this is what i do when i study

lets all just enjoy my new leggings and not get too carried away with the being overwhelmed. i quite like them.

i love channel v tonight

they're doing a nostaliga top-20-of-1999 hour and OMG WOW I LOVE ITTT

so far i've heard

genie in a bottle - xtina (before she was dirrrrty and then all ~screen siren and now wannabe gaga)

praise you - fatboy slim (cant go wrong there)

AND NOW ITS THE  BAD TOUCH BY THE BLOODHOUND GANG

this man is the reason for my existance. only not really, but i do love bbc drama mystery shows that he specialises in. you know the type, he's always the emotionally crippled but good at heart cop who was abandoned at birth and then by his friends and then by his wife and then he was accused wrongly of somethign so he has to redeem himself while solving a case nobody else bothers with and everytime he encounters death he considers just letting himself die and he doesnt sleep and hes afraid of sunlight and he sometimes sits in the middle of the night with a gun/pills/both at the table and contemplates suicide.

and he probably meets a hot girl who sees past his grizzled exterior and learns to love him despite him being roughly the age of her father.

so maybe i exaggerated a little, and i sound like im being a bitch about them - but its just true AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH .

"yours is bigger than mine!" "lets not go there..."

i bought 2 cameras today

how indie

one of them had a roll of film in it thats been all used up.
im going to get it developed and see whats on it

even more indie

maybe i'll make a collage out of it? *

WOAH. BRAIN EXPLODED. INDIE QUOTA REACHED. ABORT MISSION.
















* this was a joke. the rest is true.

im a very angsty child

ive decided to share this with you dear readers. because i said before that i wanted to use this more as a journal type blog, and as of now im going to act upon it.
consider yourselves warned.
if you keep reading its on your back when you want to shout at me afterwards

dont get freaked out, im not going to get all heavy, this isn't the place.

i'm really happy with where i am friends-wise right now. i've had some issues for close to a year, issues that i just ignored and told myself to get over until a couple of months ago. now though; i've moved away from one group quite significantly (but somehow haven't offended them by doing so), and i've befriended many more people. one or two in particular mean alot to me.
i can't wait for next year. i love melbourne, but i'm anxious to see the rest of the world. going to paris was possibly the worst possible thing for me, i have the travel bug now.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuu- and im going to fail school
get offline!
get offline!
now!
going!
gone...

Listening to: Waiting Up - Remember Maine

i am intensely skilled at what the french call "le procrastinating"

life is vaire boring and i am vaire bored.

school is overrated

life is dull.

i'm too young to see Naboo the Enigma.

when life's got you down, its time for FUNNY PICTURES!

sucks if you saw/follow my tumblr since i'm just posting the same photos again.

THEY STILL MAKE ME LAUGH

this is a real and legitimate statistic.

only a child of the interwebz could possibly comprehend the sheer genius of these pictorials.

ps. i bought tartan stockings. i know. im an indie revolutionary. so sue me.

you're such a turd

a big giant turd, you look like a turd and you smell like a tu-urd. yeahhhh

guess what the angstiest thing on my ipod is?

you'll never get it.
no really.
taylor swift.

your reaction to the above statement divides you into one of two categories:
1."WHAT? T.SWIFT? ANGSTY? PUH-LEEZ". You are obviously a hater/have never listened to her music other than "that one song where she's everyone".
2. "yeah fair call". you are a kindred spirit.

oh yes people, behind the boppy music and her pretty voice; Taytay is an angsty teen like any other. Seems like every guy she's ever met has (stupidly) let her down/broken her heart. Why I ask you? WHY?

ii am supa pro at teh internetz

hellz yeah! i made this thing and omg i love it





one more just for shits 'n' gigs. he's so cute it makes my eyes hurt a bit.

