| Had A Ball... |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|05:03 am] |
Sorry for the pun.
Last night was the Annual Village Ball... the SnowBall as it was this year. Yes, Shaun gave us a winter theme to play with. And (though not meaning to) gave me a reason to be as white as I am. Myahaha... who has a tan in winter, seriously? So I went white as a ghost, and unashamed. It should also be noted here that I have (again) managed to dye my hair black by accident. I swear, it was meant to be brown! Was also supposed to be wearing a red dress, but it decided this week to not fit - ended up in Emma-Lee's gorgeous black dress. Much love to Ems.
I got ready at about six, which was a stupid idea - seeing as the ball started at seven. But then, if I'm actually early for anything I think most people would have a heart attack. Being late to things has become like a community service now. I don't want people to die of shock. Anyway, rocked up and we found out we had two other people on our table. We put in a list of me, Sharn, Livia, Holly, Chris K, Em-Lee, Gilmore (Joshua), and Kristian. Probably should also be noted that I picked up Kris a couple of weeks back... *loosens collar*. Ehehehe...
We got two people put on our table, Paul and Pablo. Pablo didn't turn up.
I was the first to arrive from our table, having walked over with my college. Upon discovering that champagne was two bucks a glass, I made my decision to (just as on boat cruise) get myself wasted two bucks at a time. I'd already had two and a half by the time Em-Lee and the others arrived.
Great way to start the night. Buzzy happy feeling! People milled about and chatted, I spent a lot of time just talking to Kristian and Gilmore, and James. Some random chick grabbed my elbow, and asked if I was from Shepp. Apparently we went to the same school and she recognised me. Hmmm... yeah, I blamed the non-recognition on my part on the alcohol. Tamara something her name is, she graduated a year above me. But I'm running off topic.
The meals were pretty good. They had steak. I got two, because Kris is incredibly lactose-intolerant and had to reorder one without sauce... hehehehe, and they left the other one there. I also managed to pick the zucchini off Kris and Sharn's plates before they could stop me. Yeah, me and eating with other people when tipsy... not pretty. Fun though. For me.
There was a lady going about, selling singular roses. Paul bought me one, and I felt special... even though I knew that he was buying them for just about anyone. Apparently Dinga was stealing them and the lady stalked him until he paid for them. Emma was using my bag, and (Affiliate Cafe-ers will laugh here) swiped some of the table decorations. And cutlery.
At some point, I went out to the foyer... where the bar was. Must have been getting a drink. But anyway, I ran into Jarad from Sunbury - their Res Life Team Coordinator I think he is. He's on After Hours Assistance today.. ehehhehee. I knew Jarad from when we were on camp, we came dangerously close to picking up that weekend. But I'd promised myself I wouldn't pick up anyone - especially anyone from Sunbury. Apparently it's just as embarassing for them to pick up Villagers... ah well. I can handle that.
So anyway, I said hey... he said hey. We chatted for a bit, hadn't seen each other since camp so we had a bit to chat about. He asked if I'd like to dance, and I thought that sounded like fun. So we danced... and then we picked up on the dancefloor. I think. I can't really remember how that all started, but it sounds like a good explanation! I went back to our table for something, and they began presentations. Congrats to James who got Endeavour Resident of the Year... and a huuuuuuuuge congrats to Nurse Chris who got Villager of the Year. Both of them deserve it heaps.
Met up with Jarad again at some point. According to James, we were very close for the majority of the night... we realised we'd totally missed dessert. I was disappointed, I'd really been looking forward to dessert. We managed to find one untouched still on the Scumbury table. It was at this point I realised I couldn't use a spoon on my own, in fact, I had more chance of feeding the dress than myself. So, Jarad fed it to me.. and I attempted to feed him in return -- but it really wasn't working. And a side note: chocolate mousse + pick up = awesome.
I lost my phone. I don't know how, I don't know where... but I lost it. It was getting towards the time of night where phone numbers were being exchanged and people were leaving. Sunbury left at 12.30... kinda sucked. Anyway, I didn't have my mobile on me... didn't know where it was... freaked out big time. Looked under all the tables, still couldn't find it. Went to the bar to see if one had been handed in... none had. The nice barman let me ring my phone from his, but the music was too loud. So, I gave Jarad my email... which was kinda useless because I couldn't write straight and I also couldn't spell.
Fortunately when people started to clear out, and I tried ringing it again, someone answered it... and I now have it back. Oh happy day! Sunbury left, and Holly's Chris drove us home.
Here's the lists.
