Long time

It's been a long long time since I wrote...exams were on then I flew to Brunei to spend the holidays with family, and getting back uni's been full on once again! I'm currently very tired, had a late night last night, because I couldn't sleep for ages, then up before 6:30, and had a full-on day at uni. I even did a work out when I got home! So fit right?!? :D

I'm now sitting in front of my computer thinking about the pre-labs I should be doing but really do NOT want to care about...*groans* but I have to.

Anatomy's turning into a memorization nightmare...doable but still bad. Physiology is totally... wacko...no idea what's going on most of the time. But what's new right?

Psychology is going to kill me, and we have more next semester!! How horrible is that?! Oh boy, what I wouldn't do to get out of psychology. *groans*

ok...looks like I need to have a mini melt down right now...I'll write more once it's over maybe... of I could jsut have my melt down while I'm writing...that way the world would know about it. It's rather like the Jungle Dr's hippo, "I don't mind suffering in silence as long as everybody knows I'm suffering in silence!"

Homesickness has the worst timing...before exams...before labs...during parties...during lovely days with friends...during lectures when the doors are all shut, there's only the droaning of the lecturer's voice to cover your snuffles.

It hasn't been bad really :) just once in a while it kinda hits...seeing friends still at home talking about maybe leaving sometime soon...talking about family stuff...friends not living at home but who's family can visit them or that they can visit. In the Arms of the Angels is probably not the best thing to liven my spirits up atm, but I don't care!! Tears are good every once in a while... right???

Hmm...I have my first psychology asignment due this Friday. Had my first semester exam last week, (how weird is it having an exam in the second week of uni?! PLEASE!! people?!?!?! come ON!)

All Star just came on and has cheered me up quite a bit :)

I had a lovely few weeks at home for the holidays...I still can't beleive I was there...it feels so surreal...it was great seeing everyone again and so wonderful being able to be with family for a little bit. It was needed, and oh so wonderful! I came back to Australia feeling that much better about everything too! This semester seems to be going really well! (fingers crossed!!!) And I'm looking forward to the christmas break and seeing the family again :) and HOLIDAYS!! YAY!! I can't beleive it's week 3 already! the days fly by...I only have uni Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, and that rocks! I get to laze around the house on Monday and Thursday, (studying but it's still nice and relaxed) :)

Well, I think I shall go...eat and do the anatomy for tomorrow's lab (did I mention we get to study real bones in lab?? we're such lucky-ducks) :

One for Daniel

Today on the way to a tute for Stats we passed the Ride for Daniel along the Bruce Highway. There were several very teary moments. Seeing the support of all the bikers for Daniel's family even this long after he's gone missing is beautiful. He went missing about four years ago from Wommbye, my uncle actually knows his family. It's made me very thankful for many things, so many things that could happen but never do.

My heartfelt comforts and prayers go to his family even though I couldn't even begin to understand the pain they have undergone since he went missing.

I hope and pray he'll be found.

And the Count Down Begins!

It is almost the end of study week, and I'm quite scared about exams. But a lot of us are so that is always comforting (no I'm not enjoying their fear, simply reaping some comforts from it) :)

I have an exam Tuesday, Wednesday and an assignment Thursday, and then my final exam the following Tuesday. I'm dreading them, but at the same time I cannot WAIT for them to be over. *sighs* I really truly honestly am counting down almost by the hour how long until I'm free...for a while at least.

:)

I've been sick for quite a while now, with a cold. This morning I woke up with an incredibly sore neck too which quite destroyed the last few moments in bed. I'm hoping I'm better by the exams but it's looking less and less likely :( Maybe if I sound really sick during the exam I'll get a pity grade and maybe get better marks :P (wouldn't that be nice!?)

Tomorrow is a public holiday which is very sad because it sounds like it shoud be full of fun and games but instead will be a stress bomb tiring horrible freak out! OH WELL!!

It will be over soon(ish).

Well, enough for tonight, I shall go and eat.

*hugs~

Girl Stuff

Obviously from the pictures behind my title I like flowers...and pink.

I had a lovely weekend in Brisbane with Shaz, A, C, J, C, A and obviously myself. We went to Newfarm, and had a picnic beside the rose gardens. The roses were in full glory and the scent was beautiful. There were two wedding groups for photos while we were there, and then we decided to try and take pictures of us jumping in the rose beds.

Hehe, it was fun...but a few of us got caught on thorns...including myself.

