Ever since I've had the capacity to know, I've known that I'm a girl who loves to love.
I love everything. Animal, vegetable or mineral, you name it - my heart will ache with love for it. I worry at times about this bottomless cup of coffee that is my supply of love, because it hurts me so much as well.
My eyes fill with tears at anything to do with the RSPCA, when old people are bashed, when I see someone cry. I crumble at the most un-amazing amazing things.
The year 7 co-ordinator has a plan - each yr 7 homeroom will be rewarded with an afternoon of pizza and a movie if they stay code-of-conduct (like a warning) free for 3 weeks.
Easy peasy, I thought, my homeroom is full of angels. Little well-behaved, angelic baby girls.
But disaster struck on Tuesday. I was informed by a tiny little girl that one of the other girls had been given a code.
'What?!' I asked, bewildered, 'What for? And who got it?'
The tiny girl pointed to her equally tiny friend, who was verging on tears.
'I left my maths book in my bag.'
The class of tiny people watched me for my response. So this is it, I thought, this is why a lioness fights for her cubs. This is why a magpie swoops. Because for some of us, love is what we do.
'That's a silly reason, and it should never have happened,' was my reassuring response, as I mentally beat down my heartache for these little, well-meaning people.
My love is so often inconvenient and overwhelming, but at least it's endless, and I can't apologise or resent that.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
It's really good being a Good Girl
The sky was what I inaccurately call Yogo blue, the breeze was warm and things were looking very, very bright in every sense of the word.
iPod in hand, sneakers on and hair in ponytail I set off on my walk in the sunshine. One block away I saw a wallet lying forlornly on the ground.
I picked it up, and unwilling to sacrifice my rare spurt of excercise enthusiasm by heading back I continued on my way. I looked inside and noticed all the credit cards, debit cards, driver's license and a key. I have lost many a purse and know only too well the panic and annoyance it causes and when arrived home I rang the bank straight away to let them know I had their client's wallet.
I got a phone call soon after, and spoke to a very grateful man who promised me a hefty reward in whatever form I liked.
But you know, I don't do 'the right thing' because I expect a reward. The feeling of doing something good for someone is addictive. Maybe ultimately it's even a selfish act for that reason. But his gratitude was reward enough.
I left the wallet in the letter box cos I was heading out, and got a text message later, thanking me and promising to 'take [me] and all my friends out and shout lots of rounds of drinks!'
Maybe that's my good karma right there! Just for being a really good Good Girl!
iPod in hand, sneakers on and hair in ponytail I set off on my walk in the sunshine. One block away I saw a wallet lying forlornly on the ground.
I picked it up, and unwilling to sacrifice my rare spurt of excercise enthusiasm by heading back I continued on my way. I looked inside and noticed all the credit cards, debit cards, driver's license and a key. I have lost many a purse and know only too well the panic and annoyance it causes and when arrived home I rang the bank straight away to let them know I had their client's wallet.
I got a phone call soon after, and spoke to a very grateful man who promised me a hefty reward in whatever form I liked.
But you know, I don't do 'the right thing' because I expect a reward. The feeling of doing something good for someone is addictive. Maybe ultimately it's even a selfish act for that reason. But his gratitude was reward enough.
I left the wallet in the letter box cos I was heading out, and got a text message later, thanking me and promising to 'take [me] and all my friends out and shout lots of rounds of drinks!'
Maybe that's my good karma right there! Just for being a really good Good Girl!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Growing up/growing up and towels.
When do you feel grown up? And, more to the point, when are you grown up? It's definitely not a case of you turn 18 and there you have it (I am living proof of that).
At my mum's house (and my aunties' and nanas' houses) they have towels. They have towels that are neatly folded, ample in supply, are crisp yet soft and smell like they've just come off the line from being in the sun. For some bizarre reason, towels are so comforting to me. They say to me 'grown up, organised and able to look after others'.
There's quite a few towels at my house. Towels in the bathroom, towels in the laundry basket, a few in the cupboard. But they're not like my mums. So I don't feel grown up. I've had little moments of organisation where I HAVE felt grown up, I provided a spare room with clean towels for my guests for a year. But I am always behind, always need something to be clean, always stressing over dust and grime, always tired, always not enough energy to run a complete life.
So I am most certainly not grown up. But I want to be because I am so old now.
