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[20 Feb 2007|07:29pm] |
Wow. I haven't used this LJ for THAT long
Clealy, <15 minutes before dinner isn't time for a large, long update. So.
I am slowly trying to find my 'style' ie wear the nice clothes I never have places to wear down to the shops to buy fruit & bread, because I can. (previously it would just be trackies)
I am slowly trying to get a job. I need the money; spending $5 on magazines & sprite zero & boost chocolate bars & t-shirts to wear under-dresses and random items of clothing is beginning to leave a serious hole in my wallet.
I got into my 'Legal and Dispute Studies' course at RMIT & I had my first morning of Orientation today. It was alright; I found it & remembered it was just on the corner. After about 11:30 I finished & mucked around in the city, looking at shops they weren't chain stores, exploring the city, getting blisters on my feet.
I met up with Emma & Kat today at around 3. It was perfect weather & nice chats. My feet were aching so I wasn't as relaxed as I could be. I ended up running into Sophie, an old friend from kinder & primary school; I swear I haven't seen that girl in years; new hair & all grown up. I like suddenly being older & running into people you haven't seen; and how it's actually interesting to hear what people are doing and soforth
I hate my parents & I think I will eat dinner in my room. I can't look them in the eye. They just don't understand that when something is fucked up, its fucked up.
xx
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[21 Dec 2006|08:57pm] |
You know, I really want peanut butter right now.
I think that I'd actually allow myself to eat it with a spoon (for the 2nd time, ever eaten 375g of peanut butter in one afternoon? Nut, didn't think so...believe me, it's not worth the sickness)
but um, i want it
and we don't have any
My eyes are sore
I need to shave my underarms
Fuck.
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[06 Oct 2006|05:46pm] |
my birthday is tomorrow
i am dreading it now.
mum expects me to spend the whole day helping her
it's my 18th I protested, I have work to do and things that are important that I need to do as well.
She cracked it & hit me & pushed threw me into the wall. She took my stereo out of my room to 'test it' and moved my cds like it didn't matter, and it does.
She's an absolute bitch to me. Tells me I should have done the music cd earlier, and not 'the night before' but i'm sorry, studying for a history sac & 2 practice exams which are before saturday come beforehand. She doesn't give a flying fuck about me having a good day & that's what's more important to me. Thinking I am self-centered because she changes EVERYTHING and because I have priorities before Saturday. Says Dad & I do nothing and that I don't do anything for the party. Hello, I suggested everything, I wrote down what we needed; and she goes and gets shit that's different anyway (ie, I asked for snake lollies not fucking milkbottles, nobody likes fucking milkbottles.) I know what the parties I go to are like, because I'm the one that fucking goes to them, not her. Stupid cow can fucking rot in hell. Then she refuses to buy bread & cereal & babybels & iced coffee up&go's because there isn't enough room in the fridge/cupboard. I don't even get a dinner on my birthday, which means 'quick dinner' which means 3 people will go through more than 4 pieces of bread. This exceedingly pisses me off; I need my cereal because I go through a ton of it & because Dad eats it too at least one day a week because his runs out. She stabbed me & now I have a cut lip. YET SHE THINKS ITS FINE TO GET HER FUCKING BISCUITS. similarly, I tell her its the 'honey soy' etc chips people like, and she gets fucking lime & pepper. I can't even be in the same room as anything involving pepper. I hate her. If she wasn't such a bitch & always refused to take me driving I'd be getting my license & I could fucking drive away.
I can't stop crying because it isn't fair.
Tomorrow (Saturday) is my birthday.
At least Emma (I love you) and Kim sent me cards, and Wendy (Mum's friend/family friend, except Dad doens't like her much) sent me a present the other day to open tomorrow.
♥ Liz
I am no longer excited about
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[29 Sep 2006|08:38pm] |
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I honestly don't know the last time I updated this thing; this has become the journal I log into at school when I can't use my private (and therefore half-active, ha, compared to this 'not active' one) LJ because it'll save on the history files. Gah.