I'm really ill at the moment; i can hardly breathe - mum thinks i might be getting pneumonia. i was definitely hot and cold all evening, and i have an awful headache that won't go away. ughhhh i do NOT have time for this in year 12!

im in love with younger people

i dont really know the year 9s at my school...so i can't judge.
the year 11s are fairly ok i guess, the really good ones balance out the duds. but if i had to name a favourite year it would have to be year 10. YES YOU!  LOOK AT YOU, YOU TALENTED, CLEVER....yeah.
 in-chorals joke ftw.
this years group are so much more confident and cool than i was in year 10, or year 11 for that matter.
im not going to be diplomatic, i'm going to yell out names of my favourite darling dryads GRETA, ISABELLE, BECK.

you guys da bomb.

yes i might have just written this specifically so they will read it; but thats ok because in dryads everyone loves everyone and its beautiful and natural. i'm feeling particularly loving tonight; something about analysing political language obviously agrees with me.

awesome sauce

Listening to:  Seed - The Academy Is... (one of my favourite songs, not going to lie)

orly?

i'm so overly proud of this

In the term 1 holidays, while you were all soaking up the last rays of summer and frantically doing holiday homework; I was still hard at work. On the Grand Prix Thursday, I snuck into Mac.Rob’s hallowed halls and began my investigation. One question plagued my mind; “is Mac.Rob really Hogwarts in the guise of a toilet block?”



Really, think about it. At the age of 14 you received a strange and wondrous letter in the post declaring “You have been accepted!”. Am I the only one getting a strong memory of a certain bespectacled boy getting a certain letter of acceptance from a certain wizarding school?


Let us first consider the very basis of Hogwarts politics; the house system. They have houses, Mac.Rob has houses. Our houses are named after mystical magical creatures. They have even gone so far as to be nicknamed Hogwarts Houses in a “joke”. All year the houses are at war to win the much coveted House Cup. Successful attempts in such events as “Chorals” and “Swimming” result in house points. Hello?


Our motto is Latin, the same as at Hogwarts. True, ours isn’t as insightful and meaningful as “never tickle a sleeping dragon”, but it has its charm.


We work hard all year at Biology/Herbology, studying Philosophy/Divination, attending Chemistry/Potions, undertaking P.E./an inferior form of Defence Against the Dark Arts(If all else fails...run...for 10 minutes...in circles), slaving away at History/Muggle Studies (its not as bad as Hogwarts History after all...) and at the end of the day we catch the Hogwarts Express back to Platform 9 and ¾ /the tram back to Flinders Street or South Yarra. (Quidditch has alas, been banned in the school grounds much to the distress of Mr Mannix in case the golfers next door realise our secret.)


Who hasn’t seen the house elves scurrying out of your way? Year 9s you say? What are they?!


Still don’t believe me? Look at the overpass between Kings Way and Lakeside! Large wooden overpass that Harry likes standing on looking brooding anyone?


And let’s just say Professor Umbridge is alive and well at “Hogwarts”.


Do you get it yet? We’re witches! We have untapped magical powers that we haven’t yet learned how to harness, but I hear at the end of Year 12 you get presented with a wand...or maybe that part was a dream. The point is; you know that Facebook group that says “my Hogwarts acceptance letter got lost in the post”? Not so. Your Hogwarts letter turned up alright; Dumbledore/Ms. Garvey just put a charm on it so your parents wouldn’t get worried and institutionalise you when you said you were going to be a witch.


True story. Dobby told me.

 
 
soon to appear in an Ethos near you.

gettin' with the times, dontcha know

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“go after her, fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call,

 go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone,

 don’t wait for them to give you a sign ’cause it might never come,

don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her,

she’s not a fucking television show or tornado.

there are people i might have loved had they gotten on the airplane

 or run down the street after me

or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now

 and because they cannot regret this

 and i always thought i’d be the only one doing crazy things

for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back

or to act like idiots

or be entirely vulnerable and honest

 and making someone fall in love with you is easy

 and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing

 and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love

 but it is the way i can recognize it because that is what i do.

go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways

 because that is beautiful and that is generous

and that is what loving someone is,

 that is raw and that is unguarded,

and that is all that is worth anything, really”

8D

the gold and the beautiful

WE WON CHORALS!!!
what am  i going to blog about now?
but chorals, omg i am just so proud of all my Dryads girls, you are legitimately the reason for my being right about now. I'm already feeling a bit lost without any rehearsals to plan or timing to organise. This is the best possible end to my chorals involvement at Macrob, we had a clean sweep of both chorals and madrigal.

Everyone was congratulating me today, but in all honesty I had the easy job. It could have been difficult but thanks to the incredible cast, chorus, orchestra, conductor, chorus leaders and otherwise just enthusiastic Dryads that we had; there was very little left for me to do except panic.
Dryads?

OOOHAHA

this post is green in honour of Dryads. May you forever remain nymphs of the forest my darlings <3