Um to those that actually read this, congratulations - you've manage to endure the crap that are my blogs. I'm bored, so I post them, or I'm attempting to surmount a writer's block here, so still I post them. Well, how was the Modern History Exam, everyone? Good? Bad? A-Okay?
Personally, it was much easier than I had previously anticipated. =D There were only "Discuss" and "Describe" questions, which was quite simplistic, if you ask me. I was becoming to enthralled with writing up the Kennedy question because I loved that topic, and I think he's awesome. So, anyway all in all the Exam was quite good, the questions weren't too hard "Describe the role of Martin Luther King in the Civil Rights Movement of 50's and 60's"? That was a little too easy if you ask me, and rather broad. Only I had been so relieved about finishing the exam that I had forgotten my entire folder of Modern notes, and classwork up there in the Morley Centre, and had went through three teachers in order to find it - only to discover that it was left on the History Co-ordinator's desk. LOL She thinks we're best buds or something. Although, I am indebted to her for rearranging the entire bloody timetable just so I could actually study Modern, in the first place. I really do hope she doesn't take a peek at it. I have sloppily unfinished work in there.... and stuff not handed in... and remnants of Miss R's incompetent teaching... crap, I really have to retrieve that folder soon.
Okay, well, I'm rambling.
Today, I had every intention of sleeping in, but NO. Louie had to be crying for some unintelligible reason which was like a bloody alarm clock. But anyway, my dad and I went to the bank today and I opened an account. LOL, I'm serious, and then had to inform the lady (whose name was Jan - I think that's a little cliche) that I lost my tax file number years ago...In any case, it's all due to my mum's passionate desire to have me embark on this endeavour into internet businesses and have me selling my stories/photography online and hoarding zillions of dollars from it. Hmmm, self-employed at 16, wouldn't that be lovely? I only wish that I actually possessed the time to invest in such a project.
In any case, in such spare time, I've managed to rewrite the opening of Chapter 2, I am much more satisfied with it now! :) I feel the need to edit Chapter 1, though. Also did a little History Debating, after that debacle the other week that left me with a massive coronary with that extra debate and I'm freaking out. We can do this, intense historical discussion will indeed ensue. And I've got that English speech landed upon me like a freight train, and that's also due. I wish there was an onomatopoeic word to indicate a 'sigh.' Well, I have to go soon and pick up Louie again from Basketball training, I already had to walk up there once to pick him up from school and endure the honking and whistles from those horny/perverted labourers in their utes or those people in their suped up WRX's with their head stuck halfway out the window. It's not like I was wearing anything provocative anyway, gah I hate walking up reservoir road. I'm rambling again, and going on this freaky nonsensical tangent so I'll refocus.
I felt so deprived yesterday afternoon I had been SOOOO looking forward to having a celebratory viewing of 'Fight Club' once exams were over. But NO. TJ has been unavailable, and so I spent Monday night in an abysmal tedium (is that even a word?). Oh and I recently received an email from my cousin in America with a video attached. The video is like totally praising my family and their military efforts which I think, kicks-ass. Congratulations to my cousin Jeremiah, though on becoming - what was it? I'll check again - he was "promoted from Marine Sergeant to 2nd Lieutenant" pretty cool. Also my uncle who's a retired Navy Officer, my aunt who was in the US army and my illustrious grandad was there, in Phoenix to see him receive his medal. LOL my grandfather was receiving this full profile and praise, and I was like -WHOA I didn't know that! I mean I knew he assisted the American war effort in the Philippines by decoding Japanese plans and climbed to Lieutenant Colonel in Philippine airforce - but I had no idea that he became a geurilla fighter at age FOURTEEN. I mean, the man was living in my house just last month before they went back to the states - HOW COULD I NOT KNOW THAT?
Watching that video makes me go shiiiiitt... my family is cool. LOL. My cousins and aunts were featured on that vid, I think that's awesome. Anyhoo, I'm quite tired from having to ferry back and forth from Louie's basketball so I'll end this soon.
ROFLMAO. I just received a call from Tim, and he's stuck at Penrith! LOL he fell asleep from Central to Penrith on the train, so I'm assuming he'd be late. (Insert 'sigh' sound here). I should be returning to the Himalayas worth of work I have stacked up here...
Ciao, ciao my loves,
Until next time -
- deeh xox
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Saturday, 26 April 2008
4:48am supervising inebriated teens. Joy.
This was taken from my Myspace Blog. I know. A rarity.
Hello, if you're actually reading this then wow, welcome to my life. This is how my fruitful ANZAC Day transpired.
