ADDICTIONS

I've always been one to get addicted in a fangirl way.

Once upon a time, 13 year old Ellie thought she would marry a guy from Australian Idol. I resisted spending $100 to go and see him in the 'Wicked' production today. YES. CLOSURE.

Last week I sighed when reminicising on the year before. Oh Harry Potter. There will never be closure between you & I.

Next week the fourth book in the twilight series (Breaking Dawn) comes out- WOO! I've pre-ordered and I'm going to a release party!

Fun times.

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

...and oh my that song is horrific and also addictive, in the 'shit it won't get out of my head' way. (dada daa daaaaa...dada da da daaa....dada daa daaa...dada da da da da da da daaa)

So looking over my blog and reflecting a bit lately i noticed there have been more than a few times when I've been stressed about school.

How on earth was I actually worried then?!

I have about 10 more weeks of school.
In the bigger scheme of things, THAT'S PRACTICALLY NOTHING.
And it freaks me out.

In 16 weeks I'll be done completely with exams and everything.
In 20 weeks I'll graduate and then head over to the US.
In 21 weeks I'll be 18.

AHHHH IT IS ALL GOING TO HAPPEN SO QUICKLY. AND IT'S TERRIFYING.

Anyway....

My new notebook.

So for some reason my mum always buys me stationary as gifts.
At easter time, so as to not feed us too much fat and sugar, my mum usually gives my sister and I a notebook of some kind, along with at least one pen, and then often a lindt bunny or something to still remain true to western holiday consumerism culture.

ANYWAY. Somehow, whether it just be from personal enjoyment, or from the amount of them i've recieved, I've really ended up enjoying getting new note books, and filling them up with random things.

I have one notebook that was filled entirely with To Do lists of the morning variety- more like a schedule of what I needed to do and remember between the hours of 7 and 8 each morning. Because i definitely shouldn't forget to get dressed! That was a few years ago. Since then I've preferred a more mature and artsy take on my note books- a few have been used up as a prop for my ongoing radio career- very handy to write down the song you've just played so you remember to say what it was. That kind of thing.

So, i'm already 3 paragraphs in and I haven't got to the point. Therefore, i shall give it to you now. On Sunday evening, my mum gave me a new notebook.
Although it isn't bright and colorful like most, this new notebook is now vying for position of best notebook ever. WHY? Well. let me tell you.

It used to be a car tyre.
Don't believe me?
Well, check out the website for the brand here.
Basically, this company gets random things, in this case tyres, be they lost, worn out or nicked, and turns them into notebooks.
The paper is recycled paper on the inside, but the actual notebook cover is made of tyre. It has a crazy rubbery texture, and is very very cool.

Hoorah! It was fun, attempting to write poetry on the train today with my new tyre book.

xoxo

Scarf. Again.

Okay. I am finally going to have to coax myself into accepting the fact that my scarf is not an original.

In the city the other day, going up an escalator out of a train station within 100 metres in the same shopping centre that the below post story occurred, I saw ANOTHER GIRL WEARING MY SCARF.

*flails*

I wish I could call myself a trend setter but I don't think that's the case.
Anyway, see the below post for more details as to be devastation.

Current tally for this certain scarf: |||

WEIRDEST THING EVER.

So, AAGGEESS ago in one of my earlier blog entries, i mentioned one of my scarves being one of my favourite things. I also mentioned how, I had got it from a neighbour's garage sale, and assumed it was hand knitted because of how odd/unique/bizarre it is.

I mean, to give you a bit of an idea...
This is the colour theme of the scarf: #########
It has no particular pattern, it is just random, with some really quite ugly colours. Except somehow the colours end up look kinda cool together.
Also, it is a REALLY long scarf. I mean, like, its over 2 metres. maybe 2.5 even?
I absolutely love it.

So, here is the weird part.
I've had this scarf for about...6 years or so. Quite a long time. I've only become more fond of it recently, however it's always been part of my wardrobe, and I've always thought of it as completely one-of-a-kind.

