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Sunday, January 16, 2005
VERY IMPORTANT NEWS!!!!!!
I have very important news everyone!!!! Are y'all paying attention? Good. Ok, I've decided for the new year, I'll get a new blog. Yep, that's right, you didn't mis-hear me. I brand spankin' new blog. Though, I'm not sure about the spankin', cause, Ewww...
Anyway,it can be found at:
http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com
Ok, got that? If you can'y remember it write it on your hand or something. =P
from midge.
PS. Anyone else noticed how new and different blogdrive is lookings? I haven't been on in waaay too long...
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
I think I'm having a mid-life crisis at the tender age of 14. Or maybe it's just being a teenager. Probabaly the latter. Women don't usually have mid-life crisis' until A) their children move away from home and they think they've wasted their lives. Or, B) Become old and wrinkly and realise they can't have children. Whatever.
OK, so I'm being a melodramatic teenager, and not going through a mid-life crisis. Same diff. But seriously, I had this major relavation thing today. I mean, and I didn't even go through any life threatening situations. Just all of it's own accord, up pops a major relavation. Or maybe I should call it a major question, rather than a relevation? Anyway, it is:
What am I good at?
I mean, yeah. I can play the flute okay, and write okay, and all that jazz. But what am I really good at? What makes me stand out from everyone else? Or is it just that I don't stand out from everyone else... I'm just another of the millions of faces in the crowd, and I'll never be brilliant.
Seriously, I feel kind of inadequate. I'm not the best at anything. Not even second best. I'm just kind of average. I'm not the smartest, or the funniest, or the nicest or the most beautiful... I'm just kind of... me.
Ok, I know I sound way self pitying, but deal. At least I haven't started writing crappy poetry full of over-the-top angst. Thank your lucky stars for that small fortune. Not that I would ever be tempted to write 'crappy poetry full of over-the-top angst'. It's just not me. Leave that for the rest of the world.
A while ago I was wondering what my passion was. At the time, all my friends had been talking about what they wanted to do with their lives etc. and I was left thinking: I have no passion. No passion meaning, nothing I love above all else. Sure, I like witing. But I also like writing songs, despite thefact I can't sing for sh- well, you know. I also like photography, and helping people, and drawing and climbing trees and... Just millions of things. But that's, I think is partly my problem. I like it all. I want it all. I don't specialise.
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that my passion was life. I was like, 'Yeah, that's poetic. Cool. I have a passion.' So that solved my teenage dramas for the time being. But now what am I best at? I can't say I'm best at life! Despite the fact I think the world would be a better place if everyone did live like me (=P), that's not the point.
I know if I talked to my parents, they'd think it was a self esteem thing, and be like, 'You're great at lots of things,' or 'we love you,' or 'you're the best at being you.' Well whoopdie fricken doo. Doesn't help. Because that's still not the point.
I guess it partly is related to a self esteem thing. I want to know what I'm best at. Better than everyone else (or at least the majority of the school population). Maybe I feel un-noticed? Which I guess I do. I mean, not among my friends. But everyone else. The people who I don't talk to. Most of them wont know I exist. Which means there's never a chance of getting to know them, just because I'm not out-going enough. Because I'm a fairly easy person to pass by. Because I don't stand out. And I hate just being another person.
I'm a capricorn, and that's supposed to mean I'm a high achiever. I guess this is just another facet of that: I want to be noticed. Not excessivly, not in the spot-light, just... more known, I guess? So that when someone mentions me at school, another person doesn't just go, who's that? I think I'm afraid of being unknown and un-noticed.
Oh, I know that'f self-pitying, self-centered and self-concerned of me... Well bleh. I'm a self-pitying, self-centered and self-concerned person...
But look! Even in that last line, I was trying to be rebellious. "I don't care what other people think." But now, even for writing that, even if I don't mean it, I feel mean!
.....
Man, I just read over that, and I make no sense at all. Just ignor the ranting peoples... We all know I do it, whatever.
