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.