the things that catch my interest

Happy first day of December people! Summer is in the air, can you feel it?? No. Because it's cold and there's water falling from the sky. Okay, I usually love wet and cold days but I usually have something to do. I feel lazy. Albeit, I am lazy, but sitting around watching countdowns on Vh1 with no make-up on, hair undone and still in my jammies just isn't that appealing. i obviously ended up doing the thing I've been nagging myself to do for the past couple days: ramble on about nothing in particular on a website nobody looks at - slightly more appealing than doing nothing - which is proving slightly more difficult than I anticipated. One, I have nothing to say and two, my fingernails are too long to type on a laptop keyboard. I know, play me a violin...

Before I go on, I have to say two things; oh my God, the only time I've ever watched The Morning Show and the Whitlams just happen to be on it; and, only four days until I see said band in Sydney! Exclamation marks and smiley faces :).

I served I guy at work last week. He was nice enough, didn't smile much but who could tell under that white beard. I swear he was Santa. Santa has apparently followed Pauline Hanson and is living in Maitland. Speaking of strange politicians, is it just me or does Tony Abbott resemble a Batman villain? And if he is a Batman villain, does that mean K-Rudd is Batman? Ooo, conspiracy theory.

Miley "f-ing" Cyrus thinks Twilight is a cult. I don't care, do you? CelebrityFix does.

Have you ever looked at the prettiest girl in the street and thought: shes the kind of person people write songs for.

And finally, my three followers, I wont go into details but your heart hasn't broken until you've seen a grown man cry.

That is all.

the untitled blog

Someone once asked me how I can like the rain.
Honestly, I don't know.
There's something about seeing the sky on the concrete.
The feeling of being inside where it's warm and secure while it's raining outside.
I don't think I love anything more than the rain.
The smell, the look, the feeling.
It doesn't matter what you look like because everyone looks the same in the rain.
It doesn't matter what you wear because everyone's just trying to keep warm.
Nobody cares who you are, what you look like or what you do.
They're too busy thinking about the rain.
Rain is unbiased.
It drives people insane.
Then we ask for it back again.
Not many people can do that.

the ABC

I quite like it.
They don't play shithouse movies like 'Around the World In 80 Days'.

the late-night pondering

I've been thinking... Ooo, shocker! And as usual, istead of figuring things out, I'm left with more questions then I started with. My sister has a 'boyfriend'. He is in year 9, my sister is not. Ergo: her 'boyfriend' is around about my age. I do not like it. Why does she need a 'boyfriend'? "'Cause, I want to". What's the point? "Everything".

Okay, I'm being a tad hypocritical. But whoever Jacob Trunk is, I'm assuming he's a wanker. Because that's the kind of person my sister is; an idiot. She's still being a wanker. Accusing dad of 'choking' her in an argument and continuously pushing things to appear tough or something.

I was pissy this morning, I had to get out of bed at a set time and I don't like it. She kept backchatting mum, starting arguments and, when she lost, kept saying, "aww, whatever you idiot". So I told her that if she kept going I'd show her what an idiot was. To which she replied "your gonna show me what an idiot is, are ya?" So I punched her. Ended up pretty smart in the end. Told her an idiot was someone or started fights then ran away from them. I came out looking like the intelligent one - and getting a foot in the boob but that isn't relevent.

In conclusion, my sister is an idiot, I am the smart one and my sister's male counterpart is undoubtedly a complete tosser. Goodnight.

the update

I'm still hot.
That is all.

the dilusion-inducing heat

Today was hot. Apparently not quite as hot as it felt but still hot. I started the day in my sometimes-usual 'don't know what the hell this crap is coming out of my mouth but people seem to be laughing' self. Silently dreading Ryan and I's dance assesment that we hadn't done yet. Who the hell puts dancing on the school certificate?? Anyways, by the time of tutor group - which was in the hall so we could have a pre-school certificate briefing (fu-un) - I thought I'd get out of it because my partner wasn't there.
Alas, he was. And we did it. It was all kinds of shithouse, but we did it.
Science was fucking awesome. Dr. Maher is awesome. He wears cool ties, rides a motorbike, has tatoos, give us iceblocks in the middle of summer, give us chocolate to 'test the hypothesis of sugar makes you work faster' and today - brought a samurai sword to school to teach us about attention to detail in the school certificate. Just. Fucking. Awesome.

After a reletively eventless recess, double English. I like English, I can actually do it. Nothing really happened there either. Just an entire class melting and falling asleep in a classroom in front of a teacher who was trying to inspire us. Or something. I think the heat was getting to him too, he said some pretty disturbing comments that even he seemed to regret half-way through.
English was over pretty quick. And lunch was intantly good. Someone in the school, a sorry teacher, the embarrassed principal or maybe even God - because we lovingly devote our youth-filled lives to worship the cloud - gave us our table back. Well, not our table, it's a bit hard to put something back onto a slab of concrete after you cut the legs off and filled in the holes with crappy catholic concrete, but a new table... A new to the area table. Now we don't have to sit on the ground. Hallelujah!

Then... Double History.
We did some past school certificates, listened to Mr Bartlett mumble on about rubbish or something and then watched the Melbourne Cup. For a race that supposedly 'stops the nation', we all seemed a tad uninterested. So unAustralian. Must be the heat.