Christmas and Families

My Dad is the one trying to escape from being held

So last blog I explained that this blog I would explain why I never say my last name on this entire blog. I should try to avoid committing myself to things in previous entries because it always makes me not want to write about it. But anyway.

The crazydutchlastnames are a considerably large family, my Dad being one of fourteen children. They migrated from Holland in 1960? I think? Somewhere around there. One of the odd things about my family is that despite that it is so huge, we do have this weird constant family feel. Every christmas we get together on Boxing day and do traditional things like play dodgeball and everyone tries to make it. This whole, weird family feel thing, is similar to many instances of people googling 'crazydutchlastname'. Actually to be honest I think I started it. The cool thing is, that there isn't that many crazydutchlastnames so you can find cool shit on our family. I found photo's of my granparents and dad and aunties and uncles when they first moved to Australia in some photo archive including that one up there^. So I emailed them around to everyone. Eddy found an ancestory site from Holland that dates back to like forever ago. James found some reunion site.

So basically, there is a high probability that if I mention crazydutchlastname on here. My family will find this. Complete with bitching about my dad. Which none of us want, right? So for now, we're the crazydutchlastnames. Which by the way, if you google the actualy word 'crazydutchlastname' you do find this blog. I checked.

Moving on to mums family...

So every year my cousins come over from Chile for the christmas holidays. They're the cousins that we always did everything with growing up. Like went camping, did Easter egg hunts together, every single holidays either we would go to sydney or they would come to singleton for the holidays. Hell, my first "boyfriend" lived next door to them. We were going to get married and own a coal mine. We used to jump on the trampoline to build up our muscles so we would be able to own said coal mine. Apparently you need to be strong to own a coal mine? I guess they are pretty heavy? It would've never worked out though: he wanted two kids I wanted twenty.

When I was ten we were allowed to do things on our own. Like walk the dog over to reserve across the road to my house. Or down to the shops to buy milk for Aunty Sue and Lollies for all of us. Or even go to the movies all by ourselves. That was so cool. Those years I floated between the world of being a grown up and being a kid. I loved it. I'd tear down to the beach with them, us all screaming to each other using our code names (Major Nori, Luitenent Joey, Colonal Seargent, Professer Froggit) but then stop at the road demand everyone hold hands and pick up Alec. We'd sneak Ice Blocks over at Paul's after going in the pool at 10 to 6 even though Nana expressly said 'NO ICE BLOCKS BEFORE TEA' but I'd watch the time and drag everyone back over to Nana's by 6 because that's what time she said we had to be home. Analysing my childhood I kind of understand the origin of my control and authority issues. hehe.

I cried and cried the year they moved oversea's. But I guess we survived. They come over every January for the christmas holidays and sometimes come in time for christmas. No matter how much we all grow up throughout the year once we're together we are all back to childhood. We roam barefoot between Nana's house, Uncle Paul's pool, Our house and the shop in between. Every christmas that they are home we put on a christmas concert. We play deltora quest, shops, monopoly and hang out in the bush tree house.

Every year I think this year will be different. But every year everything just falls back into place. This year I really thought it would be different. Max has just entered teenagerhood and when I talked to him on the internet his voice had broken scarily low. I'll be 18 in a few weeks and I'm finished school.

But a few weeks before christmas I got an email about the christmas concert. So I guess not, and as much as I feel lame doing a christmas concert again this year, it was kind of reassuring that my childhood is intent on not being left behind.

They arrived yesterday, and I'm completely exhausted and grown up life has been put on hold for slushies and rehearsal. Speaking of, I have rehearsal to attend, tables to decorate and presents to wrap.

Merry Christmas Everyone!!

On with the dramatics

So I know I made that list before about the things I'd blog about, but you know, I'm retarded. I never actually do the things on the lists I write.

So today is that day that has been dreaded, anticipated, fretted over and ignored by the various Year 12 Students of New South Wales 08. Today is the day that our HSC results get released.

ok enough with the dramatics, and on with the dramatics.

So I finished work at about 12.30, and after talking to people, watching Krystal's kid sleep, sitting pointlessly out the front with Ian for awhile and taking Pedro home it was 1.30 when I got home.

Naturally Ian and I had one of our superawesometastic idea's. You know those 'lets' moments. When it seems like a great idea and then you realise halfway into it, when it's kinda too late that it's stupid. 'Lets skip English and watch the year nine kids do drama' (how to get an afternoon detention ala Fred and Olivia) 'Lets get someone to throw a tennis ball as far as they can into the ocean whilst its raining and then swim out and get it' (how to get very cold, hard nipples and virtually stop breathing ala Ian and Oliva) 'Lets start a running thing that entails nothing but slapping each other as much a possible to win nothing' (how to get incredibly sore faces ala Matt and Olivia) (I just lost the game*)

So the list goes on. Last night's let's was 'Let's not go to sleep at all tonight, and we'll text until 6am when our results come out, despite both having full plans tomorrow and having to work again tomorrow night'. Good idea? Well, no. But it was a fun thought. We gave up at like 3.30 and finally went to sleep. I found the message from Ian the next morning fairly funny though:

"Dear Olivia crazydutchlastname**, this is a message from the board of studies. You got a UAI of 5 because you're such an idiot who made Ian stay up last night"

to which I replied:

"Dear Ian lastnamewhichpeoplemispronouncewithaT. I do believe it was your idea twat. ps. I am tired"

So anyway, where were we?

Oh yes, so eventually, I went to sleep. And then at 5.30 the weirdest shit happened. My phone alarm went off. I have no idea why. But it did. It was kind of creepy. Helpful, because then I could be up to look at my marks at 6. But creepy all the same. Creepy phone. I think I'm going to stop sleeping with it.

So after I finished with being creeped out at my phone I crept out to the computer to go on to board of studies. I crept because I wanted to see them alone, and hence didnt want my mum to wake up. The creeping was ridiculously unnecessary because the computer proceeded to BEEEEEEEEEEEP when I turned it on like a rude motherfucker. I need to stop saying motherfucker.

Board of studies: please enter student number and pin
Olivia: sure, 19321746 3434
Board of studies: WRONG!
Olivia: what the fuck?!?!

Major freaking out ensued. Naturally I soon jumped to the conclusion that my life was over.

So I proceeded to frantically search for the letter where my BOARD OF STUDIES pin was sent to me because apparently it is different to my UAC pin. WHY? WHY DOES IT NEED TO BE DIFFERENT? DONT WE HAVE ENOUGH TO REMEMBER FOR THE HSC?

So papers and random items are flying everywhere such as: (list time)

-5 economics textbooks. why is there FIVE different books for that subject? I didnt even know we had so many books.
-some random map
-7 million documents containing my UAC pin
-the condom me jack and timmy were going to lose our virginities with if we were all still virgins when it expired.
-my school certificate results (I still own them?!?)
-my Marijuana flavoured incence

yes, so at six am on wednesday I was sitting in a sea of papers, frantically crying about how this would lead to my failure of life, calling a hotline designed for this situation which told me that it had closed for christmas which made no sense, smelling like pot. How 'bout you guys?

anyway, found the pin eventually, it was 6093 btw, and got my results. Which were as follows:

Drama: 86
English: 80
Maths: 74
Society: 85
Religion: 43 (out of 50, I didn't fail, its a half subject)
Econs: 74 (baha I didnt fail)
Extension English: 41 (as with Religion)

my UAI: 81.3

Am I happy? That is a complicated question. They are good solid marks and everyone is all 'you did good etc etc'. But they aren't excellent marks. And I know deep down if I actually did ANYTHING this year I couldve got excellent marks. Was it what I expected? Yes and better. I knew I'd done nothing, and I felt horrible during all the exams because of that stupid B-12 deficiency we found out about AFTER THE EXAMS. Do I care? Not majorly because, in other news...

I got accepted into UNE for Law/Arts double. Woot. Based on principal recommendation. So yeah, all over I'm a happy little girly.

I should post this blog and sleep, work is fast approaching and I'd like to atleast go to bed for a little bit.

much love x

oh, almost forgot my starsies.

* A game, The sole object of which is to not remember that you are playing it. As soon as you remember that it exists, you have lost and must start again. love urban dictionary.

** Next blog I will explain why I never publish my last name

now that she's back in the blogosphere with drops of jupiter in her hair

so ever since I got back from schoolies I've pretty much just been listening to that song ^^^ (Drops of Jupiter - Train) and Sway - Bic Runga. Which is odd because usually I listen to muse and the doors and manic street preachers and the white stripes and stuff. I'm only pretentious sometimes not pretentious with my music so I dont care that thats all i've listened to for like, the past two weeks, but I have been turning the 'what im listening to' feature off on msn because I'm all I am pretentious people are going to be like why is she still listening to that song? Like people actually take notice of those things anyway. I overthink small things entirely too much.

So the lyric is actually atmosphere but I figured I may as well allude to the fact that I havent been on here in, you know, 274 years pretty much.

A small anecdote:

Jack and Olivia: are discussing something that alludes to something
Jack: I didnt something about thing that alludes to something until you said it in your blog
Olivia: wow, I have a blog, I totally forgot

Yeah that anecdote sucked hugely. I'm kind of considering just backspacing it. I didnt realise I didnt remember the story until I started writing it. damn.

So what do I have to write about?

-Formal
-Schoolies
-Hospital
-Babysitting
-Midsummer Play
-Christmas Play
-Uni

what WILL I write about? Who knows. I promise to write a decent entry about at least one of them very soon.

xx

Mental Scarring

any conversation that ends with my stepfather saying "no I do not feel any need to suck your mothers toes" can't be a good one. You know?

Wild Turkey

Apparently I got a little trashed on the weekend.



See, usually, I drink Johnny Walker. And I can hold my scotch pretty good. I may get a little tipsy, but respectably so. But when I went to buy my alcohol for Patricks camping-eighteenth-birthday-shenanigan they only had JW in cans. CANS I tell you. So, I'm anal about things like that. I like my JW in bottles. I dont know why. I pay double the price to drink coke out of a glass bottle rather then a plastic one. Whatever.

