Wednesday, December 24, 2008

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!!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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

Saturday, December 13, 2008

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