Current Mood: Oonagi
Current Music: James William Hindle - Leaving Trains

I suppose this will my last update before my exams.

I have done study. I have. I haven't been on the internet for yonks now. Okay, two days. And every time I'm not thinking about exams, I'm thinking about how great our trip will be. And I keep telling myself just get through this, get through this and you'll be happy. Relieved.
Its just sitting down and studying that's hampering me. And Mum's making me go out tommorow and see Aunty Beatrice who I accidentally caught on the phone today. Argh. I have to, have to study. Egoroodid.

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I guess I won't talk about study. I mean who actually wants to give a shit that in 19 bloody something, 20 somethiing million thousand died of some famine. This therefore indicated and was quoted by some historian to be indicative of the blah blah blah, I don't really give a crap.
Well I do. But not really really. As like Anna loves history, but I hate it. Its too hard, too fucking hard.

Psych's okay, seeing as I haven't even started studying for it. But hey, I've been busy with Math, and Chem, and Spanish, and English and oh yeah, FUCKING HISTORY!
*breathes* End of next week, it will all be over. Well three of them will be. And then its just a nice long stretch between my next exams. FOUR DAYS BABE! That's almost a week. More than half actually. Oh yeah, right, I wasn't going to talk about exams...

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I actually wanted to post, mainly to thank people even though I know they won't read this but I wanted to them to know I was sending them vibes. Vibey vibe vibes.

First of all, I want to thank A'mes. I love the rest of you, but A'mes, you've really been here for me. From Orlando Blubbing, To My Robbing, to times in the past two years when I contemplated suicide, to cross-checking all my dates and essays. You've been the fuckwit of fuckwits. The babe of babes. The bitch of my bitches. The star in...yeah, you got it? I luff ya, fuckwitto. Luff ya, and can't thank you more than enough for what you've done for me. Kisses and hugs and good luck to yourself.

Second up, come here you. Mary, I love ya. You've been the grounding stone when A'mes was high on Orlando too. While you are younger, I won't deny, I love ya darling. Really love you. That kinda love that transcends exams. I'll miss you the times this year when I've been on a three and you pop on, claiming you just came to check if I was okay. You were the darling-o. Supplying me with love, care and wishes, with a teeny bit of happiness. *schnugs*

Third up, dash it and all, Em you beautiful thing. While you're spelling's atrocious, you only send me icons and quotes, you're the baby of our group and annoyingly in love with Elijah Wood, I can't help but think that you've been the whirl, the giggle and hoolahoop of our circle. I mean, come on, without you in our convos, treating us to hilarious stories, hilarious dreams that kept me cacking for hours, I'd be left with grounded, family girl Mary and sweary party girl A'mes. You and I have shared our bizareness to an extent that even I don't understand, babe. You and I *twirls knuckles* are like this forever.

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You'd have probably noticed that there isn't much from MV, Petrie and Jen lately. I've spoken to Jen, but mostly through e-mail and Petrie, according to Em, has been really busy and sorta left our group. I've had about two e-mails in the past year while MV is deep in her second year and kinda, not with it. She sends me the occasional e-mail but hopefully in the holidays we'll be hearing more from her. She hasn't forgotten us though and wishes most of us, good luck on our exams. I of course, joined hands and wished her luck too. She's got her uni-cut exams, but she'll do fine. She's a whiz. So there ya go, explanation explained. I know everybody's been wondering but hell, who the hell am I explaining this to?

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Okay, other people. Ahha, VCE-school friends. (I love my classifications)

Anna, I guess I'll put all the stuff I'm probably not going to put into my automograph. You've been there. Like there. And you're wise and sage-like like Anna on the OC. You were there when the others weren't (At Marshmead, at MacRob), and you and I shared things that the others wouldn't understand (Sailor Moon ideas). While you are quiet and all things pensive at times, I always relied on you. I think we all did, as the foundation of the group, the person, the 'wise man' we all turn to in need of someone to listen, someone to give us advice, someone to cheer us up. You think you're so weak and quiet, but sometimes I fear, we are the weak ones and you're the flying buttress support holding us up individually, and holding us together. I wish you could know this. I really wish you could. Sometimes I've hated you for holding back on me, for withdrawing away because I've been intolerable, but I could never really hate you. You could ruin the world and I still wouldn't. Couldn't. You're that powerful.

Sue. I don't know what I'd have done without Sue. At first she was the person I turned to if I had a math problem wrong. This year, I've been a star at my Math and also, realised the more than academic relationship Sue and I have. Perhaps its because we've personally shared so much more and found so many similar interests. I really care for her. As much as I care for Anna. I don't want her to be hurt, I want her to be strong for herself. She's got such potential and its heartbreaking that she doesn't use it. But I guess that's what I love about her, she's so caring, considerate and sensitive. More than ANna and I hate how Cathy can hurt her sometimes and walk away. I hate that. Sue's so fragile and sometimes so easy to hurt, but it makes her strong in ways she doesn't know. She's been a really lovely friend, who cares and protects us, who gets infuriated if one of us gets hurt. She hates that Alice and Bonnie have to be so far away. I hate that too, but Sue keeps it all inside of her. She keeps so much, I wish she could feel more secure, more happy. I wish that much for her.

Alice, ahh, Alice. The unstoppable tyrant of our group, with the honest, charming persona. Sometimes I have wondered if Alice and I are enemies or friends. She and I have such differing likes and dislikes, and sometimes are convos can get a bit tense and interesting. I like Alice, I won't deny that, she has a way of developing a relationship with you that's VERY SNEAKY!!! ^_^ She's frank, honest (as far as I know!!), cute, charming and enigmatic. I can talk to her sometimes, but I always feel guarded about what I say. I guess it all goes back to Year 8 and our many upsets, and also of course the very ugly black thing I had with Carman. I don't think I can forgive her, ever, for laughing that entire time while Carman and I were crying. Don't think I can. She doesn't know this, and I won't hate her for it, but I'm just worried that she won't take anything I say honestly or seriously. Also, some of the things she's said to me, while very frank, they've been a jot bit too brutally honest. But I do have to thank her, for being refreshing in times when I'm surrounded by people constantly worried about academia and for also all our lovely talks. Although I did most of the talking.

Ah Bonzo. How come to say? Nothing really. And that's being honest. I wish I could know you better, really know you beyond the sweets and smiles. I suppose I never will and that's not much to be grateful for. I am grateful how dedicated you have been in response to everything, even ignoring how little we've spoken/communciated/made efforts to get in touch with you. Your persistence has been much loved. Thank you Bonnie.

Cathy, my dude. Too much. Too much to say. I guess thank you for grounding me, for sharing the good times, for making me get through Year 12 with very little upsets, for hanging in there, for persisting, for being you. I wish you could be a little more open with me but I guess that's too much to hope for. Too much.

Ah, Carman. I didn't mean to leave you last. I suppose Carman and I have really bonded and shared more than common information on what's going on. I've noticed I have as many intersts in common with her as I do Sue and I suppose that's helped. She and I trade insults and remarks as often as I do with Cathy now, except none of them are tinged with anger or resentment that were there before. Its been better, a hell of a lot better this year. So Thank you for trying. For being better, for being more of a friend that I ever supposed/hoped for.

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I have a heck full of IB friends to thank but its nearly 3 so I gotta get to bed. So I'll just list em', Adelle, Sonia, Katrina, Anna-Sophia (Spanish Team), Jen, Steph, Sarah (Psych Team), Sarah again (English Team), Ying, Laura, Sarah (Maths), Jen and Steph again (Chem), no one in History. Pretty much all of IB for making it great. We've really bonded, made it a team thing so I've really loved/enjoyed that. And while it has made me nearly bonkers, I'll miss it and the people. We've had fun, amazing times and I didn't hate it. Didn't hate it at all. (Well that all depends on my result now).