So I was all erghhhh cans...I'll just get a big bottle and coke and mix myself. But Mum was all ooh no bla bla bla bla illogical reason and etc etc. And I was like teh SIGH. Well I will get Wild Turkey then. FINE JESUS CHRIST. And she was all since when do you drink that? and I was all since I lived with Dad that one time remember? Etc.

And well the thing is, yes I did drink it then. But I was also going through this cruiser stage. So when I actually thought about the amount of Turkey I drank I think the most I had in one night was probably about 3. Not a million or however many I had plus some Yager. Yeah I dont even have the slightest of an idea how to spell Yager. But I'll tell you what, I know how it tastes, freaking gross!

I digress.

Things that I do remember happening:

-Knowing that I was completely sober. Informing everyone of this repeatedly.
-My mouth tasting like I just threw up
-Asking if I threw up
-Getting out of the tent with the intent to throw up
-Ian taking me to the toilets

Things I don't remember happening but have been informed did:

-Fred picking me up and carrying me to bed
-Running back out of the tent and proclaiming that no one could make me do anything
-Running along the road looking for Joe
-Shouting at Joe that he was controlling
-Shouting at Joe for punching freds arm because "He's our friend!"

Things that I have learnt:

-Wild Turkey gets me pissed alot quicker than well, anything
-The ground is never quite the distance you think it is
-Joe and I should not get drunk at the same time
-Water is a beautiful beautiful thing
-No one believes you when you say your not drunk

A small snapshot from the evening, which is in retrospect, quite funny:

After being put to bed the second time, it would seem, and shortly after Ian took me to the toilets.

Well apparently it was a bit more then shortly after that.

Olivia: *is confused as to how she got into the tent and why she isnt still at the toilets*
Olivia: *is even more confused as to where Ian went* IAN? ...Ian?
Joe: What?
Olivia: Where did Ian go? I need Ian.

So, it would seem, that I am a defiant angry confused drunk. Joe however is a crying drunk.

Joe: *starts crying*
Olivia: what? WHAT? ahhhhh
Joe: do you...have feelings for Ian!?!
Olivia: oh god I need to throw up
Joe: Olivia? Olivia?
Olivia: *is outside tent throwing up*
Joe: *is sitting in tent crying*

so, not the best of ideas.

The End. x

it aint so bad

Glossary Point. Websters dictionary defines Darren as that short awesome man that used to be our store manager. And who is a barrel of laughter and fun. and generally the awesome. After leaving Singleton without so much as a warning to some other store, he has returned, much to the delight of those of us who are sad enough to still work at mcdonald's and remember the good old days of Darren. Cleaning the stock cage instead of making burgers in mad rushes and what not.



So you know how yesterday I was all "yays jesus loves me so I don't have to work" well, turns out I did. work that is, not have to.



Charlie rung me at like 7 in the morning. Actually she first rung me earlier then that, but I spent the entire length of my phone ringing waking up and then contemplating whether I wanted to work or not and missed the call. (By morning I guess I'd realised that I probably would do nothing with my day anyway). So I went back to sleep, but then she rung again and I though 'hey if its not a long shift I'll go in for a few hours'.


Me: I dont even know how to spell my attempt at hello

Charlie: Hey Liv, uhh sorry for waking you, can you come into work like only for a bit?

Me: -

Charlie: Like just three hours even we're really short staffed

Me: -

Charlie: Joe's here and I'm here and Darren's coming, Darren!

Me: *fake sigh* only for you Charles, only for you

Charlie: Oh my god I love you!

Me: when do you want me to work?

Charlie: whenever you can get here

Me: till?

Charlie: whenever you want to go home



That is totally the awesomest shift ever because when anyone was like 'what time do you finish' I was all 'whenever I want' and they were all hellz yeah!?! Jealous!



On the let down side of things, Darren, sadly, did not come in. About half an hour into my shift:



Me: *super enthusiastic* So when's Darren getting here?

Adam: Darren doesn't work today

Me: he...what..but...she said...when she called me..

Adam: hahaha nice one

Me: CHARLIEEEEEEEEE



She swears she genuinely thought he was coming in though.



Sometimes, I think about how I should get a real job. You know, rather then work at a fast food outlet. I think its trendy to work at clothes shops or juice bars or something as a after-school job. But truly, I think I'd be bored out of my mind. So thus I dedicate the rest of this blog to a snapshot of why working in the kitchen at macca's isn't so bad.



Ok so you know the butter on the muffins. Yeah, its liquidised, gross much? Gross alot. So it comes in spray bottles. What was that you said? That reminds you of a gun? ME TOO! crazy hey. So Tom and I have a history of butter-gun-wars (IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK AT EACH OTHER ONCE MORE FOR THE REST OF THE SHIFT I WILL KILL YOU BOTH-bianca)



Tom: oh yeah, why because your a WHORE? yeah bitch!

Me: oh no you didn't! *grabs butter*

Tom: oh no YOU didn't *grabs butter and squirts*

Me: Bitch Please!

Huge butter fight with dodging and chasing spraying: *commences*



It ended in Tom running past the wash room, me chasing him. Which caught Adam's attention who was doing wash up and proceeded to chase both of us to tell us to get the hell back to work. He burst through the back to door to find us using the huge bins as forts (oh come on, it doesnt get less fun when you get older) and shoo'd us back into the kitchen barking 'WORK'. It was the first time I'd seen the two new kids show any hint of expression.



As the day wore on Cameron accidently put an extra bun through the toaster that we didn't need, here starts the amazing physical journey of the bun, such a curious traveller it was:



Me: OMG CAMERON I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT YOUR FIRED

Cameron: OMG I KNOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?

Me: put it through again!

Cameron: it would be rude not to!

A day in the life of a bun. well this bun. not any bun.

10.40am: get taken out of bun crate and go through the bun toaster. At last, the taste of freedom.

10.41am: and again

10.42am: ok so, fifteen times. This is good, facade must continue, means less chance of getting eaten.

10.51am: get introduced to Tom

10.52am: get thrown in the waste bin by Tom. Is this it? The end?

10.53am: get rescued by Liv. The journey continues.

10.54am: get a hole installed by Tom. and then thrown on the floor. Not much fond of Tom.

10.56am: get rescued by Cameron. Another chance prevails. Go through the toaster five more times.

11.02am: get put on the meat grill.

11.03am: hear various remarks along the lines of 'if Mel walks in here right as that platen comes up you are getting the blame'

11:06am: survive ordeal ok without being spotted

11.13am: hide out in deli for awhile because there is a rush and the managers are helping. stupid customers. They're disrupting the plan.

11.15am: close call. warn sources to be more careful. almost captured. Heard from behind the tortilla's- Roger: what did you do to it? Liv: so first there was the toaster fifteen times and then-. Vision hazy from position but suspect approaching blonde figure to be Charlie. Liv: um yeah, so I'll just do that then *walks away* Charlie: right. I dont want to know.

11.20am: evade capture yet again. coast is deemed clear. Get put in Steamer.

11.22am: starting to feel lightly heady. overhear heartwrenching exchange of dialogue. Or is it a hallucination? My comrades, planning my demise, plotting against me, conspiring to eat me! Dares and Bets are swapped. Fear rises, these near death experiences aren't good for my health. Things are looking bleak when Cameron almost concurs to my downfall. Thankfully he remembers I went in the waste bin and on the floor, and rediscovers his loyalty.

11.28am: Things are back to the original plan. I pretend not to have overheard my near betrayal. get put in microwave.

11.29am: Overhear another exchange: "how long did you put it in for?" "pasta zoo". Everyone knows pasta zoo is the longest time. Looks like I'm in for a long haul.

11.31am: After much deliberation I am smuggled out of the kitchen with Joe. Going past the washroom is particularly frightening, knowing the figure standing in there could put an end to all the hard work with one word if I'm sighted. Thankfully I'm not.

11.32am: I make it safely to the fridge.

5.00pm: all of my partners in crime are gone. I miss them. The freezer is cold but I made friends with some croissants and I've got my eye on a sweet-looking piece of raisin bread across the shelf. Who knows how long I will be here?. I could be discovered any moment. Will I be here waiting when they return? Or will it be too late?

Yeah, I'm five. whatever. I hope the bun's still there. xLiv

you can't go in there..the..floors are out..for cleaning..this is a terrible lie..

There are times when I think the universe hates me. There are other times, like today, when I think that God/Allah/Yahweh/the force*/Buddha/yes I know Buddha isn't actually a diety/whoever is totally on my side.

See, I worked all today. And then after I was home for like, no hours, di rings me up. Except she was all:

"ooh I am going to be super sneaky about it and ring with the number on private! Muahahahaha that will trick her! She won't know it is McSlaveryDonald's and she will answer the phone call so happily in eager anticipation of picnics and rainbows and puppies and frolicking and then BAM I will jump out with my voice as she won't see me jumping and coerce her into working another arduos hell-filled day! Oh I am so so clever" -Di (I assume)

yeah so I answered the call. Usually when work calls it is fairly easy to deduct what they want. So I decide whether I want to work the time in question or not, before answering the phone. If the answer is yes, then I answer, if no, I don't. Because it would be a waste of a conversation. Had the call said it was work, I wouldnt have answered it because I really didn't want to work.

But no the call said 'private' so I answered it. And Di was all 'can you work 8-4 tomorrow? Now I am hopeless in these situations. Usually I am a very assertive person (understatement) but in these situations I never know what to say. So it can go a few ways.

a) shitfuckthinkofanexcuseSure!WHATTHEFUCK!?!?!?!
b) um. nah sorry. I can't. I've got to go to the...out..to study...for an exam *sheepish kind of noise*

so I went with option b.

me: um no sorry I can't work in the afternoon because I have to -
*phone reception cuts out*
*phone reception cuts back in*
di: yeah thats ok, cya

SWEET!! Seriously, I have no idea what I was going to say. Internally I was panicking and wouldve probably said 'yeah' or something. 'sorry i cant work because i have to yeah'. great excuse Olivia. So maybe thats not that great of an example of the intervention of a greater power. But I can pretend. And will continue to do so.

xLivi

*as if that whole my religion is 'Jedi' on the census's thing isn't freaking awesome. Over 70 000 people in Australia declared themselves as Jedi Knights. I find that so very hilarious.

