Our fondness towards Fridays are a sort of Paradox. They represent freedom, a release; hope. We look forward to the two days to come- and yet, most of us dislike Sundays, because we feel the fast and inevitable pull of Monday. However, every week, our joy waxes with the end of it, even though we know the weekend will entail at least a degree of anguish.
nah, i'm probably wrong there. poof.
nnnnn. damn. i'm so bad at getting presents for people. i never know what to get them. i honestly think i have never been satisfied with a single present i have bought for someone. My dad said last week that he would be happy with just a gift voucher. I like em too...but they seem so impersonal, you know? It's like, here, i don't know you well enough to know what to get you, so i'll let you decide for yourself. Of course, that means the person DOES get what they were hankering after, plus they don't have to plaster that obligatory smile to their face when they unwrap to find bath salts when they dont have a bath, or ANOTHER pair of socks with flying monkeys on them, or a lonely stick of gum.
i dunno man, i dunno. Gosh, why does it have to be so difficult? for the giver AND the receiver at times, eh?
I'm starting Ecology in biology at the moment. Seems pretty interesting. Doing Fascism in History too. Even more interesting.
I'm listening right now to a cd that amy's ex gave her. It's surprisingly good. And not filled with hoarse tribal hollerings, like i would expect from an apple-throat. it's got 'hide and seek'. i love that song.
Believe it or not, but RE is actually one of the few subjects i can really enjoy. I don't feel pressurized into doing well, cause i don't really care. Haha, but because of that, i'm not so bad at it. Sad. Its kind of like philosophy. Interesting. I like thinking about that stuff. Pointless stuff that has no answer. Means you can't be wrong, really. You could say the universe is actually a speck of dust in another universe, and no one would be able to prove you wrong. You could say god is a monkey with bangs and Austin-powers spectacles, and still, no one could REALLY say, no, he's not. You see what i'm saying? Obviously, i didn't say that....haha, i'm getting ideas for my next test! Can you imagine her face?
"It is my firm belief that our Maker is ectoplasm that flows from time to time to form a giant turd, swirling like an upside down tornado."
haha, oops, hope i didn't offend anyone.
i'm bored. No quotes for you today.
20080606
20080605
incoherent mumblings
This tether which has perpetually bound me for nigh on 11 years (and each year tightening the noose) has been, for a moment, loosened. I doubt it not that this glorious release will be short-lived. Alas, that the student is ever inclined to pessimism- but so experience has hammered this dark approach to life into us. But for now, my comrades- those odious duties to homework border on negligible. *trumpet flourish*
There are, however, other tasks which must be seen to. Also- to spare some future agony, I suppose it would be kind towards my projected self to, say, write up some notes. Still- obligation embodies so much more tedium than that which you would do out of your own will- even when they encompass the same amount of work. Expectation dulls everything. This fascinating exploration of a text which has survived for hundreds of years becomes opprobrious, as it entails the expectation that the reading be astute- that your response will influence a score to come. I am talking about Hamlet. Yes, I am not so dexterous in self-deceit to say that interpreting Hamlet is not sometimes a struggle against the brain- but truly- Shakespearian plays are the pinnacle of literature. Who can debate this, when his name is sacred, even today? What 7-year-old does not recognise it? Who’s spirit is not instilled with that sense of awe, reverence, humility when his words touch the trembling air?
yeah. he’s cool.
So- what shall occupy me tonight? My neurons must be mobile!, haha. I know! Music!! Piano, rather. man, its good to get back to music again. I've kind of gone through a transition through my transitory termination from playing. See- over the years, i forgot why i enjoyed it in the first place. I was deaf to the very notes i was playing- i couldn't hear the trills, the swells, the chirps, the dirge-like hums- it was all compressed down to stiff scribbles on a page. Without the momentum of a realisaiton of the beauty, will to play grounded to a halt. Some friction overtook me- i gave up.
When i sat down on the piano stool (somewhat apprehensively) a few weeks ago, i was dumbfounded. Mistakes were not few or far between- but i actually heard the instruments groans and sighs and songs. And because of that...it didn't seem so hard.
I wish beauty didn't have such superficial connotations. When western societies think of something beautiful, I SURMISE that they think of the perfection of Gweneth Paltrow's skin, or the seductive contours of Jessica Alba, or the beauty of a butterfly's wings in flight, or a rose petal dipped in snow. yes, they do deserve the word. But could we widen the scope? Does it have to describe the physically flawless? Like there is something so beautiful in a hug, a handshake. Some aching beauty shudders in the simplest and most innocent of things. A glance, a laugh, a chuckle, a tired smile.
Do you remember oxi talking about how we get so caught up in the wild flurry of the world, that we forget to pause and actually SEE things around us? I'd forgotten about that too. I came home, and was muching on an apple and reading a book. I looked up, and everything seemed different. The curtains dulled the shafts of evenings golden blossoming into night (haha, usually morn into day, eh? one would not think of night the beginning, but night the end). I noticed as a stranger would, the shape and position of the furniture. You just don't notice those things. Absence makes the heart grow fonder....absence of crystalline consciousness makes the return to it sweeter.
haha, have you got me email??? about goodtree.com??? what did u choose to save? what was your gift? it was so hard to choose for me. Finally, i opted to save ONE SQUARE FOOT OF RAINFOREST!!! So proud, so proud. Seeing as a handful of soil contains more bacteria than the number of humans that ever existed, i feel rather pleased that i've done my part to save a few of 'em prokaryotic monerists.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"You have only be young once. But you can always be immature."--Dave Barry
"Talent hits a target no once else can hit- genius hits a target no one else can see"--Arthur Schopenhauer
There are, however, other tasks which must be seen to. Also- to spare some future agony, I suppose it would be kind towards my projected self to, say, write up some notes. Still- obligation embodies so much more tedium than that which you would do out of your own will- even when they encompass the same amount of work. Expectation dulls everything. This fascinating exploration of a text which has survived for hundreds of years becomes opprobrious, as it entails the expectation that the reading be astute- that your response will influence a score to come. I am talking about Hamlet. Yes, I am not so dexterous in self-deceit to say that interpreting Hamlet is not sometimes a struggle against the brain- but truly- Shakespearian plays are the pinnacle of literature. Who can debate this, when his name is sacred, even today? What 7-year-old does not recognise it? Who’s spirit is not instilled with that sense of awe, reverence, humility when his words touch the trembling air?
yeah. he’s cool.
So- what shall occupy me tonight? My neurons must be mobile!, haha. I know! Music!! Piano, rather. man, its good to get back to music again. I've kind of gone through a transition through my transitory termination from playing. See- over the years, i forgot why i enjoyed it in the first place. I was deaf to the very notes i was playing- i couldn't hear the trills, the swells, the chirps, the dirge-like hums- it was all compressed down to stiff scribbles on a page. Without the momentum of a realisaiton of the beauty, will to play grounded to a halt. Some friction overtook me- i gave up.
When i sat down on the piano stool (somewhat apprehensively) a few weeks ago, i was dumbfounded. Mistakes were not few or far between- but i actually heard the instruments groans and sighs and songs. And because of that...it didn't seem so hard.
I wish beauty didn't have such superficial connotations. When western societies think of something beautiful, I SURMISE that they think of the perfection of Gweneth Paltrow's skin, or the seductive contours of Jessica Alba, or the beauty of a butterfly's wings in flight, or a rose petal dipped in snow. yes, they do deserve the word. But could we widen the scope? Does it have to describe the physically flawless? Like there is something so beautiful in a hug, a handshake. Some aching beauty shudders in the simplest and most innocent of things. A glance, a laugh, a chuckle, a tired smile.
