple muck about, some people play solitare and inbark on private projects, some just talk, some do practice tests or talk to there teachers, and others, the most foolish ones, go blogging. The dammed call this place study hall, curse it's vial name. The stink of studying and not studying students is thick in the air, and the sun shines seldom. Actually, I lie, the sun is just as brite here as it is anywhere ellse. And I can't actually smell anything. But the metaphore remains! Most of the people in this room are wearing headphones, locked up in there own little musical world. I know I am. I'm listening right now to a playlist made of the Red Hot Chilly Peppers and NIRVANA. They work together supriseingly well. Two old reliables. I had three exams yesterday. Chemestry first, English middle and Biology last. The only thing I know about the chemestry exam is that I had enough time after I finnished to draw a cartoon on the back. I also know that my teacher really like the cartoon and photocopyed it and gave one to all the science teachers that share her staffroom. I'm hopeing to get bonus marks for that. I can't remember a word I wrote on my English exam. I didn't get time to finnish. Bad sign. For the Biology one, I don't like to use the fraze "dead easy" to describe an exam I haven't got the results for. I could still have failed it. still, finnishing a 90 min exam with 45 minutes to spare can't be bad. I've still got three to go so, SHIT. Still, what can you do. That's probebly enough.

Exams!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-11-14T16:51:00.000+11:00

That's right, exams. You know, eams? The things that come around twice a year and makes everyone run around like chooks with there heads cut off? Surely you know exams. Right now I know a lot about them. Mostly, I know that I have six.5 over the next week. English, Chemestry and Bioliogy on Wendsday, Ceramics on Friday, and VixComm, and two Mathses on Monday. I'm not ready for any of them. Except maybe VisComm. VisComm exams don't tend to be that hard. The Ceranics one is 'spossed to be really hard, it has art annalises in it. Art annalises is hard. But I can do it so I should be okay. Hopefully. ARRRGGHHHHHH. Help! Some of those exam study subliminal messages would be good right about now. The really bad part is, with the Maths exams, One of them has to be done WITHOUT a calculator. I am incapable of doing Maths without a calculator. I don' know my times tables, and I can't add. I'm pathetic in Maths, I average an A+ but I can't do 14 + 7 in my head. No... wait... it's 21. I think. How long did that take me? I'm in trouble.

Saturday, bloody Saturday.

2005-10-29T21:29:00.000+10:00

I just don't have a good affiliation with titles OK. The world would be a better place without them frankly. Anyway, back to the life of yourse truely that is the subject of this very interesting blog. Yesterday I went out to diner with my family to selabrate my 16th birthday. Little late but never mind. I had some very nice Morocan Chicken with citrus dressing and some very nice white wine which i think I scared my family with. Se, aparently my family caries the alcoholic gene. Neather of my parents drink, so I guess it must be recesive. A whole bunch of us (a small bunch but still a bunch) are going into the city on Monday for a total freakout. Or, if we don't feel like freekin', we'll just go shoping. Freekin' is all well and good but it doesn't achieve much. I think I'll sign out now. Laters.

Next stop, Broadway

2005-10-26T22:34:00.000+10:00

Nothing lasts forever, not even cold November rain... Oh my fucking God, I just got home from the Arts Center after the grande proformance of the Joe Christiensen Experioment. I am way to hyped to sleep. I was magerly stressing out. Magerly. The worst part is, This is exactly what I want to do with my life, writeing and directing, and I know it's not going to get any less stressful. Still, got to love it. Okay, about the actual play. All the actors did really well, even if they did forget the occational page of script. They all recovered and that's the most important thing. The techs did good to, Charlie and Scott know what they're doing. Scott played some of the music out of order, and put on Somebody Told Me just before the November Rain scene, but I think I can forgive him. The thing is, when I was back stage going mad I was like "thins is terrable, we're all going to die, I completely stuffed this up", then all of these people were comeing up to me and saying that it made them cry and stuff and that I have to keep writeing no matter what and I went really red but I was wearing stage makeup so it's all good. Man that was a long sentance. I'm operating without sleep right now. I've decided to publish the JCexp script somewhere, possably on 2000 untrue statements. Or make another blog for it. Or something. Anyway, look out for that. I should probebly get some sleep now before I die of exort... exsort... ex.. tiredness. Bie.

