Holidays are going strong - and are heaps of fun! Yesterday I took my sister to see The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. It was incredibly sad in some bits. That sooky sad, when good things come out of bad things so you get teary both times and then the tears feel silly because it is a childrens movie - that sort of teary. I wanted to go to it because I read the book when it came out and thought it could be a pretty interesting movie - and my sister wanted to see it. I liked the way each friend was going through their own stuff. One hit home - Carmen. Her mum and dad are divorced and when she goes to stay with her dad for the summer she is suprised to find out that he is engaged to be married to the "perfect" blonde family - blonde mum, daughter and son, perfect house in the suburbs, perfect wedding plans. Basically it is set up as a contrast because Carmen is Puerto Rican. And...voluptuous where the 'new' family are sticks with no bums. The cinema was filled with teenage girls except for about 2 mothers and 3 guys. And nearly everyone walked out with red eyes. Throughout the movie you could here lots of sniffling. There was one girl sitting in front of us who just started crying. A nice sooky film with a happy ending!
Tomorrow is my L's test. I might get my Learner Driver Permit. I haven't finished reading the book yet. And I can't remember half of it yet, but I am working on it. Hopefully all will go well and I will get my L's tomorrow. I don't know anyone who hasn't passed there Learners test on the first try - fingers crossed!
29.6.05
27.6.05
party princess...
Birthday party stories:
Last night was Hannah's 18th birthday party. I would say there were about 30 people there, but at different times in the night. There was the school friends, the choir friends, the High boys, and the family. The youngest was 14 and the oldest was 24-ish (excluding the mum). I think everyone had fun, I know I did. Except for the lovely little falling incident.
Meaghan, Megan and I decided to get some awesome presents for her - 19 in all. And they were all wrapped in tissue paper with lots of glitter and confetti. We even warned Hannah to open the presents outside, which she did - and I think her mum was extra happy that Han took our advice, because there was glitter everywhere. One of the presents we gave her, which was thought was particularly witty, was a gnome. Hannah had said at various times when we asked her what she wanted for her birthday that she wanted a boyfriend, jokingly, but she still said it. So we bought her the gnome. When she opened it, we helped name it. The gnome ended up with the name of the guy she likes. Then when she was on to the last present, the card, she had a nice little pile of glitter in the envelope. I leant over onto two legs of the chair I was sitting on to flick the glitter up and cover her (just as we all had been doing to each other) and I lost my balance. I fell! Smack down onto the cement in her backyard. I didn't think I had hurt anything, even myself (which is not the case today) but that wasn't to be. When I stood up, and after everyone, kindly, and asked if I was ok we look to the ground. And there in many pieces was the gnome. The new 'boyfriend' had been smashed by me... I felt so aweful! She had only owned the poor thing for about 10 minutes, and I crushed him. We all laughed about it hysterically all night, but that didn't change the fact the I had broken the poor little thing. I have decided that I am going to get another gnome for Hannah, and I am going to make it a bit cool. If you have seen Amelie you will notice that I have stolen the idea. I am going to take photos of the new gnome in front of different backdrops and in different locations and send them to Hannah. Then he will come home - aftre visiting a few destinations and being on a little holiday, Hannah's new 'boyfriend' will come home!
During the night two slabs where finished. By 5 people. I'm not very experienced with parties, but that is the most that has been drunk at one that I have been to. Mind you, I am only 17 and haven't been to many parties where the drinkers weren't that parents, and the drink of choice was red wine - one bottle in a whole night. By the end some of them became quite silly, telling jokes that weren't particularly tasteful and giving people (me) hugs that probably weren't all that necessary. The hug was from Hannah's cousin who is my step-brothers mate, and I have known him for about three years. It was really quite interesting. I got a huge hug and a little monologue about how though we had to part, we would be in each others heart's forever. Then he realised that there were still cans of beer to be drunk and disappeared off to the esky.