Do you remember oxi talking about how we get so caught up in the wild flurry of the world, that we forget to pause and actually SEE things around us? I'd forgotten about that too. I came home, and was muching on an apple and reading a book. I looked up, and everything seemed different. The curtains dulled the shafts of evenings golden blossoming into night (haha, usually morn into day, eh? one would not think of night the beginning, but night the end). I noticed as a stranger would, the shape and position of the furniture. You just don't notice those things. Absence makes the heart grow fonder....absence of crystalline consciousness makes the return to it sweeter.
haha, have you got me email??? about goodtree.com??? what did u choose to save? what was your gift? it was so hard to choose for me. Finally, i opted to save ONE SQUARE FOOT OF RAINFOREST!!! So proud, so proud. Seeing as a handful of soil contains more bacteria than the number of humans that ever existed, i feel rather pleased that i've done my part to save a few of 'em prokaryotic monerists.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"You have only be young once. But you can always be immature."--Dave Barry
"Talent hits a target no once else can hit- genius hits a target no one else can see"--Arthur Schopenhauer
20080603
They're Back
Damn school. Today was almost as bad as the exams, in some respects. I didn't expect that they'd mark the papers so soon- i thought i had at least two weeks to cling onto some illusionary and whispy hope that i may have not done as terribly as i thought i had. But no- the numbers fell like fire today. Don't want to talk about it. Hah, when i got back from school, mum asked without looking up from her crosswords- "Do you know when you're getting you're results back?"
I thought for a moment.
"No."
I had to take the bus to and from school today. It was the first time- baby steps, baby steps. Hah- i don't want to make a habit of it, that's for sure- it was just that mum's car had bust some engine part. It was so crowded in the morning. There were a couple of year 11's- Bec Salotti, Vanessa, Sarah Hughes. They waited together, and rode together. I waited alone, and rode crammed in the midst of a squawk of year 8's. Yeah, i'm cool. At least people from other schools wouldn't be able to tell the difference, i'm so darn short.
My unsocial behaviour extends far- i decided to take the bus home from claremont rather than the school bus. I have to say, it was much better. I actually got a seat. I didn't have to spend the whole time pretending to be interested in a dot on the window. My i-pod lost power when i was trundling along the overpass. I kept the earplugs in, just so it looked like i was diverted. Man, i'm sad.
Buses confuse me. People confuse me. I never know if i'm supposed to look people in the eye or not. Is it rude to stare? But i seem even more rude when i just glance up quickly, then look away. I got back into old habits when i went for a walk the other day. Whenever someone came up on me, i started twisting my hands, and i honestly couldn't stop my eyes from glancing about all over the place. Why do i do that? I try to play it cool, but it is simply impossible. It's ridiculous! Hah, I can't even go for a walk without getting nervous.
I had an RE test today. Can you believe it? Straight out of exams. Cruel...and she said it was going to be next week, too. Admittedly, she sent an email to us, informing us on the rearranged date, but as if the majority of us actually check our school accounts. ah well, it wasn't so bad. I love those questions that have no real answers. You can let your opinion shine through for once. You can be individual, controversial, and mwahaha, no one can stop you.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"Never believe anything until it has been officially denied." -- Claud Cockburn
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." -- Mark Twain (man, this guy has wise saws coming out of his ars! I see him everywhere! he's the guy who wrote Huckleberry Finn, right?)
I thought for a moment.
"No."
I had to take the bus to and from school today. It was the first time- baby steps, baby steps. Hah- i don't want to make a habit of it, that's for sure- it was just that mum's car had bust some engine part. It was so crowded in the morning. There were a couple of year 11's- Bec Salotti, Vanessa, Sarah Hughes. They waited together, and rode together. I waited alone, and rode crammed in the midst of a squawk of year 8's. Yeah, i'm cool. At least people from other schools wouldn't be able to tell the difference, i'm so darn short.
My unsocial behaviour extends far- i decided to take the bus home from claremont rather than the school bus. I have to say, it was much better. I actually got a seat. I didn't have to spend the whole time pretending to be interested in a dot on the window. My i-pod lost power when i was trundling along the overpass. I kept the earplugs in, just so it looked like i was diverted. Man, i'm sad.