3 more days

2005-10-23T14:19:00.000+10:00

That's right folks, 3 days and four hours untill The curtains open on JCexp. The good news is, I have a full cast. Two of the actors haven't done the November Rain scene yet, but hopefully everything will be alright. Hopefully. I think of all the scenes by the songs playing in them. There were some dramas in the prop-making department, (aka, Aimless and crazzyness) but we should be able to recover from that if we can find more cardboard. If not then we may have to go for accuracy over emotisity. Is that a real word? Ow well, is now. I'm working on my bio assignment right now. It's on drugs in sport, and has taught me that cyclists are doped up to their ears. I went to the battle of the band last night, it was fun as. I managed to get over the caring what other people think of me thing quite early and just went psycho. The bands were all really good, even the puccusions which really got the crowd going. Out of the headliner I liked Wishful Thinking best, and after they had finished playing we went and talked to the lead singer. His name was Carl, I think. Something like that anyway. The one thing I'll probably remember the most about it was the square dancing. One that note, I should probably get back to the doped up cyclists. Later.

me bad

2005-10-13T13:54:00.000+10:00

I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've just been buisy with school and my birthday (I'm 16 rar rar) and with JC exp. Speeking of JC, aaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh. I still need at least one more actor, I say at least one caz one could pull out at any minute. But there arn't any more actors that I can find. I would try and play one of the parts myself if they wern't male parts. Who would want to be a director? Me thats who, suicidal me. Dragons doing maths in the library, I'm halfhelping him and half makeing smart-arsed coments.
Okay, that was then, this is now. I'm not in the library anymore, I'm in Biology and learning about dopeing in sport. But I still need another actor! I'm willing to take anyone at this stage. As long as their guys. And have a minimal level of acting ability. I have no idea how we are going to be ready in just over two weeks. I don't think any of the actors know there lines. They all have good reasons so it's all fare enough but still, SHIT! I should probebly do more Bio now.

it's me again

2005-10-05T18:07:00.000+10:00

Well when you think about it, who else would it be? But hell I'm not goo with titles. Anyway, I've got ticket information about my play, The Joe Christiensen Experioment. Tickets cost $8 each. It's the people in the plays responsability to sell them apparently. I think the exec. producer (aka, Shaw) will give me some to distribute soon, I personly think it would be easyest to cell them @ the door, and I'll try to arange that. (after all, it's not like our wittle amature production is going to sell out.) Some internet people have said they want to come, if your still interested any ideas on how I can get the tickets to you? I have the final date, Wendsay the 26th of October. Though judging by todays rehersal I don't know if we'll be ready. Don't fall into the trap of thinking that 4 weeks is a long time, it isn't. arrrrrrrgggggghhhhh.
Well, anyway, back @ school. The schools pretty somber right now, as it tends to be after a teacher has died. I've got an orral tomorow. I've written it so it's all good. We're starting archeteture in VisComm. I predict I will crash and burn on this one. Theretically I should be good @ this kind of stuff, coz I have a maths brain and like designing stuff, but everything I come up with looks really ugly. Wo is me, I am not going to be an archetect. I somehow don't think I'll become a great play write eather.

Design

2005-09-29T20:22:00.000+10:00

Designers are the luckyest and best and most important people in the world, according to the head of the design department and Swinburn University. I just finnished the three day short course. I learnt lots of things, including how to use flash, how to make chairs out of cardboard, 85% of designers wear all black and where to get the best icecream in the world. (It's this cafe on Chappel st), I also learnt that I need an enter score of at least 90 after middle band to get into film school. Hah! it's not an "only idiots go to film school" thing, you need damn good grades for it, take that Mr Ryan who wanted me to do all maths science subjects. Okay I'm over that now. I reccon my school must be cursed. Another teacher has died. That's the thired one in three years. Speaking of school, it starts again on Tuesday. Shit! I need to do homework. On really good news, I HAVE TICKETS TO GREEN DAY! There seat tickets, in the second tear, but still IT'S GREEN DAY! That's all I can think of to write right now, so I'll just wish you the time of your life and let you get on with it.

hat

2005-09-25T16:58:00.000+10:00

I brought a hat today. it's black with white lines on it. This is the point where everyone says, "That's nice Jill, but is there anything interesting going on?" Well I say this: Hats are interesting! How dare you say that my new hat isn't interesting! I'm wearing it now. My parents say that Crazzyness's proposed adult escort idea for Greenday is satisfactory, so provideing tickets can be purchesed and no other unforseen obsticles arise, I CAN GO TO SEE GREEN DAY! Now back to my hat. I walked into this shop @ the DFO, and I saw a hat stand. So I walked up to it and found one I liked. Then I brought it. So now I have a new hat. I like hats. Then, I got two new shirts that match my hat. They are both black. (The crowed gasp @ this new developement, who would have guessed that she would ware something black!) I'm going to this design course @ Swinburn on Tuesday. I think it's mostly to teach us how great it would be to learne design @ Swinburn. I think I'll ware my hat.

