Another year is drawing to an end, and once again we find ourselves saying goodbye. Although it's not a farewell for eternity, it is sad that the regular, daily meetings between friends will no longer happen. And it's more of a farewell to what we know, what we are familiar with. It is sad to realise that Csardas may never again feature in such perfection at Speech Night, that EB will never take me for VCE music, and that my age will soon not be the product of three and five. This is cliche, but the end of the year, the end of anything, is always a very bittersweet moment. There is happiness mixed in with the sadness of parting. I know because we were all laughing at each other on Speech Night for crying. I'm not really making much sense. So I'll stop rambling. What I've been wanting to say is thank you to everybody whose touched the first fifteen years of my life, and that time is precious. Even though the only person who will ever read this will probably be Thu, I need to get this out there.
So here it is.
Wednesday, November 25
Tuesday, November 3
Dumbapples
It has been mucho time since I last posted. That's cause there really wasn't anything to post about and I couldn't be stuffed. It also means my layout has been left half-finished.
I passed my AMus. I must say, I am tickled yellow. Tickled to the point of no return. Yes, I'm very happy because I didn't think I could do it. It still feels sorta detached in a way, cause I still don't really believe that I did. I've been feeling like that a lot lately. But it will all feel very real when I graduate in Harry Potter-esque robes. Tres cool.
I should be revising for science exam tomorrow. I'll do that later. Lately the internet seems to get capped a lot. So I'll finish most of my affairs during the morning, and then I'll cut down my usage in the afternoon. Very clever.
Playing Final Fantasy Crisis Core also takes up a lot of time. It's very interesting. In fact I'm looking for a walkthrough right now cause I can't seem to find this girl that I'm supposed to be looking for. I hate getting stuck in video games. Makes me feel second rate because I've been beaten by cartoons. Might start another Pokemon marathon soon.
"A wealthy man owned the biggest dumbapple tree in the town. But I never stole from that tree, because the wealthy man's son was my friend."
You think there'd be more to talk about after so long. But there isn't.
I passed my AMus. I must say, I am tickled yellow. Tickled to the point of no return. Yes, I'm very happy because I didn't think I could do it. It still feels sorta detached in a way, cause I still don't really believe that I did. I've been feeling like that a lot lately. But it will all feel very real when I graduate in Harry Potter-esque robes. Tres cool.
I should be revising for science exam tomorrow. I'll do that later. Lately the internet seems to get capped a lot. So I'll finish most of my affairs during the morning, and then I'll cut down my usage in the afternoon. Very clever.
Playing Final Fantasy Crisis Core also takes up a lot of time. It's very interesting. In fact I'm looking for a walkthrough right now cause I can't seem to find this girl that I'm supposed to be looking for. I hate getting stuck in video games. Makes me feel second rate because I've been beaten by cartoons. Might start another Pokemon marathon soon.
"A wealthy man owned the biggest dumbapple tree in the town. But I never stole from that tree, because the wealthy man's son was my friend."
You think there'd be more to talk about after so long. But there isn't.
"Life is so beautiful"
- The Godfather, Mario Puzo
Tuesday, October 13
Saturday, October 10
Reminiscence
For a while there there was nothing to blog about. So I didn't.
But today I thought I'd share my thoughts with you once again.
I've been reminiscing. Shock horror. I do that a lot though. Today's session was triggered by the fact that Parkmore was playing netball whilst I was walking back home from the library. And I saw an old Vermont buddy that may or may not remember me, hence me not calling out their name to say hi. But I saw them. And I smiled stupidly when I walked down the netball courts to talk to an audience member (nearly falling down the stairs). And thinking about what's past can be funny and unbearably happy. But it's also a slightly sad occassion cause you realise that you can never go back. Vermont wasn't great. It was pretty bad actually. But that doesn't mean that good things didn't happen. It doesn't mean that I wasn't happy. I can remember the times I laughed just because I could.
I guess what I'm really trying to get to here, is that I'm wanting some way to merge the past and the present, all those happy times together. But that's just not the way it works.
So I'm smiling now. I'm smiling cause I've been eating a lot. I'm smiling cause it's a good day, and I can feel summer coming. It is a slightly wistful smile though.
Just a little.
But today I thought I'd share my thoughts with you once again.
I've been reminiscing. Shock horror. I do that a lot though. Today's session was triggered by the fact that Parkmore was playing netball whilst I was walking back home from the library. And I saw an old Vermont buddy that may or may not remember me, hence me not calling out their name to say hi. But I saw them. And I smiled stupidly when I walked down the netball courts to talk to an audience member (nearly falling down the stairs). And thinking about what's past can be funny and unbearably happy. But it's also a slightly sad occassion cause you realise that you can never go back. Vermont wasn't great. It was pretty bad actually. But that doesn't mean that good things didn't happen. It doesn't mean that I wasn't happy. I can remember the times I laughed just because I could.