Stupid things I did:
- Hugged Monkey.
- Grabbed someones (possibly Monkey, could be Big Matty) arse.
- Picked up someone from Sunbury Halls (Don't regret it, but still... I'm a Villager!!)
- Lost my phone.
- Hugged Shaun and told him he's my favourite Chifley Res Lifer.
- Hugged Mary.
- Went back to the bar in four minutes after saying I wasn't allowed to for fifteen.
- Sat next to Kris for tea... not the wisest move I've made.
- Told Sid he was born to wear a suit.
And many more that I'm sure people will tell me about...
Scored a jacket from Jarad too.. hehehehe. He didn't want me walking home in the cold.. supposedly we'll catch up sometime this week. The cinema was mentioned. Sounds like fun.
But, that's enough for now. More when I remember everything I did.
~~ Mousie |
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| Pub Crawl, 2006 |
[Apr. 2nd, 2006|08:44 pm] |
Well.. what an interesting night! There isn't really any other way to explain it.
I came back from Bec & Jim's party about one-thirty ish, with Claire (who always follows me home ^__^), totally unaware that we planned to go at three-thirty. So, leaving Claire to her own devices in my room (such a nerd, she read my LF&A book... hehhe. Love ya anyway.) I had a shower, got ready... realised I should probably eat before a pub crawl, but had nothing that would be quick enough to eat. We wandered down to the shops, in an attempt to find food and get money out... I got money out, but didn't have enough for food. Plan B, and I went back to the Village. Claire headed back to Monash, and I went for the Chifley courtyard, where Dinga was eating a pizza.
Silly boy. He should know that if you want to eat a pizza, you hide in your room. Naturally, I begged a piece off him. He didn't want to give me a piece, until I told him I hadn't eaten anything. It was about this time, sitting around eating Dinga's pizza that the girls started to come out with brightly coloured Bonds singlets, and black texta writing all over them... 'Pub Crawl '06', and 'What Is??' and lists of the pubs we were going to visit. They looked pretty cool. Kat-Rat noticed I didn't have one, and offered me the spare singlet she'd bought. So I scored myself an official blue pub crawl singlet. Yay me!
Slowly but surely, we made our way over to the Sails, where all six colleges were gathering before heading off to the first pub - Dirty Dallas. We crossed the Village, and walked out to the bus stop. There was some thirty, forty odd of us. The bus was there when we got there, we nearly missed it - fortunately there were enough people heading towards the station that the time it took them to get on gave us plenty to cross the road. We squished on with general Melbourne public, innocent school kids heading back home from school and poor unfortunate people just going about their general business...
Of course, it was Tara-Squeak's birthday too. Naturally, that meant we had to sing 'Happy Birthday' for her. This was done loudly, and without concern for anyone else on the bus. It was mostly Villagers, of course... with many scared children and annoyed old ladies. One lady, strangely enough, belonged to us... yes folks, Cookie brought his mother on pub crawl.
The bus driver didn't seem to like our singing much, and asked us to keep it down. Stoo, being the kind *cough*, nice *coughcough* guy he is, had a bit of a chat to him as we cruised about Maribyrnong, and offered us to sing a song for him. And so out came the mandatory rendition of 'Hail to the Bus Driver'. The driver's mood changed after that... and we went on to sing 'Sweet Caroline... Bah Bah BAAAAAAAAAH!'. As the bus stopped at Footscray Station, another chant went up.. to the tune of 'Be Kind To Your Webbed Footed Friends'... 'Off the bus, off the bus, off the bus!' this was quickly followed eleven minutes later when a train to the city came around. Same tune, modified words... 'On the train, on the train, on the train!'.
Things were relatively quiet on the train. Or at least, as quiet as they get for the Village. We pulled into Spencer Street Station (which will NEVER be Southern Cross. Not to me.), and got off the train to the tune of 'Off the train, off the train, off the train!'. We did some walking, and made our way out to the first stop... good old Dirty Dallas. Can you say, sleazy strip joint?
Unfortunately, when we got there... it wasn't quite open yet. Us girls stood about in the freezing weather, the pub crawl singlets had been a good idea in theory. Not so good in practice. Getting towards frozen, we decided to find a place to hang out until Dallas opened. Across the road was Umbar, which was open. We crossed (screaming, as you do) and headed down into the tiny underground pub. It was squishy, but warm and dry... but somehow, Shano managed to get the pub next door to Umbar to give us free drinks. Why? Still not sure. But anyway, we got one drink card between four.. and there were four drinks a card. Which was pretty cool. Had myself a vodka and orange, which went down very fast. By the time everyone had finished their free drinks, it was time to head back over to Dallas.