I can't be bothered thinking up a title

2005-09-19T17:14:00.000+10:00

Okay, first is news. My little sister broke her arm. Really badly. I don't know the details coz I'm not a boneoligest, (I am quite aware that that isn't a real word.) But it's her upper arm and she's counting down time between when she can have painkillers. Don't you hate it when your normally impeccable grammar fails you? Did that even make any sense? Does anything make sense? Am I just typing crap? Fuck is my brain ever dead today. Right, moving on, lets talk about the NZ election. Last I hearth, Helen Clark won but not by much. Something to the effect of 1%. And they are still counting the last of the votes. Tense. With things so tight forming alliances is going to be tough, there is a chance the government will collapse, which would be bad coz I have a lot of respect for the NZ parliamentary system, considering it to be if not the best in the world then close to. The Maori party gained four seats. That's probably enough of that.

I have received requests for more information about my play. Okay hear goes. For amateur and underage playwrites and there acting companions there is basically one way to get a production to happen, and this is through programs which sponsor them that come with colored booklets with words like "encourage" all over them. They generally have really lame names to, this one is called "expressions", and come with "guidelines". Guidelines is another word for "do this or get the hell out." The guidelines that I have ever so nicely stuck to are thus: It must be only one act long, so they can stick more then one play in on one night. It must involve in some way, a banana, an old sock, a character called spike, and the fraze "It's hard to get good help these days" There are also hidden rules which I have found out about the hard way in previous years, such as: No witchcraft, no incense, no pentergrams, no candles, no chanting, no ghosts making contact with the living, in fact, no seonses at all. I actually have no idea how to get tickets, I'm going to have to find out. They're probably going to sell from the gate, it's not like there's going to be a sell out. It's at the Warragul arts center, Warragul can be found in most reputable melways, it's about 100km east of Melbourne.

The next Shakespeare

2005-09-13T17:01:00.000+10:00

I've written a play. It's fare dodge, but I'm hopeing that doesn't matter. I have some wondiful actors (and some mid range actors) lined up and ready to take center stage in "The Joe Christiansen Experoment." I'm the director! *she listens patiantly while everyone laughs at that thought.* So far, a few problem have been encounted: I can't find any male actors that arn't either otherwise engaged or genetically modified, I have three actors all wanting the same part, (I don't know hwy everyone likes that charector so much), and I have to take out all the swearing. No big deal about the swearing, there wasn't much. I just need to replace the word "fuck" with the word "damn" in a few places. (shit is okay now aparently). I don't know what I'm going to do about the multi-actor crises. It's pretty much a two horse race, maybe I can have them fight for it. Or prehaps some kind of act-off. The not enough guys problem is a big one. I need at the very least two guys, I think I can get one after he's finnished haveing his genes modified, I don't know where the other one's going to come from. Who'd want to be a direcor? People keep comenting on my stage directions, I can't think why.

"The Joe Chrstiensen Experioment" will be showing at the Warragul Arts Center on October the 24th, 25'th or 26th.

Subject selection

2005-09-06T13:51:00.000+10:00

Sob! I had to drop ceramics.
It's VCE subject selection time, and time for my major delemer. My problem is that I want to do so many subjects that I can't possibly fit them all. I eventually managed to get the units down to 12, but it meant some tough decisions. I'm not going to do art in year 12, I can only do one unit next year and need to drop it completely after that. That really sucks coz I really love art. I can't do psychology either, which I really wont to but don't have room. I'm really into all that stuff, but I don't wont to have to drop another arts subject. I'm keeping Visual Communication and Design, (or "Graphics" as more boring people call it) but my insecurities makes me worry about that one to, along the lines of "why the fuck am I doing that when I completely suck at it" VisCom is one of those subjects where you can get all A's but still be terrible at it. I'm doing chemistry and Biology, good old science. I should probably do bio units 3 and 4 instead of 1 and 2 I know. But world peace did that so I can't. I also wanted to do two Mathses, (do you know what the plural for maths is?) but I again I don't have room and it would be of no use for me anyway except that I like maths. (really). 1 unit of regular English and one of literatures to top it off. I wanted to do two units of both, but I wanted to do a lot of things that I didn't. Then of course there's Ethics. ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH. If I didn't have to do ethics then I could do art. Mean tokanisticly Christian school. I quite like all those God study subjects, but I like art more. The future is heading in like a high speed train, and every aspect of this school system is designed to make it hard. Well, at least I can drop commerce.