At my mum's house (and my aunties' and nanas' houses) they have towels. They have towels that are neatly folded, ample in supply, are crisp yet soft and smell like they've just come off the line from being in the sun. For some bizarre reason, towels are so comforting to me. They say to me 'grown up, organised and able to look after others'.
There's quite a few towels at my house. Towels in the bathroom, towels in the laundry basket, a few in the cupboard. But they're not like my mums. So I don't feel grown up. I've had little moments of organisation where I HAVE felt grown up, I provided a spare room with clean towels for my guests for a year. But I am always behind, always need something to be clean, always stressing over dust and grime, always tired, always not enough energy to run a complete life.
So I am most certainly not grown up. But I want to be because I am so old now.
Monday, August 20, 2007
George Lane
<----- Sarah and I being a little bit silly :)
I love the weekends, they are wonderful, blissful and fleeting moments in my life. On Saturday night we headed down to George Lane for a few quiet drinks, although some were definitely more quiet than others (cough cough) and had a bit of a giggle. In fact I was a little surprised, by around midnight it was getting pretty quiet, and for the first time in my life I noticed there were more chicks in the bar than blokes. But then I realised it was St Kilda, and all the guys in St Kilda are old and go home early, and all the girls are young and gorgeous and hoping to hook the old rich men that go home early.
Yesterday was definitely a stay-in-trackies-and-do-nothing day which was glorious, although I did finish my application and send it off.
So now I guess I just have to wait.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Impending disaster
The unthinkable has happened! I am so UNBELIEVABLY pathetic that I treat my potplant, Lila, like a child.
And now a horrible thing has happened. Her little bud, that was sprouting so beautifully, seems to have snapped at the stem! This happened a number of months ago as well, and I have been waiting for weeks, (even months!) for a new sprout to grow. So this beautiful fiery-red bloom was reaching for the sun and I was SO PROUD AND I KNEW THAT THIS ONE WOULD FLOWER.
But today I looked over at her lovingly and NOTICED SHE HAD SNAPPED. I performed emergency surgery on her using sticky tape, and so far she seems to be ok.
But I am so, so scared :( she is a fragile little being and I can't handle the pressure of being her parent.
And now a horrible thing has happened. Her little bud, that was sprouting so beautifully, seems to have snapped at the stem! This happened a number of months ago as well, and I have been waiting for weeks, (even months!) for a new sprout to grow. So this beautiful fiery-red bloom was reaching for the sun and I was SO PROUD AND I KNEW THAT THIS ONE WOULD FLOWER.
But today I looked over at her lovingly and NOTICED SHE HAD SNAPPED. I performed emergency surgery on her using sticky tape, and so far she seems to be ok.
But I am so, so scared :( she is a fragile little being and I can't handle the pressure of being her parent.
Monday, August 13, 2007
730 days
So here we are. 730 days in. Two years, 104 weeks, 24 months.
Depending on how you say it, it sounds either forever or hardly any time at all.
Which is ironic, cos thats exactly how it feels.
I'm amazed at how quickly that time has gone, and yet I feel that there has been so much that I've felt.
For two whole years now there has been one person whose feelings, movements, thoughts, dreams, appetite, sleeping patterns, taste in films, taste in music, ideas, libido, sense of humour, frustrations and everything in between has influenced my own.
And despite all the times he annoys me or frustrates me or argues back (!?) I still find myself thinking about him and wishing the hours away til I see him.
It's a funny old thing, this love concept.
When we first got together there was a lot of scepticism, and I don't think it just came from my people. Josh had only just turned 20 when we met, and I was an ancient 24. I didn't want a relationship when we met, in fact it was the last thing on my mind. But as I walked back into my house that fateful Saturday morning, I already felt a little firework explode inside my heart.
So what brought an impatient young teacher and a very young, placid filmmaking student together? And why is it so inexplicably right?
I don't know. But it is.
And anyway, you know what Peter Allen said...
Love don't need a reason.
Depending on how you say it, it sounds either forever or hardly any time at all.
Which is ironic, cos thats exactly how it feels.
I'm amazed at how quickly that time has gone, and yet I feel that there has been so much that I've felt.
For two whole years now there has been one person whose feelings, movements, thoughts, dreams, appetite, sleeping patterns, taste in films, taste in music, ideas, libido, sense of humour, frustrations and everything in between has influenced my own.
And despite all the times he annoys me or frustrates me or argues back (!?) I still find myself thinking about him and wishing the hours away til I see him.