And to end a beautiful weekend I bought myself a bunch of flowers, so now i can just smell lillies. I love the smell of lillies. I want them at my wedding...but I want too many flowers at my wedding :P

I should really go :)

Red Bull

Will someone please stop me from ever drinking Red Bull or V again?

Last Friday I had a V before a fitness test (that I didn't participate in) =p It was very...invigorating. And poor old M had to sit through a very random run of stories followed by a fit of the giggles.

But I figured it was just V that had that effect as Red Bull had been sampled beofer with very satisfactory results.

And so today, I was a little sleepy, and decided to have a Red Bull, ensuring my path didn't cross that of V.

It was also ingivorating.

And I became random.

And I exploded in giggles...it was rather like being tipsy I suppose...similar levels of control lost. And once again I was with people I did't know particularly well...well N was there, but then I'd run into D and a friend of his and they sat with us, so D and his mate left and I turned to N and said 'Was that bad?'

'Well I was embarrassed for you.'

I do NOT want to be under the influence again!!

PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE ME NEVER DRINK EITHER AGAIN!!!!

Sigh.

I'm going down to Brisbane tomorrow to celebrate S's 21st birthday! Woo girl! You're gettin OOOLLLDDD!!!

Well, I'm about to cheer my evening up by watching Funny Face...at least until How to Lose a guy in Ten Days comes on =)

Too Little Too Late

Saturday morning...I've eaten nothing but junk food so far today, (and been enjoying every bit!). I'm going to a youth group tonight I think, and then I'm going to go to Brisbane either tomorrow mornign or late tonight. Not sure how it will work out.

Things have been very strange lately, very strange. I've found myself thinking about some things that I've always taken for granted up till this point and the reasons behind my taking them for granted. The results are interesting.

Have you ever thought about things and wondered why on earth you'd never thought more deeply about something? Or you'd simply accepted what you'd always heard and then suddenly started thinking about it and formed your own conclusions. And made some thigns that were simply what you'd heard your own thoughts, with a few minor adjustments.

Even though basically the same, having made points of view your own changes them so much!

*sigh*

Enough rambling.

I have a few weeks of hell lined up as the last exam and last assignments come up over the next few weeks. I'm dreading it and lookig forward to it at the same time. Dreading because I know it's hard work but looking forward to because I don't mind hard work and I'm sure I can do it.

Well, there seemed to be a lot more that I wanted to say before I started writing, so I will stop for now.

Maybe I'll be more communicative later...

Clean clothes!

Clean clothes are just wonderful aren't they?

I have enough clothing to last me *almost* two weeks without washing. =) Of course that doesn't mean I actually go two weeks without doing any washing, BUT I could. (Ok...maybe I have gone one two-week stint, but I am in uni and have lots of assessment due ok?!)

But I did my washing this morning, and it is a wonderful feeling to have clean dry clothes!! Of course the feeling would be nicer if I had clean dry *folded* washing, but still.

I have to go soon!

oh no!! have to go shower so i can go and catch the bus...mayeb I'll write mo later!!

Maxwell's Occupational what?!

How is it possible to remember something for so short a time as an exam, and then promptly forget it?

Yes, my first exam was today!! It was a very scary experience, and I stayed up far far too late last night trying to cram. My big problem was that it's rather difficult cram when you're not sure what to cram.

SO! I just wrote notes and tried to cram whatever seemed relevant to the course. I got to the exam and...

Well, I answered all the questions!! Of course, anyone who knows how easy it is for me to dig big holes while i'm talking would know that that isn't necessarily a good sign, but at the end I felt as happy as the babies on the side there!

*yawn*

Mum and dad are calling later otherwise I'd go straight to bed! (Ok ok I lie...I would stay up to catch NCIS) =)

Well, I'm still yawning and tired and can't think straight so I think I will call it quits for now!

Eating without Sharon is no fun

*sigh*

This can once again only be short, because I have to go study for my exam tomorrow, which I am slightly worried about. OT is turning out (the actual OT subject, not the whole course) to be much more...hmm...'airyfairy'...as in it's not so very concrete as I'd like. I don't like it whne there's more than one answer to something because it means I can never be sure that my answer was correct until I get my marks back. =(

Sharon just came and spent a wonderful weekend with me doing therapy sessions (just realized we dind't do the masque!! It will just have to wait till next time!! Make it soon!!!) And we took some photos (lots n lots actually) and so here are some of my flat. =)

So, obviously my kitchen, then my fridge (which I did myself and love dearly) then my lounge room, no there's not normally two beds in there but we decided we wanted to sleep in front of the TV and be able to watch TV first thing in the morning too so we moved the beds from my spare room onto the floor! =) (They're VERY comfy too!) And then the last is obviously me with the drinks for dinner on Friday night.