I also have other people to thank in VCE and otherwise, Jess (American Buffy fan), Marie (Deaf, Indonesia), Karen, Jess, Leanne, Amanda (My HG team) for making my charity work great!!! Also Amanda for always livening up Nevile House Assemblies for me and Carman. Sylvie for being her histrionic self. Kim for being my co-conspirator concering evil 'MEIN' math teachers. And her whole group, lots of people in there. Oh and while I'm there, I'll also thank Eliza's group for supporting me through Year 9 and 10, especially when I was without my friends (I.E. Marshmeade). They were great. Funny, gave me lots of great experiences and were just awesome.

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I can't believe I'm saying this but MLC gave me more than what Sue deems necessary. It gave me a life I can't believe I've had. Sure I've been drama-ridden (my childhood), but this has been a safe secure ride with one hell of an end. I've hated things but I've enjoyed things more and I've only realised that now. MLC is not only going to be early mornings, terrible assemblies and bitches, but friends, experiences, life, work, interest and me. I've been the belle for some and the beast for others, even combined but I'm sure they've enjoyed me and I've enjoyed them. I'm glad I can look back on it fondly, unlike my sister, so I have achieved that much, if not a great Enter. So thank you MLC.

Good Bye and Good Luck

~ M.M.W ~

PS: *rest* *rest*
Schnugged at 01:28 |

Current Mood: Pause
Current Music: Marvin Gaye - What's going on?

Yep. Listening to the original version of that song we sang on Speech Night. Yeah. Its much better. Why the hell do I keep wanting to say 'rest, rest'? Damn Jeanette.

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Zach Braff. Has. A Blog. He is sooo cute. In that sorta weird way.


Hello from London!

What an amazing city. I can't wait to come back here and spend some real time walking around when I'm not required to do 4000 interviews a day in the same dark hotel room. I'm staying in a very nice hotel. It's so fancy; the bathroom has two toilets right next to each other. Not sure why. Seems awfully decadent to me. Either one is for peeing and one is for pooing, or it's to enable you and your loved one to go two-sies at the same time. I don't know, but I like it. The people here are very polite and they absolutely love to drink. It seems like every activity is based around when you'll drink next. Perhaps that's why they have two cans in every bathroom. They love "Friends" here. I swear, if you flick channels, "Friends" is on at all times of the day. There's like "Friends" channels!



Wow. It hasn't changed a bit. Hee.

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My Aunty Beatrice (because that's what I have to call all of my mum's chinese friends, even if they aren't really my aunts. Its a sign of respect, A'mes, you white caucasian you) is coming over and hopefully (although most probably) bringing her brat over. IN MY EXAM WEEK! Mum's making me go out too. God-fuckit. ARrgh. Argh.
Although she is bringing DVDS over. Oh damn that too. I'm so gonna wanna watch. And I was making sure I saw everything so I wouldn't be distracted this week *glances at blog* Ooops.

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I want to hug Adele to smithereens. She made Health notes. I love her. Love her. I can't do Health for shit. YAY!

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Saw the last two eps of Sex and the city and now I official own them, thanks to Em's kazzaa account. Only because they're just over a 100 mgs.


~SPOILERS That means you run away now, Mary! ~


Its sad. Really sad. She breaks up Barishynivof...oh that famous ballet guy (I know his name because my sister kept saying it in some weird airy voice, Alex Petrovsky)...and yeah. Big rescues her-ish, because she sorta left him all ready. Paris isn't so great as everyone thinks it is. Steve and Miranda move into Brooklyn and Steve's mom has a stroke, really sad part where Miranda is chasing the mom around New York and finds her eating pizza out of a bin. She takes her back to the house and washes her. Really beautiful scene where Magda kisses Miranda on the forehead and talks about true acts of love. Charlotte, of course, gets the second thing she wanted from the beginning, the adoption of a baby. This time for sure. Samantha comes out about breast cancer at some benefit (really funny with her hot flashes), and throws her wig off. Also, in the next scene, Smith confronts her about her loss of sex drive (A'mes: Oh no! Not SAMANTHA!), and he goes off in a huff to some movie (Samantha, being her, assures him to have sex with other people). Instead she calls him, and tells him not to and he comes back to her, and tells her he loves her. Aww. Really sweet. And then they...er...have sex.
Biggest story is Carrie's though. I guess I really didn't explain in much detail. She goes to Paris and inevitably, Petrovsky is too much in entranced with his art to really care about her, so she invariably wanders around Paris on her own until the final straw, she looses it after he makes her miss a party celebrating her book and he accidentally slaps her. She gets the heck out of there (successfully ending her relationship) and runs into BIG. Accidentally she tells him that he hit her, which results in one of the funniest scenes EVER, in which BIG goes all noble and attempts to get up there and kick Petrovsky ass. Really funny, until Carrie trips him. Heheheh. They go out into Paris, the way she wanted it, and he tells her she's "the one". Awww.
Not the last scene though. The last scenes are American Beauty style, glancing into each character's lives while Carrie finishes her last column:

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

Really great ending, I must say. Which means that I only have two episodes left, which I havent' seen. *sniff* And only five episodes of friends left. *sniff* Oh dear. This is bad. By the time, I finish my exams (oh right, studying!), it'll be over. Wahh!

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Okay. I'm going to study, after lunch first. I PROMISE! A'mes kick me off if I come back on. Kay?

A'mes:: Kay. *munches*

Ciao.

~ M.M.W ~


Schnugged at 13:08 |

Current Mood: Wishful
Current Music: The Vines - Ride

This post has to be fast so A'mes, add stuff if you want. I have Chem tutor in 9.09 seconds.

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Last day was so-so sad. I arrived late, having stupidly mixed my times. 15 to 8, not 15 to 9, stupid. Argh.
Ran into Jen, and then ran into my friends. Took photos outside the PEC (Not muscles!)and then watched the concert. Funny things for example, the teacher's play (just a bunch of other teachers plus my two chem teachers dancing around, moulin rouge like on stage), Amanda sang this really pretty song without music, I think there's a latin word for it, apella I think? Um...emma stone was pretty horrific, her tan is soo bad it matched her lion king costume. I thought tan was on its way out? Although Mrs Collins dancing to 'I wanna be king' was a riot. What else? Ildi dancing and interviewing as host, can't you just see her with a RoVE like show? Ugh. She can be annoying though.
After that, my dudes (Anna, Cathy, Carman, Sue) came over to my house and we totally like hung out, my mom shoving cookies at us. Argh. This is too slow.
Okay, after that, we trammed to school and were aprox, 15 minutes late, but we weren't too late anyway, but fashionable.
Lunch was nice, except we missed the canapes, and had to listen to Mrs Storelli and bloody our valedictorian, Wheeler's speech. I hate that girl.
We had lunch, which apparently was nicer than the formal food, and then took rounds of photos. I had to go hunt people down and found out other people were actually hunting me down. Scary shit.
But yes, I did get all the people I wanted into my photos. And not only my friendship group. Oh and I always ended up standing next to Cathy, cause no one else would?

Carman: She makes me look short.

Pshaw. *rolls eyes*

That was about it. Everyone trammed to my house (except Sue, who left early after some nice mousse), and spent time untill I had to kick them out my door and have a very terrible math tutor. I was soo tired, although I had done nothing.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: More later. Ohh, and for our last song, we had to clap and sing to 'Rise up' by Australian Idol. Oh right...

