To my poor neglected blog...

I offer a humble apology for my complete lack of posts since the beginning of the holidays. I haven't felt very blog-gy and also have been a bit busy. Here is a quick rundown of everything smooshed into little sections:


Ages ago from now, and soon after last post:
Liam took me sailing down at Hastings on his cute little hobie 16 (a catamaran). It began with a sleep over in which I got like no sleep cause his bed is like a rock and then bright and early the whole family plus me and Kat (Marianna's older sister) went to the yacht club. It took us around 2 hours to set up the hobie as well as their other boat (ARGHHHHH) and then we took it down the ramp into what we though was water and sand. Bron, Kat and myself ended up being stuck thigh high in this thick black mud while Liam tried to get the main sail up. We endured much yelling and panicking for 20 minutes before the sail got up and Liam and I managed to actually get through the sludge. SAILING IS SO AMAZING! I now understand why Liam raves about it so much. It well and truly is such a great hobby, speeding through the water, a lovely breeze and the thrill of having to control the speed and sails.... I thought all of that until we capsized and I got partially trapped beneath the sail. We got the hobie back up in under two minutes which was good and then decided to head back to the club... That took us about an hour because the wind decided to hate us and make life difficult. I went home with scratches and bruises all over my body.
So much fun!!


Slightly more recent:
Mum, Dad and I made the seven hour trip to Merimbula (south NSW coast) and spent the next week walking around, shopping, eating and swimming. Don't really have anything interesting to tell about it except that it was nice and relaxing. Oh and the rainbow lorrakeets there let you get really close with a camera. I found that amusing.


The past week:
I have done relatively nothing since we got back apart from seeing Liam because yesterday he departed for NSW. He'll be there for almost a month. (CRIES). We saw Beowulf in 3D at Knox which was surprisingly amazing apart from the glasses they make you wear which are not only supremely dorky they also make my eyes hurt. I believe Beowulf is fashioned from an old Viking tale and has dragons, blood, gore and for the boys naked-yet-obscured-by-gold Angelina Jolie. I also have moved into my new room which has been finished, along with Lucy's at the back of the still-not-completed extension. I love it. For Christmas I received a desk, bookshelf and bed-side table early because Lucy needed stuff too. From Liam I got a Batman doona cover and pillow. So cool. It makes my room look like it belongs to a 5 year old boy, but I don't care. I love comic superheroes because of the whole inking and colouring effect. Heaven. I got Liam a ukulele which he loves and has taken away with him.


Current thoughts:
Once again I am finding myself thinking "I wish I was like them", as in wishing I had certain aspects and attributes that I find appealing. One of the people that I admire and base this on is Marty Hicks. I can proudly say that I see him as one of my closest friends, and I throughly enjoy spending time with him talking about music, books, philosophy and the future even though the pockets of time in which we talk face to face seems to be diminishing. Nowadays I often find myself sitting for extended periods of time just thinking of all the things I'd do if I had the ability to do them. Create wonderful pieces of art, write poems that convey so much emotion that it leaves someone breathless or make a story that keeps the reader on the edge of their seat. I well and truly wish I could do these things but I grow disheartened as I begin to find that I don't live up to my own expectations. This all throws me into a spiral of wasted time and a growing sense of the inescapable disappointment...

Now as the actual Christmas approaches everyone is rushing around buying gifts and making food and all that bother and it makes me wonder why people laugh at the fact stores like Coles begin putting out Christmas merchandise in October. They are really just trying to do everyone a favour. Think about it...

So now I leave you with the sincere wish that you all have a lovely Christmas, enjoy all the food and the company of friends and family, and drive safely (corny I know).

-Sarah

Good evening to all on this sultry almost summer night.
I hope you are all well.

