Converse

I took these pictures awhile ago on our year12 retreat, and I was looking at one of my friend's myspaces and saw them, so I figured I'd post them up here. The last one was a little rushed because my assistant principle was all, go to bed! and I was all one more!! let me play!! so many converse shoes in one location!! and she was all *exasperatedly glares*. Also there is a gumboot in one of them. Which is very symbolic and contains deep meaning. It wasn't because I ran out of converse shoe's. xxLivi

how Ironical

Wanna know what's Ironic?

When you rip someone (your english teacher) off constantly (not to their face of course) about using a non existant and clearly grammatically incorrect term (Ironical) laughing at the Irony of someone specialising in english messing up english. Then you realise that the word actually exists, so in fact you are the
one(/s) that are being grammatically incorrect.

Ironical

Wanna know what's irritating? of course you do. When news headlines are totally misleading. There was this headline on my homepage when I opened it just before and it was all "Pell open to abuse apology from Pope" and I was all omg wicked awesome, because in my head some awesome thing happened in which the pope abused pell (head bishop guy of Sydney) and now its all, bitch please. Like Pell was like, yo pope-ikins, that hat is damn fugly! fizzle. and the Pope's all :O how dare you! *punches him down* take that! pope hats FTW! and then Pell is like, hey media, I demand an apology! Like logically, it wasn't going to be that dramatic, but I imagined a kind of watered down version of some kind of controversy like that.

So anyway, I read it and it was just Pell saying that "the door was open" for the pope to apologise to people that had been sexually abused by members of the clergy.
Which is really kinda boring in comparison. And not at all breaking news, because we all know about the people that got abused by clergy people. It kinda seems a cop out anyway, like I'm sure it's the right thing for the pope to do, but part of me just thinks its all a bit diplomatic. I really doubt that the pope cares all that much to be honest, he's not going to be apologising out of the caringness of his heart, he's just going to be apologising because he should, and it's his position. And I doubt that's going to mean anything to the people that were messed with by priests. And you could kind of follow why it would be an empty apology, it's not like the pope actually did anything, some priests being complete sick fucks is really messed up, but I don't think it had anything to do with some old german guy. That's just my opinion, and i guess theres no harm in him apologising so whatever.

I'm at school at the moment, because my religion exam just ended and I have time to kill before my economics teacher gets here to talk to me about economics. which should be joyful. I don't know why I chose to do an online subject but it definately involved a grave over-estimation of my own organisational skills. Mr Core has been going on about coming down here to meet up with all us "Hunter students" for like, ever. And he wanted to do it on any of a variety of dates which all fell in my schools exam period. Which to be honest, didn't bother me at all, because economics is boring. very boring. So I was like, damn, I can't come if it is those dates, I have exams. And he kept mentioning it and I kept replying the same as above, because I can't very well go to newcastle for an economics meeting on a day when I should be sitting one of my trials, as they are kinda going towards my Uni mark. This would have been a very nice coincidence, in which I have to spend no time going over the economics work, which being my worst subject is probably not going to be counted anyway. But no, he emailed my librarian and they worked out for him to come here after my exam. Which major sucks. Well it's nice, and probably helpful, but I reserve the right to whine about being stuck at school.

Also, what is with a 20mark question on Christian Marriage? Who can talk about Christian Marriage for that long? Not me. The two 6 mark questions on Jewish Ethics and Moses Maimonides totalled a lot longer of a response then the huge one on Christian Marriage.

The problem with getting up going straight to an exam, writing in silence for, like ever, and then coming straight to write a blog is that it leaves little to write about. One is limited when undertaking an exam, in their ability to encounter a toss of the day, make witty observation or become particularly outraged at anything or anyone in particular. Furthermore, One is not even left the opportunity to do something of notable stupidity, beyond stupid exam mistakes, which are boring. It's a conspiracy my fellow blogging friends, this rising movement of exams has a sadistic hidden purpose, set on destroying blogs forever!! We will make a stand!!

err, economics guy is here, have to make that stand later xLivi

freaking baptists

Ok, so I have epically failed in my study regime this weekend. And I figure that the reason must be that I haven't written a blog. (I don't really figure that, I just wanted to write a blog because study can bite me)

It was mine and Joey's 6 month on Friday (well actually saturday, but we pretended it was friday, because it was more convenient) So he came over for the day after exams, and even though we fully intended to study, we ended up just hanging out and watching Haarp and having and awesome day. But anyway, cos Joey's totally freaking awesome he bought me the how I met your mother season 2 DVD and some lindt chocolates and i was like OMGORGASM!!
And so naturally most of my weekend has been spent watching only the awesomest show in the universe. Because, you know, it's awesome! And I got up to like the last 5 minutes of the last episode and my mum came in all up in my face about something and I was all the fuck, how i met your mother! except, I obviously don't swear at my mother. Ok so i do sometimes, but only when I'm really mad, so not then. And she was all ra!! I am ruining your life monster!! And proceeded to ruin my life by turning the tv off and fucking off with the remotes so I was kinda up the creek without the proverbial paddle in terms of watching the end of the season. Which goddamn is frustrating! Because, I know i know what happens at the end as we're well into the third series, but I hadn't actually seen that episode.

