cool story helena

an entertaining character

Mon, 05 May 2008 07:03:10 GMT

He's from the book "The Society of Others" by William Nicholson which I am using as my related text for changing self. You can sort of agree with the things he says, but most of the time he just gets up my nose. Enjoy!

"When I was small I thought the world was like my parents, only bigger. I thought it watched me and clapped when I danced. This is not so. The world is not watching and will never clap."

"This unconditional-love act is just another scam. Nothing's free. Nobody butters your toast for the heck of it. The deal is I love you and you turn into this healthy, well-balanced individual."

[Thinking about riding a motorbike] “How hard can it be to drive one of these things? I knew a boy once who was so stupid he had to stop walking if you asked him a question. I mean, literally suspend the brain operations required for motion and engage the brain operations for speech. This boy owned and rode a motorbike.”

“I’ve never been much of a one for poems. I can’t really see the point. Actually it’s more than that. My instinct tells me the emotion in poems is fake. I mean, suppose you love a girl and she dumps you. Do you write a poem about it? Like, for who? The answer is, for a book. Poems are for showing people how clever you are, and for putting in books, and for making people write about in exams. They’re just another way to make people like me feel stupid.”

“I see things as they are.
Nature is selfish.
All creatures kill to survive.
Love is a mechanism to propagate the species.
Beauty is a trick that fades.
Friendship is an arrangement for mutual advantage.
Good is not rewarded, and evil is not punished.
Religion is superstition.
Death is annihilation.
And as for God, if he exists at all he stopped caring for humankind centuries ago.
Wouldn’t you?"

hah.

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:50:44 GMT

I found this in the user agreement/terms & conditions thing when I installed my ipod today:

THE iPOD SOFTWARE AND iPOD SOFTWARE UPDATES ARE NOT INTENDED FOR USE IN THE OPERATION OF NUCLEAR FACILITIES, AIRCRAFT NAVIGATION OR COMMUNICATION SYSTEMS, AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL SYSTEMS, LIFE SUPPORT MACHINES OR OTHER EQUIPMENT IN WHICH THE FAILURE OF THE iPOD SOFTWARE OR iPOD SOFTWARE UPDATES COULD LEAD TO DEATH, PERSONAL INJURY, OR SEVERE PHYSICAL OR ENVIRONMENTAL DAMAGE.

I mean, damn, they really do think we're stupid don't they?

Rhona Mitra aka Tara Wilson

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 13:44:47 GMT

im not usually one for obsessing over celebrities (especially ones of the same gender) but, dang, i really gotta say:

Rhona Mitra is a BABE

lets just sit and appreciate.
*appreciates*

the usual phone call

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 06:37:31 GMT

Helena: hey sam, whats up?

Sam: youre ugly.

Hey: ah, of course. so why would you call to say a thing like that?

S: cause im bored and youre ugly

H: only logical

S: im calling all my contacts

H: from your mobile? well im h, you’ve called quite a few people already. isn’t this expensive?

S: no.

H: right… well… I kinda have to go. I –

S: cause youre fat?

H: um. no. I have maths tutoring.

S: is your tutor fat?

H: um, kinda.

S: YOURE FAT!

H: thanks

S: fat and ugly

H: yeah, I pretty much got that. im fat and ugly. yep. that’s me.

S: ... youre boring.

H: believe me, its intentional.

S: you suck

H: …

S: bye helena

*hangs up*

this is why nobody should make friends with 13 year old boys.

I almost feel sorry for him

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 16:49:11 GMT

so i know everyone got over this ages ago, but seriously, how dumb is this kid:

its a shame the way us teens seem to be going these days.

exchange: in hindsight.