I am well, despite a lack of sleep for reasons unknown. It is now my 4th day of holidays and it is wonderful. 10 weeks of freedom away from school, perfect. I have not done much really apart from seeing family and relatives and then seeing Liam today, and coincidently Marty, Jordan, Leigh, Hayden, Scott and Sean as well on the train. Liam and myself traipsed into the city to look for a kite for kite surfing but didn't find any so we went to Trampoline which has the best ice cream/gelati. I advise you all to go there, it is along South Bank. We also went to Suga and bought a bag each of a large hunk of offcuts which taste just as good as the expensive good stuff.
I got passion fruit and Liam got grapefruit. Wow. Fruit is a really weird word to spell.

I don't have many plans for the holidays so far apart from going away with Mum and Dad to Merimbula and then to Albury with Lucy. It'll be fun to get away from Melbourne for a while. I am thinking I will just take each day as it comes, and hopefully write some poetry and draw/paint a lot. If anyone wants to see what I've done just check out my DeviantArt page at http://scottish-gardeners.deviantart.com/. I may put a few poems into here if I feel like it.

Strangely enough I don't think I have anything to rant about except my predicament of which maths to do next year. Methods of further. It'll be resolved tomorrow cause I am going to find out my exam result and then I have my subject confirmation.

I will hopefully update fairly regularly and put in some interesting stuff but I am too tired to now.
Toodle-pip.

-Sarah

Song of the post: Blue Light - Bloc Party

General Catch-up

Hello out there to the world of Blogs.

I've been a bit busy as of late, with exams appearing close on the horizon and the extension of our house almost finished.

School-wise I have learned to loathe literature with an intense passion, so much so that I am replacing it with psychology next year. Apart from the fact I hate Ms Robert's I've come to realise that I'm only good at poetry analysis and I suck at everything else. It's kind of depressing because I thought I excelled at lit and then to realise that it's one of my worst subjects makes it horrible. I don't even like it. I don't care about it anymore. Although it has allowed me to discover an amazing poet, William Wordsworth. He was a romanticist and a nature poet and he is just a master of words. I'll put part of one of his poems at the end of the post.
Other than literature everything seems to be going well. I'm worried about my health 3/4 exam because there is just so much to remember. It's very daunting.

Ummm... I'm not really sure what else to write except that I cannot wait until summer holidays. I am planning to write and paint/draw until my heart is content. I really feel like I need it although I probably don't. Sorry for the shortness guys. I'll try and write a longer one soon.

The Prelude - Book One (Selected lines.

One summer evening (led by her) I found
          A little boat tied to a willow tree
          Within a rocky cave, its usual home.
          Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in             
          Pushed from the shore. It was an act of stealth
          And troubled pleasure, nor without the voice
          Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on;
          Leaving behind her still, on either side,
          Small circles glittering idly in the moon,
          Until they melted all into one track
          Of sparkling light. But now, like one who rows,
          Proud of his skill, to reach a chosen point
          With an unswerving line, I fixed my view
          Upon the summit of a craggy ridge,                         
          The horizon's utmost boundary; far above
          Was nothing but the stars and the grey sky.
          She was an elfin pinnace; lustily
          I dipped my oars into the silent lake,
          And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat
          Went heaving through the water like a swan;
          When, from behind that craggy steep till then
          The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge,
          As if with voluntary power instinct,
          Upreared its head. I struck and struck again,              
          And growing still in stature the grim shape
          Towered up between me and the stars, and still,
          For so it seemed, with purpose of its own
          And measured motion like a living thing,
          Strode after me. With trembling oars I turned,
          And through the silent water stole my way
          Back to the covert of the willow tree;
          There in her mooring-place I left my bark,--
          And through the meadows homeward went, in grave
          And serious mood; but after I had seen                     
          That spectacle, for many days, my brain
          Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
          Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts
          There hung a darkness, call it solitude
          Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes
          Remained, no pleasant images of trees,
          Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
          But huge and mighty forms, that do not live
          Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
          By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.    

William Wordsworth.


Thank you and goodnight.

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Now playing: Plain White T's - Write You A Song
via FoxyTunes     

Our generation is lost.

