Isolation Day 4 (Part 2)

Yes, I AM this bored. 9:40pm, and about to die of the tedium.

Dad is watching The Bush Tucker Man. Ahh, The Bush Tucker Man, with is trademark broad-brim hat, long sleeve work shirt, (a style that Dad has incorporated since before I was born & before he met Mum) shorts, heavy duty boots and hairy legs. Do, do do do do, dooooooo, do. That catchy theme song has remained with me to this very day, and I still catch myself singing it every now and then. Blast that stupid theme song!!

I rang my BFF, Lara* (yes, we've made up) tonight. THANK-YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME SPEAK TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING OTHER THAN MY MUM AND DAD!!!!!!! As much as I love them, and I do, lots, it does get a bit annoying when you can only speak to 1 or 2 people for ages. I am very independent, I like to do things without parental guidance, (I know, terrible) and I love my friends. I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AND SEE MY FRIENDS!!!

It doesn't help that I have the English assignment from HELL! I usually love English, but we're studying the most boring novel, and we have to write a diary entry for the main character for 4 chapters. Why can't he write it himself? Diary entries are the style of writing I dislike the most. I'm stuck on Chapter 3. It's so boring, and I've read it so many times, I feel like going up to the main character, giving him the book and telling him to shove it up his jumper.

Just another annoying abnormality of life................

 

Isolation Day 4

My mother is driving me insane. Constantly nagging about how I never do anything in our exile from all other human contact. "All you do is sit around on that stupid computer! Your room is messy, you've got assignments to do, you've got piano practice, go and do something!" Well, there's nothing else TO DO, is there, Mother? I really only enjoy piano practice, because I love music, but nagging is going to make me less likely to do anything really. And, I LOVE my blog! It's one of the few things into which a can grow as a writer. I'm nowhere near writing a book, but baby steps.

I was cleaning out my email inbox today. Sigh. You know you never do that unless you really have nothing to do, no one to talk to. All my friends are off having a great weekend and I'm stuck getting cabin fever! If I never see the inside of my house again I'll be glad.

CHALLENGE:
Don't get as bored as I am today.

Just another suckful abnormality of life......................

Isolation Day 3

I have been reduced to watching the single most stupid movie in the entire world. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I won't say what I call it instead. It would give all my fellow Christians a bad name. "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we hate you, hi ho, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we hate you" And it's completely unrealistic! How do people randomly pick up the intricate songs and complicated dance routines in a flash, without missing a beat. People randomly breaking out into songs that they made up on the spot. Seriously. A rich single woman in that era, living alone. Yeah, right. All distinction between fantasy and reality was completely lost in the beach scene when they started talking about 'the most evil man in the world' some Bulgarian nobody who sailed all the way to England for some stupid ca, when they could get a far better quality one much closer to home, Germany. It would ultimately bring a greater profit, because you can spend the funding from the travelling to England on petrol to run the car. Seriously, they should think these things through if their so smart. Not impressed at all.

I've hit rock bottom, haven't I?

Just another sad, uninteresting abnormality of life....................  
 

My Second Published Story

Yes, my people, I am a published author! Last year I entered the Write4Fun writing competition. I didn't win, but they published me in their book. As part of the contract, I can't post it here, but you can check it out at the right for fun website. The story is called 'A Day In The Life Of The Iphone.' This is something I wrote for school. A 200 word essay on cheese. My English teacher told us to write it on anything, as long as it had something to do with cheese. Random, eh? Here goes.......

THE CHEESEWORLD

I don’t remember anything else, except this. I have no other memories, no other life, but this one. This, the varying shades of yellow and white and the sharp red that punctures it, with random splotches of blue, that I know, have always known, but have only been looking at for a few seconds. I have known this scene in front of me. There are people around me, in the same bubble of semi-consciousness, but I care nothing for them. I can only walk, and stare at the beautiful sight that surrounds me. It fills my senses, requires all my concentration, yet I have no focus. The smell is overpowering. I reach out, finally to taste the sweet, creamy, delectable substance that makes up this life. My life. It could not exist without it. It’s in my hand. I can’t believe it. Just like that. Then it’s in front of my mouth. There. Waiting for me. Everything is happening in slow motion. All I can hear is the sound of my own laboured breathing and the blood pumping in my ears. All I can smell is the sweet, sharp aroma. All I can see is this wondrous thing in front of me. The thing that is my very existence. The thing that I am, and have always been…………..

