Universe-ish with a T minus the SHHH

Dear Frank,
This semester please try a little harder at university. I know you could have achieved much better results last semester had you TRIED. Yes, you passed, but honestly, you can do better. You got two fours and two fives for your classes. That means you just did a bit better than passing.
I know that's all well and fine and some people would be perfectly happy with that, but the fact is, Frank, you are capable of much more. I know this, because I observed you many times throughout the semester slacking off. You slept through many lectures, skipped half of your tutorials for once class and did nearly all of you work the night before it was due.
You submitted one of your news stories, due at midnight, at 11:40pm. That same night. Yes it was in on time, but I know it wasn't possibly the best you could have done, especially seeing as you started writing it at around 10pm THAT SAME NIGHT.
PLEASE don't do this again.
If you have to write essays, write them, EDIT THEM, make them RELEVANT, actually bother to do the referencing properly and put all those high school essay writing lessons to good use. Honestly, you know how to write essays. Don't get any more shit marks.
And you know when I say shit marks I don't mean credits instead of high distinctions. I mean don't get any more ACTUAL shit marks.
Oh, and with regards to that group project especially, please commit yourself to getting your work done efficiently and stay organised. It's for your own good, and for the other members of your group. You don't really want them all to suffer because you can't get it together.
So Frank, please listen to what I've just said, and TRY TO DO IT.
FOCUS slightly.
Oh, and get a job.
You lazy bitch.
Love, Frank.

Easter

So this is what a big kid's easter feels like.

As opposed to back in the say when my parents would get up really early and hide easter eggs all over the garden then we'd go out and find them all.

I mean, the easter bunny would come.
He'd also be pretty rad and leave chocolate bunnies and larger eggs on the dining table, usually.
So I'd end up with this pretty pile of shiny eggs.
It was always a fun occasion.
And there was always that thrill of trying to get as many eggs as you could before your younger sister did, even though she had much shorter legs than you and couldn't reach as high or run as fast.
And when the eggs were all collected, you'd always share them out so everyone had pretty even amounts anyway, because your family was nice like that.

Not this year, however. This year, what you see in that photo is what I have.

NO PRETTY EASTER EGGS.

What the fuck is wrong with the world....?
I mean these things are great and all but THEY AREN'T SHINY.

I THINK I'M GETTING OLD.

The box is even black. It's not even attempting to look cutesy.
Several of the chocolates inside are shaped like bunnies getting MARRIED.

LIFE IS TELLING ME SOMETHING. This lack of shiny pretty easter eggs, and this constant craving for a trip to the KG sushi train, and this whole hanging out with my boyfriend business and all the rest is leading me to think that maybe I am actually GROWING UP.
Like, I don't FEEL like an adult, but I am nearly legally one.
On May 17th I will be 18, and therefore an adult for legal purposes in this country.
How freaking weird.


But don't panic too much, Amy is coming over on tuesday and we are going to go to the shops and buy some (hopefully cheap by then) easter eggs and give them to each other.

Shiiiiiiiiiny pretty easter eggs.

Weird

Well the past few days have been brilliant. This boy that I met is absolutely amazing and makes me really, really happy.
Buuuuuuut there is just one thing that's kind of bad.