It's a funny old thing, this love concept.
When we first got together there was a lot of scepticism, and I don't think it just came from my people. Josh had only just turned 20 when we met, and I was an ancient 24. I didn't want a relationship when we met, in fact it was the last thing on my mind. But as I walked back into my house that fateful Saturday morning, I already felt a little firework explode inside my heart.
So what brought an impatient young teacher and a very young, placid filmmaking student together? And why is it so inexplicably right?
I don't know. But it is.
And anyway, you know what Peter Allen said...
Love don't need a reason.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Being a girl
It's so hard being a girl. I'm not sure if it's a uniquely female thing, but as soon as I hear news I want to share it. I'm actually pretty good at keeping secrets. I can be trusted with a great deal, however when it's small snippets of extra juicy goss I just HAVE to pass it on.
I read about research that was done a few years ago about gossip, and how it's actually healthy (when it's not in a malicious way) for girls because it builds a sense of community and acceptance. It's definitely our way of bonding, which is clearly why we're so good at it. Now I'm brimming full of juicy news from today and I have no one to tell it to, and its seriously killing me.
Yes, it's a tough job being a girl, but I LOVE it!
I read about research that was done a few years ago about gossip, and how it's actually healthy (when it's not in a malicious way) for girls because it builds a sense of community and acceptance. It's definitely our way of bonding, which is clearly why we're so good at it. Now I'm brimming full of juicy news from today and I have no one to tell it to, and its seriously killing me.
Yes, it's a tough job being a girl, but I LOVE it!
Sunday, August 05, 2007
I heart Shakespeare <3
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, til by broad spreading it disperses to nought.
Henry VI
Henry VI
Some good news
I know the last post was sad. I am heartbroken by what goes on here.
But I have some good news (well, I think it's exciting)!
I bought a new cable for my digital camera today as I had lost the old one, as well as a new memory card, so now I can take photos galore and post them!
Yay!
Lets keep positive, it's a beautiful world!
-xxoo-
But I have some good news (well, I think it's exciting)!
I bought a new cable for my digital camera today as I had lost the old one, as well as a new memory card, so now I can take photos galore and post them!
Yay!
Lets keep positive, it's a beautiful world!
-xxoo-
Please say this isn't goodbye
After a relatively busy Saturday, I braced myself against the FREEZING weather (note Goose, Paul and Ros: it is definitely NOT Neighbours weather in Melbourne in winter at all!! :) ) to head to the Rivoli to watch Sicko.
Josh came with me (he's always up for a political film these days!) and we were very excited about relaxing and letting Mike Moore entertain us for two hours.
Hmmmm... well despite laughing and giggling a fair bit through it (its actually quite hilarious) I came blinking out of the cinema kind of pissed off. Maybe not so much pissed off as disgruntled.
Disgruntled? I hear you ask. Are you 76 years old, Lauren? I also hear you ask.
No. I'm only 26. 26 and worried what is happening to our beautiful country :(
I love Australia. I love it so much. It is my lifeblood, it is hot and magnetic and cold and spooky. There are ghosts and spirits in the trees, the rocks the sand... there is a life in the air that hangs between mountains and hovers in gullies. It pulls people in and they never get out.
I love this land so much I will implode or explode, whichever way the red earth will take me.
But this land, as a nation... I am not so sure.
Last night I learnt about the British NHS, the French health system, the Cuban health system, Canadian one too.
But they couldn't put our beautiful country on, because our government has failed us. The changes Howard has made to our public health mean that we pay EXTRA taxes for our health system, and then we have to pay again for the services. Therefore, there is no public health in Australia anymore. It is just partly subsidised. They are hoping to make it a completely private health system.
Everything that our grandparents and great grandparents fought for, is disappearing before our eyes.
The foundations of paradise are crumbling.
Josh came with me (he's always up for a political film these days!) and we were very excited about relaxing and letting Mike Moore entertain us for two hours.
Hmmmm... well despite laughing and giggling a fair bit through it (its actually quite hilarious) I came blinking out of the cinema kind of pissed off. Maybe not so much pissed off as disgruntled.
Disgruntled? I hear you ask. Are you 76 years old, Lauren? I also hear you ask.
No. I'm only 26. 26 and worried what is happening to our beautiful country :(
I love Australia. I love it so much. It is my lifeblood, it is hot and magnetic and cold and spooky. There are ghosts and spirits in the trees, the rocks the sand... there is a life in the air that hangs between mountains and hovers in gullies. It pulls people in and they never get out.