Buses confuse me. People confuse me. I never know if i'm supposed to look people in the eye or not. Is it rude to stare? But i seem even more rude when i just glance up quickly, then look away. I got back into old habits when i went for a walk the other day. Whenever someone came up on me, i started twisting my hands, and i honestly couldn't stop my eyes from glancing about all over the place. Why do i do that? I try to play it cool, but it is simply impossible. It's ridiculous! Hah, I can't even go for a walk without getting nervous.
I had an RE test today. Can you believe it? Straight out of exams. Cruel...and she said it was going to be next week, too. Admittedly, she sent an email to us, informing us on the rearranged date, but as if the majority of us actually check our school accounts. ah well, it wasn't so bad. I love those questions that have no real answers. You can let your opinion shine through for once. You can be individual, controversial, and mwahaha, no one can stop you.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"Never believe anything until it has been officially denied." -- Claud Cockburn
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." -- Mark Twain (man, this guy has wise saws coming out of his ars! I see him everywhere! he's the guy who wrote Huckleberry Finn, right?)
20080602
living folded in a single banknote
So, with last post's guilt heavy on my mind, i went into a cleaning frenzy this morning while the parents were out having breakfast at Cottesloe. Well, they expected me to do a bit of scouring anyway, seeing as we have a house inspection tomorrow. But i performed this one with a great deal more vigour and a great deal less sourness than i usually do. Yeah, i was pretty proud of myself. haha, they didn't even notice. Poor mum and dad- they're getting pretty worked up over this one. See, they're on edge because they think the owners are going to kick us out. Knock down the house, and build something a little more glamorous. Sell it for a few bob. Make a bit of money. It's kind of scary thinking that we live on edge all the time- that our very living is dependant on two people we don't even know. Two names, nothing more. Mum keeps saying that if they do decide to give us the boot, we'll have no where to go.
We had this plan, when we came to Perth- or rather, returned to Perth. We'd rent for a year or two and then we'd be able to buy ourselves a house to call our home. So much for that. We're still stuck here. We're not loaded you know.
Saying all that, i'm not as worried as i should be. Kind of resigned, actually. I've partaken in the activity of the necessary purging, but somehow, i don't think that whether or not we remove the dust from under the china cat is going to sway their resolve. Mum, though, she's not only cleaning the visible; she's dismembering the house to scrub inside and out. It's like she believes that the inspection lady is going to pick through and scrutinise all our possessions- peering under beds and turning over the pillows so she can have the malign satisfaction of discovering a patch of dust, or a patchwork of cat hair.
It's really sad- every couple of months, mum and dad are stirred into activity. They sit down together and open up the house section of the newspaper. The prices get higher, their hopes get lower. I don't know when it happened, but they've given up on driving out to look at the houses for sale. I think they've kind of lost the heart. Man, i wish i was rich. I wish we could win the lotto, just so mum could be content, and dad wouldn't have to get up at 5:30 every morning, and come back at 6:00. We had a pretty big house in Brisbane. Really big, actually. I mean, nothing modern, but big nonetheless. We had a pool and a yard and everything. To think i used to complain about it- i didn't like its carpet-less floors.
Annoyance has gnawed at me increasingly over the course of the day. I've kind of wanted to be alone, but mum signifies continual movement about me. Her anxiety is catching, and its scraping the enamel off my teeth. I tried to sit down to carry on with my story, but i couldn't concentrate, she was banging away beside me. I also felt a little guilty; feeling indolent in juxtaposition to her mad rush for domestic brilliance. So i gave up on that. I ventured out into the sunshine, like some twitching vampire, and attempted to fill in a couple of crosswords. It was going alright until the vacuum cleaner started. Mum opened the door, and the noise filled the garden. I knew it was selfish, but i was irate. So now i'm here.
I swear, mum always brings the noise with her. That's kind of why i get up early. Because its so quiet, so still, you can hear yourself breathing. I like being alone in the morning most times, and i become a little annoyed when mum comes in and starts clattering away at the plates and talking to herself or the dog. Almost every morning she's so infuriatingly surprised that i'm up. She comes in and goes "Kate! what are you doing up?", genuinely confused. Mum, i have woken early all my life. Get used to it. She just wants me to relax, though, i know. Sometimes simply 'knowing' doesn't change how much things peeve you though. Sometimes it even makes it worse.