Now one of my friends keeps acting kind of odd. Like I understand, maybe she's jealous, maybe she hates it when I mention him because of that, maybe she's not JEALOUS as such, just kind of wistful or something, maybe she is just genuinely sick of me talking about him (even though it's been just a few days and I don't think I could have caused that much brain damage to her in that time) or maybe there's something else going on that I don't know about. But I don't fully understand why she will come on msn claiming to be a shit person and saying things like that she's been "kicked into the gutter" or something, when that really hasn't happened at all.
I definitely DON'T think that she is a shit person, I think she is a brilliant person.
I don't think she can say that I've ditched her for my boyfriend or anything, when I've only been with him for three days or something. In that time I have gone out with him ONCE, and I have gone out with my friend ONCE. Other times I have hung out with my sister or stayed at home or gone to university and hung out with my uni friends.
I don't see that as ditching her or turning her into a third wheel type thing or anything.
The other strange thing is that in real life she's fine. We're fine and cool and nice but then when we talk via MSN or something it turns almost nasty. Sometimes she says things that I just really don't understand. They really make me feel bad.
Not angry, I don't really tend to get angry at her, and not depressed, I'm far too happy for that at the moment. But there are things she says which just get to me a bit and make me wonder if I really did do something bad. But I don't think I did. So then I wonder where it's all coming from, and why she'd thinking it, or whether she's even thinking it at all or just saying it. Then if THAT were the case, I wonder why she says it if it's not what she's thinking.
I also wonder if she sometimes talks about me behind my back to other people. I understand if hse does, I probably would too f I were in her spot, I think it would really be unavoidable unless you just never spoke, but I hope she doesn't say man things about me.
I don't know why, if we're such good friends, it happens like this.
That something happens that makes me really, really happy and then she goes all weird on me like I've done something bad.

Maybe it'll just take a bit of time for her to see that I'm not ditching her for a boy.
And you know, if I did then ditch her for the boy, I guess it would prove that I am a bitch who doesnt care about my friends and she wouldn't want to be my friend anymore anyway.
But I'm not going to do that. I like to think that I'm not a mean person and that I can handle being nice to my friends.

You know that when I say the generic comment "I really really like you" and don't specify it to anyone, it applies to you too right?
I can like this boy and still like you.
Be happy about life.

It'll work.

Updated

I took this out of my myspace profile, but I've had it there for a long time and don't want to just delete it.
Here's a quote from me.
"A beautiful, sensitive, funny, witty, charming, loving, cute, handsome, sensual, intelligent, artistic, caring, intellectual, quirky guy who will make me laugh and cry at the same time, hold me close through the nights, let me cry on his shoulder, hold my hand when we walk along the beach, make sweet love to me in the moonlight and fulfill every one of my desires while at the same time not cramping my style. Go figure"

Under my "who I'd like to meet" section.
I took it out because I don't care about meeting another guy anymore =)
All the other awesome and hot guys in the world can go and meet Ruckus and Louise and my other friends, because that would be really cool.

I'm really happy right now.
Not as happy as I was feeling yesterday, but that is ONLY because I stayed up too late and am now kind of tired haha. The happiness is all still there, it's just that part of it is now asleep, I think.

<3

Tap dancing in elevators

Today I realised something. I love life. A lot right now.

Life is awesome. I think we're friends now.
I used to kind of not love it sometimes. I mean I never disliked it. I never hated it and I never tried to escape from it.

But you know sometimes in the past there were times when life would just happen. It'd just go on, day after day, and I wouldn't want to really do anything about it.

But since yesterday i've just been in such a good mood. I didn't even mind walking home from the train station, even though it was dark and someone or something might have been hiding in the shadows waiting for a young innocent girl to walk by.
Actually I skipped part of the way home like a child that just learnt a new nursery rhyme and couldn't wait to tell her mother when she got home.

But oh, life.
Thank you for being cool.
Keep it up, please. I like it, a lot.

Betrayed

The world proved me wrong today.

The one thing I always firmly believed, the one thing I thought i'd always be able to rely upon, turned out to be completely false.









And I LOVE IT.

City slicker

Dear obnoxious Holden fan,

Anyone who cared what type of car you drive would be able to tell what brand it was without the aid of the giant HOLDEN sticker on your windshield. Your car looks like a tool.
Thank you.

Love, Frank.

Agoraphobia

I don't actually have agoraphobia, but I am probably in danger of developing it.
I didn't leave the house today. Heck, I didn't leave my BEDROOM. Except to go to the bathroom, eat dinner and to go play with my sister's mouse a couple of times, I have been in my room all day.
I didn't even eat anything apart from my aunt's culinary specialty, "rice with bits."

