Wlll now let's see, I'm trying that meme where you type up an entry with your eue s vlosed. I used to be pretty okay with typing with my eyes closed; for nanowrimo I used to shut my eyes and tyoe for fifteen minutes, It was meant to get the kuives flowing or something. Wait a minute,. I think I just turned off myt scrteen. I keep jitting two keys at onces, it's very frustrating!

Speaking of typing and I suppose keyboards (if you inderstood an of that)m i'[ve been using my brother's olld laptop to so some creative wreiintg. I seem tp be wring best in the ebenings at the moment, so it's nice3 to sit in bet with a wiarm laptopr But Peter's old laptop is in Dveraok (I don't actually know how to spell that, I can't spek as well with my eyes shut, I need the bisual feednack I guess., That's why I'm usually hopeless at spelling outloud. Actually spelling tests in general aren't my fortrte , I need context too,). Anyway, I know that I could just rearrange it )pj, that remeoinds me, my friend andf I onvce frvifirf oy write left handed (our non-dominant hand_ once. It's much harder to spell that way too) but I'm too laxy, plusd I've broken keyuboards befgore. SO I'm typing in dvorak on the laptop. I tried to learn dvorak once, a gfree yrarts back, but seapped back to qweret when I went back to a desktwp. Sutrprising;y thr e biggest difficulty I'v efound is just that the laptop mkeybopard is a different size, so I reach too far for letters etc. POtherwise I think I'm on about fifty words per minute (man typing blind means I'm not game to use nuimbers or apprereviations), whcvih is fairly fgood I'm pretty sure.

Well I habe a party today, so i will wrap it up there. Congreats or kudos to amuuonme that understood this! (I have also been backspacing instinctivbrlu, so sorry if the words are cut off) bye! (And soory for the rambling, bnrackets, and so forth)

Holidays are nearly at an end. I haven't done particularly much, but I did do a little writing. I thought I might use this journal for creative purposes and chuck what I've done up here. The little bits and pieces are not really an example of my best writing, but I'm glad I've done some. Every little bit is good, especially considering how blocked I've been in the past eighteen months (senior high school is fun...).

This was for QCS practice test - writing task. Basically you use stimulus to write about 600 words of prose. This one was about 'circles' (a good central theme a feel). This one's a bit strange, sort of very old fashioned, but I like it. I also did a very short description at the end, as I finished early. (I know, I am so great!)
( The Young Bride )

This is the first of the actual holiday writing (first of two, mind). It's some snippets I wrote for a story I came up with a while ago, but have never written. It's fairy-tale-esque, but a bit darker I suppose. This is the first time I've written what pops into my head, rather than going in chronological order. I kinda like what I've written, though it might be a bit melodramatic or cliche.
( Fairy-tale-ish thing )

As always, when I am in a bit of a creative drought, I turn to editing my novel "Love and Biscuits". This is a chunk from Chapter Four, the longest chapter thus far. I don't think it needs context, which is good because I'm not going to give it. The "SOMETHING" and "SOMETHING" near the end are meant to be terribly romantic names. I meant to ask Peter what (female) names were considered romantic, but haven't gotten around to it. Plus, I think he's been busy.
( Love and Biscuits: middle of chapter four )

This, I feel, could be construed by the masses as not a piece of writing. Whatever you consider it, I completed this piece this evening, after I had an idea for a story I rather like and hope to explore further.
( Drawing )


Well all of that looks like I've been quite a busy girl, but though that's not the case, I'm certainly not unhappy to be doing any creative endeavours.

My computer and the internet are having a fight, so I'm here on William's sort of shoddy old laptop. Sickness seems to have gone from a general illness to a cold. Still feel gross, but at least I know with bedrest etc I'll get better. Now to find some time...

