Possibilities

I know that the last thing you want to hear about right now is my 'rental problems, but it happens to be what i want to talk about. And this is my blog, so get over it.
Who out there has that thing going on where one of your parents smother you and constantly meddles? I mean, what happened to tough love? That was a good concept. At least it allowedthe kids to have their OWN LIVES. If we want to create problems for ourselves, leave us to solve them. PLEASE. I know that a lot of people out there are like solve my problems for me but take it from me - don't. You have no idea how annoying it is. SO ANNOYING. On the first day of term here, after I talkedto my mother on the phone, I actually got my suitcase down out of the closet in the penitentiary and stared at it for about half anhour, picturing myself just putting everything back in and just walking out. How easy would it be? Just put everything back... and walk out. How many people from Melbourne drive to Sydney every day?
I got over it by thenext day - but the concept lingers. Tantalising, isn't it? I'm going to do it one day. Pack a case and hitch to Sydney. You either do it or you don't.

If I could walk through walls...

JOSH THOMAS TONIGHT! Woot! Excitement overload, soz - take a deep breath. Me and CC and her not-friend r going to see Josh Thomas tonight - cute little rabbit funnyman. :D Twill b awesome whether or not he's actually funny because guess what, pumpkins? IT'S FRIDAY! Therefore everything in the world is in its right place because the weekend looms, my lovelies - forty-eight hours of unadultered procrastination and bumming out. Thank the Lord for small mercies - or large ones, hopefully :D The weekend is my world, you have no idea. The penitentiary is actually doing something cool (I know) and taking a bunch of us to The Most Amazing Market I have ever had the privilege of attending. And it's in a grungy parking lot out the back of Cue: Camberwell Markets. I once got eleven pieces of clothing and a bag for nine dollars there. That makes it my kaimono heaven.

In short, it's going to be a good weekend - from the moment school ends, till the moment I hand my laptop in on Sunday night.

I still haven't figured out a way to sneak out of the penitentiary - any ideas, doubters? The doors are alarmed after nine eleven, and all the windows are either chained shut or screwed into place. There must be a way. Suggestions are welcome from all and sundry - I've already exhausted the bring-a-screwdriver,-dipshit avenue of thought. First of all, I'd feel like a real idiot unscrewing the window panes and climbing out, and secondly - what if somebody walked past? Just doing the maintenance, folks... nothing to panic about. And please don't call the house mistresses. Yeah-nah.

Double ethics...

I have a feeling I write to you kind of a lot in double ethics, but that's just an indicator of how AWESOME (cough cough) the subject is... especially first thing in the morning when you know you've got double science afterwards. If you knew me, you'd understand how suicidally depressing this is. I'm one of those people that you can teach science to, and I'll get it, and then I'll walk out to go to the bathroom, come back in, and you'll have to teach it to me all over again. I have a goldfish brain when it comes to Chemistry. WTF are all those elements anyway? It makes for rather slow progress. It also accounts for my lack of marks in the subject - not the low quality of them, but the actual lack. It's because I just sit there and stare at the paper and all the random letters and symbols and Tables That Rachel Does Not Understand blur until they make pretty pictures, which I much prefer.

Ethics, on the other hand... well, I get to sit here and talk to you. I've spent the whole first period going through other people's blogs and actually (sad but true) begging people to comment/follow my blog, because I'm lonely and unloved :( Hey, that's what the internets for, right? That and demotivational posters (heh heh LOL)

Last night I reunited with the girl who was my best friend in year seven whom I haven't seen since the end of first term of said year. It was AMAZINGly awesome. Who would have guessed? It was an exciting night :D I also went on a supermarket run and discovered Blueberry Gum. I'm giving it capital letters because it's that excellent. See what I mean? Exciting night.

AND this morning I found another person who can't blow bubbles with gum! How incredible is that? I thought I was the only one. I finally learnt to click though. Have a cookie. It was my music guru, of all people. She's my musical and bubblegum soulmate. What are the chances?
PS (because my labels thing is fucking up D<) I actually think this guy is getting hit with a ball, but I like to pretend it's gum because it makes me feel better.

All Time Low

It's not as ominous as it sounds - it's the name of the band Ihave just discovered and am subsequently obsessede with. Who can not love Shameless by All Time Low? It's on par with Monsters by Matchbook Romance. A completely different genre, of course - the bands/music are absolutely nothing alike, but Monsters is the one ultimate song on my iPod (out of the 4002 songs on there) that makes me want to get up and jump around the room like the crazy person trapped inside me and sing along really crappily at the top of my lungs. Kind of hard at the penitentiary, unless I'm in Ranga's room, in which case it's pretty routine. Ranga & Co. are all insane randoms - in the very best way :D I wish I was in there with them.

