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That’s the way I like it! October 26, 2009

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Free like a bird!

Free Like a Bird

THE END OF SCHOOL!

End of thirteen years of an institution…I have survived with my individuality intact! And that is a feat my friends.

I remember in Year 7 running around like a wild, wooley fairy, me and my fellow non-conformists with flowers in our hair, climbing trees, imagining, avid followers of Anne of Green Gables.

I finished in red suspenders and a jazz hat dressed like a boy. Finally accepted to some degree I guess from the others. A little pruned I guess, more stylish, tactful, knowledgable…

Now the real world starts and boy am I pumped for it!

 

 

64 Things I want to Do Before I Die – 2009 update! August 15, 2009

I started this list when I was 10 and have been adding to it, and crossing off it ever since. When I first started this blog I wrote a ’57 Things I Want To Do Before I Die’ and after a few more ideas and modifications (and I full more cross outs – woo hoo!) I decided it was time for an update! Also, I plan to write a series based on the ones I have crossed out ala ‘Mighty Girl’. Keep posted!

1. Make a difference; rattle the world with something that will last and change future generations, the way people live and think

2. Be in love with life – capre diem!

3. Change someone’s life, inspire them,

4. Fall in love totally and completely

5. Write and publish a book/novel – or a few! Something classic, like the next Jane Austen

6. Record an album with at least a few originals, tour with a band

7. Have a family and raise children to look at the world with innocent, loving, curious eyes (in other words – not brats!)

8. See the Australian Chamber orchestra live in concert (and meet Richard Tongetti!)

9. Play in an orchestra for a full length symphony and/or the Messiah with a full orchestra!

10. Play these pieces on violin

  • Meditation
  • Bruch’s Violin Concerto
  • Montagues and Capulets
  • Nigun
  • Banjo and Violin

Play a violin concerto with a full orchestra backing

11. Get a lead role in a musical

12. Visit Prince Edward Island

13. Travel Europe

Other places to see:

  • Grand Canyon
  • Spain
  • Canada
  • Russia
  • Africa
  • New York
  • Jerusalem and Israel

14. Go on a missions trip

15. Go on a pilgrimage(could be linked to #13)

16. Visit Broadway. See Les Miserables, Rent, Lion King,  Sondheim

17. Spend a month in some foreign city i.e. Paris

18. Ride the Orient Express

19. Read as many books as possible, prehaps even finish my list!

20. Hanglide like a bird

21. Sing at Carols by Candelight in Melbourne

22. Write a musical

23. Act in a movie or a stage show (even a commercial!)

24. Go to a U2 concert

25. Be a hero to someone

26. Make friends with someone I dont like

27. Meet a gypsy/Bohemian

28. Discover something

29. Conduct an orchestra

30. Fly an aeroplane

31. SEE THE SNOW, feel it, play in it, have a white Christmas

32. Find every planet on a telescope

33. Meet/Interview a famous person

34. Stay awake for 48 hours

35. Learn to tap dance

36. Go to a real ball (like the ones in fairytales)

37. Host a radio show

38. Go to the Hillsong conference

39. Paint an oil

40. Set up my own webpage

41. Do something no one’s ever done before

42. Start a club, society or band

43. Be a leader on a summer camp/music camp

44. Graffiti something public

45. Sleep under the stars with only a blanket

46. Learn self defence

47. Climb a ridgy-didge mountain

48. Have a two storey house with a designated guest bedroom full of guests

49. Get lost in a forest

50. Go to these music festivals:

  • Byron Bay Blues and Roots Fest
  • Tamworth Country Festival (enter Fiddle competition)
  • Port Fairy Folk Festival

51. Dye my hair red

52. See the Olympics OR the World Cup

53. Touch the clouds

54. Fly in a balloon

55. Make an outfit by myself

56. Learn how to yodel

57. Own a camel or llama or alpaca

58. Be conversational in seven languages

59. Orgainse a retreat for young teen girls

60. Organise a Christian Music Camp

61. Live in a house with a bunch of other creative people

62. Ring a church bell in one of those massive cathedrals

63. Go for a month without a computer or television

64. Make some grand unforgettable loving actions

 