Yep. That's right. They made absolutely no money out of us.
Dallas went off. A gazillion Villagers, how could it not? We milled about... pots were $1.50 which was pretty much well in my price range, had a couple there... we started writing on the Pub Crawl singlets with the textas we brought along with us. I became an honourary Canadian, courtesy of Tara "Terror" K, the Village's resident Canadian. We got pretty tipsy, Ash, Sam Girl and I were sitting together for a while, having a random conversation that somehow got onto this...
Sam Grl: Yeah?
Ash: Yeah.
Sam Grl: Yeah, naaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Ash: Yeah, naah!
So then we spent ten minutes just repeating that to each other, and giggling. It was high-larious. This of course got written on the shirts. Spotted Lachy, and decided to stay away from him for the night. Sam Girl was thrilled to find out she was Kendra's favourite Aussie... after a conversation that went something along the lines of this:
Sam Grl: You know, Kendra... you're my favourite American.
Kendra: Hey, you're my favourite Aussie
Chuckie: Oi!
Kendra: *giggles* I forgot there were other Aussies here...
Sam Grl: Jase? Kendra says I'm her favourite Aussie. Am I *your* favourite Aussie?
Jase: Whatever Kendra says is right.
So there you go. Snubbed by both Kendra AND Jase. ^__^
We did the group photo thing, and before long it was time to move on... move on.
This involved more walking. Walking is good for you. Especially in Melbourne, when it's raining and you're getting towards drunk. We walked in a line, us girls.. all holding hands and skipping. There was Chuckie, Emily, Netty, Mel, Sam Girl, Cole (who had been drinking quite a bit! Shock horror!), and myself. We skipped, and we skipped, until Netty started losing her shoe... she cried out for us to stop. Mel, being Mel yells out 'MAN DOWN!'... Netty fixed her shoe, and said she was okay. Mel yells out 'MAN UP!'. We continued skipping.
Poor random people who passed us, were confronted by Netty. Every person we passed, she said the same thing to.
'You've got a box on your head!'
Ermm.... right? Except, it was raining. I told Netty this, and she thought about it for a moment. She quickly decided that people now had 'soggy' boxes on their heads, rather than just boxes. We headed out to Pugg Mahones, in the city.. which is apparently the "Ruby's" for Melbourne Uni. Nice place. They boys stood around and played video games, us girls took advantage of the two-for-one deal. Netty managed to get two pints, when she only wanted one... and gave the other to me. It's all about free drinks.
It was at Pugg's that I ran into the Irish guys Terror had invited. On a trip into the city, Friday morning, Terror found a group of about ten Irish guys in town for the Grand Prix on Sunday. She invited them on Pub Crawl, and two turned up. Unfortunately. But at this point of the night, I thought they were okay, so I had a chat to them while I drank my pint. Nothing particularly exciting happened while we were at Puggs, it was a nice place though.
While we were standing outside Puggs, one of the guys from Barton - a guy by the name of Chris - decided he wanted to flip me over. So, without even consulting... I dunno... ME, he comes over, lifts me off the ground and flips me around. I screamed, and kicked.. I don't like being surprised like that. Back on the ground, and safe... Netty decides she wants to scare me as well. So I was lifted for the second time. Damn them.
Moving on to the next pub, more walking... more skipping. More of Netty losing her shoe. We walked through the Queen Victoria Market, all the stalls were closed.. and we found a pretty line of witches hats. Of course, that meant we had to put them on our heads. It was only logical after all. The downside, of course.. we all got wet hair. But that was cool. Literally. We made our way to Bev & Mick's, a backpackers pub, also pretty small... but after walking through the wet, you don't really care where you are. Chris, the guy who flipped me, felt bad about scaring me... so he bought me a drink. ^___^ As Dinga said many times that night, it's all about not paying for your piss.
The boys found the video games.. again.. and the Irish guys started picking up everything and anything. Sam Girl picked up Kendra... which just goes to show there are benefits for being someone's favourite Aussie. We'd bypassed the third pub we were supposed to go to, because they weren't going to give us the cheap drinks they'd promised.. I kept seeing Chuckie at Bev & Mick's.. running up to her and yelling out 'CHUCKIE!' as I tend to when I'm pissed...
