Grinch-y rant.

I'm thinking about spending next Christmas overseas.

Oh, I know, Christmas is supposed to be the time you spend with your family blah blah. So I'm a bad person.

Its just, my family is my grandparents, my mum, Sandy and Kady. All people who live two hours from me and who I see semi-regularly. I'm not religious so the day holds nothing beside lunches full of foods I don't eat and present-swapping that I can do on any day.

Again, I'm probably horrible and sounding grinchy.

Its not that I don't like Christmas. Man, I love Christmas. I just hate Christmas in Taree. I left this place for a reason, why do I need to come back here for a day that SHOULD be awesome?

So next year, I'm not gonna. Decision made.

The Christmas season has officially begun for me. Finally. In years past, I've always just managed to mostly ignore Christmas duties, tagging onto my parents/Sandy and not paying all that much attention to it. This year, I've been a bit more proactive.

Mum, Sandy and I piled in the car and drove to Wauchope to see one of my great-grandmothers. My aunty and her two boys are up from Melbourne, too, which is pretty rad. Except I'm used to being the tall guy in the family. I go to hug 15 year old Troy and realise he's almost a foot taller than me. While I'm recovering from that, 16 year old Lucas comes in for his hug and he's at least a foot and a half taller than me. Wholey moley.

I somehow convinced my mum to let me drive her car. She hasn't let me in it since I was on my Ls. To be fair, her car is fairly new. And I wasn't a very good driver... but now I reckon I'm pretty awesome at it. Sandy, not so much. She was in the backseat with Kay grimacing around the mountain roads at Wauchope.

On the down side, I wasn't aware of how lovely my family members are. The boys, Sandy, Kady and I were sitting out on the verandah chillaxing (read: we were really fucking bored). A wander into the kitchen to refill drinks found the grown-ups having a discussion about how all Americans are fat, loud and arrogant, how Murray got mugged by "two big fuckin' black niggas" in the US and then an in-depth discussion about how useless the coons are and how the government gives them too much. *sigh*

Now I'm at my mums step-mums place to see another great-grandmother. Im having trouble blogging cos I'm being distracted by my mums half-brother. To give a bit of backstory on him, I'll give an example of why he is now "so fuckin' cashed up, man". About... a year or so ago now, he was on one of his infamous drug deals that go so wrong. He was shot in the face by one of his customers.

So yeah. I'm duelly pitying him for existing while being scared shitless of him. He's trying to make conversation with me but its not really working cos when he asks me a question, I get a maximum of three words out before he relays a story of his own that answers his question. Tis hard.

And there's plenty of pot around, it stinks. Funnily enough, the teens/early adults are the ones shaking their heads at the lame grown-ups with the drugs.

I'm sure I have plenty more adventures coming with the various strands of my family. Maybe I should start writing a book.

My sunburn didn't peel!

Yet. I got burned on Sunday... so I'm gonna go ahead and assume I'm a bronzed god-like figure by now. Almost god-like. I'm Hercules.

And let's hope that Hercules is immune from skin cancer.

I'm not sure what's happened in the past month or so, but life suddenly found a whole new level of awesome. While I used to use this as an almost-catalogue of outstandingly awesome/terrible things that would happen to me, I find it difficult to pinpoint things that are standing out because everything is just... fun now.

Beach visits, too much ice cream (with too-close calls of being caught naked), mini-road trips, hospital visits, awesome books, mucho swooning, rad gigs and lots of new friends. Oh, and the new foods... frak yes.

I kind of feel like I'm wondering what I've been doing for the past little while. Yes, I started dragging myself out of boring slums when I left Taree but then I fell back into routines of long periods sitting at home and being bored. Mess built up around me as I became intensely lazy (heh) and just spent far too much time sitting around wondering what I could be doing.

Idiot. Things are happening now, though, and it's all good stuff. Proper road trips, gigs, christmas lights... other important stuff that shall remain off my blog. Life is pretty frakkin' brill.

That said, I do feel shitty that I've seen so little of the Parkhillians. Random gettogethers like Trents remind me of what I'm missing. Maybe once the holidays are over and things settle, we'll start hanging again...

In other awesome news, I no longer have anything to do with the wench that is Jameseth. I miraculously found someone to take over the contract for his phone and I drove all the fucking way to Branxton to grab the comics of Mikes that he was threatening to burn (dick!). In my memory, Brano was only 40 minutes or so away... turns out it's about twice that. My poor old car decided she needed a break on the way home and died. Thank gods I'd just picked up a box from James' with photos in it. Not so good part? Mark finding old photos of me hilarious. But what made up for that? Finding pictures of certain wenches dressed as a woman. Yes, this will come in handy... but back to the point: I can now leave that part of my life well and truly behind.

I have to go to Charlestown now to renew my licence... not that I can really afford to do so...

I love...

...that technology has gotten to the point where I can stand in line at the bank, venting my frustrations by writing a pointless blog.

What I don't love as much is the old woman behind me trying to read what I'm typing. I think she's testing how easily I'm distracted cos she keeps trying to slip in front of me in the line.

I got my braces off this morning. It was nowhere near as painful as I was warned by various people that it would be. The worst part is just the mental images as you feel/hear the crunch of individual braces being snapped off one by one. But Westley taught me to take my mind to a happy place when you're being tortured and it makes it al better.

Old Woman, stop looking. If you can read this, frak off.

Stupid bank! And stupid Christmas shoppers! I'm going to be late for work just cos I need to pay rent. Speaking of technology, I need to organise this money exchange thing so that its all done without the need for a me...

Sick of feeling shittyyyyyyyyyyy.

A Very Parkhill Christmas...

...was last night. So there was no pizza. But there was these awesome little rectangluar potato things that Trent always seems to serve...

I felt kind of awkward for the first little bit. It's been weeks and weeks since I was at a proper Parkhillian get-together. We mostly sat around outside, catching up on everything and talking about oh-so-appropriate-for-dinner topics such as what herbs would taste best on human flesh. According to Annie, it would depend on their nationality (lemon myrtle for Australians, in case you're wondering). Once the Chrissie crackers were popped and the sun went down proper, things seemed to chill a lot more. Except my stupid cracker didn't have stickers?! As such, my paper hat was plain and boring. Hmph.

Then came the kamikaze beetles. I love that my best friends are terrified of beetles. I know that makes me a slack person but it provides me with endless hours of amusement.

The movie sucked balls, so Annie and I ended up in the kitchen. Then came Sarah. In the end, the whole party ended up sitting on the tiled floor in the kitchen while the muppets rambled on in the other room. High fives for starting a trend. There may also have been photos of me whoring around the room. Hmm.