And then I wake up. And then it’s over. The Cheeseworld is over.       

Tell me what you think!!!!!

Isolation Day 2

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I. am. so. freaking. bored. Please put me out of my misery. JUST KIDDING, DON'T! My dear, lovely mother felt my pain when she was allowed momentarily into the outside world. My small town in Queensland, Australia, is severely uninteresting. The most exciting thing to happen is so-and-so has finally started going out with such-and-such, and other such vital gossip and happenings to slightly pierce the safe, secure, unchanging sphere of mediocrity. Ahhhhh, yes, I am a cynical one.

 Luckily, because of this wretched enforced house arrest, which should be taken out the back and hit over the head repeatedly with a blunt instrument without mercy, Mum had time to make the most awesome, delicious, amazing meal in the world...................two simple. beautiful, magnifiqe words.........................LAMB ROAST. That's the one. Oh, lamb, where for art thee, my scrumptious lamb. The way the meat drips with the Juices of Life, the sound of the satisfying sizzle as the aroma wafts towards my expectant nostrils, oh why must I wait so long for you to cook? But that's the best part. The suspense. That's what makes it taste so...... there's not even a word good enough to describe it. And, I suppose, in that way, lamb roast is like God. I'm easily distracted, eh?

I heard the most beautiful quote the other day:
I saw the angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free-Michelangelo.
CHALLENGE:
Try to see the angel inside the marble that is everyone. Some people aren't particularly nice, but I promise, if you are really nice to them, they will end up nicer people, and you might very well change their lives for the better. Plus, if they're one day really famous, you can say, "Yeah, they were, like, totally my BFF, yeah. Totally." If you find it hard, just remember, God loves everyone, even the person you think is a proper cow. LOL. :)

Just another equally random abnormality of life........  

When Tragedy Strikes…..

My life is over. I am completely devastated. Well, at least I was when I heard the news. Yes, the dreaded whooping cough has brought it’s cruel, cold, immobilizing grip upon the good citizens of my beloved home town, forcing many of my fellow residents and I into mandatory house arrest. Yes, I have contracted the nasty illness. SIGH!!!!!!! This weekend was SUPPOSED to be my weekend of fun and enjoyment after many hard, long weeks at the Educational Institution. I have been looking forward to this particular weekend for weeks. The agenda would’ve ran as follows:
Friday: Go to Toowoomba with one of my favourite people in the whole world, my mum, to get my long awaited (2 years, in fact) braces. Bitter sweet. Pain, but I get to chill with Mum, and get straight teeth later on. Go to my ROCKING youth group, Edge, (yes, I’m a Christian. Surprised? So am I! LOL) and freak about my braces.
Saturday: Work on my numerous assignments. Go to Jane* & May*’s surprise party at 3pm (it was a surprise as to what we were doing, but I know because Mum told me, but I’ll get to that in a minute) Have fun. Sleep over.
Sunday: Church. Go to my friend Willow*' and her sister Rose*’s party for the mum’s. Children serving mothers. Suppose they do a lot for us all, even after you turn that magic number, 18.
When I was at school, I was told to pack up all my stuff & get out because I had whooping cough. Don’t hear that everyday, do you?? So, Mum picked me up, and then I heard the horrific news. No braces. No party. No Edge. Nothing. Forced house arrest for 5 days. I cried, no sobbed, for about 2 hours. Not exaggerating. 2. Whole. Hours. Tears of disappointment and anger followed out of my eyes like an fountain of hate. I just couldn’t believe it. It was so unfair. I had tried to be very good all month, and thins is how I’m repaid? For 2 hours I wallowed in self pity and despair. I was hysterical. Pathetic. I couldn’t recognise myself. What had I become? A downright selfish brat, that’s what. Something I pride myself on is trying to prove others wrong about many misconceptions about only children, believing us to be self centred and immature. And what was I doing? Thinking of no one but myself. Disgusting. I loathed my individualist attitude. The reason they put you in isolation is to protect babies, who have a 2% mortality rate once they’ve contracted the potentially deadly disease!! We know a lot of people who have small children as well Mental hard whack over the head with a metal baseball bat, Megan………..
There is a plus side. No school, I can work on my assignments, which I’m DESPERATLY behind on, and have some serious down time with Mum & Dad…
All you great Christians out there, you fabulous people, PLEASE pray for my neighbour. Even all you non-Christians,(tsk tsk lol totally kidding =)  ) you equally as fabulous people, can you spare a thought for them. The person is going through a bit of a rough patch, and my grandma’s flat mate and BFF, she’s kind of a second grandma, she has a medical problem, so please pray for her to get better.
CHALLANGE:
Do something nice for someone who’s sick/elderly/disabled/blind/deaf. etc. Read them a book, offer to help with shopping, or even just hang out and talk to them, can, from experience, completely make their day……………..
Another random, emotional-rollercoaster abnormality of life……….