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:35:32 GMT

I was talking about exchange with Camilla (a fellow fes) recently, and we came to the conclusion that exchange is a sick and unnatural act. If anyone was to say "Helena, I'm thinking of going on exchange to blah. What do you think?" I would tell them to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. Doesn't anyone else realise how messed up exchange is? Here we are, young, underdeveloped and immature adolescents, sent away from our families, friends and all we hold dear with only the vague hope of "meeting new people" "experiencing a different culture" and "learning the language"

Firstly, nobody in france wants to be your friend. I'm lucky I'm not british otherwise they would have just shot me on arrival. Or at least given me the cold shoulder the whole time. Instead I received the "Oh look, a foreigner. How quaint. Let's ignore her and continue with our conversation over on the other side of the room."

Secondly, the culture ain't all that different. Sure, they want to stab all english people instead of us australians who want nothing more than to procreate with them, they speak french and uh... they like cheese? Thanks to globalisation, people all over the world listen to the same music, wear the same clothes, watch the same movies and read the same books (albeit in another language). The concept of "cultural" exchange has been nullified by the same things that have made exchange an attainable goal: modern technology, involving increased international communication, has lead to a homogeneous culture all over the world.
did that last sentence make sense?

Lastly, the only hope that is easily fulfilled: "learning the language". There is no doubt that being immersed in a group of people speaking only one language that you will speak that language better. So there's a plus.

Also, the idea of "having fun" while you're on exchange is shit too. If you have fun, you don't want to leave, you get depressed when you get home and its crap. If you don't have fun you spend the whole time there wishing you were here and then you get home and you regret all the time, money, effort and soul you put into exchange. You're disappointed with yourself, and upset that you disappointed your family.

So either way, you're screwed.

By now I'm quite sure it's clear that I am someone who did not have fun while overseas. But it's sick. Don't do it. Wait until you finish school and you're old enough to look after yourself, make your own decision and be INDEPENDENT! Really. Trust me. It sucks.

my mother is greatly entertaining

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 13:52:08 GMT

enter helena. she looks at the table and notices a small book. she picks it up interestedly and enquires

"oh, so did you end up reading the book?" she flips it over to read the blurb
"yes"
"so was it any good?" her tone clearly implied she was interested in reading the book later and simply wanted to be reassured it would not be a complete disappointment
"oh yes. well actually, it was alright. war. I mean, it was a war book. world war one that is, he goes to war. and then he dies. quite sad really."

anyone notice something wrong here? anyone?

me: great mum, thanks. no point in me reading the book now is there? he just goes to war and dies, whoopdeedoo. great book. fantastic twist. SHAME THERES NO TWIST FOR ME!

mum: uh, sorry.

me: no problem. just next time... you know... dont ruin the ending? gnight mum.

mum: night!

Across The Universe

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 10:36:46 GMT

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away
Across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me...

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on
Across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on
Across the universe...

wow. the beatles are amazing.

a quick recap of everything lately..
1. I finally got books for all my subjects at school. which unfortunately means my schoolbag is now HEAVY as it is full of stuff, but to look on the bright side, at least ill be getting some sort of work done. dum dee dum.
note to self: never, ever use folders again. ever. EVER!

2. All those shows/movies/festivals that mum gets free tickets to about once a month all happened to coincide into about a week and a half. i accompanied her to all of these things, and the one day i had without mum was the day of the idan raichel concert. speaking of which!!

3. I met idan raichel!!!! it was so so so so so exciting!! and so incredibly random. mum had tickets to a cesaria evora concert on monday so we were at the opera house a bit early for once (ause mum had to interview her.. but thats another story) and we were just standing on that little balcony bit outside the bar/entry area and then... he was right there! as in actually 5 metres away from me!!!
it was so incredibly exciting. and i hate to sound all star struck and teen girl, but OH MY GOD! HE WAS RIGHT THERE!!!!
and then i talked to him
and then he was really nice
and then i took a picture
and then i giggled for a long period of time
and then he ran away because i was creeping him out
and it was goooooooooood

4. im currently surviving on a solid diet of cookies n cream ice cream and cheesecake. its AWESOME!!!!!