If I was older and more American I would've voted for Obama

I had to get a bloodtest the other day. The idea absolutely petrifies me. I hate having my pulse taken. It's a veins thing. I hate the thought of my veins. And the thought of a needle stabbing into them and sucking blood out freaking scares me. Alot. And makes me want to cry or pass out or something.

So it all started when I went to the doctors because of that dizzy spell stuff and i've been pale and super tired and so on. Anyway so he was all I'm going to send you for a blood test. and I was all ahhhh no. please. and stuff. And he's all you can't live your life being scared Olivia, everytime theres a thunderstorm you won't go outside because you might get hit by lighting.

And you know what. now that I write that, it really does seem like a ridiculous thing to say? Why thunderstorms? Where was he pulling this shit from?

I tried to object that I wasn't going through life scared of everything. Just people sucking all the blood out of my fragile veins with their big jabby needles. Hell I love thunderstorms. Bring on the lightning.

I was actually crying when we got to the bloodtest place. After a fierce argument with Mum as to whether it really had to be done today. Not like loud balling crying. But you know when you're trying not to cry or atleast to look like you're not crying. But theres stupid silent tears there anyway. So I felt ridiculous.

And of course everyone just keeps insisting that it won't hurt. I don't care that it doesn't hurt. I know it doesn't hurt. Well it hurts a bit. But that's not what bothers me. Its's all the blood sucking that I mentioned up there^^^ And goddamn I swear I can feel it getting pulled out.

I'm going to stop now before I convince myself to throw up or something. the end.

Glory be christ is born

The hell on earth they call 'HSC' is nearly over. Already over for some, in fact.
thank god. Two more exams to go before freedom.

My dad's side of the family celebrates christmas on boxing day. We go to billabongs for an all you can eat boxing day lunch and then back to someones house, which works on a roster kind of thing. This year, it's at Jacinta and Karl's. I don't know if I have mentioned this particular aunt and uncle on here before, but in short, they are the fascistly religious ones.

Yeah so, they made their own church. Karl is blatantly arrogant, chauvinistic and disgustingly creepy. Jacinta, is just daft. I don't have an aversion to religion or to making ones own religion. It's just my opinion of them as people.

Conversations go something like this:

Karl: Come give your uncle Karl a big kiss
Me: *sticks out hand for shake like James and Luke get*
Karl: ha ha ha ha ha. look at that, girl. you want to do as your told. Jesus wants you to love everyone, because jesus loves you.
Me: yep
Karl: Why don't you come out to church? Jesus want's to see you there.
Me: I'm good.
Karl: you know what girl, it'd do you good to come out here. Learn how to pray. You gotta do what Jesus wants, and what God wants, not what you want. You can't be selfish.
etc etc etc

jerk.

I have a feeling I might have told this story already but I will tell it again in brief anyway...

Karl lives down the road from my other uncle, Henk, and they both live a little out of town.

Henk: *starts having stroke and can't feel half of his body* *rings Karl to come over*
Karl: *arrives* what's wrong?
Henk: I think I need to go to the hospital. I'll just go get my phone and you can drive me
Karl: well if your well enough to get your phone your well enough to drive, i have to go organise church. *leaves*

Yeah so, don't come preaching to me, jerkface. get your priorities sorted.

anyhoooo

so I drove with mum in the passenger seat cos im still on me L's like a LOSER down to Dad's to pick Anna up, anyway I went inside and Dad was all *hands me invitation with huge smirk on his face* and the invitation was all

GLORY BE CHRIST IS BORN

your invited to Boxing day!

and I was all AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. oh thats funny. oh yeah ok, im not done. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.ok now im done.

and then I was all ...can I photocopy it? and Dad was all ...Why so you can rip them off? and I was all NO! so i know the details. for joe and stuff. and there was this silence. and I was all Yeah I lied, so I can rip them off. We both know I know the details, they're the same every year. And he was all *fake tuts*. and I was all oh yeah, as if you didnt show it to me to rip them off and he was all I thought you might want the details!

I didnt end up photocopying it though cos Anna had her stuff ready so we left.

Should be an interesting christmas. It's the first time that Joe's coming to a huge family event with me. He came to my Dad's birthday which was about one tenth of the family, as he made it his brother and sisters only and not all of them came down and was all 'wow you have a huge family'. So I guess it might be best that it's at Karl and Jacinta's as I am predicting a lowish turnout, being at the church and all. My huge family is a little intimidating.

that's all. I'm off to study for drama. x

Julie cooper-nicholing it up

Jack.Soph.Me.Joey

So we decided to go to a ball. As you can see right there^^. Well actually right now, it's not right there. Because I don't know how to put it there.

I said to Mum the other day that I wanted a digital camera for christmas so I can make this more interesting and prettyful. Because I can never be bothered with the family cam. And besides I will be (maybe, hopefully) moving away at the end of the year anyway. I didnt say for the blog actually, just that I wanted a digital camera. Mum knowing I had a blog might lead to Mum reading said blog which might will lead to not goodness.

Mum's reaction was all 'but dont you want to get money so you can buy a laptop?' and hell with that shit. Christmas is the time of year where all my family realises they don't me. I ALWAYS get money. Don't get me wrong, i always WANT money. And when they are all "oh hey, guess what I just realised, I don't know you! so um, what should I get you for christmas?" I'm like "hell, dont worry, I don't know me either! get me money!". So the one time I actually want something, that isnt money, I intend on getting it. Plus if mum gets me a camera thats still money from everyone else, plus birthday money. Bring on the money!

I dont remember the point.

ok so we went to a ball. Because we are at that stage in our lives where we like to think we are all grown up and go to charity balls and pretend we're high society like julie cooper-nichol off the OC with all her dressy charity functions. Yes we're lame.

The ball was organised by my sisters best friends sister for the starlight foundation. Like a week before aforementioned sisters best friend's mum was on the phone to my mum and she was all oh noz, we only have like half the people we were expecting for our ball. And I was all...Ball! Need people? I'll go! So I recruited the folks up there^^^^ (guh the photo is still only there in my imagination)

Anyway there were numerous phone call's between sister's-best-friends-mum (ok, maree) about numbers, money, times so on and so forth. I don't care to entail every detail about the calls, but what I do care to point out is never once were masks mentioned.

Sooo we approach the location of the ball, and we see a few people wearing masks walking in. Weird, hey?

Then as we get to the parking lot...more masks...

So we're all wtf, its masquerade? And Jack Soph and Joey are all ...nice liv, way to tell us its masquerade. And I'm all ..the fuck? I swear to god it's not masquerade! Like it's seriously likely that every other person got it wrong, not me. Or they just all happened to feel like wearing a mask that night.

So we walked into the place and there are masks kinda like everywhere. Which was kinda hilarious. And then some guy on the microphone was all 'hey and welcome to the starlight foundation masquerade ball' and we all laughed for a few hours. Turns out it was masquerade.

Of course despite our admissions that we were so very high society all the way down we spent the evening dropping forks, getting caeser sauce on our noses (ok, my nose), getting food everywhere, and laughing entirely too loudly. Twas quite the fun.

xx

I need to stop sucking on my pens or I'll die of ink poisoning

I guess Mum and I are close. We can talk about almost everything. Almost everything.

One thing I never intended on talking about my mother with, was sex. I mean granted, there are those 'the birds and the bee's' talks pretty much standard to any childhood. Mine went something like this:

Mum: *mutes tv in ads* do you girls know what sex is?
Me and Anna: yup
Mum: oh good.

the end.

Don't get me wrong my family isn't all uptight about talking about sex, sex can be and is talked about, and there is always the whole, use condoms don't get pregnant deal. I guess the avoided topic was more me having sex.

On the weekend we went out to Stephens. We stayed the night on Saturday and Sunday morning Tony and I woke up early and went out to ride the bikes before breakfast. I had trouble starting the 125 because I'm fucking retarded and didn't think to check if it was switched on at the power switch because of a small problem. After trying to kick start it like a million times and failing repeatedly Tony came over and called me a fucking retard and turned it on fixed the problem. I went to kick start it again and a wave of dizzyness came over me, I couldnt breathe properly and felt really really faint. So I ran back inside and collapsed down at the table and was all '...I don't feel too good' and Mum was all umm shitt. I had a drink and after laying for a bit I felt fine, except for the fact that Tony had fucked off on the 125 because he realised the quad was nearly out of fuel and couldnt be bothered going up to get the other bike. Fucker. Episode over I went out and rode and the day proceeded as usual with no more weird things.

Then monday mum got home from work and was all ra ra I need to talk to you. And I was all *scans past few weeks for something I could be in trouble for* I couldnt locate anything so I was just confused.

Mum: I wanna talk to you about your periods
Me: um? ok?
Mum: Hows the pill going?
Me: yeah its fixed them up
Mum: so you are still on it right?
Me: yes... ...?
Mum: So how have your periods been?
Me: um. period-like?
Mum: when was your last one
Me: like, now.
Mum: ohk good.
Me: ...?
Mum: I thought you might have been pregnant
Me: WHAT? WHY?
Mum: because you had that dizzy spell
Me: oh right. well Im on my period so I'm not.
Mum: .........
Me: WHAT?
Mum: couldnt you have said 'wow mum, thats impossible, cos im not having sex'?
Me: oh. fuck. oops.

I think she always knew I was, but we both chose to just keep the mystery there. So that's just awkward now.