At one point the party even had a guest with four wheels - a supermarket trolley. When the guys went off to by the slabs they brought back a trolley. Trolley rides started taking place up and down the backyard until being away from the little fire was too cold, then the trolley was just a chair.
The last funny story is evidence of just how small the town I live in is. Hannah invited three boys from her Physics class. One of them couldn't come, I later found out, so they had brought another friend of theirs to make up the three. When the boys arrived I was standing with some friends from school chatting and I here this "Hi Jemima" come from behind me. I turned around and in the dark I couldn't make out who it was. He yelled out his name, which I won't write here. I had gone to primary school with him. I have known him since I was five years old. Was in his class in grade four and six (and I think grade five as well, but I can't quite remember). I couldn't believe it was him. He looks just like he did in primary school, still. I have bumped into him a few times around school, because he walks past my school to get to his. I couldn't believe that I was at a party that he happened to rock up to without knowing the 'party princess'/birthday girl. He was just a friend of the Physics boys. I suppose it is a regular occurence if you go to parties a bit, but I don't. The only parties I go to are my friends and most of there friends are from school or music things and I have met most of them. It was strange to me, even though everyone I have told hasn't thought of it as so strange...
The party was good, lots of laughing. Home late, slept in this morning then cleaned up my room all day - gosh it needed it! I didn't realise how dreaful it was, my cupboards where full of handbags and toys that I forgot I had, or have never used - so they are all now gone! And now, I have a roast in the oven and Jack Johnson's new CD playing - I'm in a great mood!
Last night was Hannah's 18th birthday party. I would say there were about 30 people there, but at different times in the night. There was the school friends, the choir friends, the High boys, and the family. The youngest was 14 and the oldest was 24-ish (excluding the mum). I think everyone had fun, I know I did. Except for the lovely little falling incident.
Meaghan, Megan and I decided to get some awesome presents for her - 19 in all. And they were all wrapped in tissue paper with lots of glitter and confetti. We even warned Hannah to open the presents outside, which she did - and I think her mum was extra happy that Han took our advice, because there was glitter everywhere. One of the presents we gave her, which was thought was particularly witty, was a gnome. Hannah had said at various times when we asked her what she wanted for her birthday that she wanted a boyfriend, jokingly, but she still said it. So we bought her the gnome. When she opened it, we helped name it. The gnome ended up with the name of the guy she likes. Then when she was on to the last present, the card, she had a nice little pile of glitter in the envelope. I leant over onto two legs of the chair I was sitting on to flick the glitter up and cover her (just as we all had been doing to each other) and I lost my balance. I fell! Smack down onto the cement in her backyard. I didn't think I had hurt anything, even myself (which is not the case today) but that wasn't to be. When I stood up, and after everyone, kindly, and asked if I was ok we look to the ground. And there in many pieces was the gnome. The new 'boyfriend' had been smashed by me... I felt so aweful! She had only owned the poor thing for about 10 minutes, and I crushed him. We all laughed about it hysterically all night, but that didn't change the fact the I had broken the poor little thing. I have decided that I am going to get another gnome for Hannah, and I am going to make it a bit cool. If you have seen Amelie you will notice that I have stolen the idea. I am going to take photos of the new gnome in front of different backdrops and in different locations and send them to Hannah. Then he will come home - aftre visiting a few destinations and being on a little holiday, Hannah's new 'boyfriend' will come home!
During the night two slabs where finished. By 5 people. I'm not very experienced with parties, but that is the most that has been drunk at one that I have been to. Mind you, I am only 17 and haven't been to many parties where the drinkers weren't that parents, and the drink of choice was red wine - one bottle in a whole night. By the end some of them became quite silly, telling jokes that weren't particularly tasteful and giving people (me) hugs that probably weren't all that necessary. The hug was from Hannah's cousin who is my step-brothers mate, and I have known him for about three years. It was really quite interesting. I got a huge hug and a little monologue about how though we had to part, we would be in each others heart's forever. Then he realised that there were still cans of beer to be drunk and disappeared off to the esky.