Crazzy idea

2005-09-05T19:08:00.000+10:00

Okay- here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to award a song to everyone that I have on my links. No good reason, I just will.
Okay, Randomised stuff. Craz-y, I award you the song "Calipso" by Spiderbait
Crazzy and mostly pointless stuff. Crazzyness, I award you the song "God only knows" by Moterace.
This panda talks to much crap. Panda, I award you the song "extrordinary girl" by Greenday.
Legindary Chipmunk. I award you the song "The hampsta dance song" by hampton the hamster
realm of the fat turtal. Fat turtal, I award you the song "Sunset" by Powderfingure
World Peace, actually no, I won't give you a song, you won't like it.
Shallow thoughts. BigAssPosser I award you the song "Dr Worm" by, actually I don't know who it's by.
yadda yadda yadda. Ludicricy I award you the song "clocks" by Coldplay
Pointless palmtree. Aimless penguin I award you the song "You sound like Loui Baddet" by the Whitlams.

Well that was a pointless exacise, and in that spirit I dedicate it to Aimless. Enjoy your songs! I'm sorry if anyone takes them as an insult. That wasn't my intention.

40 hour famine.

2005-08-26T18:59:00.000+10:00

It's hour 24 in the 40 hour famine. Only 36 to go. I'm a little hungry but not much. I'm a bit dizzy but it's not that bad right now. I don't know what I'm going to be like at hockey tomorrow, but hay I've played in the mental fog before. The trick is to watch the ball, even if it's the only thing you can see, and concentrate really hard on not falling over. Will power is an amazing thing. I finally got around to copying my Arts in August photos off my camera, but there on my laptop and I'm working on my desktop right now so they will have to wait longer till I can be bothered moving them. I taught myself how to play mindsweeper! I finished the intimidate game, got on the score board and what do I see? The high score on the advanced game thing proudly declaring that "Brie is cool". Where it got this ridiculous notion I can't tell, but I fear that it may have been pavercely influenced by a certain penguin. Call it a hunch. My Dad has been telling me to learn minesweeper for years, apparently I've got the right kind of brain for it. Or something. I think I'll make pretzels tomorrow. Pretzel are great for breaking famines.

Zebe in year 7. looking small.

Stupid fucking flu.

2005-08-20T10:32:00.000+10:00

Well, normally I would be playing hockey at this time. Their are a couple of reasons why I'm not. Firstly, I have the flu and can't breath properly. This is a big hindrance in a sport where you rarely stop running. Secondly, last week I got hit on the back of the head with the ball. The bump isn't really visible coz my hairs kind of curly, but it still hurts like shit. I've been having headaches all week. I very rarely make it through a game without some kind of injury, the only question is the size. This seems to be a really strange thing to notice right now, but I've become really good at typing. I can now officially type with my eyes closed. And really fast to. I'm just remembering back to when I was in year 7 when it would take me ages to type something up because I would have to search for every key. I was already better then some other kids then to. A few years on and even though I don't know where all the keys are my fingers do. On the other hand, my handwriting has gone downhill major in that time. It's reached the point of almost complete illegibility. But that's okay coz you don't handwriting on the internet. That was an odd train of thought. The frazing on this post has been shocking. Never mind.

Unchy Munchy

2005-08-16T17:35:00.000+10:00

There's this clapping chant called unchy munchy that we used to do in the latter years of my primary school, but nobody else has heard of. I suspect that one of the teachers made it up. I really like it, and in order to share it with the world (cough cough) I will post the words to it here.

Unchy munchy, I’ve got a hunchy,

It’s time to sign and fight for your country.

Hear the man talking on the radio,

Get on the boats ya got far to go,

Bullets are flying, people are dieing,

And back home their wives are crying.

Anda, manda, properganda,

Spread around veranda to veranda.

No moward, loward,

No white feather coward,

Give him a gun he’s been empowered.

See the tanks rolling into town,

See the people being gunned down,

See the bodies on the ground,
jump in the river and pretend you've drowned.

See the plains flying in the sky,

Say your preyers your gonna die.

Mender, fender,

We serenader,

We can no longer be defender.

Hear the elation, across the nation,

There’s gonna be a celebration,

The old folks say never again,

But we know it’s gonna be the same

When, unchy munchy,

I’ve got a hunchy,

It’s time to sign and fight for your country.

chearful I know.

2005-08-15T11:32:00.000+10:00

You better shape up, coz I need a man, who will keep me satisfied.

