(He whinged until I caved in. Stupid Heath. :P)
caroline 18:43 [+] ...
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Look, I know she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but how much intellegence does it really take to understand the words "fuck off"? Obviously more than she can muster. This is just getting too fucking annoying.
caroline 18:33 [+] ...
:: Tuesday, July 29, 2003 ::
Some people are fucking scumbags.
First, you sound off at me, accusing me of things I've not done.
Then, you proceed to deny me any response to your accusations.
Then you pretend that nothing's the matter while still dismissing me with no chance to speak.
ANd yet you still lurk around my blog, scanning each post for some remark that will gratify your ego. Well here you go. FUCK OFF. For once have the dignity and decency to just fucking leave it alone. Block me, ignore me, do whatever. But if you refuse to speak to me, then stop fucking reading my blog. And stop reading Jenny's as well. If you're too fucking scared and pathetic to actually SPEAK to us, then you have no right to trespass on our pages.
PLACEBO!!!!!!
Jenny has more than adequately summarised the events of yesterday. I must repeat, that the performance was FUCKING AWESOME! Highlights were: Molko hugging his guitar, "every you, every me" and their beautiful encore of "centrefolds".
I can die happy now. He's so beautiful. Soooooooooo beautiful. I had planned to say a lot more, but Jenny pretty much said it all, and more. SO just read her post. ANd that's an order.
caroline 19:24 [+] ...
:: Friday, July 25, 2003 ::
When I was in year Ten, I thought I had everything sorted. The school Certifcate was piss-easy, and the next two years wouldn't be exactly taxing either. ANd even if they were, I promised myself I'd buckle down and work hard to achieve my potential. The next seven or so years of my life were mapped out. In year eleven and twelve I would work hard at the subjects I'd chosen. General Maths, Advanced English, Legal Studies or ANcient History, Modern History, Studies of Religion, and Visual Arts. I was goign to be at William Carey, and most likely, DAd was goign to teach me for two of my subjects. I had decided I had recieved a calling to be a Midwife, and I'd done some work experience at a hospital. I was going to get my modest UAI, go to university for three years, obtain a degree, and then undertake the usual steps to become a midwife.
The first flaw in this plan came when my father left his job William Carey. It was completely unexpected and, at the time, I was devestated. I was so sure that it would fuck things over for me, that my painstakingly cultivate happiness would abandon me if I left all my supposed friends behind. (here it must be noted that most of the people I considered my friends at WC were utter fucks. The exsception, of course is Jenny, who thoroughly canes arse) It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, but how was I to know? I thought it was the end of the world. Eventually I found another school to go to. I secretly feared that it'd take me forever to settle in to this (seeming) haven of snobbery. To my surprise, I found an amazing group of friends. The freaks and outcasts of the grade. :) ANd thus I fitted in well. I've made some of the best friends I've ever had at Hills. Of course, I made some enemies too, but that's only to be expected.I'm not a likeable person. :P
I'm not sure when I stopped wanting to be a midwife. I realised only recently that I wanted to do something else with my life, but I must've felt this way for a while. It's understandable that a decision I made when I was barely sixteen wouldn't still suit me now. Especially considering how much has changed. But this change of heart leaves me in the exact same positon I was in over two years ago. ANd I'm no better equipped to make that decision now than I was then.
But it doesn't really matter. I'll figure it out eventaully, and until then, I'm happy to idly waste away my life in a semi-contented stupor.
I've been commanded to write a post. I'm sure no-one needs to ask who by. I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something to write about though. All I've done in the past two days is cough until my kidneys hurt. Oh, and pesky english assessment. (Which I got in on time Aaron :P) SO I have nothing interesting to say. (as always)
BUT (!) I'M GOING TO SEE A REAL LIVE MOLKO TOMORROW! *dances*
Tonight is my sister's 30th birthday party, and I wanted to go so I could see what her new boy is like. But I am, according to my mother, too sick. Pish posh. *coughs* Of course, I'll be well enough to endure the tedious and trialling company of my relatives at her family "party" on sunday. *groans* Fate ws cruel enought to make me realted to them, and now 'i have to actually SPEND TIME with them?! Too cruel.
I honestly have nothing to say. *shrugs*
caroline 18:55 [+] ...
:: Wednesday, July 23, 2003 ::
I have tried so hard for so long to keep this as a blog that I'm happy for anyone to read, whether I know them or not. I sometimes try to make it interesting, but I always try to make it an accurate representation of my life and thus I avoid censorship whenever I can. Lately though, I've been having to do it quite a bit. One of the reasons I'm not too worried about, but the other shits me.
People get too fucking moody and pissed off too easily.
An addition, almost immeadietly after the last post, I know.
I think perhaps Fiona is so pissed off at me because a) she's pissed at Jenny, but can't go off at her and b) maybe it actaully upset her to realise that she fucked things up with Jenny so badly, and that I have, in a way taken her place, as Jenny's best friend.
I also appologise for the poor grammar in this and the last post.
caroline 17:40 [+] ...
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first day back It can be stated succinctly with *cries*. The day itself was mediocre yet exhausting. But the real shit happened after I got home and came online. Suddenly the physical and emotional exhaustedness hit me in a swift blow, perfectly timed to accessorise the quasi-attack I recieved from Jenny. I'm sorry that I forgot the date yesterday. Honestly. I guess I was so wrapped up in my stupid assessments. Sorry. SO like, that was upsetting. ANd then Fiona gets stuck into me about supposedly trying to ruin her birthday party. I mean, fuck. Is that honestly what she thinks of me? I don't know whether to be disgusted or just not give a fuck. She accused me of all sorts of things that were total manipulations and misenterpretations of the actual events of the night. But the thing that offends me most is that she doesn't even have the dignity or decency to actually tell me what her fucking problem is, or what she thinks of me. Only "I'll leave before I say something I'll regret" and "you don't want to know what I'm thinking" *growls* I'm too tired for this shit.
caroline 17:35 [+] ...