PS: Off to another tutor now, Chem. ARGH!!!!!! Except this time I did print my exam. Woo. Go me.
Schnugged at 14:50 |

Meme

Memmy memmy meme goodness...

Thirteen Random Things You Like

1) Dior Belts
2) Avocado
3) Warm feeling you get when you're surrounded by your friends
4) Friendly joshing
5) Crying in happiness
6) The Whip Sound
7) Suede
8) My handwriting on the shower door
9) A brilliant photo moment
10) Yohji Yamamoto Patterns
11) Rain showers when its shining
12) Beautiful words
13) Cellar Door

Twelve Movies

1) The Associate
2) Moulin rouge
3) The Princess Bride
4) The Breakfast Club
5) St. Elmos Fire
6) Requiem for a dream
7) Parent Trap
8) The Dish
9) Wilde
10) The Calcium Kid
11) The Net
12) Legends of the Fall

Eleven Good Bands/Artists

1) Led Zeplin
2) Michelle Branche
3) Dido
4) U2
5) Enya
6) Coldplay
7) Michael Jackson (early black)
8) The Cranberries
9) The Corrs
10) Vanessa Mae
11) Lenny Kravitz

Ten Physical Things (About You)

1) Hovering between overly weighty and senility
2) "Big Eyes" - according to Sarah
3) Thin Lips
4) Chubby fingers
5) Big feet
6) Nice ears
7) Asian nose
8) Clear-ish Face
9) Big thighs
10) American voice

Nine Good Friends (Damn!)

1) Anna
2) Cathy
3) Carman
4) Sue
5) A'mes
6) Em
7) Mary
8) Alice
9) Jen
(And Petrie and MV!)

Eight Favourite Foods and Drinks

1) Tiramisu
2) Fried Kuoi Tow
3) Curry Laksa
4) Mum's curry
5) Lambshanks
6) Mashed Potatoes
7) Burritos
8) Cream cheese Bagels

Seven Things I Wear Daily

1) Undies
2) Bra
3) Hair tie
4) Butterfly Ring
5) Lip balm
6) Pajamas
7) Earrings

Six Things That Annoy You

1) Pity
2) When people are undeservably weird
3) Laugh when you're crying
4) Sniff during an exam
5) Nod when they're not listening
6) People who weild power unfairly

Five Things You Touch Everday

1) My G.C.
2) Doorknobs
3) My hair
4) Buttons
5) Eating Utensils

Four Shows You Watch

1) The Simpsons
2) Friends
3) Alias
4) Scrubs

Three People You've Had a Crush On

1) Tom
2) Kyle
3) Cameron
* My three childhood loves! And all American.

Two Things You Hate

1) My life
2) My heart

One Thing You Love

1) Moments were I can believe.



~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 20:30 |

Current Mood: Fragile
Current Music: The Killers - Smile like you Mean it

This song rules. *head bangs* So apathy-ness.

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Working on yearbook, until Sue and Carman distracted me. Oh, and I, el rebel, walked right out of my chem class. Oh go me. Except there was only like four of us, and I didn't really walk out...more like snuck out, and yeah, it really wasn't our teacher and no, it didn't really matter. What are they going to give me? Saturday detention? Fail me? Hah. Well, I hope not. Oh ugh, I just can't be cool and truly rebell like.

Back to yearbook news, checking out the yearbook Katrina made for her group. Pretty awesome. She told me she printed it all out in word, and then bound it at Officeworks for a $1 each. So essentially, ours will cost $48 per.
Hee.

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Well today was sadly my second last day of school forever. I slept in for my last spare, Spanish was cancelled (he just thrust lots of sheets at us and ran off) so Adios Senor Leon! Gracias mi Dios!!! No more grassy-ass for us. Its kinda sad Spanish is over, I loved Spanish. Stupid movies. Katrina, Adele and I falling asleep in front of the heater during weird rooster movies, Anna-Sophia and I getting into pseudo-conflicts until one of us cracks - a smile. Or the 'bad smell' day. Ugh. That was muy terrible.
It was also our last Chemistry lesson. Except she wasn't there. Which was quite a put out, and we had a class but it was a student teacher...and I ended up walking out, cause I didn't need it. I'm too good for school. Sad. Out of all my teachers, I probably liked Ms. Bellion the most, teacher-wise, she was great. Funny and always stunning. The best out of all of them, really.
Also our last Psych class, and it was noticable who wasn't turning up. Sarah didn't. Diana didn't etc, but that could have been because of art. Nice lesson, surprisingly, he noticed we were getting bored so we ended up playing hang-man, a nice repetition of our psychology heads last year. *sigh* I had good times in Psych too. Some of them bad, but most good. I got into sooo much trouble in that class. But only coz he's whack. When I get the photos I'll scan 'em and put them up. I got random ones and one of the Psych class. I think it'll be really sweet. I just wish I got one of espanol.
Not my last English class, so less sad. And Mr Pryke made us do a commentary. Evil, evil man. And I only did a page, which was surprising, considering I kept stopping and mock-angry talking with Sarah. Ahhh. Tommorow will be the best though, coz I have the rather-formal last lunch with Jenny, Sarah and Ying (along with my friends!) and my last History class.

Excuse me while I go party like its 1989!!!!
(N.b. No one will get that reference unless you do history. 1989, Mary, was when the Berlin wall came down. It was a time of much rejoicing as it meant the end of the Cold War and any intention for WW3.)

Also. They've got a huge thing planned for all of us as Math is the last class for all of us. Am I really saying this or I cannot wait!! Woooh.

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Quote of Today: By Me of course.

In the Art House, Sarah and I are visiting Ying trying to finish her portfolio. Today, all the IB art's students portfolios are due. Argh. And Ying is not alone in her vain attempts to bring together something good.

Me: Hey Ying! You're cheer squads here! (Earlier we promised we would go to her exhibition Wednesday next week and cheer her on! Really formal occasion.)
Ying: *feigned sarcasm (lets hope!)* Oh...
Me: *taking cheerleader pose* Go Ying Goh!
Sarah erupts into laughter. Ying rolls her eyes.
(N.B. Goh, Ying's last name, sounds like go. Goh ahead and try it out!)

It also works with 'You Goh, Girl!', but less so.

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Remind me to post Speech Night picies. They're so pretty. Well I haven't seen them yet. But they are sure to be emotionally-high. And I think most of us were crying or on the verge.

~

In more news, while reading Katrina's yearbooks I found out that Fairley had met Orlando Bloom on the Ned Kelly set because her uncle was a producer. Um...okay. That's just great.
*hmpfs off*

~

I've decided to stay after-school tommorow and snap photos of MLC for everyone because...hey! That's what I do. So that means I won't be able to make our usual Thursday Meeting, darls, due to yearbook goodiness. Look at the extent to which I'm jeapordising everything for this thing. I'm just too great.

A'mes: That is true!

Is. Is. Is. Now I have to be off. I promised Mr Gay-Pink-Rogering a commentary tommorow. I wanna watch Marlon Brando...I mean Streetcar. *shudders* Last day tommorow! AHHHHHH! And no spares *sigh* How ironically I.B. Tah. Will post tommorow night so be ready with news and tears and need for less stress.
Stress wands out!

Ciao.

~ M.M.W ~


P.S. Among all my work, I still managed to make an icon. Be proud. Be v. proud.




Schnugged at 18:58 |

Current Mood: Scared
Current Music: Super Furry Animals - Hello Sunshine

Exams. Big Fat Finals. In 2. 2. 2! Weeks.

