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Merry belated Christmas. Happy New Year. Love from Vienna.
mercoledì 31 dicembre 2008
martedì 23 dicembre 2008
lunedì 22 dicembre 2008
one fine day
1.
I was going to call this blog, 'one is the loneliest number'. However that seems so wrong now, after the lovely day I've had.
It was hot today. Too hot. I woke up early to clear the storeroom for the last time and nearly fainted from the heat in that room. It was rather stuffy. But, I have finished and I'm quite pleased with the results. I then chose to hide away in my air-conditioned room and pack my suitcase. I've managed to amaze myself with how little I'm packing. Enough room left so I can bring back gifts. For myself of course.
However, once everything was packed (save toiletries) I was desperately bored. So, I chose to impose my presence on two of my friends who'd gone off walking earlier. After feeling strangely low yesterday, being able to just sit and talk was really nice. My afternoon was filled with lazy, funny goodness. Oliver was abusive every now and then, but despite that, it was still a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
I'm now home, chatting and picking music to put on my iPod. Not long now.
Conclusion: I will miss all my friends very much.
I was going to call this blog, 'one is the loneliest number'. However that seems so wrong now, after the lovely day I've had.
It was hot today. Too hot. I woke up early to clear the storeroom for the last time and nearly fainted from the heat in that room. It was rather stuffy. But, I have finished and I'm quite pleased with the results. I then chose to hide away in my air-conditioned room and pack my suitcase. I've managed to amaze myself with how little I'm packing. Enough room left so I can bring back gifts. For myself of course.
However, once everything was packed (save toiletries) I was desperately bored. So, I chose to impose my presence on two of my friends who'd gone off walking earlier. After feeling strangely low yesterday, being able to just sit and talk was really nice. My afternoon was filled with lazy, funny goodness. Oliver was abusive every now and then, but despite that, it was still a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
I'm now home, chatting and picking music to put on my iPod. Not long now.
Conclusion: I will miss all my friends very much.
domenica 21 dicembre 2008
...2 2 was 1 2
2.
Two's company.
I feel a bit despondant tonight. Which is fine. I wish I knew why. But the thing that bothers me the most is the possiblity that I make other people feel a bit crappy.
Two is not long.
I feel a bit nervous/excited.
Two's company.
I feel a bit despondant tonight. Which is fine. I wish I knew why. But the thing that bothers me the most is the possiblity that I make other people feel a bit crappy.
Two is not long.
I feel a bit nervous/excited.
sabato 20 dicembre 2008
aboreal delights
3.
Tree: in Ireland, the number that comes between two and four.
I'm not awake enough (or ready) to make my own pretty words at the moment. But, in order to complete the countdown, I will borrow someone elses.
Flowers in the Kitchen
On buying her flowers
she said
"There's no food in the kitchen and we can't eat flowers."
On buying her food
she said
"You don't buy flowers any more."
Tree: in Ireland, the number that comes between two and four.
I'm not awake enough (or ready) to make my own pretty words at the moment. But, in order to complete the countdown, I will borrow someone elses.
Flowers in the Kitchen
On buying her flowers
she said
"There's no food in the kitchen and we can't eat flowers."
On buying her food
she said
"You don't buy flowers any more."
LEMN SISSAY
Life is funny like that. It's hard to find the balance.
venerdì 19 dicembre 2008
beans
4.
Over halfway done, only four to go.
I am tired. Life is catching up to me at the moment. I'm sleeping on and off after getting home at around half six. After a late night, I decided to recover with cake, a film and a friend. As my life becomes more and more aimless, it is always nice to relax and see friends.
Moments where you tip your head to the side. Smile a little, and think 'what?': Today, I was welcomed home with a note which read:
Over halfway done, only four to go.
I am tired. Life is catching up to me at the moment. I'm sleeping on and off after getting home at around half six. After a late night, I decided to recover with cake, a film and a friend. As my life becomes more and more aimless, it is always nice to relax and see friends.
