Saturday, September 26, 2009

The END is nigh

Sigh. It took me about 30 minutes to actually open this page. Now I'm tired. But dammit, I'm going to blog.

Ah. I know I haven't done this in a while. It's actually really difficult to know what to say. That's the problem with not blogging in ages: I know what I've been up to and what fills the space since my last update, but none of you do. Which makes it hard to fill. But, I'll try my best.

I feel like anything I would have to say about "lately" would be boring. Well, no, that's a lie, there is one very amazing aspect of my life right now, but I'm not going to talk about it because I want it to remain not-touched-by-the-internetz, if that makes sense. But I've been happier lately than I have been most of this year, despite it being a really good one.

I've almost finished school! I have about 9-10 days until my first exam (French oral. Shoot me.), and about three weeks until I officially finish school, before written exams. Scary stuff. I can not even begin to describe how fast term three was. It's one massive blur; last holidays definitely do not feel as if they were 11 weeks ago...

So. I'm entering a sort of study-frenzy right now, this week will be me focusing (and i mean it!) on work. Like I said, not very interesting. However, school is a big deal for me at the moment, because it's about to end.

It's strange to think about, really. The end of high school.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Girl Band

I remember back when I was in grade 2 and 3 my two friends and I had a dream. Well, really, my friend Madeline and I had the dream. Meg was allowed to join after we found out she had more talent than the both of us put together.

I'm not sure what inspired us, but I'm assuming it was either Britney Spears (our focused obsession at the time) or The Spice Girls, who give us the idea of creating a Girl Band. We wanted to be famous. Sing in front of other people. We began planning, our eager little minds buzzing at the prospect of Making IT. Our steps were guided by a small paperback novella entitled something like "How to form a GIRL BAND" or "CHICKY BABIES KNOW HOW TO ROCK!" It provided us with the steps to success:

1. Find members (check)

2. Find motivation (...check)

3. Find a look:

Our look consisted of many layers of purple eye shadow and a lipstick which would've been happy on a corner turning tricks. Unfortunately. We discussed the possibility of each taking on a persona, a la Spice, but after too many fights over who would get to be "the cute, girly one" we ditched the idea. We would just have to submit to glitter, gold and overly large high heels stolen from our mothers.

We had our look.

4. Find a name:
The name-finding eventually turned out to be our downfall (but let's not skip ahead). The Book provided us with a list of random words, of which we were supposed find a name by writing them down on torn pieces of paper and pulling them out of a hat. The list contained (but was not limited to) words like the following:

Ice. Groovy. Babies. Chickies. Spunky. Kittens. Sugar. Awesome. Sparkle. Cool.

I'm sure you get the idea.

We slaved over our pieces of paper, creating the perfectly squared slices of our future. Scrawled over each sliver was a name, written with care, (any mistakes made were thrown in the rubbish).

And so, we piled our precious, promising words into a pile on the floor, after being unable to find a hat. We closed our eyes, wished, and each withdrew a word.

"Ok," Madeline said, always the leader, "Open them up! We are: The Kittens..."
"Cool!" I screamed
"Spunky!" yelled Meg with vigor. We looked at each other, our smiles radiating off our little faces.

The Kittens Cool Spunky.

Slowly, our smiles faded to be replaced by disappointment; our plan had failed. We returned to the book.

5. Get song writin'!
We decided our first concert would be to our grade 2/3 class, at lunch the day after the failed name ceremony. We would come up with a name after we'd performed at our first 'gig' - the book was wrong. So, Madeline assigned me to be the Song Writer. I eagerly took up the task, willingly pulling towards me a fresh pile of paper after the two girls had left my house. I wrote my heart out.

Now, shifting away from the story for a moment, I would just like to state how sad I am I don't still have a copy of this song. It was pretty brilliant. I mean, who else can come up with the words:

ooooh, ohhhhh,
I wish you'd cry for me.
die for me,
Jump through hoops and sing for me,
ooooh, ooooohhhh.

You get the idea. Man I was original.

Our concert received many a clapping hand before the kids turned back to their game of four square, and we were left with buzzing veins and a thirst for more. We consulted the book:

6. Stick it out! You never know what will happen!

What? No agency numbers? No details on how to call talent scouts?

We decided that maybe we were a lost cause.

We couldn't even come up with a good name!!

My point is that I could never write lyrics then and I'm seriously wondering how I'm going to write decent poetry in my literature SAC on Monday.

Hope you enjoyed =]

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Um. Hi?

I know, I didn't Blog Every Day Where Possible. I ran out of the excuse of "it's not possible" after perhaps the third day. Basically, I didn't have anything to write about. When I did have something to write about, I was either a) actually too busy, b) too tired or c) I wrote it in my physical diary/notebook in which I'm now making daily entries. So far I've kept it pretty steady; if I miss a day, I just write two pages the next one. Why I've moved to handwriting rather than blogging is because I need to get used to handwriting, at least for the end of school. It's becoming serious, this education of mine, and I've had to start actually putting extra effort in wherever possible. But anyway, enough blah blah blah, I should write something better than this. It has been a while.

So, these holidays weren't really spent doing much, at least for the first two weeks. Week three was insane. I was exhausted. I slept when I could and tried to fit in reading but even then I couldn't manage much. I had 9-5 musical rehearsals Monday-Friday and Sunday. I also had three 18ths to attend. One of them was my own (I had a lovely time ^_^). They were still so much fun, despite being so demanding.

For my birthday I got a macbook pro. I can't believe I ever functioned with a PC. And I used to be a defender of PCs, quite a proud one too! I think I wrote a blog post about something like this :S I can't remember! But anyway, it's amazing, I can make superquick videos (assuming that I learn how to use iMovie :P) and on that note:

I am now posting weekly videos! Except, not on my own channel. Ahem.

I've joined a collab channel, along with Min and Sarah , that is focusing on popculture. My section is books ^_^ take a look, it began this week! I'm so excited about it!!!!

Alright, I would love to promise that I'll post more regularly but I don't want to, in case I have to break that =[

Now I have to go do homework.

I would like school to be finished now.


Friday, June 26, 2009

#6 And sometimes...

... I just don't have anything to blog about. Sorry!

#5 Shorter than I wanted

Of course the time I wanted to make an intense blog post about my day would be the night that I'm tired and can't be bother to type things. DOT POINTS:

  • Woke up, got dressed, ran to meet a friend
  • Saw said friend. Had sushi and donuts. Loved it
  • Returned from seeing previous friend, had txt from another friend, went out to see that friend
  • Saw about five minutes of a Royal Tennis match for the first time in my life. Was intrigued
  • Left friend number two
  • Came home and read
  • Mother and Step-Dad returned from Italy. They came bearing gifts.
  • Tried on gifts
  • Going to go and finish book/start a new one probably
Sorry for vague details but it's late and sleep is needed soonish.