If you're still reading, congratulations.
I am currently bored out of my mind here, the fact that I'm using my 'Myspace' Blog is evidence of that. This is seriously unhealthy and transforming me into a nocturnal creature but I gave my word to my mother that I'd supervise them downstairs, provide plastic bags and tupperware if they require a place to project their spew into or tissues, or money for cabs. Why do I, barely 16, currently need to supervise a bunch of 18/19 year olds?
It was Tim's 18th birthday bash. Yay. I was bracing myself for this, as were my parents, and we had incredibly valid reason to. Tim's quite the popular guy, you see. Very popular. Earlier my backyard was transformed into the epitome of teenage partying and all manner of adolescent horror. It was Absinthe, Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Black label, Smirnoff, Absolut galore! Hmm, terrifying. Now I'm disputing anything against alcohol, I mean sure, it's a social lubricant, it instigates the party - oh whoops there Tim goes again - I better check on him, make sure he doesn't choke on his own... stomach content. Back, and the guys downstairs wanted cereal. Odd. It's 5am, nice and early breakfast. Anyway, I digress, as I was saying. The backyard turned into a nightclub - I am quite serious - could you blame them though? The DJ was awesome. Tim went out frequently to buy drinks etc. pick up people.
The girls were the first to go. Joan was just goooone. She doesn't usually like drinking but she has a rather petite physique so I wasn't surprised that she was lolling around quite quickly. I then had to spend the night comforting her because she was so upset about not letting her parents see her in that sordid condition. She also requested no help from my mother because she didn't want to taint her 'good girl' reputation, I mean hey, I wouldn't either. Her younger brother was also so cute taking care of her. She was the first to throw up. In times like these I wish so terribly that we had a second toilet downstairs. There was a spewing line, if that's what you could call it. Of girls. We had to provide seats along the hallway for girls too inebriated to stand and wait for our crowded bathroom. There were girls in the lounge room lolling around their boyfriends too drunk to even slur a sentence together. It reminded me distinctly of those nineteenth century 'fainting rooms' for women who had to go in and faint because their corsets were depleting their oxygen consumption. Like Elizabeth Swan in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Tim was so smashed, I really can't find another word for it, shitfaced would suffice too. Anyway, he was so far gone he didn't even look drunk anymore. He looked stoned. Stoned to the point that Krish (his wonderful, wonderful girlfriend, he is SO lucky to have her) was very concerned that there could have been drugs at this party. (I doubt it, my parents were monitoring). But seriously, even his vanity could not revive him from his drunken stupor (We tried telling him that he was fat, and gay, but he just gave us the thumbs up). It would be hilarious had I not been so concerned. Then he threw up all over the couch. We managed to grab a bowl in time, but not in time to save the blanket, or the pillows, or his very nice shirt. We managed to clean him up all right - but guess who had to take out the towel, and the blanket and the pillows? Me! Joy! And seriously, the re-examination of my older brother's recent food choices was absolutely grotesque. I was horrified. It was without a doubt, one of the most disgusting things I had ever deigned to accomplish. On a practical note however, I seriously think Tim needs to consider chewing his food more. He passed out first. Krish stayed vigilantly by his side and rubbed his back every time he had to upchuck and made sure he had enough water. etc. She's so nurturing. Anyway, evidently Tim left early for his party.
If you are still reading this, I commend you greatly for your ability to withstand the tediousness of my random drivel.
Who else consumed my time? Oh Shivon, dear, dear Shivon. She was a hilarious drunk, but the amount of times I had to see her Smirnoff and Orange juice flow from her mouth wasn't as funny. She's such a lovely girl, but when she's inebriated she's all limbs and spew and eyeballs rolling into the back of her head. We had to permanently attach the plastic bag to her ears. She was so drunk it was inconceivable. She required three people to help her walk. I was one of them. My mum just looked around with this gravely disapproving look but mopped the floor with me all the same. Poor girl, we had to drive her home. There was other drama and controversy such as this random perverted bloke from somewhere along the street taking advantage over a drunken girl (who for some unforseeable reason) decided to meander down our street alone. And drunk. Don't worry, it wasn't THAT bad but I saw the definite potential for it to become worse.