Moments where you tip your head to the side. Smile a little, and think 'what?': Today, I was welcomed home with a note which read:
'wather my bean eveey day. love Thomas.'
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My youngest brother often surprises me. He can be a bit violent and single-minded on games, but also very thoughful and caring. I don't quite know what to think when it comes to the boy.
This blog seems a bit lacklustre, but I don't mind because my day was not. And there is a cat twisting around my legs for love.
giovedì 18 dicembre 2008
the ship cinq
5.
In another five hours I should be nearing the halfway mark in cleaning the storeroom.
My day has been uninteresting today. I slept in a tad to late whilst having an odd semi-awake dream. In this dream, I was going out with some friends. We were going to a club. Everyone looked great, however it was upon arriving at the club that I realised I was wearing thongs. It was at this point I woke up more confused than anything.
After that, I wandered down to the kitchen. Ate something. Read a little, and then started to clean. I'm constantly finding junk I've never seen in my life. A lot of it is old papers. One of the discoveries which amused me most was a medium-sized box filled to the brim with old kumon papers. Why we held onto them I have no clue.
I need to find nicer stationary. On the to do list.
Edit 1:05pm: I've just found something which makes the box of kumon look commonplace. A massive tub completely filled with unopened model aeroplanes.
In another five hours I should be nearing the halfway mark in cleaning the storeroom.
My day has been uninteresting today. I slept in a tad to late whilst having an odd semi-awake dream. In this dream, I was going out with some friends. We were going to a club. Everyone looked great, however it was upon arriving at the club that I realised I was wearing thongs. It was at this point I woke up more confused than anything.
After that, I wandered down to the kitchen. Ate something. Read a little, and then started to clean. I'm constantly finding junk I've never seen in my life. A lot of it is old papers. One of the discoveries which amused me most was a medium-sized box filled to the brim with old kumon papers. Why we held onto them I have no clue.
I need to find nicer stationary. On the to do list.
Edit 1:05pm: I've just found something which makes the box of kumon look commonplace. A massive tub completely filled with unopened model aeroplanes.
mercoledì 17 dicembre 2008
six appeal
6.
It's getting uncomfortably close to the date of my departure. Six days in which I have to tie up loose ends, pack and socialise. Can she do it?
Ever since I returned from my 'schoolies' vaction, I've had three obligations:
1) Clean the storeroom. The storeroom is like an attic. It's small and stuffy and filled with crap I haven't seen in years and doubt I'll use in the years to come. I've promised my mother I'll be ruthless; throwing out anything that seems at all useless. However, as I rummage through odds and ends, I find things that trigger an odd memory, or which stimulate terrible nostalgia.
2) Research the scarlet pimpernel. My mission is to find images and drawings of the pimpernel. This is a small, british weed. Not the most beautiful flower. And, is thus rather difficult to find anatomical drawings of. So, the search has involved trips to various libraries over the past few weeks; sifting through bookshelfs and tomes for anything.
3) Have a social life. I think it is my right as a high school graduate to socialise. Whether it be a short chat on msn, dinner one night, or an organised gathering to try to watch films. However, given my previously mentioned responsibilities, it can be difficult to find the balance between friends and my obligations.
Today, I managed to address each issue. What started out as a film day - a collection of friends coming together in the vain hope that we would actually watch a selections of films (we watched one. Manhattan Murder Mystery. My choice and attempt to instill an admiration for Woody Allen in my friends). But, 8:30 this morning, father drags me out of bed to guilt trip me into action - I find disappointment worse than rage. In anycase, I felt quite awful afterwards and spent the next two hours cleaning the storeroom. I also managed to squeeze in a phone call to the Royal Botanical Gardens Library concerning the pimpernel. So, overall the morning was rather productive. The afternoon was more enjoyable. I had lovely long chats about people and life in general.
So much has happened in my lifetime so far.I also came across an old box of photos in my rummagings. It makes me curious about life before I can remember - a time I will never know. However, everyone smiles in photos. I wonder if they are really happy.
It's getting uncomfortably close to the date of my departure. Six days in which I have to tie up loose ends, pack and socialise. Can she do it?