So, I'm going to procrastinate. Procrastinate rules!

~



This is so true. So true. It makes me so laugh so hard because it is so damn true.

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Eeek. There's a trailer for the EE of ROTK. Anagram Explanation? Extended Essay of Riding On The Tide, a movie by Michael Mayhew. Oh you know I'm lying. Its Extended Edition of Return of the King. Eeek. Eek. Soo cool! *dribbles*

I really needed that. I've been very LOTR-less over the year. Haven't watched the movies once. ONCE! Since I saw ROTK. They have brillant scenes. Like the face-off between Saruman (no! not a digimon! *cackles insanely*), this thing coming out to greet Aragorn's group before final battle, and my ultimate favourite, a scene(s?) between Eowyn and Faramir. Oooh! They were so cute together. I was squeeing all by myself. Em herself is squeeing.

Em: Eeeeeeeeee!

See!

~

A'mes E-Mail Memeness. You actually have the 'How to Make Friends and Influence People!'! You bitch, you!

A Book That You Own that None of Your Friends Own: I've asked around and it seems like I'm the only one in the world that has and has read Dr. Dolittle by that Hugh guy. Was it Hugh? I have no idea. I love that book. Love it. One of my first loves. Don't know it? Its about the guy who talks to animals, but way back, pre-Eddie Murphy. And he's cool. And hip. And totally takes this boy places. Actually...a lot of the time its just him and the boy and...eww. Don't ruin it, A'mes! Don't!

A CD That you Own That None of Your Friends Own: A'mes keeps telling me not to pluralise friends. F*** off, bitchy. Um, probably my two Disney Soundtracks...or my Bug's Life soundtrack. *blushes* Oh I know, but I love the music and it was only like three dollars.

Mary: You paid too much! It should be 'free or best offer'.

Uhuh. Simpsons soundtracks are great though. I listen to them when I'm really down. They always manage to liven my life up just that little bit more. Hee. Oh that reminds me, add Labyrinth in there too. David Bowie rocks. Even with tights. Even.

A DVD/VHS that you own that None of Your Friends Own: That would be a lot. Anything to do with Sex and the City, a lot of my BBC especially Black Adder. Now I want White Teeth on DvD! *pouts* Actually I have heaps. Most specifically, something that theyw oudl never get, my Disney Sing-a-longs. Cute.

A Place That You've Been That None of Your Friends Have Been: In terms of my net-friends, none. A'mes, Petrie and myself have been to practically all the same places, even Malaysia. (Ames: Terimah kasih, babe.) In terms of my school friends, lots of place. Most of Europe, Malaysia, America, England etc. Even Australia, for that matter.

Oh, and now I'm supposed to post some poetry. I'll post some of my favourite. One by Oscar Wilde actually, Amor Intellectualis (Intelligent/Intellectual Love?).

Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our bark upon that sea
Which the nine Muses hold in empery,
And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam,
Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home
Till we had freighted well our argosy.

Of which despoilèd treasures these remain,
Sordello's passion, and the honied line
Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
Driving his pampered jades, and more than these,
The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.

Happy, A'mes? You've procastinated me, enough. Be off with you, off!

Ames: *flounces prancily-schmanicily off*

~

Em, remind me to buy Any Eels soundtrack. I've found out that I love all of their music. Thanks O.C.

~

More I.B. Stuff...yes you can run away!

Philosophy exam:

Q: Is this a question?
A: If this is an answer!

Biology exam:

Create life . Justify your answer.

IB Entrance Exam for High School Students

Time Limit: 3 Weeks

1. What language is spoken in France?



2. Give a dissertation on the ancient Babylonian Empire with particular reference to architecture, literature, law and social conditions -OR- give the first name of Pierre Trudeau.



3. Would you ask William Shakespeare to
(a) build a bridge
(b) sail the ocean
(c) lead an army or
(d) WRITE A PLAY



4. What religion is the Pope?
(a) Jewish
(b) Catholic
(c) Hindu
(d) Polish
(e) Agnostic
(check only one)



5. Metric conversion. How many feet is 0.0 meters?



6. What time is it when the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 5?



7. How many commandments was Moses given? (approximately)



8. What are people in America's far north called?
(a) Westerners
(b) Southerners
(c) Northerners



9. Spell -- Bush, Carter and Clinton
Bush:
Carter:
Clinton:



10. Six kings of England have been called George, the last one being George the Sixth. Name the previous five.



11. Where does rain come from?
(a) Macy's
(b) a 7-11
(c) Canada
(d) the sky



12. Can you explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity?
(a) yes
(b) no


13. What are coat hangers used for?



14. The Star Spangled Banner is the National Anthem for what country?



15. Explain Le Chateliers Principle of Dynamic Equilibrium -OR- spell your name in BLOCK LETTERS.



16. Where is the basement in a three story building located?



17. Which part of America produces the most oranges?
(a) New York
(b) Florida
(c) Canada
(d) Wisconsin



18. Advanced math. If you have three apples how many apples do you have?



19. What does NBC (National Broadcasting Corp.) stand for?



20. The International Baccalaureate began when (approximately)?
(a) B.C.
(b) A.D.


Omg, I just read an English essay written by a very, very poor person after doing three hours of ToK. I fee so bad for them. Here's the first paragraph.

In William Golding’s Lord of the Rings the beast on the island is seen as a real object, but on reality it is a symbolism of the unconscious part of the psyche. That is similar to “East and West Egg” metaphor in Shakespeare’s Great Gatsby. East and west are the two parts of the unconscious.

Oh dear.

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Enough out of me. I have two Psych Essays, One History Essay and One English essay by tommorow and I haven't started. Go me. Night, y'all.

~M.M.W ~


Schnugged at 21:10 |

Schnugged at 13:39 |

Flight News

According to Sue, Alice definitely can't go. But it seems pretty unanimous that we are still going. So *shrugs* I don't know what to do. Carman wants to make the arrangements, and it seems pretty definite. Alos, we're rounding things up now, that'll make it pretty impossible for Alice to come, like booking the flights which can't be changed etc. Darnit.

On a more cheery note, I've been checking out the flight schedules. It looks like...
Fri, 03 Dec 04
Flight DJ 831
Operated by Virgin Blue 13:15 Depart Melbourne
14:35 Arrive Sydney

We'll depart Melbourne and arrive:
Friday, 03, Dec 04
Flight DJ 827, Blue Saver, $119.00 (Although one before is $99...hmmm...)
12:15 Depart Melbourne 13:35 Arrive Sydney
This is mostly because our checking in time is at 2, which leaves us ample time to get our bags, get through all that other stuff (Terroist security!), and find transport to the city in probably around 30 minutes to an hour. I can't wait!! Funness and hoodwinks to be had. Loads.


And We'll Depart Sydney, I'm sure sadly:
Friday, 10, Dec 04
Flight DJ 860, Fair Fare, $109.00 (and the last flight out! Wah!)
21:15 Depart Sydney 22:45 Arrive Melbourne
This is also because our checking out time is 10, so we'll still be leaving early but we'll be able to have a farewell, sniffy dinner, where I'm sure I'll toast and do something stupid. But it will all be for fun and sadness. *sniffies* Maybe, we should have a sleepover when we get back. Jk!

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More, less exciting stuff. I've been scoping out the apartments of the Meriton. And since, Alice isn't comings its been a bit of a problem...see I think we should get a four and pretend Sue is a kid. But Carman says just get the six. Blah. Anyway, here are the two choices (Yes, two choices, because I like the other one too!)