Chug A Lug is the song Sharon and I couldn't stop listening to and laughing at over the weekend. =) Roger Miller, very old, but very amusing! Haha, have you learnt all the words yet?! I'm still working on them...(mey n this uther foool besayd mee)

But my food beckons, even tho like I said it's no fun without Shaz. =( Not to mention study!!

Shin splints and Jerome

I have the latest version of Messenger thanks to Jerome!! Haha! Thank you Jerry, I am eternally greatful!!

I also have shin splints. Or at least incredible pain whenever I walk shooting through my shins with every movement.

*sigh*

I'm getting old.

Sharon's coming over tomorrw! I can't wait!! We're going to have a weekend of incredible fun and good times! I can't wait for you Shazza!

I thin kI will give up this sad, sad writing and instead give my undivided attention to the Gilmore Girls (and playing around with my new version of messenger!)

Till you can have my full attention,

G.

Aaagh! Grace...Help me!

Where to start?? Too much to say.

Well, first off, I am officially a uni student. I have had the freakout for an assignment (alright I'll be honest...it was two) and had 48 hours straight with practically no sleep (less than 2 hours). Assignments were finished...thanks in at least some part to helperrrrs. =) (You know who you are and what I'm saying) =P

Personal Memo -> don't take help from people who aren't *quite* sober. The answers just don't fit.

=)

And then went out to celebrate.

That is why it was a full 48 hours...more actually cos I got up at 3am thursday morning and got home after 3am Saturday morning...it was interesting. To be totally honest I practically passed out after one *small* drink because I was exhuasted!

*sigh*

Dad came back on the 3rd of April because it was his mum's 60th on the 7th and we had a family dinner to celebrate on the 5th...the saturday after 48 hours no sleep...and after that on Saturday i only got about 3 1/2 hours anyway, so I was a mess. =) Thank God for makeup.

=)

It was a lovely time on Saturday night! Happy Birthday Nanna!

Then on Monday I went to Brisbane to catch up with Sharon. We had a ball!! I love you Shaz. =) Very special times...blur, anger, memories were all had in moderation but we're saving the big lot for ANZAC weekend right dear??! *wink*

Tuesday -> Dad came up from Blackbutt, and spent a week with me. That was fun...we got almost all of mum's (very loong) list done.

I'd never had a shot in my life (as in needle in arm...) and so when i went for my hep b I almost freaked out...was laid on the bed and given jelly babies to calm me down. No really I do not lie!!

It hurrt.

*sniff*

Then on the weekend we were in Brisbane for my First Aid course...I passed it, and hear I'm in strife for not getting 40/40 *shudder* do your darndest! =)

And now I'm back.

Uni's started again, after the one week mid sem break. Horrible. =) But I will survive..come on!

So that is to today...in short form...

More later. =)

oh yes!

That's right! I was in a break for first aid and I got a message, reading the following:

Aagh! Grace I'm making French toast and I can't remember if you have to put anything in with the eggs! Help me!

I laughed and told my darling sister (who if you're reading this, i love you!) what to do. and that I was in a course, and she wrote back saying:

Thankyou so much! I love you heaps and I'm sorry I completely forgot about your class and couldn't imagine that you had anything better to do than to tell me how to make French toast! Sorry!

I love you my dear, and hearing from you just about made my day. =)

Dawn

Dawn is breaking outside my window.

It's bautiful...the morning star is still shining brightly and a fat cresent moon is still showing. The sky is beautiful shades of blue and apricot.

I should be in bed sleeping, however, if I was in bed sleeping it would mean that I had finished my assignment(s)...which I have not. I got home last night planning a huge night of study, but then thought I'd do better if I slept for a while and then got up super early.

SO! 3:00am my phone went...I roled over thinking hmm...wonder why that went off?? and why does it sound like my alarm?? Oh well...turned it off and made a mental note to self to make sure I got out of bed as soon as the alarm went off.

Eyes closed and almost asleep...

Enh???

Oh darn.

Alarm *has* gone off love...that is what woke you up...