Why it doesnt really matter that you have the longest dress in the school March 29, 2009

Ok, so your Mum absolutely refuses to take up your dress even a half of an inch because she hates sewing and as she says, “besides as if you want to look skanky I bought you up to be a decent girl you have brains you don’t need to be there showing off everything etc etc etc I’m sure you get the picture. So you are forced to go to school everyday amongst all these other girls simply flaunting it infront of you and the guys asking why you dress “like a nun”. There has to be some good in this situation right? Let’s do a Pollyanna and paste a smile above our long dresses and think of the following positives:

Hardly anyone will notice that your dress is long and how worthy are their opinions anyway?

People are too busy worrying about their giant pimple on their nose and their “frizzy hair” and their late homework assignment and their sloppy lunch to even SPARE a thought to the length of your dress. It really doesn’t matter. People are dying in Africa and here you are worrying about a few inches of material. And anyone who makes fun of you for this seriously needs a life and is probably feeling so insecure about their person they’re taking any little tiny weeny thing they can point out about you that is different

Your other features will become accentuated without the distraction of a short dress

My boyfriend agrees with this one. You know when you’re walking down the street and see a girl with a realllly short dress. You don’t think ‘man her hair looks fantastic today’ or ‘that’s a really individual fashion sense’ or ‘she has cute dimples’…you think, ‘man she has a short dress she looks like her self esteem is way low’. Whereas you see a girl in a long dress and you look at all the other things – you’re not distracted. And guys will see you as a person not an object to be lusted over. They will be listening to your sparklingly wittingly conversation and not constantly having “slippery eyes”.

You don’t have to worry about flashing people inadvertently (or not)

There is seriously nothing sexy in flashing people all the time. I find it quite disgusting, and people especially older people (such as you boss and teachers i.e. people who you WANT to think better of you)

You will either not remember when they look back that you had the longest dress. And if they do you can become known as the girl with the long dress and wear this badge proudly unlike those other conformists in the short dress

Who wants to be like everyone else? It’s way overrated. People wont even remember that your dress was a tad longer than most but WILL remember when they’re lives were falling apart and you were the one who stopped and asked them if they were alright. Or that you were this cool non conformist who jumped in the pool fully clothed and could play a mean mandolin… It’s your choice…be like a sellout pop singer or like an Indie artist who invents their very own genre and amaze the world…

 

The Wonder of Pop Tarts March 24, 2009

Filed under: Humour,My world and my life,Random Musings — bessabariangirl @ 9:37 am
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poptarts_smallOur teacher Mrs. Tinkler will do anything for us year 12’s, and with her American background, contacts per request (which was more an out-there wish at the time) acquired Pop Tarts for all our year. Now you must understand that in a small town country school in the middle of Australia this is an exotic foreign delicacy on par with frogs’ legs in France.

With wonder we opened our small pantry to find these boxes of Pop Tarts and for a while no one did anything with them, it represented the unknown…but eventually someone made the first move opening the slim packets with two flat pieces of sweet bread with jam in the middle, the questions abounded; are they separate? Do you cook them together? Do they ‘pop’? Wont the icing melt when we pop it in the toaster? How long do we toast it? This was the biggie.

People have a bad habit of wandering off while their food is toasting and coming back only to find charred remains.

This is what happens to Beth and Jo’s attempt at Pop Tarts. Everyone was so unsure about this strange new food that they cooked things in pairs. We had year 11’s in awe peeking in at the proceedings as fascinated as we were – and wondering what the strange smell wasn’t a good sign – Beth’s Pop Tart started smoking as it was stuck in the toaster. Shon and I tried to get it out with metal tongs (while it was still on – the lack of wisdom in this only occurred to us afterwards) managing only to maul it.