At the moment, there's about ten guys crashing in my living room, I would say sleeping, but crashing seems much more appropriate for their actions. Two of which, I am quite sure are eating cereal and I'm supervising them! Wow, I feel so mature. My mum was going to do this night vigil until they all fell asleep, but I could tell she was absolutely exhausted. So being the lovely daughter I am, I drank heaps of Coke (for the caffeine of course) and told her that I'd take over, watch over the drunkards in our living room for the night. I'm also keeping a night watch over Tim, he's spewing quite a lot and I'm really concerned. I mean hey, the first drummer of ACDC died because he choked on his own vomit. Stupid way to die, really. Idiotic. So here I am at 5:29am, I haven't slept a wink, and I'm blogging, wow, lol - random. I'm wondering about what I could do to pass the time and I should probably start on studying for English. The one subject I needed most time for, and I'm blowing it off jeez deeh, nice...nice. Well that seems like a very 'Dana' thing to do. When one is bored, study. LOL but I had better, I need to have King Lear read and analysed, like - now. Like I was meant to do it over the summer holidays, like I AM SO BEHIND!
I also need to write up the next newsletter and have it printed. Shit. Why do I take on so many extra curricular activities? I have barely started on Modern (can't think of that now) and I have History Debating to consider. I'm getting myself stressed out. I have English and English extension to do - I'll do that. Oh and my Japanese speech. Ah, shit - that too. I have spare time now, I'd better hop to it. But I feel like writing, I've finally finished and am relatively happy with my 7005 word Chapter one, and I'm currently on my second or third paragraph into Chapter Two. My dreams of becoming a novelist must wait, I guess... I'll read up on King Lear, or do Modern or something... I don't know.
I'm rambling now, and if you are reading it, wow. Just wow. You have an attention span beyond even mine. I had better check on the boys downstairs.
See you when I see you.
Until next time -
- deeh xox
Hello, if you're actually reading this then wow, welcome to my life. This is how my fruitful ANZAC Day transpired.
If you're still reading, congratulations.
I am currently bored out of my mind here, the fact that I'm using my 'Myspace' Blog is evidence of that. This is seriously unhealthy and transforming me into a nocturnal creature but I gave my word to my mother that I'd supervise them downstairs, provide plastic bags and tupperware if they require a place to project their spew into or tissues, or money for cabs. Why do I, barely 16, currently need to supervise a bunch of 18/19 year olds?
It was Tim's 18th birthday bash. Yay. I was bracing myself for this, as were my parents, and we had incredibly valid reason to. Tim's quite the popular guy, you see. Very popular. Earlier my backyard was transformed into the epitome of teenage partying and all manner of adolescent horror. It was Absinthe, Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Black label, Smirnoff, Absolut galore! Hmm, terrifying. Now I'm disputing anything against alcohol, I mean sure, it's a social lubricant, it instigates the party - oh whoops there Tim goes again - I better check on him, make sure he doesn't choke on his own... stomach content. Back, and the guys downstairs wanted cereal. Odd. It's 5am, nice and early breakfast. Anyway, I digress, as I was saying. The backyard turned into a nightclub - I am quite serious - could you blame them though? The DJ was awesome. Tim went out frequently to buy drinks etc. pick up people.
The girls were the first to go. Joan was just goooone. She doesn't usually like drinking but she has a rather petite physique so I wasn't surprised that she was lolling around quite quickly. I then had to spend the night comforting her because she was so upset about not letting her parents see her in that sordid condition. She also requested no help from my mother because she didn't want to taint her 'good girl' reputation, I mean hey, I wouldn't either. Her younger brother was also so cute taking care of her. She was the first to throw up. In times like these I wish so terribly that we had a second toilet downstairs. There was a spewing line, if that's what you could call it. Of girls. We had to provide seats along the hallway for girls too inebriated to stand and wait for our crowded bathroom. There were girls in the lounge room lolling around their boyfriends too drunk to even slur a sentence together. It reminded me distinctly of those nineteenth century 'fainting rooms' for women who had to go in and faint because their corsets were depleting their oxygen consumption. Like Elizabeth Swan in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Tim was so smashed, I really can't find another word for it, shitfaced would suffice too. Anyway, he was so far gone he didn't even look drunk anymore. He looked stoned. Stoned to the point that Krish (his wonderful, wonderful girlfriend, he is SO lucky to have her) was very concerned that there could have been drugs at this party. (I doubt it, my parents were monitoring). But seriously, even his vanity could not revive him from his drunken stupor (We tried telling him that he was fat, and gay, but he just gave us the thumbs up). It would be hilarious had I not been so concerned. Then he threw up all over the couch. We managed to grab a bowl in time, but not in time to save the blanket, or the pillows, or his very nice shirt. We managed to clean him up all right - but guess who had to take out the towel, and the blanket and the pillows? Me! Joy! And seriously, the re-examination of my older brother's recent food choices was absolutely grotesque. I was horrified. It was without a doubt, one of the most disgusting things I had ever deigned to accomplish. On a practical note however, I seriously think Tim needs to consider chewing his food more. He passed out first. Krish stayed vigilantly by his side and rubbed his back every time he had to upchuck and made sure he had enough water. etc. She's so nurturing. Anyway, evidently Tim left early for his party.