A few hours of freaking ourselves out with ghost- and break-and-enter- stories rounded off the night. Okay, so as a second-hand story, I haven't done the night justice. It was so brilliant just being around these people again and remembering why we all click so well.

Also incredibly saddening knowing that it's probably our last real Parkhillian event. =(

At least we have Trent's farewell tonight. Not everyone will be there but it will be brill nonetheless. Probably. I forgot to report my earnings so I don't actually get paid 'til tomorrow. That means that I will no longer be attending in dress. Nor will I likely be drinking. So less brill than originally intended.

Today is the work Christmas party. The kind where we're taking all of the kids to the local pool. ALL of them. I'm scared. If only for the precious eyes of all the pool-visitors who will be subjected to the blinding light reflecting off my pasty white body. Heh.

Disco-clad stalkers.

I see the world in a very wide-eyed way and I'm happy with that. I can do something a whole bunch of times or see the same landscape-view every day and still think it's awesome.

The world is pretty fucked up, though, when people see that as strange. I don't want to feel weird or like I'm being childish for being happy. I enjoy as much as I can of my life and I don't want to be labelled as something that is odd because I'm not cynical and/or jaded.

I guess labels are an issue for me. .

I've been on a bit of a kick today. I'm starting to recover my motivation for actually doing stuff again. I've had enough of letting crap pile up around me just because I've only got myself to worry about. It's time I got up off my arse and got myself organised again. Good feeling.

In other equally-exciting news, tonight is the Parkhill Christmas get-together. I can't flippin' wait. It's been so, so long since we got together as a group... stupid life stuff getting in the way. It sucks -- a lot -- but it'll be brilliant to have such awesome people together again. Leesh's presence will be sorely missed, though =( I'm envisioning mucho catching up, very little actual movie-watching and hopefully pizza. Pizza would be a definite plus.

Sidenote: I keep finding all of these small, circular pieces of reflective material around my house. Little mirror-like disks, only a few millimetres wide. I just found another sitting on my big toe. What the hell, man? I can honestly think of no reason I keep finding them or where they are coming from. Except now I'm envisioning some sort of disco-clad stalker sneaking around my house when I'm not home... and I'm scared.

So, life at the moment? Very different. I'm not sure what it's all heading toward but for now, I'm not complaining. I'm doing a lot of things I've never done before. Dancing, for example. At G. Perhaps I am acting like a tourist (=P) but that's sheltered old me. I'm just going with it all and hoping it doesn't end up in a burning pile of flaming debris.

Turns out holidays aren't as bad as I thought.

Job offer

I've come across an interesting (also flattering) dilemma.

I had just started work today and had to go pick up Taen from the hall at Mayfield West Demonstration. I kinda interrupted some presentation and it was semi-awkward. One of the Stage Two teachers, Mrs Millar, approached me. (I know who she is from prac: she was the psycho teacher who loved to embarrass children at assembly by explaining what they'd done wrong two days prior in front of their whole stage -- go back to uni, lady, and do some 1004/1005: affective filter, anyone!)

...Millar was wearing no make-up. Normally, I wouldn't mention that but I couldn't stop staring at her face -- I was kind of zoning out, trying to figure out why she looked so weird...

Anyway, from the snippets of conversation I caught, she was telling me that I'd apparently been the hot topic of conversation amongst the teachers at Mayfield West. The silly woman thought I was in her class to begin with (I was two classrooms up -- shouldn't you remember something like that?) but that's not really part of the point. Apparently, the teachers had thought I was 'impressive and mature' on prac. Not seeing how they gleamed that considering I only interacted with my classroom teacher but okay, let's roll with it. She said that the teachers were impressed I'd stuck around for 'other projects' and that I'd 'strengthened my ties' with the school by getting a job at WEMOOSH. Mostly, I just needed a job and they gave me one but man, this is all adding up in my favour. All of this combined with the fact that Millars two kids go to my oosh and I get along really well with them has added up to a bunch of teachers thinking that I'm pretty rad.

Millar then goes on to tell me that a few of the teachers aides are leaving and won't be back for '09; they need replacements and would I be interested?

So here's the dilemma.

On the one hand, I could choose to favour uni. In this decision, I would enrol in 4 units next semester as planned and remain with that number. I'd stay on the same amount of income (just enough to get by) and finish up in 4 years. But it would be a really long 4 years with minimal fun due to funds and not much monies saved in the long-run.

Option two is that I take the second job, drop back to... maybe three units or so a semester and work lots. My weeks would be insanely full and weekends probably full of assignments BUT I'd have money again, which would be awesome. Means I could get a new bed, some proper furniture, get to buy new clothes once in a while... the lifestyle sounds awfully appealing. The major downer? It would take me an extra year or two to finish my degree. So I'd be, what, 28 or so by the time I finished my degree. A plus with that? A long time working at a school would establish me enough to maybe slide into work there in the end. A minus is that it's a really, really long time of being a student.

Of course, all of this is precarious because I forgot to ask whether it's even paid work. I'm assuming it is -- surely Millar wouldn't propose an unpaid job for me knowing that I'm working 5 days a week already and juggling full-time uni? Well, maybe she would. I know, I should maybe be leaving off all of these thoughts 'til I find out such an important detail but it's all very intriguing.

Lots of hard thinking to do, methinks...

FOUND: one (1) greedy fuckers christmas list.

I found this at Borders today. All I can say is that this bitch is one greedy fucker.



I wish I were her. I'll probably get $50 from my mum and a tenner from my grandma. Apparently,I'm difficult to buy for. I say I swap with Miss Greedy Melanoma.

...'cept the sewing lessons, she can keep those.

And I'll be generous and pass on the make-up and stuff to others. See how awesome I would be at being rich and spoilt?

New list. Old one was lame.

So my last list was kinda boring and I couldn't cross things off for years yet. This list is much more achievable in the short term. Plus, it sounds way more fun.

Let's aim for... end of 2009.