....

okay, im far too lazy. i think im going to give up on my livejournal, comme d'habitude, I always ignore the poor thing at the beginning of the year. ill be back in september or october, maybe august if youre lucky

but one last note:
Today I've been thinking about the phrase "to give birth"
Its interesting the way language works out. The way it is structured so that when you reproduce youre not just having a baby, youre actually giving birth to somebody. the gift of life, yknow? its important stuff, because it is a gift. life is sweet!

letters

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 06:44:07 GMT

today i finally arrived home. its a nice feeling being back where you belong.

but main point of the post is: what do i do with letters?
many a person wrote me plane letters or sent stuff to me while i was in france and i just dont know what to do with it.
do I ... file... them? in a box maybe. stick them on the walls? oh geez. maybe i should put them in my drawer? or in that box i used to use to put all my birthday cards into when i was little. maybe i should make a new box.
okay, i think theyre going in a box. but other things:
do I throw away the envelope?
do I order them by when I received them or by person?

its just all so confusing!
to think that being part of the internet generation in the age of information now means that we have no idea what to do with letters.
but maybe its just me.

BUT WHAT DO I DO WITH ALL THE PAPPEPEPRRRRR??????

two things

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:16:02 GMT

One: I killed my ipod.
lets not go into detail because it makes me feel bad, but to summarise... I was told by my significant other
"well at least now you can start a facebook group called 'I accidentally drowned my ipod in melted paddle pop'. Thats funny!"
and I would be the only member...
so stop for a moment and think of my poor ipod
RIP IPOD
we will always remember you.

Two: I have the wierdest sunburn ever.
basically, I sat on the hill with my right leg slightly sideways while wearing school socks and a skirt. so now its just like left side brown, right side white+intense sock tan+intense skirt tan.+helena looks like a wieeerdooooo...

I mean, its entertaining as a conversation starter but as I dont think I'll be getting any more sun for the rest of the year, I'm going to be MUTATED AND MANGLED FOREEEEEVERRRRR!!

oh, and maths is a bitch.

extensions mathematics: ask why.

eureka!

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:56:49 GMT

got it!
relationships.
theyre fun, but also a big craphole at the same time.
mostly fun, partly craphole.
but, nothing wrong with any of my relationships right now, its just that you do have to worry sometimes.
lots sometimes, a little bit all the time.
dum dee dum
whats that about maths?
I hate you school!

I hate my life.

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:43:14 GMT

is a sentence ive gotten into the bad habit of saying. I dont actually hate my life, its just a thing that has a story behind it thats faaaar too long to bother explaining.

Although I must say it is a bit of a craphole. see, while I was france, which was even bigger craphole than australia I was always thinking ahh, when I get home this and when I get home that and all my friends are so great and they love me so much and school is so interesting and my house is so nice and the weathers so good and im just such a better person there blah blah blah I loooooove australia. etc.

Not to say that it sucks. What I mean to say is that it isnt living up to everything I was imagining... which I guess is the problem. I shouldnt of idolised all the people I know/knew, the values of our school system, the 'great' weather... my guitar playing ability...

Just slightly panicking with the idea that now people wont just be changing during events that are completely out of my reach, but actually through things that I say and my actions. The fact that I am a part of my own life again.

its such an odd feeling!
I guess thats what the re-entry orientation is for?
so I wont do anything silly until the 17th of february at least

but even so... mleh. what a big craphole this has turned out to be. a mon avis... je dois ecouter jack johnson. mmmm.....

I wish I was a fluro clad north shore raver

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 20:14:48 GMT

are you listening to sandstorm again?
... no.

au plaisir de vous revoir...

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 15:39:10 GMT

i just got back from saying bye to all my kiwi friends
and it was odd, i actually got pretty emotional. especially when i had to say bye to rachel, the girl that i hit it off with really well that kind of reminds me of imogen but a bit less busty and a bit more punk rock, and its just odd to think that this is my second last day here and that im going to have to go around saying bye to everyone that ive been hanging around with these past 2 months and a bit, and its probable that i wont see them for a very very long time, if at all. because even though i have complained a bit about my exchange and how i thought it could have been better and all that, I still am going to miss everything and everyone here. its so frightening to think that when i get back im going to be in year eleven with all this new responsibility and pressure and crappy school crapness that i think i might actually prefer to rester içi in this world devoid of expectations where i can just float... like a jellyfish. and be pulled around by the tides in this little ocean of ours.