Your the one that I want... And so on. I have that song in my head and it's all aimless fault. I went to her party on Saturday, and we did Grease karioke. We all dressed up in different costumes (I was a witch) and stood around listening to Queen. Then, we watched this MTV thing. Then, we did the karioke. then, we watched Aladdin. Then we had cake. This all sounds really innocent, as a no alcohol party for the sweet sixteenth should be. Poor ignorant fools. Something which I found funny was this: the guy dressed as a soldier gave Aimless a dildo as a present. I just wonder if he brought it himself or not.

here I break my own rules. this is us @ Cuba. try and guess who is who. (I'm not in it- I took the photo)

In bio

2005-08-12T12:44:00.000+10:00

I'm in Biology right now and I really should be resurching the genetic properties of Alzheimer's disease. I'm not though. I'm doing blog stuff. Never mind. Did anyone see the front cover of the AGE on thursday? (yesterday) There was this photo of Currembarra (or however it's spelt) after the snow. It was like totally white. The streets, the houses, the hills, everything was just covered in snow. It was amazeing. It totally didn't look like Gippsland. It looked like nothing in Australia below the high altatudes. The skid marks on the road made it very clear that the local traffic was not used to driveing in snow. I need to write a personal essay this weekend for my application for this scholoship thing. A mate of mine is also going for it, so we are in direct compatition! I don't think that will be to much of a problem as I don't think either of us wont it to bad. But hay, this things worth like $38,000US. We had the arts assembally today, it all went good and I got lots of photos, which I'll post once I load them off my camera.

O my God it snowed!!!!!

2005-08-10T13:42:00.000+10:00

SNOW!!!! snowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnow
snowsnowsnowsnowSNOW!Did I mention snow?! This is lunchtime at school, and during last period, it snowed. At this altatude. The cold hole of Warragul finally had snow, it's been 10 years since it last snowed but the drout is broken! I missed the snow last time and I have never actually seen it before so I'm fucking thrilled. You should feel the atmisphere here. It may be freezing but everyone is so excitted! My Maths teacher wouldn't let us outside during the minute or so where it was actually snowing, so he is now officially evil. First it rained, then it hailed, then it sleeted, then it hailed more, then it sleeted again, THEN IT SNOWED for a bit, then it sleeted again, then it hailed again and finally now it's just raining. But there was snow. That's real genuine southen hemasphere snow. It was so beutiful. A bunch of people made snow balls and throw them in the corridor. All these teachers were telling us to keep out of it and it's like no fucking way, heaps of these kids have never seen snow before, and it snowed. Panda says it's not real snow, but I think it's just that Russian snow is better then Australian snow. But hay, this is as good as it's going to get. What with global warming and all. Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ps. Snow

Odd meetings

2005-08-09T13:11:00.000+10:00

I had a strange experiance yesterday. During Tutor group, the YLC Mr Icepolestick came in and told a group of people, me included that we needed to come to a very omportante meeting at recess. Noboddy knew what it was about, and noboddy would tell us. I went to the meeting, nobody in the room had anything in common so you couldn't guess what it was all about. Mr Icepolestick told us that we were the "chosern ones", the elite group selected to be the school's nomanees for a scoloship program in the US. My first thoughts of course were, "what the fuck am I doing here?" but I'm not going to say no to a fucking scholoship, evern the remote chance of getting one. Catch is, the year of school in America meens absulutly zip in terms of my VCE, so if I did get "chossern" I would come back to Australia after a year and have to repeat year 11. Eather that or drop out of school. What do you think I should do?

Before school

2005-08-05T07:34:00.000+10:00

It's 7:35 in the morning, I'm ready for school but I don't have to leave until 8:20. So, hear I am, killing time updating my blog. First checked my e-mails, but I didn't get any new messages which I find really sad for some reason. The drama festival is here again, I've half written a play which people could love or they could hate or it could not get through the sensor. The one I wrote last year needed a lot of tweaking before it properly "upheld the Christian values of the school." I had to change holding a seance to contact ghosts to meetings with angels in dreams. I think it was fucking stupid coz the fucking play was fucking fiction! Not that I'm still bitter about it. My computers are better now, though my laptop keeps trying to connect to the internet on it's own accord when it's not plugged in. I try to tell it that it's not smart enough to have wireless but you think it listens? Okay, that ate up some time.

It's okay about this one, it's not my car.

Warning

2005-07-31T16:45:00.000+10:00

This may be the last post for a while, I am experiencing a few technical difficulties. My laptop is sending very strong "I'm Dead" messages to me and it may have a broken harddrive. Hopefully it will recover and live again. There is also something wrong with the internet connection on the desk top, I can only hope this post makes it to the information country lane safe and sound. In relation to my last post, please give generously and help feed hungry children.

