Figures that I'd take a hiatus from livejournal. I have a short attention span when it comes things like this.
I've missed so much that I am not going to waste my time and yours( if there is anyone out there anymore) by reiterating events that bear little significance to me now.
Entire school(read: select members of yr 10) seems to be caught in the middle of a the Jenna vs Tom debacle that had ubquitious and uncertain beginnings but had resulted in Tom's imminent expulsion. Now while I'm impartial on the whole thing,because I have practised social apathy until its a fine art, I do believe that it has been blown out of proportion and that an injustice has been done against Tom.
Apart from that things are going good for me. Exams are coming up, but I'm studying so I'm not too worried. My iron resolve pertaining to my diet seems to have rusted through a bit, but I haven't lost all hope and with this sense of inner peace and balance I have discovered that appearance and it's related trappings are trivial. No boyfriends or love interests are making themselves none and instead of depressing me like one would expect I find it positively blissful. I am one big fuzzy....large and fuzzy thing amongst a whole lot of unneccessary angst. I am not on drugs.
I have a forearm and hipbone fetish. Is that such a bad thing?
Before I completely deteriorate and lose all semblance of my previous self-professed edge in the wake of this calm, I would like to say, go read Parallel, all of you slashers, review and and do all the things you slashers do.
H(x)/D(x)= x^y`(x)
Caged by the Sun
PS Have discovered that I am an elitist bitch--the joys of introspection
My poor neglected livejournal. Not only have you been deprived of my dribble for weeks on end, when I finally get around to updating you find me in the shittiest of moods.
I slept a total of an hour last night, in 2o minute blocks. In between that Luke was jumping on me and I had my head bashed in by a very vicious pillow several times. For clarification; it was Luciferlovers birthday party. We had a really great time, went to a movie which wasn't fabulous but helped pass the time, and then to the Venice, where Luke damaged vital goods pole-dancing outside by the toilets, Iain pretended (and did a very convincing job)being gay and sitting at a table by himself to enjoy his latte and Daniel got hit on by a guy who thought he was waving coyly at him when he was actually trying to get the waiters attention. And Tom yanked my underwear so far up my arse that there is now a hole between the elastic and the fabric. Thank you, Tom!
Daniel and Lauren left early, and we stayed up the entire night, planning to watch the sunrise from the balcony. In the end there was no definitive sunrise and it was too cold to go out and search for the sun.
We traipsed down to the beach and Elaina and I dared Iain and Luke to go in. We wanted to but we didn't have any bathers or anything so we declined. But they persisted. I was so sorely tempted by my ever present self conciousness said no.I am not a spontaneous person. Things with me take planning, preparation and consideration. But I have always wanted to be impetuous. So I went in. Borrowed Iain's board shorts threw off my top (which probably didn't look nearly as good as it sounds) and dived in.
For the first minute I think I lost feeling in every bodily extremity I possessed. And then it felt like my nerves where on fire, every single inch of my bared skin tingled and I felt alive, but in a less cliched, melodramatic way. Tenille was the only other one brave enough to join me, and the boys got out before we did.
We lounged around watched movies, continued the breakfast we had started at six in the morning (mocha coffees, pringles, cake and creme chocolates) and were gone by midday. I had a great time, but the sleep deprivation is catching up on me. Hence the serious shittiness now.
I posted Dragons my HP/DM slash oneshot. And I have one review. The first 24 hours is your crucial review time, after that nothing. And my one review read as follows:
gross harrys gay...write more i guess.
Now this is probably the closest to a flame I have ever had but it is still making my blood boil. First of all it says clearly in the summary that it was SLASH Harry and Draco, and still she chose to read it. So her making the comment was intentionally being antagonistic. And the second half which at a pinch could seem mildly complimentary although I stated quite clearly at the start along with the ship that it was a oneshot. As in one chapter, as in you don't keep writing. So that entire review was redundant and a waste of time.
I'm going to go tease Nameless endlessly about her ridiculous excuse for a boyfriend.
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Pinched from Whitefaith's journal, even though she has blocked anonymous replies and hence I can't reply.