Tiffany Bond Junction



Pretty isn't it? Its' got:

Apartments have either a view of Sydney Harbour and the City skyline, which takes in the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House or views of the Ocean to Bondi Beach and/or Botany Bay in the distance.



Full sized and equipped kitchens
Stainless steel oven and cook-top
Microwave
Internal laundries with washing machine & dryer
Large lounge / Dining Rooms
Spacious bedrooms
Marble bathrooms
Enclosed Balcony
Generous Storage Space
Television
CD player
Telephone



Facilities

2 x 22m indoor heated lap pools with spa
2 x Sauna
2 x tennis courts
2 x Basketball courts
Fully equipped gym
Meeting / Business Centre
Outdoor BBQ area
Virtual Golf centre






Well there's this and the World Tower Sydney



Features
Full sized and equipped kitchens
Stainless steel oven and cook-top
Microwave
Internal laundries with washing machine & dryer
Large lounge / dining rooms
Spacious bedrooms
Granite bathrooms
Enclosed Balcony
Generous Storage Space
Television
CD player
Free Parking





Facilities
Finest resort style facilities
pools
spas
gymnasium
games room
golfing simulator
24hr security
private theatrettes
business centre



Coolies.

~

Personally I'd rather go here...









Palazzo Versace Hotel.

~ M.M.W ~





Schnugged at 13:15 |

Current Mood: Heroic
Current Music: Pachebel - Canon in D

No. I'm not dead. Although close to it. Studying, dears. Studying.

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First one for the night. Just a little something I picked up on my travels.
Now, Sean Penn. Let me see, I think, great actor (Dead Man Walking), I think great wife (Robin Wright Penn, goregous, Princess Buttercup), fat children... Okay, okay. I'll stick to great actor. And if you think they're fat, check out Jim Carrey's daughter. Obese city here we come. Anyway...

Check out this memo that Sean Penn sent the creators of Team America and lesser known, South Park. Apparently they've been needling him to work for them, and he responded...in more ways than one (over their humour too...ouch!).

To Trey Parker and Matt Stone,

I remember a cordial hello when you guys were beginning to be famous guys around Hollywood at some party. I remember several times getting a few giggles out of your humor. I remember not being bothered as you traded on my name among others to appear witty, above it all, and likeable to your crowd. I never mind being of service, in satire and silliness.

I do mind when anybody who doesn't have a child, doesn't have a child at war, or isn't or won't be in harm's way themselves, is encouraging that there's "no shame in not voting" "if you don't know what you're talking about" (Mr. Stone) without mentioning the shame of not knowing what your talking about, and encouraging people to know. You guys are talented young guys but alas, primarily young guys. It's all well to joke about me or whomever you choose. Not so well, to encourage irresponsibility that will ultimately lead to the disembowelment, mutilation, exploitation, and death of innocent people throughout the world. The vote matters to them. No one's ignorance, including a couple of hip cross-dressers, is an excuse.

All best, and a sincere fuck you,

Sean Penn

P.S. Take this as a personal invitation from me to you (you can ask Dennis Miller along for the ride as well) to escort you on a trip, which I took last Christmas. We'll fly to Amman, Jordan and I'll ride with you in a (?) 12 hours through the Sunni Triangle into Fallujah and Baghdad and I'll show you around. When we return, make all the fun you want.



That and I read this story where Paris Hilton saw him at a party and went up to him, all well...Paris Hilton-ish, so she could meet him and you know, be stupid and he said, "Who are you?" and then just walked off. One, for the intellectuals. Yay. Hope that somehow demolished her stupid heirness ego. Oh yes, I don't like Paris Hilton too. For many, many, many reasons.

Me: One, she represents all that is unfair in the world. She's got so much money and what the hell does she do with it?
Em: *sighs* Oh dear...

Yeah, yeah I know. I won't rant. Its just so damn unfair. I don't want to be like her. I just wish people like her didn't exist. More Sean Penn's. Less Hilton bitches.
~

Bad me. I became mayor.



I promise, A'mes. I won't play anymore. I won't.

~

Upcoming Gilmore Girls episode. They mention Orlando Bloom. Hee hee. Can't wait to tell Sue. Rory is putting up posters of some old man and this guy walks up and says,
"Did they run out of them on the Bloom kid?" Hee hee. And yes, it was Orlando Bloom. Who else would it be?

~

Cassie Claire just released the second of two cookies. And oh dear, she's got a lot of angry commenters. Here's the last bit...

“Do you love me?” she said.

For a moment he sat absolutely still, only his fingertips moved more quickly against her wrist, and she saw that he was trying not to smile. Finally, he said, “You really want to know?”

“Yes,” she said.

“We’re trapped in a prison, any help is continents away, Voldemort is about to subjugate the entire world to his evil will and the best we have to look forward to is very messy deaths, and you want to talk about our relationship?”

Ginny pulled her wrist away. “I want to talk about our relationship.”

“It’s going to be very hard to do that without any poetry,” Draco said plaintively.

Ginny fixed him with an unflinching stare. “Try,” she said.

Ahem. I didn't comment...no, not at all. Even though I'm raging inside. Raging. Black and blue and green and mostly red. Raging all the still.

~

Off to watch...the 4400. Gah. I get sucked in too. Darn it. Damm I'm late!

~ M.M.W ~



Schnugged at 21:19 |

WAKING

The Sun comes up too early
Bleeding light through trees outside my window.
Dreams invaded and quickly fading,
I stir beneath the sheets.
Eyes like butterflies,
I fight a silent battle
To hold on to the night.

The wind moves west
And the trees dance.
I remember that they dance for him.
His laughter is the music.
Soft sunlight kisses my face
And I remember the fire of his touch,
Hot skin soaked in candlelight.

I have forgotten his face, his name,
All the promises we made,
But my spirit still calls to him.
It remembers what I dreamt of last night.

LM Hutchings

Its pretty, although quite sexual in light of the lovely imagery in the first stanza. Sure I could do a commentary...maybe I should. But then whose can I compare it to? Sorry, for posting again so soon but I just came a fluttering over it. Based on a template of a site on Orlando Bloom. Ahhh!!!

~ M.M.W ~

Schnugged at 13:22 |

Current Mood: Mutual
Current Site: One of my various Cap sites...and Psych Research.

Strangely enough, I'm once again posting in my spare. Maybe that's because I'm tired and bored to the shits, and the end of this day is looking dreadful. House Assembly (our last one) and Big Assembly (where we get our blazer!). I was having a pretty great day until second period, when fat ass Psychology hit. Was Mrs Collin's most terrible presence supposed to make us quaver and like the fact that we have Mr.M more? Argh. She's right, she doesn't know anything about Psychology, so she shoudl just shut it. Although, it did yield some helpful hints towards Humanistic that we did not know. Hiding it from us, is he?

Rogers proposed that most children experience conditional positive regard; parents withold thier love and approval if children fail to conform to their elder's standards...

Writing my Psych notes now. Crap, I didn't get the essay topic down. Oh well, I'll have to ring Jen or Steph or Sarah or Adele on the weekend. Meh. I really can't be fucked, along with the five english and history essays I'm planning to write. Earlier I was scanning the list going, "I don't like this one...or that one...or this one..." etc, until I realised a full five minutes later, that I had not found one that I would like writing. Gah.

Flitting through A'mes e-mails and my cousin's e-mails. Mostly forwards from my cousin, and various aging rambles from A'mes, about how I'm so neglectful. Of course, she's joking but I sent her an evil e-mail and I y-med her, just cause I'm evil and msn, doesn't allow off-line chats. Pow. And it didn't sound hilarious at all.