We drank, we laughed... we moved on. This time, we had a tram ride. And what a tram ride it was... everyone from the Village crammed into one tiny little tram (along with whoever else actually wanted to ride the tram... poor Melbourne public) and yes, they were singing. We started up, with the old 'On the tram, on the tram, on the tram!', and ended up in an interesting version of Alouette.
It went as follows: Songmaster was Lachy, Doobie & Pack was whoever could sing without laughing.
Chorus
Aahlawetta, gentil Aahlawetta,
Aahlawetta, je te plumerai.
1
Songmaster: How I love her curly top.
Pack: How I (you) love her curly top.
Songmaster: Curly top.
Pack: Curly top.
Songmaster: Alouett.
Pack: Alouett.
Together: Oh-oh-oh-ohhh. (to Chorus)
2
Songmaster: How I love her bushy brows.
Pack: How I (you) love her bushy brows.
Songmaster: Bushy brows.
Pack: Bushy brows.
Songmaster: Curly hair.
Pack: Curly hair.
Songmaster: Alouett.
Pack: Alouett.
Together: Ohohohohhh.
3
Songmaster: How I love her criss-cross eyes...etc.
(And so it goes adding one more part with each verse to the
anatomy list to test the sobriety and memory of the songmaster.
Tradition would have the songmaster do a down down for missing a
part during the listing or otherwise screwing up the song.)
1 Curly top
2 Bushy brows
3 Criss-cross eyes
4 Broken nose
5 Lubra lips
6 Two buck teeth
7 Triple chin
8 Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig saaaaaaaaggy tiiiiiiiiiiits
9 Big pot belly
10 Moofy crotch
11 Ning Nong Knees
12 Smelly Feet
13 Shano's Mum
As we sang, the boys jumped up and down and thumped random bits of the tram. This is how Isaac broke a mirror... AND took the casing off one of the lights. Dork. We eventually got to Geebung, myself sitting on Netty's lap, and dodging the weird looks Lachy was giving me. Probably valid looks, I think now... knowing that Netty had already picked up Isaac's Jessie. But that's all irrelevant - I didn't pick up Netty. I love her, but I'm perfectly straight, thank you.
Geebung was cool... got attacked by the munchies. Netty and I decided (as we do) that we needed garlic bread, but would settle for wedges, which we could smell from the Geebung kitchen. Unfortunately, the kitchen was closed.. bastards! Stoo randomly decided to walk to Maccas, in search of food... and we followed. We got waylaid by a Domino's pizza store, and Netty and I got our garlic bread and some pizza... courtesy of Stoo's bankcard and a discount he talked the guy into giving us. Stoo works for Domino's, but is only supposed to get the discount from the store he works for.
Sitting outside Domino's, we had a big deep and meaningful, us three. We talked of many things.. Stoo apologised for picking me up, I shrugged. I'd been drunk, so I didn't really care. Netty's like a big sister... and Stoo's like a big brother. I'm just a bit Tasmanian, lol.
Back at the Geebung, I found Bec... one of my fave reslifer's from Chifley. She was well on the way to getting drunk, and quite happy when I found her. We had a chat about nothing, and I went back over to see what everyone else was doing. Kendra dropped (and broke) a glass... which Sam Girl won't admit to knocking out of her hand. And still, Lachy and I ignored each other. I don't recall seeing him there... but he must have been. The Irish guys were beginning to make pests of themselves, really annoying the girls. One of them kept coming up to Sam Girl, and sticking his hand in her back pocket. Ewww.
The next, and last pub was our good old favourite, Ruby's in Highpoint. It was another tram ride out... but somewhat quieter, because we broke off in smaller groups and left Geebung as we felt like it. Nevertheless, I was still stuck in there with Isaac and his Jessie. Isaac lay down in the tram, and refused to move to let people through. There was enough room for us all to sit, this time. It was the regular group, Sam Girl, Ash, Jase (without Kendra?!), Dinga, Kat Rat, Chris, Netty and Cole. We got off the tram, and started walking... we had to go into Ruby's the back way, because the shopping centre was closed. We found a shopping trolley, and a few people got a ride down the street... until it went into a curb and dumped Netty, Dinga and someone else (can't remember who) on the cold, hard road.
Getting into the Highpoint Carpark meant climbing through a hole in a fence... which is not easy for drunk people. Sam Girl fell over, but we got to the door of Ruby's without any further event. At Ruby's they decided they weren't going to let everyone in... by this time, I was pretty much sober, and got in without a problem. They made Kat Rat drink only water, and weren't going to let Mon in at all. Eventually, the manager came out, and made the power tripping bouncers let everyone in.. on accounta we go there every Tuesday.