My shoulders ache, my face burns from the brief stint of sun it recieved yesterday and I'm exhausted. And yet I'm strangley content. I have this inner peace that seem to beyond articulation but is there all the same.
Yesterday was the interschool cross-country which I had been roped into attending, and now I am so glad I went. Firedfly and I were sent to a remote corner of an isolated beach where nothing was really expected of us. Waves pounded the shore, the breeze dashed my hair across my eyes and my glasses fogged up with sand. But it was beautiful, occasionally we'd get up from where we had been reading, or in my case writing and cheer on our school but apart from that we spent the morning in a great paralysis of action, one I really appreciated.
On the brief mention of writing, i'd just like to take a brief interlude that I'm not having much luck with it these days. Parallel is still in dire need of a second chapter but that comes down to my laziness not my inability to write. My poetry however had taken a drastic turn downhill. Sometime's I am very thankful that I haven't elected to put that on public display. I'm experimenting with a few different styles trying to get out of my very static, verbose, rather forced verse but I'm not having any joy.
Anyhow Firedfly and I tired of doing nothing and decided to have a bit of a bimble along the bush track. So there we were having paused to talk to a nice parent helper when a voice crackles over the 2-way.
"...Outside beach to headquarters. We have a St Joesphs boy here, he's pulled a muscle, were sending him over now, please have the truck meet him upo at the hill, over..."
At the time this seemed of little consequence. Until HE came over the rise from the bush, resplendent in all his glory. I am momentarily breathless. Momentarily.
"I think we should escort him up the beach don't you?"
So Firedfly and I track this boy up the beach, running with Jack who is on his second lap, as a pretence just so we can get closer to him. We come abreast. I introduce myself and Firedfly in a friendly voice, like I am entirely desirable and he should be barely controlling the urge to jump me on the beach. However I don't think he realised that was what he should be thinking. We walked with him up to the turnoff where we met Daniel. Things seemed ok until Firedfly asked him if he wanted us to carry hi up the hill. I think he twigged on our not so inncocent plans then. He declined and struggled on alone. So we stayed with Daniel, convincing him to keep his shirt on, and telling him that his coconut scented sunscreen smelt sexy. Which it did by the way.
The day fizzled off to and end. I got burnt and still resemble a menopausal woman in a hot flush.
Today I stayed with my mum and the guests from the nearest metroplis that we were entertaining, being privy to all kinds of interesting information and bitching about our non-supportive husband (Jondalar darling I certainly didn't have a bad word to say about you.)
Then I played my last netball game of the season and in all modesty, I was fantastic. My first quarter I was on fire! I went downhill after that but I still played pretty ok.
So third quarter I am on a girl who resembles a rhino with red hair and I intercept the ball, chuck it to someone on my team, turn around to defend the rebound. And all of a sudden someone calls my name. I spin around, the ball is headed straight for me. I jump up and snatch it out of the air.And then it happens.
A great ham of an arm comes out from behind me. First there is this prendulum swing of flabby underarm that makes contact. Then the bone. My head spins. I must have concussion. I stumble. But I keep that ball.
My head still hurts. I just shook my hair out of my eyes and kept playing. How dedicated am I.
Cross country was Friday. I went because I was begged and not because I wanted to do it. Demon spitfire ran off (literally) and tryed on us, so Luciferlover and I were left to bimble along in the rain and mud by oureslves.
Bec: Ok, lets play Truth or Dare.
Me: Lets truncate it and just make it Truth, I can't honestly be bothered thinking up dares.
Bec:(lol) Alright me first, Who do you think is the hottest guy in Yr 10?
And we continued along like this, discussing certain attributes of the male members of our year, and casting aspersions about the girls.
Bec: Ok, right, how bout this, who do you reckon in our year has ther biggest dick?
Me: (lol) I wouldn't have a clue, its not really my area of expertise.
(Enter James stage left, running the course and lapping us. Stops to talk to us)
Me: So, James where do rate yourself?
James: In the cross country? Second last.
Bec and I laugh.
Me: No, where would you rate yourself out of all Yr 10 boys?
James: Oh, definetely first. (Bec and I laugh) but Iain is second. (Bec and I laugh more, this time a little uncontrollably)
Me: How do you know this? (raises eyebrow)
James: Well, I'm much better looking aren't I.