I've only done 6/87 things since the beginning of 2008. That's the kick-off point. =D



01. Swim with something big (whale, shark, dolphin, turtle)
02. Skinnydip at the beach at night
Friday night. Myself, Rosie and Mark. Some random fellow skinnydippers. Newcastle pools.
03. Take a car for a test drive
04. Build something that will outlast me
05. Hold a tarantula
06. Take a candlelit bath with someone
07. Take a dancing lesson
08. Hug a tree
09. Research my family tree
10. Watch a lightning storm at sea
11. Stay up all night long and see the sun rise
12. Roast marshmallows over a fire
13. Go to a huge sports game
14. Get involved in a protest rally
15. Write a letter to my grandchildren, telling them about 2008/2009
16. Catch a fish and eat it
17. Sleep outdoors watching the stars
18. Smile at 100 strangers (apparently about 73 will return the smile)
19. Take a trip in a hot air balloon
20. Watch a meteor shower
21. Get drunk on goon
"You're junk, Drohn." 'Nuff said.
22. Give more than you can afford to charity
Sponsored a child for a few years until I had to give it up this year due to being on a very restrictive student budget...
23. Look up at the night sky through a telescope
24. Have a food fight.
Whether you count the Great Ice Cream War of '09, the watermelon fight a couple of weeks previously or the grape fight at Kates birthday yesterday, Markus has helped very much with this one, repeatedly.
25. Play on a sports team.
I play netball now!
26. Read a Shakespearean play
27. Scream as loudly as you possibly can
Sandy and I used to do this in the car for no reason at all... pretty cathartic, though.
28. Do the 40-hour famine
29. See a total eclipse
30. Give mum + Sandy + grandma a dozen red roses and tell them I love them
31. Dance like a fool and don't care who's looking
I was going to use either the Silent Disco at BDO or any night at G to cross this one off. Then I remembered my performance of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' dance in front of the giant mirror at the gym. Yes, that works well.
32. Paint a picture on a canvas for my wall.
My house looks like an amateur art gallery now between Marcus and I, but I have now contributed TWO pictures to the walls! The latest was a blue and red Indian-esque style tree... I like it even if noone else does (looking at you now Mike, you bastard).
33. Visit all 8 states and territories
34. Take a vow of silence for a day
35. Dance with a stranger
36. Leave a lovenote on a windscreen
37. Steal a sign
I steal a lot of signs... only one street sign but also posters and stuff, whenever they take my fancy.
38. Build a giant sandcastle
Does a giant pod of whales count? Hell yes it does when you win FIRST PLACE for them and get a TROPHY for your efforts! =D
39. Be a member of the audience in a TV show
40. Go indoor rock climbing
22nd birthday, a bunch of us went indoor rock climbing, followed by laser-tag, followed by more rock climbing. Pretty fucking scary but still awesome.
41. Take a midnight walk on the beach
42. Punch a monkey in the face.
Okay so technically I didn't quite achieve this one. I was sooooo goddamn sick when I visited Bali's monkey temple that I mostly wanted to throw up on the monkeys. Luckily, a baby monkey jumped on my head. By the time I got rid of him, he tried to repeat offend so i kicked him a little bit. There's a video on youtube if you want proof.
43. Wear fancy dress for a whole day
44. In a restaurant, sit at a stranger's table and have a meal with them
45. Visit a foreign country.
One week in Bali. Suck that, List.
46. Milk a cow
47. Walk a marathon
48. Pretend to be a superhero
I do this one all the time in my daily life what with my Cptn America, Spidey and Superman shirts... but officially a dress-up event at work in '08 covered this one...
49. Sing karaoke in public
50. Plant a tree
Do herbs count? I helped plant the basil and I relocated the parsley... and I helped pot Pete!
51. Pretend to be invisible
52. Go scuba diving
53. Shower in a waterfall
54. Play in the mud
55. Play in the rain
56. Send a message in a bottle
57. Write a season of a television show
58. Tour an ancient site
59. Take a martial arts class
60. Play WoW for more than 6 hours straight
*sigh* I miss WoW. But it's probably for the best that it's not around anymore... unfortunately, whole days and nights could be sucked up by that game...
61. Go on holiday with no luggage
62. Make cookies from scratch
63. Spend one hour in a lift
64. Get a tattoo
65. Make a snowman
66. Spend Christmas Day in Lapland
67. Teach someone illiterate to read
68. Speak more than one language
69. Spend Christmas Day helping
70. Take an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
71. Experience weightlessness
72. Learn to juggle
73. Write an article for publication
That's right. I just wrote an article for the Star on a circus skills workshop. Y'all need to actually pick up your copies of the Star of your lawns and read them before you drive over them (yup, you're totally being targeted Mike) and read it. Then pretend Mark wrote it.
74. Touch a stingray
75. Help an animal give birth
76. Learn to meditate
77. Ride a horse
78. Swing through the air on a trapeze
79. Learn to throw a boomerang
80. Eat sushi
81. Make a kite and fly it
82. Take a surf lesson
83. Snowboard
84. Communicate with someone without sharing a common spoken language
85. Build my own PC from parts
86. Shave my head for charity
87. Build a treehouse
89. Buy a couch.
Okay so this one isn't as exciting as playing sports and hurting animals... but I did this a while ago, halving the costs with Mr Macus... okay, technically I'm still paying my half off, but the couch is in the house! It totally counts!
90. Marry David Tennant

Hospital visits...

Possibly the most emotional weekend I've had in... a really long time.

I spent Saturday at the RNS hospital... Bah. It was pretty full-on, anyway. I had a bit of a break-down. Sandy called and I just lost it. I had to leave the room and have a blubber on the phone to her, telling her that her and Kaydance are so very important to me and how I needed them to know that. That's one thing I really do like about me. The people I love will never lose me and wonder how I felt about them. They know how important they are to me and that I love them.

Hmm.

I guess it balanced out, for my own selfish reasons, at least. I had a pretty sweet weekend.

An unexpected ramble

My boobs have lost all their jiggle. Heh, thank you gym.

I'm watching a doco on Channel 7 (in prime-time viewing! We need more of this shiz) about what happens to earth if humans disappeared. I thought it was one I'd seen before but wanted to see again, about the evolution of earths wildlife after we fuck off into space or whatever. But nope, this one is much, much more depressing. People have been implied to have died off and puppies are stuck inside houses, starving to death. Oh and wholey crap, a bear just came out of a subway tunnel.

On a completely (mostly) unrelated topic, the combination of a happening-as-I-type conversation with Trent and a short conversation I had with Markus the other day has me thinking about marriage. Would I get married? Could I get married? I mean, legalities aside.

I'm pretty jaded on the issue, being the product of a fairly fucked up family. Marriage doesn't make things good. Two people can practically hate each other and still be married. I see it all the time. A wedding seems to simply be a long-gone ceremony, costing far too much money, that deludes couples into thinking that they have to be together.

That said, I can't imagine a content life without a family of my own. I cannot imagine a future without somebody I love by my side and a kid or three that I care about more than I care about myself. I guess my view is that you don't need a wedding to be happy together, or to make a family. Being happy and healthy and contributing to loving relationships makes a family, as far as I'm concerned.