I guess I'll just have to get used to this bebo thing and keep in touch with them...

* Rachel
* Alison
* Liam
* other Rachel
* Alex
* Tricia

I actually will miss them!!!
this is so frustrating!!!
damn me and my human vulnerability!

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 14:41:17 GMT

2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?

A SQUID!!!

im the squid get it

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:27:47 GMT

will you be my octopus?

p.s. "good-looking french-boys" is an oxymoron

a rather interesting experience

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:13:24 GMT

so heres a summary of what happened last night:

i passed out, the fire brigade got called, i woke up, threw up then stumbled off to bed.
sounds like one of those "omgggg i got SO drunk last night it was SO crazy you wouldnt belieeeeeve" stories, but no.
let me give a more detailed explanation...

so basically, i was just sitting at the dinner table with my stomach randomly rumbling. i just assumed id eaten too much pizza, but then i started feeling really dizzy and nautious, like i was about to throw up. so obviously i got up and started moving towards the couch so i could lie down while trying to alert my host family "je ne me sens tres bien..." i mumbled as i slowly walked towards the couch "helena? ca va pas?" asked valerie and i turned around and said "ca va pas du tout..." apparently at that point i fainted, though the last thing i remember is michel saying something about the couch.

now the thing im surprised by is how well books describe the process of fainting and waking up. because this is the first time (that i remember) ive ever passed out/woken up from, and it really was a whole bunch of random images and soudns flashing through my mind, and when i came to i really did think "where am i? whats going on?" with the whole slow coming to of the senses (how my body was feeling, then the sounds around me then i opened my eyes and saw what was going on etc etc) so there we go, even if youve never passed out, you can write an accurate and fairly convincing account simply by reading other peoples work.

so anyway, the only things i remember thinking about while i was out are "hey, this is like what noah said" then an image of him putting a bandaid on a cut on his foot (he'd told me that story in the last email he sent) and then i was on the street but he wasnt there anymore, but there was some lady talking to me in portuguese and asking me if i was brazilian and me trying to reply but speaking french by accident. and then i got that between awake-and asleep feeling and i assumed that i was in bed at home about to wake up. and i thought "wow, i really do love this between stages feeling. and its so nice when youre in a biiig comfortable bed... hmm... bed. bed? wait a second, im not in bed. and im kind of cold and... owww, why does my head hurt so much?" so at that point (my mind was working rather slowly) i realised i wasnt in bed. though i still thought i was at home "why is everyone speaking french? whos that holding onto my hand?" *opens eyes* "woaaaah, since when do we have tiles and a piano???" and then it all sort of clicked and i thought "right, im in france with my host family, thats valerie on the phone and... and... i must have just passed out?"

at that point my brain kind of understood what was goign on, but it just wasnt connected to my mouth or my body properly, and valerie was asking me all of these questions (to check i wasnt concussed i guess) but it took me ages to reply to them. it was just so much effort to do everything, just keeping my eyes open was making me feel immensely tired. it was like after my first proper waterpolo game where i just cried for the next hour because i was so tired that even walking to the car just gave me this feeling of complete and utter despair. gosh. does anyone remember that game? against stella maris in the big pool at warringah in year seven? i swear that game made me scared of waterpolo for the next 6 months.