But as stupid and teenager-ish as it is, I do, you know... Feel invisible that is.
Gawd, I'm just as annoying as Dawn!
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from tawny
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Saturday, December 11, 2004
Been a Long Day's Night...
It's been a while, yeah. But come on, peoples! First I just couldn't be bothered blogging, but I seriously haven't been on the net, or the compy at all, for, like, an entire week!
A way long week.
It seems weird to think that, last year, the only time I'd go on was one in a blue moon... You know a blue moon actually occurs once a year? Isn't that weird? I mean, I though it only occured once every couple of mill- ...Anyway by 'once in a blue moon' I mean: not very often. And now, I think it's weird to have not gone on in a week?
Anyway, onto the imporant thing: me, my life, and all involved.
A heap has happened. A lot has happened. Whichever way you want to look at it, a bunch of stuff has happened. Nothing life changing, mind you. Just a bunch of stuff. A bunch of stuff that, because of my incredibly short attention span, I can't be bothered recording. Basically, in more recent news (I can't even remember the old non-life changing stuff) we had this year bonding thing at school. And it was way fun. I mean, I was just about list the basics of what we did, but everything I thought ot lead onto something else, and can I really be bothered writing pages and pages at the moment? Hell no!
But during the bonding week I think we actually did make new friends, as weird as that is. And rebuild old friendships. And abolish crappy ones. OK, so I didn't do any re-building, or abolishing for that matter, but I'm sure that other people did. But I do think I did make new friends... or at least, new aquaintances.
It's upsetting me though. Because there wasn't enough time... Did we really build those friendships enough? And will our new aqaintance-relationships survive the weekend, let alone the six week summer holidays? I kind of don't think so, so now I'm in a slightly depressed mood.
Anyway, one a brighter note, this coming up week is the last week of school. And then I'm in Year Ten. God, that's a scary thought.... But I'll probabaly blog about that later.
But now I'm just in a fully depressed mood, and for no reason at all. Here is why, though... In case you were wondering...
1. The aqaintance-relationships wont survive the weekend.
2. I can't be bothered blogging about bonding week, but it wa so much fun and so much happened. And then I'll forget all about it, and never remember it.
3. And even though I'm upset about not being bothered to blog about bonding week, I'm still not going to blog about it, which makes me feel way lazy.
Man, I am so in a shame spiral! Gotta stop blogging, before shame spiral runs out of control.
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be,
Later.
from midge (I'm moving away from tawnyfawn)
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Thursday:
On Thiursday night I went to the Virtual Space thing with Spife, Weezy, Rac and Lam. It was just to get some hours done for science... it was actually suprisingly good! The machine they had there projecting images onto the roof cost about 1 million dollars! Woah, nay? Anyway, really not that much on an interesting night, but whatever.
Friday:
Went after school to K Cafe, and had a canolli AND an Iltalian doughnut! And that place is so bloody expensive, but I was really hungry. Went with (prepare for a list, peoples): Faith, Spife, Meis, Weezy, Psyco and-- was that it? I can't remember anymore...
Saturday:
My Mum took me and Spife, Meis and Lam to the deep space observatory so that we could get some more hours done for Science. We spent "three hours" there, which basically involved grabbing pamphlets and watching a short movie. She dropped me, Spife and Meis straight over to Spife's house where we whiled away the rest of the afternoon. At Dinner we took great delight in teaching Spife's little brother, Neb, all about vampires going 'grrrr' and getting him to wave carrots above his head. Hourse of fine holiday fun. That that we're on hols, but you get the picture... Anyway, we got driven to the C Shops for the Friday movie thing, and along the way we spent a few minutes waving to some girl in a limo who we didn't know... pretty sure they were going to a formal or something. Anyway, the movie was the Canberra Short film festival, and Faith, Neh and Nad also met us there. We bought food, talked to a crazy art teacher, and generally just had a good time. The movies were bloody briloant! OK, so some of them weren't so flah, but they were generally good. We missed the last two movies (except for Meis and Rah) becuse we went and watched the fire twirlers twirling, well, fire. Also swords on fire, which was pretty awsome. I wanted to watch the last to films but the only people staying were Meis and Rah, and just in case they started making out I thought I better make a quick exit... Faith wasn't going to sleep over, but her Bro forgot to pick herup and so she came back to Spife's house with me and Meis. We watched 'Pangs' which was really good, and some of 'Restless' but we fell asleep. And onto the morning....
Sunday: Went out for Brekkie. I felt really bad that someone else was buying me an expensive brekkie, so I got a croissiont with jam, because it was cheap AND tasty. Spife and I were then meant to go to the Botanic Gardens for Science, but we didn't want to, so instead we "went to" the Boanic Gardens. Read: mucked around on thew compy for the rest of the day. And this was the fatefull day we discovered Baby Mimi's fics.... She is a pure genious.... Classic stuff.
And after an eventful weekend, I am now back at school. Oh. The Joy...
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
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Sunday, November 14, 2004
Ok, last night I went to go see Starsky and Hutch out at the night-time open-air movie thing. Actually, the movie was pretty good! but it was so sad! Starsky (or was it Hutch) shot this little pony through a garage door because he though there were drugs in there. He opens the door, the pony whickers happily and then just keels over dead. Exciting stuff.
Though alot of it was way predictable. Like they'd drive a car onto a boat. Or that the evil guy would throw his girlfriend over board. Or any of the other things I predicted. The power is so with me.
Speaking of Star Wars, when the next movie comes out, when we go (we being whoever I go with) we have to take Salior Moon piccys in photo frames... or at least just the pics. It's totally a tradition.
And it was raining so we had to try and shelter from the rain under a tree, and then we drew peace signs and 'yay for capitalism' all over the ground in chalk, and then someone told us we'd get arrested, so we moved again (because it has stopped raining). Chalk is so freaking awsome! =D
Oh, and there's this statue in C Shops, on this ram on a thrown lying back and rolling his bum into the air. Then there's various rags, and vest/jackets (still with the staue peoples) lying around. And then in front of the ramthere's this sheep with a rag on her back. So when I see this staue, and actually think about it, here's how my out-loud-thinking goes:
"Oh, I feel sorryfor the oppressed and loney sheep. See, it has to carry rags for the King sheep, and it doesn't even have any horns to challenge the king sheep, so it can never become King sheep itself!"
Everyone else goes, "That's because the sheep with the horns is a ram, and the sheep without horns is a ewe."
"Oh my gawd! Then the loney and opressed sheep is the evil king rams concubine!"
Do you think I read too much into things? Another example of me doing exactly that is me analysing the freddo frog wrappers:
"Why is Freddo out at sea anyway? And why does he need a boogi board? Surely he can swim! And what's with the flippers he's wearing? Froga have webbed feet, he doesn't need flippers! And like anyone wears flippers while boogi boarding anyway!!!"
Another example is the mural of an Australian bush scene outside our Science classroom:
"Oh! Look how sad those two kanagroos lok! That's the male and that's the female! Oh, I know what happened! They lost their baby! See how the mother is searching the distance with her eyes! And the father is looking over his shoulder, as if he expects that if he just keeps doing that, his darling child will come back again! Oh, it's so sad!"
Now that I think about it, I really do read too much into things... And I have a tendancy to feel sorry for murals and statues.... Weird....
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
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Monday, November 08, 2004
When my Dad was trying to get my little sister to learn how to touch type, he bought her a Mario Teaches Typing 2 CD for the computer. And while all that is fine and well, there is something that really annoys me... On the cover of the CD is says, "Ages 6 - 101". I mean, come on! Like a 101 yearold is going to be using this CD! They could have just said "Ages 6 and up." But no... they wanted to do the stupiod thing. Below are my reasons, explaing why is it stupid (as if you nees reasons.)