So anyway, mum and Anna went out to Stephen's mums for lunch today but I stayed at home so I could procrastinate about studying and she took the goddam remotes with her!! well, either that or she hid them very very well. And usually I can find the shit my mum hides, like the pens. Seriously Mum, I NEED PENS FOR SCHOOL. What's with that. So I have had a very very frustrating day. Because you can only play the dvd without the remote, you cant fastforward, select episodes or anything so I had to let the whole disc play through just to see the last 5 minutes of the season. Which I knew the plotline of anyway, but it bugs me too much to leave anything like that without finishing it.

Ok so new segment for my blog. Stupid thing Olivia did today.

My cousin Stacey is currently in Chile at the moment, cos she's been travelling around America for like 8 months and now she's staying with my Aunty who lives in chile. Anyway, I walked over to the computer with a nice refreshing glass of orange juice and noticed that Skype was flashing and there was a message from Stacey and in my excitement to type back I somehow forgot I was holding a glass of Orange Juice and just went to reply as if I had nothing in my hands. Logically, the glass dropped and Orange juice went EVERYWHERE. seriously. Computers are the worst things to try and get clean because it got in like all the spaces between the keys on the keyboard, and all over all my written work for extension english which kinda made me want to cry. And I'm not even joking when I said it went everywhere, I think someone needs to rewrite the laws of gravity because when you spill Orange Juice it doesn't head straight for the ground, it circles the whole fucking room, rubbing some of its sluttish self on every surface it can find. operator can I please get a direct line to Isaac Newton? No, not Iraq, Isaac. Yes I know newtown isn't in Iraq. No I don't want Newtown Sydney. Oh fuck it, fucking indian tele-companies.

I was browsing the internet as I usually do when I'm bored, Joey always asks me how I end up at places when I tell him about them, and I'm like I DONT KNOW. i just link and link and google and google and link and end up somewhere funny like a baby naming site or something. I don't keep a roadtrip log. But back to the point, I was reading something about The Duggars and people's comments on them, and it got me thinking, goddam American's are way more accepting then Australian's. Well actually, maybe it's just American's are way more accepting then me. I don't have any problems with people who are religious, or the way people choose to live their lives, but well, ok I do have a problem with the way people live their lives when they have 92847594387 children, homeschool them and raise them as identical twins socialising with a very small circle of select family friends all sleeping in two bedrooms. I'm sorry, but I think that's messed up. You might think birth control is wrong, but what I think is more wrong is neglecting children, and I really don't think it's possible that any two people, could have close loving relationships with 18 children, I don't think that they could possible find the time or energy to get to know their children, show them that they love them and bond with them. I think it's wrong when older children are expected to look after their younger siblings and do housechores instead of enjoying being kids. I think it's wrong that children don't get to experience going to school, which is about more then getting an education, it's about becoming socialised, and becoming and individual outside of your family. And what I HATE more then anything is religious superialism.

The Duggar's get up there and go on about God and how freaking awesome he is, and how great they are because they are doing what god wants and they are just freaking awesome like that with their 52 identical babies and freaking evangelise it like theres no tomorow, and that shits me off. Everyone has their own beliefs, and it's nobodies place to go around sprouting a holier-than-thou attitude trying to convert left right and centre. That fucks me off. Baptist Freaks.

This guy who is an arrogant paedophyllic jerk my uncle. Built his own church, because he is puritanical like that. Now what fucks me off is that he goes around at family events, preaching his bullshit and bragging about how god freaking awesome he is at being godly, and how he goes to africa and the middle of australia on these jesus missions, cos he's just that awesome. and godly. Yet, when my Opa (grandpa to the power of dutch) was sick, him and his wife were nowhere to be seen, it was the drinking cussing satanists that were there for him, nursing him day and night. When my uncle had a stroke and rung my godly uncle, because he lived closest, Godly uncle said to stroke-having uncle, well damn you sound fine, you can drive yourself to the hospital because I have church. Yeah that fucks me off. Be religious if you want, but don't shove it down peoples throats, and get your priorities right.