But seriously, if you have a seventeen year old daughter, she's been in a relationship for the past year, and you think there's no chance she's having sex, you could be being a tad naive.

thats all for now. except for that english paper 2 sucked. real bad. xx

I just had a weird conversation with a telemarketer:

(because I'm lazy he will be known as guy)

guy: is this mrs my-mums-last-name?
me: nope this is miss my-last-name
guy: oh *is confused as they always are* are you the family of her?
me: yup. she's my mum.
guy: ohok. well it will pleasure you to know that you have won a prize of a phone etcetcetc
me: ok, just a moment, I'm not actually 18 so I can't help you.
guy: you are not 18? *sounds suprised*
me: thats right
guy: could I speak to your mother or father?
me: Sorry Mum's at work
guy: your father? -right about here I'm just irritated-
me: My father doesn't live here.
guy: aren't you scared? -and now I'm kinda weirded out-
me: um. no. of what?
guy: living on your own
me: well I don't live on my own, Mums just working, she'll be home later on tonight
guy: but don't you get scared all on your own? *incredulous*
me: well I'm 17 so it doesnt really bother me. Perhaps I could get mum to return your call?
guy: thankyou I will call later.
me: bye

Rereading it it seems like he was either

a) being very creepy or
b) mocking me in a kind of "aww your so brave little girl" way

but it really didn't seem like either he just seemed very incredulous and it was all very strange.

Really its never occured to me to be more afraid of the usual contenders (spiders, serial killers and what not) when I'm on my own. Perhaps a little more jumpy at noises then usual but that would be the extent of it. And I dont really think that anyone would find it peculiar that a 17year old home on her own at 3 in the afternoon is not concerned.

When I was 15 and lived with Dad he did nightshift and I stayed on my own the whole night and that didn't bother me. My aunty was all OHMYGOD I GET SCARED ON MY OWN IN THE NIGHT COME STAY HERE and stuff. I don't know whether she actually does or if she just wanted free babysitting. She does like free babysitting. Not in the sense of ohok now your here I can go out. More like, wow your here, the children are being entertained and Noah just got fed bathed and is asleep. We used to go there on tuesdays after school if Dad was on afternoon shift (Anna, unlike me, HATES being on her own)and I'd watch Noah and play games with the other kids and play those annoying repetitive little kid games with Noah and aeroplane him his food and take him and bath him and dress him and take him out to say night to Mum and Dad and tell him stories till he fell asleep. So then tuesday became the night that she would invite her friends around for dinner and my once bitchy judgemental Aunty was completely in love with me. It was a hilarious transition. the end.

Ps. I never know how to end blogs.

Don't you hate it when people talk to you when you're asleep?

Yesterday morning before going to work Mum came in and asked me to hang the wash out when I got up. Apparently I concurred. I however have no recollection of this because, I was asleep! Seriously, why not write a note? Firstly it's irritating that she woke me and further I thought it would be pretty obvious that I'm not going to remember something I "heard" while I was still virtually asleep.

Then this morning, mum worked again, and Anna couldn't catch the bus because she had to take her Saxophone to school. And she's all ohnoz i hate taking it on the bus and such. So Nana came over to take her to school. And came in to my room and had a conversation with me while she was waiting for anna!! Seriously, what the hell. I was asleep. And I really don't remember any of what we were talking about apart from she kept asking me smalltalk questions and I kept responding with "mmmph" and similar sounds and not properly formed words. And inside my head I was screaming FUCK OFF I WANT TO SLEEEEP. please?

Did I say I wasn't going to update because of the HSC? Because I lied. evidently. But I guess I should make this short, as King Lear awaits. So as I've had my little whinge, farewell!

friday

I totally had a grown up momet the other day...As I mentioned somewhere down there *gestures in general direction of previous blogs* the family went away for a few days and the day mum left she was all AH I AM SO STRESSED AND I WAS GOING TO DO THE VACUUMING AND I HAVENT EVEN PACKED ...if you go time could you do the vacuuming? And so I was all yes! yes! fine! excellent! quit stressing, please. Because she drives me insane when she stresses and she was supposed to be having a stress free time away and such.

Obviously, I didn't vacuum until the very day she was coming home. If this does not seem at all obvious to you then you obviously havent experienced many teenagers. Because hell baby we procrastinate. We are at that stage of our lives where we KNOW it would make sense to get it out of the way because it is logical and people tell us and all of that. But we havent quite experienced it enough to go "oh hey, it works better this way" so we'll stick with procrastination for the time being. Who knows maybe its not a teenage thing at all, maybe I will procrastinate forever. Whatever. So I vacuumed.

And then like, two days later, I was walking through the kitchen and it was all icky on my feet and I was all "your fucking kidding, i vacuumed like all of ten minutes ago, ah i hate the world ra ra ra ra ra, this is so frustrating etc etc" and Mum just looked at me and laughed all knowingly. Shut up mum.


It was Anna's first day back at school on Monday and boy was that weird. It was kind of sad really. I woke up when Mum got up and was getting ready for work and then she left at 7. Then Anna left at 8.30 and I was all .....bye..... and she was like yeah, bye. And so then it was just me and Maggie. And I was all just you and me Maggie we might go for a walk or something later. And then Pa arrived at like nine and Maggie ran out into his truck and was gone too.

So I did get some study done, and as weird as it felt in the morning and I borderline missed them and all when they got home I completely regretted that. I was in the middle of rewriting my journeys essay and Mum started opening emails and playing clips and such, and Anna started doing Piano practice and Maggie kept nudging my feet and sneezing on them which is GROSS. And I flipped the fuck out like a psychopath and pissed off to my room and fell asleep.

the end. hsc starts on Friday by the way. so probably no entries for awhile. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (kill me)
hermph.
xx

It was Sophie's 18th last night - well tuesday but we partied on saturday last night - and talk about fun. As you may or may not know one of my life goals is to pass as 18 when I'm not really. Remember I tried to get into that pub in Sydney on City to Surf? and failed, I may add. So when Sophie decided we were doing a wig themed pub crawl, I was totally pumped.

I don't know why I desire for people to pass me as 18, perhaps I should psych analyse it but I really couldn't be fucked. So anyway, the night was absolutely awesome, and best of all I totally passed as 18. Ok so I lied, that WASN'T best of all (I know, I'm as suprised as you are) there were actually a few best of alls.

We started at the Albion, where for some reason they just assumed we were all eighteen because Soph's mum totally lied and actually told them we were all eighteen. There was a group of about 6 of us I think that weren't 18 so we were all ahhh sticking together etc. The first cocktail I ordered was a Sex on the Beach, because I am five and there is nothing funnier then the word sex. It was actually nice though, if a little chunky.

Oh and I was totally blonde by the way..which doesn't suit me at all, but whatever. It was fun. and at the end of the night I could take the wig off and bam, I'm brunette again!

As we headed from the Albion to the Central early in the night we passed 'Marilyns'. The local brothel. Of course jokes were made and Alana and I were like "Oh my god we should so go in" (why? who says that?. So after we got kicked out of the Central (after totally buying a wild turkey no questions asked, go me!) Clare wanted to go home, so we headed back to the Albion to get her stuff. And of course passed the brothel. So ofcourse Alana and I were all OHMYGODLETSDOITSQUEEGIGGLE. Clare had given me her change to give back to mrs mac so I had 4.20 in my hand and someone was all you should totally be like 'how much can I get for this'. So we grabbed David for extra support and we did.

It took the lady forever to answer the door and Alana looked like she was going to run for it a few times but she didn't (I LOVE YOU LANI I WOULDVE KILLED YOU) and eventually this very stern looking lady answered the door. She was about sixty and looked like she was the principal of a fancy late 1800's boarding school for girls. You know the ones? Or the manager of a whorehouse, either way.

me: uhh(SHITFUCKSHIT)...how much(AHH)can we (fuckfuckFUCK)..get for this?

sternlookingownerofboardingschoolandorwhorehouse: not funny girls. really. just grow up. grow up.

me: umkay

all 3 of us: *runs*

Yeah if I was that lady I'd be shitted off at us too, but it was soo fun in a kinda knock and run 5 year old way. As Alana pointed out though she did totally shut us down. I mean come on, we got shut down by a prostitute. Massive burn.

Among the best highlights of the night was running into one of my managers from work. I only work Sundays and we have a pretty much permanent sunday crew of B (Bee? bi? I dont know I've never written it) as the manager and then Me, Jack, Joe and Beckett. And whoever else. So Jack and I were both at the party and saw B at one of the pubs and thought we'd do the casual hello thing, because we love B to bits even though we do give her hell a bit.

Us: *casual hello thing*
B: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG JACKKKK OLIVIAAA AHHHH HEY GUYS *hugs everywhere*

I must say trashed B is hilarious. She kept telling all her friends basically the same things.

"Guys this is Jack and this is Olivia I work with them. On every sunday. And theyre little fucking arseholes? Aren't you? I love you guys though. Your such bitches though.You your such a dirty bitch Olivia. And I'll tell you whose a real arsehole that David Beckett. Don't you just want to kick him? He's like, smartest science guy in Australia or something isn't he? And he just argues and stuff and your like SHUT UP. HAHAHAHAHA I WHITESLIPPED YOU GUYSSSS" times by a million.

and then she kept saying "yeah I already told you that didn't I?" "yup B you did."

Aside from that she asked for our middle names "Mines Jade..Bianca Jade..How funny is that?!?!?!" and our starsigns. And then started counselling Jack about his Dad issues "He loves you Jack. You need to look at him and say with your eyes that you love him. I'm a very spiritual person". And everytime she got dragged away because they were leaving she ran back and started hugging us and talking to us. It was so hilarious. She ended up being carried away over one of her friends shoulders screaming 'I love you guys!' and got thrown into a taxi.

I absolutely cannot wait to work with her again.

well thats all for now. x

fare thee well msn

Mum and Anna got home from Sydney last night, which was kind of annoying because having the house to myself for two nights was pretty sweet. Mum took me down to Joe's and in the car she was like "did Joe come up while I was away?" "nope" "did you have any of your friends up?" "nope" "your weird" "uhhh...what??"

So apparently, Stephen was all "Olivia will have people over" and Mum was all "pff no she won't" and Stephen was all "come on, don't be naive" so then Mum thought about it and was like "hmm I totally wouldve had people over when I was her age" or something.