My view is tainted by being the child of divorced parents, surrounded by fucked up families and being betrayed by the people I allowed myself to care about.

I'm bitter, I know.

Reflecting on my little ramble, I do have to clarify that I hope to the gods that my view on all this changes. It might be how I see things now, but it's not how I always want to see things. Hopefully, one day, I will have that family, I will have those kids and I will have that man I trust enough to do something as ostentatious as a wedding ceremony with. But he'd have to be one heck of an awesome man, haha.

EDIT: 10:29PM

For an opinion with actual basis and proper arguments, here is Mitch's opinion, which I like very much. It's very inspiring. But only read if you agree to not dislike my writing after reading his. His may be much, much better.

Gay marriage: Two aspects to it as far as I'm concerned.

The first is a bona-fide equality issue. In this sense I cannot abide people who would actively seek to suppress a same-sex marriage. I can't see why it is a problem, I can't see how it subverts society, I can't see how it's anyone's issue but the two people getting married. On this I am typically left wing =P

My primary issue being that really, nobody CARES what anyone thinks about Gay Marriage - it's just a controversial issue that people can get outraged about no matter which side they're on. The people who oppose it wouldn't really care if it was legal or not - they'd be just as outraged that the concept exists in the first place.

So to that end, I don't like that it's illegal. That's a pretty easy one for me. Using a religious argument to deny equal rights to gays is like having your mechanic tell you that you can't have a tattoo. It's really not any of his business, if that analogy makes sense.

Then again, I support it only insofar as I think it ought to be equal. Like my views on marriage in general, I think it gets thrown around far too easily by people who ought to know what a big commitment it really is. Marriage has been built into this be-all-and-end-all thing that SO FEW people really appreciate - straight or gay.

How many times have you heard about the stunt gay marriages that divorce a few weeks later? I can't stand that, it seems to make a mockery of the whole equal rights process in the first place.

Marriage is, to my mind, a very serious thing. I'm kinda old fashioned and once someone's in a marriage I really think it ought to be for the EXACT right reasons so that when they say "till death do us part" it isn't just a fucken throwaway line.

So I think marriage ought to be equal, sure.

I also think everyone in the world needs to start treating it with the respect that they get a stiffie for when arguing against gay marriage. Somehow, the argument that "gays couldn't make a marriage work because they are promiscuous" holds such little weight when something like 50% of marriages end in divorce anyway. AGH. It's all very political =P

Basically:
Marriage should be everyone's right.
If only people would treat it as a privellege.

EDIT: 12:12AM

...and now Haydn is engaged. What a weird, weird night.

Happyhappy.

Lack of uni combined with how completely awesome my life is at the moment means my poor blog suffers greatly. Sorry blog, but you're pretty much only good for angsty times and especially awesome things. And they mostly get written other places.

Work is getting better, I'm gaining confidence, finally. I sometimes still hate children but nowhere near as much. Plus, we played frak-off awesome parachute games today. How Tracey manages to make four very-similar games that utilise a big gay parachute stretch to an hour I will never know. I need them mad skillz.

Last night, I made chicken pizza. And I went to the beach. And I had ice cream. Pretty sure it was almost equal to my Kate gig. Almost. If only the stupid random dog hadn't run off with my free bucket and shovel. A miniature city to play Godzilla in would have topped off the night.

Yup, I'm odd. =D

Kaaaaate again *swoon*

Pretty sure that was the single best gig I've ever been to. But I got "infected with the general seediness that is Sydney", as Mitch says. I feel shite this morning, like I've been drinking. But I didn't. For the record.

I went to see the amazing that is Kate Miller-Heidke again last night. Road trip with Mitch, his sister Eryn and his friend Bron. Bron with the GOLD CONVERSES. Rad.

I have to say... still not a fan of Sydney. At all. I just can't get behind that place. So busy, so angry, so sad. There was a hobo-looking dude playing a recorder, crying. Crying! And Mitch was in Sydney just on Wednesday and the same guy was there, playing his recorder and crying! And there were hobos drinking beer in their undies and people taking their very small child (or possibly a midget) into a seedy lingerie shop. So many people, so many horns beeping... tall buildings that induce vertigo... if it weren't kinda pretty, I'd never go there.

Now, the Metro. I'd never been there before. It's so intimate! It was a fantastic place to attend a gig! We were right up near the stage... not near Kate, but near Nicole Brophy -- which, as far as I'm concerned, is just as rad as being up near Kate. The whole band are just so fantastic to watch. And I didn't realise until last night that Kate and Keir are husband and wife. That makes Space They Cannot Touch (already one of the most romantic songs I've ever heard) even more romantic. *sigh* How sweet.

They mixed up a couple songs too. Words is now way heavied up, with an extra verse in which Nicole summarises the whole point of the song by busting out her rock side and shouting, "Puck you, I won't do what you tell me!". Censored because it was an all-ages gig but still by far the best rendition of that song I've ever heard.

*sigh*

Best. Gig. Ever.

In other news, I'm looking forward to tomorrow! Just a bit. =D

Countdown begins...

5 hours, 12 minutes...

=D

Also, I'm learning an instrument, starting... Monday, I think. Finally. I know the instrument and the first song I wanna learn. Hmm, that should probably have been on my list considering it's the one thing I've always wanted to do more than ANYTHING ELSE.

=D

100 Things To Do Before I Die

So I'm a little morbid sometimes. I realise I'm mortal and that living doesn't necessarily mean you're gonna last til you're 120. Sometimes I think about what a fucked up life I've had and how it's inhibited me from doing a lot of things. Or, how I've inhibited myself from doing certain things, maybe. So Sarah posts an entry that questions on what you've done so far in life and it gets me thinking. With a bit of modification, I've turned it into a kind of wishlist. It's just a start but it would be nice to have done all of these things when I'm laying there, about to take my last breath.


I left a few in that I've already done, otherwise I'd never get the motivation to start. I've already done 31/100. A good start, methinks. Some of these things are pretty far out and I'll probably replace them when I give in to the inevitability of them. Some are basic but they're things I'm happy I've done.