Geez what a waste of time. I slept in til about noon, then I "got up", meaning I pulled my laptop onto my bed and guess what, I'm still here..........


It's now 1:13am....
I am going to go to bed soon, even though I'm not particularly tired (since I slept in til noon). But geez, I didn't even do anythign very useful on the internet today. Like I didn't spend the day studying physics and learning all about how to best deal with the deforestation of the Amazon. I just chatted to strangers and myspaced and youtubed and generally wasted time.

I have no plans for tomorrow either, except that I should wash some clothes. I was gonna go to Ashley's place tonight maybe, they were having a party in her apartment building, but I am a bit lacking in clean clothes. And I didn't really feel like it.
And it was a saturday today, so my aunt and uncle were at home, so the Sci-fi channel was on, so I didn't even watch TV. I guess that's a good thing, given the garbage that I occasionally watch, but still, it would have gotten me off the internet for a while at least.

Oh well. University is starting soon so I'll HAVE to do more than just sit on the net, at least for a few hours a week.

Popular

Today is significant for a few reasons. This blog entry will therefore be brought to you as a (not necessarily chronological, but maybe I'll try) series of event descriptions.

1. I spent a dandy half an hour this morning standing next to a pole. It was probably the greatest thrill ever, except that time my family drove all the way from southern Queensland to Canberra and only stopped once for a short meal.
I was supposed to meet Ruckus at the train station to buy train tickets at 12, but she got "lost" (though supposedly she knows the way from Central to Roma St) so I was stuck waiting for her on the deserted Platform 10 for half an hour. It turned out the ticket sales window was only open until eleven in the morning and then not again until four in the afternoon. So after all the waiting I'd done, we just left anyway.

2. I purchased the necessary textbooks for my university course. I am studying journalism, so I only needed one book. I had two other recommended books, so I decided to buy those as well since I like to read and they looked interesting. I figure that you don't really need a lot of specific information for journalism, you just have to make up a lot of crap and sleep with the bosses to advance (joke). But anyway one of my books is called "Release the Hounds" and has dogs on the front which don't look menacing at all. That was pretty exciting but really the only book worth noting on here. The other two will probably be quite interesting reads but right now I'm only judging them by their covers.

3. Gloria Jean's didn't have any cherry soda left. Wow. Every time I go there they check if they have cherry, but they always have. Until today. This one day, they had run out. I guess I drank it all. Ruckus and I both wanted cherry but we got lime instead. It was okay in the end because the lime tasted quite good and was an amazingly pretty colour, not lime green but a bluer shade. It was quite a dazzling experience.

3. Turns out it takes me longer to eat one McDonald's Mini Snack Wrap than it does for Ruckus to eat two. Interesting stuff there.

4. Off Ya Tree did not have the shoes Ruckus wanted in stock in her size. Fortunately she now has her Bopo card (pre-paid credit card) so she could just order them off the net if she wanted to.

5. The Valley is still rife with traffic, cigarettes, vagrants, police officers and alternative boutique stores. Today it smelled more interesting than usual because it rained.

6. Ruckus and I purchased some tickets to go back to our old town for the Easter weekend, hurray. I said it'd be like goiong on a weird backwards holiday because we have always gone the other way around on the train. Going back will be good because I can see my cat again. And play Oblivion. Hurray.

7. I ate a little too much pizza. I feel fat and unhealthy and lazy. Ugh.

8. I got a Valentine's Day card, and it wasn't scribbled on a piece of paper from one of my friends after i'd given them one. Sure it wasn't from my loving adoring boyfriend (for the obvious reason that I don't have one of those) but who cares. It was a lovely nice tacky card. Thanks, Alan.

9. I was actually feeling COLD when I came into my room before. I turned off the fan, put on a jumper and got into bed with my laptop. It was great. Unfortunately, I have since gotten hot again and might have to sit on top of my bedcovers again and take my jumper off. Damn.