Well, let's hope that they'll take pity on us. Or rather, lets hope that we become fabulously affluent sometimes soon, and can buy the house featured especially in the newspaper with the 'for sale' sign in the front yard. Yeah. That'd be nice.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody. -- benjamin franklin
I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless i buy something -- Jackie Mason
We had this plan, when we came to Perth- or rather, returned to Perth. We'd rent for a year or two and then we'd be able to buy ourselves a house to call our home. So much for that. We're still stuck here. We're not loaded you know.
Saying all that, i'm not as worried as i should be. Kind of resigned, actually. I've partaken in the activity of the necessary purging, but somehow, i don't think that whether or not we remove the dust from under the china cat is going to sway their resolve. Mum, though, she's not only cleaning the visible; she's dismembering the house to scrub inside and out. It's like she believes that the inspection lady is going to pick through and scrutinise all our possessions- peering under beds and turning over the pillows so she can have the malign satisfaction of discovering a patch of dust, or a patchwork of cat hair.
It's really sad- every couple of months, mum and dad are stirred into activity. They sit down together and open up the house section of the newspaper. The prices get higher, their hopes get lower. I don't know when it happened, but they've given up on driving out to look at the houses for sale. I think they've kind of lost the heart. Man, i wish i was rich. I wish we could win the lotto, just so mum could be content, and dad wouldn't have to get up at 5:30 every morning, and come back at 6:00. We had a pretty big house in Brisbane. Really big, actually. I mean, nothing modern, but big nonetheless. We had a pool and a yard and everything. To think i used to complain about it- i didn't like its carpet-less floors.
Annoyance has gnawed at me increasingly over the course of the day. I've kind of wanted to be alone, but mum signifies continual movement about me. Her anxiety is catching, and its scraping the enamel off my teeth. I tried to sit down to carry on with my story, but i couldn't concentrate, she was banging away beside me. I also felt a little guilty; feeling indolent in juxtaposition to her mad rush for domestic brilliance. So i gave up on that. I ventured out into the sunshine, like some twitching vampire, and attempted to fill in a couple of crosswords. It was going alright until the vacuum cleaner started. Mum opened the door, and the noise filled the garden. I knew it was selfish, but i was irate. So now i'm here.
I swear, mum always brings the noise with her. That's kind of why i get up early. Because its so quiet, so still, you can hear yourself breathing. I like being alone in the morning most times, and i become a little annoyed when mum comes in and starts clattering away at the plates and talking to herself or the dog. Almost every morning she's so infuriatingly surprised that i'm up. She comes in and goes "Kate! what are you doing up?", genuinely confused. Mum, i have woken early all my life. Get used to it. She just wants me to relax, though, i know. Sometimes simply 'knowing' doesn't change how much things peeve you though. Sometimes it even makes it worse.
Well, let's hope that they'll take pity on us. Or rather, lets hope that we become fabulously affluent sometimes soon, and can buy the house featured especially in the newspaper with the 'for sale' sign in the front yard. Yeah. That'd be nice.
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody. -- benjamin franklin
I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless i buy something -- Jackie Mason
Went to the city on friday with everybody- bar Ellen. She had something to do with horses on, i think. Fun, fun. Phili got a pair of red binoculars for her birthday to feed her stalking habit, haha. And a can of baked beans. Don't know why exactly...some joke between 'em. Haha, we ate all afternoon. I'm not kidding. We went to a resteurant, then after a while we went to Icy ice, were they ploughed through two huge sizes, then after a while of walking around, they got icecreams! haha, bottomless pits, i tell ya! I was stuffed after a couple of servings in the resteraunt (YES i know i'm not spelling it right).
mum rang up to say she was having car issues so i had to go early. Haha, everybody thought i had never taken the train before. Yes...i've been taking the train to the city for as long as i've been here...haha. Me and ma had to take the bus back home. I don't know why but i was really touched when the bus driver just said friendly "there ya go love," when he handed me my ticket. i was tired i guess. Mum then embarrassed me by lecturing me on the bus rules, with stuff like
"you press that button when you want to get off" and
"we're nearing our house now," (to which i replied rather snappily, YES, i know mum, i'm not BLIND".