Thomasy wisely unplugged the toaster and dug about with some knives, but there were sticky bits, impossible to un-stick. So Shon decides to unplug the fountain outside and plug in the toaster instead, turning it on with the idea of “burning it out”. There was “fire coming out of the top of it” as Shon exclaims and Thomasy calmly points out, “When I saw it there was one small smoldering flame at the bottom”. The idea, nevertheless fails and so now we get Shon traipsing around the school cradling the toaster, harassing teachers who, “don’t want to know about toasters and Pop Tarts”.

 

How I’m Going to Live My Life From Now On March 16, 2009

A Few More Resolutions/Thoughts

Lach + Erin

Lach + Erin

  • I’m going to try and live by humility and gratitude (as opposed to whinging and selfishness)

  • Stay Inspired and Stimulated

  • I’m going to speak. To sing. If only for eight half deaf people!

  • Let joy…sparked by love of God and people…be my defining characteristic

  • Life is there to….enable/spark changes in other people’s lives by leaving a bit of your soul behind whether on stage, through a blog post, or in day to day contact

  • Be enhanced everyday by my relationship with god

  • Unplug this darn computer for a day each week!

  • Try to go for a Walk everyday for refreshment

  • Read before going to bed FOR FUN

    Take it Each Step at a time Honey

  • Lach – love him, support him the best way I can, apply 1 Corinthians 13

  • Take notes of what interests and inspires me

  • Try to do all my homework before Sunday arvo so i can take it off

 

My Catties March 9, 2009

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The two kitties woke me up this morning so I thought why not, what is there holding me back from posting on my furry felines? Every blog needs some cat pictures.

And so…for your viewing pleasure….I present Ginge and Snap (or, as I like to call them, Rosencratz and Guildenstern…but that didn’t catch on)

Ginge after his bath

Ginge after his bath

This one's the non conformist kit

This one's the non conformist kit

Me and the new born kitten not even an hour old!

Me and the new born kitten not even an hour old!

 

Pancake Tuesday in Quotation Form February 24, 2009

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I dont usually do personal posts, but i had to get this one off my chest. Hope you enjoy…

I never want to see one again....

I never want to see one again....

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This year is a series of “lasts”. Every day is a last day of it’s kind for me in my last year of highschool. Today was my last pancake Tuesday thank goodness.

ERIN’S DAY IN QUOTATION FORM

Mum/Dad: (repeated refrain) “I don’t like you going to Shepp today. You’re missing out on too much school. Stop doing extras for people”

Annie: “Erin, can you just oversee the making of the pancakes for the first two periods?”

Erin: “But I’m the worst cook in the world. I burn crumpets”

Lyam: “I had a girlfriend in prep to grade two.”

Choir girls (on the way to Shepp, repeated refrain): “Maccas Maccas Maccas. Can’t wait for Maccas”

Ms Zierk; “What is it with country people and their fixation with Maccas?”

Erin (spontaneously introducing choir song): “This song is about peace cos you know that’s what we’re all about”

Kerry (Boss of Pancakes): “Just fold these boxes”

Erin: “Best jobs go to Notre Dame kids again”

Ms Zierk Choir Master Extraordinaire (to mysterious handsome stranger): “Oh hello there”

Choir girls: “Is that Ms Zierk’s man-friend?”

Mz Zierk: “I’ll give you three guesses and no he’s not my cousin”

Choir Girls “Erin please don’t do interpretive dance in the middle of Shepp”

Reporter for the Shepp News: “May I interview you for our opinion poll?”

Erin: “Sure”

Reporter: “Are you going to Bush Week?”