Woke up at about 7:30, then again at 8. Drives me insane that I can't sleep in when I want to and am allowed. Bummed around on the computer most of the morning, before watching some TV with William. Then I got all dynamic and opened my maths assignment, before settling to watch some special features on the TV next to my computer and did a little craft. Gretel rang for a hand on said assignment, so I talked to her about an hour before I sat back down at the computer. I hate talking on the phone. It's okay if there's constant flow of talk, but sometimes I start talking, getting quite enthusiastic and then I realised that she hadn't said anything, so of coure I freak out a little and start chattering aimlessly. Face to face is much better. You get instant feedback and can gauge responses. Which is also why I feel uncomfortable emailing. MSN can go either way. She was also ringing about maths which is much easier to explain/see if your explanations are making sense in real life. Oh well. Had lunch, watched TV, went to Rock Eisteddfod (which was good- the dance isn't that hard [anymore] and it was good hanging out), came home and finally started fixing my maths assignment (only 8 hours later than planned). We watched some SeaChange over dinner (good show). And I finished the ol' maths assignment. Good to have that out of the road. And all that brings me to here. Bed now I suppose. Don't really feel like school tomorrow, but Tuesday is off because of the teacher's strike, so I guess it all works out.

Mmm weekend. I love weekends. Didn't do much today (mainly watching tv...), but at least I think I'm getting better. I even had lots of tea. Except now that I'm recovering, I have no excuses for lazying about and not doing assignments that are due on Monday... I think I'll head off to bed now, but proper update tomorrow hopefully.

Still sick, I think worse. Went to school, maybe shouldn't have, but we got and started Maths C one, so I would have hated to be behind in that class.

This being sick is terrible, but I've currently got ideas churning around for this current novel. When I'm in a saner state of mind I might even do some researching.

Oh well, head throbbing, so off to bed with me.

I've gotten worse. No update today. Sorry.

P.S Not dying or anything, just blerg.

Hoo boy am I tired. It's kind of a theme I've got going on. So let's have a quick review of my day:

Today started early with Concert Band. Always good fun. Form I don't even remember. I'm sure it was thrilling. English is also kind of a blur. At one stage there was a full on debate on whether it would be better to be locked in a detention centre for three years or be dead. I sat there cringing the whole time, just wishing a certain someone would just let the subject drop. We got our assignment in physics. First break was short. Assembly was dull and I spent the time wishing I was sitting somewhere else and not in front of total morons. Second break was spent working out how many more Wednesdays until we graduate (not a lot) and other things along that theme.

QCS I didn't go to. On my way there I noticed a little girl sitting by herself decidedly not going to class. I sat down to talk to her and realised I knew her: she was best friends with my little brother in preschool. Any another yr twelve friend sat down with me and we talked to her. She was very shy and it was hard to get anything out of her. We then noticed a formal skirt sitting in the bushes, which upon investigation we found out was attached to a year nine girl who had worn her ipod in class, been told to take it off, swore at the teacher and then ran out before the deputy could arrive. So I talked to her for a bit before I asked her to go to the office. She headed off and I hope she did go (it's only now as I'm sitting here that I realise she might not have actually gotten there. I'd like to think she did, but who knows?). Ms James, a really awesome teacher, was then prevailed upon for help with the first little girl. Eventually we took her to class, but by the time we got back there was about two minutes of the lesson left. Heading up to the Music block, I found out that William (my bully magnet brother) had been punched in the eye. There are way too many bullies and boofheads in year 8 this year, and William seems to be known to every one of them.

We were picked up and went to the shops to collect a free mars bar William had won before heading to the chiropractor. Home once more, Mum, William and I watched The Full Monty which I thoroughly enjoyed. That brings us to me researching poems once more (I think I've found mine *fingers crossed*) and updating this ol' LJ. Now off to Spics and Specs.

P.S Hmm, I feel sort of better after writing that. Clearly writing is magic. Or something.

Whoops, forgot to hit post.

We'll get this in early, so as to get some sleep 'eh?

Woke up this morning feeling quite tired- not an unusual event these days. Dawdled around for a bit in front of the heater playing with the cat. Finally got round to dressing, having my lemon in water and jam on toast, I felt as though I would throw up. Good sign, good sign. Arrived at school too late to hang around with friends, but was early to form. Maths C was good. Ben was away (not related to it being good) and one of the year elevens was away so it was a tiny class- there are three grade twelves including myself, and I think we're down to two grade elevens (and I'm the only girl). Our teacher left us alone in the room so high spirited fun was had by myself and the other grade twelve Andrew, in spite of which (or perhaps because of it) we got more work done than usual. English lit was good, but sort of sad. Our very cool American student teacher had her last day today, so we took photos and had a farewell gathering - quizzing her on America.