Ever since I returned from my 'schoolies' vaction, I've had three obligations:
1) Clean the storeroom. The storeroom is like an attic. It's small and stuffy and filled with crap I haven't seen in years and doubt I'll use in the years to come. I've promised my mother I'll be ruthless; throwing out anything that seems at all useless. However, as I rummage through odds and ends, I find things that trigger an odd memory, or which stimulate terrible nostalgia.
2) Research the scarlet pimpernel. My mission is to find images and drawings of the pimpernel. This is a small, british weed. Not the most beautiful flower. And, is thus rather difficult to find anatomical drawings of. So, the search has involved trips to various libraries over the past few weeks; sifting through bookshelfs and tomes for anything.
3) Have a social life. I think it is my right as a high school graduate to socialise. Whether it be a short chat on msn, dinner one night, or an organised gathering to try to watch films. However, given my previously mentioned responsibilities, it can be difficult to find the balance between friends and my obligations.
Today, I managed to address each issue. What started out as a film day - a collection of friends coming together in the vain hope that we would actually watch a selections of films (we watched one. Manhattan Murder Mystery. My choice and attempt to instill an admiration for Woody Allen in my friends). But, 8:30 this morning, father drags me out of bed to guilt trip me into action - I find disappointment worse than rage. In anycase, I felt quite awful afterwards and spent the next two hours cleaning the storeroom. I also managed to squeeze in a phone call to the Royal Botanical Gardens Library concerning the pimpernel. So, overall the morning was rather productive. The afternoon was more enjoyable. I had lovely long chats about people and life in general.
So much has happened in my lifetime so far.I also came across an old box of photos in my rummagings. It makes me curious about life before I can remember - a time I will never know. However, everyone smiles in photos. I wonder if they are really happy.
martedì 16 dicembre 2008
the hungry number
7.
One Week. Seven is meant to be a lucky number, yes?
It seems to be paying off for me today. I sat my hazard perception test today. This is a silly computerised test you have to complete in order to sit your drivers exam. Essentially, you watch a video and click when it is safe to turn, slow down, overtake and move off. Funnily enough, and in keeping with the seveness of the day, I passed with 77%. I don't really care about the crapiness this percentage actually represents - mostly, I'm amused.
In other news, I received more than one test result today. As an IB student, I was rather surprised to receive a letter from VTAC, however GAT results have been out. Overall, the GAT means very little to me - it doesn't help me unless everyone doing IB does well. But I'm more than a little surprised, happy and totally prepared to gloat about my Written Communication score. Bodes well for literature at Uni.
Postsecret makes me wonder: do I have any secrets?
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One Week. Seven is meant to be a lucky number, yes?
It seems to be paying off for me today. I sat my hazard perception test today. This is a silly computerised test you have to complete in order to sit your drivers exam. Essentially, you watch a video and click when it is safe to turn, slow down, overtake and move off. Funnily enough, and in keeping with the seveness of the day, I passed with 77%. I don't really care about the crapiness this percentage actually represents - mostly, I'm amused.
In other news, I received more than one test result today. As an IB student, I was rather surprised to receive a letter from VTAC, however GAT results have been out. Overall, the GAT means very little to me - it doesn't help me unless everyone doing IB does well. But I'm more than a little surprised, happy and totally prepared to gloat about my Written Communication score. Bodes well for literature at Uni.
Postsecret makes me wonder: do I have any secrets?
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This one is nice. Someone is a romantic.
lunedì 15 dicembre 2008
the thought that counts
8.
Why was six scared? Because seven, eight, nine.
Numbers have a strange tendency to rule our lives. I know I have my fair share; pin numbers, school numbers, library card numbers, address numbers, postcodes. I know for all the VCE kids that today numbers were very important - well to most. ENTERS came out today. The number that can change your future. Everyone sits somewhere on that bell curve - well, I don't: IB. My numbers have a more limited range. 1 to 7. 3 out of 3. And 45. For me, it's personal satisfaction and my notional ENTER which matter. But I'm not going to bother worrying about that just yet.