Now for yet another irrelevant photo

Charity

2005-07-29T14:42:00.000+10:00

I am doing the 40 hour famine this year and it is now possible to sponsor someone over the internet. Therefore I am now giving an impassioned plea to all those who visit my blog to please go to 40hourfamine.com and follow the prompts to sponsor me and give to this wonderful cause. My famine book number is 25156934-9. If you make a large donation, your warm and fuzzy feeling will be arriving shortly in the mail. In closing, please! Do it for the kids.

English comunity

2005-07-28T12:38:00.000+10:00

to any of my english class who followed my link that I left on our comunity page, welcome to Davies lounge. You all know that my name isn't really Jill Davies, please don't put on my real name as I have an unjustified fear of web stalkers.

2005-07-27T09:39:00.000+10:00

Don't you just love chemistry classes. I'm sitting in one now and I really should be doing work. We need to make a brochure for an interactive periodic table sight. I'm sitting next to the dragon commit that's trying to get his blog to work. I don't know what he's done wrong but it must have been something. He's making a new one now, Tidus 13. I hope he gets it to work so he can come and post on my blog. This room has dead animal bones hanging on the walls. If they were live animal bones it would be more creepy. Looking around the room, it's amazing how many people are updating there blogs. @ least I wont be the only one who's not doing work. Well this was a pointless post. What do you expect from chemistry. Here's another usless picture that I took.

I feel like shit.

2005-07-24T19:02:00.000+10:00

well there you have it folkes, man kind has descovered endless uses for nuclea energy but hasn't cured the common cold. If you wont proof of this, I present myself as exsibit A. I feel like shit, as the title no doubt indicates. If this thing had audio insted of this slightly broken keyboared, you would hear me talking like I have a frog inserted behind my tonsols. I've really over eaten today as well, which is something which tends to happen when ya sick, either that or ya eat nothing. I'd rather the latter but never mind. school tomoro, fuck! I haven't done any homework this weekend. I've been to buisy being a blog of inactivity. On the slightly brighter but still pretty down side I played hockey yesterday and lost 7-nill. I got hit in the rist and my whatch broke. Now I know why we are suppost to take them off before we go on field. I felt okay yesterday, it's only today that I've gotten sick. I'm going to try that picture thing, bet you it doesn't work though.
there! it's a wheel.

Links

2005-07-23T11:11:00.000+10:00

I have achieved a great personal victory. My humble blog now has a humble links collum, which I very humbley created. This is not the complete links list, just the part of it that I can be bothered doing right now. If you are someone who I left off right now, please feel free to post and express your outrage. I wont mind.

Am i ever slack

2005-07-20T18:17:00.000+10:00

Okay, I haven't posted in over a week. I know I'm slack. I just haven't gotten around it. To all of my loyal readers (cough) I sincerely beg your forgiveness. Now back to my very interesting life. I had a career potential evaluation with the school, and I'm going to post the results. I'm a Artistic, investigative, Social person and the jobs I should enjoy include psychologist, art teacher, musician, photographer and scientific illustrating. Well. It is very clear that this evaluation contains no measure of ability. I could probably handle being a psychologist, (@ least I have no reason to think I should be able to) I don't think I'm strange enough to be an art teacher, I love music but couldn't sing or play to save my life, I will never be more then a hobby photographer, (My pictures just aren't that good) and I can honestly say that scientific illustrated never occurred to me. I scored really high in the leadership catagries which really suprised me. I've never seen myself as much of a leader. I'm more of a slightly rebeliouse follower. Hay, I'm going to see if I can change the text colour! (Now thats breaking the mold)

Non try

2005-07-13T14:39:00.000+10:00

@ this current moment in time (2:44 PM Wednesday EST) I am sitting in the classroom designated for the people who are not trialing for a GIS sport team. GIS stands for Gippsland independent Schools for those who are uneducated in these matters. In this room are those who are uninterested in sport, those who lack the abilities, those who consider there school work to important and of course a smattering of those who just can't be stuffed. I considered trieing out for the hockey team, but my love of hockey doesn't compensate for my hatred of the GIS teams, there structure and the people who are in them. I'm sitting next to craziness and aimless who are looking at photos from there Japanese trip, I wish I had gone to. Now they are on the blog circuit to. Human being have now mastered the subtal art of sitting half a meter away from someone and talking to them over the internet. Craz-y and Panda are in other non-trying out rooms, a great symbol that we are all spectators. Hows that song go?
"We are the spectators, my friend, and we'll keep on whatching to the end. We are the spectators, we are the spectators, no time for players coz we are the spectators, of the world."
Cheers.