Perhaps it is weird, but it never occured to me to have people over just because Mum was away. And if I did want to have people over I would have just asked anyway. Not because I'm a goody goody but because it just seems pointless to do it behind her back.

Allow me to be grossly teenager for a moment here but: Mum's in a shitty mood for no apparent reason and it's not my fucking fault so she can take it out on someone else. It's really not fair that just because she is shitty Anna and I have to put up with. And I was like "we haven't done anything!" and she was like "yeah thats the point then isnt it!" which was clearly just her scrambling for a response and was totally unfair because I vacuumed yesterday! What the fuck!! Bitch.

Feel free to ignore ^^^

In other news I'm back to a status of no msn. Because it's bad for study and such. Can I last? Who knows..hopefully. But I still have this and facebook so I guess it's not going to help with study all that much anyway. sigh.

I think thats all for now x

Dog or child?

I have slowly come to the realisation that Maggie is not a dog, but rather a child. She gets treated absolutely human. She sleeps inside, she gets talked to, she doesnt wear a lead when she gets walked, she never gets left home on her own anymore. When we go to Dad's to pick Anna up on Tuesdays she gets asked if she's coming. And responds by either sitting on the lounge or jumping up and running out to the car.

Anyway, yesterday, after Pa dropped me home the following took place (Maggie goes out to the farm to work with Pa most days that arent weekends)

Pa: I'll leave Maggie with you tomorrow, your not doing anything are you?
Me: not sure, but if you want to take her you can, don't just leave her cos I'm home
Pa: Nah I'm going out to the saleyards and don't want to take her out
Me: ok I'll have her then. I'll drop her round with Nana if I go anywhere.

Then last night I realised Maths study was on at school at 11. I didn't wake this morning till 10 so I had to run around like crazy getting ready, and I rung Nana for a ride into town. But she wasn't home. So I packed my shit, told Maggie we were going, and started walking into town. I got to my Nana and Pa's place, took Maggie in and left her there. Because if I had left her at home she wouldve just run over there and Nana would be coming home soon, wheras I was going to be probably the whole day. And I'm too much of a sap to tie her up at home, especially when I know it will be for hours. So I left her and continued into town. About halfway into town, I heard voices and turned around, as you do, and just past the couple of giggly gossiping women, clearly walking along the main road in their spandexy tights to shout out to the world 'WE'RE HEALTHY' what do I see but Maggie, bounding along with an incredibly satisfied look on her little dogface. SIGH.

So ofcourse I was all "the fuck!! I left you at Nana's!! what are you doing?? AHHHHH. FUCKER" at her. Under my breath and after the healthy women had passed of course. And what could I do? Rock up to school with my dog? Evidently she found the idea of being at Maths study with me more appealing then being at Nana's alone. So with an exasperated sigh directed very obviously at her, I turned around and headed home. I couldn't take her back to Nana's because she would just follow me again so I had to come all the way home, to put her on the chain. Which I didn't end up doing because by the time I got home, it was after 11, and maths study started at 11, and it takes an hour to walk to school from home so there would really be no point.

None of my glares and mutterings seemed to faze her and she seems blissfully ignorant to me being pissed off at her, mainly she is just sitting here looking incredibly pleased with herself. stupid dog.

xx

practically a family reunion

soooo...she had another TIA on saturday (or whatever the fuck they're called) and she's in hospital. It was no worse then the first, but as it happened twice within three days they thought they'd get her in there for some tests and such.

So saturday morning was a whirlwind of phone calls and texts and organising shit and trying to get everything I needed to get done so I could get down to the hospital. She was similar to how she was the first day, and my cousin Gebe was down from queensland so we ended up sitting at the other end of the room just talking about it all while she was sleeping. It was nice, I miss her.

One thing I do love about my family, is that it has a strong family atmosphere, like a community feel or something? I don't think I explained that very well. But like, crisis has struck so to speak, and my Oma got taken to hospital about 9. I spent the morning texting Dad and then by the time I got to the hospital at 11 Eddy and Jus were there, having taken a detour out of their trip to down to Tasmania. Eddies on the phone to Mary, Katie's fixing up Oma while Gebe texts Luke, and Jus jumps up and hugs me and starts filling me in on everything. Liz is on her way down from Parkes, Mary's packing her bags, Katies been talking to Anne and chances are she'll be jumping on a plane as soon as she can. It was insane. And it always is. All the nurses make comments like 'your popular Elisabeth' and she just grins.

As it were, I just got a phone call from Dad (cos my phone is rooted, grrr) saying that tante Annemiek has landed in the country. wooters.

more later. Probably on something else. I'm sure your all sick of hearing.

Ps. I don't care that they got slaughtered, the storms will always pwn manly completely. fuckers.

look out Bale Boshev

Well I went to see Oma again, and all is well. Her only issue was that she had lost her shoes and hence had been walking around in only socks since the mini-stroke thing. I found it peculiar that she'd failed to mention this to anyone until when I visited at nearly 5 the next day, particularly as she seemed


a) very concerned as to their whereabouts and


b) determined that try as I may to look I wouldn't find them


nonetheless a short trip to her room found them behind her bed, which in turn found her pleasently suprised. That was, perhaps, the extent of the conversation apart from the details of a letter from her african sponser-priest. It's Academic was on, see. Grade school game shows really hit a spot with my bordeline ninety grandmother, go figure. Essentially though, in the watching of tv and thus limited conversation, she was acting completely normally again which made me breathe a huge sigh of relief.





My Aunty, Uncle and cousins came into visit, shortly after I'd located the wayward shoes so the remainder of the visit was spent sitting cross-legged on the floor discussing becoming a lawyer with my ..11 year old..I think..cousin. He's all kinds of adorable and although I say that I don't have favourite cousins, and also name a majority of my cousins favourites, he's definately a favourite. He's one of those really inquisite kids that will just sit and talk to you for hours and ask question after question and takes absolutely everything in. And he always has something interesting to say. My Auntie mentioned study so thus commences:


Jacob: what are you studying for?


Me: HSC


Jacob: yeah I know, but what do you want to do next year, like Ben wants to be a doctor


Me: oh right, a Lawyer


Jacob: cool. Are you going to work in local or supreme court?


Me: uhhh..not sure yet


Jacob: What firm are you going to work for? Bale Boshev?


Me: I don't know..


Jacob: oh, you should work for them. or there is another one that always has adds.


and so on. He thought through my career in law more in 5 minutes then I have in 3 years. sheesh.


Our conversation then went towards year 12 muck up day, and we discussed things he could do when he's in year 12 (holy shit I will be 24!) and talked through every single prank that we pulled. Which reminds me, here is the (somewhat failed) video we made a few days before we left of us (attempting) to scare people.



xLiv

i promise i'll visit more

My Oma had a TIA yesterday. I'm really not too sure what that stands for, but it is basically a mini-stroke, and warning of an impending actual stroke. The thought of which freaks me out, but her doctor is supposed to be all over it and such. It happened at breakfast yesterday and I was sitting on here bludging as I do and I got an email from my uncle Michael, telling everyone about it. I knew Dad was at work and thus wouldn't have gotten the email, so I rung him and let him know what had happened. Then as soon as mum got the car back from having it cleaned headed down to see her. As much as I knew that she'd just had a ministroke I wasn't expecting her to be still confused, or maybe I was but it still threw me. She knew who I was and told me that 'daddy came to visit' but she also told me that Gertrude came to visit probably five times and asked if I had a boyfriend and who he was atleast four times. When she's met Joe. Then she slipped into dutch and started eagerly telling me something, and the only words I picked up were 'three' and 'you' and I had to remind her that I couldn't understand dutch, which kinda broke my heart a little cos her face fell and she said 'oh yeah..i forgot' and then couldnt remember what she wanted to tell me and looked really sad. I sat and brushed her hair for awhile and talked about christmas coming soon and then she started to get really drowsy so I told her I had to go and laid her down and said to get some sleep. Then I walked out of her room and did my best not to burst into tears right there. I pulled myself together and went and talked to the nurses and made sure that they were expecting her to be still confused. They were which made me a little happier, because Michael hadn't mentioned that she was still confused and I was partially worrying that she had slipped back into the TIA or something. I let them know that she was sleeping and they said that was good and I left. I called Dad later on last night and he said he was worried because his first visit was a break from work and he had only dropped in quickly, then after work he took Anna down and they stayed for awhile and she wasn't making sense and telling them same things. I told him that she was like that when I visited and what the nurse said which made him feel better and we both said we'd visit today. He text me about 9 to tell me he'd been in and she was feeling alot better and out at the dining room and not confused. Thank fuck. that is all I can say to that.


Of course now that I know she's ok I'm feeling guilty because I don't visit her enough and I always intend to go see her and then put it off or forget or something. I'm going down to see her as soon as Mum gets home from work. But from now on I'm going to make a better effort to see her more, whether she's sick or not.


So that was my yesterday, and so far my today has been ok. I went for a swim this morning, my second one of the season! I love summer...now I better get some study done xx

do you floss?

I am so bad at study. guh. I was going to start yesterday, but I swear everytime I go to get off the computer someone signs on or starts a conversation with me.

Like tuesday morning I was all set to leave when Mitch, who came to see Muse with us last year started talking to me. I mean what, he never talks to me, I've met him once? So of course, I stay. I had hotel yorba lyrics in my name and so he started a conversation with the next line, and we proceeded to msn the whole song. and then I was all OMG no one knows that song?? and he was like yeah you always have really good lyrics in your name. So then I was all wow...someone notices my name lyrics?? So now I'm going to be all self-conscious when putting lyrics in my name. Because I crave approval and such.

hmm I just finished brushing my teeth, and you know what, I didn't floss. Because I never floss. Because flossing irritates me and makes me feel like my teeth will fall out or something. I know thats illogical. But it got me thinking, does anyone actually floss? I went to the dentist not too long ago and the harpie assistant lady was all ra ra ra you don't floss do you?!? DO YOU!?!?! HUH!?!?! YOU NEED TO FLOSS!!!! SANTA KNOWS THESE THINGS!! etc. and i was like *sigh* ok I will floss. But I didn't. my sister pretends to floss, like she talks like she does and has a little floss brush thing, but I know she never uses it. we share a bathroom ok. Anyway, so my theory is: no one actually flosses. I'm going to start asking people now. Because it's pointless procrastination.

so far: 3 no flosses (me, sophie, anna) 1 floss (mum) - oh as if she's not just pretending to be a good influence. oh I am lame.

in retrospect, this blog has been relatively uninteresting, how dissapointing of me. I will try and get something more interesting for next time. xxLivi

study smudy

I inspired someone to blog! How cool is that, and she totally rocks at blogging too! That's right Eleanor you rock.