Books read these holidays: 3 (technically #3 isn't finished, but it will be by the time I sleep)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

#5 Apple Attack

And not the fruit kind. The technological kind. I've been contemplating the new iPhone (and the old one prior to that :P) since I heard Apple was releasing it. I think I'll buy one after I turn 18, and possibly start a plan now that I'll be old enough to actually sign a contract. I've been using pre-paid since I first got a phone, but I guess it depends which will be the less expensive in the long run. My urge to get an iPhone has been spurred on by my current phone crashing every other time I need to send/receive a txt, and also by my almost unconditional love for my iTouch; if only I could call people on it.

On an Apple related note, I think it's possible that I'll get a new laptop for my birthday. I wasn't going to ask for one, the main reason I need a new laptop is cause my wonderful, cheapskate school needs to take this one back once I conclude my education there. Rather annoying, seeing as the 'lease' we've paid over the three years I've had this laptop has covered the price, and more, quite easily.
I'm probably going to get the 13-inch macbook pro. I thought about macbook air, but tons of people turned me from the idea, and it's also really unnecessarily expensive.

*pauses to let the cat in*

Urgh. I'm becoming a Mac person, aren't I? I can't believe I just wrote a whole blog post about it. My past-PC self is kicking me.

Books read these holidays: 2

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

#4 A productive day

I'm not sure how many people would agree that my day was productive. But I feel it was. I woke up, no hangover despite having consumed quite a lot of free wine last night, ate some food, and read all day. That I can finish a book over 3-4 days now is wonderful, whereas during the term it can take me from 3-5 weeks. I dislike that; I hate having to put reading as one of my last priorities. So that's why I am trying to devour as many books while I can. I've got enough piled up on my shelf as it is.

I also just wrote about 300 words of Chasing Us, which may seem small but believe me, I'm happy with it. I've had to train myself to understand that writing a novel should not be like NaNoWriMo, during which you try and expel over 1,000 words a day. That's not healthy. I do, however, need to start writing more consistently. One of the reasons I'm writing this blog every day of the holidays. It's a reminder, as well as a fun hobby that I'd like to continue with.

I had a couple of questions (literally, two :P) so I'll answer them now:

Is driving hard?
Well, yes, it is at first. The first time I drove, in a deserted car park, I was terrified (as was my mum) that I would hit everything in my path, not that there was actually anything in my path. I remember screaming at mum, "Don't let me hit that pole!"
The pole was about 100 metres away. =].

But don't worry, it gets easier. It's never technically simple, cause when you drive you have to constantly be alert, I mean, otherwise there will probably be a big bang, and pain. I love driving, though. It's really calming, once you get used to it =]

Which 3 places would I like to visit and what 3 things would I like to achieve in the next 10 years and why?

I want to go to London, Paris, and the U.S, but I can't narrow it down any further because there are about 100 million places I'd love to go, some of which I'm sure I've never even heard of =]

In the next ten years... I want to continue learning. It doesn't matter what. I'd also like to have a job that I enjoy, or at least that is sustainable, and I'd like to be happy. Preferably for longer than ten years, but I'll take what I can get. (And that doesn't mean I'm not happy now. I'd like to remain happy.)

Now I'm going to continue reading. Bai! See you tomorrow!

Books read these holidays: 1

Monday, June 22, 2009

#3 Waiting for Nails to dry

I'm not altogether sure how successful this post will be, seeing as typing with wet nail polish is not always the best of ideas. However, I don't exactly have the time to wait for them to dry and then type this. So I'm being practical. More for the blog's sake than for my nails.

My driving lesson went rather well. And I pwned the reverse parallel parking yesssss. So I booked my test, which isn't until the 1st September =[ I should've booked it months ago, but ah well. I'm sitting the theory test on Friday, so you can be sure that I'll blog about it.

Anyway, tonight will be short, because I have to continue getting ready for my friend Katie's 18th.

Time for some interaction, perhaps? How are all you guys? Whats new? Any questions for me? I'd love to answer some, as always =]


Books read these holidays: 0 (Almost finished #1)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

#2 Intelligent is my favourite kind of Smart People

(The above title is a joke and yes I am aware of how ridiculous it sounds :P)

So last night, my friend Isabelle invited me to partake in Molly Bloom's Night (which was actually the 17th but Saturday night was easier to hold the gathering). If you don't know what that is, then don't worry, I didn't know what it was until I actually sat there and listened. If you do know, yay, you're education has been touched by James Joyce's Ulysses, the alleged 'most brilliant novel of the 20th century' and so immensely difficult to understand that scholars study it for years and still have no idea what the hell Joyce was on about. (So basically Molly Bloom's night is discussion of the Novel, where readers gather and read and eat Irish dishes and it's really fun)

It was actually a wonderful night, one filled with Literary discussion. I was supposed to just be an observer, and was treated as such, until they mentioned the Ulysses link with Homer's Odyssey. I then just blurted out some fact about Epic Poems, and ended up telling everyone about Classical Societies and Cultures (basically just repeating what I've studied for the many SACS we've done this year in that subject). So it was fun, to have some input. They invited me back next year =]. Hopefully by then I will have actually read Ulysses, or at least some of it.

I have a driving lesson tomorrow. That should be interesting. Except, not really, seeing as after completing something like 97 hours out of 120, I'm pretty sure I can drive. At least, I hope so. All I need to be taught now is how to Reverse Parallel Park. Yeah, that one. I will let you know how it goes.

See you tomorrow!

Books read these holidays: 0 (book 1 still in process...)

Saturday, June 20, 2009

#1 Let's do this

Although, I'm not going to continue typing that out, it's incredibly more difficult than BEDA.

I'm finally on term 2 holidays, during which I will have three weeks of wonderful, blessed freedom (and the occasional study day [damn it]) and at the end of which I will be 18. SO EXCITED. My dear friend Katie turns 18 on this Monday the 22nd, lucky girl, (incidentally, that's
Colby/Jason's 19th too. Go wish him happy birthday) so we are basically framing the holidays with our 18ths. Except she got the better end.

So, these holidays I'm planning on FINISHING Silver Sky, (at least, finishing the first draft. I think I'll tackle editing it when school is officially over), and also I need to actually finish the first chapter of Chasing Us, which is lying at the moment unceremoniously in a folder on my desktop, in need of love and attention... I'll finish it soon Colby!!

I also plan to sleep, have a small social life and forget that I have to go back to school at the end of it all. Granted, I only have one term left. Then three weeks of term 4, then exams, then I'll be done. DONE!