The other day I was in the city....
AND I SAW SOMEONE WEARING IT.
Knowing fully well that my own scarf was safe and sound at home, i was pretty much faced with the horror of having to face one of two facts.
1) [the less horrible of the two] That whoever made my scarf hand knitted one other one, and I jsut so happened to see the person who received it.
2) That my scarf was never really hand made by my neighbour, and in fact PURCHASED FROM A SHOP, WHERE IT WAS QUITE POSSIBLY MASS PRODUCED AND SOLD.

I don't know which one to believe.
But this is a very traumatic thing to go through, for a scarf. It's identity has been stolen.

50 Things About Me

1. Cried because we drove past McDonalds without stopping
2. Dyed my hair purple
3. Lied about my age online
4. Been parasailing 3 times
5. Had to get stitches in my head from a shovel, hockey puck and couch/sofa
6. Deliberately slept in to miss an exam.
7. Become school captain!
8. Been a fangirl of an Australian Idol contestant, and seen them 7 or so times. (5 autographs too i think...)
9. Kissed someone whilst watching Happy Feet
10. Broken someone's trust.
11. Eaten chocolate in Belgium
12. Appeared onstage as Catwoman
13. Gone to a school where my dad was the principal.
14. Started crying as in chapter 4 of HP, but read it straight through, finishing after 13 hours.
15. Driven through a tunnel in italy, expecting to come out in france but ending up in Switzerland.
16. Had a crush on someone younger than me!
17. Swum with sea-lions
18. Drunk hot wine in Germany
19. Wanted to be famous on youtube....*cough*
20. Swore at my mum in front of everyone at a trivia night at a church
21. Googled myself
22. Cried on skype
23. Pretended i was tied so i didn't have to drive home when i was actually tipsy..
24. Gone to an annual music festival 16 times...and I'm only 17!
25. been thrown out of the water in malaysia by my dad cos he was stung by a jellyfish
26. Lived in the town where Melanie C from the spice girls grew up.
27. Had someone throw a packet of pens at my head.
28. Fallen in love with many fictional males. <3
29. had pet hermit crabs!
30. Dressed up as H Piddy
31. Been pushed to the ground in a mosh pit
32. Interviewed bands on the radio
33. had braces for 4 years
34. Seen Christina Aguilera perform and enjoyed it.
35. Had my passport stolen in Vietnam
36. Dated someone shorter than me
37. Spent half an hour writing down a dream
38. Skinny Dipped!
39. Started dating someone my best friend had a crush on.
40. Not been able to go to my grandpa's funeral because I was living in another country.
41. Was dropped on my head on concrete and had coffee spilt on me as a baby...
42. Written a letter to a celebrity but never sent it.
43. Found money in a pool in Italy and kept it.
44. Had jaw surgery
45. Had heath ledger smile and wave to me personally.
46. Visited Vatican city.
47. Collected glow worms at a camping ground in France.
48. Gone to a disney princess like castle on the top of a mountain in portugal.
49. Stolen a lollipop from a supermarket when i was about seven.
50. Never met my biological father that I know of....

Dear British Boy

I had a lovely time talking to you at the tram stop, and then on the tram, and then as we got off the tram, but it was sad that you had to disappear just as quickly as you had appeared.

You probably felt more at home in the cold, and I was jealous of your cool jacket- it looked warm, and was very stylish.

It made me smile when you made a joke at your own expense- after you looked at the tram timetable RIGHT as a tram came into sight.

I hope my directions helped, and i hope you managed to find your way to St. Kilda alright.

Your accent is adorable.

Much love,
The girl on the tram.
xx

positive.

Sometimes, it seems like everything is going badly and there's nothing you can do about it.

I've felt like that numerous times in the past week.

The most recent time was yesterday. I did horribly in a test (that was actually an essay), I felt sick and nervous, I was tired and some people were annoying the hell out of me.