I had a pretty fun day yesterday, I went down town and hung out with my friend Sophie because she left in year 10 to go to some stupid wannabe elitist school, that's right your school sucks bitch! and so we barely ever see each other. But as its super long holidays study vacation, I thought I'd fuck study off its not like I'd started anyway take a break from study and be all fuck yeah lets rock this bitch.

Anyway, I have a story. It's not a toss of the day because the lady was actually really nice, so just a stupid person of the day.

Background. Soph's got cerebal palsy (fuck, spelling? no idea) and so she's been in a wheelchair all of her life. She's turning eighteen next week and her party is going to be a wig themed pub crawl.

So anyway, we figured we'd go to the dress up shop and find her a wig. We got there and as we'd contemplated possible, there was a step. So I went in and asked whether their back door had a step or if they had any wheelchair access. The initial girl that was there just kind of looked at me blankly like "why, your not in a wheelchair" then went and had a look at the back door..how the fuck do you not know whether there is a step at the backdoor of the place you work?!?..She said there was so I said ok, and then the other lady who obviously owned the shop came out and was like "oh but we have wheelchairs come in here, she should be able to get up the step" "ohok, well my friend can't get up that step. it doesn't matter, I'll go see what she wants to do" "oh she should be able to get up the step though" "nah she can't, its ok"
So I went back outside to talk to Soph and be like, do you want me to go see what's in there or just leave and do something else. But the lady followed me out. Fair enough, she was nice and trying to be helpful.

me: they have a back step too so-
costumelady: I'm sure you can get up this step
Soph: nah, I can't
costumelady: are you sure, because wheelchairs come up it all the time
Soph: this is a powerchair so it won't go up it
costumelady: are you sure?
Soph: yes
costumelady: we could try
Soph: my chair is not going to go up that step
costumelady: what if we lift it?
Soph: it's a powerchair, you can't lift it
costumelady:why?
Soph: because it's a power chair
costumelady: so I'm not allowed to lift it?
Soph: no, you just can't *looks at me exasperatedly* can you please explain it to her
me: it is a power chair, you can't lift it, see how it is electric, that means it is heavy and also lower to a normal chair. Look at the bottom of it, it won't lift.
costumelady: so your sure we couldnt get it up?
JESUS FUCK ARE WE THICK?
eventually the message either sunk in or she just decided we were too determined to change our minds and asked what we were after, we said wigs so she said she had some and we could come around the back and she'd bring them out. We did end up with a wig and she was helpful and lovely, just very very thick. And we couldnt stop laughing all the way home, I mean I can be daft but just looking at Sophie's wheelchair its obvious it's not going to lift.

anyway, ten oclock is fast approaching and I swore I'd start studying at 10 today. So that's all I've got for today. much love x

It was the last day of school on thursday, yet I was there yesterday, and I'm going again today. How lame is that.

Don't you just love the standard jokes though? When you get into a particular situation and everyone says the exact same "funny" thing and it's usually accompanied by a chuckle. That's what it was like yesterday. I had to go back in because Anna forgot her lunch, and the entire walk in was like:

random#1: hahaha Can't keep away hey Olivia?
me: LOLZ

random#2: hahaha Can't keep away hey Olivia?
me: LOLZ

random#3: hahaha Can't keep away hey Olivia?
me: LOLZ

and well, you get the picture. Without exagerration I'd have to say it got said atleast 10 times. idiots.

Anyway today I have to go in to be Gloucestor in Midsummer Nights Dream. (Yeah, go figure, it's got Hamlet in it too) Because I'm a Drama nerd like that. And mrs Hall was all raaa you need to practice no one even knows what your character is doing. We need that scene. bla bla bla. Who even has a school group thing on first official day of the holidays anyway? Those little drama kids should be pissed. But they're not. they're just all like 'omg I hope I don't have to go away on a super awesome holiday with rides and souvenirs and rainbows and puppies because I might miss drama club!'

speaking of missing Drama club, I was supposed to be there 4 minutes ago. xo

End of the year!

I can't believe I finish school in 3 days. Like, forever. That's some crazy shit.

The little girl that always saves a seat for me on the afternoon bus can't believe it either. I told her today and her eyes got all wide and then she looked all forlorn and said "but..I'm going to miss you!" which was so damn cute. It's a cool thought that someone is going to miss me and kinda strange that out of all the people that could possibly miss me, it was the 8-year old that I've only known for about 2 years and that I see about three times a week for twenty minutes. It got me thinking anyway and I don't even remember how we became friends, or why she saves me a seat. weird. she is kind of cool though. I told her that one day next term I'd come into town and catch the bus home just to see her.

As it is the end of schooling we have decided that we would like to give the teachers a thankyou morning tea. Which cracks me up a lot because obviously we haven't decided to do this, we just got told to. I think it's a cool idea and I'm totally into it, it just kind of kills it when it's put forward as compulsory. Like aren't they missing the point? It would be much cooler if they just left it, because we would have done it, or something similar anyway as a thankyou, and it would seem more genuine. I hate falsity. But putting that aside, I am totally cooking right now and goddamn I suck. So in blogging tradition I will share my recipes:

Chocolate Strawberries

ingredients:

-however many strawberry punnets Anna and I can stack onto everything else we are already carrying

-2 blocks of white chocolate, the normal stuff not the cooking stuff because that shit tastes like shit.

-2 blocks of normal chocolate, as above

1. Have an argument about whether the strawberries should have the green things on the top or not. Clearly they should have them on cos how else are you going to pick up the strawberry? and also I win because they're not Anna's teachers. Well actually they are. As we go to the same school. But she's not giving them morning tea. so shut up. The green things stay, mofo.

2. break the normal chocolate up in a bowl and sit it ontop of a saucepan with water in it on the stove.

3. Wait for it to melt

4. Turn the stove on. Melting is more successful this way.

5. Dip the strawberries in the chocolate and sit them on the cooling rack

6. Get pissed at Anna for secretly making one without the green thing to make a point. And no it is not better that way.

7. Once chocolate is hard take off cooling rack

8. FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKER THE STUPID FUCKS ARE STUCK. FUCK.

9. Realise that half the chocolate has come off the strawberries and is sticking on the fucking cooling rack. fuck.

10. trying not to be pissed off that this isn't taking the 10 minutes you anticipated, melt some more chocolate, but turn the heat right up to make it melt quicker, cos you're way over this

11. Ok so start again and just keep it on low, chocolate burns, who would have thought.

12. Ring mum and be all ra ra ra ra I'm trying to melt strawberries and it won't work and I hate the world to fill time whilst waiting for the chocolate to melt slowly and not burn.

13. take mum's suggestion and rub oil onto a piece of baking paper

14. Redo strawberries and put them on the baking paper, whilst being pissed that Anna got bored and went to watch TV at about step 7.

15. Put them in the fridge and SUCCESS!

so I made raspberry swirl cupcakes and a cake aswell but that process was relatively boring so I'll leave it at that. Oh and ps, strawberries got eaten first, shit yeah bitches. I totally rock.

kinda.

xx

stupefy! and I wouldn't even consider an enervate.

ok so I was all YAY BLOG!! I AM GOING TO WRITE A MILLION ENTRIES!! etc. but I didn't. I'm not really sure why. Partly because there was still way too much to do, partly because I started playing the sims, and partly because I had things I intended on writing about when I only really write if something has just happened. Otherwise I just go oh I should write about that time, but in reality it's like meh.

The point is. blogtime!

Our end of year formal is coming up. guh. I hate events. I hate anything that involves any of the following:

-organising
-decoration committees
-a dress
-make up
-parents

I guess my main issue is really parents. Because I avoid all those committees like snape to shampoo. bah yeah I made a Harry Potter crack. You don't think I still read Harry Potter? Guess again, entire series re-read last holidays, and I try to curse my english teacher in class. It gives me something to focus on other then killing myself. and yes I know they wont work, but it makes me feel better. shut up. I can't remember my point. Oh yeah. Parents. Mostly I just don't tell my Dad when stuffs on like drama nights because I doubt he would care and he would just criticise whatever I did and then tell me how bored he was and then go on about how good he is for coming. Whatever. Jerk. But the formal is supposedly a big deal and so I feel obliged to invite him.

A part of me is worried that as him and Mum hate each other they will cause a scene. Well, he will cause a scene. I know my mum won't do that to me but at the same time she'll only take so much crap before she's all stuff this and pops a cap in his arse. or similar. And my Dad causes scenes. And likes to cause trouble. I've been stifling that part of me with the solution that I'll give them both a talking to, mainly him. I'm thinking he knows I won't take it and the minute anything is up, and I know how to read the signs, I'll get him kicked out, so he won't do anything. Or even possibly he wouldn't want to sabotage the vague salvage of a relationship we've revived. That's hopeful.

Ok so guestlist: Mum and Dad. Plus I'm inviting my friend that changed schools in year 10. But I definately want Stephen their too because I like him and he's cool. And he's been a part of my life for awhile. Ok so that's 4. But then I'm inviting mum and Stephen and just Dad. Yet Dad lives with Heather. So it would probably be the right thing to invite her too. And Heather and I have always gotten along, she doesnt get along with my sister so I've stopped liking her, but technically we still get along. So I will feel rude if I invite Stephen but not her. (oh what would Ita Buttrose do!). But that would be 5 guests. guh. I thought about it more and I'm going to be doing year 12 things and Mum will have Stephen and Mum knows all my friends parents heaps better then Dad does. So if Dad actually makes the effort to come I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. So I have to invite Heather too. And I did want to invite my Nana but I guess not. sigh.