Drama was... drama. We started with the usual warm up - we're studying Brechtian theatre and apparently old Bertolt was really into his actors being fit, so were all fitting up. Then we headed backstage where it's warmer and started to read Mother Courage. Peta (the worst in the class) was being a total moron and complete spoiled brat during, so there went any joy out of that reading. Gretel again took notes, but I've yet to read them. Second break was string ensemble. I arrived early (because Gretel and Tara weren't very good at dawdling with me) and chatted with Emily, my fellow captain, which was nice. Mr Wilson arrived soon after and we settled into Sabre Dance. I thought it wasn't that bad today, but Emily was absolutely fuming. He'd sat there making remarks about her abilities- they weren't said in a nasty way, and I'm sure he meant quite well, but they were very rude. I must have enjoyed it because I wasn't stuck next to him. English was last and enjoyable as per usual, but nothing notable springs to mind. Although I do have homework I should be doing...

After school I spotted our car across the street and crossed to meet it, chatting to Gretel along the way, so I was quite surprised when I looked up and the car was gone. Really had me freaked out. Kept talking and before I knew it the car was parking again, with William in the front seat. I assumed Mum must have picked William up, gone around the block and come to get me- why I don't know. Anyway, she hadn't done that and both Gretel and myself hallucinated the whole thing. Went to afternoon tea, had iced white chocolate (so good) and bought William togs and swimmers shoes. It was then I discovered tiny shoes and decided my new hobby should be collecting babies feet. Mum theorised that's what happened to Adam Hills' foot.

Once home again I watched Crocodile Dundee on VCR. I don't think it's that old, but it's certainly worn - the sound was dreadful. Have to buy that one on DVD. Then I watched two episodes of SeaChange over dinner with Mum and William which brings me to here. I think I'll do my English homework and go to bed. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow. Bye!

This is later than would be preferable, but here is the update for today.

It's Monday, bloody Monday, and there's two things I've forgot. Well not really, but to the best of my knowledge Mondays are to be universally disliked due to misdemeanours committed in the past. So if you like Monday, you must also like evil things: Satan, Hitler, Russia, Wabbits... Quite faithfully therefore, we all slept through classes. Drama was tolerable. Next lesson one of the deputies is sitting in (as I think the teacher invited him), news of which amused myself and Gretel: we predict they'll try to behave and either barely succeed, or the deputy is in for a big shock. Would be better if it was the latter as it might change things, but odds are they'll get those little brains in gear and realise they might have to be quiet for once in their lives. Handed in maths draft - went to print it last night and Dad corrected my pronunciation (Graphs not graaaaaaphs). Took me aback because Dad is the last person I expect to be corrected by.

English lit was good, even if I was half asleep throughout. That class is quite enjoyable- we have interesting (and often intelligent) discussions and all get along fairly well - but there's a worrisome feeling in my tummy as there's still to be found a poem I can use. Second break had Tara showing up after singing at the eisteddfod. Her skin was still slightly green (she had coloured her skin using eyeshadow as she was a witch from Wicked), and she'd forgotten to bring school shoes so she was wearing high heeled boot things and had to swap shoes with Gretel to sign in, as the office (where all the important people live) frowns upon such things. Physics was good (as always) with circuit building and elektrikity (as Mr Mac calls it). Once home, not much hwk was done until about an hour ago, very naughty but oh well. Did help William bake, so being sisterly should count for something. There's also a nagging feeling had that some English work meant to be done was not. Never mind that now though, to bedwards ho! Sleep is needed!

Today's challenge was just getting this thing up. Also might go back to the sane world of pronoun usage. Even though I only left the "I" portion. Pronoun town, the bad side of the tracks, is a scary place without that little letter. Gave up also, I am fairly sure on the whole each sentence with a new word. Meh, they were only meant to be one off things.

Hum, well here we are again. Almost forgot about this ol' live-journal of mine. Still, two days in a row must be some kind of a record. Actually got some work done today, read the drama script segment, read the English lit 'document' as Ms Jones calls them, did quite a bit on my maths assignment. Should currently be searching for my English lit poem (which probably should have been found a while ago...) but obviously this duty comes first.

Today was Mother's day, so William baked Mum some delicious gluten free date and walnut slice. We both then proceeded to clean the house (which William took great offense to, judging by the enthusiasm he showed). Picked a bunch of flowers, which is a little bit more difficult at this time of the year, but they were pretty and smelled nice, so that's okay. William thought he ought to pick her flowers too, and it was difficult to explain to him that he couldn't do everything, some of us were finding it hard to keep up with him. Mum then awoke (she'd worked the night before; we didn't get up obscenely early to do such tasks) and we watched Black Adder season one. It was better than what was expected (based on dim memory of previous viewing) - funny, a little strange, and something else not able to have a finger placed upon.