Thanks, Lynchy. =)



01. Swim with dolphins
02. Climb a mountain
03. Take a car for a test drive
04. Walk inside the Great Pyramid
05. Hold a tarantula
06. Take a candlelit bath with someone
07. Say "I love you" and meant it
08. Hug a tree
09. Visit Paris
10. Watch a lightning storm at sea
11. Stay up all night long and see the sun rise
12. See the Northern Lights
13. Go to a huge sports game
14. Walk the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
15. Grow and eat your own vegetables
16. Touch an iceberg
17. Sleep under the stars
18. Change a baby's diaper
19. Take a trip in a hot air balloon
20. Watch a meteor shower
21. Get drunk on champagne
22. Give more than you can afford to charity
23. Look up at the night sky through a telescope
24. Have a food fight
25. Bet on a winning horse
26. Have a snowball fight
27. Scream as loudly as you possibly can
28. Hold a lamb
29. See a total eclipse
30. Ride a roller coaster
31. Dance like a fool and don't care who is looking
32. Adopt an accent for an entire day
33. Visit all 8 states and territories
34. Have amazing friends
35. Dance with a stranger in a foreign country
36. Watch whales
37. Steal a sign
38. Backpack in Europe
39. Take a road-trip
40. Go indoor rock climbing
41. Take a midnight walk on the beach
42. Go sky diving
43. Visit Ireland
44. In a restaurant, sit at a stranger's table and have a meal with them
45. Visit Japan
46. Milk a cow
47. Alphabetise your DVDs
48. Pretend to be a superhero
49. Sing karaoke in public
50. Lounge around in bed all day
51. Play touch football
52. Go scuba diving
53. Kiss in the rain
54. Play in the mud
55. Play in the rain
56. Go to a drive-in theatre
57. Visit the Great Wall of China
58. Tour ancient sites
59. Take a martial arts class
60. Play WoW for more than 6 hours straight
61. Get married
62. Be in a movie/television show
63. Crash a party
64. Make cookies from scratch
65. Win first prize in a costume contest
66. Ride a gondola in Venice
67. Get a tattoo
68. Appear on a television news program as an "expert"
69. Perform on stage
70. Go to Las Vegas
71. Record music
72. Eat shark
73. Kiss on the first date
74. Go to Thailand
75. Buy a house
76. Holiday on a cruise ship
77. Speak more than one language fluently
78. Raise children
79. Follow your favorite band/singer on tour
80. Take an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
81. Pick up and moved to another city to just start over
82. Sing loudly in the car, and don't stop when you know someone is looking
83. Write an article for a publication
84. Touch a stingray
85. Help an animal give birth
86. Win money on a TV game show
87. Fire a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
88. Ride a horse
89. Sleep for 30 hours in a 48 hour period
90. Visit all 7 continents
91. Eat kangaroo meat
92. Eat sushi
93. Have your picture in the newspaper
94. Change someone's mind about something you care deeply about
95. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey
96. Communicate with someone without sharing a common spoken language
97. Build your own PC from parts
98. Buy a brand-new car
99. Shave your head
100. Save someone's life

Wholey moley...

EDIT: 1:03PM

*swoon*

I've had time to process.

Hommme.

I'm so tirrrrred. I got off the coach and had to go straight to work. Which I'm starting to not like as much. Dude, I'm just not a sporty person, simple as that. I know most of the kids love me, I'm great at the interpersonal stuff. But I simply cannot fake a love of sports. Especially when they get hyper and decides to be flippin' wenches. *sigh*

Anyway, I'm home now. And tired. And a bit bored. But mostly happy. I got to spend a lot of time with Kaydance which was brilliant. Oh, and Sandy's pregnant again. Still processing that one...

Why has noone got Lisa Mitchell's new album?

Gods, I'm in such a whiny mood, apparently. Time for a nap.

All that we'll have is this photograph...

So I didn't go to the math exam. I went to the Central Coast instead. Irresponsibility and all that stuff kicked in, I panicked and I left town. Take that, The Man. Of course, I received messages afterwards that were along the lines of, "Wow, the exam was pretty easy, huh?" Que my slapstick deadpan face. So it looks like I'm doing math again next year!

But on the plus side, I'm finished uni for the year. Yay for that. Except that I have TWELVE WEEKS OFF. I'm gonna need a hobby or something. Hunh. Start taking advantage of these awesome beaches I'm surrounded by, perhaps?

I saw some brilliant band whose name I have no idea of last night, at the View Factory. It was the first time I've been to that place, I was pretty impressed. Small, but still rad. If only certain pikers hadn't decided that being social was more important than listening to good music. Maybe it's me, maybe my priorities are all mixed up... yup, that sounds pretty likely, actually. Still, I thought it was a great night.

So now I'm off to coffee on Beaumont Street. Then the train for THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Will be totally worth it once I'm hugging my bubba though. =D

Happy birthday, mumma. xox

Motivation... such an aggravation...

Again with the lack of motivation. I had most of a free day today and only managed to get my math folder from my car to my lounge room.

Only the plus side, I did clean the interior of my car, wash all my pants and go to work for two hours. Plus I watched, like, four episodes of Xena. So while I may fail my math exam and have to repeat the unit next year, I'll save fuel from a much-lighter car, I'll be able to wear pleasant-smelling jeans for tomorrow night and I've got the knowledge on how to break off a tree bough from ten metres away in order for it to fall on a dude I'm fighting (it involves a crazyass chakra that apparently doubles as a chainsaw when you throw it hard enough).

And I got a uniform. Rad.

Exams approaching... study hurt brain...

I'm sitting in my giant red beanbag waiting to go to the gym. It'll be the first really productive thing I've done all day. I did go to the library for a couple of hours this morning, but I don't feel like I achieved all that much. I'm just not an exam person! I'm more of an essay person, dude. I know that essays don't really test knowledge or whatever but I'm just happier to sit and study and prepare something but remembering things in a cohesive fashion? Not my strength.

*sigh*

I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm nearly done... two more exams... six more days...

I'm going to take some valuable advice and youtube 'italian woman parking' and 'fainting goats'. That sounds much more productive.

Homework sucks.

Time for one of my aforementioned 'homework sucks' blogs.

So once again, I've left shit until the last possible moment. I have my 1005 exam at midday tomorrow and I started studying for it at about 1 this arvo. What a dick. I'm over it by now. I've done about three hours study altogether (I had a shift at work). That's enough, right?? I figure I'm not gonna get much done now anyways if I'm so reluctant to do anything. I'll get up way early in the morning and head to uni and memorise all these masses of crap so I can spew it all back onto the page tomorrow.

*crosses fingers*

Bitter & Twisted

Today can be summed up in one word: radxcorebro.

This woman is possibly the most gorgeous person I have ever set eyes on. She's quirky, beautiful and has such an amazing voice.

In fact, I think I'm cured -- I like the ladies.

Bitter & Twisted was today. Mike and I traversed the distance from Hamilton to Maitland via the train, which was something I hadn't done for a long while. The festival was in the gaol, which was an ultra-awesome setting for a gig, I have to say.