Erin (thinks this question quite silly): “I haven’t even heard of it”

Choir Girls: “We’re not doing anything now let’s go to Maccas”

Erin: “But I have to do that Presentation thing representing the school that there was all this conflict over yesterday”

Ms Zierk: “It’s at 12.30 we have time”

Ms. Zierk: “It’s twenty past twelve you should go now”

Shon: “WHERE WERE YOU ERIN YOU MISSED IT! I HAD TO DO IT ALL BY MYSELF AND I WAS HANDING OUT BOXES AND THE BISHOP WAS THERE AND EVERYTHING”

Erin: “I was at Maccas”

Shon: “MACCAS?!!!!”

Erin: According to the clock I’m still early for it anyway. Don’t tell anyone about this Shon please”

Back at School

Erin: “I don’t think I can stomach another pancake”

Random curly haired yr 7 guy: “Can you pour maple syrup in my mouth?”

Erin: “Only if you do interpretive dance”

*random yr 7 dude does interpretive dance*

Lucy: “OMG Erin Mrs T’s like so mad you went to Maccas. What a rebel”

Erin: “I’m never speaking to Shon again”

Mrs. T: “ERIN! I CANT BELIEVE YOU WERE AT MACCAS WHILE YOU WERE MEANT TO BE…”

Erin: “Shon you are my FBFF: Former Best Friend Forever”

Thomasy: “You just spoke to him”

Erin: “The choir girls wanted to go to Maccas I went with them”

Nikki: “Some school leader you are giving into peer pressure”

Mum and Dad: “Told you. You shouldn’t be doing extra things for people”

Renee: “Erin,. Tomorrow, can you just…”

THE END I WISH

 

CREDO FOR INDIVIDUALITY February 7, 2009

Filed under: My world and my life,Random Musings — bessabariangirl @ 9:24 am
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“Cool denotes an impregnable sense of self, aloof from the crowd even as the crowd rushes to embrace it. It’s an elusive combination of good taste, composed self-assurance and own-terms independence. Cool is the confidence of aesthetic conviction and the strength of personality to impress one’s vision on others. Cool requires imagination and a unique perspective. It’s magnetic because it makes the mundane sublime.” The Age Fashion Blog

I’m just going to have to, “do my own thing on my own terms”. Just be unapologetically me and equally unapologetically do the things I want to do and talk about the things I’m interested in. I’m over craving for acceptance. I just do not fit in at school; never have and – thank God – never will.

Neither do other people who I consider cool (Thomasy is one of them actually cos he is so totally himself and does what he does. Alena, that percussionist I was friends with years ago is pretty much the coolest person I know, her personality was so imprinted on me. A bit like Lachlan’s ‘Dan’ who he always states as his inspiration. Alena introduced me to herbal teas and jazz, she knew her stuff about music and is amazingly skilled. She had opinions but never pressed them – though she stated them when something came up to trigger them!)

Lachlan finds this individuality thing incredibly easy and it’s that strength of self assurance that draws people towards him. And then they start to imitate him. The problem with me is that I’ve always had this craving to be liked by everyone. It’s just not going to happen. Especially with Nikki around. So I’m just going to be who I want to be and say what I want to say in class without worrying that I sound like a know-it-all. I’m going to talk to all year levels and damn well sing in choir and do production because those are the things I love. I still want to be approachable and make a difference in people’s lives, but carrying on like an ego-centric fragile collection of neurosis is hardly going to help anyone or anything.

I’m going to talk to teachers without worrying I’ll be called a “teachers pet”. I’ll read The Age on the bus if that so interests me (even if it may be “the old mans newspaper”. Home and Away sucks. Of course I’ll still be tactful and nice but I will not get sucked into their games or even waste a thought on it. So what if I’m not invited to Tom’s 18th, I hate alcohol anyway. If I want to go hyper on the glockenspiel in Music Styles I shall and no Jen, I will not “tone it down’. (even if everyone confirmed to what some people’s idea of the perfect mould, they would still find a problem with it!)