If you are still reading this, I commend you greatly for your ability to withstand the tediousness of my random drivel.
Who else consumed my time? Oh Shivon, dear, dear Shivon. She was a hilarious drunk, but the amount of times I had to see her Smirnoff and Orange juice flow from her mouth wasn't as funny. She's such a lovely girl, but when she's inebriated she's all limbs and spew and eyeballs rolling into the back of her head. We had to permanently attach the plastic bag to her ears. She was so drunk it was inconceivable. She required three people to help her walk. I was one of them. My mum just looked around with this gravely disapproving look but mopped the floor with me all the same. Poor girl, we had to drive her home. There was other drama and controversy such as this random perverted bloke from somewhere along the street taking advantage over a drunken girl (who for some unforseeable reason) decided to meander down our street alone. And drunk. Don't worry, it wasn't THAT bad but I saw the definite potential for it to become worse.
At the moment, there's about ten guys crashing in my living room, I would say sleeping, but crashing seems much more appropriate for their actions. Two of which, I am quite sure are eating cereal and I'm supervising them! Wow, I feel so mature. My mum was going to do this night vigil until they all fell asleep, but I could tell she was absolutely exhausted. So being the lovely daughter I am, I drank heaps of Coke (for the caffeine of course) and told her that I'd take over, watch over the drunkards in our living room for the night. I'm also keeping a night watch over Tim, he's spewing quite a lot and I'm really concerned. I mean hey, the first drummer of ACDC died because he choked on his own vomit. Stupid way to die, really. Idiotic. So here I am at 5:29am, I haven't slept a wink, and I'm blogging, wow, lol - random. I'm wondering about what I could do to pass the time and I should probably start on studying for English. The one subject I needed most time for, and I'm blowing it off jeez deeh, nice...nice. Well that seems like a very 'Dana' thing to do. When one is bored, study. LOL but I had better, I need to have King Lear read and analysed, like - now. Like I was meant to do it over the summer holidays, like I AM SO BEHIND!
I also need to write up the next newsletter and have it printed. Shit. Why do I take on so many extra curricular activities? I have barely started on Modern (can't think of that now) and I have History Debating to consider. I'm getting myself stressed out. I have English and English extension to do - I'll do that. Oh and my Japanese speech. Ah, shit - that too. I have spare time now, I'd better hop to it. But I feel like writing, I've finally finished and am relatively happy with my 7005 word Chapter one, and I'm currently on my second or third paragraph into Chapter Two. My dreams of becoming a novelist must wait, I guess... I'll read up on King Lear, or do Modern or something... I don't know.
I'm rambling now, and if you are reading it, wow. Just wow. You have an attention span beyond even mine. I had better check on the boys downstairs.
See you when I see you.
Until next time -
- deeh xox
Thursday, 17 April 2008
Expeditions.
Went to the city with my lovely mummy.
Yeah she showed me the way and everything, but then I had to venture off by myself.
THAT DAMN STATE LIBRARY AND ITS BLOODY REGULATIONS AND SYSTEMS AND RULES AND THE NEED FOR AN ID!
I shall say no more.
BUT OMG MUM! COULD YOU BE LESS EMBARASSING! I can't believe she told him! SHE TOLD HIM! GAWD SHE EMBRASSED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!
Oh and that richfgt. Jeez. Replies WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT!!! HONESTLY.
THROWS ME INTO A SPIN! I can't freaking write anymore, gaahhh.
Can't say more, don't have time but MY FIRST CHAPTER IS FINISHED!!!!!
Editing ensues!
Until next time my loves,
- deeh xox =D
Yeah she showed me the way and everything, but then I had to venture off by myself.
THAT DAMN STATE LIBRARY AND ITS BLOODY REGULATIONS AND SYSTEMS AND RULES AND THE NEED FOR AN ID!
I shall say no more.
BUT OMG MUM! COULD YOU BE LESS EMBARASSING! I can't believe she told him! SHE TOLD HIM! GAWD SHE EMBRASSED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!
Oh and that richfgt. Jeez. Replies WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT!!! HONESTLY.