Drat.

(face buried in pillows 'double drat!! Maybe half an hour...maybe get up at 5:00??')

3:08 and I bravely started pulling on layers of warm clothing...kettle on...huge cup of strong coffee and milo...

And here I am. Still not finished...but closer. Headachy, too much coffee, too much chocolate, (leave the study fuel ok?!) I shall have to spend lots of time on this today...probably most of tonight as well..but that doesn't matter does it?!

(Well actually, to be totally brutally honest, it does.)

BUT we put on the brave face and soldier on! If it doesn't kill us it makes us stronger! (dyin here people!!!)

Sigh. Time to go back to labour of...no not labour of love...labour of...force.

Maybe later...if I'm awake...when can I sleep???

Easter Eggs, Mexican and Tractors

I'm showered, fed and being entertained by tv and internet.

I be a happy child.

I spent the weekend at Wooyung having a wonderful time! Lots of good food, good company and sleep and I feel like a new person! I went to mass on Sunday morning with grandma which was lovely, and then came back and ate chocolate eggs and chocolate cake for breakfast.

Wooyung is my grandma's motel and caravan park and the tradition on Easter is an 'Easter Egg Throw' followed by a ride on the tractor for any kids.

The basic concept behind said egg-throw is that the 50yrold+ tractor is gotten out, and someone drives and someone sits on the back with a huge bucket of easter eggs and candy and throws them at the kids on the park!

So, I was the lucky person in the back sitting cross legged on a tarp throwing treats and yelling at the kids. Then afterwards we let about 13 kids in for a ride around the grounds. When I got off the tractor I could barely walk due to pins and needles! I hobbled into the flat to recover in a chair. Very wonderful experience. =)

I think I enjoyed lobbing eggs at kids that I didn't like the most. =P coz come on! They can't complain!!

After the egg throw I went for a bike ride with my aunt and cousins along Jones' Road, and we stopped for juice at the marriage tree on the way back. I love the marriage tree, it got it's name because supposedly Aborigines used to be married beneath the two huge old pines. It has a thread in our family history because my grandma fell out of it years ago, and then I was terrified under it. =PWhile it's a beautiful place to be, that place has always scared me. It has a spooky feeling because besides being an old, isolated part of the rather freaky autralian outback, there's an old cattle run totally decrepit, just a pile of rust and nails really, under the trees.

I think there's a much simpler reason tho, that being that Bruce scared me stupid when I was little there.

Bruce is my darling uncle, only 5 years older than me and I love him muchly, now that he's decided I'm not worth teasing 24/7 and I've decided he's not worth dobbing on 24/7 BUT there was a time, a time not so long ago that it has been forgotten, when we didn't see eye to eye.

So, it was New Year's Eve (a while ago) and we were out getting fuel for the traditional bonfire by the beach at the marriage trees. Bruce and I were just mucking around while the 6ftsomething uncles did the hard work, and Bruce decided to have some fun. So he convinced me that they were going to chop me up and use me as the main source of fuel in that nights celebrations.

I spent the most horrific time hiding and flinching every time anyone with a chainsaw looked my way, and had to take huge control of myself when it was 'time to go' and they were calling me to the car.

Sigh.

Memories...the stuff of dreams...or nightmares.

Mmm...just finished a whole easter bunny. =P

Well, I want to go and sleep, so I shall bid you a fond farewell.

Music

I'm listening to music on youtube currently, and I happen to be up to listening to Snow Patrol, and finding it depressing, so I shall be very depressed through this blog.

I sometimes wonder when people are going to grow up, or realize that they're really just being plain horrible. But I'm beginning to wonder if I'm wrong to think that. I mean, maybe it's my problem.

Do you ever wonder if you're actually mentally disabled and it's just that obviously people around you don't tell you you're that way because you wouldn't understand?

I do.

But then I sometimes wonder if I'm like Truman from the Truman show...and the entire world can see every time I mess up. Believe it or not that thought has stopped me from doing or saying things before.

Ten hours of sleep on Saturday night, 6:45 last night, and I'm still exhuasted.

What is it about guys that makes so many of them jerks? Maybe something's been going wrong in their makeup for the last few years...I don't know.

Maybe I should become a psychologist and find the problem...but the answer to one question often only leads to another question, and so I suppose it would be a never ending circle.

Life is good...life is meaningful only when we have things to measure our successes by. I have things to measure my successes (or lack thereof) to...life is good...