Recieved shocking news yester-night. Alice can't come! What? The shock was visible this morning...and then it just dissolved. Like water. And I was like! Guys, c'mon! This is ALice here! She's having a crisis! Support-a-roonies! But of course, I didn't get to say anything of that...due to the rather need for breakfast that was consuming me. If I am going to be whiney, I need to be awake. But this is serious stuff. I mean if Alice can't come...should we cancel it all together? I don't think we should, but she has to come. I know she wants to. Its something to look forard to, propel you and through the torrent that will be VCE and IB. Without Alice, it will be just weird. I can't hide that I was angry at her! Not angry at her personally, because she might have done this deliberately (which I seriously doubt!) but because she won't be coming! I mean, it'll just be the MLC group now, which won't feel right. It didn't feel right without Bonnie and now it feels wronger. Especially as we changed it so that Anna could come...but I've offered to change it for Alice, and still it seems unviable. Ugh. I'm torn. Should we go or just cancel it? Hopefully her parents will come around, but otherwise I feel really bad, especially as Carman put so much effort into this...and then again, Alice won't come. I guess I will just have to wait and see what happens for now. Argh.

Okay, time to get off topic. I was thinking of changing my blog layout again! I'm quite bored of this one. How many is is that I have gone through now? I have no idea.

I worked out that with my results I got a 40/45, which A'mes told me was great. According to these results, I was overestimating and underestimating my final result. That would be either a 38/40 or a 43/40. Both estimations allowed me to have my three extra points, but even so (lets say I got a two), that woudl still be a 39 and 42, which are still very high 90's. Very high, indeed. A 40, now, (which probably means I got a 43) is a 99.50, I think. Which is pretty damn good! Not good enough for Med, but good. I think I'd be happy with a 40. That's 99.0, but I'd love to have 43 or something. I'm not even trying for dux now. They're are too many smart people! Now its just time to buckle down and work really, really, really hard. And no, I'm not going to make the promise that I'm not going to post again till after my exams. Posting is therapeutic, even though it takes up most of my spare, and allows me considerable procrastination. But I will promise that I won't play the Sims 2...maybe. No, I won't. I abstained this week, I think I can do it for longer.

Muah. And A'mes, don't flame me! It was all in jest, you snipish whore. Hee.

~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 11:41 |

Me: WHAT??????
Em: *nods*
Ames: Omg...
Me: *blubbers*
Mary: *consoles*

*stops hyperventilating* So, the news I've been dreading for and hoping would never come...No, its not my exam results. I all ready had that, and it was sort of more curiosity than dread. No. Its a proposal. By Orlando Bloom. To Kate...kate...gawd, I can't even say her name. Okay, that stupid surfer bitch. There you go. I'm a tin hat. Oh dear god, dl's going to go nuts.

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Em: *quietly* yes...

~ M.M.W ~


Schnugged at 21:20 |

Current Mood: Focused
Current Music: Second Period Library Chatter, Mutinous but not Crack-Loud

So I said I would post some baby pics....a long long time ago. *checks archives* Yep, long time. Well I would have earlier but I don't exactly own a scanner so, I had to wait to get back from my so called 'holidays'. Heh, just has a flashback from a Friends Episode.

Joey: (Doing the finger quotations) Sorry!

Yeah. Funny episode. Anyway, here are the photos so enjoy me as a little kid and much cuter and sweeter than I am now, I assure you.


Lord, I was one pudgy but nonetheless cute baby. It must be something if even I think I'm cute.

This is my favourite picture of me. I look so happy which happens so infrequently now that I barely recognise happiness. Ahh the simplicity of baby life. Eat, crawl, babble. Eat, crawl, babble. Oh, I forgot poop. But who had constraint then? *grin* Oh, I'll post the pics of my little nephew Kenshin next time and try and cut myself out of them. I'm sooo uglay, increased ten fold by the 10 pounds put on by the camera and the hot weather. I was sweating like a pig there! (And probably was one, the food was excellente!)

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So its Monday and I'm at School and god it is boring and terrible. Saw my long-lost VCE friends this morning and we all agreed that...omg, how much is CHanel like Alice?Its creepy. They both smile way too much, maybe that's why its creepy. When one smiles at something really sad, I always have that memory of chuckie or Freddy Kreuger or perhaps Elephant, that emotionless, almost stolid drive to do what has to be done. It has inklings of serial killer. Not that I'm making Chanel or Alice out to be serial killers, only that sometimes...its creepy, dude.
Period One, saw my favourite IB friends again, we all sorta grumbled Neanderthal like at one another and grumped, yes grumped, into the Chem room zombie like. Bellino hadn't marked any of our exams, so she had us mark our Paper Ones. I did surprisngly well...but only when I found out that no one got full marks and the highest was a 26, so yayness! (Out of 30, darlings plus one of the questions didn't count, because the teacher conceeded that none of the answers were right and although I *technically* got it wrong, Bellino concurred that she thought my answer was right, so suck! Yes suck to the stupid IB mock Chem exam! Okay, rant over.)

It was kinda embarassing though, because Jen had to look onto mine and of course, Jen's the whiz at chem exams so...yeah. I mean I didn't do too badly, but it was all just blah. Still, I have to pat myself on the back after only having studied the night before and applying over two years worth of chem theory and concepts. So, yes go me! Although I know for a fact I'm not looking forward to this weeks' chem tutor. Gah. Especially when she compares me with Sue's results. NOT my fault, Sue's a genius and does VCE. Not mine. No. So what am I doing now? I'm sitting in my period spare, looking up (yeah right) Psychology Studies (I found one on sexual intercourse so Steph says to bung it into my essay, which I will do because I'm considered sleazy by all my friends - pshaw!), oh and writing this.

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Saw Vanity Fair. I want that soundtrack! I want it! I want it! Its so beautiful that movie, a lavish England shimmer with Indian luxury. Even the clothes, the colours, the hair. Gah. I love it, just for the visual experience. Oh and the music, especially So Sleeps the Crimson Petal. Omg, want, want, want. That and She Walks in Beauty. Beautiful, beautiful songs. And I think, Reese Witherspoon sings them. On the otherwise, acting was okay. Witherspoon was good, devilish and "trailing wickedness" but she didn't truly live up to the minxish Becky in the book or Natasha Little's coyness. Although Little playing Sheepshanks, had jabs of Becky in her when she was onscreen, especially when she was Rawdon, she was sparking Becky! Gah. I kept laughing to myself at the irony of the situation, it was as if she was observing Witherspoon's performance during the entire get-go. It was interesting. One embarssing thing about Witherspoon's performance, she has a tendency to overact during certain moments, especially when Rawdon leaves her and she completely screeches. Terrible, ear-wrenching moment that made me go red in embarassment for her. Blah. She gets at least 15 mil for this movie, so why should I care?

The boys and Amelia. Romola Garai sure is making a name for herself in movies. Out of Deronda and BBC periods and she's into Dirty Dancing, Nickleby and Vanity Fair, always playing the good girl who goes wrong. She was pleasant in ths film without for the first time, blonde hair, except she was taller than Johnathan Rhys Meyers which was kinda funny, because he's so short and yet so full of himself. As far away from his Bend it Like Beckham character, he carried off John to a good degree, and was believiable, especially when the tension was thick between him and Becky (sexual or other), except sometimes...he looked like a girl, which made me chuckle, along with his shortness. Best out of all three was Rawdon. He was so appealing, so much more than the BBC version, especially when he was with Shanks-lady. And I felt so sorry for him, when he had to let his son go. Oh and the other less notable, although I expected a stronger performance, perhaps if they'd give the Amelia-Dobbin's storyline more screentime was Rhys Ifans as Dobbins. Strangely appealing here (note Notting Hill Character), he was a good Dobbins but surely not the best. Other notables, Eileen Atkins as the head of the house of Crawley, as funny and witty as Lady Bracknell (Judi Dench) with about the same number of aphorisms and Gabriel Byrne (Marquis) who always either makes me hate him or like him, its never the inbetween, though he redeemed himself for being in an Arnie movie. He's much better than that. Although the entire painting side story was entire unnecessary.