This will only be a short post.
Marty has once again inspired me. He tends to do that a lot.

The idea that our generation of teens is very superficial and take away things of meaning to the few of us who do not follow the trends of spelling words with only consonants or abbreviating a series of words into letters such as 'hru' or 'ily'. Marty was right in saying that the meaning of the word love has been so stretched and disfigured that nowadays it doesn't mean a lot to say to someone that you love them. I can admit I used to be like that and I am so glad that I have moved on and hopefully matured.

Low cut tops, short skirts and mini shorts are continuously in fashion no matter how hideous they can look. The more skin the better apparently, news to me. I used to think I had to dress like that to fit in and it disgusts me. Even though it may not be so obvious but there is always that subtle peer pressure to fit in and conform with the trends and unfortunately I wasn't as strong willed as I am now. Although I still get that twinge of wondering what I would be like if I had followed the path that the majority seems to follow. I know I wouldn't have met such great people, whom I am friends with now. I know many people who have gone with the pack but do not actually realise it would openly and naively deny it. I find it very sad that people need to dress like that to feel beautiful or get attention. If only they could open their eyes to see that a lot of people do care about personality and confidence. Oh well. They'll eventually figure it out and hopefully sooner rather than later.

Right now, I am craving Liam. I haven't seen him since last Tuesday and we have only been able to speak for 5 minutes on the phone once because he is in Sydney and out of range. It's driving me nuts.

-Sarah

Listening to: Red Rabbits - The Shins

To a fresh beginning.

I do not know how this blog will turn out.
I am assuming it will probably die out like my previous one which has now been deleted and is well on its way to BlogHeaven.
Although I do have hopes that it will succeed.
Now, this little blog has been started because of the inspiration from Marty who has managed to keep his blog going for a very, very long time so kudos to Marty!
I love his blog.
So read it if you read mine.
*Angry face*.
I don't really know what will end up in here.
I hope it is worthwhile.

Today is the first Thursday of the September holidays and so far I have done nothing exciting. I kind of prefer it that way. There are so many people who pile up so many social gatherings and so forth over the holidays and they never really get a time to relax before going back to school.
Not doing much gives me time to think and attempt to sort out some of my life's confusion. And also to listen to music and read. Right now I am absolutely in love with Joe Hisaishi's film music which he has written for Studio Ghibli film's. To name the movie soundtracks I have by him:
Porco Rosso
Howl's Moving Castle
Spirited Away
Laputa - Castle in the Sky
Kiki's Delivery Service
Princess Mononoke
My Neighbor Totoro
Whisper of the Heart
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind
They all have such beautiful music. Wondrous really, so very expressive. I am yet to see all of the actual films but I am hoping to steal them from Marty to watch. I also want to see the new one 'Tales from Earthsea'.

I have a lot of homework I'm supposed to do over the two weeks given but I haven't done much. Today I slaved away over my maths and have it almost finished but the thing I'm putting off mainly is my Health & Human Development revision. There is so much and I can barely remember what we did at the start of the year. Ahhhh. Stupid VCAA, why not have midyear exams. I hate you VCAA.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a hermit and live somewhere deserted, no human contact or new technology. To be self-reliant is something many people say they are but you are never truly self-reliant until you actually take that step away from society and do it all by yourself. I doubt that most of today's youth would actually be able to do that. We do not learn how to cope on our own, having to feed ourselves without going to the local Coles or Safeway and buying premade meals that you heat up in the microwave. If society fails due to war or any number of other things we have generations of people who have no knowledge on how to survive. I can understand how they think it will not happen but as we become more and more advanced we have more and more risk of beginning a war or bringing ourselves to extinction. I don't know how to fix it, or if we'd ever actually need to know all that but it's just a thought.

Well I'd best be off, maths and chemistry tutor will be arriving soon and so I return to evil forces of algebra and redox reactions.

Song of the Post: The Legend of Ashitaka Theme - Princess Mononoke OST

-Sarah