I'm going to go and read some more. I also want to get through as many books as I can, which I think I'll be tallying here.

See you all tomorrow!

Books read these holidays: 0 (number 1 is in progress)

Saturday, June 13, 2009

A New Goal

Hello everyone!

I'm finding it rather hard to cope with knowing that I still have one week of school left. I feel as if holidays have commenced already, probably because I only had one day of classes last week. My year 12 coordinator said that this week will probably be hard too, damn it! Ah well, it will be great, so great! to have three weeks off.

hmmm. I'm finding it hard to blog about anything interesting right now, which is a pity. I do have things I could talk about but alas, my mind has shut down.

I'm thinking about doing another BEDA-esque project, except this time BEDHWP: Blog Every Day of the Holidays Where Possible. Yes? No? Maybe? I mainly want to do this because BEDA spanned during last school holidays, and it was nice. I enjoyed it. And it forces me to write things that have meaning rather than something such as this every now and again. It's nice to have consistency too. =].

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Re: the title:
I'm waiting for four books to come in the mail. I will somehow need to find time to read them, plus the other four I ordered off Amazon a couple of months ago which I haven't read yet, plus one or two novels for school. Plus various other things. Today I was tempted to buy the complete collection of short stories by Edgar Allen Poe. NO LIV. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT.

At least I didn't buy it this time. Still, I might go back, it would be a good purchase...

Firstly (secondly?), before I forget, I would love you lovely people to take yourselves over to this blog. He is my friend and has just started blogging. His posts are very nice to read (and I'm not just saying that because I get mentioned heaps :] :P) . He's also a co-author of that novel-I-probably-told-you-about-but-if-I-didn't-then sorry-it's-hard-to-keep-track-so-I'll-tell-you-again-anyway =]. When I asked you all to vote on those names, it was for the title of this collaborative novel, which we have decided to name "Chasing-Us." He has already completed his first chapter, and I'm on the way to completing mine, and it's rather fun.

In other news, I'm currently on a 5-day-weekend, which is lovely, because it feels like forever since I've had a proper break. I spent two days lounging around doing nothing, and Monday-Wednesday I will be/have been seeing friends. I should be working on a 2 minute drama solo, but I really cannot be bothered, even though we're performing Thursday. Meh, 2 minutes is nothing. It's actually almost harder than the end of the year 7 minute solo, which we have to do externally, because it's really difficult to fit in the prescribed content. I'll see how I go. I'll probably begin brainstorming tonight, and work on it tomorrow after I go to the movies.

I caught up with my cousin today, and it made me want to be in Uni already. I want this year to be over. It's going really fast, yes, but I miss having free time, and having my mind away from SACs and practice SACs and essays and not having time to read and only maintaining a social life when there is an off-chance of having a couple of days free because I don't take a science and therefore don't have mid-years. I really need school holidays, I think, so I can unwind and just pretend to have a stress-free life for a while. And then I'll turn 18 anyway (YES!).

Anyway, I know I just need to work through it/ it will be over soon yada yada yada. I can still complain about it =].

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Small post for Silver readers

I just posted chapters 23-25 on the livejournal account. These three, like I said, are probably my favourite chapters, so please comment and let me know what you think! The beauty with the internet is that you can anonymously critique too! How awesome is that? haha.

You can read it here

I've got a five day weekend soon so expect actual blogs then.


Sunday, May 31, 2009

Today, I met John Green LML ( [i]lovemylife)


Wow, I want to say so much about this weekend, but said weekend has made me unbelievably tired. Partly because I had some weird 24 hour cold on friday/saturday that has almost disappeared, leaving no side effects (appart from exhastion). But it's gone so I can assume it's not Swine Flu :P

So perhaps I'll just dot point for now, and elaborate in a post later this week. Sorry for sucking.

- Yesterday (Saturday), I met up with Rohan, Chris, Leuke, and Rob plus some other lovely people to just hang out around Melbourne. It was a good day

- Today, I met John Green.

- The above people, plus Mitto all came along, and we went to two events and both were just, surreal

- John spoke, was amazing to listen to, and to see him be there in front of us... just wow.

- The first time we went up to get our books signed, and after he talked to Chris (whom he gave two shout outs during the event), John looked up and said, "Oh, Liv! I didn't see you when you were sitting there. How are you?"

....OMG!!!! best moment of my life. I mean, he's one of my favourite authors. Just AHHH!!!

- Spent some more time with the guys, and my friend Emily who came along, saw Frezned (if you don't know who he is then youtube him, his videos are amazing. I just can't be bothered to type out another link :P)

- Came home rather happy.

This weekend was something I desperately needed (read: actual fun). I've been so immersed in school for the past two weeks that basically, I just wanted to sleep all weekend before dragging myself back to school. But it was worth it, so unbelieveable worth it.

In other news, as some have asked about my results in things for school, I thought I'd tell you I received an A+ for the previously mentioned Drama Ensembles , which I am SOOO glad because I worked hard on that bitch-of-a-project. And I've been going really well in everything else too. A french SAC which I thought I failed turned out to be the complete opposite, but only because the whole class failed, and so instead of being marked out of 20, it was scaled to be marked out of ten. My 7.5 out of 20 became a 7 out of 10, so I got a B. I LOVE THE BELL CURVE!

Ah that feels strange, talking about marks on this. I just feel like it should be left alone, I don't think I will again.

I also finished typing another two chapters of Silver Sky, which I haven't posted yet because the second needs editing. These chapters when written consequtively are probably two of my favourite chapters, and I really think you guys will like them (at least I hope so.) I' considering waiting until I type up the next chapter, though, then posting all three, because otherwise what happens may not have the impact I would like.

If this doesn't make sense, I apologise. I'll see if I can write something more coherent later this week.

Hmmm, longer than I intended. Ah well.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Woes of a 14 year old

Sigh. At this very minute I'm listening to my sister talk about boys over phone msn. Neither of our doors are closed because a) I was playing Gunther and wanted to see how long it would take her to yell at me (she strangely never did...), b) she never shuts her door and c) I'm about to go downstairs and get some tea.

So before I get The Drink That Heals all, I thought I would write a blog post. Two days in a row :O getting a bit BEDA-Esq isn't it? Speaking of posting, did you guys like me posting every day? Would you like some more effort on blogging on my part? These questions aren't Rhetorical. =]. I should take this moment to thank everyone who reads my blogs actually, and all the regular and sometimes one-time commenters, you are all great =].

I'm so tired.

I thought about explaining yesterday's post in more depth. I don't think I will. Just know that I have no problem with life, I think I was just talking about the severe mortality of everything. And I mean everything.