I guess what I'm really trying to get to here, is that I'm wanting some way to merge the past and the present, all those happy times together. But that's just not the way it works.
So I'm smiling now. I'm smiling cause I've been eating a lot. I'm smiling cause it's a good day, and I can feel summer coming. It is a slightly wistful smile though.
Just a little.
Thursday, September 24
On that note
And after an amazing virtual rendition of Stand By Me, I would now like to take two seconds to say that Oasis aren't breaking up (I think), just Noel's leaving. Liam is currently auditioning another guitarist. Try all you like. It's not the same without Noel though. I think there are three types of Oasis knowledgables in this world:
Noel supporters, being the ones going "good for him" and eagerly anticipating his solo album (like me).
Liam supporters, being the ones saying "you can play Noel's songs without Noel" and "he's only a guitarist".
Oasis haters, being the ones going good riddance (i.e. Bloc Party).
Predictably, I am not overly fond of Bloc Party.
I also got ridiculously excited over a poster for a movie entitles Fame that had the tagline "I'm gonna live forever". Turns out it was another song. It didn't look like a good movie. Meh.
Live forever.
Noel supporters, being the ones going "good for him" and eagerly anticipating his solo album (like me).
Liam supporters, being the ones saying "you can play Noel's songs without Noel" and "he's only a guitarist".
Oasis haters, being the ones going good riddance (i.e. Bloc Party).
Predictably, I am not overly fond of Bloc Party.
I also got ridiculously excited over a poster for a movie entitles Fame that had the tagline "I'm gonna live forever". Turns out it was another song. It didn't look like a good movie. Meh.
Live forever.
nobody knows
Today is the day that I reveal the reason behind calling this blog made a meal. And the reason is, it's a songline. What a surprise. It's a good song. It's by Oasis (naturally). And it's the loneliest, yet most hope-filling song.
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday. I've got a lot of things to learn. Said I would, and I'll be leaving one day, before my heart starts to burn. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Times are hard when things have got no meaning. I've found a key upon the floor. Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we found behind the door. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know, the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Nobody knows the way it's gonna be. If you're leaving will you take me with you cause I'm tired of talking on my phone. There is one thing I can never give you; my heart can never be your home. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know? The cold and wind and rain don't know, they only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me. Nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. The way it's gonna be. Maybe I can see. But don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, God only knows the way it's gonna be.
And I am suddenly stricken by an amazing nostalgia for Vermont. Again. Rather strange actually. I think it's cause I keep looking at photos of their doings and stuff, and it pulls at something in my heart. But it's not really something I really want. Otherwise I'd go back, wouldn't I? No, it's just, I'd like to see some people again. Yet at the same time, I don't. It's more an interest to see whether or not anyone remembers me. Whether or not I made an impact on anyone's life.
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday. I've got a lot of things to learn. Said I would, and I'll be leaving one day, before my heart starts to burn. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Times are hard when things have got no meaning. I've found a key upon the floor. Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we found behind the door. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know, the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Nobody knows the way it's gonna be. If you're leaving will you take me with you cause I'm tired of talking on my phone. There is one thing I can never give you; my heart can never be your home. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know? The cold and wind and rain don't know, they only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me. Nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. The way it's gonna be. Maybe I can see. But don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, God only knows the way it's gonna be.
And I am suddenly stricken by an amazing nostalgia for Vermont. Again. Rather strange actually. I think it's cause I keep looking at photos of their doings and stuff, and it pulls at something in my heart. But it's not really something I really want. Otherwise I'd go back, wouldn't I? No, it's just, I'd like to see some people again. Yet at the same time, I don't. It's more an interest to see whether or not anyone remembers me. Whether or not I made an impact on anyone's life.
Monday, September 21
Danananananananadananananananana
I saw a Batmobile on Saturday at The Glen. In reality it was just a Lamborghini ("just" she says), but very sicked up, fooooly done over mayte type of Lamborghini. Sleek, black, funny looking spiky things at the back. Very short though. I was taller than a car. Yay for me.
See how Batmobilish it looks? How awkward if Batman had walked past...everyone was staring at his car.
I also had a job interview/trial thing on Saturday (being the reason why I was at The Glen in the first place) to see how I was "on the floor" as I was told. I guess I was pretty unexciting "on the floor" seeing as a total of a about five (okay, I lie, about six) customers turned up. I think I disrupted some conversations with "HI HOWYA GOIN'?" but they seemed pretty cool about it. I was told that supervisor lady would "call me next week", although that might just be a snub, or I might have the job.