I really should be kinder to my family. I'm such a bitch at times. I try to be good and moral and all that jazz at school, but when i get home, sometimes i'm a little exhausted at the nice- you know what i mean? i know, right. i'm terrible, ha.
Monday today. Tomorrow it's back to the routine.
Would you believe i'm still having dreams about exams? Still. God, the number of mornings i've woken up, thinking i still have exams on. I dreamt i had the maths one last night, and that i'd forgotten my graphics.
It's OVER kate. Get that into your head.
i'm trying to write a story at the moment. Trying being the operative word. As in not succeeding. The plot's crap. Lacks credibility. Lack's intrigue. Lacks everything that could make it even remotely interesting.
So i'll keep writing shall i?
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us on what we have already done"-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"you can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans"-- Ronald Raegan
mum rang up to say she was having car issues so i had to go early. Haha, everybody thought i had never taken the train before. Yes...i've been taking the train to the city for as long as i've been here...haha. Me and ma had to take the bus back home. I don't know why but i was really touched when the bus driver just said friendly "there ya go love," when he handed me my ticket. i was tired i guess. Mum then embarrassed me by lecturing me on the bus rules, with stuff like
"you press that button when you want to get off" and
"we're nearing our house now," (to which i replied rather snappily, YES, i know mum, i'm not BLIND".
I really should be kinder to my family. I'm such a bitch at times. I try to be good and moral and all that jazz at school, but when i get home, sometimes i'm a little exhausted at the nice- you know what i mean? i know, right. i'm terrible, ha.
Monday today. Tomorrow it's back to the routine.
Would you believe i'm still having dreams about exams? Still. God, the number of mornings i've woken up, thinking i still have exams on. I dreamt i had the maths one last night, and that i'd forgotten my graphics.
It's OVER kate. Get that into your head.
i'm trying to write a story at the moment. Trying being the operative word. As in not succeeding. The plot's crap. Lacks credibility. Lack's intrigue. Lacks everything that could make it even remotely interesting.
So i'll keep writing shall i?
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us on what we have already done"-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"you can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans"-- Ronald Raegan
20080601
Dreams, films and storms
"who's turn is it to do the washing up?"
The parents look at each other. You look at the remnants of brocolli on your plate.
"I think its Amy's," says mum. Amy continues defrosting something in the microwave.
"Or is it tomorrow? Either today or tomorrow."
You slink out of the room, trying to look inconspicuous in your purple and green jumper. The sounds of a heated argument ferment in your wake, from which arise comments like "For God's sake! How many times do i have to tell you NOT to put so much dishwashing liquid in" and "if i'm going to do the washing up, just LET ME."
The dramatics of family life. You can be faintly amused by them, but most of the time, they just repulse you.
Through writing out your own perspective, you are able to see the flaws in it, sometimes. It makes sense in your head, because it steps forward at all the right times. But when you put it into word, sometimes it just looks absurd. For example- it was from writing that dreaming hasn't really been an option for the past couple of years made me realise how stupid it was not to. You gotta hope, right? Otherwise there's nothing. Nothing to aspire to, and so you either stagnate in a static state, or else veer off to find yourself in a place that you have no recollection of ever wanting to go. So i've thought up a few dreams. They're fragile in their newly born state, but i'm nurturing them, for now. They may die prematurely- but you gotta take your chances, eh?
Three pieces of fruit sit before me. A pear, a nectarine and an apple. Forgot about them. I was doing a still life study latterly, for art, oh shit, i don't want to talk about art.
harumph.