I'm going to go get my tea now =]

Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Earth

A problem with Literature is that when you read something like A Passage to India, it will open your eyes to the world, and with that comes some depressing thoughts. This came to me as I lay in bed trying to sleep Thursday night (exhausted after Ensembles but unable to sleep, despite having a SAC the next day).

Usually what I think about before sleep isn't quite this depressing, but that was the mood I was in. I was upset after Ensembles, only because of a something small, but basically all the stress came out at once, and didn't really leave me. Then that night I was lying there, listening to music and thinking about life. And then a thought came to me, and I began to cry. I don't know whether I believe it, but it was not nice to think about. It's basically a variation of what Forster talks about in his Novel, and the reason some of our Lit classes have been so mind-numbing. I just wrote this down now, and I'm pretty tired so I might refine it tomorrow. It may seem obvious, but the way it came to me, was horrid.


Drop down, fall far, the direction we are heading in will crumble and cave. Give it time, there is no answer, only the past to look at and wistfully yearn for. Wish for a time when there were no questions. Then, it was possible to look forward without fear, without regret, without a damaged future that is imminent, relentless, and inexpiable. Life on a grander scale is like anything mortal. It once was new, it is growing, and one day it will die. We can’t stop it, as we can’t stop death. We can only prolong it.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Well the page is opened, I may as well Blog

I'm so tired. And this week has not even properly started. URGH.

That's all I want to say.

*posts blog, then decided that she doesn't want to be boring, and comes back*

On second thoughts, I would rather be writing this than listening to French or writing something about The Kite Runner (sigh) or analysing some Parthenon sculpture, "Poseidon is positioned thus in order to be portrayed as the older, wiser God of the three. In comparison to Apollo, who presents a more youthful posture, the God of the Ocean is upright and imposing..." (Huh, came up with that just then. I'm so using it in my analysis...).

Basically today has been filled with Drama rehearsals. Two of them. One for the aforementioned (?) Drama Ensembles, which is now COMPLETED!! I think that once we've performed them Thursday, I will never want anything to do with The Truman Show or McDonald's ever again. On the upside I can now say "Two-all-beef-patties-special-sauce-lettuce-cheese-pickles-onions-on-a-sesame-seed-bun" fluently, which you may remember as an ad campaign a few years back; if you could say it within a certain time limit, you would get a free burger. I wish they still did that.

Second rehearsal was Pirates of Penzance (I missed the start while at school) which was SO MUCH FUN. An hour of Pirates was better than every.single Playing For Time rehearsal. After it I was almost dazed with glee (my language is rather strange today, just ignore).

Okay that's enough for today. Off to write some essaysssssss.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

School Tights.

I am sorry, but how hard is it to ask for a pair of tights that WON'T get holes in the feet area after one use? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Furthermore, these babies cost about $15-$20 each and as my school insists on allocating a colour that is not really conventional, we can't find them anywhere cheaper.

Of course the alternative is to wear socks, but you see, I don't for several reasons: 1) They fall down and you are continuously having to lean down and pull them up to their approved knee-length. 2) They are a disgusting brown colour and 3) They do nothing to protect you from the winter wind.

My point is, they should make sturdier tights.

Thank you. This has been a Pointless Liv Blog Post as she prepares to begin her homework.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Silver Sky update

I finished another chapter!! It was staring me in the face for way too long, and then a conversation with a beloved friend at school spurred me on. I'll tell you, it was painful. I will never write that small again unless I want to really torture someone.

Chapter 22 is here. CLICK!. It was painful to write for other reasons, and not the ones you would expect, after reading it. I just wasn't sure if it was working yada yada yada. But let me know what you think.

And for those who don't understand what the hell I'm talking about, Silver Sky is a novel that I've written, started in November of last year and finished in France. The French part is handwritten, and therefore has to be typed up. Unfortunately I am lazy and am studying year 12 so it's kind of been forgotten. Take a look if you so wish, and let me know what you think!!

Monday, May 11, 2009

It's Over


Basically; surprisingly, the play was deemed "the best production seen in years."


Actually, I can understand why. You see, it was a good play - but that didn't make it any less excruciatingly painful. The whole cast was actually rather shocked at how well it was received.

We were waiting for people to walk out during the performances, because how could the audience not see how painful it had been for us? Couldn't they make out the tired circles around our eyes, or the bruises on our legs? They probably couldn't see it through the stage make-up, which was, incidentally, pale faces and a black tint under our eyes like those dreaded dark circles caused by lack of sleep; nightmares; fear.

But didn't the crowd notice our aching muscles, our strained gaits, our desperation to be OUT of there? No, they just probably thought our acting was phenomenal - what else would prisoners of war look like? Definitely not energetic, absolutely not fresh, and awake. And pragmatically, there would be a desperation to escape.

So I suppose those aspects helped us, rather than hindered us. Great.

Although, I'll admit, performing was fantastic. My character, while not having many lines, was onstage basically 80% of the time, so I never got a moment to relax and bring myself back to be myself. I forgot about the crowd ogling at us, and only thought about what was happening around me. Which I'm thankful about. I was even able to cry on cue, on the first night. That's kind of awesome.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

# oh wait we aren't numbering them anymore... (darn habbits)

I almost felt like making the title longer than the blog post after writing that out. But I won't be mean.

So whats new, whats new... I seem to be having BEDA withdrawal pain because I'm finding it rather hard to stay away from this old thing. Who would have thought? The only reason I haven't posted (and I'm sure many of you would have guessed by now, and if you haven't you can read on and pretend you did) is, yes, because of THE PLAY. I had rehearsal Sunday night and last night, but not tonight, so that's lovely as it means the directors [from hell] feel that we don't need some intensive cruelty menthod imposed on us to make us act as if we are living in WW2. It's actually quite hard to do.

Tomorrow is opening night.

I'm getting to the part of the process which, especially in this case, is the best part. I've been in enough productions now to know that this is definitely, by far the worst in terms of rehearsals and blocking process etc, but it's still exciting to know that we will be performing it. I'm glad that I'm finally getting some sort of joy out of this experience, because then it would just have been a waste of A LOT of time. I can actually work out how many hours I've put into this thing.


Uh, I wasn't even expecting it to be that long. And this isn't counting the actual production performances themselves :S. Then my total will be about 83 hours, give or take. wow.

Huh. Bit shocked really.

Anyway, so I posted a video onnnn Sunday? Sunday, I think, and yes, it was a song I wrote AGES ago but didn't put it up as it was intended for a collaborative video that fell through (poor Nick :P) so now I decided to use it in order to fill in some time.

I'll post once this is all over. I really can't wait.

Sunday, May 3, 2009


Is cool.

Friday, May 1, 2009


Ha. Thought you'd seen the last of me for a little while, hadn't you?