The music was crap. The drinks were expensive. It was pretty sucky, actually... I had a bit of a dance, and wore Stoo's jumper. It was identical to the one I stole from Lachy (now returned).. and while I was wearing it, he was giving me some pretty odd looks. He came up to me after a while, and asked where I'd got it... and I told him. He asked when I'd picked up Stoo.. which was weeks ago. He seemed pretty annoyed about it - which I don't understand. Anyway. After a frustrating conversation, which centered around 'But WHY did you pick up Stoo?', I went back to dancing.
Closing time came around, people started clearing out. I ran into Lachy again, who seemed to have trouble walking. Sam Girl and Cole were walking Sam Guy and Dinga out, with the assistance of Squeak and Lucus... they were way ahead of me anyway. Lachy's room mate was already long gone. I wanted to have a decent chat with Lachy, so I walked him home.
We did have a good talk. A really good one. The guy has issues, I swear. I lectured him about random things all the way to Blair Street, and we settled a few things.
Meanwhile, Sam Girl, Cole and Squeak were having some trouble.. Dinga, who had decided he wanted to steal numbers off the Safeway Petrol sign, was disappointed because they'd taken the bottom two prices down. He wanted the top ones, but couldn't quite reach. So, hand above his head, he reached up to try and get them... smashing his face against the sign, and breaking a huge chip off his front tooth. Dinga thought his whole tooth was gone, and decided that was it - he wanted to throw himself in front of a car. He was dragged back to the Village, and into the courtyard where Sam Girl and Cole had a screaming match with him, trying to get him to go to bed. It was Lucus who grabbed him, dragged him upstairs and into his bed.
Back at Blair Street, Lachy didn't have any keys. They weren't in the usual hiding place, either. He rang Doobie, who was already in bed and made him come out and open the door. Doobie was surprised to see me -- I hadn't intended on going inside. I certainly had no intention of going up to Lachy's room. But I did (he has his bed set up now!! No more mattress on the floor!), and watched Lachy trip over his printer three times, and listened to a few songs on his computer. One of which, was 'Me And My Monkey', by Robbie Williams. It was freezing outside, and warm inside... very tempting to stay. So I did. Nothing happened, just listened to Lachy's sleep talk. He does it all the time. And he steals the blanket. Actually, I don't think I was any warmer in the end... 'cept when I got cuddles.
That was nice. ^___^
I woke at about eight, to Lachy shaking my shoulder... telling me I had to leave on accounta Bort would go ape if he knew I was here. It was another of those 'sneak out' things. I'd figured it would happen, but the idea of going out into the rain was not nice. Nevertheless, I walked back to the Village in the cold... and caught my bus to band.
And that was pub crawl. |
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| Electronic Communities.. The 2006 Excuse To Surf At School |
[Mar. 13th, 2006|05:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Lonely and Bored. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None. At School. | ] |
That's right, I'm back.
Where am I now? I'm at Victoria University... my Electronic Communities class to be exact. We're learning about Blogs, hence my inspiration to post once again. I thought you all should know that, and that my teacher came and read this. It's an interesting class...
www.pmcsherry.com/ec <--- that's the link to stuff we're doing. It was made on Front Page, which is the program we're doing most of our work on. I'm annoyed... I went through learning DreamWeaver, to do Front Page?? Talk about a downgrade!
And I hate public holidays too. I have to go in twenty minutes because the bus doesn't run long enough for me to get home tonight. It comes every hour, and only runs until six. How stupid! I have class until eight o'clock...
Ah well. I gotta go... and do actual work. Cheers!
<3
Lillie |
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| From Information Processing & Management (11am-11.49am) |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|11:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Songs Hyped on Quicktime by Mick & Trent | ] |
Here I stand (or sit),
In a class, which is s***.
Jono sits beside me,
His hair is so fiery,
I think I need my sunnies.
Mick is a dork,
He eats with a spork,
Which just goes to show,
Nerds don't know much about cutlery.
Trent is playing songs on fast forward,
Quicktime is quite amazing,
So is my inability to consistently rhyme.
Or, for that matter,
Make each section the same size.
Quite odd when you think about it.
Lets talk about my day.
Today I had music,
At which I lose-ic.
Except today, we did an essay...
Which I so damn rocked.
Yesterday was cool,
Didn't have much school.
Only one class on Wednesday,
You gotta admit, that's awesome.
Specially cuz it's English.
Oh, by the way!
I just have to say,
I got my creative writing marks back...
What a WONDEFUL SAC!