Funnily enough, I sometimes find I think in terms of numbers. Families differ depending on the number of children they have. In the morning, I think of my sleep in as portions of 5s. 5 minutes. Another 5 minutes, etc. I think of pants as 2s and t-shirts as 1s. I think of book pages in terms of halves and quarters. Letters have numbers too - but this may be due to scrabble.
Good luck VCE children. For today and tomorrow.
Why was six scared? Because seven, eight, nine.
Numbers have a strange tendency to rule our lives. I know I have my fair share; pin numbers, school numbers, library card numbers, address numbers, postcodes. I know for all the VCE kids that today numbers were very important - well to most. ENTERS came out today. The number that can change your future. Everyone sits somewhere on that bell curve - well, I don't: IB. My numbers have a more limited range. 1 to 7. 3 out of 3. And 45. For me, it's personal satisfaction and my notional ENTER which matter. But I'm not going to bother worrying about that just yet.
Funnily enough, I sometimes find I think in terms of numbers. Families differ depending on the number of children they have. In the morning, I think of my sleep in as portions of 5s. 5 minutes. Another 5 minutes, etc. I think of pants as 2s and t-shirts as 1s. I think of book pages in terms of halves and quarters. Letters have numbers too - but this may be due to scrabble.
Good luck VCE children. For today and tomorrow.
domenica 14 dicembre 2008
driving lessons
9.
Nine days to go.
Went up to the farm yesterday. It was quite exciting. I was allowed to drive up in the Landcruiser, which is a giant green, manual beast of a car. As a learner, I have only just conquered first gear, so I was eager o drive over a long distance. However, I was pelting with rain. I loved it, but my mother had a few white knuckle moments.
That's all I can think to say at the moment. Listening to music.
Happy Birthday Sunni. 18.
Nine days to go.
Went up to the farm yesterday. It was quite exciting. I was allowed to drive up in the Landcruiser, which is a giant green, manual beast of a car. As a learner, I have only just conquered first gear, so I was eager o drive over a long distance. However, I was pelting with rain. I loved it, but my mother had a few white knuckle moments.
That's all I can think to say at the moment. Listening to music.
Happy Birthday Sunni. 18.
sabato 13 dicembre 2008
the great beyond
The countdown begins.
10.
In ten days I leave. I fly away to foreign lands. Where I can't speak the language. I'm not ready to go yet; I haven't packed or bought thermals. It will be cold.
Germany. Austria. Italy. France. Home.
Upsetting: I'm going to miss christmas, my family and friends, new years, getting my IB results and boxing day sales.
10.
In ten days I leave. I fly away to foreign lands. Where I can't speak the language. I'm not ready to go yet; I haven't packed or bought thermals. It will be cold.
Germany. Austria. Italy. France. Home.
Upsetting: I'm going to miss christmas, my family and friends, new years, getting my IB results and boxing day sales.
martedì 9 dicembre 2008
lovely
s
musings.
I feel slightly adrift at the moment. Aimlessly moving from day to day. I feel a restless too, but not in a physical sense. I can hardly label it as emotional. Probably just a restless Mind. All at once, I want to be surrounded by people and to be left alone to think. But thinking can be dangerous; I overthink. I want lovely things: sunrises, tulips, tea cups, icypoles, songs etc.
I want to be emotionally drained and then to sleep for hours.
Edit 6:11 pm: sleeping was wonderful. a nice end to a day which seemed to be going sadly awry.
musings.
I feel slightly adrift at the moment. Aimlessly moving from day to day. I feel a restless too, but not in a physical sense. I can hardly label it as emotional. Probably just a restless Mind. All at once, I want to be surrounded by people and to be left alone to think. But thinking can be dangerous; I overthink. I want lovely things: sunrises, tulips, tea cups, icypoles, songs etc.
I want to be emotionally drained and then to sleep for hours.
Edit 6:11 pm: sleeping was wonderful. a nice end to a day which seemed to be going sadly awry.
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