back to school and big knives

2005-07-12T19:26:00.000+10:00

There's nothing like the first day of a new semester to get everyone really excited at the begining of the day and wishing it was still the holodays by the end. It was neat to see all my friends again after four weeks, but it sucks that I have hardly any classes with them. I guess I'll have to concentrate on my work. The sport team triels are tommorow, I'll trial for hockey if I feel like it @ the time. This evening while I was cutting up potatoes for dinner I had what can best be described as a big knife moment. I suddenly realised that I was holding a really big shape knife that with the right timeing and application of strength could inflict a great emount of damage on a person. I held it up for a fiew moments with an evil grin on my face and resisted the urge to give an evil laugh, then visiously sliced the rest of the potatoes. I had another of these moments later when I was craving the roast beef. Something about the sound of the electric carving knife awakened the serial killer withing and my sister suddenly desided that this was not the time to complain that I had been singing Grinspoon songs all afternoon. Do you ever have big knife moments? Prehaps while holding chainsaws? When haveing one of these moments it's probebly best for sastaining prosparity to take it out on the potatoes.

Just life.

2005-07-09T21:30:00.000+10:00

My report on the London Bombings will wait until the forensic report is compiled. Sorry Craz_y.

This post is just about my life. After a two week break the field hockey season is back under way, and today my team had it's most successful game this season. We scored a whole 4 goals while restricting the opposition to a measly 6. I very proudly after only haveing played for six years scored my first goal. In my defence, I played a great deal of those six years on the backline. It was raining so the grass field was pretty muddy and churned up, I wouldn't have liked to play later in the day after another fiew games had been played. School start again on Tuesday. It will be good coz I can talk to my mates again apart from on the internet, and I'm not doing anything I hate this semester. Haveing recieved a C for my first ever VCE exam, I am hopeing to improve. I don't want to talk about the football and my mind is falling asleep so over and out.

Bitching about my !@#$%^&* eyes.

2005-07-08T17:00:00.000+10:00

You know what hurts? Vision exercises. I have to do this thing every day where I use these flipy lens things to adjust my focus. If I do this, I may be able to avoid having to use reading glasses for the rest of my life. But I tell you, it hurts like fuck else. (else, one l) Reading while looking through lenses doesn't sound like it would hurt but it does. The worst part is, I can't do it properly. Anyway, I have to do it for another five weeks. That's probably enough bitching for one post. But bitching does have it's advantages. Bitching for an entire post means that I can put off talking about the attacks in London until I know all the facts. I hate making official statements when I'm uninformed. Expect a post about them in the next week.

songs

2005-07-06T19:18:00.000+10:00

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never s'posed to show it, my crew ain't s'posed to know it,
Even if it means goin' toe to toe wi...

...And so on. There's something about music that makes it special. It's the way that you can relate to it so well even when it was written for and about a totaly different situation. Quite often when you really love a song, really love it, it's because it says something to you that it doesn't say to other people. I was just in a situation where I was mad. I was pissed and I wanted to screem out what I was thinking cos I wasn't just angry I was hurt. But I said nothing about what was inside, I never raised my voice, I kept my face as calm and normal as I could and tried my best to look at the situation abjectively so as to properly analise it. Then I thought of that song, Toy soliers, and those first fiew lines and I realised how often I do that. I think people have come to expect that of me, that I stay completely calm and objective and rearly lose my temper. The soldier that never loses my composier. Maybe I should give up my silver screen dreams and become a hostage nogotiator. The strange thing is that after I thought about that song it was easier to handle myself. It really did help me to hold my expression and not to break down. I ran through the lines in my head and thought about them in relation to me. That song has nothing to do with me or my life really, it's issues are on the other side of the world, but it still speaks to me as strongly as if it was written for me in this situation. A lot of music does that for me. For every moment, every feeling, every place and every person that we might encounter there is a song to match. It's not just the lirecs, it's everything from the rythim to the base. Music does more then match your mood to, it can change it. A change of pace can altor a heart beat, a solo can quicken the pulse, songs can move you from high to low and back again, all you need to do is open up to them. Sometimes a song says the same thing to a lot of people, touches them all deeply and takes them all with it. Thats one of the beutifuly intoxicating things about being in a mosh pit, everyone around you is being afected by the music the same way. I hate boy bands because I feel that they are an insult to real music. Real music isn't manafactured, it's delivered so that every bar is a vindication of the artist. songs are special things that do special things to us, and they are my saveing grace intill heart to heart we all fall down.

Like toy soldiers.

Ear worms.