(Can you tell I got a perfect score?
The type I adore?
Ahahaha.)
So why, you ask,
Do I insist,
On writing bad poetry...
It's probably more prose,
Really it shows
Just how damn bored I am.
Kyee isn't online.
Damn.
I shouldn't be here anyway,
Seeing as I'm out of internet time.
But I found a way,
In the form of a nerd,
With bright orange hair..
He's sitting right there: ------>
He logged in for me. *grin*
Sometimes I feel,
That I am stuck behind the wheel,
And constantly drive into innuendos.
Like the one above,
Which is really rough,
But hilarious if you're thinking dirty.
So, cheers I say,
I"m bored of this already.
Comment if you will.
Here's a challenge:
Write back to me in bad poetry.
I dare you.
Class is so boring...
I think I'll start snoring............ |
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| Oh My God... It's an Update! |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|09:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Crappy. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None. | ] |
Yeah, let's all be surprised... because I'm sure the many people who don't read this are gonna be terribly interested in what I have to say. Anyhoo, as I promised Tash an update to my overly boring life, I thought I could at least do her the honour of logging in and chucking something up.
So, what has been happening this week? Nothing really. Don't have any room for anything. Look at my schedule!
Monday (Which be today) ::
Per. One: Fail maths.
Per. Two: Whine about failing maths.
Recess: More whining and eating of sugary stuff.
Per. Three: Realise am no good at music, despite loving the heck out of it.
Per. Four: Realise that I have no interest in Psychology either. Or the SAC we're doing.
Lunch: Go to shop for chips, and consolation lollies.
Per. Five: Whine more about Maths, play Monopoly on PDA.
Per. Six: Stare at a piece of paper and hope it suddenly turns into an essay on Gattaca.
After: Concert Band rehearsal.
Tuesday (This being tomorrow) ::
Per. One & Two: Hastily study for Maths SAC, which I will fail. Get Mick to help me write cheat sheet.
Recess: Spend time buried in Maths book.
Per. Three: Convince self Maths is not worth losing sleep over.
Lunch: Ignore possible Psychology class, go to shop instead.
Per. Five & Six: Fail Maths SAC, walk out early... go to Art.
After: Jazz Band rehearsal.
After That: Panic.
After That: Mock Music performance Exam.
After That: Wallow in self-pity.
Wednesday (This being the day after tomorrow) ::
Per. One & Two: Magically make piece of paper turn into Gattaca essay. Get Creative Writing SAC results.
After: Go home. Buy pretty dress. Wallow in self-pity. Vow war on English and Maths teachers.
After that: Book table for Alfresco's. Go to tea with most awesome friends, possibly lose at Trivia. Again.
Thursday (This being the day before Friday) ::
Per. One & Two: Suffer incredible humiliation in the face of year eleven know-it-alls in Music. Fail Music SAC.
Recess: Whinge about year eleven know-it-alls.
Per. Three: Sleep through IPM Questions.
Lunch: Go to awful rehearsal of group which will not do well in Performance Exam. Don't eat, because there is no time.
Per. Five & Six: Go to Psych starving, beg an orange off someone. Wallow in self pity and realisation that there are only four weeks (if that) to said performance exam. Play Monopoly on PDA to escape the monotonus wallowing.
After: Go home, have nap.
Friday (This being Friday) ::
Morning: Wake up.
Afternoon: Actually wake up.
Late Afternoon: Get dressed, ensure Mum doesn't go anywhere near Parent-Teacher Interviews.
Later Afternoon: Make myself some form of pretty.
Early Evening: Go to GV Voice.
During Early Evening to Late Night: Perv on guys in suits.
See? No time for ANYTHING! I have an English, Maths, Music, and Psychology SAC this week... the exception being IPM, which is early in the new term. It sucks, it really does. Does anyone CARE that I'm maybe already a little stressed, and rattled with year twelve? The brightest part of my week is (of course) the bit where I get to see guys in formal wear... that AND the weekly addition to Van Von Hunter... which has been and gone this week. Ah well.
I'm seriously going to be a wreck by the end of this year.
But in lighter news, here are a number of places where you can find me online. Provided anyone ever reads this journal ::
DeviantArt (A gallery comprising second-rate artworks of rushed and hurried done-in-psych standard):
www.mousie122.deviantart.com
Lemon (Where I am the forum Administrator, making the best of a yellow board):
www.s12.invisionfree.com/lemon
Cheers, and I hope you enjoyed my whingeing.