Basically. I have school. Wednesday, Thursday and today consisted of five practice exams at school ON THE HOLIDAYS which haven't really been the holidays. Last week was 'study' which really meant procrastinating & getting trashy magazines bought for me because 'you deserve a break' when I didn't really: my 'study' consisted of putting things in piles on the floor. I haven't done as much study as Ive planned to know & I could have, and I need school because being surronded by the hype will get me going. The first week was full of shit I had to do though: echo that I have once every 2 years, see my GP because I needed a prescription. Gah, I really don't like Marie much anymore. I used to see her regularly & now I don't & she just wants to chat and it's like, while she is genuine it's too genuine and it pisses me off. I made up I had to be somewhere at 12 just so I could get out of talking to her for 20 minutes.
Isn't it sad I have not too much to tell? On Sunday night I have Julia's, tomorrow I plan to walk Murphy at 6-7, get my eyebrows waxed at 9 & then Mum and I are going to st.kilda to try and find me an outfit for my 18th. Which is one week tomorrow...I'm not really excited because being 18 will change absolutley nothing at least until year 12 is over: I can't really afford to go out & get drunk, I don't really have many invites & opportunities to do that anyway, and it's a fair way off before I get my license too SO that's that then.
However I have been exceptionally good lately at one thing. For two days - or mornings you could say. Awake at 6 most mornings away, the fact it was light... I walked Murphy at 6:28AM this morning & 6:47am yesterday morning. My aim is to leave at 6:15 - when school goes back, even though if it is only for 2.5 weeks, I want to go in the mornings so I can focus on work after school. If I'm up in the morning & it's light I don't really have an excuse not too, and it's actually quite nice once I'm out there. Once you've got the willpower to walk out the door it is all good. I'm going tomorrow morning & must remain determined!
Goodnight lovelies!
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[12 Sep 2006|08:11am] |
Hello all, I am a) writing (!) and b) writing in the non private journal (!!)
Sadly, there is not much for me to elaborate other than my soon-to-be 18th, the invitations which are getting printed tomorrow, the fact I'm listening to Pearl jam on my iPod, I have 2 more sacs left ever, my hands are cold... it's house festival today so year 12's have 2, instead of 5 (though most have 4 + 1 spare) classes. Oh, not to mention the serious amount of homework. Or should I say 'study.' My desk was cleaned yesterday & is a reminder of the things I need to organise:
-Party
-Give/decide on a quote for the log
-Give first day of school photo to Babz
-Dentist appointment
-Appointment with Marie
-Fix morning w/ Mum to get trumpet fixed (valves are fucked)
-Echo
Hence, the first week of my holidays, for at least 1/2 the day is ruined in terms of study due to the errands I need to run. The last week of holidays (Wednesday, thursday, friday) is practice exams & Also a day of birthday shopping. Alcohol, cd's (I plan a $150 binge on cd's on my birthday, hence I have not bought any cd's since June 12. Let's not forget a) something to wear on my 18th & I'll have to decide on what colour 'samsonite suitcase' that I want. Suggestions? And I might be getting sunglasses. The day after my birthday there are 3 things on, 2/3 I don't want to go to, however to get out of one I'm saying I'll go to another: Go to the History Lecture to get out of the Music rehearsel & go to the Firbank fete in the morning. I don't plan on being a fit state to do any work, so doing a lecture where I simply have to listen but am still 'working' seems the right option.
So, basically, my life consists of getting to school at 7:35, making a cup of tea, doing work/coming on the internet, school, come home, walk dog, do work + dinner + shower till about 10, ten read & write in my written diary & go to bed. Oh, and I'm getting hayfever & a sore throat & I am proud that I can actually go to a party & not drink any alcohol. Was worth it not to have a groggy next day.
♥ Liz
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[30 Aug 2006|08:07am] |
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The second morning in the row I've read livejournals! 8:07am, can't be bothered to read my Acounting Chapter & figure I can do this in legal anyway. It is very exciting for me to be heer, my hands are very cold, but not purple; which is odd because it is supposed to be (god forbid) 21 & 22 in the next two days. I may even walk Murphy in a TSHIRT!
