Les vacances sont arrivées.

And while we're on the topic of French, I've been seriously doubting my ability to speak the language. I'll post about it later.

It's incredible how much of your time you spend wishing for the holidays yet when they do arrive, it's just like a two week break that feels like a two day break. In amidst the hardass nature of my parents (especially when it comes to going out - 10.3opm curfew, wtf?) and all the procrastination, these lot of holidays have been shaping up to be fairly decent. Waking up at 8am and just lying in bed with the sun pouring through the windows has proved itself to be the first indicator of a pretty good day, and given the beautiful summer sunshine I've been more than compelled to go out for long walks more often. No doubt spring is good for the soul, but hayfever isn't.

I thought I'd include a picture of the view from the living room-cum-kitchen-cum-dining room. I'd deem it my favourite place if I didn't connotate it with the fact that Mum has rightfully reserved it as her rest-spot. Thus whenever I go and sit out there I always feel 31 years older and slightly more Asian.

Anyhow, in regards to what I've done so far, I just thought I'd clarify the fact that despite the numerous accusations, the contents of my social life are not centred around the rigours of Facebook and/or Atlas reading (but rather, feature as a minority). Sunday came around which involved me seeing "In Bruges" with NJ, DRP, SGJ and PR at the Jam Factory. Yes, NJ, you have roped me into the craze of using people's initials. For a movie which featured Dutch prostitutes, Irish hitmen and horny American midgets I was surprised by the cinematic cohesion and was even more amazed at the fact that it managed to be downright hilarious. Along with finding new inspiration for a musical production that will most likely never eventuate, coupled with the marvellous gentlemen I was surrounded by, it was by no doubt a pretty awesome day.

Almost killing myself on public transport seemed to be theme of the week when I traversed deep into the western suburbs, with only my woman's form to protect me (which is vaguely ironic given the counts of rape on the Werribee line). Thanks for that Shakespeare quote, JB. Fortunately, it was only to Williamstown, the least dodgy place on the west-side where people go to participate in Titanic re-enactments and attempt to decide where to buy icecream from the umpteen shops along the promenade. After over an hour regressing to the role of "Connex's bitch", I arrived with the intention of helping the lovely DVS with his homework; however small talk turned into grandiose conversation and we failed monumentally to get any done.

But egad, his dog is the cutest thing to ever live.

I should probably be off enjoying my last proper Australian break before I head off to the magical land of France, failing to speak their language but overcompensating with excessive cheese/chocolate/baguette consumption. Seeing ER and RC tomorrow, and hopefully ML later on.

Oh, and with homework:

VCE Music Performance - Technical analyses of two different songs.

INCOMPLETE.

Year 10 Art History - Dadaism and Surrealism assignment.

INCOMPLETE.

Motherfudge.

xx

Listening to (and enjoying): Psychotic Girl - The Black Keys. I blame Zac and nobody else.
Reading: A collection of random books I stumble upon at Borders. I'm too big a cheapskate to actually buy them.
Eating: Fairy bread. And lots of it.