My dinner was good! I had pasta with a white sauce (Nick it would take a guy like you to misinterpret something like that comment) =) and it tasted really really good! Mmm...and I had corn-on-the-cob too obviously smothered in butter with lots of pepper and salt. Food is wonderful.

There should be a study devoted to food as a therapy...volunteers??? =)

One of my aunts came to visit on the weekend, it was very lovely! AND it meant that I had to get up and clean my house, which was muchly needed...I just need a good kick sometimes. It's really lovely having family so close. I'm staying in the granny flat of my aunt's house (different aunt) and she has two little boys, and they are the cutest little things!!! Really adorable! And very sweet and well mannered too.

There is also a horse, about 20 cows, 3 dogs and a cat. The cat I'm allergic to. =( But it is a lovely big one.

I was out today and walked passed a pet shop...eee!!! There were puppies...and a kitten...and they were so tiny and cute and ADORABLE! I eventually had to walk away really fast so I didn't buy any of them.

Well, I think I shall call it quits for now, I hope tomorrow has as much good food, company =) and music in it as today.

Of Life in General

Uni's getting better. I'm still scared stupid that I'll flunk everything, forget to hand something in, or just decide to drop out.

But what's life without challenges?

Met some very nice people...(I will carry you to wherever it is laptops go to die, don't think it won't be hard on me!!) Making friends is always fun! You get to be a new person if you feel like it...=)

Learning to move on is a big part of life, I always prided myself on the fact that I was able to get up and move on fairly easily...I think it's not *quite* as easy as that, BUT life is still good.

My dear brothers, if you're reading this, and decide to comment, then you should know that I can actually see what you write. =) So dun be rude! You know I was born with a drama-queen streak in me...*sniff*

I got a new computer yesterday...it finally arrived! Computer's are some of the most wonderful things in the world! God bless the soul(s) of them that created thee.

Amen!

Something is very off in my fridge. Very very off.

I should really go see if I can find it...puke material...it *could* be the milk that's out of date by I-hate-to-think how many days...(or is it weeks??) Or the bread...very very old...probably only a gray mass by now...=( I'm not a bad housekeeper!! I've just not really had any use for that bread or the milk...it's only a bit of each...=)

Yay! It was the milk...it was off by the 5th of March...it had to be the milk because I can now open my fridge without feeling like puking.

I haven't been cooking very much lately. Just eating salad type meals...and icecream. =) I've found that I don't enjoy cooking when there's no one to eat with me!! (I still enjoy eating tho...)

=)

I am going to publish this post to see if I'm as web-smart as I think...something tells me I'm not..but we'll see. =)

A Laptop Like You

A Picture Says A Thousand Words

5:45 my alarm went off.

I tried to get out of bed, but fell back for a moment as I weighed up what I was about to do...insanity won the day and I started pulling on jeans and a huge parker.

10 minutes later my three younger brothers and I were at the beach waiting for the sun to rise. As we sat around shivering in the early morning looking at the stars and the moon still above us, the lighthouse still shining on the headland, I enjoyed their company for one last time. Clinging to the memories, frantically storing mental pictures and comic phrases for consumption on some later homesick day I tried to appear calm.

Then the glimmer on the horizon started spreading and we jumped to our feet to execute our plan.

We started snapping...the boys arguring about the best ways, Nat and Zac teasing and trying to irritate, Jack talking in his deep voice, and me...pulling my sleeve up to reveal my arm for the camera to catch.

On my hand rested the butterfly...

While the sunrise wasn't as spectacular as we'd hoped for, it was all I needed. While I was freezingly cold, my heart was warmed by the boys talk...and while we played, the sky was warmed by the sun's rays and a whole new world appeared.

A Picture Says A Thousand Words

A blog is a wonderful way to make a personal statement. The amount of effort you put in, the number and regularity of posts, and the depth to which you are willing to 'bare your soul and tell the most appalling secrets' tell a lot about you.

The picture behind my blog title was to be perfect. Saying something about me and being something that no one else could have. SO. How to find such a picture??? Well...I'd have to make it.

The day before I was due to go to Wooyung to visit my mum and brothers one last time before they left for Brunei I was walking home when a butterfly stopped me. It seemed to be waiting for me, I smiled as I walked by thinking about poetry and butterflies. I stopped to have a conversation with it, when it confided in me that it wasn't feeling well. I felt sorry for it so I offered it a lift as far as I was going. It seemed quite happy to rest on my hand as I walked along, until I started climbing a hill, when it wanted to get off.

