Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
- 1 free Boost juice paper.
- 1 pair of lost leg warmers.
- 1 dead cricket.
- 1 New Zealand sheep hiding under a bed.
- 9 pairs of shoes to pick up as well as 1 odd shoe carried down from our weekend trip to the Sunshine Coast.
- 3 pairs of socks.
- Uncountable clothes to pick up.
- 1 black-and-red tie.
- 1 nailpolish bottle.
- 2 duffle bags.
- 2 hairbrushes.
- Lots of bobby-pins (belonging to Emily I might add).
- 2 Chinese pillows.
It's taken Emily 2-3 weeks for those items to gather. I, of course, have cleaned up my room in this time...just not...properly.
Well, it's clean now, and just in time for holidays on Thursday!
Sunday, 28 March 2010
54 hours away.
14-15 hours of them were sleep.
24 of those hours were travelling.
- and the rest of those included eating, sleeping, talking, and everything else that took up our time.
It's not the sleep bit, that I can handle. It's the 24 hours of travelling.
My backside is incredibly sore and the rest of me is stiff which explains why I'm hunched over the keyboard typing like a mad scientist.
My schedule went something like:
Listen to music.
Listen to music.
Watch a movie on the kindest sister's laptop.
Stop, eat something.
Get back in the car.
The wedding that we went up for was nice.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Dear People Who May Happen to Glance Upon my Blog Every Now and Again,
Hi, how are you? I'm okay.
I'm sorry that I am lazy. I've not posted much lately. Life seems to be, "school", "school", "school", and "lets go away for the weekend."
- 2 weekends ago we went camping.
- Last weekend was a birthday party/ camp out.
- This weekend coming is my cousin's wedding up in Brisbane.
- Next weekend is my Youth's 'Easter Camp.'
- The weekend after that is 2ND week of Easter holidays, Emily and I are going to Bourke.
So, yes. That's my excuse for being lazy and not writing more.
What have I been doing lately?
- I am bravely trying to read Lord of the Rings, with the temptation that I can watch the movie at the end.
- Emily and I entered into the Dubbo Eisteddfod that will happen in June, I think. I entered into-
- Piano Duet with Emily
- Bible Reading, Jeremiah 34, 1-7. (A few hard-to-pronounce names there: Lachish? Azekah? Zedekiah? Any idea on pronunciation?)
- Prose Reading, 13-15 years, Approx 175 words from “The Outsiders” by S E Hinton, “Tomorrow when the War Began” by John Marsden, or “All the Rivers Run By” by Nancy Cato.
- Sight Reading, Preparation Time, 1 Minute.
- Duologues- Own Choice, Excerpt from any play, Time limit: 3. (With Emily)
So that'll keep me busy too.
- There was a little bit of Op shopping last week. I got a really nice dress for $4.50. ;D
- I'm watching The Merchant of Venice with Mum and Emily.
- I'm continuously getting a little weirded out by my family. Right now they're singing 'Smelly Cat' in the kitchen. Look it up on youtube when you're done this and you'll see why I'm concerned.
Now, I had better get ready for school. I'll see you when I see you,
Thursday, 18 March 2010
The priests, the warriors, the many wives and children, fell upon their knees, their foreheads pressed to the cold floor of the chamber. Taharka heard again the voice of the sun priest.
“Taharka, child of the god, rise.”
He was trembling. What did it mean? What had happened? Was he to be punished now? His hands were being crossed upon his breast. Something cold and smooth was being pressed into them. It was the golden wand of the god.
“Take possession of the land, Taharka, soul of the hawk, beautiful child of Ra, son of the sun, bringer of the Nile, Lord of Kush, Great God of Napata and Meroe, and Pharaoh of Egypt.”
Taharka had become a god.
Prince Taharka, son of a Bantu slave girl, has become god and Pharaoh of Egypt. Taharka thinks at first that it is a mistake; it is Prince Shabataka who was expected to be god; not him.
But now, as Lord of Kush, Taharka must learn the ways of the god. He must marry Shepnu, the priestess of Thebes, and he must also protect himself from Prince Shabataka who will plot to take over what he considers his rightful throne.
When he is proclaimed a pretender by his own brother, he must run away from all that he has ever known.
He has already met up with dangers such as poison and murder, but now he must meet up with the peril of the outside world, such as the powerful Assyrian leader, Sennacherib.
This fictitious story uses historical events from the time of the Egyptian history in 700 BC and will be enjoyed by readers 11+.
Another story by Joanne Williamson is the best-selling book ‘Hittite Warrior.’
Saturday, 13 March 2010
First there was the setting up of tents. I was paired with Kaity, and Emily was paired with Angela. The tent on the left is the one that Kaity and I did, or at least tried to do.
As you can see, Mum and Dad just sat back and watched while Kaity and I sweated and pulled and tried to keep the tent from blowing away.
A smug Angela and Emily.
And then the rest of us arrived and it started all over again.
And then we had to start a fire...
And were finally rewarded with a glorious sunset.
...All the things that live in it.
We spent the time with music...
Model shot: I like this picture, even though I look like I'm in pain.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
I really don't know why I'm blogging at the moment when I have nothing of real interest to say. Normally, when put in this position, I just post a book review, a daybooke, a diary entry, or something I got off the Internet.