That was all before 12.15. Just past midday.
Because for the next twenty minutes or so, I was in a kickarse interview with my school principal and a few other teachers.

After that, my school day was done and I headed home. HOME!
Then i realised that even if i thought the interview went well, I was still tired, sick, exhausted, annoyed....so then I felt the same as I had earlier in the day. PLUS i found out i had to go a babysit. Children do not always cure temporary depression.

However, when I got home I found out that I got a job at my radio station that I had applied for. That was last night.

This morning, I found out that I got SCHOOL CAPTAIN.

This evening, my footy team won.

Today was the last day of school for 2 weeks.

The last twenty four hours have been very, very awesome.

Rainbow Fish.

"To have joy, one must share it" - Lord Byron

The Rainbow Fish, a book by Marcus Pfister is wondeful. I have book mark with Rainbow Fish and that quote on it, which really does make my day. The story and quote are beautiful and honest concepts, which I can't help but love! So, find some joy, and share it!

HELLO 2008.

I was sitting on the train today, thinking about the Australian girl who, whilst on a train in America writing in a journal, caught the eye of an American boy, who decided she was the girl of his dreams, and set up a blog to find her. I've no idea whether they maintained a relationship or not, but I thought it was pretty damn romantic.

So, whilst sitting on the train, I decided I should write whilst traveling more often. Maybe this way I could find the boy of my dreams. Though often it becomes easier to write on here, or type, than handwrite whilst squished between other people within a rattling train carriage. So, I did in fact come across a few flaws in my plan to woe the boy of my dreams.

Firstly, the boy sitting next to me was definitely not that boy. And from where I was seated, none of the other boys in eyesight were that boy either. Clearly the most major flaw.

The second flaw, was that I was lost for ideas as to what to write. I decided that my french needs improving, so I began to scribble away in my notebook, random tidbits of 'francais' that is most likely severely grammatically incorrect.

Another flaw, was that another boy that was definitely not the boy of my dreams, appeared to be watching me. Now, it's probably a little silly of me, to be writing away with the purpose of attracting the boy of my dreams, only to get grumpy when someone actually watches. But see, my notebook was tilted AWAY from the general public of the train. I'm certain he was trying to read what I had written via the reflection in the window. But maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe it only works in America.
So, I'll have to wait till my trip later this year to test my theory.
I have serious doubts.
But maybe I'll continue to ramble in french on paper, incase it attracts the boy of my dreams.

Once Upon A Festival

EDIT: Yet another post I didn't want on here anymore. It was an ad for a build-a-festival competition thing i entered.
ANYWAY.
I really am starting to wonder how to delete posts...

I never though I would get political?

EDIT: I decided I didn't like having such a huge political ramble on here.
Let me know if you would like to read what was here before i edited it out.
Also, does anyone know how to delete posts? Because i certainly don't...

Busy

The shrill piercing fills my ears as what must surely be flames fiercely licking the smoke alarm sensors to cause such a noise. The whole house is filled with the siren sound, and I hear strong and hurried footsteps move down the hallway towards my room, where not only I am currently sitting, but right near where the alarm is positioned. I hear yelling over the noise, and contemplate leaving my room to try and find safety from the goings on.

There isn't a fire. There isn't any smoke. I'm not in any immediate foreseeable danger. Rather, It is a Thursday night, and while I sit in my room, laptop at the ready, pages of writing spread all over my desk, my mother dearest stands in the kitchen preparing food for a guest we are having over for breakfast tomorrow morning. Apparently she is cooking muffins, and whilst the thought of actually consuming them is appealing, the fact that the smoke alarm has been set off at least 5 times in the past 20 minutes is something that I find far from appealing.