Now, while walking, I had hatched the beginnings of a plan. I needed a photo session with my little blue star. This didn't really seem to appeal to my dear, so, instead of letting it down as it wished, (the poor thing was quite delirious by this stage, talking about wide open spaces and roses and fresh air), so I took the part of an adult indulging a sick child all the while planning my plan.

The end of the butterfly...

The end of my pretty blue butterfly was unromantic.

But that is beside the point!!!

On Sunday morning, my alarm went off at 5:45...I thought about my butterflies brief but meaningful life and wondered if it was really worth this headache???

I dragged my three dear, groggy brothers out of dream land (yes, ALL of them...) and then took them across the road to the beach.

And we waited for

Reflections...

Life is full of twists isn't it?

Just the other day I woke up thinking how much I'd 'grown up' recently...but then more lessons were learnt...in actual fact, when are you done growing up?

When you can retire and live on your savings?

When you are able to tell someone you're been through it all?

When you've met that wonderful someone?

When you've had kids?

Somehow...somehow I don't think it's any of the above...I think they are all roadmarks...but not growing up. I've met childish 50yr-olds and devastatingly mature 5yr-olds.

Maybe it's realizing that life has a way of throwing you down and sitting on your head stifling you till you think it's all over and you have to give up...and then a miracle happens...and you can breathe again...and you realize that you don't know everything or even close to what you wish you knew.

I don't believe you can ever really say you've 'grown up' other than physically...and in maturity... but no one ever really finishes 'growing up' till they die.

People have a way of surprising you...they never cease to amaze me...I like sitting on the bus or train watching people...I do get caught staring sometimes...=) wondering what their life is like, why they're wearing that tshirt...why they're on the bus...what they're going through...what lessons they've learned that I still have to go through...and inventing stories about them.

The other day I had an old granny who lived with her son and daughterinlaw and secretly listened to rock music while she cleaned the house when they were at work during the day.

It's funny, but somehow after being heart broken over something, you really can suddenly sense a peace...it's like the calm after the storm...the debri still lie scattered around you, but the wind isn't so cold it hurts, the sun is even shining through...and the world just seems fresh...and new... and exciting again when you thought you couldn't get over whateveritwas that hurt you so bad.

Life is wonderful...life is meant to be lived! Life is meant to get us on our knees so we can pray, not bear our necks for the blade...if we look up when expecting the blade, we will be surprised to see instead of an executioner, a friend...the person chasing you wasn't the law, it was *you* that was running away from Him...running so hard you were blinded by lack of oxygen and couldn't see anything but your fears.

Reflections...dangerous? If you've got something to hide. Enjoyable? Not always. Something to dread? No. Worth thinking about? Absolutely!!!

Think about it...will you reflect???

Uni!!

*sighsniff*

Uni is interesting. Why oh why did I get myself through highschool telling myself it would all be over at the end of grade 12?! What kind of moron actually believes that uni is a break from school?!

So yea...I am officially a uni student, and I officially have classes and assignments due and tutes and everything. My goodness me but it's scary...=) I wonder how many other people are freaked out at the moment....we should start a club...the club for those freaking over uni.
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Sounds so sad. =)

It's an interesting experience actually. Being back in australia...like I said in an earlier post, they are WEIRD here. =)

Some lovely and some just plain scary.

And so much work...and so many people...and standing on one side of the campus, I can see straight through to the other side. And there are kangaroos. (I can just imagine 'Yes darling, when mummy went to uni there were kangaroos there too!')

Sigh. and no prac rooms. I asked at student information where they were and this happened:

Um, the what?

Practise rooms.



..............practise for what?

As in rooms with pianos in them...

Oh...no we don't have any.

none at all? No pianos?

No.

How sad.

Oh well. Anyhow, I should be getting back to studying psycology, bioscience, scientific research methods and occupational therapy (what it is and is not) etcetc. So...man. these four years can't end soon enough.

=)

Hay, Hell and Boolasomething

I just couldn't resist posting from here! I'm sitting in an old mine! In a town called White Cliffs, in the biggest underground motel in Australia, and probably the world. For a claustrophobic thing like myself to go through the doors was a rather bgi step believe me. =) But I didn't *quite* have a panic attack or faint or anything like that and now I'm rather beginning to enjoy the novelty. Scary thought that it *hasn't* collapsed yet and so there has to be an accident sometime and what if it's now when I'm in it?!