See how Batmobilish it looks? How awkward if Batman had walked past...everyone was staring at his car.
I also had a job interview/trial thing on Saturday (being the reason why I was at The Glen in the first place) to see how I was "on the floor" as I was told. I guess I was pretty unexciting "on the floor" seeing as a total of a about five (okay, I lie, about six) customers turned up. I think I disrupted some conversations with "HI HOWYA GOIN'?" but they seemed pretty cool about it. I was told that supervisor lady would "call me next week", although that might just be a snub, or I might have the job.
Tuesday, September 15
FedEx delayed...Connex apologies for any inconvenience caused
All I can say is: in your face Federer.
Not that I've got anything against him. Well I do, but you know what I mean. I laughed on the train when I found out he lost. Mean yes, but all those Nadal haters would've done exactly the same when they found out Nadal lost (I'm looking at you Aden) Del Potro just played amazing tennis. Amazing. Pewng, there goes the ball, and you think Federer hitted (hat?) a winner, then pewng pewng, and del Potro returns with equally amazing shot, and pewng pewng pewng, Federer uses his I-don't-look-at-the-ball-cause-I'm-cool-like-that-backhand, and then pewng pewng pewng pewng, del Potro slams it down the court (looking at the ball), and wins the point. His height should've guaranteed him a place with the Chicago Bulls, but that's another matter.
Pity Nadal lost. But he has dodgy form. Del Potro is now second in my list of awesome tennis players. I'll be watching him come Australian Open time. Third is Tipsarevic. Don't even talk to me about Swiss and Swedes.
Today we farewell our Macrobeans for an alarming seventeen sevenths of a week, fourteen of which we would've not seen them anyway, but that's beside the point. Europe is so much further away then the westside.
No calling when you feel like it, no MSN, limited Facebook and e-mail access, no stupid movies to watch i.e. Transformers. So good luck to you guys, enjoy your baguettes, and make sure you indulge in some Noel Gallagher spotting.
Not that I've got anything against him. Well I do, but you know what I mean. I laughed on the train when I found out he lost. Mean yes, but all those Nadal haters would've done exactly the same when they found out Nadal lost (I'm looking at you Aden) Del Potro just played amazing tennis. Amazing. Pewng, there goes the ball, and you think Federer hitted (hat?) a winner, then pewng pewng, and del Potro returns with equally amazing shot, and pewng pewng pewng, Federer uses his I-don't-look-at-the-ball-cause-I'm-cool-like-that-backhand, and then pewng pewng pewng pewng, del Potro slams it down the court (looking at the ball), and wins the point. His height should've guaranteed him a place with the Chicago Bulls, but that's another matter.
Pity Nadal lost. But he has dodgy form. Del Potro is now second in my list of awesome tennis players. I'll be watching him come Australian Open time. Third is Tipsarevic. Don't even talk to me about Swiss and Swedes.
Today we farewell our Macrobeans for an alarming seventeen sevenths of a week, fourteen of which we would've not seen them anyway, but that's beside the point. Europe is so much further away then the westside.
No calling when you feel like it, no MSN, limited Facebook and e-mail access, no stupid movies to watch i.e. Transformers. So good luck to you guys, enjoy your baguettes, and make sure you indulge in some Noel Gallagher spotting.
Sunday, September 13
Spear
I am job-hunting. When I say that I get two visions/images/scenarios in my head:
1) Me standing in an eskimo suit at the edge of an iceberg, preparing to thrust my spear into the waters to catch a dolphin/walrus etc.
2) Hacking away at snails at the Henessy Hunting Ground (however you spell that).
I spent two hours going on 20+ websites to find a job. I doubt anyone will hire me. At least I have familiarised myself with the tab button as application process went something like this.
Sarah (tab) last name (tab) D.O.B. (tab) Female (tab) etc. etc.
1) Me standing in an eskimo suit at the edge of an iceberg, preparing to thrust my spear into the waters to catch a dolphin/walrus etc.
2) Hacking away at snails at the Henessy Hunting Ground (however you spell that).
I spent two hours going on 20+ websites to find a job. I doubt anyone will hire me. At least I have familiarised myself with the tab button as application process went something like this.
Sarah (tab) last name (tab) D.O.B. (tab) Female (tab) etc. etc.
Tuesday, September 8
Like cheese
I wore tights today. For the second time in a week. I shouldn't have. I should've given up after one time. Once a week is plenty. But I did not heed the signs. I wore tights for the second time in a week. During music I noticed a little speck of fluff on them. I pulled it off. Which started a very long afternoon of me checking my legs in self-consciousness as my tights slowly unravelled until there were more holes than tights. Jessie kept laughing at me. It wasn't very nice of her.
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