1. Like a 101 yearold is going to be using a computer, let alone typing, let alone touch typing. They're too scared of the 'new fangled damn boxes' and are too busy being old and stuffy.
2. As if a 101 year old is going to be able to type. They're hands are probabaly so crippled with artheritis, that they can't even straighent their fingers. As if they'll have the movement to able to reach the middle finger from the 'k', all the way to the 'i'.
3. And, even if both options above are proved wrong, why on earth would stuffy 101 year olds want to be taught to type by a children's character. And not just any children's character. A children's character that is a complete anarchist, falls in love and never gets married, and wears blue and red clothes. Not to mention he says stupid things all the time, and when he hits his head on walls, and falls to the ground, instead of fainting, he just loses life points. Plus, he travels all around the various world he visits by plumbing. *cough*sewrege!*cough*
Anyway, my sister never learnt how to touch type, and now the CD just sits there in front of the computer. Mocking me! Mario mocking me with his mostach, and the CD mocking me with it's stupidness.
Stupid CD....
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
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Sunday, November 07, 2004
Oh, What a Weekend! (Toyota!)
*To the theme song of toyota* Me? Affected by advertising? Never...
Friday:
I thought it would be a rocky day! And what a rocky day it was... firstly, Mufti Day a.k.a No Uniform Day. Any day that has no uniform in fine by me... especially if it means you don't get kicked off the oval for being out of uniform. But the Senior Ensamble played in assembly, and we sucked so bad. Almost as bad as we were at the fete, which would be the next day. Anyway, I swear, I sucked to an excessive degree. And hiding behind my stand just couldn't save me from embarrassment. Oh, and meis is now going out with Neh. Did I already mention that? Well anyway, she is.
Oh, and while I'm on the topic of Neh, I shall just explain the name, shall I? It really should be rah, except I've already had someone on the blog called Rah, so I ghad to change his name and come up with something similar. What? What was that you just said? That I actually just didn't know his name?! God forbid the thought! =P
Oh, and after school we went to see some play, and it was bloody hilarious! Classic stuff. I won't explain it, because I just couldn't do it justice, but it rocked so many monkeys! I went with meis, faith, Spife, Nad and Tes (Nad's little sis). Afterwards w went to M Shops (with the same people, only also with Mot), and had various food stuffs, which is fine by me. After that, going home and sleeping comprised the rest of the night.
Saturday:
Fete! School Fete! But school on a Satrurday? I was almost ashamed of myself! =P But it was awsome. The SRC was selling Krispy Kreme doughnuts, which I'd never has before, and I have to say they were awsome! They were krispy on the outside, and creamy on the inside! Hence the name, I presume. Oh, and Spife bought so much random stuff, including a medicine cabinet, a Buffy book, a bread box and a lamp shade. Meis also got a huge inflatable bananna (HIB), which played a big part in the night. And there was the battle of the bands, I we all had fun intermittently booing and cheering. My god, there were so many people there! Especially when we were watching botb! The group which formed around us, sometimes there, sometimes not, compromised mainly of: Me, Spife, Yaz, Athy, Psyco, meis, Faith, Mot, Jono, Nad, Tes, Tes' friend (never got the name), Neh, IV, Brendan, non-crazy Sam, Pheonix and- Well heaps of other people. The HIB (huge inflatable bananna) was so popular amongst everyone at the fete that it actually got to ride on the hurricane, whih was cool. It was also stolen alot, and did crowd surfing in the mosh pit up at the front. That's right! A mosh pit-esque thing at a school event. Way too wacky... Spife and I also did light sabre fighting with glow sticks, before they were stolen and squirted all over everyone, so that they glowed. There was much tackling people as the bannana was stolen, and Pheonix kept on pretending to try to beat people up. At least I hope he was at least slightly pretending. Other wise that boy has anger managment problems... Also, after he accused me of breaking glasss and teddy bears, I out ice down his top, and then Faith had to save me from an untimely end. My school bad also played yet again, and my flute teacher came to watch. But then I ran off to put away my flute, and I couldn't find her again so I didn;t say bye. Well I felt really guilty and bad... I think the quote that describes me best that I said that night was: "And we went and patted the ponies, and then I patted the fire truck, and then we climbed into the fire truck." People also played ask a random, where you ask out, well, randoms. Cherri scored a carni. We also managed to raise almost $60 for WSPA, even though we didn;t even think we'd get 20. $50 in 15 minutes, no joke. I also wanted to buy a mini Barbie bike, but some sevvie got it first. Psyco also swore me to secrecy (on a topic that I can't say). It's all true.