Actually I wasn't planning on writing a blog today, but I'm at my friend Steph's house, on her laptop, and thought, hay, why not?

I'm here because she needed someone to sit in a chair and pretend that they were sunbathing for her art project. So I was wearing a bikini in [insert temperature] degrees, haha which was fun! And now we're about to get ready for a friend's 18th dinner thing, which should be lovely. I need something like this after two SACs this week. English went well, Classics...not so sure. Hopefully alright but I really don't want to think about it.

It's kind of nice to write one of these without having to write it. hmm. despite how short it is. I'm just looking forward to my one free day tomorrow for the weekend (during which I will be doing work...) and then another 7 hour play rehearsal. Actually I have rehearsal every day next week. That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and then the actual production on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. BUT THEN IT WILL BE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!



Thursday, April 30, 2009


Wouldn't that be great, to fail on the last day of BEDA? I would be disgusted with myself.

And here I had this whole plan of making some sort of awesome blog (although I hadn't quite worked out
how, I was just hoping it would happen. hmmm) but I have yet another SAC tomorrow which I've been studying for, so I kinda missed the whole opportunity to make this nice and pretty.

So, what happens after BEDA? Well, I think I'm definitely going to keep blogging as much as I can; it's nice to have something like this. BEDA has made me realise how much I actually like blogging, which I'd forgotten about during Term 1 on account of all the lack-of-sleep-and-no-time. But you know, it's worth putting in the effort from time to time for sure. It will just be nice to not have to do it Haha.

Still, it will be awesome being able to look over a whole month whenever I feel the need to reminisce about April 2009.

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Okay I just forgot I was writing this. I went downstairs and had a late dinner with my sister and watched House Bunny before I realised I HAVE TO STUDY!

So my point is that I will not forget about this blog =] it just won't be daily!


Thanks for reading and commenting and basically: <3

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

#29 Explanation

I was going to write a short blog post today as I'm tired and have an oral to practice, but then I remembered today is the SECOND LAST DAY OF BEDA! Wow. I'm not even sure if it's gone fast or not. Probably because I haven't exactly Blogged Every Day during any other month, so there's nothing to compare it to.

So here's an explanation to yesterdays question:

The general verdict:

Junction: 4

Chasing Us: 2

The Crossroad: 2

Focal Point: 1

The Hunt: 0


Hmm. Well, hmmm. I'll have to talk to Colby about this.

"But who is Colby?" you all must be wondering. (Except for Colby. He knows who he is.)

Well Colby is the co-author of a collaborative novel that will apparently be called "Junction" but I still prefer "Focal Point." Anyway, we met through this blog and became friends pretty much straight away, and have been planning this little collab-novel right from the start. We won't be posting the chapters up for you guys (sorry =] you'll just have to buy it :P) unless we decided that maybe one or two can go out for some opinions.

I might write out the plot line that we've come up with one day, but at the moment I think it best to keep it under wraps. Secrecy can be necessary (and fun!). I'm really looking forward to starting this. Obviously as a side project cause Year 12 (as you all know very well from countless complaints by moi) is HARDDDDDDDDD.

I'd better go and practice! See you guys tomorrow for the final BEDA!


ah this is still rather short. Play rehearsal wasn't that painful today. Probably because we didn't have to go on the bunks. And we didn't get yelled at. yay.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

#28 A Vote

Hello! Before I get started, I have a question. Answers are most appreciated, as this is actually really important... =D

Which one:
"Junction"; "The Crossroad(s)"; "Focal Point"; "Chasing Us"; "The Hunt"

(The answer isn't anything that can be googled, and it's not some strange test, haha.)

Thank you!!!!


What to talk about today? I had a couple of giggle fits at school , one in French class talking about, well, we'll see if I can even bring myself to mention it; and the other talking about Cows and how their milk should be chocolate flavoured and correspond to the Cow's coat: e.g. Brown Cow = Milk Chocolate. We also decided that if you shake the cows, and you get Chocolate Milk Shakes. If the Cows are from the Swiss Alps, they will make chocolate ice-cream. Haha. Katie, we are awesome :P (I had to write this down so that I could remember the hilarity's of this year :P <3). style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Anyway, today in French we just tried to discuss things, in French (go figure). My teacher asked me if there were any serious social issues (or something) at the moment, and because I couldn't think about anything in school per say, I just said, "er, la grippe porcine...?"
In other words: Swine Flu. Which is basically a scary thought right now, and I hope that everyone who reads this is safe/everyone you know is safe =] Just don't go near coughing people :P

That's not actually the point of my story. My point is where my French teacher lead the conversation. We began talking about eating meat; why people become vegetarian; should we cut down on how much Cow we eat to reduce carbon emissions? - then he asked us, why do we eat Cows, instead of say, Dogs?
From a philosophical point of view, and nothing to do with culture etc (he wasn't telling us we should eat dogs, he was just saying, well, if we can eat cows, why not dogs?) and then we moved on to cultures that say, worship cows, and actually eat dog. And then he brought up... Urgh. Well, who's heard of the Scientology-method of childbirth and what they eat after the baby is born? I really don't want to say it. Basically, it ended with my French teacher leaping away from his computer in horror after searching "Cooking recipes" for this particular...delicacy, and the class in hysterics.

I love days like this.

Monday, April 27, 2009

#27 My favourite Passage

Haha. Oh pun, you will never fail to amuse me. If you don't understand, then let me speed you up - I just want to talk a bit about "A Passage to India" for a little while (get it now?). It's the text we are studying for our next Lit SAC and consequentially, our exam (assuming I choose this text when we get to that point.)

Now as I've probably mentioned before, this is a difficult novel to read. Why? Well for many reasons. It would be hard to go into it without you guys knowing the text (do you? Let me know =] ). Anyway, there is this one passage that has fast become one of my favourite passages ever. It's just beautiful. It's when Forster is describing Chandrapore, and he moves on to describe the sky (which he comes back to often):

The sky too has its changes, but they are less marked than those of the vegetation and the river. Clouds map it up at times, but it is normally a dome of blending tints, and the main tint blue. By day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference - orange melting upwards into tenderest purple. But the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. Then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. The distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue.

One day I will write something as amazing as that. Or at least, I hope I will.

Anyway, someone asked for more French stories, so OKAY!

Here's a bizarre story that doesn't really have an interesting conclusion, it's rather one of those tales that drift off in an awkward silence. But I just found it hilarious.