I love this land so much I will implode or explode, whichever way the red earth will take me.
But this land, as a nation... I am not so sure.
Last night I learnt about the British NHS, the French health system, the Cuban health system, Canadian one too.
But they couldn't put our beautiful country on, because our government has failed us. The changes Howard has made to our public health mean that we pay EXTRA taxes for our health system, and then we have to pay again for the services. Therefore, there is no public health in Australia anymore. It is just partly subsidised. They are hoping to make it a completely private health system.
Everything that our grandparents and great grandparents fought for, is disappearing before our eyes.
The foundations of paradise are crumbling.
Friday, August 03, 2007
L'end of the semaine
Here we are again, braking slowly as we pull up to the highway checkpoint that is Friday.
Although this checkpoint is GREAT AS I CAN SLEEP IN TOMORROW!
My entire week is filled with mornings where I count down to the next sleep in. Depressing I know, but I only have four months (eek! Yay!) of my job left before I spread my wings and fly to the hot desert-ed and tax-free nest of the Middle East.
In other news.. ok so there's no other news.
I'm actually kind of excited (in a really, really uncool way) as my yr 10s have been doing their subject selections for yr 11 and talking about uni, so I've put together a lecture that I can give them in the 'lecture theatre' at school (pfft, sif!) and they're SO excited cos they'll be like uni girls and then afterwards we'll have a little tutorial. You see? This is why I need a little holiday!
Ok enough of my uncoolness.
Adios
Although this checkpoint is GREAT AS I CAN SLEEP IN TOMORROW!
My entire week is filled with mornings where I count down to the next sleep in. Depressing I know, but I only have four months (eek! Yay!) of my job left before I spread my wings and fly to the hot desert-ed and tax-free nest of the Middle East.
In other news.. ok so there's no other news.
I'm actually kind of excited (in a really, really uncool way) as my yr 10s have been doing their subject selections for yr 11 and talking about uni, so I've put together a lecture that I can give them in the 'lecture theatre' at school (pfft, sif!) and they're SO excited cos they'll be like uni girls and then afterwards we'll have a little tutorial. You see? This is why I need a little holiday!
Ok enough of my uncoolness.
Adios
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Come on, people!
I mean seriously - no comments? I haven't visited this page for a long time but looking at it now, I find it quite charming and my comments not just a little witty, so I recommend you all start reading it and saying a few things.
I was down in Middle Park today watching some of the shooting for Josh's short film. Things seemed to be going pretty well, the actors were in fine form and the set was looking pretty spiffy. Josh painted this canvas last night, it's a long kind of thing (at times like this a digicam would be handy :/) and he painted a long stemmed rose on it and did all these crazy scraping things (an exceedingly poor description I know) and it looked quite good, only there was something about it that didn't really take my fancy. H'anyway that painting formed part of a rather dramatic backdrop of red and black which was quite effective.
My life, on the other hand, has been incredibly dull. I seriously haven't done anything remotely exciting. I'm thinking I might head to Thailand over Christmas, God knows I need a holiday, so I'll ask my S.O about it and see what he says.
I'll make up an interesting story and post it here soon. Fingers crossed.
I was down in Middle Park today watching some of the shooting for Josh's short film. Things seemed to be going pretty well, the actors were in fine form and the set was looking pretty spiffy. Josh painted this canvas last night, it's a long kind of thing (at times like this a digicam would be handy :/) and he painted a long stemmed rose on it and did all these crazy scraping things (an exceedingly poor description I know) and it looked quite good, only there was something about it that didn't really take my fancy. H'anyway that painting formed part of a rather dramatic backdrop of red and black which was quite effective.
My life, on the other hand, has been incredibly dull. I seriously haven't done anything remotely exciting. I'm thinking I might head to Thailand over Christmas, God knows I need a holiday, so I'll ask my S.O about it and see what he says.
I'll make up an interesting story and post it here soon. Fingers crossed.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Oy :/
So! It's that time of the year. The day has come. We're moving.
After picking up the keys aprés l'école from Armadale and coming home, we faced the vast and endless sea of boxes and random crap that houses seem to magnetically attract. Unfortunately, Josh's car decided that today is the day it wanted to lay down it's weary head and die, so it's parked up the street waiting for the RACV and the breath of life it brings.
