Whoever thought that partaking in the sublime art of bloggery would be a fantastic distraction from the clandestine, often perceived as non-existent world of optional homework?
Really, I shouldn't be avoiding it. I'm probably the biggest nerd you're ever likely to meet, or read about for that matter, and given the magnitude of my nerdiness homework evasion shouldn't be part of the plan, especially when I was the one who concocted such a notion that would make every dumbarse quiver with fear. In addition to this, I'm avoiding the subjects I like - English and VCE Unit 1 Music Performance - and completing the homework for the subject I'm supposed to emphatically resent - maths - within five days of getting it. Observe irony in its primary locations.
Aside from these procrastinatory paradoxes, I'm having a really good break. Thursday has probably been my favourite day, given that I caught up with my three favourite people in the known universe. We hadn't seen each other as a group for over two months so it was insanely, spectacularly brilliant to be able to interact with our voices as opposed to typing frantically. I'll never forget the look on Robin's face when he opened his birthday present, or Elliot's warmth when he raced over to give me a hug. Seeing them just made me realise how much I missed them; they really do play an integral role in defining who I am. Such is friendship.
And my God, despite his evident aversions to foreign language ranting and creativity, Roman is a cracker. Need I say more?
For someone who fits the criteria for a group of individuals notorious for lack of socialising, I've got a lot on this week. Seeing friends on Monday and Friday, going gift shopping for the second week in a row on Wednesday, (much to the annoyance of my bank account) and on the days in between I'll hopefully be chatting away on MSN to Roman. I am totally aware that this does not necessarily fit in the category of "socialising", but given that it's going to be the first day of the month with fast internet, how could I resist?
I want to buy an iTunes card so that I can download some jazz and heavy metal music (and then review it for the Arts Zine). Whether my budget will allow for such extravagance, we shall soon find out...
Anyway I'll catchya later,
Bethany
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Holiday Entry Numero Uno
Before I begin, a little bit of gratuitous entertainment in the style of "Crazy Hair Day" (note that this was often misinterpreted as "Cover Your Hyper-Conservative Head With A Crazy Wig Because Let's Face It, You Really Cannot Be Fucked Day", much to the chagrin of eccentrics and those unphased by copious amounts of hairspray alike):
By the way, I am perpetually thanking the 50% of Caucasianness that displayed itself through my hair and its non-futile efforts to be teased. As for the Asianness, my blood group and I are currently in discussion about its superfluous role in my appearance which resulted in numerous fob-poses a la PhotoPlus. I'll keep you updated on the progress.
Furthermore, I'm on holidays now. Whilst it does indeed feel emphatically cathartic and relaxing to be devoid of mandatory man-shoes and a uniform that makes my ass look pregnant for two glorious weeks, I am still speculating about whether or not I really should feel drowned with fatigue after 8 weeks, given that Term 2 will, unfortunately, be almost double the length of the Term which preceded it. This has resulted in the sporadic nature of my body clock, which has inevitably stayed true to the usual 7:15am (or 6:30 if there is a morning rehearsal) starts that I so effervescently dread.
Despite the omnipresent guilt factor regarding VCE Bass practise, I fail to budge and merely waste away on the internet until my mind disregards it in favour of something more riveting, like dinner. (Mind you, this is coming from someone who, in a fit of absurdity, told her corroboree of male camarades that she would not be on MSN in order to prepare for her first whole VCE unit by living vicariously through Jaco Pastorius had he been a hormonal, volatile adolescent girl at some stage in his life) To this day I often define "bass practise" as watching Hellacopters videos on my iPod, observing the every sexy move of Kenny Hakansson, whether it pertains to bass or not.
Mmm, yes. That's the stuff. Fuck you fucking Zac Efron, not my fault you sailed too far on HMAS Ugly.
In addition to this, my varied hatred for bass of the VCE kind has prompted me to compose a rather impromptu, Shift-F7-less (and therefore lame) poem pertaining to it. Enjoy this seldom poetic interlude:
If I were to enlighten you about VCE Bass,
With an impartial attitude engulfing my face,
You might respond with "Wow, that's ace!"
Or as a testament to your stupidity "Cello rocks!"
Disregarding the bass.
Whilst on your tangent, assuming VCE Bass is wicked,
One will soon realise that it's highly insipid,
That it's sadly not a case of letting your ego soar,
And fingering frets like a musical whore.
Hence it's obvious that without shift-F7 (or rhymezone.com), I am quite the poetic failure. That said I shall disregard anything to do with poetry for as long as my brain goes on strike.
Conclusively, despite the rant, things are looking up. I am tremendously excited to be seeing my corroboree of male camarades - Roman, Robin and Elliot - on Thursday. As one would likely assume, each one of them is an archetype of characteristics I can only help but admire and they are inspirations unto themselves, inspirations who inspire my creative and volatile escapades.
Anyway I'll catch you all,
Bethany.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Happy Pajama Game Anniversary!
Given that the only cold room in the house is my bedroom and the television is blaring next door, my writing may not be as verbose or fluent as it may be normally. Please excuse any incidences of poor grammar, crappy analogies and the like.
Well, one can correctly assume from the title of this entry that an entire year has passed since the first Pajama Game rehearsal way back in 2007 when my passions included The Raveonettes, sexy European guys and MySpace. In a way, it strikes me as completely absurd that 365 days prior to today, I was sitting in a room full of musical guys and girls, chatting away to my new friend and double bass compedro, Matt. I just remember being immensely happy with everything around me, being able to understand the music and attaining closure on this supposed double bass partner that I had been speculating about ever since I spotted his name on the Orchestra sheet two weeks prior.
In general, the Pajama Game was something that I'll never forget; in fact, probably the time which has resulted in immeasurable quantities of positive change. I can't describe the excitement and anticipation I felt in my stomach during Period 6 on a sunny Friday afternoon, awaiting the bell so that I could sprint exuberantly to the locker room, grab my bags, run to the designated rehearsal location, set up, and then run around the school trying to spot any St. Kev student that I had been acquainted with so I could wave vibrantly or even give them a hug.
However, despite the fact that this no longer happens and many friendships have ceased as a result of occurrences post-Pajama Game, I still fondly regard this anniversary as a kind of 'personal thanksgiving'. Had I not signed up for this experience, I would not be totally blessed with the things that I so poignantly value to this day. I am incredibly thankful to have met Elliot and Robin during the musical, and eventually Roman. Although there have been sacrifices on the road to attaining a reciprocal friendship, I do not regret adhering to these sacrifices because it's knowing that they're only a phone call or an Ichipan-visit away is cathartic, it makes me smile inside.
So happy anniversary to me. And congratulations to you if you've made it this far.
Love Bethany xo
PS. Forgot to mention that without the Pajama Game, I would never have ascertained the existence of the greatest band ever (or flavour of the month, you never know).... The Hellacopters. Best music I've ever heard in my life.
Well, one can correctly assume from the title of this entry that an entire year has passed since the first Pajama Game rehearsal way back in 2007 when my passions included The Raveonettes, sexy European guys and MySpace. In a way, it strikes me as completely absurd that 365 days prior to today, I was sitting in a room full of musical guys and girls, chatting away to my new friend and double bass compedro, Matt. I just remember being immensely happy with everything around me, being able to understand the music and attaining closure on this supposed double bass partner that I had been speculating about ever since I spotted his name on the Orchestra sheet two weeks prior.
In general, the Pajama Game was something that I'll never forget; in fact, probably the time which has resulted in immeasurable quantities of positive change. I can't describe the excitement and anticipation I felt in my stomach during Period 6 on a sunny Friday afternoon, awaiting the bell so that I could sprint exuberantly to the locker room, grab my bags, run to the designated rehearsal location, set up, and then run around the school trying to spot any St. Kev student that I had been acquainted with so I could wave vibrantly or even give them a hug.
However, despite the fact that this no longer happens and many friendships have ceased as a result of occurrences post-Pajama Game, I still fondly regard this anniversary as a kind of 'personal thanksgiving'. Had I not signed up for this experience, I would not be totally blessed with the things that I so poignantly value to this day. I am incredibly thankful to have met Elliot and Robin during the musical, and eventually Roman. Although there have been sacrifices on the road to attaining a reciprocal friendship, I do not regret adhering to these sacrifices because it's knowing that they're only a phone call or an Ichipan-visit away is cathartic, it makes me smile inside.
So happy anniversary to me. And congratulations to you if you've made it this far.
Love Bethany xo
PS. Forgot to mention that without the Pajama Game, I would never have ascertained the existence of the greatest band ever (or flavour of the month, you never know).... The Hellacopters. Best music I've ever heard in my life.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Confused.
So far I've had a pretty good week, albeit a tad unusual. Aside from music practise, everything that I had been meaning to do just sorted itself out without me going to great lengths (kudos to the external force that made this happen), and I counted myself extremely lucky when it lasted.
Work experience has been finally sorted out a day after the form was due and although completing it at my local primary school was probably my last resort, I am still really rapt that I get to shed some positive light on a place that at one stage was awful to me, along with becoming reacquainted with some of my old teachers. I think that in a way, I was meant to do my work experience here so as to connect with my old self which has been long since left behind. In addition to this, working with preps will certainly be a challenge.
Furthermore, on the topic of reacquainting, I recently bumped into my Year Six teacher and friend, Mrs Chamberlin. She is undoubtedly a role model unto herself and someone I'd like to compare myself to when I turn 72 years old. I had actually been wanting to contact her for some time but had lost her email address, so it was very much a coincidence when I saw her and her husband, along with her daughter-in-law and baby granddaughter. I'm so pleased that she's finally a Grandma (as she had wanted to be one for as long as I could remember), and I wholeheartedly believe that little Sophie should count herself lucky for having such an energetic, fun, intelligent and compassionate Grandma - much better than my own Grandma I must admit :)
However, despite these fortunate occurrences, there are still some nicks in the cane which I haven't exactly been able to smooth out. I feel as if my passions for music and creative writing are being usurped by the constant demand for homework and time on the internet. There is absolutely no way I want these passions to subdue or even diminish, and I really don't want them to detract from my "me-time", which is usually best spent on the internet. I've essentially been using homework as an excuse not to write or do music, and as a result, I think my inner child wants to grow up and move out. I am thinking that the reason why I avoid music and creative writing is because now that I'm writing essays aplenty and completing VCE Units 1 and 2 Music Solo Performance, I tend to associate them with work rather than relaxation. Hell, I'll work it out eventually, just give me a few weeks and before you know it, I'll be complaining about something else.
For now, I shall continue to be excited about being able to see Elliot, Roman and Robin in the school holidays and French Exchange, which is further down the track. For now, take care.
Bethany
Work experience has been finally sorted out a day after the form was due and although completing it at my local primary school was probably my last resort, I am still really rapt that I get to shed some positive light on a place that at one stage was awful to me, along with becoming reacquainted with some of my old teachers. I think that in a way, I was meant to do my work experience here so as to connect with my old self which has been long since left behind. In addition to this, working with preps will certainly be a challenge.
Furthermore, on the topic of reacquainting, I recently bumped into my Year Six teacher and friend, Mrs Chamberlin. She is undoubtedly a role model unto herself and someone I'd like to compare myself to when I turn 72 years old. I had actually been wanting to contact her for some time but had lost her email address, so it was very much a coincidence when I saw her and her husband, along with her daughter-in-law and baby granddaughter. I'm so pleased that she's finally a Grandma (as she had wanted to be one for as long as I could remember), and I wholeheartedly believe that little Sophie should count herself lucky for having such an energetic, fun, intelligent and compassionate Grandma - much better than my own Grandma I must admit :)
However, despite these fortunate occurrences, there are still some nicks in the cane which I haven't exactly been able to smooth out. I feel as if my passions for music and creative writing are being usurped by the constant demand for homework and time on the internet. There is absolutely no way I want these passions to subdue or even diminish, and I really don't want them to detract from my "me-time", which is usually best spent on the internet. I've essentially been using homework as an excuse not to write or do music, and as a result, I think my inner child wants to grow up and move out. I am thinking that the reason why I avoid music and creative writing is because now that I'm writing essays aplenty and completing VCE Units 1 and 2 Music Solo Performance, I tend to associate them with work rather than relaxation. Hell, I'll work it out eventually, just give me a few weeks and before you know it, I'll be complaining about something else.
For now, I shall continue to be excited about being able to see Elliot, Roman and Robin in the school holidays and French Exchange, which is further down the track. For now, take care.
Bethany
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Giggling whilst getting an injection? NEVER
Well apparently, in some extremely rare cases, it does occur.
That must mean I'm an extremely rare case. Because generally there isn't anything overly joyous or entertaining about getting immunised.
And no, just for the record, I am not emo. I'll repeat, am not emo.
That must mean I'm an extremely rare case. Because generally there isn't anything overly joyous or entertaining about getting immunised.
And no, just for the record, I am not emo. I'll repeat, am not emo.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Retreat
Before I begin, LiveJournal is desolate, Americanized and just plain overrated. Hence my return to the stupendously all-encompassing Blogspot. I love it here.
So yeah, I got back from retreat yesterday, or as Roman so artfully (and erroneously) put it, lesbian camp. And might I say, it was really, really good. Christianity and obeying God actually weren't the centralities to the camp, nor was intense physical activity (amen to that!) so it would make perfect sense for me to have a fantastic time, in fact, probably the best time I've ever had on a camp. It was truly remarkable how once you send a group of hormonal and volatile 14 - 16 year olds off to a little country town devoid of any internet access, television or major distractions, group cohesion and acceptance is heightened tenfold. Everyone became so much nicer, and this can only be accredited to the marvellous faciliation skills of the teachers involved and the wise words of the guest speakers.
Seriously, I know I must sound like I'm writing this with someone holding a gun to my head shouting "Say the best things you can about retreat or I'll blow your head off" but I am actually not kidding. I've come back with a more indepth understanding of my cohort and myself that I don't think I could obtain anywhere else. In addition to this, I can now say that I've trapped myself in the toilet (thank you to the two people who saved me from further trauma) and jumped on the trampoline in the devious hours of night pretending to be a rocket.... for a mere 10 seconds.
Anyway have a nice day and I'll catchya,
Bethany.
So yeah, I got back from retreat yesterday, or as Roman so artfully (and erroneously) put it, lesbian camp. And might I say, it was really, really good. Christianity and obeying God actually weren't the centralities to the camp, nor was intense physical activity (amen to that!) so it would make perfect sense for me to have a fantastic time, in fact, probably the best time I've ever had on a camp. It was truly remarkable how once you send a group of hormonal and volatile 14 - 16 year olds off to a little country town devoid of any internet access, television or major distractions, group cohesion and acceptance is heightened tenfold. Everyone became so much nicer, and this can only be accredited to the marvellous faciliation skills of the teachers involved and the wise words of the guest speakers.
Seriously, I know I must sound like I'm writing this with someone holding a gun to my head shouting "Say the best things you can about retreat or I'll blow your head off" but I am actually not kidding. I've come back with a more indepth understanding of my cohort and myself that I don't think I could obtain anywhere else. In addition to this, I can now say that I've trapped myself in the toilet (thank you to the two people who saved me from further trauma) and jumped on the trampoline in the devious hours of night pretending to be a rocket.... for a mere 10 seconds.
Anyway have a nice day and I'll catchya,
Bethany.