My CD player is playing one song on repeat. Kate Miller-Heidke's amazing voice fills my room as I turn the volume up in a lame attempt to drown out the unwelcome alarm noise. I've seen the very quirky and eccentric Kate perform a few times, and she amazes me. She has been trained in opera, but sings music closer to the pop alternative category now. She has a powerful voice, but this particular softer and quieter song is beautiful. It was written about someone she knew who, after a few years and loosing contact with an internet penpal, receives a touching email from their old friend.



First of all, I, apologise, for this slow period of silence
Being busy's no excuse, to pull away and loose touch with my friends
Last time we met, on the net, maybe you didn't like those things that I said
But the day i sent, you that sad mail, not one, not two, but three couples of friends split up

Please don't start your reply with "sorry i was busy too",
Its the business that brings us to our needs,
Who invented all things we have to do,
Cos if i don't have you, oh babe,
What I'm trying to say is don't let go,
don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't' let go, don't let go

Please don't start your reply with "sorry I was busy too"
I know you're busy, we are all busy, we've got such important things to do

They aren't the full lyrics, but the song 'Don't Let Go' seems so relevant to be listening to. Sure, I haven't just received an email from a long lost friend, but the whole 'busy' part is just so here and now. As I finally am able to listen to silence, after the smoke alarms battery has been well and truly removed, I am confronted by all the things I need to do. Distractions are common, the smoke alarm was one, this blog is one, music is another. But here I am, moving towards adulthood and realising that the things I'm doing are going to impact my life. The childish lack of responsibility that I have cherished for so long has disappeared as I have to move towards success and outcomes. It's hard, being in a situation where you feel like you can't go on, where you feel like you don't have the energy, yet you know that things need to be done. You know that there are places to be, people to see, things to do, goals to achieve.

In two weeks, I will have completed 2 of my final school exams. I won't have finished all of the final exams till this time next year, but having such important pieces of assessment coming up is daunting. Not only that, I have three 2000+ word assignments due within 2 weeks, as well as numerous essays and tests. In the next 17 hours I also have to complete an application of a university scholarship that I have been nominated for. I want to put my head down and sleep, I want to stop typing and ignore it, yet at the same time I am so keen to achieve this. I'm so excited at the prospect of having something to be proud of.

So, in the next 24 hours, I will eventually finish and put forward this application. I know I will, because I want to, and I somehow managed to get things done at the last minute. But after the application is sent, after I complete 2 essays throughout the course of tomorrow, I will be tired. After I spend the weekend attempting to study for my final exams, I will feel hopeless. After a week of final preperations, I will be terrified. But in 2 weeks. In 2 weeks this will be over. After 3 or 4 weeks of finishing everything up, I'll walk out of school, knowing I can enjoy the moment.

I won't have finished school forever. But I won't have to go back until February. Until February, I'm not going to be busy. I'm not going to have important things to do. Until February, I'm going to do the things that I want. I'm going to write like crazy, yet for no exams or essays. I'm going to read like crazy, yet not for school texts, but for enjoyment. I'm going to experience freedom, until February. I can't wait.

[not so] FAQ

What is your favorite color?

I don't know about my favorite color, but I could tell you a bit about my favourite colour. I don't have one! It's the kind of question that really is frequently asked, and I never know what to say. Sometimes I say rainbow, and people tell me it isn't a colour. Other times I say numerous colours and I get told that you can't have multiple favourites. Other times I've been emo and said black, and people tell me it's a shade, not a colour. WTF? However, if you look in my wardrobe, there is a hell of a lot of blue, green and grey. Does that mean they are my favourite colours? I don't think so, I just happen to like wearing them. So, I don't think I do have a favourite, I just love colours in general. I find it particularly enjoyable sorting things by colour. Especially M&Ms and coloured pencils.*

*note: bolding for Jordan & Americans in general.

What brought you to VH?

As you can tell from every other blog I've done, I love Harry Potter. That's what brought me to Virtual Hogwarts. The people there is what's kept me there.

Why do you think we* get along so well?

