yesterday's wishes :)

HAI GUYS.

Look at everything around you, because, when we hit 2011 (no, the world is not going to end, nor are computers going to eat people) EVERYTHING WILL BE IN A NEW YEAR !! Cool or not? Not? Okay ...

Well, in the household where I sit now, there seems to be a feast being prepared and shopping lists written and DON'T TOUCH THAT 's being yelled.

I'm going to join in as soon as I have 600gm of butter and 500gm of chocolate and lots of cream! I'm making Sticky Date Pudding and Dayle's Chocolate Cake tomorrow (putting that recipe book to good use, DT :D)

OHH the eating oh the macarons? Don't eat as many as I did ... one or two, but not like 7 ...

I totally stole this pudding off the internet ... it looks rather disapointing now ...

Oh my god, I wrote this yesterday and didn't post it! I'm a silly billy!

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I named my male-Jace-like main character Robin ... as in the bird :S

{^ and that is why you are never, ever going to lay eyes on my fantasy!}

Well, it has been three days since I last blogged and I have no idea why, but that seems ages ago. Possibly because I’ve filled my days with photographing silly things and doing nothing but read and write.

I read The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones (SO much better than it sounds!) in about 5 hours. That’s amazing! A massive, big, thick fantasy IN THAT TIME?? I mean, over two days and late into the night, BUT WHATEVER.

"Goats," said Maxwell Hyde, "are a special case. Mad as hatters, all of them."

I’ve been writing slowly. A seriously voiced fantasy, so DWJ’s book was good inspiration. Kinda serious, but funny, too. And that book with the flying lynxes, but I can’t remember the name of it … I’ve also been writing Megan a mammoth email! Megan, who intrduced me to Jinja Safari, which sounds like a great-fun band.

And a story about the four weirdest people in the world sharing a house. Want to see??

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Cat was sitting on a boringly green park bench in the rain, sucking on a bottle of expensive wine her mother ahd left her last time she came over for dinner (it had been a rather failed evening of sandwiches). Cat thought the only problem with the whole scene was the fact you could see the expensive label and there was no paper bag. She’d always liked and entertained the idea of being an alcoholic street bum, but she was from a rich family and thought it unfair to normal street bums that her mother dressed her in names. Also, she’d never really been drunk enough to be an alcoholic street bum, nor was she alcoholic.

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Dan was walking down that exactly the same street, but was so huddled under his cheap umbrella and thoughts that he didn’t notice the well dressed girl sitting out in the rain. Which was probably a good thing, because Dan came to hate that habit of Cat’s.

Dan, the poor boy, was doing what he normally did. That is, navigate the crowded forest of characters that always strolled into his head. He’d decided to take a break from the pillow case, type writer and empty and lonely house to clear his mind. But all that he’d got was water dripping down his neck.

--

Jacques or Jack was far away from that street in the rain. He was, in fact, sitting at the most awkward birthday party he’d ever had, which was, amazingly, involving both his parents. His English father and French mother and both their spouses and various children of theirs that had popped up when Jacques or Jack wasn’t looking.

He had no idea why he couldn’t be from a normal family that bought you alcohol for your 18th.

--

Naomi was, as usual, sitting in some dazed cloud of shock. She was seated in an airport that looked relatively familiar and had this itching feeling in her stomach that something important was about to happen. Most of the time, though, that feeling got mixed up with being hungry. So she stood up, organised her coins and found some that looked the right shape, and bought some chocolate that looked like it might be from the country she was born in from a vending machine.

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‘Caterina?’ Her mother said as though she was intruding on a bedroom. Awkwardly. Cat looked up from attempting to read her tea leaves.

‘Yes?’ The tea leaves looked like a wobbly flower. What on earth did that mean?

‘I ...have no idea how to broach this subject,’ her mother seemed to falter for the first time in her socialite life.

‘Don’t worry, mother, I already know about the bird’s and the bee’s,’ Cat offered, not really concentrating on the conversation. She poked her tea leaves with her spoon. It could be a sun. Did that mean wear a hat or you will experience happiness?

‘Oh. Well, no, it’s not that. You know how you insisted on moving out once you turned 18?’

‘Yes,’ Cat liked her cheap, boring house because it was much more quiet than her mother’s house. Her mother, after all, enjoyed throwing parties.

‘Well … I know that it’s a good idea for you to be apart - I swear I see more of you now - and I’m fine to keep paying the rent, but the house you’re living in is going to be sold,’ Cat’s mother twisted at her cloth napkin, biting her perfectly painted lips. Cat just blinked and picked up her mother’s abandoned tea cup.

‘I guess I’ll find another house, then,’ Cat said, staring intently at the cup adn twisting it this way and that. ‘And mother, I think you should wear pants tomorrow,’ the cup sort of looked like a windswept tree. Maybe. There always seemed to be a maybe hanging around Cat’s tea leaf readings and that made her frown.