:: Sunday, July 20, 2003 ::
A post specifically for the enjoyment of my sister Jen
Been a while since I posted. I'm sure no-one's surprised. I just didn't feel like it. *shrugs* So I guess I'll crap on about my week for a little bit. I pity you, figments.
tuesday. I'm strugging to even remember what I did on tuesday. Drama group work, but I'm not sure what else. Maybe nothing. If I did do something it wasn't memorable, and thus not blog-worthy.
wednesday today I was supposed to go into the city with Jenny, but it fell through due to the evil machinations on KFC. So instead I spent the day shopping with my mother, and recieved two tops, a pair of trousers, some hair dye and other miscelaneous stuff. Something else of note, but I won't divulge that here.
thursday Yet MORE drama group work, followed by the post-poned trip to meet Jenny in the city, the latter of which kicked arse. We did our traditional stuff, (gallery, tea, McDonalds) and we both managed to pick up Placebo's self-titled debut album. And we found out that they're doing a signing next saturday! *dies*Later that evening, once I'd gotten home, the day started sucking. But enough about that.
friday Want to hazard a guess about what I did today? That's right, MORE FUCKING DRAMA! But at least our group performance is starting to take shape, so really, drama work was actually the best part of the day. When I got home from drama, I had a distressing phone call with one of my close friends, followed by a call which cheered me up sufficiently. Then, at about 7pm, I entered the bowels of hell.
fiona's party From the beginning of the night, Jenny, Rebecca and I were socially excluded, which was no huge tragedy considering the other party guests. But rude nonetheless. It wasn't long before we relocated to some chairs outside ("we were kicked out"- Jenny) where, for the majority of the night we sat undisturbed, bitching about the hideous outfits people were wearing and throwing cups at the people inside who were making out.
Jared and Mitch showed up to the party at some point, and then Jared proceeded to astonish me with his complete and utter rudeness. After greeting him, I went to introduce him to Jenny, at which point he said something like "nup, I'm outta here" and turned and left. The only other time he came up to me the whole evening was to tell me to fuck off (because Jenny and Becca were throwing lollies at some people) I wasn't even doing the throwing. Dickhead. And he wondered why I was pissed off at him.
The only mildly interesting thing that happened the entire evening was the presence of Matt, who decided to brave our professed leprosy and sit down to talk to us. It was only after a few minutes of converation that I actually realised that I knew him from the first high school I went to. Odd.
I seem to have lost all inclination with regards to this post, so I'll just end it there.
caroline 13:12 [+] ...
:: Monday, July 14, 2003 ::
Now, to actually honour the pseudo promise I made about posting.
the beach For the past few days, I've been holidaying at my beach house. It was wonderful, because I slept a lot. I got absolutely no work done, which is hardly surprising. Aside from that it was lovely, I have little to say of it. After all, I slept most of the time. :)
little beach little beach is the most beautiful beach in existence. End of story really. I went there when i was up the beach. It's more of a hike than I'm used to, but it's by far worth it. It's so tiny and secluded and perfect. It has a rock shelf, so if the tide is right, you can walk along it out into the surf, and stay dry. It's mad.
holidays -boring
-tiring
-not long enough.
nuff sed.
PLACEBO! I'm going to placebo! YAY!
sleep I need more of it.
I said further detail, not extreme detail. Bite me, y'all.
caroline 19:39 [+] ...
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This is just a short post to explain the distinct lack of posts for the past week.
a) I've been away, &
b) My computer is fucked. I'm currently on my sister's.
I have lots of things to say, but tneither the itme nor inclinatiion to say them.
Things I will discuss in further detail next time:
- the beach
- little beach
- holidays
- crockery
- placebo
- sleep
caroline 14:14 [+] ...
:: Sunday, July 06, 2003 ::
*stares at no-dancing policy*
*giggles a little*
*scrunches it up and tosses it away*
I went dancing tonight. Ciroc dancing specifically. My sisters dragged me along to a beginners lesson. It was a lot of fun, and I may do it again. :)
caroline 23:11 [+] ...
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You're a torturer...you don't believe someone deserves death, but you are a firm believer in revenge being a dish best served cold. You'd wait and plan for six months to get back at the person who hurt you...but they'd probably survive it. Probably.
You represent... angst.
You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about everything. It's okay to sulk and be depressed, but life is short, and you only get one. It's only what you make it, and only you can make it improve.
note to world: I am not interchangable with Jenny.
caroline 23:05 [+] ...
:: Tuesday, July 01, 2003 ::
This post is basically just a response to Jenny's in specific reference to boy-hugging. Unless people are considerably more socially backward and retarded out near Campbeltown than they are where i live, (which is a distinct possibilty I guess) no-one is going to consider you hugging a male friend as a come-on. It's what normal friends do, and anyway, you're probably one of the least skanky people in the country. Nothing you do is going to be construed as you hitting on someone. My advice, (because we all know that i love to give advice) is to just hug them once and see what happens. Then hug them lots more times. AS a general rule, boys give much better hugs than girls. (none of that draping, air-kissing shit)
So get boy-hugging, dammit!
caroline 20:12 [+] ...