On a completely unrelated topic, have you ever noticed that if you're not doing anything, you can continue not doing anything for a long time. But as soon as you do something you end up never getting back to doing nothing. That made no sense did it. Kinda like work breeds work exponentially. I'll graph it. ha not. Ok so story.

I was blogging all that just up there and I realised that I wasn't wearing my glasses. (insert lecture from optometrist soaked in corny jokes and winks here). So after putting it off for awhile I got up and went to the loungeroom to get them. Mum and Stephen were in there and mum saw me and was all could you just get me some of that Custard tart and ice cream please. Fine. So I naturally ask Stephen if he wants some. So I went to the kitchen to get that, I walk in and my dog jumps up thinking I'm getting her dinner. And continues to follow me around with a look assuming I am doing just that. I realise that her guilt will win me over so I feed her. Which is ew because dogfood is ew. So I went to wash my hands. And realised that my towel wasn't on the rack when I went to dry them and by god am I going to be cold when I get out of the shower in the morning. So I went to get my towel out of my room and realised that I still have Joey's jumper and should take it to school so took it our to my schoolbag. At this point I started laughing and thought to myself 'I should totally write a blog about this' and then remembered that I WAS writing a blog in the first place. yes I am a loser.

xx

Drama practicals are over!!!

can you believe it? Probably, but I totally can't. It's like surreal. The markers came today and contray to my imagination were not evil and scary and mean. They were quite nice. Still the concept is petrifying and knowing that just one performance is the end of all of it scares the hell out of me. But in a totally good way because no more staying at school until 9pm. No more staying in the drama room through recess and lunch. No more going to school on Sunday. And now I just have to worry about written exams. Yay! And most importantly, I have freetime back!!

Firstly, I am going to play the sims. Because I have been craving that massively for the past 2 weeks, and as I've barely had time to shower and sleep, obviously haven't gotten a chance to play it.

And then, I intend to write blog entries about stuff that happened over the past week or so that I've been like hahaha so blogging about this..oh..NO SPARE TIME. If the moment is still there. Who knows. Whatever.

Happy Birthday

twas the fathers birthday today. Naturally Anna and I organised to go and see him. Well Anna organised to go see him and then asked me whether I was coming and I sighed a yes. Him and the stepmother were going out to dinner so we were going down after he finished work until before dinner. (suits me beotches, in and out) I will admit, it wasn't terrible.

For the entirety of the event we played crash bandicoot three (Warped!) on playstation 1. Hell yeah that's my kind of party. I freaking love crash bandicoot and seeing as I don't stay at Dad's ever anymore I hadnt played it in forever. When mum asked what we did and I was all "played the playstation" she was all "you were supposed to be down there with your father being quality time etc." So just for clarification, Dad was playing too. He likes it probably more then us. He fights over turns just as childishly as us:

Me: *finishes entire land without dieing which means it's the next person's go*
Dad: *wasn't there when the land got started and assumes I didn't go from start to finish cos it was a hard land* uhh, end of the land, my turn! *takes controller*
Me: ok
Dad: *chuckles to self for most of turn* *eventually has to say something to rub in that he stole a turn* ha ha so..end of land huh anna..huh..
Me: yeah i went all the way through
Dad: oh. so it actually is my turn?
me: yup
Dad: *silence* this turn isn't half as sweet now that it's legitimate.

Of course the evening was filled with snide remarks directed at my failure and/or suckiness as a person.

Dad: Got your licence yet Olivia *in knowing tone*
Me: Nope
Dad: mmm didn't think so
Dad: mmm
Dad: gonna get your licence anytime soon?
Me: Probably not, kinda got more important stuff to worry about at the momet (hello? HSC mean anything to you? Do you actually know what year I'm in? seriously, last term of school EVER. Exams in some number of days that is small and I'm sure most of my grade could recite to you. Drama performances in a week and four days)
Dad: oh yes, of course hmmmm *nods knowingly and condescendingly at me*

**

Dad: Krysia (ex girlfriend of Dad's, incredibly paranoid and psychotic, used to tell Dad that Anna and I were trying to get rid of her amongst a variety of other psychotic attention seeking gimmicks) said to say hello
Me: *somewhat incredulously* Your still in contact with her? (she used to call him 5 times a day after they broke up until he told her she wasn't to contact him)
Dad: she's a human being Olivia *lecture tone*
Me: Right. So how is Krysia
Dad: you've got a real mean streak don't you. Why you can't just get along with people is beyond me
Me: ok
Dad: oh it's ok is it. ok.

**

Me: *gets in car when we're leaving*
Dad: *looks at* Oh am I taking you home too am I
Me: oh not all, I'm just coming for the ride, thought I'd stay down here
Dad: *fake shudders* don't threaten me

**

They were all rather subtly placed and surrounded by otherwise pleasent conversation so the night was bearable. Anna gave him the present before I got there (I came downtown with Fred and Ian after we finished drama) which shit me off, because I'm petty and if I pay for half (MORE THEN HALF) of a present, I want to be there when the person gets it. So I flipped her off a bit and then was all IT WAS FROM ME TOO. Cos I could just imagine my Dad all Olivia didn't give me a present. bla bla bla. Not that he appreciates presents or ever says thankyou:

Me: wheres the present Anna?
Anna: I already gave it to him
Me: *flips her off a bit* Yeah it was from me too
Dad: I know. I wanted Tin Snips
Me: Well you shouldve asked for Tin Snips.
Dad: I didn't realise I didn't own any until this morning

**

*end of visit* Me: So did you like your present
Dad: eh.
Me: why do I ask

SLEEP TIME XX

people are late

So I'm just going to not think about uni for a few days, so far that's working.

Because I'm such a huge procrastinator I spent an unwise majority of last night trying to reload the sims onto my nana's computer, and then our computer. It failed every time and I don't know why WHICH MAKES ME MAD. Ignoring the fact that I should have been doing something more productive then playing the sims anyway, it fucks me off exponentially when technology fails because IT SHOULD WORK DAMMIT. RAAAAA.

On a completely un-mad topic, I love nice interactions with complete strangers. It makes me feel all warm and community-like. There's a family that lives on the end of my street with two little girls about 7 and 5 maybe? I don't know them, but one day I was walking back from the shop at the end of my street with Maggie and the little girls were out the front and got all excited and wanted to play with the dog so I sat on the front lawn and let them play with her for about half and hour and their dad was all you is teh nice etc. That was like probably a year ago now and this morning I was racing down to the bus stop because I was late and he was out the front and all "running late?" and I was all "lolz yeah, hope my bus hasn't gone" and he was like if it has I'll take you to school. And I was like omg thanks! Not because it wouldve bothered me to walk, but because that's just so nice considering he doesnt even know my name. I'm guessing he remembers me as that girl with the dog from a year ago, either that or his just nice to random strangers? Anyway my bus hadn't come yet so I didn't get a lift, but whatever.

^^^I wrote that all a few days ago at school. and didn't get around to posting.

And now it's Saturday and Ian and Fred are supposed to be coming around for drama like fifteen minutes ago. Losers are late. Like I can talk, if I had to leave my house to get to drama practice I would be late. When they get here I plan on being all "jesus christ late much? I've been here for like a day waiting for you" and they will be like YOU LIVE HERE. and give me a wedgie or something because we're all very mature like that.

It was my english teachers birthday on thursday. I've bitched about him on here probably a thousand times and I think he's been a repeat winner of the 'toss of the day' (which I completely forgot about until I brought Daley up right then) Basically he's a massive bitchface toss, but somewhere deep down we all like him slightly. Like about once a month instead of telling us we're going to fail and such, he's in a really good mood and chuckles and makes jokes and we go all stockholm and 'aww mr Daley'. So we found out it was his birthday and went and got a cupcake from the canteen and planned singing happy birthday. James walked in late and walked towards him with the cup cake and he just walks away all 'sit down' and james follows so Daley turns and walks the other way all 'no. sit down. carry on. you have work' It ended up looking quite hilarious, him walking backwards and forwards across the front of the classroom trying to avoid the cupcake. So then everyone breaks out in 'happy birthday' and he's all 'um no. carry on' realises we're not going to stop so walks out of the room. We still didn't stop so he came back and shut the door and didn't come back in until we we're finished, prompting us all to crack up laughing because that was the funniest shit ever. There was a timid 'thankyou, carry on, you have work' and then he kind of held the cupcake awkwardly for a bit not knowing what to do with it, sat it on the desk and proceeded to act like it wasn't his birthday.

anyway mum's all bitching at me to get the clothes for the wash and I guess I better get dressed out of the clothes I slept in before the guys get here. much love x

and they ended up tasting shit anyway

I had one of those "omg I suck at life" epiphanies last night. It all started because Joe text me all "I am registering my university application choices" and I was all "CRAP I NEED TO DO THAT"

First I had to dig through a pile of books and papers to find the letter they sent me like a week ago telling me my pin number. I then realised that those so stupid incompetent redundent government agence very helpful fuckers people hadn't bothered to put my Student ID number on there anywhere. Which is stupid as we need both numbers to log on. I bet it would've saved basically the entire state a buttload of being pissed off if they'd addressed those damn things "dear student 123456789". Stuff is forever asking for our student ID's all of a sudden and I personally havent seen mine since back at the end of year ten when we got out school certificates, so then I had to dig through 2 years worth of pile up in my room to find my stupid school certificate. Which made me damn frustrated.