(Exeunt James, who runs to catch up to Iain a few paces ahead of us.)
Bec and I go a little further, taking a shortcut behind the Hall.
(Enter Michael English, loser extraordinare, stage left)
Michael: Hello Prue.
Me: (ignores welcome) So Michael, where do you rate out of all the Yr 10 boys, given that James is first and Iain is second.
Michael: 0.9
(Bec and I laugh)
Me: Now, would this be in centimetres or millimetres?
(Bec and I laugh uncontrollably)
Michael: You know you can't laugh and run.
Me: Watch us. (Bec and I fall over ourselves to put distance in between us and Michael)
We finished the course, our worst time ever, went to Drama and promptly forgot all about phallic ratings. Until we were on the bus and retelling the whole thing to Demonspitfire and Elaina.
Lauren: So at our 10th year reunion, out of us, who do you reckon will be the least successful?
Elaina: Well, I'm gonna be successful no matter what I do, even if I'm like a successful mum or something.
Me: Too right! Even if I am a prostitute I am going to be the best prostitute this side of Timbuktu and people will line up to do me. I'm going to die lonely and celibate and powerful.
Lauren: Same, what about you Bec? (Bec was previously elected most likely to get married first, most likely to get divorced first and most likely to lose her virginity first.)
Bec: (shrug) I'm probaby the worst then.
(End script)
Sorry, if you found that incredibly inane and useless, I'm just mucking about with different creative techniques to pepper my journal, break the monotony.
Caged by the Sun
PS I was elected most likely to die virgin, yay for me.
Today's sordid, overly contrived entry which like all the other smacks with the effort of the pre-concieved. I had to endure (by no choice of my own) a bizarre drama play at the local public high school which was unnerving just going there, getting off the bus in my blazer and tights and have abuse hurled incoherently at us. The whole school came out to watch the event. This is what happens when we mingle with the public school trash.
Ok, so I was public school trash last year and claimed that I would always condemn that class system, but now I'm faced with it, I think I'll do what I fucking like. The little uneducated tossers were asking for it. I can't wait to see them flipping burgers and pushing trolleys. Who'll be laughing then?
Right, that was cruel and incredibly arrogant and now I feel like a female much less sexy version of a Malfoy. Bastard canon style Malfoy I mean, not the kind of Draco that falls desperately in love with Harry Potter and declares alleigance to the Light forevermore. By the way if anyone cares, go check Parallel, it's my slash story, only one chapter so far but there are more on the way. Pen name-Embittered. Go on you know you want to.
I'm reading this book, 'Noonday Demon; The Anatomy of Depression' and seriously it makes my blood boil. It is the pathetic excuse for one man to verbosely and arrogantly justify his own weakness. Now I'm not against people with depression, fuck I know too many of you for me to, but this man just makes me feel that depression is the most wasteful, selfish, almost self-induced illness that could ever occur. Spends most of the book contradicting himself and blaming the unfeeling general public and then goes and says stuff like 'but those who have never experienced depression will never know." When I've done the fine-tuning I'l lj post the book report. Get ready for some serious book-bashing.
Right now I'm pissed and I'm gonna go to bed and sleep because we have cross-country tomorrow and I need to be in prime condition to fudge my way out of it.
I haveth a lispth. As everyone has taken the pleasure in informing me. And that in no way has impaired my intellectual capacity. I could still out-bullshit you all a thousand times over.
Why have I suddenly developed this much parodied speech development? An entry early I lamented the existence of all orthodontist who marred the surface of this already tainted earth. And yes I am bitter, but given the monstrosity of wire and plastic currently residing in my mouth I happen to think I am entitled to. My orthodontist has decided that inorder to hasten the braces process, I should also have a plate to blah blah correct blah blah teeth blah blah be careful blah blah could come off any minute. You fill in the blanks. I know I had to. Because when he was justifying his torture I was contemplating disembowelling him with a dessert spoon, garroting him with dental floss and shoving a toothbrush up his ass. (Order prone to vary given avaliability of certain items.)
