dreams unwind

HEPPY BIRFDAE YSSIE!!!

I hope you had a wonderful day because I did! I took lots of loverly photos and there was cake and being told off by C1, feeling sick and feeling better, singing with a blocked nose, delicious delicious clothing at the Salvation Army, and going to one class out of the whole day. Yay!

Sorry for being such a worthless photographer but it takes a very long time to upload the goddamned pictures and I'm going away tomorrow. But here's one of me pretending to be Stevie Nicks.
I'm excited for this weekend. See you all on Monday!

EITSIRHC NOSPMIS

I did a lot of schoolwork today and then I came home and helped make dinner and then I helped my sister with her homework. It's my mother's birthday on Sunday and it's Yssie's on Thursday and we are going to Wanaka for the weekend and for some reason my mother wants me to invite Kane?

But yeah. Life. I hope I can buy lunch tomorrow.

that's not like me, that's not likely!

I saw a praying mantis in Otematata! It was beautiful but I couldn't take it home. We did some outdoor activities. Me and a friend made up a world where it was the end of the world and dreamed of what we would do to survive. We played a card game that thinks it's Monopoly but it isn't. It was warm and it was cold, but a good sort of cold.

I rode a bicycle a fairly lengthy way in Wanaka. The evil indies invaded the good op-shop in Wanaka, but my new cute cardigan didn't fit one of the girls and I still found a lovely dress! I did a lot of reading, I bought some cheap seventies Mills & Boon novels and read them both in two days. I played Taboo, and I didn't win.

I haven't lit any incense for a while. I'll light some and put on a record. You should all go and download Shame, Shame by Dr. Dog. I'll even put a download link here for you.

AU REVOIR, A BIENTOT

"C'est une nouvelle annee!" says my French 2010 calendar. Now I'm leaving, but not on a jet plane, in a fairly boring car, and I'm going to Wanaka for two weeks and I will play Wii on the rainy days and swim on the sunny days and it will be wonderful and joyful and last night was just as wonderful and joyful, maybe even more so!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
NOW I BID YOU ADIEU!

Not enough to say, today.

Pack my bags, and leave my home

Qu'est-que tu fait le weekend?

Well, I was going to give you a proper blog about my weekend with photographs and everything, but I'm afraid it's gotten too late and now I must brush my teeth and go to bed and read.

I have LOTS of photographs. Film ones and Mitchell ones and silly ones and Wanaka ones...so look out.

Why don't I begin again?

It's 10:45. I am supposed to be going to a singing lesson in fifteen minutes, and the cleaner won't leave. I want to go get some breakfast, but I'm too polite...I don't want to be in his way.

I am rather nervous, I plan to play Braille for this new teacher, but I only learnt it yesterday. So it's been non-stop playing it, and non-stop listening to it. It isn't the be all and end all, I suppose.
I just like to get things right.

Today I'm wearing my 'reading is sexy' t-shirt, and I don't care if no one likes it, cause I love it and my mother bought it for me cause I worked hard and cause I wanted it a lot.
My hair is soft and shiny, which is good. But I wish it was better weather.

I bought this little treasure in working condition for $2.50 at an op-shop because at the time both the woman and I thought it was broken. Little did I know it had belonged to a guy who worked there, and he spotted me with it and told me how to work it.
I also bought the pretty dress I'm wearing in the above photograph.
I bought a typewriter ornament (I think it holds business cards?) and a sweater.

My friend gave me The Beatrice Letters by my dear Lemony Snicket. It's such a beautiful book, filled with mysteries that only add on to the ones unsolved by the series. But I love that feeling.

Sometimes I think the cleaner likes to take ages just to annoy me. I'm going to phone my mother.

You tell me time and time again, it's now or never.

In the holidays I tend to forget this world exists and I hide away in the spare room running people's lives for hours on end. I have no motivation, it's quite unlike me, and the weather is terrible.
My parents insist on dragging me away to Wanaka. This was a bad thing at first, but now it seems I would like to escape, and read.
I finished the thirteenth book. Now I'll read the series again, I think.
I went to the prom. People complaining about it just don't know how to make fun for themselves. Or they are traumatized by another event. Such as a family death. Georgia is actually the most bubbly, crazy, extremely exciting person I have ever met.
And I love Mitchell. Wouldn't have been even half as fun without him.

My clothing is boring, my hair is boring, my skin is plotting against me, but it's alright. I'm content.

small-town times

being in wanaka has been...interesting.

yes

the two gorgeous dresses I bought for two dollars each at the opshop here

and old telephone I found

an over fifty year old bag I found

a giant old dictionary I found

my frankie magazine that I bought at an amazing shop here

the amazing shop here, the good room

no

too much beach

too much sun

not enough internet

no piano

the fact that wanaka is such a small place

being forced into compulsory volleyball games

toodlepip. cadbury drinking chocolate is nice