Today is just a post.
And nothing more.
And nothing less.
I was going to post about the Trojan War, a war that I've been learning about for school and for pleasure.
Last night, I was a teeny, tiny, bit braggy about how much I knew of Greek history and The Trojan Horse.
I could tell it backwards.
I could tell it backwards rhyming.
"That would make a good blog post."
So I was going to post about the war, not backwards and rhyming, but about the war nevertheless. I even did a little draft last night, but then gave up because there was too much to tell.
So now I am just talking, about nothing in particular. There is no theme here. No story that I am getting to. Just talking. (In case you were wondering, "Erm, what exactly the point of this blog?")
We are going camping tomorrow. Hammocks, campfires, (hopefully) marshmallows, the whole enchilada (thank you, Hannah!).
Hmmm, in more news....
- Kylie is coming home in around three months! :)
- Emily and I are going to Bourke for Easter!
- I'm finally getting a little bit of scrapbooking done...
- I got a fantastic hair straightner for my birthday...!
And that's about it. I'm sorry if I've bored you to death.
If you make it to the end, please comment. ;)
Sunday, 7 March 2010
A blonde made several attempts to sell her old car.
She was having a lot of problems finding a buyer because the car had 340,000 miles on it. She discussed her problem with a brunette that she worked with at a bar.
The brunette suggested, "There may be a chance to sell that car easier, but it's not going to be legal."
"That doesn't matter at all," replied the blonde. "All that matters it that I am able to sell this car."
"Alright," replied the brunette. In a quiet voice, she told the blonde: "Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldn't be a problem to sell your car."
The following weekend, the blonde took a trip to the mechanic on the brunette's advice. About one month after that, the brunette saw the blonde and asked, "Did you sell your car?"
"No!" replied the blonde. "Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on it."
You Can't, I'll Die!
A blonde goes into the beauty and hair parlor with her walkman on her head.
"I need to take that walkman off your head," says the beauty specialist as she notices the blonde.
"You can't! I'll die!" retorts the blonde.
"I can't cut your hair with the walkman on your ears!" says the beauty specialist getting annoyed."
I said you can't take it off, or I'll die!"
The beauty specialist, outraged and flustered, grabs the walkman and throws it off the head of the blonde. Within seconds, the blonde dies. When the specialist picks up the walkman to listen, she hears it repeating "breath in, breath out, breath in".
A blonde reports for her university final exam which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails. Within thirty minutes she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still working furiously.
During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening.
"I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies. "Now I'm rechecking my answers."
Are You Really Sure?
A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"
In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."
Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt and I'm blonde.
The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player.
The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler.
Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"
The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."
Thursday, 4 March 2010
I hate waking up by alarms.
For the past two mornings I've tried to do it.
The first time I:
Set it carefully for the correct time.
Put the tune on 'Melody.'
And lay it next to bed, on my dresser table.
I woke up about half-an-hour before the alarm was to go off, so I snuggled back down for another try at sleeping.
I had just gotten into that period of sleeping really lightly, I was having a weird dream about astronomy and traintracks....
When this loud, thumping, bell of an alarm went off.
It is the most annoying tune and couldn't even be classed as a 'Melody.'
I woke so suddenly I was shaking.
My view was shaking.
And when I reached out to turn off the alarm, I couldn't....
Because my hands were shaking.
I swore never again, but was slightly tempted the next night when I saw you could simply put it on 'Vibrate.'
No thumping 'melody' , just quiet vibrate.
So I did it.
Against my better judgement.
Once again I woke up earlier than I was supposed to. I almost tried to stay awake so that I would not have to go through the pain of an alarm again, even if it was only vibrate.
I fell back asleep.
Imagine: Warm, under the covers, surrounded by pillows, dreaming of a nice scene. Suddenly, that nice scene starts shaking, like there's an earthquake.
You wake up suddenly.
The stupid phone is vibrating.
You go to turn it off, but because of the sudden wake up, you're vibrating too.
I hate alarms.
Never, ever, again.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
My Vacation: A Day in the life of Barney, By Barney
This is me. Barney. The poor, neglected dog that has been left behind by my owner to people who smack me if I am a little bit bad.
The little blonde girl fed me.
Played with the blue, round ball that I found in the yard.
It looks a bit different now, as if someone has taken hold of it and pulled off little shreds.
Hopefully they won't notice.
I found shelter where I could while the little, white dog sat curled up and cosy inside the house.
Didn't feel very happy.
I wanted to play so I jumped up on the door and barked.
They shot me with a water sprayer and told me to be quiet.
The blonde headed girl came out with a little box (they call it a camera) to take pictures of me. I kept jumping up on her to get a better look at the box.
She said I was ruining the photos and she went inside and left me by myself.
Played with the blue ball.
It didn't look very good when I was done. It had no air.
I had a good look at it to see where the hole was.
Couldn't find it.
Bet they blame it on me.
3:00 to 4:00
Played, barked, got shot with a water pistol.
This is me. Barney.
People describe me as annoying and jumpy, but I am really very cute. Adorable even.
Much nicer than that no-good, unsociable, white fluffball.