right, and then some firemen arrived - because in france theyre all first aid trained and who you call if somebodys hurt... not the ambulance... yeah.. there were three of them and they were asking me lots of questions about how i felt before i passed out and how i felt now and taking my blood pressure. i was kind of trying to tell them that my family has a history of gall stones/figure out if i knew the word for gall bladder/stone "euh... caillou... de... euh.. *mumbles incoherently*" not to say that not being able to think properly in any way affected my sense of humour. one of the (less attractive, older) firemen said "hey, if you pass out again ill have to give you mouth to mouth... and dont just do it on purpose so i have to!" (yes, funny imthesexiestmaneverfrenchman joke) to which i replied "only if he does the mouth to mouth" *points to young, attractive, trainee fireman*. lolz. i also said "no, i dont want to move, the floor is quite good right now, in fact the floor is a good friend of mine. perhaps i can just stay here all night?" "no, to the couch you go"

so lets move it along about half an hour, my head stopped its incessant spinning ("j'ai la tete que tourne"), and i sat up on the couch. i then leaned forward, said "i think im going to vomit" then threw up in the conveniently placed basin in front of me. it was just lovely. it was only one vomiting session, but it included four individual vomits and a nice dry retching noise at the end, followed by me crying because at that point i was feeling so bad and i just really, really wanted mum.

i then proceeded to stumble off to bed where i was given another basin in case i threw up again, and told to keep the door open and to yell out if i started feeling bad throughout the night. it was kind of difficult to get to sleep as everytime i moved my head started spinning, and every position made my stomach feel like it was being crushed thus making me feel sick. somehow i drifted off, slept fairly well, and i woke up this morning at about 10:30 with nothing other than a gigantic headache to remid me of what happened. oh right, did i say, when i passed out apparently i thwacked my head on the wall and then again on the floor. im not finding it difficult to believe, everytime i move the back of my head hurts and i cant rest my head on my hand because my jaws really sore.

oh, and school starts again tomorrow.
at least i have an interesting story to tell

pshhhhht forgot the resolutions

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 19:13:57 GMT

RESOLUTIONS FOR 08
stars indicate they MUST be done. the others are more like... aims. or guidelines.

1. spend more time with dad*
2. read the newspaper*
3. get my L's within a week of my 16th birthday*
4. get my motorbike license (even if i dont use it)*
5. do ALL my assignments*
6. do ALL my maths homework*
7. make at least a half decent attempt at everything else
8. spend less time on the computer
9. get a piercing*
10. stop drinking fizzy drinks completely*
11. do not eat any mcdonalds food*
12. play more guitar*
13. join a yoga class
14. keep playing all my sports
15. not constantly waste my money on things i dont need
16. become very good friends with someone who owns guitar hero
17. become very good friends with someone who owns a wii
18. practice (fairly) responsible drinking
19. try some more illicit substances
20. keep in contact with exchange people/not forget french*
21. be more honest in relationships with friends, family and boyfriend*
22. not dumb myself down at any point
23. make at least one more attempt to get to know noahs friends*
24. go on a ridiculously dangerous/scary rollercoaster*
25. stop using religious profanity
26. stop using the words "like" and "totally" except in the proper context
27. try not to say "lol" or "totes" unless im mocking somebody who does (although whatever trevor is still acceptable)
28. GET BACK INTO MY REVOLOUTIONARY WAYS!!!*****
that means: get back in contact with taylor, put my new email on all the leftist community mailing lists, become the new leader of environment club (yay!) and get those t shirts printed. heck yeah.

its a lot, but all completely achievable. except the school stuffs going to take a bit of effort considering i havent done my homework for the past three years and havent done half of my assignments for the past two. at least i pay attention in class!!

note: "2008" does not actually begin until i get back to australia. so all this stuffs put off until the 10th of february 2008. eheheh.

new years eve

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 18:46:11 GMT

okay, i have got so so so much to get through, i better start quickly.

so pretty much new years eve has been the soiree that ive most enjoyed since ive been here. as in it totally owned that time we went to the club AND the bal du lycee AND christmas AND hanging out after the movies. pwned.