Bye. blog.

Creativity

I need some creativity right now. I want to do some more work on my book, but I don't really have much inspiration for new additions to it right now.
The book I am writing is a baby names book, in which I am making up all the names. So far I am quite pleased with the few names I have created, but really, for a whole book I will need a lot.
It is very difficult to come up with new names that aren't just ripped off television or games. But every so often one will pop into my head and I will add it in.

I wonder what I should do to get more inspiration. Hmmm. Maybe I just need to not spend every waking hour in front of the computer. That could be a start.

Well keep an eye out for my book anyway.
Maybe someday someone will publish it in an attempt to limit the amount of Jessica and Rachel duos there are in the world.

I would if I were a publisher.

Franklynne likes to sleep.

Two nights ago, I slept on a couch. It wasn't long enough and my neck got a bit sore from leaning on the edge of it. When I woke up the sun was beating down into my eyes and onto my skin, probably giving me several melanomas.

Last night I shared Ashley's bed, which is a king size SINGLE. Meaning there wasn't very much room. SO basically the last two nights I have had not very comfortable sleeps.
I have come to realise the value of sleeping in my own bed. It's a good thing. I only moved into this bed, in my new house, a week ago, and I really needed some reason to start liking it and finding it comfortable. It is a bit of a downgrade from my last bed, which was a queen sized (double) water bed. In other words, probably the most comfortable bed ever.

This new bed is a double bed, which is actually a rather hard futon with a soft mattress-like cover on it. It's not UNcomfortable, but it's really not hte most comfortable bed there is.
However after sleeping on a couch and then being squished between Ashley and a wall with no room for my arms, I think I will find my bed very comfortable now.
Which is a good thing.

It's a little bit like the story of the woman who thought her house was too loud, so she visited a wise man for advice. He told her to get a cat, then a dog, then more animals after that, one at a time, until her house was extremely noisy. Then he advised her to remove all the animals and her house was suddenly very quiet and peaceful. That's the situation with my bed I think. As long as I'm comparing it to my old really comfortable bed, it won't seem good, but compared to a couch, it's pretty darn great.

Beds rock.

Saturday Night's Alright for Being a Pacifist

Yo, so it's Saturday night, but I won;t be able to post this until tomorrow because I am at Ashley's house and she doesn't have internet connection in her room and I'm not going all the way downstairs and using a foreign computer to type a blog. I'd much rather write it on my own nice shiny red laptop and post it tomorrow instead.

Well Ashley's place isn't really a house, it's an apartment, and it's not that exciting. One of her roommates is reasonably attractive but he was only here for like a few minutes, shuffling around for a bit in his room then he cme out and said hi and stuff then left. So now me and Ashley are sitting on the armchairs, which are quite comfy, watching a ailly show on television called 28 acts in 18 minutes.

I can't understand most of it because the people are talking fast and inaudibly in disjointed sentences. But Ashley just laughed so I guess she's paying slightly more attention than I am. Oh now there's a guy on dressed as a rabbit dancing stupidly and making weird noises.
See, this is why I love television.
Anyway. We went out for dinner, I got some mexicana wrap type thing which would have been alright except that it had massive amounts of onions and tomato in it, and I'm really not a fan of eating massive chunks of either or both of those. So I picked most of it out like a little kid. Oh well. It tasted okay then. I had chips and coke as well.

Now the wonderful television show is making fart jokes. Gee everyone loves a good fart joke, don't they? Oh good, Ashley changed the channel. Now I don't know what's on. Oh well
It's 12:30am and I'm a little bit tired, after sleeping on a couch at Ruckus's house last night (meaning I didn't get a very fulfilling sleep) and running around all day with my laptop on my back. Okay that was a slight exaggeration, but I did do a fair bit of walking. At least I definitely got my recommended 30 minutes of solid exercise, and more.