I have probably bored you all to death bitching, but hey I got it off my chest, hope your not asleep. xxLivi

I'm not even going to speak about the Maths exam

because i procrastinate..

did you know?

the tongue of a blue whale is as long as an elephant the fuck!?!?! how does that work? that'd be some mad making out

the guy who played bugs bunny (the voice, not the bunny, there was no bunny) was allergic to carrots ahaha Irony, the most pleasing of all the language devices

about 50 bibles are sold every minute holy wow, who is buying them?

I mean I know all the cults seem to be loaded, but they arent allowed technology, they should have to rewrite their bibles. None of this printing business. Printing, what is printing? What industrial revolution?
I bet they're predominantly sold to people with kinky twisted incestuos fetishes. I don't think the incest porn market is particularly raging. Seriously though, has anyone read that bit with Lot and his horny freudian daughters. And he must have been a liking it too, I mean he did get drunk again the next night. Don't tell me he didn't remember it, I'd like to see an alcohol powerful enough to erase the memory of rooting your own daughter.

now THIS is the bit which really amused me, furthemore, The Bible, the world's best-selling book, is also the world's most shoplifted book.

AHA! Ima steal me some righteousness!! ok so lets see..though shalt not steal. Shit.

Moving on, mum and I went for coffee after exams today ( I don't drink coffee, she does, but saying I went for coffee sounds mature and chic, and I'm pretentious like that) Anyway, these two ladies were sitting at the table next to us, and one of them was just not shutting up. You know those people that are just, me me me me me ME me me you ME me me ME me. It was physically painful to listen to.

floral-shirted woman: And she just won't listen, and I say to her, you've got to listen and she won't but of course it's no point, it's fighting a losing battle. I said to her the other day, Mum you haven't been taking your medication! and she says yes I have I have! and I say no you havent and she says oh but I dont need it! *shakes head* losing battle, and you just wonder why you try you do, you just wonder. She's been worse of course, we've all seen her worse, why I was chatting to Mr sucks to be married to me and he agreed of course, but you just feel at your wits end! oh and we went out to my brothers oh yes he's quite the same he's completely in agreence, but he can't talk to her, just can't get the idea there! they've got a complete mind of their own!! completely! It's like talking to a brick wall!

three-tones-too-dark-panty-hose woman: m-

floral-shirted woman: completely pointless she is. See just the other day I says..

Olivia: *is pulling hair out*

I suspect she finds herself talking to a brick wall quite frequently.

Furthermore, I encountered a toss of the day yesterday.

Appointments were running behind time at the chiropractors and this girl was saying that she had to be at work at 5, like not overly worried or anything. And so Melanie the secretary was like oh ok, and then said to some other lady, excuse me mrs rectangle face do you mind if we put miss ponytail in before you, she has to be at work and mrs rectangle face was like *purses lips* oh well, I had somewhere to be too, but no no you put her in. And Melanie was all like, no no I'm very sorry, never mind. mrs rectangle: OH NO! I won't make it anyway, it's ok, I will wait, i do have to be somewhere but nevermind SELF SACRIFICE SELF SACRIFICE OH I AM WONDERFUL AND SO HARD DONE BY AND RECTANGULAR FACED. I mean it's just that when you have an appointment at 4.59 well, you just don't expect to be here at 5 do you. high false superiority laugh.

MY GOD I HATE THOSE PEOPLE

hate. hate hate. hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Either you let her go in front and shut your face about it, or you politely say you have somewhere to be and don't let her go in front and shut your face about it. Why does it have to be an attention seeking whine fest? And if you're going to let her go in front then why point out your big sacrifice, to make her feel uncomfortable? To guilt the receptionist, whose fault it obviously isn't. Fucker.

xLivi

one down, six to go

Can you believe that trials have started and I'm still posting in this blasted journal? I'll blame Joey because he hasn't sent me that drama essay, but I know I'd be on here anyway.

I watched under the Tuscan Sun last night, after I'd completely fucked up my brain with last minute study untill there was no room left for fucking up further with last minute study, and though I'm not usually the one to review films, I really enjoyed it. It was just a really good kind of feel-good movie, it followed this woman who spontaneously moved to Tuscany and bought a house, and just lightly touched on some universal issues so as to be entertainingly accurate without too much challenge. Ie. just a nice girly kind of flick. And the scenery was so beautiful, makes me want to go to Italia way bad.