Today was Great Southern Grammars annual all school all tedious all mind numbing science quiz. And I find myselt stuck in this group with a tenth of a frontal lobe between us, excluding present company, and a lisp. And all I can hope is that none of the questions require me to say photosynthesis. I fudged my way through most of it, in between looking expectantly at the Yr 11 Biology student who should have studied these questions for the upcoming exam, and finding the answers myself when he couldn't quite remember. Traumatic experiences have the tendency to draw themselves out nice and long. This traumatic experience stretched itself out over two periods and into lunch. And how the fuck should I know what the car registration initials BH mean? How does that relate to science? Why does anyone care? When I get a license plate I'm gonna do the 80's thing and get a personalised one. Like EMBTTRD (Embittered, my pseudonym, pen name) or NUMBRPL8.
I have too much time to think about stuff like that.
Luciferlover spent the science quiz decorating her hand with a blue pen (blondes are paticularly taken to science quizzes, are they, Bec?)
Demonspitfire has a guardian angel and managed to get away for today. By the way her current MSN name reads 'God sees all, hears all, knows all. Thats why Prue pisses me off.'
Its so good controlling all of your mortal souls.
See you in Hell.
Its down the Albany Hwy at the turnoff, follow the signs for Mt Barker Senior High School (my old haunt.) Its full of damned souls
Alright so the reading of Luciferlover and Demonspitfires updated journals meant that they had passively shamed me into updating. Damn them.
Today was excessively ordinary which is probably a good thing because an excessively broing day generally means that nothing went wrong. I spent all of science is a perverse rapture staring at the science teacher as he explained mitosis and meiosis. I love genetics! Yes, I am a nerd, but at least I'm not in some kind of false denial. I embrace my loser-ish tendencies.
Demonspitfire has proven to be worth her weight in gold once more, sketching this really good picture of me and everyones favourite wizard (no I don't mean Gandalf) cept I'm exceptionally skinny and good looking. So shes glossed over all the nastier aspects of what that picture would contain. Everyone clap for Demonsptifire!
Speaking of guys (however tenuous the prior talk of guys actually was) Sean was really weird on the bus, all hugging and high-fiving and generally irritatingly happy. And Demonspitfire and I finally found out who a certain male dreamed of sleeping after the social, the result shocking us al so much that I could'nt look at him during English, especially when he started telling me about all the other dreams hes been having recently.
Jurie wrote me a random note. He writes like a girl.
By the way, if you know the song underneath, I could so be the lump, except for the 'spent her 20's between the sheets' line. Thats not me.
Hello everyone, casual readers, permanent viewers, here is your irregular supplement of whatever this is to you. I took a recent break from my on-line crutch to celebrate my 15th birthday (11th August)and now I've gone cold turkey and are looking for my regular fix. It's good to be back.
As a present for my 15th a younger girl on the bus offered me her coveted copy of 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' because she knew that I didn't have it yet and that I was mildly obsessed. Only in the card it read:
Happy Birthday Prue! Love Alice PS No yuk images about Harry while your reading
Today I cleaned the bathroom twice, because my Dad has been gestapoing about with a broom, doing the whole 'new age domestic Dad thing' cos we have people coming over from England who he hasn't seen in 28 years(read: managed to severe all ties when Dad immigrated to Australia.)
Before that I played my last netball game for this year and probably the next few years after that as I finally get myself a part-time job not disrupted by Saturday games and begin the last few months of my notoriously dull school career. I played better then I have been recently, which has been so shocking I can't even begin to describe the horror of my own performance.
The entire school seems to be gearing us towards career choices. So as my future has been largely mapped out during my extensive day-dream periods, brain stimulus has been conspicuously absent during the innumerable lectures I have suffered on course selection.
Continuity of journal entries is still a Holy Grail I have yet to seek.
Caged by the Sun
PS Luciferlovers boyfriend and I are back on speaking terms, and Luciferlover is responsible for the large amount of dark chocolate I have consumed over the last few days. Thanks for the present Bec!
PPS Demonspitfire and I have recently embarked on the climatic journey of our own tragicness. I would tell you precisely what I mean but some things are better left in the MSN window where they were born.
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