I had a cherry soda today, from Gloria Jeans. Cherry soda is probably the best drink at the world, and it really sucks how you can't buy it anywhere, except the Italian soda from Gloria Jeans and imported stuff from the US, which is only available at a very limited amount of stores and is fairly overpriced. Well $2.50 for a can of drink isn't THAT apalling but still, I'd prefer if it wasn't quite that much. I wonder if in other parts of the world you can get cherry soda everywhere. I guess since the kind available here in Australia seems to come from either the US or Italy, you can probably get it in both of those places. But I wonder if you can buy it in the UK, or Chile, or Sudan, or Turkey, or Moldova or anywhere. If anyone from a country that isn't Australia, please comment and tell me if you have a supply of cherry soda available for easy purchase in your country.

So it's getting closer to Valentine's Day...I hate Valentine's Day. I'd like it if I wasn't always alone with no special card from a pretty boy and resenting every person who got roses or teddy bears or chocolates from their boyfriend and was happy. I may come back and rant a little more about Valentine's Day before the actual day, but until then I'll tell you, that all I want is Whataboutadam. Then I'd be happy.

Au revoir.

Ogal

Yeah I feel like an Ogal right now. I need a shower.

Ugh that sounds gross. Haha. It's so hot here though. I was at Ruckus's house last night, sleeping on the couch and when I woke up the sun was in my eyes and shining on me and I was REALLY HOT. Then we drove to Ari's work and I walked to the train station from there (got even hotter) then caught the train home and walked home from the station (HOT).
So basically by the time I got home I was really hot. It's not so bad now because I'm just sitting here with the fan on and the windows open, but I could probably use a shower. Ew.

Don't worry I'm not that disgusting. I did have a shower yesterday and I will have one today so i'm not really like an Ogal at all.

Well yesterday I went shopping and I bought another Dilbert calendar. I have three now. But, this one was big and came with DILBERT TATTOOS. I was extremely excited about htat.
And since it's February already, it was only 5 bucks. Pretty sweet deal. It was lying at the top of the stack of clearance stuff in the newsagency as if it were calling out to me to buy it and hang it on my wall.
Ah I love Dilbert (as you may have already guessed).

Okay so I'm going to Ashley's house tonight and she wanted to meet at 12. That's not gonna happen obviously since it's 11:24 and I haven't left the house yet, so I think I'll meet her at 3 or 4. I guess it depends when the train gets into the city.
So shower/food/clothes/hair/makeup time now.
See ya, blog which no one reads. Have a good one.

Real life is dull sometimes

Hey world,

I haven't done anything remotely interesting short of taking a bath in the past two days so I really don't have much to write about at all.
Nothing during my waking hours anyway.

Lat night though I had a dream where Ruckus and Ashley and I were all in the UK somewhere (probably London I guess, that'd be logical) to go to some youtube gathering. Except only us three and Whataboutadam showed up. Not a very large group then, but I didn't care, of course.
So we met just outside one of those little stalls with all the imported Asian things like bags and wallets and jewelry in the middle of a big shopping centre (strange place to meet but hey). Ashley and Ruckus disappeared almost straight away, so it was just me and Adam. I said something like “Isn't it weird how we came to this UK gathering and the only people who showed up are three girls from Australia, and you're the only one from the UK and even you're from Ireland instead of aorund here?” and that's about the only dialogue I can remember. But anyway, I guess since it was my dream and all, Adam actually liked me and so we wandered around with our arms wrapped around each other like lovesick people do. We found Ruckus and Ashley outside and some other people had showed up so we hung around there and that's all I really remember...well nearly everything. But I think I'll keep that bit to myself maybe.
Dreams are great. Although it is a bit sad when the nicest romantic encounters you have, ever, are in your dreams.

Although I guess in a way, dreams aren't really much less than reality, except that anything can happen and everything is reset the next night. Maybe I shouldn't shove them to the side so much and mope about how it sucks sometimes how they are only dreams. I suppose they're sort of just like an alternative part of life.