Then the previously mentioned work was undertaken. This maths assignment is a little more work than first viewing led to believe, not back breaking difficult, just lots of work of a type not usually found in maths, except as a sort of dressing. Never the main course. Or some other mixed metaphor.

Waking this morning (just to do this all out of order) was to the sound of William shaking keys to wake me up - at least that's the way it seemed to me. Very disconcerting. Several hours later, now properly awake (not it's some ungodly hour of the morning awake), reading my book was made difficult by the lack of page 207/208. Have to look up Good Wives on the internet to see if it yields the events of those two pages. Or just buy another copy. Better yet, get Mum to buy another copy.

Run out of things to say, also have poetry to find. Challenge for today: not using the personal pronoun "I". Survival would not have taken place if all personal pronouns were removed. (Is that the term, "Personal Pronoun"?). Enjoyable, leads to unusual phrasing, some better, some worse, some incomprehensible. Farewell (as is fare: go about you business etc, well: with good health and happiness. That term's original meaning brought to surface via Black Adder) all, fare well.

Blerg, I've done nothing this weekend so far. I'm finding it really hard to find motivation at the moment. I don't really know what I want to do with myself after school, and my interest's don't really fit in with any traditional course of doing uni. So it's very easy to justify procrastination. Take today for example. We had lunch at Sizzler's which requires not eating breakfast. Obviously I couldn't work with no food in my tummy. That would be absurd! Then once we were home, I was suffering from the tummy ache of eating too much, so I needed several hours to recover. Soon after I had regained the ability to move without feeling ill, Dad wanted to watch some SeaChange, so I was obliged to watch several episodes of that. Quality family time and all. Dinner followed so I settled down to read Good Wives. Fearing a sad part of the book was approaching, I headed quickly for the internet. Once I ran out of things to be doing there, I signed into GmailChat hoping Peter was online. He was! Chat, chat, chat, we went (with no gmailing in between). Said discussion lead to LJ and I agreed to try and update once a day for a month. So here I am now, with not one part of my day involving work being done. My train of thought seems to lead me to believe that if I start tomorrow, and let myself have the rest of the night off I will be more productive. This, I am beginning to think, is neither true nor helpful. But at least typing this is sort of helping me break habit. When I allowed myself to be foolishly convinced that updating daily for a month would be helpful my first thought was "Start tomorrow, that way you will have done something, or at least taken mental notes of things worth lj-ing about." Yet here I am now. Progress, I believe, has started. Now I will be really good and do some work!

P.S Live-journaling to me is as much a writing exercise as it is about recording and reflecting. Having a little challenge every day might help both motivation and improvement. Today's challenge was starting every sentence with a different word, and obviously it still has to make sense.

Hmmm it's been a while. As of late, school has entirely taken over my life and I don't expect it to stop any time soon. I am enjoying a lot of it, and repressing the rest. Oh well. Anyway, I thought I'd try updating about my day (though I don't know if I will keep it up). So here goes, and hopefully it isn't too dull.

So on to today. Dad came in to wake me up, but coincidentallyy in my dream I had to leave so I was busy trying to get out of my dream and it didn't really connect that I wasn't meant to be awake until he came back and tried again. Then I sort of raced around getting ready. Mum worked last night, so Dad took us in and of course we were early (Dad doesn't believe in late, even on time is tardy to him). I don't like being early, especially on a Tuesday as all my friends are in choir. I ended up walking around with Katlin, so it wasn't too tragic.

Then I was actually in form (roll class) on time for the first time in a while. So that was fun. Maths C was alright, we've just started angular motion which I think I get. Andrew and I spent ages trying to work out what something was, only to find we found out what it was then used that information to work out what is was. It was very amusing when we worked out what we'd done. It didn't really matter though, because we found out some further answers, and I think it proved (/demonstrated) something to me, so I will remember that in future with little doubt.