the night started with prettying ourselves up (as usual). elodie and emeline both curled their hair and elodie spent about 40 minutes doing some crazy-go-nuts thing to my hair. im still not exactly sure what it was, but it was hella cool... christmas ornaments that double as hair accessories... gotta love the french. jah, and because i didnt bring any nice clothes with me from australia, i borrowed emelines black skinnies THAT WERE ALMOST UNBEARABLY SKINNY and elodies nice purkle shirt to wear. so i was already feeling pretty funky (as you do whenever you look good)

for the whole night we hung out with camille (17), her little sister (11) and her cousin will (10)
something i still dont understand is why i get along better with pre-adolescent french kids than the teenagers or adults. shmeh.
so thebasic events of night up until midnight:
- elodie got "married" to will
- they adopted this nutty kid running around as their son
- emeline was the godmother
- loup-garou card game
- we melted candles into wierd shapes and then played random games with the blobs. tried to convince the adults that it was actually ice floating in the coke, not candle wax. hehe. suckers.

at midnight everyone stood up and yelled BONNE ANNEE!!!! and then proceeded to air kiss every single other person in the room. including me. and there were 45 people there. so i had to walk around air kissing 40 people i didnt know being like "hehehe, yeah..."
but things looked up when some people pulled out 4kg of confetti. it was great!!! everyone then spent the next half hour throwing fistfuls of confetti at each other/into each others clothing/mouths while giggling hysterically. plus there were streamers to throw around and these little tubes you could blow lumps of paper at other people with and it was GREAT!!!

so anyway, at some point somebody put on some 80s music and all the oldies got up and started dancing in a most entertaining way. valerie was rather pickled which led to some dance moves that shall remain.. err... indescribable.
about an hour later elodie changed the music to modern club music and we attempted to make some of the adults learn some tektonik hardy har har har harrrrrr but then i kind of gave up and went to the food table (where i truly belong) where a seedy, fairly drunk 30 year old man asked me if i smoked, could i please take my clothes off, and voulez-vous coucher avec moi? i do hope he was joking.

we left just after 3 am (emeline had already fallen asleep on the couch by that point) and.. yes. it was good. i realise my english-descriptive-language skills are now rather diminished and everything has been described as "nuts" and "great" but i hope it gets across alright.

oh yeah, and when i peeled off the jeans (it really was peeling) i found a perfect imprint of all of the design and stitching on my skin. like the seam on the inside of the leg and the pockets on the front and back and the zip and the button and the tag and i just thought "got damn... gotta get me summa these"
oh, and then i spent 10 minutes picking bobby pins out of my hair. why ten minutes you ask? it was ten minutes because i had 31 PINS IN MY HAIR!!! 31!!!! ON MY HEAD!!!! AND I HADNT EVEN NOTICED!!!! everytime i pulled one out i was like "yeah, okay, thats it then. oh no, wait, THERES ANOTHER ONE!!" and it was NUTS! NUTS I TELL YE!!! aaababahiahisnkalsiashjakkk!!!!

and now back to single sentences on current state of mind:
i dont have any space for new messages on my phone
but i think its actually going to break my heart to delete any of them
most of them are ridiculously cute messages from noah that i will miss muchly if they are gone
noah is so so so so nice
like he is actually a wonderful person
i feel lucky to know him
but anyway, lets leave the noah praise for less public places

yawn yawn, yawn yawn yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn

attack of the evil exchange student

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 18:55:16 GMT

hmm, host father is getting randomly annoyed at me for little things.
today it was for "touching the wall with my hand"
me: oh... okay, sorry, i wasnt aware it was a problem

but i dont really mind. in fact i find it rather entertaining that he gets exasperated when i dont make my bed... hehe...

i should go melt some cheese one of these days

"NO!! NOT THE CHEESE!!!! ANYTHING BUT THE CHEESE!!!!!!"

Writer's Block: Ringing in 2008

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 18:52:51 GMT

What are your New Year's Eve plans?