Still, it'd be nice if that dream was true.

*sigh*

Hoon

So today was the first real full day I've lived here in Brisbane, not including yesterday when Ruckus was here and it was kind of just like we were on holidays.
I drove Ruckus home last night, to her new house which is a few suburbs away.
That was, well kind of scary. It was raining for a long time so the road was very wet and slippery, so that didn't help. Then of course there was the problem that I hadn't driven a manual car for a long time, so I wasn't used to clutches, hillstarts and the like. On top of those factors, I had never driven this car before and it was a quite different driving experience to my mum's 4WD.
So after doing a bouncy slow and generally terrible lap around the block, we decided to head out on the main roads to Ari's palace (Ruckus's new place). Along the way I had a few bouncy starts, a few times where i might have over revved the engine, aaand I accidentally did about four burnouts when I tried to do a handbrake start at traffic lights. I must have looked like either a silly hoon or someone who just couldn't drive whatsoever. Good thing I didn't pass any cops.
The way back wasn't so bad, I only spun the the tyres once, or maybe twice, and there was someone in a wanky yellow car revving his engine really loud next to me most of the way home so I probably looked nice and gentle on the accelerator compared to him.

But we made it there, and I made it back, and we didn't die.
So it worked.

Jetsetting it to Brisbane

Fe bruary 1st, 2008

5:58pm

I am currently sitting in a car, on the way to Brisbane. The road we are driving along at the moment is quite boring, since it's the same stretch of road I've driven on a lot of times before and we are still nowhere near any signs of the city.Actually we've been driving for less than an hour, and it takes like four hours to get to brisbane.
Damn.

Ruckus's little brother is in the middle, between us both. He has absolutely no sense of in-car safety whatsoever and likes to yell and laugh incredibly loud. It's slightly dangerous.
We passed through Childers about half an hour ago, so that ended the Bundaberg stretch of road.
Ruckus's little brother is still yelling. I'm quite thankful that he can't read very well so he can't read that i'm writing about him. Otherwise he might yell about it, haha.
Then we might crash and die.

He's yelling AGAIN. Okay if we die, no one wil lever read this I suppose, but I would just like to say that I love whataboutadam from youtube and if I had survived, we were going to get married someday, I'm pretty sure.

Ah, we're going to the servo. How exciting for us. For those of you from other countries, a “servo” is a petrol station, or a gas station. I suppose we should really have our laptops turned off but honestly in the time it took to fully power the whole thing down, we'd be driving again by the time it did. Oh well.
Ruckus is also typing a blog, I think. How interesting, we'll be able to compare them afterwards. She's probably writing about her brother yelling again.
He's yelling about wanting chips now. Maybe he'd be quiet if we did. Good thing he's cute or it would be tempting to throw him out the window, along with Ruckus's sister, if she got her way. Ruckus, that is, not her sister.

For anyone wondering, Ruckus is actually my friend Rachel. But, just as I am Frank, she is Ruckus. Neither of us can fully remember why.
Her brother is playing with my hir extensions now, He thought they were real, even though the ends are really messed up and frizzled, the way blue plastic hair goes afteer a while.
So it's pretty exciting, sitting here the Camry, waiting for the driver and Ruckus's sister to return from the bathroom. The scenery isn't too great, just a truck full of crunched up cars and a “restaurant”. I bet the “restaurant” qualifies as one even less than Red Rooster does.
Oh I hope the next hour goes fast enoughl. There is only a certain time one can spend sitting next to a young child yelling “I'm hungry!!!” over and over.
Alright we're on the go again. Better turn off my laptop, I guess, or I won't have any battery power to blog about anything exciting that happens.