The classes I had to attend in France were either Science, Maths, French or English (English was by far my easiest/best subject while I was there...). The problem with Science, Maths and French, was that, with the first two, I can't even understand them when they are in English. Let alone some old French bird standing at the front of the class, holding up a tennis ball and speaking in some rapid, incoherent (to my petite ears) language while I stared blankly back (I think it was, um, geometry?). Then I discovered that no one really cared what I did in class, so I just read, and then after our two week break, I wrote (even though by then, my listening had improved enough that I could understand what people were talking about as long as I understood the context).

So perhaps in the early second week, I was sitting in Biology, book in hand, a faint drone of French in the hazy background. I was far too immersed in The Bell Jar to notice my name being called the first time, so I had to have my shoulder tapped by the teacher herself, so as draw me out of my stupor. I looked up, slightly confused, and heard the teacher say, " 'Ow iz it that yohu sai "sex-appeal" en Anglias?"

I was slightly confused, as generally, this is not a question thata teacher would ask a student. Apparently two students were flirting and the teacher felt a need to ask the boy whether he thought the girl had sex appeal. And then, because there was an Australian in the class, they asked her what it was in English. Then, I was asked to get up and write it on the board.

For the remainder of the lesson I sat there, again reading, but occasionally looking up and staring in amazement at the words sitting rather prominently on the black board.

Stereo-typical French, anyone?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

#26 Just realised #25 was untitled :S

Today's going to be a short one folks.

I would love to bore you all about my play rehearsal today, but really, I suffered enough pain so you guys shouldn't too.

I think I have more bruises from the bunks though.

Um, Yeah, Sorry, my mind isn't really working right now. This could be because I am way too immersed listening to the Wicked soundtrack. And because my mind is telling me to get the hell to bed.

Night night.

Saturday, April 25, 2009


I'm writing a blog a lot earlier than usual as I kinda need to get it out of the way. I have to write an English Oral at some point this evening, and I figure it best to do this blog when I'm not completely frustrated at myself. See, now I'm still in a good mood. And feeling a lot better, thank you. =]. Although I woke up with a sore arm, feeling rather nauseous :S it's passed. My arm is still sore.

Anyway, my football team (st. kilda) WON. HELL to the YES. By about 80 points too. Yayness.

Gah I didn't know what to type so I wrote out the whole McDonalds Menu song (had to memorise for my Drama Ensembles) which I learnt in about 20 minutes with the help of Gunther and the lyrics. Then I deleted it because I don't want to advertise Macca's on this blog.

Okay I was just reminded of a story from France! yay

Probably my best food experience of the whole trip was our four days in Paris at the beginning. This was mainly because the breakfast they served us at the hotel was AMAZING, and because we were allowed to go off by ourselves for lunch. One day we spent about thirty precious minutes (we had an hour) walking around Chatlet des Halles (a huge shopping center that has everything except food, we found out) trying to find somewhere to eat, before we emerged onto the snowy streets and found a cute little pasta cafe.

We walked into a rather large and expensive restaurant on our first day but didn't realise how expensive it was because A) we were jet-lagged and B) we just assumed it was the normal price range in Paris (I think I was charged about 20 euros for a club sandwich, about $AU40 :S But it was worth it. So worth it.)

I walked out of Paris with pretty good memory of the cuisine, so you can imagine my excitement when told by my host family we would be taking a day-trip there. We'd walked around for most of the morning when my host-father declared lunch, so I happily trotted after them, in a state of mean hunger. And where did they take me, amoung all the wonderful patisseries and boulangeries and cafes and escargot-fancy places? You've probably guessed. McDonalds.
"Eet iz an hoppourtunitee foar you to taste zhe differahnce" said my host-father, obviously thinking it was a treat for me to try McDonalds a la France. The only thing I got out of that experience was the knowledge that Australian McDonalds is better than French McDonalds. Then I felt disgusting for the rest of the day, and found it pretty hard to enjoy myself.

Sorry it's not really a happy ending :P I just wonder, WHYYY??? Urgh. Now I have the menu song stuck in my head. If anyone needs to know an item from the 1990's Maccas menu, let me know, I can tell you what it is. (not much has changed, really.)

Friday, April 24, 2009

#24 Injections Muddle and beFuddle the Brain

Hello. I'm writing this to you from a state of rather interesting hazyness. Vagueness. Tiredness. Need I continue? It's because today I had a Flu shot and my third dose of Gardasil which means:

1. I'm protected from the devil known as Influenza this year;

2. I am now completely cervical cancer repellent;

3. I will never have to get another painful needle related to preventing cervical cancer (it really hurts. I could barely feel the Flu shot in comparison);

4. I now feel woozy etc because the Flu Vaccine is a bitch, and you apparently have to go through some nice physical pain before you can be protected for a year. Awesome.

On that note, I'm going to go and read, sleep and wake up to find my football team has prevailed (hopefully...)

Thursday, April 23, 2009

#23 Pain

Wow this is so early to be writing a blog. 7:00pm, what's with that? Sorry about yesterday's brief post, I was too tired/sore to think clearly. Plus I was annoyed; this Play is driving me insane. I regret ever wanting to be a part of it. Not only is it painful to sit through rehearsals, but it is now painful to rehearse.

We have these WW2 style bunk beds, which are probably exactly the same as what the prisoners had. Why? Because they HURT to sit on. They hurt to lie on. They are painful to look at. The fact that we were wearing really thin school dresses meant that the wood panels practically sliced through and marked our legs. I have a bruise on my arm. I had a splinter (which would have served its life quite well as a toothpick) thrust into my palm when I accidentally dragged my hand along the bunk climbing down.

Besides that, I'm adapting back into the rhythm of school life, although this Term has already proved more stressful than the last, just with the prospect of work ahead.

It's always difficult to pick a favourite class with my subjects because they are all
brilliant, but I have to say, sitting in Literature makes my heart sing. I'm not sure if it's the discussion of our novels, or listening to my classmates all speak so intently about pretty much any subject we come up with (tangents are a prominent factor in Lit class) or just my quintessential teacher... who knows.

I was going to talk about the novel we are currently studying but I actually have to get back to studying.

And with the stories, I'm not sure when I'll have time to write some out. They take a lot of time up that I don't have. We'll see. My problem this weekend is that I have rehearsal for SEVEN HOURS on Sunday, so I have to complete all my homework on Saturday. Urgh.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

#22 Sigh

If the oppourtuity comes up, never, ever EVER take part in or watch Playing For Time.

This has been Liv's Tip of the Month.

Until Tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

#21 A long Day

Oh of course the internet wouldn’t be working. I’m typing this out in a Word Doc because I really don’t want to wait for the system to re-start, and then have to go into my blog and open up a new post and then begin writing. So I’m typing this here. Not that it makes a difference to you guys as it is this will be exactly the same as it appears to you every other day.

Hai =].