At one point the party even had a guest with four wheels - a supermarket trolley. When the guys went off to by the slabs they brought back a trolley. Trolley rides started taking place up and down the backyard until being away from the little fire was too cold, then the trolley was just a chair.
The last funny story is evidence of just how small the town I live in is. Hannah invited three boys from her Physics class. One of them couldn't come, I later found out, so they had brought another friend of theirs to make up the three. When the boys arrived I was standing with some friends from school chatting and I here this "Hi Jemima" come from behind me. I turned around and in the dark I couldn't make out who it was. He yelled out his name, which I won't write here. I had gone to primary school with him. I have known him since I was five years old. Was in his class in grade four and six (and I think grade five as well, but I can't quite remember). I couldn't believe it was him. He looks just like he did in primary school, still. I have bumped into him a few times around school, because he walks past my school to get to his. I couldn't believe that I was at a party that he happened to rock up to without knowing the 'party princess'/birthday girl. He was just a friend of the Physics boys. I suppose it is a regular occurence if you go to parties a bit, but I don't. The only parties I go to are my friends and most of there friends are from school or music things and I have met most of them. It was strange to me, even though everyone I have told hasn't thought of it as so strange...
The party was good, lots of laughing. Home late, slept in this morning then cleaned up my room all day - gosh it needed it! I didn't realise how dreaful it was, my cupboards where full of handbags and toys that I forgot I had, or have never used - so they are all now gone! And now, I have a roast in the oven and Jack Johnson's new CD playing - I'm in a great mood!
24.6.05
very philosophical...
I new blog to read, and you must!
Answers? Not now...
An example:
"Can we just enjoy the graphics and pictures in a movie and forget about the story? "
Answers? Not now...
An example:
"Can we just enjoy the graphics and pictures in a movie and forget about the story? "
over it...
Today is the last day of term two. The last day of semester one. The last day of the third last term of high school. The last day of a high school term two. And I'm so very over it. Time for the holidays.
I got over the boredom of Wednesday. And I booked myself in, finally, for my L's test - next Thrusday at 11:10am. I am kind of looking forward to it because I will have made some friends happy. That may not be the best reason to do something, but I am 18 this year, and my friends have been picking on me for months because I could have got my L's when I turned 16. Nearly two years late according to some of them. But hopefully, as of next Thursday I will be allowed to drive. However, at the moment I don't even know which pedal is the clutch, which the accelarator and which is the brake. And I have to learn a manual. Well, I don't have to learn a manual, but I want to because it means I can drive both a manual and an auto. And you know what, that makes sense! The next hurdle is to get a car. My mum and step-dad drive auto's so I have to find someone with a manual that I "borrow" to learn to drive in. Maybe I will get my dad to teach me, he has a manual. I did want my mum to teach me though - at least the basics. Then I have to get proper lessons.. Lots of fun! I hope...
Ooh, party time on Sunday night. Hannah's 18th birthday party! I am getting my mum to make me some new trousers for the event - let's all hope the pants turn out alright otherwise I will be stuck in my borrowing old jeans. And I am so incredibly sick of my jeans. I have been sick of a lot of my clothes lately - they are all very similar and boring. I wear jeans and a top, never 'trousers', never skirts (besides the fact I don't think I look any good in skirts, I prefer pants) and never any interesting tops. So that is my quest for when I leave school - start wearing interesting clothes. Like my mum - her clothes are more interesting than mine. She makes really cool jackets and skirts (now that she has found some long boots that she loves!). And puts groovy imaging and decorations on tops that make her look very cool. But she has to live up to being an fasion teacher - so I suppose she really has to look kind of cool. No, I think she just has cool taste. And she is a cool person too. A girl the other day in one of her classes asked if she could have my mum as her mum. She's mine! Hmph! And she's my sisters too, let's not forget...