7:50pm

We are just departing Hungry Jacks now, and I am discovering another beauty of having a laptop: if I want to listen to music that isn't on my mp3 player but is on my computer, I can transfer it whilst in the car. Then when my laptop battery dies I can still listen to the cool tunes.
So me and Ruckus came to the agreement that the Gympie Hungry Jacks is a disappointment. Normally this particular fast food outlet is decked out in 50s memorabilia and usually it also has a jukebox.
But sadly, not in Gympie. This place was dull and didn't have anything leftover from the 50s at all. It sucked.
Haha Ruckus's brother has just decided that it's “scary being in between two laptops”. He's pretty hilarious now that he isn't whining about being hungry. Well I'm gonna take a break from writing and go shuffle my music onto my mp3 player now.

Bye.

7:58pm.

Okay, that's finished now and I'm back to typing. It really isn't exciting driving on this particular stretch of road, seeing as it's dark and we are near Gympie so everything would be ugly and boring anyway.
Lol @ Gymp-town.

So Ruckus and me have a new theme song apparently. It is “Insurance?” by the Higher. Only problem is that we always think of The Matches when we hear it, and that video of them dancing to it on the sidewalk.
Oh wow, we are moving to a place which has sidewalks. *&$@%^@$#~!!!!!!!!!

OMFG.

Okaay, I am exaggerating slightly. SLIGHTLY. There are sidewalks in Bundaberg, just not many. There are also not many elevators. There is one at the hospital, one on one of the few corporate buildings, one at one of the major shopping centres and one in my friend Lizzee's house. No joke, she has an elevator in her house.

So we're still driving down a boring stretch of relatively unlit road. It's boring as, well driving down a dimly lit road, but whatever. We're moving to Brisbane, who cares what this particular road looks like in the dark.

Ruckus's brother keeps babbling about Dilbert. I have the whole series of Dilbert (the television series) in my backpack, and I said we could watch it when we get to his grandma's house. So he keeps going on about how great it is, even though he's seen like five minutes of one episode. What a weird kid. He can't tell digital time but he is brilliant at telling analog time. So unfortunately when we are in the car and he asks how long there is until we get to Caboolture, you can't lie and say “about an hour” or something because he will know if you're lying. You actually have to work it out. Or he'll know if you are lying. It also means that he will lean over in a futile attempt to try and read my analog watch in the dark, instead of reading the time off the computer screen, on the side which is closest to him anyway. This is what comes of watching too much television. He doesn't care about talking clearly or making much sense or putting his shoes on the right feet or his pants on the right way, but he can tell the time extremely well for a kid his age.

Well nothing much is happening still, so maybe ill put my laptop away for a while. See ya.

9:10pm

We are nearly there. We drove past a sign just a minute ago that said CABOOLTURE so I guess that measn we must be nearly in Caboolture. I'm actually making more typos than usual, I think, because it's dark and I can't see the keys that well. Oh well, I can almost type properly. Without looking at the keys I mean. Sometimes I just get a bit confused.

We just went through a pretty bloody confusing intersection. If you have an almost logical intersection, a great way of making it confusing is to add in a level crossing just before it =/
Well we are actually in Caboolture now. All the shops lining this road actually say “Caboolture”.
The only problem with coming to Caboolture and then catching the train into Brisbane tomorrow is that we miss the most exciting and hectic part of the road, and don't get to drive on the M1.
Which means we can't sing our song, which is a parody of “California” by Phantom Planet. Basically I changed the words to make it fit where we were going but I can't tell you the lyrics or you will all know what suburb I live in, and I don't think you really need that information.
Yes I can see where we are now. We're driving past the cool park. Once we came here from Bundaberg on the train and Ruckus informed me that it would take about ten minutes to walk from the train station to her grandma's house.

After about half an hour of lugging my really heavy suitcase I was starting to hate her.
Well we've pretty much arrived at her grandma's house, so I think that's all from me for tonight.
I won't be posting this til tomorrow night though, because there's no internet connection at Ruckus's grandma's place. When I get to my house I'll post it.