Bits I liked? The beginning with She Walks in Beauty. Any part in India, you could just see Mira Nair (director) injecting so much beauty of her culture into a stiff, upper-lip England. Perfect for the time too, considering that this was the time of the trades, East India trading company. The balls, especially the one where she dances with George. Their house, especially that one room with the paintings all along the walls. The first and second ball at the Marquis, where sings So Sleeps the Crimson Petal and the Slave Dance. Coolies. Oh, and the Vauxhall Garden Party, although it looked like George was wooing Joss in the boat. Hee. Gay Narcisstic pouffes.

6/10. Saris to Mira Nair for visual exuberance. It was a tantilising experience, perhaps she should do a cooking movie although periods quite go. Some of the spoken material was silly and certainly I thought the acting would be a bit better (C'mon Broadbent!) but otherwise, a satisfactory movie I will probably rent and buy on DVD. Just so I can ooh and ahh over all the pretty dresses (and so-so pretty boys).

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End of period, so I have to go. Tah. Oh, and A'mes! I'm soo sorry! Chapel story, next. I promise. I promise. I promise. There I said it three times, I'm committed. (No, not like that crazy girl!)

~ M.M.W ~

Schnugged at 10:21 |

Current Mood: Assinine
Current Music: Mindy Smith - Joelene

Exams are, stop, over, stop.

There, you've got my telegram, Em darling. Now we can talk again like two normal birdies, without me going 'hi em, finding historians, bye em' or 'don't talk to me shit eater' and various other a-type personalities I have grubbed up from my meagre primordial soup of a brain. Yes. Its all gooey and fondue-like. Lots of things to update (along with the Chapel Street story which I never seem to be able to tell, I promise Ames! Next time!).

~

Movie News

Okay, so Shark's Tale isn't attaining the reviews, nay even the critical success it pompously self-inflated itself with. Even I'm 'tsking' in the face of another Pixar re-do. Disney must be either laughing into their $80 towels or pounding their feet on the floor, in anticipation of their next excellent adventure soon out this Nov/Dec, The Incredibles which I can't wait for. Yes, yes, Mary, we've established I'm a Disney-ite. Most of my lovable childish memories were spent with Pocahontas and Ariel, so yes, I'm biased, as I'm sure are most of my generation. I'm all for competition between rival animation companies, but as for blantant rip-offs, well...*hmpfs*. They'll see. They'll all see! Muah.

That wasn't my news though. It seems another studio, who I vastly adore and come second to Disney (well, pre-freeze Walt), called Blue Sky is prepping up for another animation turn over entitled Robots. Let me assure you, they aren't newbies, Blue Sky are the returning champions from the suculent sensation, Ice Age which I *proudly* own on DVD. Mee! Anyway, Robots, is about a young genius robot who goes out into robot city and blah blah blah...you know the story. Yep, I know, you're thinking either how boring or 'been done' but I'm not in it for the stories a lot of the time (although something does have to interest me), evidence is Planes, Trains and Automobiles on last night which I loved but was a one-idea plot. Nevertheless still good. I digress. The voice actors and animation is excellent. Get this: Ewan McGregor, Halle Berry, Mel Brooks (Ayiiii!), Drew Carey, Amanda Bynes (she hast atoned for the unspeakable movie with Colin Firth), Dan Hedaya, Jim Broadbent, Dianne Wiest, Stanley Tucci, the lovable Jennifer Coolidge (check her out in the TRAILER (not movie) of Cinderella Story as the evil step mother) and of course, the redeemed and always esteemed Robin Williams. He too features muchily in my child memories, always the funny, hairy boy! So yes, Spring 2005, here we come!

Secondly, of course I should mention the The Invisibles. Don't confuse this with the Incredibles. Its a website, perfect for my movie-tuned mind and serves as the much needed relaxation post-exams (that's not completely true, sometimes I want to hit my head against my desk!). This is so much fun! Everyone can do it, although it would be good if you knew a little (I lie, a lot) about movies. My sister and I get an average of about 5/8, she knows all the old ones, I know all the new ones so its all good. The Invisibles are pictures from well-known movies, with the people (characters) erased out and their faces appear as if they aren't there. Thus, you have to guess what movie they are from. Interesting, no? Hard, yes. Fun? si, si, si!!! Now only if they would do this with red-carpet Oscars/Emmies. That would be tacano!!!

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Big news. I got Sims 2. Yes. I got it. Its sitting right next to me and it is two words.
Wicked cool.
(Yes, I've gone British, so sod it...off). You can record movies and post pictures so I'll post some up.
Just some interesting things during my traversings. Did you know that your male can be abducted by aliens (when watching through the telescope) and return pregnant? Pregnant?? Yes, oh excited Ames, with an alien baby. Freak. Freak. Freak. Oh, and the first time I tried it out, at the Pleasants in Pleasantville, the husband who had a wandering eye, went after the maid on the COUCH, just as his wife was returning from work! Argh. I got the hell out of there. Talk about the perfect dysfunctional simulation, please. Good fun. Playing all this weekend, except of course until I go see Vanity Fair...hee hee.

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So, Exam News, as Mary has politetly and obsequiously (hee) requested.
The whole two weeks of exams (Yes I count ALL of last week) was spent without VCE friends, which was interesting, because I always hooked up with them during mid-years and last year's end of years, I don't know what happened. Perhaps becuase these were extremely serious? I don't know. Erstwhile. I spent a hell of a lot of time with IB friends which was crazily happy and stressed (a strange combination, our natural depressants and uppers on a high at the same time! Like polka dots and stripes!). I went on several highs which I haven't done for at least two terms, (except for that one unmentionable in chem class), where I told Jen to, 'lick your eyeball' which served as terrible imagery especially before our english exams and had Jen kick me, wearily but hard. Ow. Funny nonetheless. It eeked her. Steph and I had this delirious cram before our chem paper two, which was considered nice except by Clare. We sat down in the tuckshop, shoes off, spontaneously combusting into rants about how chem is hated by all, and how indeed the haber process works in lamen's terms (Quote by me: "Because they were sooo lame! *lots of giggling by me and weird looks by the techie people*". Yeah, that's how high I was!). Other splendid times, were sitting outside in the cold, after our spanish paper one, eating Adelle's basket of food, and complaining about how hard it had been and what the hell did "minuosvalidos" mean? I think that's the word and I still don't know what it means. Fuck him. Spanish Paper Two was a blast, we only had to do one question (I did two stupidly!) in Section A and one in Section B and everyone left thirty minutes early.
Today was the last day, and I was so eager and I had studied so hard (not, and the night before) for the options, medicine and bio-chemistry, that I finished early and sat there until I asked to go, which she let me, and I went into the stairwell with Jordi and Laura because of the evil eyes of the other VCE people and teachers taking exams, and discussed how silly and how easy it had been.
One thing, I believed was theorised and commented and learned by all IB students. Okay many things, such as if I hear one more VCE student complain about how they have two exams today, I will throttle them (or if they have six in all! ARGH!). Another, if the exams are good now (the mocks) then the end of years will be hard, a psuedo-Murphy's theory nabbed from observing last year's IB exams. SL Chem, hard shit! Oh, and laughing at the people taking exams in big BJ is perfectly acceptable, especially when one has finished fifteen and has only had three hours of sleep, and has listened to reprehensible rants of complaining by VCE art students, I believe some LAUGHTER is in order. Thank you very much, Jesus.