One of the teachers who has been at my school for ages retires today. Well, today is his last day. Megan and I have to write an article about him and his ties for the school magazine. He has this HUGE collection of ties. He has been wearing one everyday this term and last term, I think. And Friday is Bow Tie day. I gave him a little question form to fill out with his answers that will me made into an article about him. Hopefully he has completed it and I can get it from him this morning. That is about the only thing I have to do in my spare periods this morning. Normally I have a huge list, but this morning, as it is the last day of term, everything seems to have pretty much wrapped itself up for the time being.
Last day of term.. Lovely!
I got over the boredom of Wednesday. And I booked myself in, finally, for my L's test - next Thrusday at 11:10am. I am kind of looking forward to it because I will have made some friends happy. That may not be the best reason to do something, but I am 18 this year, and my friends have been picking on me for months because I could have got my L's when I turned 16. Nearly two years late according to some of them. But hopefully, as of next Thursday I will be allowed to drive. However, at the moment I don't even know which pedal is the clutch, which the accelarator and which is the brake. And I have to learn a manual. Well, I don't have to learn a manual, but I want to because it means I can drive both a manual and an auto. And you know what, that makes sense! The next hurdle is to get a car. My mum and step-dad drive auto's so I have to find someone with a manual that I "borrow" to learn to drive in. Maybe I will get my dad to teach me, he has a manual. I did want my mum to teach me though - at least the basics. Then I have to get proper lessons.. Lots of fun! I hope...
Ooh, party time on Sunday night. Hannah's 18th birthday party! I am getting my mum to make me some new trousers for the event - let's all hope the pants turn out alright otherwise I will be stuck in my borrowing old jeans. And I am so incredibly sick of my jeans. I have been sick of a lot of my clothes lately - they are all very similar and boring. I wear jeans and a top, never 'trousers', never skirts (besides the fact I don't think I look any good in skirts, I prefer pants) and never any interesting tops. So that is my quest for when I leave school - start wearing interesting clothes. Like my mum - her clothes are more interesting than mine. She makes really cool jackets and skirts (now that she has found some long boots that she loves!). And puts groovy imaging and decorations on tops that make her look very cool. But she has to live up to being an fasion teacher - so I suppose she really has to look kind of cool. No, I think she just has cool taste. And she is a cool person too. A girl the other day in one of her classes asked if she could have my mum as her mum. She's mine! Hmph! And she's my sisters too, let's not forget...
One of the teachers who has been at my school for ages retires today. Well, today is his last day. Megan and I have to write an article about him and his ties for the school magazine. He has this HUGE collection of ties. He has been wearing one everyday this term and last term, I think. And Friday is Bow Tie day. I gave him a little question form to fill out with his answers that will me made into an article about him. Hopefully he has completed it and I can get it from him this morning. That is about the only thing I have to do in my spare periods this morning. Normally I have a huge list, but this morning, as it is the last day of term, everything seems to have pretty much wrapped itself up for the time being.
Last day of term.. Lovely!
22.6.05
days off...
While I love days off, sometimes they get so boring. Particularly when I don't have something interesting to do. I spent today playing computer games and watching TV, just a little bit boring. I know some people say that only boring people get bored, so maybe I'm boring.
Though what I did do was update my website. Five new photographs. Three more the other day. And with the holidays coming up hopefully there will be lots more photos.
And hopefully I will find something to do... God I'm bored...
Though what I did do was update my website. Five new photographs. Three more the other day. And with the holidays coming up hopefully there will be lots more photos.
And hopefully I will find something to do... God I'm bored...
20.6.05
changes...
