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.

=)