English Lit was good. We're studying Victorian/Romantic poetry which is nice. We read an Elizabethan poem called Song: Women are but Mens Shaddowes that I quite liked. It was very amusing though, as at first all the girls were outraged at such a sexist poem, and I was sitting there thinking 'I didn't mind it/think it was that sexist'. Our feminist teacher Ms Jones professed to liking it, which shocked them until we analysed it and it was found to be not so bad. We also discussed why our American student teacher Ms Fitzsimmons chose Australia to do her prac and it turns out Australia has the best English curriculum, which is quite cool.

First break was short because of the Fun Run/Cross Country in the afternoon. Drama was quite dull. Our class is entirely hopeless, they're all just in it for the bludge. When we do theory, they whinge they want to do prac; when we do prac, they all refuse to do it. So in this installment of our oh so thrilling lesson, Gretel wrote down 'interesting' things that happened. I think the highlight was either when the coin dropped, or when she counted how many times Peta (the worst of the class. Without her the class would be 50% better) said like. Some phones also went off, someone ate some chocolate, and we had people yelling at the people yelling at the people talking during the movie about Brechtian theatre we watched. The end of the lesson was a little better. We split into groups, so I was with friends and 'friends' (people who like me, but I'm not so partial to). We did a short impro Brechtian style about our issue of double-standard feminists which was fun and funny (well I thought so and they seemed to laugh).

Second break was long because of the aforementioned Fun Run/Cross Country. I thought String Ensemble (of which I am captain) was canceled due to said FR/CC. It wasn't so I sort of avoided the Music Block (where we sit, and where the music stuff takes place). Blerg, I didn't really want to play violin this year, then suddenly not only am I playing, but I am captain! Oh well, I just make it up each week, knowing each week is one week less. We also read through Gretel's brilliant notes on drama, saw Tara off to a singing lesson and discussed childhood injuries.

The Fun Run, despite its advertised name, wasn't that fun. It wasn't that bad either though I suppose. We walk around the oval and for each lap we do, we get a point for our house (and I am so full of house spirit). At one stage, Gretel was going through this quiz thing she was asked at drama, about boyfriends and celebrities etc. I always find it ridiculous how some teenage girls (and boys too I assume) judge maturity on boyfriends and make-up, and spend so much time following gossip magazines. Ah well, I guess I'll just never be normal.

After school, Gretel showed me the photos she bought of the Senior Ball (sort of a low budget formal we have at the start of the year). I think I might get some too; everyone looked so nice, and I looked quite different which is always fun.

Mum picked us (William and myself) up from school and we went shopping. We had iced white chocolate for afternoon tea (so yummy, but they give me a bit of a brain freeze. I'll have to try a hot one next time). In the cheap shop, we had mum drop anvils about what she wanted for Mother's Day, and secretly bought the candles she pointed out, with the money she slipped up. It was all very covert. I want to get her something else as well (something she doesn't know about preferably). I was thinking a nice pen, or maybe a bit of jewellery. It depends on if I (a.) get to the shops again before Sunday; and (b.) find something she'll genuinely like.

And that brings us to when I started the entry. Gee whiz that took a while. I sort of thought knock something out in five mins, but that was probably about half an hour. Oh well, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be (though I don't know how interesting it was. Hopefully Peter might find it so, but otherwise I can just consider it practicing writing. Notes: used the word 'which' a lot (or wanted to), which I wasn't expecting. The expected 'then's and 'I's/'we's popped up all expectedly. Have to work on that.).

And done!

I know the cool thing to do at the moment is to post about 2008, the year that is, was and might have been, but I think I'm just trendy enough to get away with that in a sentence or two. It was an important year, I suppose. Busy definitely, a taste of the year to come (grade 12!), significant yes, but I cannot think of a particular moment that defined it. In January, March and September we filmed, which I adored. At Easter my grandfather died. In March I went to our Ball (the same day as Grandpa died, go figure). I had a terrifying twenty-four hours in June. In September our dreadful musical opened, during which I sang in German. Come term four, I was quite ready to throw in the towel. So there you have it.

The real reason I'm posting at the moment (apart from various people's insistence. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you Peter and Kate.) is that I'm feeling rather frustrated. The school year seems to have drained me of all and any creative impulse. I have a burning desire to write, but no inspiration. I had hoped that this previous month of relaxation would rejuvenate me, but it doesn't seem to have worked so far. If I have to wait until I've finished and recovered from year twelve, I may kill someone.

Oh well. So what have I been up to since September?