Oh dear.

Hay hell and boolgsomething (dunno what the end of that word is...can't spell it for the life of me!) but they're supposedly hot in increasing order...we stopped in Hay and whle looking for a toilet overheard some kids say 'Hey look! there are people over there!!"

=)

verysmall country towns around here....no mobile service...rather...crippling actually. =)

I shall go and catch anAgatha Christy show now...I know I'm dreadful but who cares?! And I shal give more funny stories soon!!

boyboy!!

*sigh*

Since writing the above, it would seem more has happened. Duh. Yesterday, I went to the Power House Museum in Sydney with family. We had quite a nice time...I got to see Isaac the robot...and I still had to stand watching him dance for me for a very long time (until I thought I should let the two-yr old have a go) = P

We got back to the car...I climbed in...and my laptop wasn't there. Which would be ok...I mean... it's very upsetting, BUT my birth certificate, a goodbye present book, key ring I've been collecting since I was about 11, my phone charger and about 20 of my favourite CD's went too.

ARGH!!!

Oh Cruel world! Canst thou not pickest some other lucky ducky to experimentosis oneth. (Sana...tutu!!) =P

I'm WONDERFUL!!

Animals are the most wonderful things. Toby, a dog, just came and put his head in my lap. They just know what to do. Last night when I got home from losing above items he came and gave me a beautifully executed nuzzle.

We went to Elizabeth Farm today with friends. It was a lovely place. Very old...I used a wash board to wash a skirt...and helped make a bed. It was really cool coz there were three mattresses. The bottom was straw, then horse hair, then feathers. And I'd always wondered what the big deal about 'airing the beds' was in all the story books, but you have to throw the mattress up and let it fall back to the bed a whole lot of times, and as you watch (and throw) it fills wth air and doubles or triples in size! It's really awesome! Coz then you get to jump on it. =) No wonder Cinderella needed help airing the beds.

Well, spag bol is luring me to the dining room...and garlic bread with salad and all sorts of other good food!

Till next time!

Once upon a time, not so long ago that it's been forgotten, there lived a little girl. I suppose now it's obvious that that was me, and so here I am, and there you are, reading. =)







So I shall begin.







The beginning of my new world started at 7pm, on a wet afternoon in the town I was born in,(which strangely, I've never lived in.) Away from parents and siblings, PARTY TIME STARTS!!!





Not really though. I came back from 6 years over seas (I might mention those were from 12-18, highly developmental years) to a very strange country I was told was 'home.'





My goodness me but 'whities' are strange people. I mean, they say, do, act-out whatever enters their minds.





Scary people. And I'm supposed to feel 'at home.' GOOD GRIEF!!





I shall survive I suppose. After a rather horrid 2007, being told 2008 would be a 'bright new world' raised my hopes and expectations, especially on New Year's Eve as the family stood around the old table sipping whatever alcoholic beverage took to their fancy, crying as we sang Auld Lang Syne in rememberence of the two dear people that left unexpectedy, only separated by 20 days.



Then my uni application was NOT granted! Well...ok that's only half true. I just didn't get my first preference, which was to study Occupational Therapy at USC. However, with the most amazing family and friend support system backing me, I asked a second time, and after phone calls and faxes and lack of sleep, the uni accepted me. With *one* catch though. Qtac still had to agree. The 31st came and several theraputic movies (I love you Heath, wherever you are!!) and bowls of icecream later, I was ACCEPTED!





The beautiful thing about blogging is that one can ramble away, writing whatever one wants to, thinking that maybe, somewhere, there's someone will be interested enough in your life to read about you, but you never need to know that they skipped lines. It's not like those converstations where you start getting the 'I'm so bored and they're STILL TALKING' vibe...which makes you feel uncomfortable and start winding down and so in the end the story is so pathetic even to you that other than never telling it again, you want to die every time you remember it.





I don't really know what's going to happen this year. It will be interesting...that much is obvious, but how interesting is my question.





It's amazing how new experiences make us somehow re-live the old ones. Every time I move, I remember all the past moves. Some happier, some sadder, all somehow painful and connected in a never ending thread.

So, as my story unfolds, my blogspace shall fill, and perhaps somewhere someone will read what I say.

Thank you if you got this far, and see you next time.