Two things irked me throughout (although failing would be a third, but all of IB was in it together, good-oh!). And they had, not surprisingly, were due to my non-IB friends and two special events. Right before my Spanish on Monday, VCE students started arriving and suddenly, I was overwhelmed by greetings and complaints, but admist them I was able to fight my way through to the IB Spanish corner where complaints were all ready in session (Me: How long did you study for? Anna: Started studying last night. You? Me: *excitedly* Me too! Yay!) Suddenly, I'm tapped on the shoulder and I'm about to whirl around and tell Adele to stop annoying me (Or was it Junebug? Better not be!), and its Cathy. Of course, I'm just about to start my normal 'hey! how ya doing?' jibe when Cathy, sternly and pretty rudely says shortly, 'hey, have you seen carman?'. It was like all in one breath and my mood just dropped to 0 Kelvin (-273 degrees, darlings, yes I did Chem today). As coldly and childlishly imperiously I said, 'I don't know' and turned my back on her. Reasons being, it was early in the morning, I just had done a few hundred exams and Cathy's short, cold cut question told me two things, she just couldn't wait to be with her VCE friends and she didn't give a damn about how I'd been or what I'd been doing. Friend? Friend? Okay, it was early in the morning too for her, but I'd just been through greeting at least fifty people that morning so, what the fuck? What sort of question is that? I mean, jesus fricking christ, I've been your friend for five years and the best I get is 'have you seen carman?'. No, I fucking haven't, because I've been doing exams. EXAMS. I have them too you know, I'm not just high-flying it here in IB like you think I am with my easy SCORES, so stop acting fucking condescendingly. Oh and while were' here, stop seperating me from the group with 'Oh you're in IB, you wouldn't...' and 'Oh I don't think IB is doing it, so we won't be with you...' and 'Oh, no one will be here at lunch because we're at a VCE thing! Awww.' The ONE THING I hate above all others is pity, it engulfs me with anger, if for someone, if for me, even if I don't it to others. Because pity is merely a facade and a valdiation that the pitier, is better than you. ARGH. The second thing is blatant unfairness. Sure life isn't fair, but your friends are supposed to be. They are.

Of course, I didn't say this (wonder if I did?), acting in true Melissa-style and ignored her although I did regrett my actions at once, but Cathy had gone off. But I steeled myself and went and did Spanish, Paper One. Two times, I stopped during that exam and gritted my teeth because I was so angry with myself and with her. For letting IB let a river run through my friendships and my stupidity of course, of not achievinging classes and Marshmead with them. But then again, I considered the possibility of having gone to Marshmead in their term and doing VCE. If I had gone to Marshmead, I would never have met or had the great times I did in Year 9. I never would have made great friends with Sarah, Ying, Sara and even...Suzanne. I would never have had those hilarious math classes with Kim (groaning at Mr. Mein) and never obtained the friendships I did, throughout Marshmead and within my classes. Half of my IB friends are the people I met and know through Year 9...so, what would have happened indeed? I suppose this realisation lessened my regret, but of course the possibility remains of what would have happened if I had done this and done that. IB especially is a thinker, I adore my IB experiences. In some ways, it truly opened my eyes and cut short some beliefs. Especially about friendships, study and vulnerability. I've met some amazing people through IB and I'm so happy to know them. It doesn't make me feel superior to my VCE friends, but someohow more knowleadgable about the things I care about, the things I want in life. Work, money are all part of a greater scheme to feel the abstract things I've felt through IB. God, this sounds like one of my CAS essays. Well, I only have three weeks left, so I'm allowed a retrospective at least. Times in IB, I've felt things were enough that I could continue on that vein for the rest of my life, happily cushioned at school. But now...who knows?

The second incident coddled me too, but I cared less about it. Steph and I had finished our cram and with white chocolate and apple juice (terrible taste!) in towe, we were scaling Centenary's steps slowly, when I happpened upon Sue and Anna. And I felt the gulf. Cathy is wedging one between us, but I felt the gulf too with Sue and Anna and knew that I too was distancing myself too. Just seeing the, act as children made me roll my eyes. Not that I knew them, but that this was a serious time, for serious things. That, and I was irritated that all the VCE students were well rested and awake, unlike me, right before my third exam of the day. Sue said hi and so did Anna and then they just flew past me on the stairs while I continued up. Much like the incident with Cathy and I felt that cold wind past me. Sure, it irked me and Steph could noticable tell that something had put a dampner on my mood, but I don't know why I should be? These things happen. People change, move on and die. Shit. I don't know. I shouldn't be but I am and maybe I'm just too myself to truly understand it. Three weeks left and I don't have to see them again. I can start anew at my university and maybe catch them on the rye, but it will be nothing. Through IB I've picked up people who I probably will attend courses and universities with, because our personalities and choices match, Adele, Sonia, Steph etc. Steph and I are so unlike its scary, we're both pretty tempermenta but AWARE of it, which is rare, and really messed up, but its really brought us closer. Of course, there's the added bonus of establishing memories through classes and stupid teachers (*cough*Mr.M.*cough*). Plus, Steph and I have had a vivid history. Some of it, coloured black. Not pretty, but purifies my significane to her, that've reached this far. I've had more D&M's with her, than any of my friends, except for Sue.

I was watching Sex and The City a few weeks ago, the episode where Carrie breaks up with Big for the second time and she's reflecting on how she's tied herself to this sadomaschoistic relationship and in a way I feel the same. Over the past year, while there have been no major fights or even tiffs, perhaps realisation solely, has made me redefine what a friendship really is. Without conflicts, they still manage to hurt me in ways I can't understand. Some of it can be put down to my emotional pisces, but other stuff is accumulated rage...anger, and just plain hurtfulness expressed because I'm not on a par with them on any level, VCE or academia. And somehow, I've been edged out of their friendship. I wonder how Alice and Bonnie feel. I would love to know how they've dealt with it. I know Alice for a fact, check out all the photos I've taken over the years, has deepeneded her relationship with Cathy. The two seemed insepperable and I wonder why. Is it something about Alice? Is it something about Cathy? Our memories have been the same so why the factionalism, the deeper attachment between the two of them. They always standing next to each other in my photos and its purely noticable, even during outings, they're (okay, non-lesbo) holding hands or walking together. I'm not against it, just curious as to how this relationship was established. I see Alice as much as Cathy does, so I dunno. Maybe its a connection they have, that I want but cannot have with people like Cathy. Cathy and I are polar opposites, streaming in opposite directions. She, of the level headed variety and I of the dreamers, hopelessly lost. I'm glad Alice has retained her friendship with us, just not with only one of us. Somehow, I feel *pout* somewhat neglected. But choice is choice.

I have digressed greatly. Back to the sadomaschoistic train, I just feel I've tied myself to this friendship that's greatly paining me (get the length of this blog) and I can't untie myself. I can't. I need greater things to. And I need to go to bed. G'night, more tommorow and perhaps Chapel.

Ames: Chapel! Chapel! *bangs cutlery on table*

All right, all right. Chapel tommorow. And less profoundity.

~ M.M.W ~






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