First order of business was filming Peter's puppet show NAP-time. This was an amazing experience, and all squashed into two days. I believe it was 11am-midnight (13 hrs) first day and 5am-3:30am (23 hrs, on five hours sleep). Exhausting, but very worthwhile. My person favourite bit of the shoot was filming Nancy the witch as (a.) I was a live-action character (I'll be the first to admit that puppeteering is not my area of expertise) and (b.) it meant that in my visually-imparted state (being glassesless and all) I had a blurry Nash attempting to flirt preppily with me (in a directorial manner of course!). Most amusing at any time, but more so at two in the morning. Being made up and looking so different was also highly enjoyable.

October and November sort of blur in together as a stream of assignments and exams. In the 8-week term, I think I had about 11 assessment pieces, including a Chemistry assignment that ended up being forty-four pages long! November one I did start NaNowriMo, and at a fairly heady pace too, but six days and 12/13 thousand words in I found it was way too big a commitment considering my then current schedule. But in the end I fared through it all well, with some results I was particularly proud of, as well as ones I don't get, and ones I deserve because I didn't try enough. I think my Chemistry results will be good for me, as I am dropping the subject (Hooray!) to pick up English Lit. (double hooray!), so those marks will count toward my OP!

December was fairly enjoyable. I spent the first two weeks in Brisbane with brother Peter, cousin Gavin, and mantaha Kate which was most good. Due to Peter's anti-social sleeping schedule I spent a little more than I would have liked alone, and due to my recent stressful term I didn't fell up to spending so much time alone, so it was good when I could talk to Kate of a morning, and miserable when no one was up or about. Apart from that though, I wrote a short script that we filmed, which was pretty damned gratifying. Back home I cleaned, and relaxed and spent time with the rest of my immediate family. Christmas was fantastic. Good food, great pressies, cheerful fights, romance movies, what more could one want?

Well, hopefully the new year will revitalise me and renew my creative energies. It's my last year of high school and I'm determined to enjoy it, and attempt to appreciate those people who, though close to me, I will not have much contact with when I do leave school. Of course, it will probably also be the most stressful and I won't have that my time for tending to to many people who aren't me. It's also my little bro's first year, which hopefully will be good. He really needs a new, better environment to the one he's been in (bullied :( and so forth) and fresh friendships. I know high school did me the world of good.

Right now I'm back at Peter's, ready to ring in the New Year tomorrow night (by now it's technically tonight, mind...), so LJ, I probably won't see you 'till then!

I didn't get as much written today, but I did get heaps done on my Chemistry EEI, so that's okay. I still managed to reach min word count. I'm thinking of getting up earlier tomorrow and do some more then, but we'll see, hey?

7,558 / 50,000 (15.1%)

Going well so far. I was hoping to hit 6 000, but no harm. There's no way I'm keeping this pace up, but if I can get heaps done now, then when school gets really busy it might be a bit easier. I would love to reach 10,000 this weekend, but even if I wrote none tomorrow (not going to happen!) I'd still be good.

I don't know whether to post as I go this year. I don't think it's as good as last year. The writing might technically be a bit better, but I don't know if it's as interesting, and I don't think it's particularly amusing, even though I tried to be.

5,516 / 50,000 (11.0%)

Well, today I did quite a bit of work, nicely padded with hours of procrastination. It was mainly school stuff, which I hope to finish tomorrow, but I might do stuff on NAP-Time or maybe even (shock and/or horror!) tidy my room.

When attempting to start my English essay (of which the first paragraph (still unfinished) has taken hours of procrastination to get where it is) I accidentally wrote this (which I much prefer):

Media today has become a strange powerful tool. It creates extreme, often wildly warped version of teens and young adults that all believability should be lost. But through some strange twist of events, more often than not, youth will attempt to become this image due to a burning desire to achieve “normality” and lower the risk of ridicule, thus the media gains its credibility.

Not great writing I will admit, but I like the message. Media is more of a weirdly rigged prophecy/bet than a recounting tool. I would hate to have to write this (I have no time/sufficient interest in it to do the research)v but if we had to hand in a concept/message/hypothesis then I would be so there!


On the lines of English essays (seeings as the seem to have popped up and all), The Breakfast Club is still a relevant piece of media right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Plus it's an excuse to rent it again.

