Never Established

What, do I smell or something? You’re all going to give me paranoia or something. XD

I’m sorry for posting shit for the past few days, but being sick sucks. It was so ridiculous. I went to see my friend (who is in hospital with a collapsed lung — the silly thing went bungy/ie jumping, and she’s not the most robust girl. She’s okay, though!) on Thursday and then went to bed early. I woke up at 2am of Friday and thought, “I’m sick!” My throat hurt etc. I was only going to school for half the day, anyway, so that was okay. Then I went to the dentist and it turns out that I’m a wise person! I’ve got my wisdom teeth coming in, and I’ve had X-rays. My dentist wants to see if I have short or long roots, because apparently when people get wisdom teeth early (I’m only 17), and the teeth have short roots, the teeth can straighten out.

Yesterday I did some BCT study and today I’m going to do Maths, English, BCT and German, because all of those have assessment coming up.

So…yeah. I have little else to say.

Mum came home today really stressed and really down. One of her patients went flat on her — her blood pressure plummeted, she had massive internal bleeding, and once that happens it’s vey much possible that she could die. So Mum’s really upset, even though she did what she could. It’s one of the main reasons I’d never work in the health industry. Death is just so confronting in that context — in any context. I was going to say something more on the subject, but I don’t think it’s entirely appropriate.

Also, I’m watching Moulin Rouge, and am thus busy. >.>

Mmm. Posting. About that. Yeah. Just…yeah.

In lacking any real information to post, I thought I’d take the Big B’s suggestion and talk about my impressions of 1984. Just remember, however, I very rarely review books, so I may not be very coherent. Also, consider this a spoiler.

I’d initially read the book simply because all of my articles referred in some way, to 1984. “The idea brings to mind Orwellian constriction…”, “The Big Brother-esque view of society today…”, etc. *

But, actually, by page 4 I was very interested in the depiction of life. That and the subtle description of Winston were the main things that pulled me into the book. Initally, I find the book quite slow. There are some large events, such as writing in the diary, early on, but it does slow down a bit at times — but the slow parts are quickly over and there are some interesting tidbits through the book that makes it worth the read.

I found the book really easy to read until I got to the scene where Winston receives The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism, and my interest waned. The long-winded explanations were mildly interesting, but not enough to justify so much page-time — 34 pages — on something that is, more or less, irrelevant. Yes, the book is the reason that Winston goes to the Ministry of Love, but I found 34 pages a little excessive. It began to feel like Orwell wanted to show off how thorough, in depth and amazing he was. Of course, it could just be that he wanted to make sure the reader understood it, exactly. Verbose man, is our Georgie.

It’s kind of hard to describe my feelings on the book. It’s a good book to read if you’re interested in the ways people are manipulated by the government. It’s kind of scary, because the way the INGSOC took over after the war was very planned out and plausible. It was done subtly and they ended up with a total control over everyone.

[* Actually, if Orwell knew that he was being used as an adjective, I think he'd roll over in his grave. I've read his essay, Politics and the English Language, and he was a very strict believer in the purity of the English language, haha. That's kind of ironic.]

I have a hostee! The esteemed JJ has joined the Never Established. So everyone go and check out his site, now. Hopefully he’ll get content up soon, haha. ^_^

The radio has an A-Z of the 90’s section this weekend, and I absolutely love it. I can sing along to every song they’ve played so far, and I know every word in the song. I just love the old classic pop. Hootie and the Blowfish was just on, and everything I grew up with. Yay for reminiscing!

Not much to say here. I just finished 1984 by George Orwell, which I mostly read for my English assignment — I have to write an article on Privacy and ID cards. And, of course, every atricle I come across has all these references to 1984. The thing is, none of them really scratch below the idea of Big Brother, and I have to wonder how many of these pseudo-intellectual reporters have actually read 1984.

Guess what I have. In my hands. Right now.

Yeap, that’s right. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Nobody should be expecting me online for a couple of days at least.

Kiss kiss.

Haven’t posted for a few days. Originally it was because I was avoiding the net to avoid the Harry Potter spoilers, but last night it was because, for some reason, my DNS servers weren’t working and so I couldn’t get to any sites, so I had no choice anyway, haha.

Over the weekend I went to the Tertiary Studies Expo (or T Sexpo, if you prefer ^.~) and I found what I’m going to do next year. I’ve been planning to go overseas for a while, but it’s just too much trouble and I don’t feel like I’m old enough or experienced enough. So I’ve found what I’m going to do, and, since nobody but my Mum will listen in real life, I’m going to tell you all, haha.

We got to the expo and I’d had a vague idea of what I wanted to do. Something to do with Event/Stage Management, I thought, and I’d really rather prefer to go to Sydney. The only real reason I went to the Expo was because I thought it would have New South Wales universities. We’d been to a couple of places which boasted of Event Management but when I said I was sort of interested in Stage Management, they didn’t even know what I was talking about. We were looking around, and went right through, then sort of stumbled across a small booth labelled The International College of Management. What I’m going to do is a Backelor of Business Administration in Event Management, which includes a Diploma in Event Management. It’s a three year course, is based in Manley, and in the middle there is a 9 month work period, during which I work in an Event Management position and get paid for it. On top of that, there’s a Scholarship — the application for which is an essay. The college takes part in many events within the community; they were invlved in organising the Davis Cup and a Harry Potter launch party. It has 24 hour internet access, a grand ballroom with a 500 capacity, a dining room with a 200 capacity, a wireless network, will now be HECS-able, and on and on…

It was amazing, I swear. It was like everything I wanted was handed to me on a platter, and I’m so excited. There’s only one downside, but I don’t want to talk about it and I can accept it anyway.

I’m just so happy, it’s really insane, lol. ^_^

I think I’m in agony. Despite the fact that I’ve never gotten the Harry Potter books on the day they came out, each time it just gets harder. Especially since previously, I didn’t have to mod the forum with the HPB topic in it. The beautiful, amazing, sexy, god of a friend Alan is buying it for my birthday (which was in June), and has promised to get it to me by Wednesday! Because of this, I think I’m in love with him…(although obviously it’s one sided since he’s totally in love with some gorgeous foreign girl)…because if he hadn’t been so deliciously amazing, I wouldn’t have gotten it until the 23rd — which would mean an almost certain spoiler, because some how, some way, people would figure out how to tell me things I didn’t want to know.

I want to know so badly. So badly what happens. I want to know if anything happens to my favourite characters, I want to know if Ron and Hermione get together (or god forbid! Harry and Hermione), I want to know who the DADA teacher is and who the Half Blood Prince is, and I don’t want someone to tell me, I want to read it. ;-;

If it goes much longer, than I might give in and start searching out spoilers…but hopefully I can restrain myself.

Oh! I know! I’ll write fanfiction/Contact until I get it! *hugs a luffles to everyone*. You’d do best to hope I’m still sane when I see you next. And if any of you post a spoiler in my forum without a tag, by god — you’re in for it.

It’s funny how some things will just stay in your mind forever. The smallest things can make the biggest impact and will just be with your the rest of your life. It doesn’t have to be big, it doesn’t have to make an impact to anyone but you. It could be so subtle that no one even realises it’s there.

That happened to me today. It was such a small thing, but when I think about school, that’ll be what I remember. I was on the bus, just sitting, and the song She’s So High by Tal Bachman came on. It went through the verse, and when we got to the chorus, the bus just started singing along randomly. It wasn’t the full bus, of course, but it was a number of people. It was just so amazing that everyone knew the song, and there was a chorus all down the bus. A couple of people I heard humming, and the guys in front of me were singing softly and the little Year 8’s down the front. It was …magic. The kind of thing you remember.

Waaaaaaaaaah.

Back to school. Been at school for 1 day. 6 periods. Got 3 lots of homework and 3 assignments in 1 day. How ridiculous is that? Two of them are for English and god knows how tedious they’ll be. School just infuriates me to no end. It’s like, they spend all this time setting it up. They test you again and again and again, making it harder and harder and then when you fail they say “Ha! There goes your life down the drain!”

>.> On the upside, one of my friends got their P Plates today, so yay!

I’m really missing my brother at the moment. He’s such a sweet kid and he’s being so grown up and mature and the house is really quiet without him here. It’s like, silent. Normally I’d come home after school and he’d already be here but he isn’t and I want him to be. I haven’t spoken to him since Sunday and I miss him. ;-;

I was going to use this post to talk about dropping my brother off at boarding school, but I expect I’ll do that quite a bit in the ocming weeks, and when I saw this I had to ask:

Is This A Joke?

Is it? Is there a mod or admin or member out there who has signed up just to pretend to be a n00b for a laugh? Everything is quintessentially n00b like, from the title to the lack of capitalisation to the bad spelling to the smilies in the signature! Despite the fact that we talk about n00bs a lot, it’s very rare to come across a perfect example of one, unless that person is trying to be one. I mean, some people. *rolleyes*

And if I find out that this is a joke, I’m going to hit someone, you hear me? XP

So tired. I haven’t slept through a proper night in about 4 days and when I do sleep I dream all the time. I wake up tireder than when I go to sleep. ;-;

Life here has been amazingly hectic. My brother goes to boarding school tomorrow, and Mum has been working this week. Because of complications with uniforms and name tags etc, nothing could be done before this weekend. We’ve being going kind of frantic trying to get it done. I’ve just finished contacting my brother’s textbooks while Mum’s at work, and I need to have done the dishes and ironed the rest of the shirts while Mum gets home. My brother’s done an inventory of what he’s taking so we can always check it, but his girlfriend and her parents wanted to take him out before he left, so he’s not here now.

I’m finding it really difficult to stay awake at this point. Went to bed at 12 last night but still didn’t get to sleep until about 1:30, then I woke up at 6 (which is better than the 4 o’clock of previous nights, I suppose).

I’m really sorry I haven’t done Contact yet. I will get to it soon, I promise.

This is a very special post/day for many reasons. The first is that Solo has been at OB for 3 Years as of today. Everyone go and wish this modly man a happy anniversary. ^^

As well as that, I went driving today. I drove all the way to Geeham, which is about 40 minutes away on the New England Highway. I had to deal with crazy things like traffic lights and being over taken. It was also the first time I went 90km an hour. ^_^

As if that wasn’t good enough, I’ve finalised those who will be in Contact. I haven’t posted it yet, but the list is there and I will be writing the first post soon, I hope.

Now for the best parts!

Today is my 6 month anniversary of Never Established! 6 months ago, today, was the day I got the e-mail from Adam telling me that I now had access to my account, the official verification. ^___^ And just for a double celebration, this is almost my 100th post at N-e! Cool, non?

Hope you’re all having a great day, because the luck is good for today.

Hee. Watching the Incredibles. Have very little to do, so….just checking in. Wish I could say something more exciting. >.> Any ideas? Somebody, say something! Anything!

It’s here. It’s now 10:05 pm in Australia, and Live 8 starts in exactly 55 minutes. It makes me regret, to be honest. I want to be there so badly — these things are the things that you’ll measure your life by, and it makes me sad to know that I’ll be watching from my living room, rather than being there. I want to be a part of history being made, not watch it.

Still, I’d rather history was made without me than history not being made at all. So I’ll watch and I’ll support. Life will come and get me, but in the meantime —

– history is more important. We want to make noise, we want to be involved, and this is our protest. Our generation. Our chance.

She closed her eyes, leaned foward in antipation of the moment when their lips would meet. He would be warm, of course, and his hands would wrap around her waist and pull her close. She knew it would be the same as always, would feel like forever could come and go and they’d still be there.

The numbness washed over her again. He’d never be there again.

Man, I love just typing and seeing what comes out. XP Doing it in a blog is so easy because it doesn’t matter how long it is. Word puts so much pressure on you because the page is so big and you feel like you need to write something worthy of it. And then all your old stories are on word, and so you feel the pressure of them beating down on you…but in a blog, it’s easy come, easy go.

Mmm. That’s all. ^_^