As it is, my own cell in the penitentiary is looking up (Mother Mary full of grace...) My life at the penitentiary seems to be getting better in direct proportion to my life getting worse at home home. Parental relations have taken a violent nosedive... and it's a long way back up to three thousand feet. We'll never make the mile-high club, that's for sure. Grimace face. Lol, but I have a crappy joke to make and I'm going to make it, coz it's my blog and u cant stop me.

Looks like me and my family are at an All Time Low.

XD

And so the cycle begins again

The first day of the second term is (almost) complete! The second term... unexpectedly with a capital U, this year is going... vaguely quickly. ??? WHAT? I know, it's totally weird, and I have no doubt that I've just jinxed the rest of the year. Actually, today has taken FOREVER. But it's been a good day, so who gives a shit? Good days should go forever. That should be a law of the universe. Newton's final law: good days should drag on. Happily.

Course, that toally doesn't happen. God is neither that kind nor that real. Pause for people who are religious to be outraged. Moving on. Par example, today I had a double free, double art (ahem: bludge) PE and English. AKA, the best day ever. Whereas tomorrow, all my free-floating goodness takes a dismal dive down a very clogged-up sinkhole into a grungy pipe and just keeps on spiralling downwards into the sewers. Ie, double maths, double science, ethics and French. There is no mercy in the universe at all. This is evidence of what I ranted about in my letter to my music guru - as soon as something good happens, someone up there reaches down with a great big reprimanding hand and slaps you upside the head and says "No. Enjoyment is FORBIDDEN."

Fuck the universe. I'm thinking a little enjoyment is exactly what I need. Anybody got some gum?

Penitentiary life

Heya doubters! Back at the penitentiary today, and sad as it is to admit, I have not been so happy about something for the whole two weeks I've been on holiday. Parental supervision is a bummer - especially when they're meddlers, like my 'rents. Btw, I had to bottle-dye my hair, and now I am no longer a ranga. I'm so, my loyal fellow rangas, I have betrayed you to become... a brunette (insert heartfelt/dramatic sob here). It wasn't my fault, i feel obliged to tell you. The chick on the bottle looked ranga-tinged (closest I could find, mylittle pothole of a hometown isn'texactly a utopia of choices in that department). THEY LIE this shit isn't red! It's fucking mud brown! Who wants to dye their hair the colour of mud? What idiot decided that would be a good idea to produce? They're swindling unsuspecting customers (heh heh - swindling). I should sue them and make a shitload of money so I can affor to go to a hairdressers and get it done properly. There's a nice blonde streak across my hairline because - no lies between us, my love - I kinda suck at it. It was my first time, okay? I've discovered that my natural blonde colour has become somewhat tainted with the amount of times I've dyed it. At least it's not pink like Tori's is these days.
Ok, I'm going to go hunt for people... the penitentiary is lonely and eerily silent atm and it's freaking me out. No offence, but you're a computer, and your company doesn't really count.

Heya doubters. Look, I'm sticking to my resolution - second time this week. How good am I? Not to mention the fact that I just spent two hours slaving away in a dirty garden bed. I have to get serious brownie points for that, right? Otherwise where is the justice in the universe when I could have been on here, trawling the internet for useless crap (my favourite pastime)?

Anyhoo, I was up til three a.m. this morning watching this movie called Across The Universe. It's a tribute to Beatles songs, like Mamma Mia was for ABBA, except the storyline of Mamma Mia kind of made sense and there weren't drug induced mindless spasms of 'creative filming' all through it. Plus, it's a musical, which means that people jsut randomly break into song for no good reason... which always annoys me. Why can't the real world do that? How hilarious would that be? I watched an episode of The Chasers War On Everything once where they did a segment called, If Life Was Musical. They did this one where they started serenading this guy who walked out of a 7-Eleven, and then the entire crowd started choreographed dancing. Fuckin' hilarious. The guy almost choked on his coffee, though. Woulda been a bummer. Barring random segue, Across The Universe had some lol parts, and the two main guys were truly hot (in my humble opinion) even though the chick wasn't (ahem: jealousy issues) but I spent most of the time just tripping out with the inverted technicolour and the fits of WEIRDness. Must be fun to make a movie like that.

She lives!