The sole reason I went to this gig? The heavenly being that is Kate Miller-Heidke had a one-hour set. And it was brilliant. Absolutely awesome. Those that piked out? You suck and should forever feel a huge empty void where this gig would have sat. I'm just saying.

Please ignore the orientation of these vids. Just rotate your head 90 degrees anti-clockwise and you'll manage just fine.



See? And for Farnham goodness:



She played a lot off Little Eve, thank the gods. I love that album so damn much. She did manage to slip in some of her newer stuff too, from Curiouser. Like:



Of course, there was masses of beer. And prison-experience goodness. Mitch was there, as was Bronson. And a new boy, Mark. He was... interesting. I know nothing about him at all, so no judgements can be made. But he was... interesting, yes.

Of course, Josh Pyke was there, too. I'm a fan, it's just that... so much of his music sounds the same, you know? I'm just glad he managed to get this one in:



I'm really tired, so I'm sure I'm not doing the day justice. As long as I'm getting across that it was FUCKING BRILLIANT, then my job here is done.

I need some sleep :(

I am procrastinations bitch.

No! Bad Alias producers! You do not get to end on a cliffhanger like that! Yes I am from your future and I know Vaughn and Sydney end up together again and that Will is alive and that Sydney has been some sort of brainwashed agent or something for the past two years but hey! I do not own season three and now I am left with a big stupid sack of questions I need answer to!

*deep breaths*

I joined the gym today. Hopefully that will add to my whole new getting-fit goal. It's more likely that it'll end up just being a vacuum of my precious moneys but hey, what can you do? A 12-month contract is a 12-month contract. I suppose I'd best be using that as my motivation!

Anyway, I should be studying rather than distracting myself with anything I can find. My first exam is Tuesday. I have the Kate Miller-Heidke gig tomorrow so that only leaves Monday for studying now. Damn.

Cambo.

Is it strange, the way I enjoy a night out? Boring, maybe, but strange?

I went to the Cambridge with Mike and Trent tonight. There were two djs who were playing such an awesome set. I was completely, completely content to just sit and listen to the rad music that was playing, nodding my head and feeling the beats.

And perhaps checking out some of the extremely attractive males that seem to gravitate toward that place.

Not checking out the drunken woman who gave me a lap dance while sucking on her finger. That experience is best left behind.

Well-deserved scoffs.

I started my commitment to getting fit last night. Well no. My commitment is to getting fitTER than my current state. I suppose as a teacher I should be utilising my own zone of proximal development and encouraging my new found health goals to their maximum but dude -- I am lazy! My sole motivation is that my new job is as 'sports coordinator' or whatever. I'm expected to run around with dozens of kids for a couple hours on end.

*sigh*

Anybody who knows me has scoffed as soon as I have told them this. And the scoff is well-deserved, trust me! So raising my fitness level seemed logical enough. I jogged. At 11PM. around a four-block radius. It took the length of one of my new free mp3s. So, about three minutes 45 seconds. It almost killed me. So here's to making that length longer and sticking to my goals!

Awesome!

I could survive for 1 minute, 3 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

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Monday in summmmmmmmary, innit?

Yesterday was nuts, man. One of those days where everything happens at once and it's impossible to process until you've stopped to think about it. So here goes.

I had my final formal 1004 lecture. It was on the globalisation of education. Which was boring but I'm thinking I might have to do that for my final exam. It's more favourable than national curriculum and streaming, right? *sigh* Why choose those three things for us to have to do our exam on? They're ghey, soso convoluted and will require me to do FAR more research than my lazy self feels comfortable doing! Anyway, it wasn't too bad, I suppose.

Kylie talked me into attending a mindful meditation session after the lecture. Hotdamn, that was an interesting experience. As it turns out, I'm not so good at it. The first part was okay. I had to take a sultana and 'experience it completely'. Looking at it, feeling it, tasting it. Who woulda thunk the proper way to enjoy a sultana is to take five minutes to eat the one? I don't even eat sultanas. But no, I get the point. I do need to slow down and enjoy things for what they are. It's something that's been on my mind for a while, this just reinforced it... new goal! But then came the meditation. The idea was to concentrate on the air flowing into your nose and back out. For forty minutes or so. Dude, my mind is so insane. Some of the things that were going through my mind when I was trying to concentrate... I'm now a little worried that I'm ten percent schizophrenic. I remember unconsciously constructing an adventure for the Batman. And other little stories that didn't involve me but had people I'd made up on the spot. They were weird and bizarre and yes, I am slightly insane, apparently. Maybe I just need more practice. A lot of it. It's a five-week course though, so I have four more weeks to perfect it! ...

Lunch with Carolyn reminded me why I don't like straight men as a rule. They're worse than the homosexuals. Overpowering, domineering motherfuckers who think they can bust on in anywhere they like and take what they like. Yes, I'm generalising completely (avoiding this is supposed to be one of new goals) but I tend to do that when pissy. I really do hope things work out okay for her.

I went to my job interview pretty much straight after that. I was wayyyy more nervous than I expected to be, hey. I'd talked myself up as awesome and was completely believing it -- I started shitting myself in the actual interview. They asked the evil question: "what special skills do you believe you can bring to this oosh?" I have no answer for that question, man. Honestly, I hate it. BUT. I got the job. They asked if I wanted to stay and work, to which I agreed, thinking it was more of a trial orientation period. But nope, I was on the books and all. I worked! I feel like a productive member of society now.

Alas, the good had to be balanced out at some point. I am a big believer in universal balance. If too much good happens, it's inevitable that something bad's gonna happen to smooth everything over. So I broke down on my way home. My stupid car just decided to shit itself at the most inconvenient place possible, where I had no way to get off the road. Eventually, I managed to get it off the road. Meanwhile, the other drivers thought it would be really helpful to be cockrashes and beep their horns and shit at me. Guess what? Not helpful in the slightest. I have all of your number plates committed to memory. Expect retribution, motherfuckers.

I chilled out all that stress with a visit to the beach though. Corey was being all make-me-a-supermodel in the waves. We considered making a calendar for Kris but didn't have a camera. That would have made a rad Christmas present, I feel. To complete the experience, there were even fish and chips for dinner. Could we be any more Australian, honestly? I'd almost be proud if I didn't think Australians tend to be racist pricks with an over-inflated sense of their own deluded culture. =)

I saw lots of people jogging. Apparently, it's the cool new thing to do. I need to utilise wikipedia to find out how to join this new fad. Did I mention that my new job is as a sports coordinator? Yes, feel free to laugh your arse off, I am well aware that I am one of the least sporty people I have ever met. But this, in combination with Mitch joining in with this new fad, has inspired me to get a little more fit. I read online that the fitness centre behind my house does squash and yoga and stuff, so I'm going to duck around tomorrow and see what they can say to convince me to do take part in this.