So what did the Fete consist of?
Huge inflatable banannas, screaming people, terrible loud music, but we cheered anyway, photographs, doughnuts, scary rides, ponies, patting fire trucks, tackling people, strangers called Nemo, asking out randoms, sitting on the grass, Star Wars fight scenes, glow stick glowing on fabric, the rubber mat looking like the night sky, secrets, everyone laughing, throwing ice, feeling guilty and smiling.
It was a great fete.
Anyway, after all that Me, Faith, Meis, Psyco, Athy and Spife all went back to my house, ate food, watched Angel, and all fell asleep at different times.
And sure, I didn't get any homework done all weekend. So shoot me. I don't care. It was in the way end of the spectrum of worth it.
Dream Frequently (of glow sticks)
Blessed Be (ignore loud music)
later (can't wait till next year)
from fawny (who loves sherbert)
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Friday, November 05, 2004
Well, on Thursday Meis, Spife and Faith coerced me into going to the C Shops with them. It was a complete whim, and I had no money, but I was able to watch Spife buy much Buffy and Angel, which was almost as good as buying it myself.
Seriously, Spife bouth every other season of Buffy and Angel that she needed. She now has EVERY SINGLE SERIES of both shows, except season five of angel, and that hasn't been released yet. I mean, Spife hads this massive bag, just full of DVDs! Iwon't even go into how much it cost... *cough*hundreds!*cough*
Anyway, of the way home when Meis and Faith and I were on the bus, there were these two drugged up/drunk guys sitting behind us, having hilarious conversations. All three of us were just sitting there shaking in silent laughter. An example of their conversation would be:
Guy One: You're now my man-servent!
Guy Two: (mumbles something incoherrant)
Guy One: Shut the fuck up, manservent.
They were also really good at accents: scottish, irish, english, australian. You name it, they did it. Infact, they did so many accents, I'm not quite sure which countery they were from. It was bloody hilarios. They also rambled a lot about rain putting out the barbeque... in Englsh accents... Histerical and crazy. Best bus ride I've had in a while, really.
Oh, and then when I got home, I found out that some guy, also on drugs, had been accosted bu people who owed money too. The people bashed in his windows, and then the teachers put the school intolovk down, and they guys took some drugs from the guy who owed them money. It was all very dramatic... I'm quite dissapointed I missed it actually... I thrive off drama... Anyway, sp the school was in lock down for like, 40 min after school ended until thecops got there.
Yes indeed, it was a day of crazy men.
But really. "Shut the fuck up, manservent." It doesn't get any cooler than that.
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
OK, maybe not so Wacky, and more of the norm, but still... A day none the less, and any day is worth mentioning.
But, I am in full list mode, so I'm going to list the days events rather than just write about them... Can I handle the change? *ominous music* We shall see...
1. No flute! As much as I don't not like flute, I wasn't paticulary looking forward to my lesson today, because I so hadn't practiced my scales... do I EVER practice my scales?
2. Badminton in P.E. OK, so I'm not good at badminton, and I don't adore it, but it's better than volleyball, which my school seems to have an entirely un-natural obbsession with. Seriously, when it rains: we do volleyball. When it's the beginning of the term: we do volleyball. Whatever happened to soccer and kickball! Or even dodgeball (brutal game, dodgeball is...). Ok, but back to the point, no volleyball. Badminton instead. We played, we sucked, we left.