We took a few loads of boxes and stuff over to the new place - it's looking remarkably smaller than I first remembered (oops) but my beloved has been gracious enough not to comment on how 'cosy' it's going to be.
Anyway so I'd better go and organise the chaos that surrounds me. I just wish I was like Jeannie and could blink my way into the new house.
Oy :(
Lauren
-xx-
After picking up the keys aprés l'école from Armadale and coming home, we faced the vast and endless sea of boxes and random crap that houses seem to magnetically attract. Unfortunately, Josh's car decided that today is the day it wanted to lay down it's weary head and die, so it's parked up the street waiting for the RACV and the breath of life it brings.
We took a few loads of boxes and stuff over to the new place - it's looking remarkably smaller than I first remembered (oops) but my beloved has been gracious enough not to comment on how 'cosy' it's going to be.
Anyway so I'd better go and organise the chaos that surrounds me. I just wish I was like Jeannie and could blink my way into the new house.
Oy :(
Lauren
-xx-
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Le quiz
Laura emailed this to me, and as I'm bored.... voila! :)
1. Were you named after anyone ? Not that I know of
2. When was the last time you cried? Last night watching Schindler's List
3. Do you like your handwriting? Nah no particularly
4. What is your favourite lunch meat? Salami
5. Do you have kids? No way
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? Besties
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Probably a little too much. Although I'm usually pretty chirpy and just make sarcastic comments in my head at the retarded things people say
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes, all of them
9. Would you bungee jump? Heck no
10. What is your favourite cereal? Porridge
11. What is your proudest moment? Not sure but buying our new place is one of them!
12. Do you think you are strong? Not as strong as I should be
13. What is your favourite ice cream? Cookies n cream
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Hair and face
15. Red or pink? Pink
16. What is the least favourite thing about you? Ugh sooo many things... my legs!
17. Who do you miss the most? Nana Dahl
18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? It'd be nice but I'm posting it as a blog
19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing? White, green, maroon skirt and ugg boots!
20. What was the last thing you ate? A Kettle chip
21. What are you listening to right now? Deadwood
22. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Spring green
23. Favourite smells? Coffee and fresh sheets
24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Josh
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I loooove Laura!
26. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be? Spain or France
27. Favourite sports to watch? Now why would I waste my time doing that?
28. Hair colour? Blackish red at the moment!
29. Eye colour? Hazel
30. Do you wear contacts? No
31. Favourite Food ? Tacos, nachos and yoghurt
32. Scary movies or happy endings? Both!!
33. Last movie you watched? Some of Schindler's List, last FULL movie, The Lives of Others
34 What colour shirt are you wearing? Black ... where are 35 & 36?
37. Favourite dessert? Everything! Apricot pie maybe or chocolate pudding
38. Most likely to respond? NA
39. Least likely to respond? Everyone
40. What book are you reading? Texas
41. What is on your mouse pad? There isn't one :( Josh says they are now redundant
42. What did you watch on TV last night? Temptation and Comedy Gala thing
43. Favourite sound? Affectionate words, my mum's voice, the country
45. What is the furthest you have been from home? Malaysia
46. Do you have a special talent? Haha probably but can't think of anyone. Oh wait, I'm a good cook.
47. Where were you born? Sandringham Hospital, Melbourne
48. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back? Anyone who wants to reply
1. Were you named after anyone ? Not that I know of
2. When was the last time you cried? Last night watching Schindler's List
3. Do you like your handwriting? Nah no particularly
4. What is your favourite lunch meat? Salami
5. Do you have kids? No way
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? Besties
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Probably a little too much. Although I'm usually pretty chirpy and just make sarcastic comments in my head at the retarded things people say
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes, all of them
9. Would you bungee jump? Heck no
10. What is your favourite cereal? Porridge
11. What is your proudest moment? Not sure but buying our new place is one of them!
12. Do you think you are strong? Not as strong as I should be
13. What is your favourite ice cream? Cookies n cream
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Hair and face
15. Red or pink? Pink
16. What is the least favourite thing about you? Ugh sooo many things... my legs!
17. Who do you miss the most? Nana Dahl
18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? It'd be nice but I'm posting it as a blog
19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing? White, green, maroon skirt and ugg boots!
20. What was the last thing you ate? A Kettle chip
21. What are you listening to right now? Deadwood
22. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Spring green
23. Favourite smells? Coffee and fresh sheets
24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Josh
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I loooove Laura!
26. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be? Spain or France
27. Favourite sports to watch? Now why would I waste my time doing that?
28. Hair colour? Blackish red at the moment!
29. Eye colour? Hazel
30. Do you wear contacts? No
31. Favourite Food ? Tacos, nachos and yoghurt
32. Scary movies or happy endings? Both!!
33. Last movie you watched? Some of Schindler's List, last FULL movie, The Lives of Others
34 What colour shirt are you wearing? Black ... where are 35 & 36?
37. Favourite dessert? Everything! Apricot pie maybe or chocolate pudding
38. Most likely to respond? NA
39. Least likely to respond? Everyone
40. What book are you reading? Texas
41. What is on your mouse pad? There isn't one :( Josh says they are now redundant
42. What did you watch on TV last night? Temptation and Comedy Gala thing
43. Favourite sound? Affectionate words, my mum's voice, the country
45. What is the furthest you have been from home? Malaysia
46. Do you have a special talent? Haha probably but can't think of anyone. Oh wait, I'm a good cook.
47. Where were you born? Sandringham Hospital, Melbourne
48. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back? Anyone who wants to reply
Saturday, April 14, 2007
AAAAAARRGGGHHHH!
Oh my god I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO angry!!
The most insane thing happened this morning...
So at 12:15 I had an appointment - like any self-respecting girl I had to get my eyebrows waxed. 15 minutes I was gone. 15 MINUTES!
As I drove up my street, I couldn't get a car park. Nowhere! And who were those people walking up my driveway? To my HORROR, there were 30 people out the front of my house waiting to get in to an 'open inspection'. I asked if they were there to look out our house (there are 4 in the block) and they said yes. I ran inside and called out to Josh, who appeared with a real estate agent who was extremely apologetic. This agent had just left an abusive message on our property manager's phone because NO ONE HAD TOLD US.
That's right, we had to open our house to 30 PLUS PEOPLE and the house was soooo messy with our crap everywhere. It is so horrible to have people come in and look through your cupboards, your bedroom, bathroom, when all your stuff is everywhere because you haven't had time to hide it.
To make things 100 times worse, one of my students came through with her sister, and saw me, so she now knows everything about my house, my possessions, the fact that I live with my partner (which they're not supposed to know - it's a Catholic thing) and even though she's lovely I am still so embarrassed :(
How horrible :(
So anyone who wants to rent a place, do NOT go with NOEL JONES because they have been NOTHING but trouble for us.
I apologise for the rage but what happened this morning was horrible!
Love Lauren
-xx-
The most insane thing happened this morning...
So at 12:15 I had an appointment - like any self-respecting girl I had to get my eyebrows waxed. 15 minutes I was gone. 15 MINUTES!
As I drove up my street, I couldn't get a car park. Nowhere! And who were those people walking up my driveway? To my HORROR, there were 30 people out the front of my house waiting to get in to an 'open inspection'. I asked if they were there to look out our house (there are 4 in the block) and they said yes. I ran inside and called out to Josh, who appeared with a real estate agent who was extremely apologetic. This agent had just left an abusive message on our property manager's phone because NO ONE HAD TOLD US.
That's right, we had to open our house to 30 PLUS PEOPLE and the house was soooo messy with our crap everywhere. It is so horrible to have people come in and look through your cupboards, your bedroom, bathroom, when all your stuff is everywhere because you haven't had time to hide it.
To make things 100 times worse, one of my students came through with her sister, and saw me, so she now knows everything about my house, my possessions, the fact that I live with my partner (which they're not supposed to know - it's a Catholic thing) and even though she's lovely I am still so embarrassed :(
How horrible :(
So anyone who wants to rent a place, do NOT go with NOEL JONES because they have been NOTHING but trouble for us.
I apologise for the rage but what happened this morning was horrible!
Love Lauren
-xx-
Friday, April 13, 2007
A quick rant on David Hicks vs the World
Today we had a quick discussion about David Hicks and the absolute ridiculousness of his situation. I hate talking about it cos it gets me angry. SO let me have this small rant and I'll be done with it! :)
Prior to the September 11 attacks, there was a war - the Afghan War to be precise - in the 1980s. The USA had a little team of people they supported during this who would protect their own interests. People they called 'resistance fighters'. And who was the head of these fighters? Osama bin Laden!
In fact, the USA loved these people sooooo much, they gave them not $500k, not $20 million... not $1 billion... but $6 BILLION. IN THE 80S!