2005-07-04T14:23:00.000+10:00

Does anyone remember Scandalus? They were the second popstars group, they had some minor success with there first single to make the show look good, but after that they sunk without a trace. Essentially that's because they were terrible. The last thing I heard from them was there appearance on John Saffron's Music jamboree when they sung "there is power in the union" to stand up for popstars rights. I have there first single, the unbelievably bad, me myself and I stuck in my head and it's driving me CRAZY! It's a terrible song, worse then the crap they give them for Idol. ARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. Damn you Scandalus and the corporation that owns you! On a totally unrelated note, I watched Live 8 last night and it was pretty good. I hope it does something, but I cynically believe that it was a great show but will change nothing. I also watched a doco on SBS where they built one of Da Vinci's flying machines and it worked. Did anyone else see that? How many l's are there in else? To conclude, Scanadlus are pawns of a heartless television empire that drained them dry and left them to die on the battlefield, Live 8 is good music but wont save the world, Da Vinci was smart, I can't spell else.

More about nothing.

2005-07-02T17:33:00.000+10:00

Next post I make is going to be about something, I swear. Even if it's something I pull at random out of the paper or something. This post is still about the last 24 hours of my rather mundane life. Today, I made Indian Potato Naan. It turned out pretty well, not to spicy but still enough flavor. Next time I think I'll add moor chilly though. Hay, I just noticed this thing has a spell checker. Neat. My sister taped the paper back together. It was a symbolic action more then anything else. I hate the word else, I always spell it wrong for some reason. I know I spelt it right there coz I looked it up. By for now, I will have a topic tomorow.

material cat.

2005-07-01T16:37:00.000+10:00

My cat is sitting on the moneter of my desktop. She does that a lot, and every time I chuck her off she just sits back on agian. Apart from humans cats are the creatures that have utalised technolergy the most. If a dog sees a computor, they see a box. If a cat sees a computor, they see a keyboard to lie on, a moneter to sit on, a mouse to chase and an oportunity to get a lot of attention. Cats are smart in that way. I did nothing today. I didn't even go on my morning jog because of the rain. (And coz I slept in.) My sister got angry at something in the paper yesterday so now I can't read to paper coz it's in lots of pieces. She's sappost to tape it back together but she hasn't. I hope she doesn't reed this, she could get angry at me. I heard it on the grapevine (or the blogvine) that penguin and crazzyness are back from Japan. Welcome back to Oz guys, I'm pretty sure it's still the same shape as when you left.

feeling low

2005-06-30T17:12:00.000+10:00

Do you ever just get really low for no reason? When you just sink down to a puddle on the floor and feel cold and frumpy and horrible with no contangable stimuli? I'm a bit like that now, I'm fucking useless and fucking ugly and fucking dumb and I can't fucking think of any fucking words to fucking use except for fucking fuck. This blog is fucking boring and I can't fucking use it properly and I'm to fucking lazy to do anything about it. What I really want to do right now is just get out of here and run as fast as I can until I can't any more but it's cold and it's raining and it's dark and all of those stupid reasons that add up to it being dangourouse. What the fuck spelling is that? Dangerous, that's more like it. I think I'll add a totally irrelevant picture for no reason. Have fun on planet pancake.

another day in Jill Land

2005-06-28T19:51:00.000+10:00

Now that my blog is created I face the problem incounted by so many before me. I really don't have a very interesting life. Okay. What to write? I'm listening to Silverchair right now. I love Silverchair and even though I understand and respect there reasons for breaking up I still wish they haddent. I'm working on two computors at once right now. My desktop because it has internet connection and my laptop because it has all my music (987 tracks @ last count) on it. I brought 2 new CDs today, so I now have more music. I got Evermore and Franz Ferdinand. I could live on music but my dietishien tells me that I need food as well. Low GI food actually. Something about keeping my blood suger constant so I don't get really dizzy and start running into things and falling over. That nearlly happened in Myre today. I have a theory that they put something in their air condisioners that makes people light headed and therefor more likely to buy things. It's as good a conspirecy theory as any. They might just be able to do it to, I mean it's not like it's forbidden in our Bill Of Rights. We should have a Bill Of Rights. Sure we don't actually need one right now, but who knows what tommorow might bring. Heres another conspirecy theory: John Howard is a robot controled by someone in America. Alexander Downer is also a robot that's being controled by a five year old. That's probebly enough for today, see ya 'round.

Giveing in.

2005-06-27T08:54:00.000+10:00

Well it's finally happened. I have sucome to the pressure and created a blog, so I might share my bad spelling with the world. I am hopeing this will become better and more interesting once I discover what all the buttons do.