English Paper One this morning, thank god it's out of the way, although I get the impression that it's probably one of the easiest papers, considering it's an entire 2 hours on the concept of the journey. I'm thinking I actually did fairly well which makes me happy, I tend to go better in exams over assesments which is super.
My real aim, apart from getting the required mark for Uni, is to beat one particular person, who I have always revelled in beating, I have no doubt that the competition is returned though neither of us would ever admit it, and the fact that lately she's been kicking my butt in everything is major ouch material. So here's hoping for this one..
Also, I take a sadistic joy in hearing people say, Ohmygod I only got 2 texts analysed when I finished all 4 of them. Yessssss.
shut up, I never said I was a nice person.

short post though this may be, I have received the essay and hence must be gone, ciao Bella's x

a plate of pickles please

I think I jinxed myself by telling that story about the carpark fiasco, fridays=subway after running with Friday Night Running Crew, and as my dog is a big exercise whore and my Pa is away leaving the burden of huge runs with me, Maggie has been coming with us, and so I have to tie her up outside subway while we eat, which I feel mega bad about because I treat my dog like a human. bite me. So thus I order her meatballs just in a salad base and take them out for her dinner. YES MY DOG EATS SUBWAY, WHATEVR. so last week it was a girl I used to play netball with and she was all lolz what the hell and laughing and whatever. And this week...the car park person was there!!
Man I didn't even know she worked at Subway, and I had to ask her for a plate of meatballs..for my dog. I don't know why that's a big deal BUT IT IS TO ME. and she was all ..a plate of pickles? Why would I want a plate of pickles? ,pre to the point, why would my dog want a plate of pickles?

It was my Oma's (Grandma to the power of dutch) birthday yesterday. I would've completely forgotten if I hadn't run into my Auntie and Uncle in McDonald's and I was all err? this isn't Parkes? And they were like, yeah we came up for the weekend for Oma's birthday. And I was like OH SHIT I...didnt forget? not at all.
Anyways then Anna rung and was like we're going out for Dinner tonight if you want to come, tonight being last night, and I was like yeah I can't cos I'd really rather spend my night with Joe then a table full of two-faced hipocrits, minus a select few I have trials. And then mum was all guilt guilt guilt. And I was like, goddamn i feel guilty. Then I rung her for her birthday:

Oma: hello
Me: Hi Oma!! Happy Birthday!!!
Oma: thankyou
Me: It's Olivia
Oma: ok, thankyou for calling darling, i love you bye
me: THE FUCK, you call that a phone conversation!?!?!

So yeah, guilt erased. I will however, share the text messages my cousin James sent to me during the night. We are each others salvation at these events and this is the only reason i regret skipping it:

Hey there it's ur cuz, who loves the ranga and where the hell are you?? I'm at the impy for Betsy and T your old man is apparently out so who know what u/joe are up 2.
about 5 minutes later And on top of that im stuck with the knob and geebe is shittier then a penguin in a desert, she is making a real scene

yeah so they cracked me up a fair bit and made me super wish that my phone wasn't fucked like a slut. seriously what the hell. Has anyone else got the new nokia and it doesnt send fucking text messages all of a sudden. Well what was the new nokia around 6 months ago, don't know if it still is. Point is. fucker!

thats all folks x

HIGH-larious

athletics carnival today! my last ever, which is both weird and kind of good. I think its my least favourite carnival, because short distance running is so blergh. my legs are too short for it or something. The 100metres is particularly complainable because its like, the gun goes and by the time I've realised we're supposed to be running everyones already at the end and im all ..eh.. jogs.
but get this, we got kicked off the 800metre race. seriously, here we are being all good and participaty and being brilliant examples for all those young impressionables and they were all meh, we don't have all day get off the course, just because we walked for a bit! I mean hello, you try running 800metres! it's stressful!
High Jump however was hi-larious. (or should i say HIGHlarious.baha.oki'llshutup)
Our school has pretty much never done high jump, but they employed a maths teacher this year who leads a secret second life as an awesome high-jumper, that wins high jump competitions and such. Athletics and maths, i know right? So I guess they then felt the need to include high jump to cure his home sickness or something. I don't know.
But none of us could even get over the lowest rung, and it looks kinda relatively easy, but then you start running at it its like holy fuck, and I dont know why, but it suddenly becomes petrifying, so theres screaming and you end up crashing into it at wacky angles. And mr math-jumper guy was all *tries to assist in our failing at life* "so which is your jumping foot?"
err *blank stare* I have a jumping foot? I mean I know I have a writing hand and all but, a jumping foot? isn't that a little extreme? next they'll be asking for my blowing nostril.
"can i have a tissue?"
"sure, are you left or right nostrilled?"
"oh im a leftie!"
"ahk you'll want this one then"

I really don't have too much time to waste because, TRIALS, so I'll finish this up, and sorry for the short reply but bite me, write your own entertainment. :) x