~~ Mousie |
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| Signs Of The Times |
[May. 6th, 2005|10:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hyper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None... Melbourne / Adelaide at the Telstra Dome... Yippee. | ] |
Dear me... school has been a bitch lately. Seriously, it's driving me mad.. I've completed an English SAC, and an IT SAC... both WELL before I was supposed to, and there's nothing I can add to either! The one thing that saves school, is the lunchtimes. At lunch, Mil, Shezz, Kate, Mossie and I (plus anyone else we can drag along, but that's the general group) go a-walking down Parkside, to the shop, and order our usual.
Our order: Four dollars chips, well done... (key ingredient) DOUBLE CHICKEN SALT! Yummy. Oily potato-ey chicken salty greasy yucky chips.
The novelty of this has not worn off yet. Largely because we can escape the younger grades (or at least, are supposed to be able to.. there's a rather abnormal amount of students disobeying the rules!!) and that means year elevens as well. The downside? Well, sometimes we get Hangers-on, and they aren't fun. People we don't like, who can't take hints. Drives me bloody mental, but kehehe.. Donkey didn't come with us this time.
I'm so nice.
Anyway, the other day, we were in the shop waiting for our chips, as you do. Sitting, looking around... be warned, it was a Monday, so we were pretty crazy. I'd just had Music and Psychology, Mil had English and Media, Shezz had Psychology and Private. So we were pretty insane, being that most of us use these classes as an excuse to eat sugar, sugar and more sugar.
We started with the usual jokes... about the Wicked Witch of the West, Showbags and Sheep.. and then, for some unknown reason, Kate read out the Tally-Ho sign.
'Licked by millions.'
Now, when you've just been discussing a cross-dressing year twelve witch, free shags and Kiwi's, you can bet we laughed at that. Thus, our search for insanely dirty signs began, and boy did we find them.
'You can't beat Streets'... got a nice laugh, a misread of 'Please do not sit on the freezers' (misread as 'shit', not 'sit') got a standing ovation from those who didn't have seats...
Behind the cigarette counter: 'Coke. You know you want it.'
Consider our frame of mind. Shezz was in tears, I had a sore stomach... Mil just kept reading.
'Vodafone: Get it here!' *snort* It was becoming too much... Another one (can't remember what it was for) 'Have it your way' got a few interesting comments about Mick.
A local notice for one of the guys who lives about Drugside Drive (Parkside) also stood out, advertising his Garden 'Mainternence' ... we wanted to know if he ever took 'Mainternity Leave'.
However, it was this local one, that given our state of mind, and level of hype at the time had us literally rolling on the floor laughing our arses off.
'Winter's Coming! Get your REMOTE Roller door installed now, before you get WET!'
Is it just us, or is there something seriously wrong with that? Now all you have to do to make Shezz laugh is say 'Roller door.' Hilarious, truly hilarious.
Anyway, we eventually got our chips, and they were nice... Mil and I had a challenge to see who could eat the most chips without having a drink... and this was hard! Honestly! They were CAKED in chicken salt! I lost, but I hadn't had a drink in longer as well, so it was a rather unfair exercise. Mil still lords it over me though, but it wasn't really fair.
That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
We were finishing up, when we saw a truck. After the 'firetruck' episode in year 8/9, I've never been able to say 'truck' without thinking another similar word that rhymes. Which was just brillian, because guess what was written on the side of this truck?
'Truckloads of fun.' A Streets truck, it had icecream... but dude!! We laughed all the way back down the Hell Road! And were still rolling when we got back to the VCE Centre.
So yes, that's my lunch time... will have to take a picture of all this.. It's too funny really. I also drew a picture that described the situation perfectly. It also had the Frosty Boy in it... his slogan?
'Often licked, never beaten.'
Poor guy. |
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| Stranger than I dreamt it... |
[Apr. 7th, 2005|03:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tired... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Again, none... cos I'm boring. | ] |
Allo again... no, no updates on school, as it sucks and is evil.. and I don't have to go back for another week and a half! YAY! Oooooh, and I think my parents may just be in a different state for Parent/Teacher Interviews... so that's a DOUBLE YAY!
Anyway, I had the oddest dream last night... as I often do...
Ye see, for a start, I was at school. Which is okay.. I frequently have dreams which involve the loud explosive end of my beloved learning environment... except, it wasn't the school I'm currently at. Instead, it was a biiiiiiiiig corridor with classrooms, exactly like my old primary school, but it *wasn't* my old primary school, cos it said WPSC on the front of it.