Ha so I have 5 SAC's left; 2 Legal, 1 History, 1 Accounting, 1 Maths. really not understanding fucking Probability (Maths) at the moment, which is pissing me off because I understand the theory but can't actually get the right answers. How funny. The last English essay on 'The Quiet American' which was quite bad? I wrote only 2 1/3 pages, simply because I had no other ideas, although technically it is within the word limit, and perhaps a better essay than usual, due to my use of quotes and varying words I don't often use, except my argument was shit. Ah well. I think I'll do Oedipus and Minimum of Two for the exam; because questions on the Quiet American are very foggy. I've got myself out of Fridays day lunch (or is it dinner? i think its dinner) because I need to word, and seeing as David always gets out of family events for no reason, and I don't but I HAVE reason (ie Maths SAC next week, even though it will be put back even further) and I don't fancy getting home at 10:30 on Sunday night.
It's kind of hard when i know there are things coming up, but I'm going to try and not drink any alcohol till my 18th. Which is in 39 days... HA I can't wait to walk into a bottle shop legally. How interesting. I'll actually be quite dissappointing if I don't get relatively drunk. Hmm. Mainly because I want to be able to be productive on Sundays & not be completley asleep.
In other news, I want to start getting fitter, because I've been quite good at walking Murphy and it's becoming perhaps a little easy for me; so I need to 'up the ante.' Currently my exercise consists of: walking to & from the train station (10 mins) + about 5 mins to & from train to school 4 days a week, a 35 minute 'power walk' every day, and um, as lame as it sounds... I frequently dance around in my room to the likes of The Faint, Death From Above 1979 disco versions and 'Ain't No other Man' by Christina Aguilera. And 'Blow Your Whistle' et etc... oh, and the trumpet is the 2nd most strenuos instrument, even though I only play it about once a week.
Anyway, time for me to be off. Sorry about this dull entry.
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[20 Aug 2006|01:37pm] |
I'm probably the most sober & with it than I ever have been after a night out, which doesn't make sense
Thankyou Clancy for your wonderful hospitality; and hmm... I need to get my hands on people's phones/cameras.
I had my first minor experience with salt, tequila and lemon, and there is a recording of it on Alex's phone
Personally, this was very amusing, as Irene & Alex are particulairly determined to see me properly drunk, which never really works, because I get midly gasey in the stomach from volume of liquid, then I wee a lot, or in the case of champagne, feel light-headed and sit in a corner being antisocial, so the prospect of getting 'drunk' doesn't happen.
I would love to work in a bottle shop.
I've realised it would be absolutley hysterical looking at every newly 18 yr old buying tequila & what not, smirking - because the purpose of those drinks is primarily to make an idiot of yourself. Ah well, shit happens.
According to my mother, I smelt of grog although I would've only had about 3 standard drinks. Yet I was sober when I got picked up, and I wokt up at 6am without trying. My eyes aren't even sore, like I sometimes get from little sleep. Mum got pissed at me for only sleeping 5.25 hours - WHY DOESNT SHE FUCKING GET IT I simply am incapable of sleeping till past 9am. No doubt I will fall asleep at about 9:30pm (extremely early) because afternoon naps that are forced don't walk.
Contemplating going for my walk (I feel obliged now, I will make it 7 days a week for the first time this year! Oh, and not to let down Leyla)
My English essay I wrote this morning is, I am certain, the worst essay I have ever written. But whatever. I shall go for a walk & do type up the final chapter of Legal textbook for my Adversay System notes. Then watch Futurama.
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1.Minor update for no apperant reason
2.Last night twas' the Concerto Concerto where I discovered I like string music with piano solos
3.I have my History SAC tomorrow & Friday.