I'm including a bit about the male adolescent magazine FHM and I thought I would include these gems:

"How to Murder a Lion"
"How You'll Die"
"Real Men Don't Cry" Was this actually an article about men being allowed to express emotions? Anyone got the October edition handy?
"50 Reasons Why TV is Better than Sex"
"How to Stab a Bear"


In other news I switched to DVORAK today, let’s see how it goes!

This would be more appropriate for Monday, but I wasn't feeling well then (we drove to Brisbane and I get really travel sick), besides I feel the need to buoy myself up now, not then.

So, seventeen years. It's a long time, all of my life really. Young, perhaps, in the scope of things, but then again 100 years can be the blink of an eye in the history of the universe, and an hour can be an eternity. It's hard to judge time really. But by all accounts, I do believe that in those seventeen years I've done things that I can be proud of, some things I've learned and grown from, and some things I've forgotten because they weren't worthwhile things to hold onto.

By the time some people reach seventeen, they may have done lots of small things to be proud of, some big things that will change the rest of their lives and some things that mean more in the broader scope of things. In some ways I've lived a very young and naive life. It's been comfortable, with two parents and two brothers, a normal home, only one major move which was for the better. It hasn't been 'romantically' interesting. I've never had a crush nor a kiss, let alone a baby! This doesn't really bother me. It hasn't led to heartbreak and misery, as I've seen some of my more tormented friends go through. So while I often resent being seen as "The Sensible One", I would hate to be otherwise considering.

I think I've achieved most of the "normal things", from potty training to learning to ride, a solid education, utilising a higher than average intelligence and so on. But I've also achieved some things that not everyone can claim, especially not by the time they're seventeen. The bigger ones to stand out are the fact that I've written two novels (admittedly one is rubbish, and the other isn't exactly publishable material), but both were written within thirty days and I'm proud of both. I've helped out on the film-sets of two pilot episodes of sitcoms (of course this is more Peter's claim to success than mine, but I'll take what I've got) and am about to take on a major part in another pilot episode, this time for a kid's show, which requires me to go quite the bit out of my comfort zone, but I am excited about.

Then there are just the little things that make like worthwhile. Friends, family, love, laughter. I've experienced joy and sadness. Perhaps not to the peaks and troughs of some people, but I don't think that this is necessarily a bad thing at this stage of my life. I've stuck to a belief and been a vegetarian for four and a half years. And above all I think I've come out a well-adjusted teenager, which in this day and age is considered almost a contradiction in terms.

Do you know what I would love? To be able to see comment left by my future self. Nothing big, not to know what I am doing or where I am or what I have achieved (though that would also bee cool), just little words of encouragement like "You're doing the right thing", or "It gets better, trust me", or even "Appreciate X 'cause boy are you going to miss it." I dunno, maybe I'm just feeling unsure or worried about the future (aren't we all?) at the moment. I think I'm just being silly.

Well it's the holidays and I was all ready to be organised and productive when... well, that internet, computer games and TV got in the way. Oh dear.

Anyway: between now and next Monday/Tuesday I hope to get these things done:

* Drama assignment. Shouldn't be a big deal, just 800-1000 words, it's just doing it that's the problem. Also: apparently the draft is due at the start of the holidays... Hopefully I'll get it done tomorrow.

* English assignment. This one's a little more worrisome, it needs not only to be done, but also requires effort to be put in. Effort?! what is the world coming to!

* Various NAP-Time related stuff. I need to make wrist things for the puppets (to prevent skin from showing), learn my lines, sort out voices, and practice puppeteering. A bit daunting, but again, I just need to get in and do it.

* I really want to get in and do some writing. Mainly editing Love and Biscuits, maybe thinking about NaNo for this year. Doesn't really matter, I just really need to get in and do some writing, I'm currently caught between the desire to let my creative side out and a weird writer's block brought on by lack of writing and stress. I hate it when I'm not writing. Drives me insane. Along those same lines, I would love to do some more drawing, but it seems to me that my drawing ties in directly with writing projects, so we'll have to see how they go.

So that's the next five or so days, then I have my friend's sixteenth (which I'm still not sure whether I'll be able to go or not). Following that is filming, then the last weekend of the holidays and term four begins!

Term four is always the fastest and busiest term (those two always go hand in hand, don't they?). It's only 8 weeks, which when you factor in exam block (two weeks) and bludge week (one week) it's a five week learning programme. Not to mention NaNoWriMo, ten assessment pieces, and various last term disruptions...


So that's the next ten weeks of my life, how about you?