Bridget was cool. She read the dictionary for fun and watched Iron chef just for the heck of it. She played guitar at lunch and no one told her to shut up. She had the funkiest haircut in Nathalia and once they got over it they thought it was hot and now some tote the same one. She was original from the time I knew her at age of 6, wanting to be a fashion designer and using old scrapbooks to design them.

If I adore Jane Austen and Shakespeare in Literature and everyone else is whingeing about how much they loathe them, well, guess who will top the exam. I do not care if I appear attractive or nor. Lach loves me for who I am at any moment (as proven with early morning rendezvous while I had bed hair, morning breathe and the remnants of pimple cream on my face). I will not check myselfconstantly to pinpoint where or where not I am presentable to the public. I’ll smile and have fun and let them decide for themselves. I have a right to be an optimist and idealist. I can believe in God without having to act as his lawyers constantly. I can talk to a boy without worrying whether or not he finds me attractive. I can use the most elongated and enormous words I can muster and you can look them up when you get home. I can have fun at school.

Stuff those who say I can’t!

 

From The Age’s fashion blog

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

 

 

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

I’m just going to have to, “do my own thing on my own terms”. Just be unapologetically me and equally unapologetically do the things I want to do and talk about the things I’m interested in. I’m over craving for acceptance. I just do not fit in at school; never have and – thank God – never will.

Neither do other people who I consider cool (Thomasy is one of them actually cos he is so totally himself and does what he does. Alena, that percussionist I was friends with years ago is pretty much the coolest person I know, her personality was so imprinted on me. A bit like Lachlan’s ‘Dan’ who he always states as his inspiration. Alena introduced me to herbal teas and jazz, she knew her stuff about music and is amazingly skilled. She had opinions but never pressed them – though she stated them when something came up to trigger them!)

Lachlan finds this individuality thing incredibly easy and it’s that strength of self assurance that draws people towards him. And then they start to imitate him. The problem with me is that I’ve always had this craving to be liked by everyone. It’s just not going to happen. Especially with Nikki around. So I’m just going to be who I want to be and say what I want to say in class without worrying that I sound like a know-it-all. I’m going to talk to all year levels and damn well sing in choir and do production because those are the things I love. I still want to be approachable and make a difference in people’s lives, but carrying on like an ego-centric fragile collection of neurosis is hardly going to help anyone or anything.

I’m going to talk to teachers without worrying I’ll be called a “teachers pet”. I’ll read The Age on the bus if that so interests me (even if it may be “the old mans newspaper”. Home and Away sucks. Of course I’ll still be tactful and nice but I will not get sucked into their games or even waste a thought on it. So what if I’m not invited to Tom’s 18th, I hate alcohol anyway. If I want to go hyper on the glockenspiel in Music Styles I shall and no Jen, I will not “tone it down’. (even if everyone confirmed to what some people’s idea of the perfect mould, they would still find a problem with it!)

Bridget was cool. She read the dictionary for fun and watched Iron chef just for the heck of it. She played guitar at lunch and no one told her to shut up. She had the funkiest haircut in Nathalia and once they got over it they thought it was hot and now some tote the same one. She was original from the time I knew her at age of 6, wanting to be a fashion designer and using old scrapbooks to design them.

If I adore Jane Austen and Shakespeare in Literature and everyone else is whingeing about how much they loathe them, well, guess who will top the exam. I do not care if I appear attractive or nor. Lach loves me for who I am at any moment (as proven with early morning rendezvous while I had bed hair, morning breathe and the remnants of pimple cream on my face). I will not check myselfconstantly to pinpoint where or where not I am presentable to the public. I’ll smile and have fun and let them decide for themselves. I have a right to be an optimist and idealist. I can believe in God without having to act as his lawyers constantly. I can talk to a boy without worrying whether or not he finds me attractive. I can use the most elongated and enormous words I can muster and you can look them up when you get home. I can have fun at school.

Stuff those who say I can’t!