Adios, blogland.

The end of an era.

Today is the last day of January.
Accordingly, it is the last day I will live in this town. Tomorrow I am moving to the somewhat larger settlement of Brisbane. My suitcase is almost full, which is either an indication that I'm about ready to go, or it just means I have too much stuff. Either way, I'm almost done packing.
A large portion of my suitcase is taken up by a new quilt cover and new bedsheets though. It's a good thing I left most of my clothes and shoes in Brisbane last weekend, because they would not fit in anymore. Too bad we aren't moving in winter, or I could wear two jackets instead of choosing which one to take.
Although one of them is pretty dorky (No offense to Ashley, who has the same one) so the choice is kind of easy.
Currently I am jumping between two computers. I am typing and doing all the usual things on my laptop, which is snazzy and has bouncy keys and is new and great, and scanning photos on my mums laptop which is square and a bit older and isn't as aesthetically pleasing. I need to use I though, because it has the scanner's software installed and I can't be bothered to install it on here.
The photos I'm scanning are from India. I just found one of my dad being a tool in front of the Taj Mahal. I'll post it here and show you:



Okay, now that all that is done and my little sister is asleep in her bedroom, which also happens to be my bedroom until tomorrow, I am going to stop running about and giving myself a headache.
Instead I will be really outrageous and abnormal and sit at the computer for a few hours.
According to my world clock, it is currently 11:12am in London.

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All that was written quite a while ago, I have forgotten exactly when. The time is now 10:25pm, so in other words I still have a few hours before my bedtime. I'm actually a little bit sleepy though, so maybe I'll go to bed sooner than 3am.
I love my laptop too much, and I stay up way too late on it sometimes. But what the heck, I'm young and university doesn't start for a few weeks yet so why shouldn't I stay up late?
I'll just have some coffee in the morning.

Oh, so sad.

Tomorrow I am packing all of my remaining possessions to move to a new town. A new city actually. This is fairly exciting process, as you could probably imagine.
So now I have to fit all of my clothes that I sometimes wear into one suitcase. Most of my stuff is already in the new city, but it'll still be a bit of a challenge getting it there.

The plan is that my dear friend Ruckus's mother is driving us to her grandmother's house on Friday, ie, the day after tomorrow. We will then camp there the night and catch the train into the city the next day. From there we will change trains to get to my suburb. Then we will walk/be driven to my house and hang there for the night, going to a friend's place in between. Sometime in the near future after that I am going to attempt to drive my aunt and uncle's old car, which has a completely different clutch to my mother's and has the indicators on the opposite side, to Ruckus's new house. Taking her along with me as I go.
Wish me luck with this.

Oh, we are also meeting a boy we don't know at the train station. He's our friend's friend but I don't know what he looks like or anything. Which may be a slight complication. Oh well. Ruckus and I are fairly obvious, I think. He can find us. He better. Or he can ride the train by himself.

So that's what's happening in the next few days. I am moving my entire existence elsewhere, and taking a suitcase with me.

Keep in touch, world.

So, it begins. Or continues, rather.

Well I've done it, finally.
I created a blogspot blog after all this time. For anyone interested, I haven't just begun blogging. I just wrote on my myspace blog before. But now, I have decided it's time to move on. No one writes seriously on myspace blogs. Only your best friends read them. And usually people have just written really uninspiring poetry or lyrics that you just have to pretend you like because they're so "deep".

Point is, I already have a lot of blog entries on myspace. I am just sort of continuing it here.
So I hope some people might read this, even if they don't for a while yet. I really do like it when people actually read what I've written, it gives me a nice buzz and makes it worth writing it.

But unfortunately, it is 12:16am at the moment and I have friends coming over tomorrow.
There's some exciting stuff happening this week, I'll fill you in on it later though. For now I should really retire to my bedroom (However, my laptop will probably accompany me anyway. Oh well).

Stay tuned. I like to write.