Monday, 27 June 2011

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I Have a Dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


You wear your mask,
the friendly smile,
your warmth and welcome
bewitches for a while –
you make the old feel young,
the short feel tall –
I wonder if behind that bright facade
is there anyone at all? …..

Monday, 20 June 2011






This is the new ad promoting a carbon tax for Australia. The third image is the Battersea Power Station, which Cate Blanchett and Michael Caton are standing behind in the ad.

Two problems:

One: The Battersea Power Station is in London.

Two: IT HAS BEEN CLOSED FOR 28 FLIPPING YEARS!!!!!!

Flopping flop I am so angry. First they try and use their million dollar celebrities to try and sell it to us, then make the assumption that carbon dioxide produced by humans is warming the planet. CO2 makes up 0.0385% of the Earth's atmosphere, and of that 0.0385%, 3% is from human contribution, the rest is occurs from nature. CO2 is invisible, unlike the big black plumes of smog they show us, and the power station they show us is not even in Australia and closed completely in 1975. What deceitful revenue raising rubbish.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9voS5MJSuM&playnext=1&list=PLA193A36C7B8AD5ED

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Isn't it funny how one person can encourage you so much? Even though they probably hate your guts, there is that unspoken connection that comes from one common goal and belief that everyone else in the world seems to snub without one scrap of substantiation, even those who you love the most. Knowing that there was one in a room of a thousand made me want to give you a great big bear hug :) ...even though you probably hate me.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Growing up is scary. I know we are still so young, but this is the first time I've been really aware of the changes that happen in such a small amount of time. Yesterday all my sisters friends were over for her birthday, they all have boyfriends, one is engaged, and the rest probably will be in the next year or two.
 It was only three years ago that they were where I am now, almost finished year 12, and hadn't even met the man they are now about to marry. It is really beautiful to see them all growing up and stuff, but it also freaks me out about my own future. What is to become of me?
I think these kids had me in mind when they wrote this :P It will probably be my future long before I will ever realise it:

My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live

But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

I hit the highway in a pink RV with stars on the ceiling
Lived like a gypsy
Six strong hands on the steering wheel

I've been a long time gone now
Maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down
But I've always found my way somehow

By taking the long way
Taking the long way around
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around

I met the queen of whatever
Drank with the Irish and smoked with the hippies
Moved with the shakers
Wouldn't kiss all the asses that they told me to

No I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

It's been two long years now
Since the top of the world came crashing down
And I'm getting' it back on the road now

But I'm taking the long way
Taking the long way around
I'm taking the long way
Taking the long way around
The long
The long way around

Well, I fought with a stranger and I met myself
I opened my mouth and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself

But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

Well, I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down
If you ever want to find me I can still be found

Taking the long way
Taking the long way around

When winter comes,
I like to go
where yellow wild flowers
grow beside the road –
the scent of blue gum
mingles with the cold clean air
and you can see the sky
forever there –
where willy-wagtails
often catch a cheeky ride
on backs of unsuspecting sheep
and mushrooms hide
in secret places
the willows are not weeping there
but shining wet with dew,
where every creature wakes from sleep
to a world all fresh and new
and nature seems to set us free –
when winter comes
that’s where I like to be –

Friday, 10 June 2011

Anguished Souls

Prayers are needed badly. Not for me, but for people in our grade. People we think have it all together, people we would never suspect, and never take the time to find out. I feel so guilty for not realising until now, Its staggering how many people are hurting. I have failed them and failed God. He has given me a gift to listen to people, and I have abused this and put myself before Him and others he has put in my path. Our school is a wreck, filled with anguished souls, it's time we did something real.


When the world
is at its worst
and the darkest side
shows through –
when fear
burns into hate
and greed
obscures the view –
when no-one seems to care
and Autumn winds blow cold,
the old don’t understand,
the young despise the old –
when life
keeps turning grey,
I need my rainbow’s end
or a patch of blue
where the sun shines through –
I need you, my friend –

Saturday, 4 June 2011


Those enchanting children of the theatre
who make me laugh or cry,
remember or forget –
they free my mind
to fly upon a world of make-believe,
they lift me out of mediocrity
and for a little while,
they let me be
the things I want to be –
my applause and admiration
will never quite repay the debt –

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

...Whoever invented brown bath bombs was a real sicko...