Yesterday I was at a friends birthday party and one of their close family friends arrived. I have met her many times because I have been to many of this family's get togethers, so I know her. What I didn't know is that she has cancer. Last time I saw her she didn't, and this time she did. So much had changed. She looked fine, except she had shaved her hair short - otherwise she looked completely fine. I only properly realised what was going on when they started talking about chemo... I felt out of the loop. They were very considerate, didn't make a fuss. And I realised that in, maybe, five months (the last time I saw her) how so much could change. And for me, in five months I will have graduated from high school and be looking to the future. And five months after that I will be starting tertiary education (fingers crossed) and life will be completely different. So completely different.
"Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced."
-- James Arthur Baldwin
"Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced."
-- James Arthur Baldwin
15.6.05
grumpy and sick...
I hate being sick, and I am so I am grumpy. Being grumpy means this will be a very short post.
I have finished my Media Design Plan and am handing it in today - I love the final product and am very proud of it.
See, short...
I have finished my Media Design Plan and am handing it in today - I love the final product and am very proud of it.
See, short...
10.6.05
sleep is what I need...
I just got back from school camp. By "just" I mean three hours ago. It was a pretty good camp. I ended up going to four University's but only two of them interest me and the one that really interests me (RMIT) had a shitty tour and presentation. But that is ok, a friend of mine is going to take me on a tour around the campus on Open Day.
Actually, some quite funny and fun things happened at camp. I shall make a list (in no realy order):
1. Megan was on crutches so couldn't walk around. This meant she was driven, which meant the teachers wanted her to have company which meant that Meaghan and I got to keep Megan company and that meant we got driven everywhere. Some of the other students weren't all that happy, but I did promise Megan's mother than I would look after her!
2. We nearly went past my dad's house
3. Megan, Meaghan and I talked about some incredibly strange things including: hairy legs, what colour underwear we had on, and who wasn't wearing a bra who should. These happened when we were extremely tired from a long day of listening to boring people talke - or at least that is my excuse!
4. Background: part of the camp was a movie and dinner last night. Meaghan, Megan and I were meant to be seeing Hitchhiker's but because of the whole car arrangement we had to go with Ms Backwell. This meant we went to the Nova and saw a movie called We Don't Live Here Anymore. Now, this movie is rated MA, and for good reason. There is sex, swearing, nudity and lots of adult themes. How do you think Ms Backwell felt taking in a group of 17/young 18 year old girls (including one of the prudish year 12s) to a movie based on a short story called Adultery? When Ms Backwell was driving Megan, Meaghan and I home she said "Now girls, you must promise me that you will all send me food baskets because I don't think I will have a job when school goes back on Wednesday". We laughed, but it is actually quite serious. None of the parents knew that their kids were going to see an MA movie. Although, we did have some say in the movie we saw, not much, but some.
5. Before the movie, Megan, Meaghan and I bought way too much food - chocolate!
6. I slept on the floor. This was because I really hate top bunks and that was all that was left when I got to the room, and plus the floor looked nicer than the bed.
7. I had to participate in a laughter session. Some reverand guy came and made us do all these fake laughing exercises. For me, it was just a little fake...
8. After going to Melb Uni today, we had free time. After free time we had to get back to the buses. Some people got lost. Now, I know it isn't really funny, but it was semi-funny because it wasn't happening to me...
They are pretty much the funny/fun things that happened.
Not a bad camp...
Tomorrow I have several things on my list of "to dos": have lunch out with my mum, aunty, cousin, uncle and other aunty (birthday celebration); get those photos of Rob and Peris out; and do some more Media. Ooh, and this weekend is an extra long weekend: four days off! The weekend, Queen's Birthday (I think) and a pupil free day! Then on Wednesday my Media is due in and it is Nicole's birthday. Then Thursday is my mum and aunty's birthday (twins) and Friday is Hannah's. Lots of birthday fun!! And the week after is the last week of term!! Holidays - woot! I have to catch up with so many people: Jasmine, Abby, Moo, James (maybe meet his new girlfriend), Kate, Jess... The list goes on...
But will I become a social butterfly - nup!