I forgot how tiring school is. Add the actual tiring part of my day to the fact that I only had about 5 hours sleep, and you have one tired Liv. It’s not really my fault that I couldn’t sleep, I mean, I was lying there for perhaps three hours and then suddenly I looked at the clock and it was 2AM. “Brilliant I thought,” and I then proceeded to text twitter to inform everyone I couldn’t sleep.

Anyway, I’ve decided that there is no way I can get through school and keep doing all I do on the internet, which is funnily enough taken up reading everyone’s BEDA blogs. So I think I’m just going to wait until the weekend and then go through them then. I’ve spent the last couple of hours writing a Classics essay I should have completed about a week ago when I actually had time, but ah well. At least I feel compelled to do work again, it’s just way too hard during the holidays.

Oh and I wanted to ask, now that there are only about 9 days of BEDA left, is there anything in particular you would like me to write about? Any more questions? Challenges? Suggestions? And whatever other synonyms you would like to think of. Keep in mind that I kind of have school to think about now ^_^


Monday, April 20, 2009

#20 Sigh

I have to go back to school tomorrow. While I love school, I think I've grown far too accustomed to holiday life. It feels like they've lasted forever! Which is what you want, I guess, term fast; holidays slow. I thought it was generally the other way around. Hmmm.

Today was mainly spent trying to do homework. I didn't really get much done, because I've forgotten what it feels like to work. Sure, it's a wonderful feeling, but still, it can't last. Hopefully I'll be back in the swing of things by the end of the week, and then I'll be back and immersed in my work and loving school (to a degree) again. Still, I have many things to look forward to this term:

  • The conclusion of a play I hate: What we were working on all of first term, Playing For Time, has almost made me want to scream in frustration whenever I think about rehearsals. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but if not, I won't bore you with talk of the horrible and incruciating (is that made up?) pain this play has cause me. It will be over in three weeks! ahhh
  • The beginning of a Musical that I'm positive will be wonderful: Pirates of Penzance
  • Seeing my friends every single day again for another 9 weeks
  • The prospect that this time, at the end of next holidays, I will be Eighteen
  • The prospect that this time, at the end of next holidays, Harry Potter 6 will be a couple of days from being released (haha)
  • There's a possibility that I will begin writing a collaborative novel with someone who found me through this blog, and writing in general always excites me, plus it sounds like fun =D
  • THE NERDFIGHTER GATHERING ON MAY 31ST. John Green. Ahhhhhh! I booked my place for it today!!
There are probably more reasons but I can't think of them right now. I'm actually tired - which is GOOD because I must fall asleep tonight around midnight (as opposed to 3am which is probably my average bedtime during the holidays) so that I'm not dead tomorrow.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

#19 Trains

I think trains are the leading public transportation to a good story. Honestly, I have countless moments at my fingertips to recall to you, oh faithful readers. Though today's blog comes with today's train stories. There are two, in fact. Both of which I twittered about, but I would love to go into detail because I find one of them hilarious and the other mind-blowing.

Well the first was more of an background entertainment as I sat there, calmly listening to my iPod and shivering slightly in the brisk wind - though, I had my awesome new scarf with me, and I secretly knew that without it, I would have been colder.

There was a man walking around the other platform, rather large and stumbling around as if he were either drunk or not quite there in the head. He was clutching to his chest one football as red as Santa's rosy cheeks. It didn't remain in his hands though, oh no. He proceeded to kick said football at the walls of the station, letting it roll unevenly back to him, before aiming, and kicking again. This wouldn't seem a problem to the casual reader, but I haven't arrived at the best part. His 'innocent' kicking almost hit about three people in the head, and was missed because they had the intuition to duck in time.

And the man didn't stop.

You could tell how disappointed everyone on his platform was when he just managed to save his ball from rolling off onto the train tracks.

My second story is from when I was on the train, almost to my destination (flinders street). The two people sharing the four-seat section with me got up to exit the station before mine (Southern Cross) and I was alone. At least I was alone for about the time takes to walk from the doors of the train to a seat.

I was watching a pretty and happy looking girl walk down the train towards my section, to later sit down just a few seats up, when her face changed and my attention shifted as I looked up at a creepy, rather gruesome man coming to sit down next to me (I would like to point out that there were many vacant seats on the train).

This is not from shallowness or bad judgment, my reaction. The way the man stared while he sat down, I knew that I didn't want to be there. Another man was with him, who looked normal enough, but made it impossible for me to get up and leave because I didn't want to insult either of them (I realise they probably didn't care less, but still, it's mean to just get up and leave).

There must have been something in my face as well, as the girl who I had seen enter the train said something to me. I didn't quite catch it at first, as my music had closed me off from the outside world, but when I removed one headphone I heard her say, "Hey, oh my! I haven't seen you in ages!"
I took the hint and got up to walk over to her, the relief plain on my face. "Wow!" I said, "I barely even recognised you! Where abouts are you getting off?"

The conversation that continued lasted for about five minutes as our train drove on towards my station. We ended up chatting as if we had known each other for a long time, though it was mainly about school. As I got up to leave, I hugged her and hurriedly, in a whisper, asked for her name, and gave her mine.

I think the cringe moment of this was when I got up said goodbye, and then, loudly by habit, "It was nice to meet you!"


Her act of kindness was just so wonderful. I mean, I meet strangers online all the time, but to just connect with someone out of the blue, who I will probably never meet again (although I hope I do because she was really interesting) was a mind-triggering moment. It gave me some faith in humanity. Not that I'd lost faith at all, it was just nice.

See you all tomorrow.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

#18 100th Post?

I have to apologise profusely for yesterday's blog. It was rather... bland, you could say. The fault is my own*, see, I meant to write a proper blog earlier than what actually eventuated, but I have this habit of writing blogs rather late at night.

If you're Australian, you probably would have noticed this by now. Unless you go to bed early and presume that I write blogs early in the morning. Except that the time I post is recorded. So you all would know the time I post.


Sorry, back to the point. I ended up having to rush in order to get ready for a get-together with my lovely friends - hence part 1 of said blog. Part 2 was when I arrived home exhausted and could barely type.

So I bet you're thinking, "Well, at least she had a good night sleep."

So you would think! my fair readers**. Yet, I'm sorry to say, I was detrimentally kept awake until 3:00am (okay it didn't cause me harm but I was tired) by my best friend, whom I called in answer to a wild plea for help. Here is the ratio of advice and discussion about her problem, to friendly chit-chat: 10/90***.

It would be mendacious of me to say I did not enjoy the conversation. I did. I was just asleep for probably 20% of it.

And there concludes my lavishly detailed excuse (and a little extra story) about why yesterday, my blog sucked.