So then I was all, this should be easy, I want to do Law. simple. apply for law. right? WRONG. Where do I want to do law? Because I wanted to do it at lismore but then I saw the international studies/law double at Maquarie so I should put that first and then put lismore second. Cos I won't get into Macquarie anyway. So like it'll just be like putting lismore first? But what if I get into Macquarie, and then Joe goes to lismore or armidale and I'm in Sydney, and I'll have to pay more rent in Sydney. But what if I regret not putting macquarie down? TAKE THE PLUNGE OLIVIA BE BRAVE. Maybe I should do environmental law, that sounds cool and noble and stug. but it recommends geography and I didn't do geography. but it's not required. but I suck at geography so logically I'll hate the course. but OMG there is an international business/law double at griffith. But that's in a different state so can I still apply for it through UAC? Will I really need int business? What if I go there and I don't like it? But what if I don't and I regret it? I should go to lismore cos it's only four years! But what if international business gives me more opportunity? But what if it doesn't? What if I don't get into either of those? Should I put law in armidale or just do an arts in lismore and try to change over? OHMYGOD MY LIFE IS DOOMED TO FAIL. I happened to be texting Eleanor at this point in time and was all ohokcool.btw I SUCK AT LIFE AND THIS UNI STUFF IS SOOO CONFUSING AND IM GONNA SCREW UP AND I CANT DECIDE AND I NEED TO DO IT RIGHT NOW AND I WILL DIE SOON PROBABLY. and she was all ..uni stuff? SHIT, WHEN IS IT DUE IN I FORGOT! and I was all .....the end of september. Which was the point at which I realised that I was probably over reacting. and there was probably plenty of time. I still burst into tears when mum called and was all COME HOME FROM WORK I NEED HELP WITH MY FUTURE. and then again when Joe called.

So eventually I realised that it was like 9 or something and I hadn't eaten since work and I was hungry and also I'm a headcase and uni will just have to wait. So I was all hmm time to cook some chops and then proceeded to realise that I don't have a clue how to cook chops. So I just put them on the grill and poured some wicked awesome sweet chilli ginger and soy sauce on them (FYI: that sauce kicks arse. particularly on chops. provided you are learned in the area of cooking chops)and waited. It seemed nothing of interest was happening so I called mum:

mum: SNOBBY PLACE WHERE MY MUM WORKS THIS IS JAN *in super high false voice*
me: yo
mum: oh hi *normal voice*
me: *routinely cracks up at the voice change* um, i dont know how to cook chops
mum: .....? under the grill? Do you pay any attention to what I do?
me: Yeah I know that but what do you do?
mum: put them under the grill. and then put some oil on and then put some sauce on.
me: yeah, I already put the sauce on
mum: well just put some oil on now. And then turn them after awhile.
me: turn them?
mum: yeah you know..over..
me: RIGHT! I knew there was something I should have been doing. kbye.

end phone call.
approximately 30 seconds later.

mum: SNOBBY PLACE WHERE MY MUM WORKS THIS IS JAN
me: uh. what oil do I use?
mum: the stuff in the yellow bottle.
me: cool. can I go to city to surf again tomorow?
mum: why?
me: Because I found and booked our accomadation and found all our train times and checked in and everything all myself and I felt competent. and I miss that right about now.

Well not right now. last night. Right now I miss sleep because after being all emotional about ridiculous things I eventually realised that I needed to fix my religion speech and didn't go to bed till way too late. goddam. xLivehh

suck it, daycrew.

I said I'd finish talking about city2surf but I'm pretty much over it.. in short, we ran, it was sooo cold at the end yet sooo hot during the race..it's 14km and we took 119minutes..so basically 2 hours. which we were pretty happy with. as we are teh amatuers.

I worked most of today, so therefore this will probably end up being entirely a work-bitch post.

Firstly, all of the people working there, are living existentialism. There are a few people who are actually interesting to talk to, and then the people that I know outside of work, but so many people I have the same conversation with EVERY single week. "omg I am so hungover. I hooked up with two guys last night" yes. yes you did. like you do every saturday night, apparently. "ergh I am so tired I started at 3am!" of course you did, like you do every sunday, even though you're not rostered to start until 4.30. So don't expect me to feel sympathy for you when you chose to start early. "OMG I worked 13 hours yesterday, kill me, it's my day off!" then don't come in. there is a cult of hour-dropping "i did 13" "i started at 4.30" "i had close last night" I don't feel sympathy for any of them. You choose to do those hours, no one forces you too, and you do it because you like it and you like the attention. It's virtually impossible to get fired from that place. I work one shift a week, I haven't been fired, nor has mcDonalds collapsed. So, I don't care. I don't tell you what time I started or how many hours Ive done, so don't tell me. I don't care.

There are day-crew people and there are schoolies. Lately day-crew have been trying this them and us thing. And it's really lame. like "omg you guys don't follow proceedure you would never last on day crew hahaha" "if you schoolies weren't slack and no-showed your shifts we wouldn't have to be here" etc. Seriously guys, don't start that. Because you can't win. and also we don't care. If you're daycrew, your life is working at mcdonalds. We go to school, we intend on getting cooler jobs, we don't take this job seriously. You're probably going to spend the rest of your life working at mcDonalds. I'm not going to judge anyone for that, but don't try to make out that we are lower then you. And really, we don't take not being able to last on daycrew as an insult.

Lastly, customers, get the fuck over caring so much about fast food. I know in rushes we fuck things up, and I know the food is gross, and I know it's meant to be fast and it isn't always. But should it really ruin your day? And don't try to make it ruin mine because it won't. I understand genuine complaints, I don't care if you complain about these things, I don't care if you bring your food back cos it's cold or wrong. But when you have to wait 3minutes on fries and I'm not the person who served you and I ask if you've been served, you don't need to yell at me about how long you've waited. You can tell me nicely and I'll follow it up but save the tantrum for someone else. And then when you tell me what you ordered and I realise that the wrong burger is on your tray and swap it, thanks will suffice. Not eyerolling and telling me how fucking incompetent we all fucking are and how you regret fucking coming here. I'm glad you fucking regret it fucker, don't come back. I didn't put the wrong burger there. and to yet another fucker..if you order a small nuggets meal you will get a small nuggets meal. It is not the same as a happy meal. If you meant a happy meal and just got confused all you need to do is explain this. I will change the meal and I won't bother adjusting the price. You don't need to huff and sigh and bitch and demand. you ordered the wrong thing. check the menu bitch. And I was only on counter for like half an hour today, sheesh. it makes me love kitchen so much when I get back in there.

anyway. I needed to get that out. Now to the evergrowing pile of study shit. guh. xx

I've been terrible at updating of recent, mainly because of school and this damn HSC thing.



Society and Culture majors finally went in and now there's 3 weeks till Drama pracs (SHITTT!!) and every other subject seems intent on bucketting us with either study or assesments. guh. but enough on the whinge..



CITY2SURF ON THE WEEKEND!!



It was awesome fun :). Jack and I caught the early train down on Saturday and spent the day frollicking in Sydney. Ok so we spent most of the day on a train, some of the day sleeping and the remaining segment frollicking in Sydney. By the time we'd walked to Hyde Park from central to grab our race packs (Me: lets go grab a train to hyde Jack: it's like 2 blocks away! we can walk! Me: or we could take a 4 minute train ride and be there in 4 minutes... Jack: *wins and then complains about walking*), walked back to Paddys to eat at an awesome food court that I FUCKING SWEAR was there, but wasn't, and then went looking through shops for double sided sticky tape we were kinda like fuck this and went and slept for 2 hours. (hey we had to get up early!!) Oh and I got hit on by a bum. Which was kinda funny and kinda ew. I mean I wonder if that ever works?



"So do you come here often? to this..park bench?"



the youth hostel we stayed in was really nice. There were four beds in the room but only three of us but no one else was checked into the room when we checked in. At 9 we headed over to central to meet Shane's train, grabbed some Hungry Jacks and went back. We stood in the room for a few minutes and then Shane was all "whose bag is that?" and pointed to a random bag we had all pretty much walked over and not noticed. So we were all "uhhhh...I dont know?" And then Jack was like "omg that bed is made!! ....and been slept in?" Which cracked us up because 1) why did we not notice the made bed first? and 2) how do you check in, make your bed, nap and then leave in like 3o minutes?



So that became the amusement for the night. Shane saw the name Andrew written on the bag so they started reffering to him as if they knew him, like:



Shane: I'm bored let's go out

Jack: what if Andrew comes?

Me: Don't call him that!

Shane: it's his name!

Me: yeah and he's going to come in and your going to be like, hey andrew and he will be like omg stalker!

Jack: omg can we be like "hi andrew, what's your name"

Me: no!


Shane's nagging us to go out eventually won me over because I've always wanted to see whether I can get away with pretending I'm 18 at pubs, and as I will be 18 soon, time is limited. This outnumbered Jack so we ended up going to a random pub at the end of the block, which seemed like a good idea originally but we walked in and everything was really quite, and everybody looked up at us. resisting the temptation to be all fuck this and bail out I tried to put on my best "hello I am 18" look. which probably just made me look constipated. Seconds after sitting down the bouncer was all over us all ID! and Jack and Shane were all *flashes licences* and I was all "onoz I left my ID at the hotel!" obviously not to convincingly because he gave me a your a dickhead look and was all "No ID no booze" so I guess fail. We got over it pretty soon after that cos there were security out front of most of the bars and as Jack rationalised, none of us actually wanted to drink.

We got back and went to sleep after several conversations along the lines of "omg where is andrew" "he'll be so tired tomorow!" "yeah but he had that nap" etc. He ended up coming in at like midnight. and then repeatedly getting up and down which woke me up so I then I had to go pee and I was all "hey by the way! I'm Olivia" and he's all "Hi I'm Andrew!" which made me want to laugh. And basically had a conversation with him at like 1.30am about powerpoints and what time we were getting up. Then he was gone when we woke up. Jack maintains he doesn't exist, as he never actually saw him. I write this blog in a testament to Andrew's existence!

This blog is getting way long and I need to do stuff, so I will mention one more thing and leave the rest till later...

Breakfast at the hostel was one of those pay this much and get options thingies. So the options were like "tea or coffee" etc.

Now tea or coffee makes sense, because I doubt anyone would want to drink coffee and tea. But then there was "Orange Juice or Muesli Bar" wtf?? You don't drink a muesli bar or drink orange juice so that just weirded me out. We ended up getting both in exchange for not having tea or coffee which was all yays!

I'll talk about the actual race tomorow..xx