4.I have to carry my trumpet home tonight, for the 8th last time this year
5.If it isn't 'free' to print on the study room printer, and I've just printed 9 pages of legal notes, I WILL cry
6. I'm actually starting to care about how I go at the end of the year, now I actually have a specific course I'd like, and the alternative option is TAFE
7. It's 53 days till my 18th, 3 years & 3 weeks since I've had potato or hot chips & there's only 30 something actual school days left
8. I HAVE to remember to take lunch leave & be back in time for my SAC on Friday so I can put money in the bank... last time I'll get bonus interest
Okay, so now I need to shit and play around with some notes/start writing 2 letters
xx Liz
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[12 Aug 2006|05:52pm] |
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Well, it HAS been a long stretch since I've written in this thing, and about a week since I wrote in the other one. Basically, I have no life & no time for a life. I'm becoming increasingly jealous of the people who have a life revolving around Sorrento & boys & myspace and their mobile phone - yet at least half of these people get better grades than me, and basically have much more time having 'fun.' My Saturday revolved around being woken up at 6:30 (Dad), getting up at 6:55, having cereal, doing Accounting Ratios (reading the answers), taking my dog for a walk, coming home, doing more accounting + starting legal notes, then starting the dreaded history highlighting. I've come on the internet in search of some form of timeline for History. Oh, I also mucked around with my trumpet for 15 minutes, because I'm about to have shower + dinner + head off to 'Melbourne Bands Festival' which is somewhat entertaining but I have so much work I need to do + I think either one of the Phoebe's were having people around? Oh, the idea of rocking up at 10:30pm in my Stage Band uniform (black pants, white shirt, black vest, gold tie) doesn't really appeal to me. Tomorrow is taken up by Open Days even though I haven't had time to organise when & which ones I am going to. Somehow, I have to, basically, write two essays
if you know anything regarding how the failure of the Dumas contributed to the Russian Revolution/s in 1917, or anything regarding Lenin, Trotsky or another revolutionary individual and the key role they played in the movement towards revolution in Russia, do let me know immediately
Was literally in tears today over the fact I have no time. FUCK rehearsel 1-5pm on MID TERM BREAK for fucks sake that I 'have to' go to. I am in two songs, one which Amy Knurek sings & another one. In short, I play a note, count 20 bars rest, and then play another note. Last week I wasted 1.5 hours in rehearsel watching strings play. I have priorities. Bloody Gilbert & Sullivan can fuck itself, for all I care.
Hmm. I have discovered that if I want to grow, the thing missing from my overall lifestyle is sleep. Unfortunately, as we can see, this is not an option. Despite the fact that it honestly does not occur to me to go to bed earlier than 11pm, nor does it seem odd to me to wake up at 6 am - easily - without an alarm. Hmm. Opinions?
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[28 Jul 2006|08:02am] |
Yeah, so this livejournal is very nearly dead as I only really use my other one, and that one I've been trying to avoid using to. I've been successful for another 4 days running of not coming on livejournal at home, so yes, well done to me. I did 2.5 hours of homework last night! I got home at 4:20, walked Murphy, came back, worked, had a shower, worked, had dinner, worked, packed my bag for tomorrow, read my book & wrote in my diary. Oh, and I managed NOT to spill my coffee upstairs too. I feel much more satisfied on days I dont muck around & get things done.
Formal fever is beginning to hit. it's starting to bug me now about the whole travelling arrangements/arrangements in general - I can't relax and have a good time if I have to worry about that kind of thing. 10 o'clock last night:
Me: 'Are you prepared to pick me up from some random nightclub and some ungodly hour in the morning?'
Mum: Yes, darling. Don't leave your heater on all night.
It kind of annoys me, because I wish she got over the whole taxi issue. Getting a taxi doesn't phase me, as long as it is booked because it's a Saturday night. For gods sake, they need to adapt to these type of things because they are going to get a big slap in the face when they magically can't stop me when I'm 18 (parents are 'they', I am 18 in 72 days/October 7)
I'm getting my hair done at 1:30 & make-up at 3:30 and pre's are at 4:30 tomorrow. I'm not even excited. I'm wondering whether I can wear boots to the after=party. I REFUSE to wear high-heels for any longer than I have to. I'm a bit annoyed I'm not taking anyone now, I initially wanted to, then it became too hard & I wasn't going to trust some people (I trust some, but not all) to set me up with people just so because it was 'cool.' Gah. Anyway.
So yes, I thought a little update would keep everyone happy. Hopefully I may get a chance on Sunday to post, or something.
♥ Liz
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