 

Diary of a 12 year old girl Part 2 January 17, 2009

The Story so far…I’ve been getting out those old, shameful diaries and have found them rather interesting and amusing and so have collated the interesting and amusing bits for your reading pleasure (I’ve left original spelling and punctuation, it adds I think):

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23rd October 2002

“Today Danielle wasnt here, so the boys completely ignored us! Outrageous! We’ll just ignore them tomorrow”

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11-12-03 (Scary/Exciting Orientation Day)

“The short boy I was telling you about gave me a squashed, demented Mintie, I dont know why, pity on the crippled?!”

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12th Frday December 2003

“I’m am in highest heaven right now! A new L.M. Montgomery book! ‘Course I had to order it from the bookshop, but it is here now and it’s the completion of the Emily Series. It rasied an interestingpoint about fairies. Cousin Jimmy said, “Well you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldnt be a fairy”

So, if fairies were real, (which my common sense implors, ‘their not‘) than they wouldnt be a fairy. I agree. i love the word fairy, its dainty and light and dancing on tip toes; it reeks of imaginations=. Their moonlights of imagination, they’re born by it and grown in sunshine and dew – like plants! They blossom in shadey, mossey dells, hidden by guaridan tree’s in the moonlight which is so silvery ( I love that word as well!) its white, pure light”

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Wednesday 17th December 2003

6:37 “Its a hot air tonight. ‘Hot air’ isnt a very good description I would put ‘Meditteranean air’ but its not that – Meditteranean air has a spice about it.”

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Tuesday 23 December 2003

“This year we have candles (Mum doesn’t like Christmas tree’s), and they look very alluring with their soft glow”

“There was this 14 year old boy, who had this amazing voice! It sounded just like a man’s! It did not suit his body”

“I told Mum, that if I died, she could read my diary, so I should watch what I write I ‘spose. I dont know who’s gonna read this in the end. It could get published! Millions of people could read this word I pen down! Or no one will ever read this, maybe, maybe only God and I will ever know what’s written here, or maybe it’ll get as famous as Anne Franks…Oh rats

I know I’ll read this when I’m 20 or so, and I’ll pass it down to my children, and they’ll pass it down to their children…wow! Actually it’s hardly likely that this’ll get published, unless I survive World War 2 or get cancer or something.

What a relief!. It would give me the heebie jeebies thinking that heaps of people will read this…unless I’m dead, then I wouldnt mind so much”

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Wednesday 24th December 2003

“I have discovered a new thing. When I just can’t get to sleep, when I just cant get comfortable; when I want a change of thoughts; I change over and sleep the other way around! It works pretty well”

‘Christmas is here

Where did it go?

Why did it leave?

I want to know’

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Saturaday 27th December 2003

“There’s two types of cute, boy cute (meaning hot, handsome, good lookin’) and bunny rabbit cute and fluffy.”

“The Aunties do the Aunty thing (hugging, kissing, ‘oh how you’ve grown’ ‘how tall you are!’ ‘I like your clothes/hair/shoes’) while the Uncles stand back fora hug or a hand shake.”

Jarrod (my little cousin) immediately takes my hand (i’m that girl’) to show me his Christmas presents/ He gave me ‘serious’ instructions on how to handle the remote control cars ‘without getting burn’t’.”

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Tuesday 13th January 2004

“[the uniforms] are just like the ones off Home and Away (not that I watch that show – I detest it actually. But heaps of people think that it’s cool – not that that makes t cool but it’s alright! having people think its cool – if you know what I mean) *note…I dont actually!

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18-01-03

“Brain fog – that explains it exactly. A dense cloud covering, that makes it really hard to think or concentrate. I dont know how to get rid of it, usually it disperses but lately it’s just been a drone.

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23-01-04

This day marks a significant stepping stone –

TODAY I SHAVED MY LEGS FOR THE FIRST TIME!