So that was my day. I feel like it's much more organised in my head now, rad. Now to face today: cleaning for an inspection, catching up on uni work (kind of a bad time to start falling behind...) and trivia! Trivia with free nachos!

FUCK.

Flippinmotherfrackingcockrashes.

There are some people I just hate, you know?

Fuck.

Karaoke Queens. Also Leesh and Sarah.

I got a job. A fo' real job with monies and all. I'd be more excited (because really, it's a flippin' rad oosh) but I'm buggered. Also, I have an inspection tomorrow that I must clean my house in preparation for. I just needed to stick this awesome video on my blog so that I can look at it over and over because it is the definition of awesome.

<3 to grandma

How much do I love my grandma? I hung out with her today. She took me shopping. Reject Shop and Aldis only. Apparently, shopping anywhere else is blasphemous to the bank account! So she buys me shiteloads of cheap food and stuff. Including tongs. It was pretty damn rad of her, I must say. Okay, so the moneys came from my mumma. Which I heart her for too, that woman is a lifesaver. I have not really been able to afford food of late. Thank the gods for Mike saving my grumbly belly.

The topic of some photos from her recent trip to Fiji came up. She was referring to a photo of herself, Laurel and Dee getting massages with apparently nothing but white towels draped over them. Her reaction upon seeing the photos? And I quote: "Wholey shit, talk about beached whales! Ohhh shit!" Don't get me wrong, my grandma isn't some foul-mouthed lady, that's what makes her reaction so damned funny. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps she's just plain rad.

Dee made me eat about forty sausage sandwiches, goddamn. And she told me that if she found out I wasn't eating properly again and wasn't going to her place for food, I wouldn't have to worry about having pretty straight teeth 'cos she'd knock my teeth out. Jesu, woman. Say what you mean next time.

The moral of the story is that I tend to neglect my family. Mostly, they're such awesome people. And they look after me way more than I deserve.

So my cupboard is full and my heart is filled with grandma-shaped love. The mood is perfect for glowing with contentment.

Bum-days.

Sundays, why you be so lame?

We love music.

I saw Annie for the first time in about a month and a half last night, it was fantastic. I sometime begin to forget just how much I love her until I see her. And her stories are soso awesome. Those who know the story will agree.

So yes, last night was expensive ice cream and coffee with the Parkhillians. Again, I love them oh-so-much.

But oh! Lisa Mitchell was performing up the road. For $12 a ticket! And nobody would pay the moneys to go see her! And they were my lifts home! Dicks! My future wife was metres from me and I couldn't see her. :(

Speaking of awesome music though, I have some great points to make.

i) Once I put some clothes on, I'm heading over to JB to grab Kate Miller-Heidke's latest album. It's gonna rock some major socks, I can tell. I was gonna just get it on iTunes but Dean convinced me that a hard copy of those special albums is so much better. Also, I've gone over my download limit so it'd take like an hour to download.

ii) I'm buying my Bitter & Twisted tickets today. Everyone has said how awesome it'll be and how they'll all be there etc but I kinda get the feeling I'll be the only one who actually goes. Well, me and Michael cos I'm buying his ticket to ensure he turns up.

iii) Fotsun! How awesome does it look? But for $95 a ticket? Okay, hell yes, I'd still pay that. but I don't really know anyone else willing to pay that much for bands they don't know. Damn, dude, I reallyreallyreally need to get myself some friends who have more similar music tastes to me. I don't particularly wanna go to my first festival all by myself.

iv) I'm not going to Fat As Butter anymore. Much as I'd love to, the tickets have gone up to like $86 or something. Again, totally worth it but not when everybody else is bitching that the price is too high. *le sigh*

v) Beach Party at the Uni! A couple decent bands seem to be going there so I guess that'll be my consolation prize. I'm sure I could convince a couple people to go to that one. Maybe. Argh.

I love my music so much. Why don't my awesome friends?? lol

Aight, I suppose I'm off to buy myself some awesome music. After I dress. Probably.

...volunteering...

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I was on observation at the school today and the teacher reminds us for the umpteenth time that we're welcome to volunteer at any time if we like. So I do, 'cos theoretically it's a good idea to get as much classroom experience as possible.

The teacher has put me with 'Jay'.

Just to paint a picture: Jay got the shits today in class because the kid next to him was touchng his feet with his own. Jay starts going off about it and the teacher replies with, "Jay, you might not notice if you had your shoes on." In response, Jay goes nuts! He starts chucking his shit around the classroom. When this doesn't get a reaction, he starts chucking other kids shit off the tables. When that doesn't get a response either, his chair starts flying around! So he's sent to the office.

So I'm working with Jay for two hours tomorrow. I've never really had much to do with him. He's a blokey kid and mostly bonded with 'Ricky Bobby'. So it'll be an interesting morning, to say the least.

P.S. Mike isn't answering my messages. He's gone to Sydney to meet some guy off the internets. I'ma call him first thing in the morning though cos bitch does not ignore me and make me stress that he's been all murdered and shit.

Tute cancelled! Hence blogging.

My tute got cancelled! Jenny's sick. So my massive Wednesday has turned into a somewhat smaller-sized Wednesday. This means I'm off 'til five. Wholey moley.

Yesterdays math test sucked fewer balls than I thought it would. I mean, pretty sure I still failed but it's not like they're counting for anything by this stage. I'm just gonna need to study my arse off for the final.

I just saw someone that makes me angry at Borders. Ugh. I get so angry just seeing his stupid face! That happens with nobody but my father, so it says a lot about how much he's impacted me. And he was up there laughing with Ben, being a twat. I do like Ben. I licked his girlfriends arm twice last night and he just laughed. How nice of him.

Why was I at Borders? I bought my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. That's right, I'm actually going to read the book for the book club this month. Yay me. And it actually seems like a really interesting book, so that's a plus. It has a blank white slate as the cover so you can draw your own. What an interesting concept.

I'm going to go nap like a nanna. Or a cat. Or a nannas cat. Or a cat nanna. My nanna doesn't like cats...

Math sucks massive balls.

I have a math test in an hour. Ugh. I'm so fucking over maths, man. Three more weeks, dude, three more weeks... on the plus side, they finally managed to get around to posting my grades on Blackboard. I'm passing. Very very barely (55%) but hey! This is one of those times where Ps does indeed mean degree.