3. Photos in photography turning out. Eve since we stopped listening to the teacher, me and Athy's photos have actually been turning out. We are back on schedual. Yay! =D (That teachers sucks sooo many monkeys...)
4. Spife made crazy masking tape signs that read: 'If I'm not at the mental institution I'm lost' and 'Will dance for food' and 'I'm a loser, just ask me how.' Seeing as I love anyhting stupidly funny, it was a high point. Yes, I am pathetic...
5. On a bad note, I laughed at some guy on the bus when he mentioned he was named after a cowboy. To compound the humiliation, not one else laughed, except for Psyco, who was actually laughing at me, not with me. No make matters worse still, he's kind of a 'popular' person,,, but worst of all... I feel mean! Curse my concious! It's not like he evemn took offence, I just made my self look stupid. Not that that's any concolation at all...
6. In the afternoon Neh, Mot and Nad came to M shops to meet faith and Meis and give them tickets to some play that we're going to on Friday. The play has som,ething to with infedelity or something... all sounds quite strange. But anyway, not that I hung around to meet them or whatever, but this seemed as good a time as any to mention code-names for Nad and Neh. Both of which are friends of Mot, and we actually met through Nad, through Eggbert, Through Spife and- Anyway, rambling put aside, Nad and Neh both also go to G School with Mot as well, in year 10.
Hmmm.... I'm not sure how much that entry turned out as a list... it was way too paragraph-esque... Therefore making it definitly not listy... But whatever, I coped fine with the list... even though it wasn't a list.
See, I don't think I'd do well with lists, because I rambleway too much. Like, I can write lists about things I want to buy... but not about things I've done... It's just too hard. From now on, I shall not attempt to write blog entries about things I've done in list form, because I ramble too much...
Like I'm rambling now... Better go before I embarrass myself any further.... *skips off humming Buffy theme*
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
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Monday, November 01, 2004
Mad Scientist To Do List:
1. Breed snake and rat. Create ferret.
2. Breed Tellitubby and Hoob. Create Hoobatubby.
3. Breed Pope and Hitler. Create Bush.
Dream Frequently.
Blessed Be.
Later.
from fawny
Disclaimer: 2 and 3 credited to Brendan and Paul. 1 credited to my Mum.. her and her crazy, freert hating ways...
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stuffed, stunned, stunning, stupid, stylish, subdued, sublime, submissive, successful, sullen, sunny, super, superb, superior, surprised, surreal, suspicious, swamped, sweet, sympathetic, talented, talkative, tearful, tenacious, tense, terrible, terrified, thankful, thoughtful, thrilled, tickled, tipsy, tired, tormented, torn, tortured, touchy, toxic, tragic, tranquil, trapped, tricky, trippy, triumphant, troubled, twisted, twitchy, twitterpated, uncertain, uncomfortable, undecided, uneasy, unfulfilled, ungrateful, ungrounded, unimportant, uninspired, unique, unknown, unloved, unlucky, unmotivated, unreal, unsafe, unsatisfied, unsettled, unstable, unstoppable, unsure, unwanted, unworthy, upbeat, uplifted, upset, upside-down, used, useful, useless, vacant, vain, vamped, vengeful, vexed, vibrant, vicious, victorious, vindictive, violated, violent, virtuous, volatile, vulnerable, wacky, wanted, warm, wasted, weak, weary, weepy, weird, well, whatever, whimsical, whiney, wicked, wild, wired, wise, wistful, wishful, witchy, withdrawn, witty, wonderful, woozy, worn, worried, wounded, wretched, wrong, young, yummy, zany, zapped, zealous, zen, zesty, zoned, zonked. I am many things, so why am I always trying to confine myself with words? linkswww.peta2.com www.fictionpress.com/~tawnyfawn
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