It stormed like you wouldn't believe yesterday. The rain came down in torrents, and the trees writhed and twisted. Every time thunder sounded, the windows literally shook. So did i, actually. Well, rather i started. The storm came in the morning- i was a little disappointed at that; its so strange when there's a storm when mornings sun can still peep through. I was fumbling over the piano keys at the time, and the first few booms caused me to sound an equal number of dischordant notes. However, i was caught by nature's pure energy, and got all excited when playing Missy Higgins "Nightminds", becoming all dramatic, pounding away ferociously, then retreating to a tender and quivering melody. ha.
Good God. Lads, if you haven't watched the film "Crash", you must. You simply must. Its....beyond words. Ineffably, impossibly brilliant. BRILLIANT. It's Frankie's favourite movie, and now i understand why.
I watched another movie last night called 1408. eh. It lost its steam pretty quickly, and i was a little disappointed as it deviated into a place where credibility was null. However, i am scared rather easily at horror films, and therefore there existed quite a number of moments where i clung to the pillow.
haha, i watched I Am Legend recently too. good good. bugger ending. lots of christian implications. How the hell did they get so smart? And why the hell weren't they burning from the light? Questions unexplained....i was left unsatisfied in that area, but otherwise found it entertaining (hey, yeah, i know..."entertaining?" i just can't think of another word for 'good'.)
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly either proven right or pleasantly surprised."-- George F. Will
"A real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else." -- Umberto Eco
The parents look at each other. You look at the remnants of brocolli on your plate.
"I think its Amy's," says mum. Amy continues defrosting something in the microwave.
"Or is it tomorrow? Either today or tomorrow."
You slink out of the room, trying to look inconspicuous in your purple and green jumper. The sounds of a heated argument ferment in your wake, from which arise comments like "For God's sake! How many times do i have to tell you NOT to put so much dishwashing liquid in" and "if i'm going to do the washing up, just LET ME."
The dramatics of family life. You can be faintly amused by them, but most of the time, they just repulse you.
Through writing out your own perspective, you are able to see the flaws in it, sometimes. It makes sense in your head, because it steps forward at all the right times. But when you put it into word, sometimes it just looks absurd. For example- it was from writing that dreaming hasn't really been an option for the past couple of years made me realise how stupid it was not to. You gotta hope, right? Otherwise there's nothing. Nothing to aspire to, and so you either stagnate in a static state, or else veer off to find yourself in a place that you have no recollection of ever wanting to go. So i've thought up a few dreams. They're fragile in their newly born state, but i'm nurturing them, for now. They may die prematurely- but you gotta take your chances, eh?
Three pieces of fruit sit before me. A pear, a nectarine and an apple. Forgot about them. I was doing a still life study latterly, for art, oh shit, i don't want to talk about art.
harumph.
It stormed like you wouldn't believe yesterday. The rain came down in torrents, and the trees writhed and twisted. Every time thunder sounded, the windows literally shook. So did i, actually. Well, rather i started. The storm came in the morning- i was a little disappointed at that; its so strange when there's a storm when mornings sun can still peep through. I was fumbling over the piano keys at the time, and the first few booms caused me to sound an equal number of dischordant notes. However, i was caught by nature's pure energy, and got all excited when playing Missy Higgins "Nightminds", becoming all dramatic, pounding away ferociously, then retreating to a tender and quivering melody. ha.
Good God. Lads, if you haven't watched the film "Crash", you must. You simply must. Its....beyond words. Ineffably, impossibly brilliant. BRILLIANT. It's Frankie's favourite movie, and now i understand why.
I watched another movie last night called 1408. eh. It lost its steam pretty quickly, and i was a little disappointed as it deviated into a place where credibility was null. However, i am scared rather easily at horror films, and therefore there existed quite a number of moments where i clung to the pillow.
haha, i watched I Am Legend recently too. good good. bugger ending. lots of christian implications. How the hell did they get so smart? And why the hell weren't they burning from the light? Questions unexplained....i was left unsatisfied in that area, but otherwise found it entertaining (hey, yeah, i know..."entertaining?" i just can't think of another word for 'good'.)
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly either proven right or pleasantly surprised."-- George F. Will
"A real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else." -- Umberto Eco
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