View other answers

france:
I'll be at the house of one of my host familys friends probably feeling a little bit out of place but enjoying myself nonetheless. maybe ill be feeling a little wistful* but il determined to take lots of pictures of everyone looking HAPPY!!!! the task will probably will be made slightly easier as there is no doubt that there will be some nice french champagne. that i will drink a reasonable** amount of.
i dont want to get sent back to australia just yet.

australia:
at approximately 2pm tomorrow, i will stop and think about all my friends in australia for a while
and then ill go back to having lunch or something
yeah time difference!

*using my new vocabulary that i actually understand
** reasonable=1 glass. to taste it of course

a quick note on the english language

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 16:55:09 GMT

okay, what is with the phrase "of course"?

i wrote it in an email just then, but now im paranoid that i spelt it wrong or used it in the incorrect place.
damn french and its ability to ruin my english skills
i am SO set for extension english next year. BRING IT!

and you know what the translation of "of course" is in french?
"bien sur"
which if you directly translate (helena style) means "right on"
so all the fancy french people walk around sounding like (in my head) seedy americans

another entertaining fact:
if you say "mais bien sur!" as in "but of course!" it just sounds like youre saying "maybe unsure"
french people must get in trouble quite often in english speaking countries
"are you sure you packed your own luggage?"
"MAYBE UNSURE!!!!!!"
*frenchman gets crashtackled to the floor by a shemale airport staffsperson and is later strip searched in a cold, cold airport room*

yeah, this is what i do in spare time nowadays.
and whats with all the "s i used?
18!! 18 quotation marks!!!
thats just thilly.

just a quick note

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 21:39:08 GMT

i am going to be so gipped if it turns out christianity is right
all my atheism will be for nothing!
hmm... is atheism a word?
atheist-ness. hehe.

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 13:08:09 GMT

realisation: i had forgotten that this exchange wasnt all about me.

you see, the local coordinator called the house to check up on us/organise stuff for me leaving the program two days early, and i said that everything was going fine and dandy and hurrah. unfortunately, when valerie wtarted talking to her, she had some different things to say. although valerie realises that more school time+early wakeups+late dinners is taking its toll on my weak unaccustomed australian body, apparently i dont talk enough with the family or participate in family things. so from now on instead of concentrating on the "got damn, i dont have any great friends a school" im going to tr "how was your day valerie?" "how was work michel? would you like me to get some cheese/wine/chocolate for you?"

so shmeh
oh, and later today the etchegoin familys best family friend family (it makes sense okay) are arriving to stay for christmas. there are two children who are elodie and emelines best friends, and im slightly kind of very worried about what im going to be doing/who ill be hanging out with. i mean; ill know theyll be friendly and all, but... gah. its difficult.

but some things to be proud of:
i did my australia presentation and didnt make a complete fool of myself
my french has improved
i managed to find presents for everyone
im feeling gooooooood

anyway must dash

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 19:54:25 GMT

if i ever talk like this.. well... lets just hope the lobotomy didnt hurt too much.

ey yer i did dye my hair but i dont remember wen but yer im gonna get it done again 2nite coz it has washed out even tho it was a perminent but yer rhi's big 18th is 2mozza i wish use were here it qould be so much fun i havent seen u in ages we all miss yas heaps oh No we aint on hols yet but this is my last week of learning but i have activities week next week so yer it will be fun does maddy or maddie have 1 of these if not tell her 2 make 1 so we can talk we cya xx lub ya sarxxx

haha he invited me 2 a point pipe5r gathering one nite but i alredi had plans 2 hang with aneta and her botnay bois hhahaha.
gues wat i am rather brown atm:) unlike u pastybums tehe.
totes got an 18th this wkedn adn totes sexing evry1!!!
YOU SEXED ANY FRENCHIES?!?!?!?!
LLUFF LUFF LUFFF U 2 THE MOON ANC BAKC XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

heya
hw r u ?
ye i gt myspace bu its gay i hate using it lolz
im graduating on thurdaii :D im excited
den hols buu hsc :(
wah u up 2 ? gt nething planned for da hols ?

i - dont - understand - brain - melting....
i feel..
so...
comfordent?