Every now and then, along the corridors, were photocopiers. Don't ask me... maybe they decided that things were less dangerous without a 'Photocopy Room'? I've heard stories about those... but anyway.
First thing I can recall, is sitting in the same classroom I was in in Grade Six, except I'm year 12, and still crosslegged on that garish blue (Use the sliders: R = 0, G = 0, B = 255! Honest.) carpet, picking at it as usual, when all of a sudden my teacher (Again, the same one from grade six... except I *know* I'm in year 12..) announces that we're having visitors.
From... Perth? Yers... so it would seem.
And then, this giant Illi (No joke. I've got very little proof of what she looks like... and yet somehow my imagination has made her live and breathe in my head... at about twice my size.) walks in. I cannot remember for the life of me if Lo and Ekki were there... though I don't think so.
The giant Illi comes and sits beside me, and I'm feeling a little odd by now. I'm thinking... yers...
Then the phone rang IRL, and I woke a little. Like the tired little girl I was, I ignored it, and went back to sleep.
And found out our visitors were leaving! Completely odd... cos I've never had a dream pick up like that before... though I wasn't really that awake... and I was trying to show Illi something (By this time, she'd shrunk to about the same height as me). And she had to leave, so I'm frantically photocopying this stuff for her.. and then we walk out of the school.
But it isn't how I remember it. It's not GSPS, and nor is it WPSC! Whoa, people... we're in Warrandyte all of a sudden! Don't ask... I don't know either... and there's a heap of smartly dressed hot guys standing about, asking Illi if she's ready to go back to school.
Then the phone rang again, and it was my Mum... and I had to answer it. Strange dream... or at least it was odd when I dreamt it. I think I've been spending too much time online...
Damn you Milne!!
:P
~ Mouse |
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| Hmmm... and Welcome. |
[Apr. 7th, 2005|12:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Biah... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None... Nan's in bed. | ] |
Yes... yes, it would seem I've got up off my boring backside, and finally started to write in this thing. It shall be... journey of the Mouse, as she struggles through year 12, picks up all sorts of nasty habits (she is now 18, after all...) and makes some futile attempt to pass at the end of the year. So, here are my aims:
Maths: I would like to do well. This is hard, because I suck at it. Seriously.. just recieved back a test that was graded 12/30... most of the right ones were the 25% you're supposed to get right in the Multiple Choice. Yay for me. We should like to see this go up...
Psychology: I'm not bad at this... though I could study more... Yes. I shall study more.
Music: Heh. I should practice. Like, actually take my instrument out of it's case on days when I don't have Senior Concert band... it would be rather a good idea, methinks... I never practice, because I am naughty. And that sort of attitude in VCE Group, does NOT help. I shall also learn to read Bass... seeing as I can't, and it may help me in the Aurals... (May? It will, damnit!)... oh, and actually learn the difference between the seventh chords. MAJOR SEVEN SUS 4! I always get that one though. Kinda hard not to, when there's an interval of a second plonked in the middle. *loves that chord*
English: Aaaaaaaah... my bestest subject... though I needs to write better language analysis's. I get so lost in them, I end up with a mini essay that waffles on about nothing at all. Essays are my strong point... Oral's aren't. Although, we've already done the one we have to do for the whole year (YAY!) and I got... [ wait for it!! ] 28/30! OMG! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Info Tech: Uuuuuuuuurgh... to actually make it out alive would be nice. I don't know how many more times I can explain why people are important to an information system before I go completely bonkers. That, and Apple Macintosh hates me (And I bloody hate it back, too!) and they make us use the evil eMacs at school... *shudders*... Dreamweaver and Fireworks are the demon children... Photoshop is an Angel. *nods*.
Overall, I'm aiming for an ENTER Score of 88.55, to get into Arts/Education at Monash University in Clayton, Melbourne.
That is what I want from school... other aims I have..
LATIN DANCING! SO WANNA LEARN IT! My goodness... the demo at the assembly was soooooooo good, I was like... WHOA! Signed up for the free workshop in the Shine Festival (Brought to you by Word and Mouth!), so hopefully that will be cool.
Work is a bitch lately... all sorts of problems in the cafe... the dishwasher blew up, Kristy hates half the staff, in fact, most of the staff don't get along... me, I laughs it all off. Yay for me, who can laugh at almost anything.
I also got my hair cut today, and it looks all spunky, but no one has noticed, which makes me sad. Even my own Dad didn't notice... *sigh*... I mean, I'm only missing about... hmmm, six or eight inches!!! Gaii...
Enough of my ramblings for now. |
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