Well, it isnt that significant, nor did I technically shave. I used this hair removal cream which is pain free. My leg hair was atrocious, I really desperately needed it…So Mum lathered the cream (that smelt strongly of plasticy kind of) on the bottom half (below the knee) of my lef. She smoothed it with goo and after five minutes we scraped it off with a scrapey thing and wallah! so smooth legs. But my legs were so hairythat I had to do it twice. But it feels weird now, like plastic. Fake legs.

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27-01-04

“I dont think the icing really went with the chocolate, but if you pull off the icing, eat the cake, then the icing, as I do, it was alright”

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Thursday 29th January 2004

MY FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL!

on combination locks…”It took me a couple of tries to get it, but Renee and Elizabeth a lot longer! Though, I couldn’t help them because no one is allowed to know the combination lock”

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Sunday 8th Febraury 2004

“I have decided, in my future, I want it to involve God, music and writing. A career along those lines.”

*Note this has not changed

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10-02-04

“(I would have more progress if the telley wasnt on – the killer of all good intentions)

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12-02-04

“It felt very gallant to give up a seat to someone else, like I was some kind of knight in shining armour!”

“Apparently, the lady who is looking after Mum, her husband is the man who Dad occassionally shears for, and at the Prespryterian Concert, her daughter played the keyboard and her sons in Grade 8 and 11 both go to St. Mary’s It is a small world! Isnt it, amazing how people can be connected to us, and we probably dont even know it like, my pen pal, Carmen probably knows 500-1000 people, right, so if I ever meet one of them, we’re connected because they’re the so and so of my Spanish pen pal! So that means that every single person you know, wehter it be the bus driver or best pal, all the friends they make, and the people they know are connected to you also! you could be easily connected to the whole world, actually you are because the cycle keeps on going, like waves rolling into each other. For instance, lets go back to my pen pal, the friend of hers knows eight hundred people, then, all of them know another eight hundred people, then the friends of the friends of the friends of my pen pal know aother thousand people, so in the end; your connected to the world.

My point? I have no idea”

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Goals and dreams of a 12 year old girl January 15, 2009

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I was reading my old diaries – which prompted this series cos I just got to share the funny and interesting things I’m discovering in it.

Writing in my diary as a youngster

Writing in my diary as a youngster

Anyway these were my goals for 2004 as a totally innocent 12 year old girl (I find them quite inspiring and a little amusing)

RELATIONSHIP GOALS

Parents

  • Try to avoid fighting. Usually their way is right
  • To be a loving daughter and responsible daughter

Austin (my bro)

  • To avoid fighting. Remember he is very sensitive
  • To encourage and build him up
  • To spend wholsome time with him

Friends

  • To witness in lifestyle and choices
  • To be encouraging, to help them achieve their best
  • Don’t be selfish or jealous
  • Dont strive to be popular but just to appreciate the friends I have
  • For correspondence friends reply in good time

VIOLIN/MUSIC

  • Take grade five exam and hopefully get good results (got an A!)
  • To be in Davis at Border Music Camp (thats the top orchestra and i believe I did!)
  • To Give music
  • Practice at least every second day (Note – now im like “practice for two hours a day!)
  • Guitar 0 to practice quicker chord changes (Note -Now im like learn how to go 9’s and 11’s)
  • Singing – work on staying in tune and projection

WRITING GOALS

  • To write regularly in this diary
  • To work on poems and stories
  • Enter competitions (who nkows what could happen!) *Note I did and won a short story comp that year

OTHER

  • Stop picking sores (*note I achieved this)
  • Stop biting nails (*note, I havent quite achieved this)
  • Dont chew on hair (ewwww!) *note YES I HAVE STOPPED THIS LONG AGO!!

This ends my goals for 2004. Work on them, strive for them, achieve them.

Maybe things haven’t changed much since then (except the chewing on the hair part), it’s interesting msot of the things i was striving for then I am still striving for today. Have I come far on the jounrey? I’m certain that I have…

If you want to read some more from my diary as a 12 year old you can read these posts:

* Diary of a Twelve Year Old Girl