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Monday, June 30, 2003 |
When I walk home at the right time in the afternoon there is the most gorgeous smell of freshly baking bread from a bakery near my house. It's gotten to the point where when the bus goes past the right block, all the windows on the street side are pushed wide open.
After I get off the bus and am stopped at the traffic lights, if it's still the right time there's an oddly comforting steam and detergent smell in the air from the laundromat just down the street from my house. It reminds me vividly of clean cotton sheets when you're sick, and small comforts of home and sleep when you're upset.
After I get off the bus and am stopped at the traffic lights, if it's still the right time there's an oddly comforting steam and detergent smell in the air from the laundromat just down the street from my house. It reminds me vividly of clean cotton sheets when you're sick, and small comforts of home and sleep when you're upset.
Saturday, June 28, 2003 |
I've got a tooth coming through. This seems absolutely absurd at my age, (yes, I know I talk like a 40 year old) but there it is. Most likely my 12 year old molars were just stuck in immigration.
I really think I'm running out of things to say. Add this to the fact that nobody comments (no, that's _not_ what my tagboard's for...) on what I write, I'm considering shutting down my blog. Nobody loves me.
Ever find something out about someone you're very close to and it puts them and everything they've done in a whole different perspective? I've been getting that a lot lately. I've learnt several things about people I consider friends, to either the extinction of that connection or the strengthening of my friendship with them.
Sunday, June 22, 2003 |
My brain:
Auditory : 66%
Visual : 33%
Left : 53%
Right : 46%
I am also
That's all for now!
Song of the moment: Everything Turns - The Superjesus
Auditory : 66%
Visual : 33%
Left : 53%
Right : 46%
I am also
[take the test] - [by krystaljungle.com]
That's all for now!
Song of the moment: Everything Turns - The Superjesus
Wednesday, June 18, 2003 |
Spaß in der Wißenschaft
Although that is a very Feuerwerk-esque chapter name it is rather appropriate. I'm also feeling jampy about German because of my High Distinction. Anyway: Science is funny when your friends really *don't* give a damn.
* In reference to food webs in the savannah:
Tat: Well where do plants get their food from?
Me: From the animals of course! Can't you just see broccoli standing there, when a leopard come by and said broccoli takes a huge BITE out of the leopard's leg?
* Bridie received a detention for blowing up balloons and waving them around when our better science teacher snuck in to retrieve equipment from what was, admittedly, his lab. This was accompanied by Simon singing "Land of Hope and Glory."*
Although that is a very Feuerwerk-esque chapter name it is rather appropriate. I'm also feeling jampy about German because of my High Distinction. Anyway: Science is funny when your friends really *don't* give a damn.
Tat: Well where do plants get their food from?
Me: From the animals of course! Can't you just see broccoli standing there, when a leopard come by and said broccoli takes a huge BITE out of the leopard's leg?
Monday, June 09, 2003 |
Spent the day with Aura, Anna and Kate wandering from the rocks, had lunch at Pancakes and down George Street to the QVB and then onwards to Haymarket. I have a new Hematite ring, Lip Gloss and items for a few people I know. Chocolate demon pancakes are SO damn fine, but you'd want them to be for $12.95 *grimace*
Sunday, June 08, 2003 |
While listening to Vanessa Carlton's rendition of Paint it Black, I recalled that in primary school on the odd occasion that our Hag-of-a-teacher would be away, the Deputy Prinicpal would supervise us and we would spend the whole morning singing oldies songs and totally ignoring the set work. That is, of course, where I know the lyrics from Paint it Black from. He would bring his guitar and play the chords while we learned the lyrics, and 5 years on I still remember them. I'm not at all sure that teaching depressing rock songs to 12 year olds is a good sign in an authority figure. Not that I am or was complaining.
Saturday, June 07, 2003 |
I spent the two periods of German speaking preperation I had fretting about the exam and trying to learn both the responses to the questions and the German lyrics to the Timewarp, via Babel Fish (Probably horribly, horribly, incorrectly....) . They turned out to be:
RiffRaff: Es verblüfft;
Zeit ist flüchtig;
Verrücktheit nimmt seine Abgabe.
Aber hören Sie nah...
Magenta: Nicht für sehr viel länger.
RiffRaff: Ich habe, Steuerung zu halten.
Ich erinnere mich das an Tun Zeit-verwerfe
das Trinken jener Momente,
als der Schwärzungsgrad mich schlagen würde
Magenta: Und die Lücke würde benennen...
Transylvanians: Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Erzähler: Es ist ein Sprung nach links gerade.
Alle: Und dann ein Schritt rechts.
Erzähler: Mit Ihren Händen auf Ihren Hüften.
Alle: Sie holen Ihre Knie innen fest.
Aber es ist der Becken- Schub,
der Sie wirklich geisteskrank fährt.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Magenta: Sie ist so dreamy, die freie OH- Phantasie ich.
So können Sie nicht mich, Nr. sehen, überhaupt nicht.
In einem anderen Maß mit der voyeuristic Absicht,
gut secluded, sehe ich alle.
RiffRaff: Mit ein wenig ein Sinnesleichter Schlag
Magenta: Sie sind in den Zeitbeleg.
RiffRaff: Und nichts kann dasselbe überhaupt sein.
Magenta: Sie werden heraus auf Empfindung gesperrt.
RiffRaff: Wie Sie seien Sie unter Beruhigung.
Alle: Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Columbia: Brunnen I ging hinunter die Straße, die gerade denken ein-hat,
als eine Schlange eines Halteseils mich gab, den ein schlechtes wink.
Er rüttelte-ein mich oben, er nahm mich durch Überraschung.
Er hatte einen Pickup.truck und die Augen des Teufels.
Er stared an mir und ich glaubte einer Änderung.
Zeit bedeutete nichts, wurde nie wieder.
Alle: Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Erzähler: Sie ist ein Sprung nach links gerade.
Alle: Und dann ein Schritt rechts.
Erzähler: Mit Ihren Händen auf Ihren Hüften.
Alle: Sie holen Ihre Knie innen fest.
Aber es ist der Becken- Schub, der Sie wirklich geisteskrank fährt.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
Lassen Sie uns tun sichverwerfen wieder.
I was also puzzled/horrified to find out that Riff-Raff sing the Usherette at the beginning, although thankfully he IS NOT the owner of the scarlet lippy.
Sunday, June 01, 2003 |
Bloody HELL I don't know how it is that I haven't written anything in so long. I think it may be that I find myself extremely boring, contrary to the belief of my friends. Am puzzled.
First thing's first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRONTWINE! love you muchly even though you have too many good CDs. Heh.
Happy Birthdays also to Anna K (6th May) and Fiona (22nd May)
I have finally cleaned up my room to about as good as it's gonna get; but seeing as you can see the majority of my floor I'm really not complaining, celebrated, yes.
Endured a three-day camp to Canberra (that quaint little town in the wilderness south of Sydney.) the highlights of which were freezing my arse off when some dickhead said: "Hey, lets take them ICE SKATING AT NIGHT!" and Seeing the Matrix: Reloaded (not NEARLY as good as the first).
The weather in Sydney is:
