Number Fifteen: Impatience

So Nintendo Wii's are fun.

Today I experienced how to race cows, fly through circular clouds of smoke, and apparently run sideways on walls (without success). This console is rather entertaining, I must say. The whole concept of going through the movies of actually hitting a ball or dancing or squirting a rabbit in the face mask with orange juice is intriguing to me. Technology has come so far that I don't think it will be too long until you'll actually be able to step into the game. You'll be able to race with Mario and his gang, or be a sniper in some generic combat game. But does that mean that you'll actually feel pain when you run into a wall or have your head chomped off by a zombie?

Something that came to me today as we were playing was the growing flaw of impatience that I am developing. I want to be good at everything right at the moment when I'm learning how to do it. I used to enjoy the learning process when I picked up a new hobby. But isn't this the atmosphere we are living in right now: technology has made so many tasks painfully simple that now, when you come across tasks that need a little practice, you want results straight away. Perhaps we all need to go back to washing dishes and clothes by hand to feel like we're actually living rather than just exercising our index finger by pressing buttons.

However, It's easier just to sit here and be apethetic.



Lovemeg

Number Forteen: Flicks

So what you see above is the first film I ever made.

Actually, that's a lie. The first movie I made was about my inflatable Penguin, Luey. I have always been interested in writing, directing, shooting and producing short films but have never had the people or equipment to aid me. However, one of my new years resolutions (I have no decided) is to enter more short film competitions this year to gain experience in the field.

I have always been interested in how movies are made and how to represent thoughts and emotions visually. I am a visual thinker and as a child my imagination would flourish in vivid daydreams about fickle objects.

But I find that now I had no motivation or ideas to portray, so I am looking for some help. Films are fun to make, and I find the editing process very fulfilling. All I need is ideas and people power to make my aspiration come true.

There's a few short film competitions coming up at the end of January. Interested?



Lovemeg

Number Thirteen: Christmas Message

So video blogs are hard work when you don't have a webcam.

Sorry this is a few days late. I talked for so long I had to span my message across three uploads.







Hope you all had a great day yesterday.



Lovemeg

Number Twelve: Lights

So people who put up Christmas lights are a tiny bit strange.


Last night Olivia, Tanya and myself drove around looking at the Christmas lights and decorations residents of Glenmore Park had brightened up the exterior of their house with, and, to tell you the truth (the bluntest of the blunt), I don't know why you would bother. I understand that decorating your house to the extent these people were is mainly for the sake of their children's temporary happiness, and a bit of edging around the eaves with fairy lights looks rather stylish, however some houses douse their rooves in colour and sparkle, almost blinding the people walking by.

We, here at the Ebelt residence, never deck out our house in lights; never have. We have a plastic tree that hasn't made an appearance this year. Instead, we have a 30 centimetre tree sitting on top of a coffee table with the presents stashed underneath the glass. I don't think I exist in a family of scrooges, rather we appreciate a simplistic Christmas rather than an attention grabber.

Last night I also introduced Olivia to Tanya's fear of Caddens Road in Orchard Hills. For those of you who don't know this street, basically there are three hills all in a row on at least a 4 kilometre stretch, with acreage on both sides. During daylight hours, it is pretty ordinary, however comes alive during the night time within Tanya's hyperactive mind, drawing on the fact that there are no street lights and only spanning fields of nothingness all around the car. Olivia and myself could barely breath because we were laughing so hard when Tanya screamed after seeing a moth that apparently appeared like a dead body on the asphalt.

Now, this is the kind of Christmas fun that I enjoy. It's not about the lights or the tinsel or even the presents. It's about the times spent with friends. I'm not Christian, but I am definately a subscriber to the pleasure brought by Christmas when people are brought together to share their time with each other.

You don't need lights or a tree to have fun.



Lovemeg

Number Eleven: Bites and Grazes

So I have this lump on my arm.

Don't you think it's funny when after a night of heavy drinking, you wake up and find all of these bruises and cuts on your body? I spent the night at Bob's with a few friends, and I can't remember where I picked up the graze on my knee. I think it's fascinating how your sense of touch is dimmed down so low that you can't feel when you graze your knee. Getting carpet burn usually stings for hours, however with alcohol, it only stings the morning after. So next time, kids, instead of crying over a wound, just get drunk. Solves everything.

Except this lump on my arm. We were outside on the balcony at one point and I put my arm on the railing for, say, a fifth of a second, and some insect in the darkness pierced my flesh. At first, when I showed Kelly, it just looked like a scratch. But about an hour later, it swelled up into this blister-like bulge, and now it is rather irritating. Not itchy, not hurting; just irritating. I wonder what it was. Probably some mutant mosquito who was after my delicious blood.

We had these cocktails last night. Most of them we just threw random drinks into the same glass and hoped that it would taste OK. I think Kelly and I ended up with most of the concoctions. Imagine frozen fruit pieces, juice, soft drink, Southern Comfort, Bacardi, Smirni/VoVo, Malibu, plus more. And what's good is that I can still remember everything that went on, including Hayley this morning trying to manually push open Bob's key-coded gate and sleeping on ornamental pillows.

But I don't remember how I got this graze.




Lovemeg

Number Ten: Ranks and Late Night Shopping

So UAI came out today. I got 93.75, and yes, I am super happy with that; it is exactly what I deserve.

I hope that all of my friends are satisfied with their marks. I know there are people out there who are beating themselves up about the UAI they received as it was not up to their expectations, and I'm not going to give a speech about it all being OK and that "there's plenty of ways to get into Uni if you don't meet the initial standard". Because you know what; today is about me. I'm happy with my ranking, and it's not my job to either praise you or cheer you up. I am proud of my friends who achieved sky-rocketing heights, but this day is all about me and my future. And now, I feel ready to move on to the next chapter in my life in full confidence that I have prepared myself enough in the past for the strains of University.

My other happenings for today was my late night shopping experience. Tonight at Westfields the shops all stayed open until midnight, and because I had to pick-up my mother from her work at said time, I decided to catch a movie with Geoff and then meet Hayley at 9pm. I never realised the extent of loitering-ism that occurs in or outside the Plaza. I thought the whole emo phase was over, but there were at least 50 of them all smoking and showing off their new holes and blasting death metal from the small speakers on their mobile phones. Then there are the metro boys with their pink button up shirts, short shorts and monstorous "party boy" sunnies. And then there's the infestation of butches who wear skater shorts and male Cotton On print T-shirts.

Penrith is such a diverse place.



Lovemeg

Number Nine: Scores and Dreams

So results came out today.


I'm very happy with mine. My HSC exams really boosted my overall marks, sometimes helping me to jump a band. I'm feeling a little more settled about what happens tomorrow with the UAI, because I'm sure the results I earned will pull me through. Then we all have to wait for University offers to come through, which aren't for another three and a half weeks. Sigh. We all thought the waiting was over, where in reality these results are just a single hurdle in a multiple hurdle race.

In other news, I had a weird dream last night. I'm not completely sure, but it seemed to me as if I was delving into a serious relationship with Missy Higgins. Today, I woke up, scratchd my head and wondered why exactly my subconscious had illustrated this story to me. Firstly, I absolutely dislike everything about Missy: I hate her music, I hate the way she talks, and I especially hate her hair (Don't get me started). So why do we have dreams that come from the outer regions of left field? I realise that dreams are connected to the inner thoughts that float around in the back of our psyche, however some seem to have no connection to anything that presides in our lives.

I've tried those "dream interpretation" sites before, and some images can be very representative of life issues. But I can't type in "Missy Higgins" and expect a matched interpretation.

If y'all have any ideas about what this dream means, my ears are open.



Lovemeg

Number Eight: P-Plater Rant

This rant has been coming for a long time.

I acknowledge that there are some young P-Platers out there who are imbeciles and don't follow the road rules, but the greater majority of us do. The stereotypes placed on all of us who obey the law is appalling. I'm not saying that I'm a perfect driver: sure, sometimes I speed or don't completely stop at stop signs on roads that I drive everyday that I know aren't busy, but for the most part I am fairly safe.

But you find that some of the worst drivers out there are those with their black licence. There has been countless times when I've had someone tail-gate me and then suddenly pull out into another lane to get around me, dangerously swerving from one side of the road to the other. They also think they can pull out in front of you when you are only ten metres away because you're obviously going so slow that they will have enough time. Just like today while I was trying to find a parking spot at Westfields. There was this woman in a four-wheel-drive who just pulled out in front of me suddenly, causing me to slam on the brakes. And she put her hand up and waved at me. Like that gesture would make everything alright. And then, to top it off, she cut me off again five minutes later while I was still looking for a park. And she waved again! Aah!

Does a wave that follows a mistake on the road make it OK for black licence drivers to assert their authority over P-Platers? If so, maybe when I crash into your car, I'll get out and just wave at you because I know that you'll understand.

We drive on the same road, fuckwit.



Lovemeg

Number Seven: Domino

Yet another day wasted.

I watched the movie Domino today. If you haven't seen it, I urge you to hire it out as soon as possible. This may be the only movie that I have ever liked Keira Knightley in. It's about this woman, Domino Harvey, who gave up a life of fortune to become a bounty hunter. I liked the way it was filmed in terms of how the camera would miss the faces of the actors; too slow on the close up shots in reacting to their movements, which gave the film pace and tempo. As much as I didn't like the random words that would appear across the screen, I got over that when I saw the use of lighting in the questioning scenes. The way their eyes appeared like huge, black voids coupled with the green filter gave the film a feel of being underground and hidden away.

The concept of the two sided coin really spoke to me. You see, she had an epiphany when she stole a coin from the donation collection at Church as a child, and would always come back to the saying that "If it's heads, you live. If it's tails, you die" when deciding what to do in troublesome situations. Life really does depend on luck sometimes. Sure, many believe that we "make our own luck" so to speak, but sometimes, as Shakespeare put it, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them."

All of the opportunities that are taken or missed effect the outcome of our lives. And these opportunities can be as little as choosing to eat a particular food for breakfast. I wonder if my day would've been more exciting if I'd had a banana for breakfast rather than toast. Perhaps. I wonder if I would've had such a fulfilled schooling experience if I hadn't accepted the honour of School Captain. Not many people know this, but I was contemplating giving it up in the beginning. I thought I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure. I wonder if I would've been so stubborn and set in my ways if I had opened myself to new things when I was younger, like going on rollercoasters at amusement parks or eating spinnich or choosing to play the trumpet instead of the clarinet. With the flip of a coin, I choose which team has the first centre pass in netball. I wonder if my team would've won more games if we won the toss every game. Or lose when the lost the toss.

By letting an object choose the direction of my life, maybe I will be opening up new passages to options and wonderour outcomes that I would not have tried on my own personal choice. Or will I be exposing myself to greater dangers without the influence of inhibitions?

I think I'll do an experiment.



Lovemeg

Number Six: Cleaning

So today I cleaned out my room.

I packed away everything I wasn't using anymore into bags that I'm going to take to Lifeline tomorrow. It's funny how board games I haven't played in five or so years may end up under the tree of a poverty-stricken child this Christmas. As much as I feel like I'm shedding my youth in preparation for University, I also feel a sense of empowerment, because I may be making a difference in someone's life.

It's funny how you take all the useless shit in your room for granted. I'm sure that all the items I am giving up gave me hours of entertainment at the time of buying. But what now? Thinking back, none of it was really a use to me back then either.

As I was going through my old stuff, I came across this shoe box. It had on it "Meg's Special Box". I had totally forgotten about it. It has all of the awards I've gotten over the years inside it, plus notes and cards from people that I've kept. Most of them are from my really young primary school years, but I must have thrown a whole bunch of Christmas cards in there from year 8. I must say, some of you were very eloquent back then. Most of them just had: "Dear Meg. Have a [insert message that came with card here]. Love [whoever]". Or, if you were someone like Catherine, you wrote: "Dear Meg. This is a card. Good Bye."

There was also a bunch of letters from year 9 and 10. It's funny how obsessed kids can become with letter books. You had to write about the guy you liked in it otherwise people would gnaw at your patience. And you couldn't just tell people your secret out loud; you always had to write it down in the letter book. Obviously, kids are very knowledgable in the fields of blackmail and gathering evidence to embarass someone.

Did anyone else, in primary school, go out of their way to embarass someone? Children are so mean. Then again, I found it spanned up until about year 9. Apparently, according to one of my letters, Tanya would nudge at me every time the guy I liked walked past in junior high school. I remember we did the same in primary school when we would tease Natalie and Sean. Ah, such an odd couple that one (Yes I realise the majority of you don't know who either of those people are, but take my word for it. I'm sure there are names that you can substitute into that sentence to fit your experience.).

With a nose full of dust, I feel rather regretful that I would sometimes open my mouth and embarass people about the most trivial of things, just to make myself feel more powerful. Maybe that's why I felt so righteous when I packed all of the toys I gathered into the car for drop-off tomorrow at Lifeline. I always felt that sinking feeling in my gut after the child being ostracised would blush, but was too proud to admitt my faults. And I wouldn't speak back when the tables were turned on me.

Now, it's different.

I just tell them to fuck off.



Lovemeg

Number Five: Reminiscing

It has been such a long time since I've visited Jamison Little Athletics Club. After being such a big part of my life for a good eight years, I can see why I loved it so much.

The community there is unbelievable. I must say, the committee that was in charge when I was going through has laid the foundations for what the club has today. When my Dad first went on as Treasurer, he set up the computer database they now use, plus the recording database. Before he started it was all done on paper. Then he set up the weekly newsletter which is still going strong, and the Interclub Challenge, which we were in attendance tonight (even if when it started it was against Cranebrook who are now replaced by Colyton). The white board Mum had put up in the days of her Canteen Managing is still there... With my writing on it!

It was good to catch up with all the young'uns who are now in the eldest age group and taller than me. AND I saw Amanda again! After such a long time. She told me about everything that has happened at Stone's training group since I was last there. Sounds like all the kids are having so much fun.

I came to the understanding tonight that when I had left running training, I hadn't just given up a hobby; I had left a community. Everyone there is so much different to people from school. But, unlike the friends you make at school who know the real you, at running I was bound by our common interests. I couldn't fully extend my personality to them.

I'm interested in the fact that people can be something around one group of friends but then unconsciously become something else around another group.

I do it myself.



Lovemeg

Number Four: It's That Time of the Year

So Christmas is coming.

I'm such a crap present buyer. Every year I try to do personalised gifts for close friends, but they never really work. I've already sent out a hoard of cards to people. I feel very obligated to send people cards. I usually do like 50 each year, all with "Merry Christmas. Love Meg" on them, and just throw them at people when we were at school. But this year I've only done 25, 1) because I don't have many people's addresses, and 2) because I just wanted to do personal messages this year. If you have received one of my cards, you are very special to me. And if you didn't, well, then you're still special to me and must understand that it is physically impossibe to write thousands of personalised cards in a short space of time. Plus, I don't have enough money for stamps.

So what do I want for Christmas? All I've wanted for the past few months is money from my parents for a Macbook. I was hoping I'd be able to pay for part of it, but my funds seem to be trickling away (more like flooding over the dam). However, there are already three presents under the tree for me... What... The?... I specifically asked my parents for nothing else. I heard Mum talk about a hair straightener, which I really don't need, but I have a feeling is residing under the tree...

I'll keep you updated on what I find out.



Lovemeg

Number Three: Obsessions

I go through many phases of liking particular things.

For example, at the present, I am obsessed with Lonelygirl15. Yes, I know I'm very very extremely slow on the uptake and the first season is from a year ago, but I don't care. For y'all who have no idea what I'm ranting about, go to http://www.youtube.com/user/lonelygirl15 and enter the world of Bree and Danielbeast. Watch right from the beginning. Basically, it's a series of video blogs ("vlogs"?) by these ficitious characters who are on the run from "The Order", some form of cult which resembles the secret service. All their vlogs interconnect, and, judging by where I'm up to watching, there's four or five characters that send these videos to each other, sending the audience on a chase to find out the back story of their lives. Because it is in a vlog format, that means that watchers can send video replies or comments to interact with the characters, so the storyline isn't pinned down. It's a brilliant idea. Apparently there's another series called Modern Girl or something. Must google that one.

Another obsession I have is with Tiger Toast. Everyone who was on Schoolies with me will know this one. Mmm, Vegemite with lines of melted cheese. But you shouldn't put too much cheese on it because it ruins the effect.

Podcasts. A fantastic invention. I've searched the web for 'best of' lists, and am continuing to gather quite a large collection of them. They're really good to listen to while cleaning or when you can't sleep at night. I listen to a lot of KC & Elka ("The Planet"), watch JTV vodcasts and Andrew Denton on the Enough Rope snippets, but I still crave more. Yesterday, I downloaded some "Keith and the Girl". Apparently it's funny. I'll report back on it after I've given it a listen.

Finally, many of my clothes that are piled in my wardrobe appear to have been bought from an Op-Shop. I shop regularly at the three shops around High Street, but I found the other day, after not having stepped foot in any of them for at least a month, there was a heap of new stuff in there. I ended up walking away with seven shirts and a tie for under $30. And apparently one of the shirts is from Banana Republic, a brand I recognise from Project Runway (Yes, unfortunately I watch that show), which lead me to think "Who the heck in Penrith would have been able to afford such a big designer brand?".

Oh well; mine now.



Lovemeg

Number Two: Homebake

Two blogs in one day: my commitment levels are soaring (but how long will it last?).

Now, many people have been asking me about Homebake 07. I must say, when I first saw the line-up, I wasn't totally jumping out of my skin. However, it turned out to be a fabulous day and I'm really glad I went.

First up with Bridgemary Kiss. The lead singer reminded me of that typical year 7 image when you see a midget child walking around the playground with a bag on their back that is bigger than them. Except replace the bag image with a guitar. They sounded very rough, very adolescent, very Arctic Monkeys minus the Brittish accents, very stacatto beats and pop-escent riffs. I'll have to check them out a little more on MySpace.

Then Elise and myself walked around the market stalls, looking at badges and pork pie hats. I picked up a hat which Tanya and my mum hate, but I love it. I'll probably be wearing it when I see you next.

Next was Bridezilla, and instantly, I was in love. For 16 to 18-year-olds (yes, I did my research), these five kids have more charisma and stage presence than bands that have been playing together for more than their lifetimes. Their violinist was electric, racing around the stage while still being able to play approximately a thousand notes per second; their singer sounded like a zombie but looked like an innocent girl out of an Enid Blyton novel; their saxophonist was very talented; their guitarist was rather interesting looking (not in a good way); and their drummer yelled out random things here and there. It was like these five kids had just come up with musical ideas of their own, mashed them together in an emotion-fuelled battle between instruments, and could still, somehow, pull it off. They intrigue me.

Next session saw no bands that I particularly wished to see, but we ended up in the Big Top watching Expatriate. Now, these boys obviously have some fashion issues. The lead singer walks out in a blue tight-fitted vest and skin tight jeans, looking like he was on e, baring his wide eyes at the audience. With his white eyebrows and black dyed hair, he seemed rather egocentric and scared me just a little (OK, a lot). But then the bassist strips off his jacket to reveal an overly loose singlet (I'm talking arm holes that went below his ribs) that looked as though it was made of purple and emerald green satin. Weird. And all their songs sounded the same, so we got out of there pretty fast.

We escaped to Art of Fighting. We only caught two songs, but they were rather soothing. Perhaps good background music. We had to walk past Brittish India to get to The Dome though, and that was traumatising enough. There are not many bands who are less talented than Brittish India.

We met up with a girl from the Operator Please street team and snagged our free t-shirts (because apparently I'm on the street team... Can't remember joining) before rushing to the front of the Main Stage for the band. You know, I'm not a huge fan of Tim. Everyone who I talk to is all like "Oh Tim, he's so cute", even though most would be twice his age. Ashley is OK. I like his hair; not particularly his dress sense. The "Fiddler" (as the shirtless boys behind me were yelling) was centre stage wearing this tiny dress which could almost be seen up from where I was standing (Advice to the blonde Fiddler: wear something a little longer when you're on a highly mounted stage, for my sake). Amandah was super talented as usual, still able to sing even though her fringe was eating her face. But I was able to look past all four members to Sarah. My new "celebrity" crush is for Miss Sarah Gardiner. Not only is she super cute, she is a great dancer too. Plus she got these fans up on stage. How rad is that?! And apparently, she's over 18 (according to the colour band she was wearing on her wrist) so I think I might do some searching for a personal MySpace...

Operator Please played such a wonderful set that I vowed I will try and get to as many of their gigs as possible. As we sat, resting on the lawn, screeching noises came from the Blue King Brown set. I really wanted to see them (mainly because I know all the words to their songs seeing as my father is a huge fan and the album is played almost every weekend in our household), but I couldn't put up with the technical difficulties. We moved on to catch the last of the Soft Tigers' set, another band that I was sad we missed. The lead singer seemed to only be wearing a satin bath robe. Shame we missed that one.

After making a quick dash to the toilet where I caught up with Mr Wilcox (possibly the funniest teacher on the planet), the Brunettes entrapted my attention. The Hopetoun Stage this year was displaying some really stiking talent, and I can see myself becoming a devout fan of this band. The Hopetoun has always been good to me: introducing the Basics last year, Bridezilla and Brunettes this year, and now I am old enough to go to the actual hotel (Maybe Mild Ryan will play there again one day...). "B.A.B.Y." is such a catch song; a band with a clarinet always gets me.

Unfortunately, we couldn't stay long with the Brunettes, rushing off to catch Bumblebeez. Anyone who jumps on stage with a Daft-Punk-esque visor covering their eyes and a black cape is a rockstar, and the two songs we watched were electric. However, as much as I love the album, there was no experimentation with the music live. They sounded exactly as they did on the album. Not that that's a bad thing, but I just wanted a bit of variation and excitement.

Next was Angus and Julia Stone. They are both gorgeous. If they were lost puppies, anyone who would refuse to gather them up in their arms and take them home to sit in front of the fire has a black heart and deserves to die. No one can possibly be able to avoid their puppy dog eyes. No one! Their music was beautiful and I plan to see an intimate show with them now, as I think they were stiffled by the festival atmostphere. Two thumbs up.

Josh Pyke has always been an artist I've wanted to see, and finally I was able to sing "Private Education" in front of him (compared to in the shower). He was pitch-perfect and played all the classics plus the populars from his album. Even when he wore these goofy sunnies this guy from the crowd had thrown at him, he was still charming and warm to his fans.

As most of you know, I'm in love with Sarah Blasko. But a hungry stomach and Gotye won over this pretty lass. I did get to see two songs of hers, though. She is so mesmerising; I could listen to her voice for hours. Gotye was fabulous, of course. My love for Wally certainly isn't as big as Olivia's, but it's still quite reasonable.

We decided we should go into the Big Top early as to secure a good position for Architecture in Helsinki, arriving as Cut Copy were bouncing around on stage. Last time I saw them, they were supporting Franz Ferdinand and they just had absolutely no crowd reaction. But they were just in another element on this day. There was just a lot more energy in the room, perhaps even a hint of maturity in their music. I enjoyed their set, as did the other thousand shirtless boys around us. Elise and I were rather intrigued at the fact that so many of these half-naked men who were hugging and kissing each other classify themselves as heterosexual.

Muscles had the DJ spot between acts and I was surprised at how good he actually was. I always pictured Muscles to be a fat man who sat behind a computer and technologically enhanced his voice. But no, he sang his little lungs out for minutes on end, and I still don't know where he had the energy to randomly yell out to the crowd. What was disappointing about his set, yet again, was the lack of live experimentation. It seemed to me like he just pressed a button on his keyboard and the instrumental version of his songs would begin playing. However, he was entertaining all the same.

After waiting an additional 25 minutes and feeling as though my legs were about to drop off, Architecture in Helsinki trotted on to the stage, quite tentatively though. You could see the disappointment on all of their faces that half of their equipment wasn't working, however the music they played still lived up to my expectations. Cameron Bird is a crazy man. Ruggers and a wifebeater were a dead giveaway for me, but he is seriously something every lead singer should strive for. He never doubted himself, and the band grew in confidence as the set went on. I'm glad they played "Do The Whirlwind" as it's my favourite song from the second album, but "Heart It Races" was a crowd favourite; a grand song to go out on. Even with the technical difficulties, Architecture in Helsinki was my favourite act of the day by a long mile.

It was 10pm and we sat in the middle of the Domain, hearing the Divinyls out of my right ear and PNAU out of my left ear. PNAU were strangely intriguing to me: they had the classic house bassline which I'm usually not much of a fan of, but they definately caught my attention. However, singing "I Touch Myself" along with 10,000 other people was definately a highlight. I wish I am as energetic in my old age as the Divinyls were. Absolutely amazing.

Overall, a good day was had by all. It didn't matter how overpriced the alcohol was, music shone through as the great connector of people. I hope to see y'all there next year.



Lovemeg

Number One: Welcome

Hi Guys,

I've decided to set up a blog to update you all on my happenings, especially next year when we all go our seperate ways. Whether I end up in Bathurst or at a Uni in Sydney, I still want to keep in contact with all of my friends from Penrith because you all mean a lot to me.

I've written blogs on MySpace.com and OurChart.org in the past, but I felt I needed a website to just blog and nothing else; none of this social networking crap. I'm going to attempt to write on this site as much as I can, either to ramble or to vent or to reach out...

Let's hope it works.



Lovemeg