Actually, some quite funny and fun things happened at camp. I shall make a list (in no realy order):
1. Megan was on crutches so couldn't walk around. This meant she was driven, which meant the teachers wanted her to have company which meant that Meaghan and I got to keep Megan company and that meant we got driven everywhere. Some of the other students weren't all that happy, but I did promise Megan's mother than I would look after her!
2. We nearly went past my dad's house
3. Megan, Meaghan and I talked about some incredibly strange things including: hairy legs, what colour underwear we had on, and who wasn't wearing a bra who should. These happened when we were extremely tired from a long day of listening to boring people talke - or at least that is my excuse!
4. Background: part of the camp was a movie and dinner last night. Meaghan, Megan and I were meant to be seeing Hitchhiker's but because of the whole car arrangement we had to go with Ms Backwell. This meant we went to the Nova and saw a movie called We Don't Live Here Anymore. Now, this movie is rated MA, and for good reason. There is sex, swearing, nudity and lots of adult themes. How do you think Ms Backwell felt taking in a group of 17/young 18 year old girls (including one of the prudish year 12s) to a movie based on a short story called Adultery? When Ms Backwell was driving Megan, Meaghan and I home she said "Now girls, you must promise me that you will all send me food baskets because I don't think I will have a job when school goes back on Wednesday". We laughed, but it is actually quite serious. None of the parents knew that their kids were going to see an MA movie. Although, we did have some say in the movie we saw, not much, but some.
5. Before the movie, Megan, Meaghan and I bought way too much food - chocolate!
6. I slept on the floor. This was because I really hate top bunks and that was all that was left when I got to the room, and plus the floor looked nicer than the bed.
7. I had to participate in a laughter session. Some reverand guy came and made us do all these fake laughing exercises. For me, it was just a little fake...
8. After going to Melb Uni today, we had free time. After free time we had to get back to the buses. Some people got lost. Now, I know it isn't really funny, but it was semi-funny because it wasn't happening to me...
They are pretty much the funny/fun things that happened.
Not a bad camp...
Tomorrow I have several things on my list of "to dos": have lunch out with my mum, aunty, cousin, uncle and other aunty (birthday celebration); get those photos of Rob and Peris out; and do some more Media. Ooh, and this weekend is an extra long weekend: four days off! The weekend, Queen's Birthday (I think) and a pupil free day! Then on Wednesday my Media is due in and it is Nicole's birthday. Then Thursday is my mum and aunty's birthday (twins) and Friday is Hannah's. Lots of birthday fun!! And the week after is the last week of term!! Holidays - woot! I have to catch up with so many people: Jasmine, Abby, Moo, James (maybe meet his new girlfriend), Kate, Jess... The list goes on...
But will I become a social butterfly - nup!
4.6.05
black and white...
I got the proofs of the role of film I used last weekend. Some of them are actually good, if I do say so myself. I have to print some 6x4s at school at some point, then I will scan them in to display on the web. I will have to form a new friendship with my scanner that I have never had. I don't particularly like it much, it is old and clunky. But, as Donna has told me time and time again, it is not necessarily the equipment you have, but how you use it. So I am going to try.
Last night was so very exciting. I don't think I posted about it. After the Apollo Bay Music Festival I contacted Rob Sawyer (local performer) and gave him some images that I took of him. I kept in semi-contact and asked if I could shoot him last night while he was playing another gig, he said yes. So I rocked up last night to Torquay, nervous as hell. I stood at the back of the croud for a bit unitl I spotted Rob wandering towards the entrane. I went over and introduced myself - he actually remembered me emailing him. He said it would be great if I took some photos and said I should have a chat to another band thePeriscopes who was playing because they needed some press photos. I was too chicked last night to talk to them about (even though all of the guys in the band are younger than me) so I will have to catch up with them another time...perhaps. Anyway, Rob said it would be great for me to take pics. So, I waited until he was on (he was last, thePeriscopes were before him, so I took some photos of them too) and took some pics. He worked out where I was in the crowd and kept grinning at me taking pics - he made me blush! Oh well... I got seom great shots (I think) and I got some more practice with manual exposure and manual focus ( and I normally hate the manual focus on my camera, but I think I will have to start using it to get the focus I want). It was lots of fun. I may post just one of the best pics here... maybe...