I'm so cut up about the next month. Some of my really good friends are finishing their degrees and going off to be doctors and whatnot. Meaning they're scattering to places I'll hardly ever see them. The time is now to undertake as much quality bonding as possible... if I didn't have masses of assignments and exams to do myself. Trent is taking off to the fucking UK! What a wench. And this whole thing with Leesh and Bennnnnnnn. Heartbreaking, right? I just wanna scoop her up and hug her. The way fate takes these stupid twists and turns can be so cruel. They genuinely seem happy... but as she says, she's going to be a doctor in a couple of months, in another city... at least they're approaching it realistically, I guess that's something... doesn't make it much better though.

On the bright side, I'm gonna stitch up some socktopi for these people. If I can find the time. It'll be a little somethin' somethin' to remember us all by. Something lame, but something nonetheless.

Ugh, I didn't study enough. I suppose I could have been squeezing in some much-needed last minute study just now... but nope, I blogged instead. I am tre awesome.

Back to Uni. Pity me!

Friends, family and apples.

I have some awesome friends, dude. These people have the ability to improve any situation. Hanging out with them Sunday evening managed to make up for the whole suckiness of the holidays. With one evening! When combined with trivia tomorrow, I am reminded that I love them so much. *sigh*

So I live with my cousin and she's broken up with her psycho ex-fiance. Again. And she's gone to her mums for the night because there's a risk he might bust on in and smash up the house. The house in which I live and am currently in all alone. Yay.

I feel like an apple.

Parkhillians in the Aquahouse.

I've had a great weekend, hey. I drank tea and all. I'm still not sold on it though, d00d. *sigh*

Friday night, my old best mate dropped in for a sleepover on her way to the Central Coast. We swapped photos, stayed up late talking in bed, and drove like hoons. Awesome. I miss her bunches, hey. She's like a grounding pole for me while I float around, being a big weird kite. It's not as if she does anything particularly different to anyone else. I think it's just she's been there for so many years and knows me better than anyone else. Hell, she's been there for every major development in my life since we were what, 13? Why wouldn't she?

I'm sure I've conviced her to get the hell out of Taree. She needs to be here, doing uni and having choices about her working life. Not stuck in a rut doing too much work for people who don't appreciate it. I'm pretty sure I've got her convinced, anyway.

Last night, Mike, Leesh, Sarah and myself ended up in a bar with karaoke. And heaps of homos. It wasn't until I stepped foot in a gay bar that I realised just how homophobic I am. I kinda wanted to gaybash them all. Except the girls. They were far too scary. I know how bad that is, it's not something I'm at all proud of. But slutty men freaks the shit outta me. On the plus side, Leesh and Sarah ended up on stage singing. I'll post a youtube link for y'all soon. Heh.

Tonight was a barbeque with Parkhillians in the Aquahouse. These people, burned sausage sandwiches, Josie & the Pussycats and strawberries. What more could I ask for on a Sunday night, honestly? And Annie. I love you a little bit.

There were couples. They were all romantic and sweet. I'm still somewhat torn on that front. The cuddling, the intimacy... it all looks so comforting and familiar. And scary. I'm gonnna have some serious issues with all this shit one day. Good grief. For now, though, I'll just chillax and pretend I'm all good with it.

So, chidren, we have reacher the final week of term. One more week to get through. Then I get to see Kady and visit Anne. And Mike can come visit and it'll be a mini-Parkhill get-together. But with a baby.

Ugh. I have a 2000 word essay due on Friday and I haven't had the motivation to do much beyond glance at the criteria. I only got a Pass on my first essay for that subject (way harsh, it wasn't THAT bad) so it's put me off this one. I've got this week, I suppose. I can do it! Perhaps I need a visualisation board. And a gratitude journal. Ugh, I'm being Oprah-influenced by association. Thanks, Sarah.

This week, I'm determined to be more motivated. I've gotta stop putting every single thing off until the last possible minute. It's stupid and it makes things more difficult than they need to be. Chan inspired me with her overnight visit. She's the kinda girl that can somehow juggle three jobs, a boyfriend and a social life and make it look easy. Mole. That's all I have to say about her.

Hmm. So this has turned into a bunch of basic ramble. I think I'm gonna go read some comics and drift off, letting myself debrief the last couple of days.

I love it.

Peace. xox

Where I stood.

This afternoon has consisted of me sitting in a large red beanbag in the centre of our empty loungeroom reading comic books while Missy Higgins filled my ears. I was somewhat moody and Missy always manages to level things out. Always.

Today was a day that consisted mostly of shite all. I did have my first prac with this uni though. There was a panic because I didn't have my child protection certificate (as it turns out, my tranny neighbour had it...) but as it turns out, as long as you look like a uni student, certain schools will just let you wander on in! Ahh, the security of schooling in the twenty-first century.

I fell in love with teaching all over again, seeing that classroom. It was packed full of art and posters and all sorts of crap. I heard the other people on my prac whinging about how they'd just wanna take it all down, that it was too cluttered. What the hell, man?? It's a Year 3/4 class! It was packed full of awesome! The teacher was pretty awesome, too. I think I like her. I think I like the teacher in the next classroom more -- wholey moley, he was attractive. Focusing, though, my point is that if I needed any sort of vaildation that I'm doing what I wanna do, that classroom was it. Even the... somewhat difficult children were still funny. They reminded me of some of my kids from Cool Kidz.

Which brings me to another point. With any hope, I'll be back at CKC during the hols. I miss my kids and I miss the teachers there and I miss Kaybear. It'll be awesome to be back for just a couple of weeks (if only because then I get to leave once I'm over it). And Annie will be there! In Taree! Weird. We can have a Taree Parkhill night all by our lonesomes. That's how awesome we are. All Parkhillians are welcome if they are willing to make the trek. Which you should be. Taree is radxcore. *ahem*

Time is short and I must be off. Laterz.

P. S. if anyone can photograph a moral horse for me, I'd be mucho appreciative (yes, I'm a sarcastic arsehole who is making references to something highly amusing that only some people would get -- but I'm cool with that).

Your smile goes a long way.

Okay, so this little monatage isn't the most creative thing you've ever seen, but the point isn't to show off my Photoshop skills.

I thought it was about time I pointed out something about these specific people. I've been through a fair bit of crap, you know? I generally don't like people -- they tend to let me down and it pisses me off to the point where I just don't bother. Emo as that may sound, there it is.

While trying to avoid sounding mushy, these people will never know the extent of how much I admire them. They are off-the-charts-awesome. And I thought they should know it.

Thank you, you awesome mofos. You make life a whole bunch shinier.