It's been almost a week since I last blogged - one hour exactly, in fact - and I'm sorry! I am a lazy hobo, but that's been generally accepted and I think even my parents have moved past the disappointment of introducing me into the general populace. I've made a resolution, though. I'm going to post a blog at least twice a week from hereon in... the foreclosure date on that resolution is somewhat hazy, since the main point of writing this crap is to vent about boarding school and THANK GOD but I won't be at the penitentiary forever, so I'm putting that deadline around the end of school, maybe extending into uni... Don't worry, I'm betting the resolution will die in about, two weeks? Anybody want to raise me on that, I'm willing to play. Not that I have any money to play with, because not for the first and most certainly (and depressingly) not the last time my finances are abysmal. I spent the last month in the penitentairy surviving on fifteen dolalrs and change. Fun times when you're surrounded by rich bitches with platinum credit cards. I mean who really needs a Sass and Bide strap contraption to pass for jeans? You can cover yourself more with candy bar wrappers. And they'd make for cool reflections :D There is no way God planned out the idea of money so we could bust five hundred bucks on something that looks like leather-studded beef jerky.

Sense. This blog makes none

Heya doubters! La mere is gone for the time being but I don't know how long so I have A Very Short Amount Of Time to write you this. I've just been in Sydney with my grandmama for two days - two death-defying, hectic days. That woman has no idea how to drive. Sydney has been earmarked as veryscaryplace. It was cool, though. Escaped the house for two whole days! Woot! My god, I cannot wait until I get to uni when I can just breeze in and out of here with a patented death glare that says, don't you say a word while I root around in this pantry. And I returned from my escapade with a brand-new f*ing awesome jacket. The Jacket Queen returns victorious! My fetish is halfway to being satisfied. These are the joys of having Miki downstairs at the penitentiary. The girl has a closet full of jackets... and I spend a lot of time in her closet. )D And I found this lolworthy picture! Check it out...

Holidays are overrated

Ok, I have like two seconds to write this because my mother is hovering out there, somewhere, waiting to spring me for something. This is why I hate the holidays! Two weeks of this! And aren't the holidays supposed to symbolise freedom for teenagers? Well, I don't get it. I come home from Melbourne and all my friends here are on school camp. Fucking great. I can't even get out of the house to see my friends. So now I'm stuck with an angry mother breathing down my neck and it's making me so nervous that even writing to you, my doubters, has me in a sweat. No joke. There's no telling what she'll make me do if she catches me. There's gardens to be weeded, horse shit to be shovelled, drains to be dug... the joys of living on a farm. I'll be a city-slicker any day. Beats wading through horse crap and suspicious stares. I'm trying to instigate my master plan of escaping to Sydney for two days sometime this week, but progress is slow thanks to the uncooperative sidekick. I kind of need mum's approval because, hello? I'm fifteen. Not exactly rolling in hundred dollar bills. If only. Maybe I'll hitch to Sydney. How awesome would that be, if I didn't get raped and abducted along the way? Doubters, I'm telling you, it's worth a try.

Floating on a sea of pointlessness

And she dies a slow and painful death in sixth period ethics. How is ethics even a class? What, we can't even decide whether or not to pick up that nickel on the roadside without the school's permission? Their guiding (uh - interfering) hand moving us through life - as if we're pieces on a chessboard, not individual people with minds of our own! That we're turning to writing blogs instead of mind-numbing essays on euthanasia... Don't get me wrong, euthanasia is a very worthytopic and blah... blah... yawn....... Sorry, nope, couldn't pull that one off. Points for trying, though. I found out today that Mchan, L's roomie, and a person whom I considered to be of high comedic value, even if her conversations weren't exactly articulate or intellectual, to say the least, is actually a first-class bitch. Have I mentioned how much I live for my iPod? It's kind of sad actually. We had a fire alarm (at four o'clock in the morning - criminal) the other night, and I still spent precious time locating my iPod, wrapping the earphones around it and placing it in my pocket before running out of the building. (It was a false alarm. In case anyone was worried.) As revenge for the other girl listening to the same band she did, Mchan stole the girl's iPod and locked it so she couldn't get inside. Taking away music is a criminal offence, people. Seriously, there should be some legislation against that out there somewhere. I'm sure some right-minded person like myself has been sensible enough to do so at some point. It's a little disturbing when you turn around and the people you thought were standing there... turn out to be other people entirely.