Last night was so very exciting. I don't think I posted about it. After the Apollo Bay Music Festival I contacted Rob Sawyer (local performer) and gave him some images that I took of him. I kept in semi-contact and asked if I could shoot him last night while he was playing another gig, he said yes. So I rocked up last night to Torquay, nervous as hell. I stood at the back of the croud for a bit unitl I spotted Rob wandering towards the entrane. I went over and introduced myself - he actually remembered me emailing him. He said it would be great if I took some photos and said I should have a chat to another band thePeriscopes who was playing because they needed some press photos. I was too chicked last night to talk to them about (even though all of the guys in the band are younger than me) so I will have to catch up with them another time...perhaps. Anyway, Rob said it would be great for me to take pics. So, I waited until he was on (he was last, thePeriscopes were before him, so I took some photos of them too) and took some pics. He worked out where I was in the crowd and kept grinning at me taking pics - he made me blush! Oh well... I got seom great shots (I think) and I got some more practice with manual exposure and manual focus ( and I normally hate the manual focus on my camera, but I think I will have to start using it to get the focus I want). It was lots of fun. I may post just one of the best pics here... maybe...
2.6.05
wintery warmth...
Winter started yesterday in the southern hemisphere (where I am) and it is cold. I has been cold for the past little while, but now it is officially winter coldness, not autumn coldness. I have take to sleeping with my electric blanket turned on all night because of how cold my house gets. I don't know if it is a good thing to do, but I have to or I don't sleep with cold! Wintery warmth is that best type of warmth. I love the feeling of getting home after school, putting some comfy clothes on and turning the heating on, and slowly the house gets warm...after being so cold, you are warm - lovely!!
The other thing I love about winter (other than it simply being the best season) is that I get to wear scarves! Over the past two years, since I learnt to knit, I have made a few scraves, and bought some too. I have lots of beautiful warm scarves to choose from, and I have nearly finished another. It is awesome! I may have to put some pictures up, because I love it! It is made with awesome green and browny-coloured wool, 100% pure wool! It is beautiful! I shall post it!
The other thing I love about winter (other than it simply being the best season) is that I get to wear scarves! Over the past two years, since I learnt to knit, I have made a few scraves, and bought some too. I have lots of beautiful warm scarves to choose from, and I have nearly finished another. It is awesome! I may have to put some pictures up, because I love it! It is made with awesome green and browny-coloured wool, 100% pure wool! It is beautiful! I shall post it!
1.6.05
strange dreams...