I think we get along so well because we are both amazing. XD In all honesty, I don't know. Maybe because we are so different in so many ways that we can share differences with each other, yet at the same time we have similarities, and we've been drawn together by VH. I think we can talk for hours, laugh for hours and write for hours, so that's why we own. [& do get along so well]

*Note: 'We', being, Teresa & Ellie.

How much do you love me*?

I love you so much. You're so friendly, hilarious, talented, intelligent, great to talk to & more than wonderful to know. <333

* Note: 'Me' being Teresa.

OMG I’m* the first American you ever texted. How does it make you feel?

I was SO excited when I sent that text message. It was so bizarre to be sending something across the other side of the world, and when you received it so quickly, my heart skipped a bit. It makes me very happy that it was you who got it. <3

*note: 'I' being Teresa.

Why do we bother with Lamearse*?

We bother, because we love him. Although he is LAME at having MSN on when he isn't there, when he is around, it's wonderful. He can be hilarious, helpful, great to listen to, great to be listened by, handy for suggesting music, fun to chat to on Skype [when the STATIC doesn't kill us all] and just generally an awesome guy. <3

* Note: Lamearse being Jordan.

Can you make my teeth grow faster so it doesn’t hurt as much?

I suggest going into hibernation, so that when you wake up, you will have missed the pain, and the growing process will be over. Alternatively, you could take some painkillers and wait. I'm sorry, that's all. <333

Don't you think Kill Bill is one of the best movie series ever?

I have to admit, I haven't seen Kill Bill. *hides from embarrassment*. There just hasn't been a time that I have had the chance to watch it! However I will agree that it is one of the best movie series ever, because everyone says so, and it looks pretty snazzy, from what I've seen&heard. And Uma Thurman is just awesome.

What’s it like having to be on at certain times to talk to Americans?

It's bizarre. At times, it can be frustrating and boring, especially when I'm on in the evening and all you Americans are sleeping. Yet at the same time, I think it makes it more exciting when I do talk to people, because I know that it's harder to find times when it's possible. Synchronising can be difficult though. However, I've become awesome at working out time differences. For example, it's currently 2.27am in Virginia & Ohio. Also, it's fun being able to say I'm from the future. <3

Has VH or any other RP site changed how you write over time? How?

It has completely changed how I write. My writing from a few years back is nothing like the way I write now. And although part of that can be accredited to just growing up, my roleplaying has improved dramatically [I think/hope] and so VH can definitely win the award for changing Ellie's writing the most.

We know your earliest memory, but what's your favourite?

Yes you do know my earliest memory *points down*, but my favourite? Hmmm. It is a tough call. I'm thinking that it is quite possibly New Years from this year. However the killers/arctic monkeys/bloc party gigs I went to during 2007 were also amazing. Andd if I go back a few years, reading a book full of messages from hundreds of people when I got baptized was pretty incredible. I DONT KNOW! SO MANY GOOD MEMORIES!

Will you do my Algebra homework for me?

You know what? If you had have asked me that yesterday Sam, I may very well have said yes. However, I'll have to say now. Why? Because today I had my last. maths. class. EVER. So, i'm in my 2nd final year of school. I'm so close to being out. This time next year I will be done. Forever. Anyway, this year I am doing final year maths. Why? Because it means I won't have to do it next year, so it will be over and done with. Also, because I'm lucky, and it will mean I end up with 6 subjects counting towards my final score, compared to alot of people with only 5. SO, final year classes finished today, so MATHS FINISHED! No more, ever, again. Except for my two maths exams in less than 2 weeks.

I wish I could

get a tattoo, get a piercing, go to america, go back to every country i've ever been too, find a favourite colour, sing well, play guitar well, play any instrument well, skateboard, snowboard, get my full license already, go to glastonbury, write a novel, get published, have my art in a gallery, be in a real band, get media passes to things more often, be a band photographer, live overseas, get into the uni course i want without finishing school, get this damn scholarship, meet my real dad, write something as amazing as HP, end poverty, make peace, save someones life.