THROWS ME INTO A SPIN! I can't freaking write anymore, gaahhh.
Can't say more, don't have time but MY FIRST CHAPTER IS FINISHED!!!!!
Editing ensues!
Until next time my loves,
- deeh xox =D
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Drowning *ahem* DRIVING Lessons
Tim gave me my first unofficial driving lesson.
He let me drive up our street and turn into the driveway. It was....hmmm... HILARIOUS! I couldn't stop laughing! Yeah, I was drowning in my tears of laughter. Tim was so scared.
"Ok - break, you can step on the accelerator now... a little harder, a little harder....BREAK!!!" WHIPLASH! ROFLMAO.
I cracked up so hard, some of his instructions were so uproariously funny.
"Okay, now press the accelerator. Gently, ok, gently - gently yeah? Dont fucken floor it, alright?"
LOOOOOOL!!!!!
Sigh, sigh, sigh.
On to other things, OMG YEAH. HE'S BEEN TO JAPAN. WHY? WHY? WHY?!!!
WHY DOES EVERYONE GET TO LIVE MY DREAMS - BUT ME!
But omg, if he studies Nihongo....omg... die.
But I must go, must go - study awaits!
I want to write.
Until next time -
- deeh xox
P.S So far, Lo, dyz, jelly, jess, lana and misha are coming to my party! Can't wait for more!
Sunday, 13 April 2008
Holidays have a arrived!
YAY!
LOL I've become a myspace-r.
And dyz is loving it.
Damn you. I was getting excited about you losing Liebe. That would be very funny, and in all honesty, I wouldn't mind losing it. *shrug* But to the right person of course lol.
Which probably won't happen, because I only want to be his friend. (Yeah, keep telling yourself that deeh.) K. For now.
6 DAYS UNTIL I AM 16 Ye-uh!
OMG. None of you will get this but I do, and I just have to squeal it out. He's soooooOOOOOO cuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!! GAH!!!! LOL.
o(>__________<)"o
Nya. I'll shut up now. Just shut UP DEEH!
Just his friend, just his friend.
Argghhh like a pirate.
I must go and reap the benefits of freshly discovered, holiday freedom =D
Until next time-
- deeh xox
P.S Kareshi wa mecha mecha kawaii!!!
LOL I've become a myspace-r.
And dyz is loving it.
Damn you. I was getting excited about you losing Liebe. That would be very funny, and in all honesty, I wouldn't mind losing it. *shrug* But to the right person of course lol.
Which probably won't happen, because I only want to be his friend. (Yeah, keep telling yourself that deeh.) K. For now.
6 DAYS UNTIL I AM 16 Ye-uh!
OMG. None of you will get this but I do, and I just have to squeal it out. He's soooooOOOOOO cuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!! GAH!!!! LOL.
o(>__________<)"o
Nya. I'll shut up now. Just shut UP DEEH!
Just his friend, just his friend.
Argghhh like a pirate.
I must go and reap the benefits of freshly discovered, holiday freedom =D
Until next time-
- deeh xox
P.S Kareshi wa mecha mecha kawaii!!!
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
EW.
I can't believe that I just did that... that... "sigh" thing. You know, that cliche sigh that apparently all adolescent girls with a crush do?
EW.
EW. I've just been placed in that category. Oh dear GOD.
Damn him. Why did he have to be so perfect?
EW.
EW. I've just been placed in that category. Oh dear GOD.
Damn him. Why did he have to be so perfect?
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
Anyone Know the best way to kill yourself?
I should probably just get over myself and get fucked.
Can't I just walk on to reservoir road tomorrow morning and lame out there and die?
Stuff it. If there's any control I can have over my life, it's the way in which I die.
Like you said dyanne, I have completely no control over my destiny.
I think that this is the one thing that I can control.
LOL. How typical, typical, typical deeh.
YOU FUCKING CONTROL FREAK.
I'm just going to go fucking die now.
I'm not going to do it myself, is it only because I fear God?
Probably.
Wow, I'm more pitiful than I thought.
Can't I just walk on to reservoir road tomorrow morning and lame out there and die?
Stuff it. If there's any control I can have over my life, it's the way in which I die.
Like you said dyanne, I have completely no control over my destiny.
I think that this is the one thing that I can control.
LOL. How typical, typical, typical deeh.
YOU FUCKING CONTROL FREAK.
I'm just going to go fucking die now.
I'm not going to do it myself, is it only because I fear God?
Probably.
Wow, I'm more pitiful than I thought.
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