*Names have been changed

WTF?? (What the Fish)

I swear, homework was devised to personally to tick. me. off. What is the point anyway. This week, I’ve spent about 5 hours total on homework. PLEASE STOP THE FLOOD!! We’ve already had 3!!
By the way, if I stopped my neurotic ramblings for 1 second, I could show some sympathy for my fellow man. (Or woman) Hope every one got through the floods and Cyclone Yasi without too much damage. If you know someone who was affected, or you were affected personally, my thoughts and prayers are with you guys. A family friend of ours had their marital house inundated and lost nearly everything. They live near the Bremmer in Ipswitch. Please pray for them. Thanks.
Back to my whinging. Yay, you say? Well then, I’ll get right on it!!
My friend of 8 years, Lara* has been being mean to me.   Double frowny face. Who could ever be mean to me, you ask? Well, our friendship has always been on a little bit shaky foundations since we hit about Year 6. Me: Hey, Lara*. Her: (Silence) Me: What are you doing? Her: (Ignoring and looking past me) Hey Ashley*!
And that’s pretty much the extent of our convos. She obviously doesn’t like me, and she just takes advantage of me whenever possible. Any thoughts, random strangers? Are you even there? Do you even know I exist? Do you care?
What would we do without Mum’s, eh? Probably die of disorganization, starvation and social withdrawal. Also lose many arguments from lack of practice. My mum is a public servant, and therefore has been working at least 6 days a week and a 12 hour day. She then comes home, cooks dinner, cleans the house, some nights does my lunch, does the washing, ironing, folding and helps me with my homework. Speaks for itself. Challenge: Do something REALLY  nice for your mum today or this weekend. I’m making Mum a special dessert and having like a mini reasurant tonight because she’s bringing home noodles. So, do something unexpectedly nice for your mum today. It feels really good, and you’ll score some mega Brownie points!!! (especially if you’ve just had an arguement on the way to school or something, and she’s still simmering.)
If you guys want me to write about something YOUR interested in, TELL ME!! Thank you God for the comment thing. USE IT!!
Another abnormality of life…………

*Names have been changed

Well, Hello, Random Strangers!!

So, you've come to read my blog, have you? Good. What is a blog, anyway? A tool, to share thoughts the random thoughts of the writer with the world, a instrument of creativity? For me, hardly likely. Sure, get a bit of practice, (I'm a published author, you know, an aspiring writer) but really I saw that movie, ya know, Julie and Julia, and thought a blog would be cool. So, if you find any spelling mistakes, or just think its boring, please don't hesitate to tell me, with a large amount of exclamation marks!!

Anyway. Hmmm, the abnomalities of life. My life is a cacophony of abnormality. For one thing, my dear, sweet friend Alice* insists on going on and on and on about the numerous young men in our class. (I have just gone into Year 8) Now, I have no objection to the very attractive gentlemen out in the world, such as Daniel Radcliff, RPattz, Skander Keynes, (the guy who playes Edmund in The Chronicals of Narnia) and of course my beloved TAYLOR LAUTNER!! He is totally hot, right!!?? Anyway, but my friend goes on and on about this one guy, Frank*, who apparantly 'asked her out', 'then took it back' and blah and blah and blah. I didn't try to keep up. For another thing, my beloved mum and dad, as much a I love and adore them, they both, especially Mum, insist on singing random songs 20 million times aa day, so much in fact that our life has now become a musical. Grrrrrrr. Now everyone thinks I'm more insane than they did before.

Just another random topic quickly, what is up with all the homework I got today!? 20 BILLON things of homewor, on the first day!! Good bye primary school, you were good to me......

Just another abnomality of life......

*Names have been changed