That's a LOT of money.
Then things changed. These 'resistance fighters' with their $6 billion decided a bit later to attack the World Trade Centres in New York. The leader of this expedition - Osama bin Laden. The US changed the name of the 'resistance fighters' to 'terrorists'.
So David Hicks spent 5 years in solitary confinement, was tortured, held without trial under the same system that was used in Apartheid South Africa, and finally charged with 'providing material support to a terrorist organisation'.
David Hicks didn't kill anyone, he didn't fire a bullet at anyone and he ran from the frontline when the fighting began.
When Hicks joined Al Quaida it wasn't classified as a terrorist organisation.
So they're telling us $6 billion ISN'T prividing material support?
I mean, seriously...
Prior to the September 11 attacks, there was a war - the Afghan War to be precise - in the 1980s. The USA had a little team of people they supported during this who would protect their own interests. People they called 'resistance fighters'. And who was the head of these fighters? Osama bin Laden!
In fact, the USA loved these people sooooo much, they gave them not $500k, not $20 million... not $1 billion... but $6 BILLION. IN THE 80S!
That's a LOT of money.
Then things changed. These 'resistance fighters' with their $6 billion decided a bit later to attack the World Trade Centres in New York. The leader of this expedition - Osama bin Laden. The US changed the name of the 'resistance fighters' to 'terrorists'.
So David Hicks spent 5 years in solitary confinement, was tortured, held without trial under the same system that was used in Apartheid South Africa, and finally charged with 'providing material support to a terrorist organisation'.
David Hicks didn't kill anyone, he didn't fire a bullet at anyone and he ran from the frontline when the fighting began.
When Hicks joined Al Quaida it wasn't classified as a terrorist organisation.
So they're telling us $6 billion ISN'T prividing material support?
I mean, seriously...
Yawn
These posts will more than likely dry up next week when I go back to work so I'll make the most of my spare time (?!) now.
Although Josh went out for a few birthday beverages, I went to the movies with les autres filles and watched Disturbia, which I did actually find quite disturbing. Even though I get scared easily, it doesn't stop me from seeing these movies which is ridiculous.
I ended up heading in to the Nevermind Bar anyway to say hello, and was greeted enthusiastically by Nata and Drew which was nice.
It's only a week now before we move into the new place and I'm dreading the move, even though it'll be a huge relief to get in there. I really need to get some photos happening up here on this page, so I'll try and organise that.
In the meantime, I hope everyone stays well and have a great weekend!
Ciao!
Lauren
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Although Josh went out for a few birthday beverages, I went to the movies with les autres filles and watched Disturbia, which I did actually find quite disturbing. Even though I get scared easily, it doesn't stop me from seeing these movies which is ridiculous.
I ended up heading in to the Nevermind Bar anyway to say hello, and was greeted enthusiastically by Nata and Drew which was nice.
It's only a week now before we move into the new place and I'm dreading the move, even though it'll be a huge relief to get in there. I really need to get some photos happening up here on this page, so I'll try and organise that.
In the meantime, I hope everyone stays well and have a great weekend!
Ciao!
Lauren
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
26 and one day
Yes the rumours are true... I am now 26 years old! I know that sounds so old but I don't feel that old and I guess that's what counts.
Anyway my birthday was pretty uneventful, just hung out in the city and caught up with my brother and his gf at Fed Square before they went to the Chili Peppers :( It really should have been me going, but it wasn't to be.
We went out with all the parents last night for tea for our birthdays (Happy birthday Josh!) which was lucrative and enjoyable.
Dad and Susie stayed with us over the weekend and talking to them has completely motivated us in our travel plans for 2008 so that's the next thing we have to get organised! (after moving house).
Sorry this has been such a boring post but my brain is still snoozing so I'll leave it here!
Bye!
Lauren
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Anyway my birthday was pretty uneventful, just hung out in the city and caught up with my brother and his gf at Fed Square before they went to the Chili Peppers :( It really should have been me going, but it wasn't to be.
We went out with all the parents last night for tea for our birthdays (Happy birthday Josh!) which was lucrative and enjoyable.
Dad and Susie stayed with us over the weekend and talking to them has completely motivated us in our travel plans for 2008 so that's the next thing we have to get organised! (after moving house).
Sorry this has been such a boring post but my brain is still snoozing so I'll leave it here!
Bye!
Lauren
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