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Ha. That was fun. I definitely did not plan for that to become some pompous story :P. Always a joy to exercises my new vocabulary words**** that we were given as optional homework for Lit.

I've been eating way too much chocolate cake. My sister made some yesterday while I was out. It's the best cake ever (if you've heard of Nigella Lawson then you'd understand. Google her =])

I just saw that this is my 100th post! *celebrates*


*whose fault would it be? Duh Liv.
** capitalisation use intentional
*** or in other words, it was 'one big gossip/catch up session'
**** in this case, word...
***** sorry about the footnotes(?)

Friday, April 17, 2009

#17 LATE


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Hi =].

So, Firstly: I'm not drunk (so none of that tonight.)
Secondly: I'm really, really tired


I'd like to mention Gabi , who is new to the blogging scene, and is a rather interesting read, so check her out and give her some comments =]

(I'll make up for this abysmal blog tomorrow =] )

Thursday, April 16, 2009

#16 Is this inspiration? Is this nausea?

I have the strangest feeling right now. My body is buzzing with this urge to write something but I can't express it. WHY? URGH.

It like my creativity has been bottled up inside me and for some reason it can't and won't be released. I'm filled to the brim with adrenaline, I feel helpless and tired. Sure, it'll pass. Why not, we all go through mad rushes of feelings. And there has been absolutely nothing at all to spur it on, it just happened. This evening.


Just got back from helping my sister duct-tape her computer back together. Hasn't changed anything.

The real problem is that I have the inspiration, but I can't be bothered to use it. Call me lazy or what-not but I actually have my reasons for not wanting to do anything right now. I'm not going to tell you because I don't want to be hypocritical and tell a story when after just saying I don't want to write one.

Wow this tone is rather condescending. Don't mean to be. Better stop.

Sorry for this crap/really bizarre mood. Back to normal tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Wow, has it really been 15 days already? BEDA has gone rather fast! And I have to say, I'm really enjoying it! (I hope you guys are too). I know a lot of people who really disliked the concept after putting it to practice, but so far blogging every day hasn't been a problem for me. Though there are still another fifteen days to go, so I shouldn't speak so soon.

I thought I'd take a break from story writing today because I'm actually really tired. This is probably because I didn't sleep the 10+ hours I usually do during the holidays in order to go and meet some youtubers this morning. It was really fun! A couple of awkward pauses here and there, but that happens. We traipsed around the city for a significant part of the day, and while it probably wasn't actually that much walking, to me it felt like heaps. Which is probably why I'm now tired.

I went out for Japanese with my family this evening. The type where they cook in front of you (I know how you say it, but I'm not sure how you spell it... Tepin...something) and while it was really delicious, I was over it all by the end. See, they take about five billion hours to serve you, and then in only tiny portions. Granted, you are completely full by the end, but the wait is a bit hard. Ah well.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go and read for several hours. That should be fun. Night all.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

#14 Story: Through the howling wind

Hey Guys,

Here's the first story. Hope you enjoy! I didn't include the details like the poptarts etc because the plot line just kind of took over, I had fun writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

The prompt:
Proposed Plot Line: You are camping with friends in rugged terrain in the middle of nowhere, miles from civilization. After the first night you wake up and everyone is gone. Apart from a box of Poptarts and 3 litres of Iced Tea, all of you and your friends possessions are gone (including maps needed for leaving). Searching around the campsite you find only a few signs of struggle, some drops of blood, and also some very odd green wool unlike from any Australian animal you would recognize. You realize this is not a joke. You start to hear an unnatural screeching sound about 600 metres away. What do you do?

The story:

I wasn't quite sure what woke me up. Perhaps it was the rustling leaves, or the howling wind. Except, those are sounds that frequent the outdoors, a sweet offer of soothing change instead of banal city noises, the screech of tires and rushed rumble of trams that I so hated.

I blinked slowly at the tent roof, colourless in the night. Shivering, I reached for my jumper, lying precariously at the end of my sleeping bag. Sleep still muddled my thoughts and I had to sit still for a moment before the notion clicked into my mind: I was alone. Shell, my best friend, wasn’t lying beside me, wasn’t muttering in her sleep as usual. Nor was she there to safe guard our tent, to be my companion. She had left me.

I crawled towards the opening and searched in blindness for the zipper. I was filled with a sudden jolt of fear, like the feeling you get when you miss a step, or when you’ve forgotten something important, that urged me out of the tent with a rush of adrenaline, fumbling in the dark to stand outside. There was no noise, no quiet breathing of the boys who we’d left asleep by the campfire, tired after a day of laughter and hiking. The other tent, where Lucy and Dan had fallen asleep, was caved in, the centre pole ripped out. I took a shaky breath, frozen, my limbs tortured in immobile helplessness.

“Shell? I whispered. “Shell? Michelle!” I yelled, my shaky voice not carrying far at all. Then I was back to a soft murmur, “Where is everyone?”

This had to be some sick joke. A set up. A reality TV show. Yet I couldn’t picture any of my friends doing this to me. Not to the girl that is afraid of everything, who relies on her friends more than she can depend on herself. The girl only good in support.* I felt the tears welling up and my throat tightening as I moved around. I was a lost deer, separated from her family. Alone, confused, and scared. My chest was hurting because I was forgetting to breath. I stumbled around, checking for a sign, a note; perhaps they had gone on a midnight stroll, and had wanted to let me sleep.

My eyes adjusted to the night as I circled the campfire, allowing myself to notice the footprint mark in the ash of our smouldering fire pit, and the coal scattered around as if someone had been dragged through it, trailing ash behind them. My eyes were widening, I became frantic. Shell’s sleeping bag was half of our tent, unnoticed by my blind eyes only moments before, but now I could picture her being dragged out, clutching onto her sleeping bag as the only available material before it was pried out of her weak grip.

I walked slowly in the direction of the strewn coal, out of our small clearing. My eyes and legs seeming to be the only functioning part of my body. Was the grass flatter here, as though someone had been dragged along it, or was my mind searching desperately for bizarre scenarios, instead of just finding reasonable, simple answers for my friend’s disappearances? I’d stopped on the flattened grass, one hand up to my mouth, when my gaze fall on the trees lining out campsite. It was there, when I saw it. Green wool. From Shell’s jumper. My knees crumbled, my head was limp as I struggled with myself, fighting the urges to scream wildly and helplessly, to tremor in despair.

A horrible, goose bump inducing scream pierced the night. But it was ephemeral, and soon the darkness was devoid of any abnormal noises, it was just me, alone with the leaves rustling and the wind howling. I sat up, staring at the colourless tent walls, my breathing ragged. Shell turned to me, still safe under her sleeping bag. “Bad dream?” she asked sleepily.

*Quote from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead