Holiday Entry Numero Quatro

It's the final weekend before Term Two commences, and I really am not looking forward to 12 weeks of high-impact learning and study in preparation for les mid years. Not to mention the fact that House Cross Country - clearly my least favourite event of the year - has been scheduled for Friday. No excuse, regardless of its sheer validity, will ever be able to persuade the P.E teachers to not have me participate. Gahh.

Retrospectively, these holidays have been really really really good. Normally, on the whole, the term 'holiday' could be loosely defined as an event which I sat around on my gluteus maximus feeling my flab expand, but this was an exception. I actually got off my ass and partook in various activities. I saw people, went shopping, and somehow motivated myself to do additional homework in a desperate attempt to seem like I was going to do well in the aforementioned exams. Sure, I still have the music review and at least 45 minutes of VCE Bass practise to do, but hell, I'm just pleased that I finished that chapter review before I died. It took me so long to do that I actually felt myself age in the process, no kidding there mate.

After pondering for a good 30 seconds for as to what to write next, I thought it might be good if I set myself some goals for the term ahead. It then occurred to me that I'd probably be setting myself the same goals that I normally set myself (and seldom achieve, to be frank) in addition to a few others that are totally irrelevant to the concept of living, or aren't legitimate due to a lack of time and/or energy. Sure, I'd love to become a master chef in my spare time; in fact, I've got an awesome recipe in mind for a citrus tart after consuming one that can be only described as the archetype of shit cooking. But then it's a matter of time - and also money. I need a job, but feel less than motivated to get one.

Anyway, for the meantime, I think I'll just relish the remaning days of the holidays and do my best to work around this recipe idea I have. I'll keep you updated and such, whether you care or not.

Bethany

Holiday Entry Numero Trois (I don't know what three is in Italian)

Okay, so I'm totally determined to finish this blog post. Unlike my previous two attempts at "Holiday Entry Numero Trois", which were terminated after I thought I found something better to do (though these discoveries seem unlikely now, come to think of it).

Having stayed up till 1am yesterday finishing my optional homework, I decided to reiterate to myself the true meaning of the holidays by not doing any homework and music practise whatsoever. Sure, I'm totally behind in music; with the hyperintelligent Asians in my 1/2 class practising for hours on end when I'm too busy conforming to the remarkably pathetic services of Connex to even give two shits. But rest assured, I'll be practising tomorrow, for it seems that whenever I avoid music practise, Roman is never on MSN. God's (or possibly Roman's) way of telling me to get a leg up and do it, I guess.

I still need to do my rock music review, which I essentially should be champing at the bit to complete given that I've biasedly given myself the task of reviewing my favourite album that I basically know inside-out and back-to-front. Presumably that will be done tomorrow, primarily for the same aformentioned reason of hoping the R-man gets online. Come to think of it though, I may not have time for such procrastinatory ventures; I'm going iceskating with friends tomorrow at about 8pm. It'll be my first time on the ice and whilst my initial perceptions of the art were mostly focused around the iceskates doubling as a limb-slicer, I'm still excited about the seemingly minimal prospect of actually doing a decent job out there.

Prior to then, aside from the (gulp) homework, I think I'll probably just have a lazy day and wander over to Chadstone to post a few belated pressies off to various parts of the world and more importantly, see if JB has any recently imported Hellacopters CDs. After enduring imaginary hardships I think I deserve a little present and given my miniscule budget, a CD seems overindulgent, but totally worth it.

Anyway to leave on a somewhat sordidly humorous note, here's a picture that I found on FaceBook that made both my father and myself giggle hysterically. Enjoy, and hope you're not too put off:

Bethany