I don't often dream, but when I do they are either lovely, exciting, or down-right strange. Last night's was strange:
I was at school just outside the library. I was looking into the library, looking for someone. I saw this electroic shcok thing pass between a record player and a computer and everything around these two objects blew up. I ran inside to see if everyone was ok, and they were just sitting around, cleaning up the rubble and chatting, like nothing had happened. I asked them about it and they said that yes there had been some time of explosion, but that it had happened about an hour ago. This confused me, but that was ok. Then I walked outside (it was lunch time) and was chatting to some friends when I looked down at my watch and saw that the second hand was spinning around the face - just spinning. I showed a teacher and asked what she thought, but she didn't say anything. Then these little sparks of lightening or electricity started going off in the sky, just randomly. It got really dark, and everyone got a little worried. Lots and lots of shooting stars were going all over the sky. Then it became light again, and everything was back to normal - even my watch. I figured it was just some freak thing, so I started off to class. As I was walking to class I noticed that something wasn't quite right, I couldn't work out what was wrong, but there was something. When I got the Brownbill (the building that is part of the school) the outside stairs weren't connected to the building, so I couldn't get in that way. I went around the building and inside to the internal stairs. I went up them and noticed that the colour of the paint on the walls was different, not completely different just a different shade of yellow. I went to class and we just did work. I got really bored, so I started hoping things in the room would change, like the words on the board or the colour of the whiteboard marker. And they did. I got slightly freaked-out, so I left the classroom and walked down the corridor. There was a mature-aged class (which there never is at my school) in one of the classrooms and they were giving a teacher I liked shit, so I did something, I can't remember what. Then I walked into another classroom and made a bowl of fruit salad pink and blue. But the fruit didn't properly change colour, the colour sort of floated over the shapes of the fruit, and swirled together. When I walked out the classroom, the end of the corridor was now a brick wall so I couldn't get out. One of the teachers I don't like walked past me and her face was all old and mangled - but I knew it was her. Then I walked over to the brick wall and tried pushing it out of the way - and it moved. Once it was out of the way, things started to go back to normal. The colours of the walls changed back to normal, the fruit salad became normal, and I couldn't make things change. And I woke up feeling scared... Strange!
The last time I had a dream like that I was in the top room of a really big building with lots of windows and lots of people. We were looking out over the city we were in, and the sky had changed to this electric whirl-pool of colour, and it was attacking us, or something...
When I told my step-dad about last night's dream, he decided that I had dreamt that way because I ate carrot cake, watched Dr Who and read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy before bed. Strange...
I was at school just outside the library. I was looking into the library, looking for someone. I saw this electroic shcok thing pass between a record player and a computer and everything around these two objects blew up. I ran inside to see if everyone was ok, and they were just sitting around, cleaning up the rubble and chatting, like nothing had happened. I asked them about it and they said that yes there had been some time of explosion, but that it had happened about an hour ago. This confused me, but that was ok. Then I walked outside (it was lunch time) and was chatting to some friends when I looked down at my watch and saw that the second hand was spinning around the face - just spinning. I showed a teacher and asked what she thought, but she didn't say anything. Then these little sparks of lightening or electricity started going off in the sky, just randomly. It got really dark, and everyone got a little worried. Lots and lots of shooting stars were going all over the sky. Then it became light again, and everything was back to normal - even my watch. I figured it was just some freak thing, so I started off to class. As I was walking to class I noticed that something wasn't quite right, I couldn't work out what was wrong, but there was something. When I got the Brownbill (the building that is part of the school) the outside stairs weren't connected to the building, so I couldn't get in that way. I went around the building and inside to the internal stairs. I went up them and noticed that the colour of the paint on the walls was different, not completely different just a different shade of yellow. I went to class and we just did work. I got really bored, so I started hoping things in the room would change, like the words on the board or the colour of the whiteboard marker. And they did. I got slightly freaked-out, so I left the classroom and walked down the corridor. There was a mature-aged class (which there never is at my school) in one of the classrooms and they were giving a teacher I liked shit, so I did something, I can't remember what. Then I walked into another classroom and made a bowl of fruit salad pink and blue. But the fruit didn't properly change colour, the colour sort of floated over the shapes of the fruit, and swirled together. When I walked out the classroom, the end of the corridor was now a brick wall so I couldn't get out. One of the teachers I don't like walked past me and her face was all old and mangled - but I knew it was her. Then I walked over to the brick wall and tried pushing it out of the way - and it moved. Once it was out of the way, things started to go back to normal. The colours of the walls changed back to normal, the fruit salad became normal, and I couldn't make things change. And I woke up feeling scared... Strange!
The last time I had a dream like that I was in the top room of a really big building with lots of windows and lots of people. We were looking out over the city we were in, and the sky had changed to this electric whirl-pool of colour, and it was attacking us, or something...
When I told my step-dad about last night's dream, he decided that I had dreamt that way because I ate carrot cake, watched Dr Who and read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy before bed. Strange...
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