Don't laugh, I'm cool

I just borrowed a new book. Since we've established what a nerd I am, I can feel secure in telling you how excited I am about this. Sad, but undeniably true. It's called the Piper's Son and it's by Melina Marchetta who wrote my Favourite Book Of All Time - On the Jellicoe Road, the last bastion of awesomeness in the wafty world of the literarily inclined. Woot, I made a new word :D Anyways, I hope it's good. I hope it's awesome. I hope it warrants the excitement. This is going to be a really short post but I'm running out of time and I just wanted to share my completely irrational excitement with you. YAY! Oh, btw, I found all these cool quotes on the internet (the internet is your friend), so I'm going to start a list of the bestest quotes I can find. Enjoy, doubters! I'll check in later.

Even out the scales

Hey doubters, sorry it's been so long since I've posted. Don't feel neglected. I still love you, which is why I'm writing to you during my last period science lesson. Don't worry, it's so worth it. Science hates me almost as much as I hate it. if it was a person it'd be one of those bitchy girls who likes to get up in your face, the kind I always end up having ice queen avoidance catfights with. We'd be lucky if we didn't get into a full-on, bitch-slapping, hair-pulling schoolyard brawl. It did, however, provide me with something seriously worth all the hater-ness. My day has officially been brightened. Science has finally yielded me something I actually find worthwhile. In my defence, it was a segue the teacher embarked on when we demanded she explain her tattoo to us, but it was still revealed within the confines of the science room, so I guess it still sort of counts. As it turns out, I'm not a Virgo after all. I'm not a Scorpio either, but hey, anything's better than a Virgo. Technically, with the dates everyone's sticking to, I'm a Virgo in most people's eyes. But I'm ignoring that. Scientifically speaking (ewwww) the planets etc have realigned themselves over the years and my birthday now falls in the Libran period. I'm a Libra! Woot! I got so excited I looked up my attributes on the internet. Check it out. Apparently, I'm diplomatic, urbane, romantic, self-induglent, easily influenced, easygoing, sociable, charming, idealistic, peaceable, indecisive, changeable, gullible, sociable, and idealistic. Beats being an anal perfectionist. :D

Oh baby, don't leave me this way

Hey doubters! I'm feeling bummed. I've spent my last two afternoons calling places in Melbourne, trying to get a work experience placement at somewhere cooler than Maccas. How come all the coolest places don't take work experience people? I think it's a ruse. I think they just don't want to have to deal with the inevitable sullen teenager in ragged jeans and baggy ripped jumpers and trilbys. Okay, so that's just me - minus the trilby, my hair doesn't agree with hats - but at least I don't wear my pants halfway down my ass with chains hanging out of the pockets. Unless it's for a pocketwatch. I'm such a dork. I got a couple of responses from a couple of good places, but it's looking dubious. I might end up working at my dad's scientific institution. Blech.

Okay, I fold. I have to admit it. It's partially my own fault. No, I'm going to be honest here, if it kills me. Which it probably will - I must be notorious in hell for all my 'little white lies'. At least none of mine have brought down any major corporations or spiralled a nation into ruin. Yet. So: it is my own fault. Completely. Ahhh, that makes me want to smash something. Not my laptop screen - I need this baby, His name is Benjamin, after Breaking Benajmin, one of my favourite bands, and we're in love. True love... so sweet. Anyways, because I only started calling people this week, everyone has already taken people, and I'm left outside, in the cold, face pressed up to the glass like a lonely hippy orphan... Sympathy vote :D Lol I'll just be a broke hobo busker in later life. Throw me money!

Defiance is a way of life.

I don't really know what I'm doing here, so to anyone out there reading, you'll have to bear with me on this one. This is going to be my introductory post, which probably no one will ever read, so naturally I'm going to go for it. My name is RJ. I started out at boarding school in Melbourne this year - the country girl goes city. I've survived 1 and a half months so far - claps for me :D My hair is curly, red and uncontrollable; my eyes are blue, and I am not skinny nor do I care to be. Funnily enough I used to be blonde, but got sick of blonde jokes so switched them out for ranga ones instead. Smart move, knucklehead. Virgos are apparently supposed to be so organised you need to negotiate papers even to talk to them. Well, the Gods sure as hell got it mixed up on that one. I'm the messiest person you've ever encountered, and I'm not just saying that. The school cleaners leave me notes. Unfortunately I don't aspire to be anything else. I like my creative clutter. I'm the kind of person that buys funky blazers and badges from markets, op-shops and warehouse sales and thinks nothing of walking around town barefoot or rocking up to a function in trackies and thongs. It's a way of life. It's called doing whatever the fuck you want, and I happen to like it. It's my life to live. So I'll live it however I want to.