‘Okay,’

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Dan swung back over the side of the bed and rested his hands on the splintery wooden floor that seemed above him in a nice, calming way.

And there it was.

That pillowcase. Why? Why on earth is it that the neatest, cleanest, smoothest flowing writing of his mustn’t be shown to the world? When did that come into play? What’s the reason? …...... Well, he knows, of course he knows, one can hardly forget your only parent chucking you and pieces of paper and clothing outside in the middle of winter, but then again, he was always never quite full of food, and he was sure if he allowed himself to just open …..... No, the mere thought of that was upsetting and make him feel ill and all prickly.

No. The day when he decided to open that stuffed pillowcase to the world was not today. He rolled back over and shuffled across the bed, staring at the cracked ceiling on the house that he had called home for the last 4 years.

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I mean, of course it’ll be continued....... I’ve just started on Jacques or Jack’s next bit. Well, typing it all up. xD I have A LOT more hand written. I’m so bad like that.

You’re not going to see my fantasy because it is SO BAD. I’m much prouder of this story. I think the way it ….. flows is …. making me prouder, although it’s harder to write! I’m going for a motherly tone with these four. I do think they need it.

Today I watched as the sensitive and delicate cooking of macarons and didn’t dare do anything, such as stand in front of the clock.





Turned out pretty flash :)



Then I took pictures of a …. glass.



And through the key hole into my room. Look closely and some aforementioned people may recognize it ;P

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Merry Chistmas! Joyeux Noël!

Basically everything in the North is red brick.
I like it!

I a currently owning and in love with these cool blue-diamon-shaped tights which you can't really see all that well.
They make me feel like a jester.
I love them.

I'm wearing my purple mini in this!
I just had to wear a mini skirt in snow-weather.
Couldn't resist.
Although I am wearing two pairs of tights.

SPARKLY SNOW!!!


Frog legs taste like a really dry chicken-fish cross.
They also have really small bones.


It's so pwetty!


It has GOLD BITS LOOK.


There is cobble stones and curly houses.
CURLY HOUSES.
Like Mr Curly (see bottom of the page).
CURLY HOUSES!!!
CURLY FREAKING HOUSES!

Freckles for Mum and Penny ... Like my cute felt hat?? <3

OKAY AUSTRALIA, when are we going to get more of these things?? They're so coooool!!!




Looky, my biscuit is French!

<3

SO

I had a very merry christmas in the North. Cool? Yah.
People's hearts are abouuuuttt 700 miles² big.
I ate a lot of food, too.
They feed you a lot.

That's an understatement.

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:)

xx

Every Person is a Door to a Different World

Just a PostSecret !! Change as sudden as this to one's self is very scary, let me tell you.

I had an absolute ball in the north and shall write about it SOON, promise. Until the, good night, good luck and I love you.

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Joyeux Noël, loves

In celebration of the fact Christmas / Noël is upon us in two days, here’s some Christmas-sy, home sickening music!

Paul Kelly - How to Make Gravy



:’( PAUL KELLY! This brings tears to my eyes.

This is a totally brillant interview with Paul Kelly. Well, it's not brillant, but it could have been and the content COULD have been better organised, but whatever, it tells us a lot!

The Pouges - Fairytale of New York


(that guy has a serious lack of teeth.)

And here’s the Aussie cover / version!!

Clare Bowditch and Tex Perkins singing Fairytale of New York for the Rockwiz Christmas special of 2007.



(I love Clare Bowditch! Her first name is my middle name!! :D Plus, she’s almost as tall as Tex Perkins and that’s quite an achievement in itself!) (Ohh, and a soprano sax!)

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I’m off the The North (THE North. Very North. The tip of France.) tomorrow to spend Noël with my host family’s family. Ahh big groups of people!! :) Should be fun!

Merry Christmas and I hope you have a very happy New Year!

I love you!

xx

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The Owls are Not What They Seem ...

Well! Here I am, doing stuff like looking through random Tumblrs and Anglais homework (reading ALL ABOUT Some Like It Hot !!)

Tulle floaty circus dress





The Black Swan
(I'm still really scared of dooplegängers)


Retro sleep over?
Always dreaming
ESH
Horrible book!

I'm reading (have I said this?) Dreams From my Father by Barack Obama, which, I must say, is very good. I love the way he writes! Ohhh he should do a fantasy next! (If the presidant of the United States could drag himself away from budgets for a while) ... That'd be really entertaining!

I do sometimes feel like I'm struggling a bit, but then again, it IS a memoir and only really interesting and fun ones like A Man's Got to Have a Hobby: Long Summers with My Dad

by William McInnes (I read that book with his voice in my head ... Can't say the same about Mr Obama, his voice isn't all that comforting or easy-going).

I am tired now, so I shall go and continue reading the memoir of the Presidant of the United States ... And Harry Potter! Ahh, one day I shall read that to my children.

And then their children.

xx I love you! Have so much fun!!

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This picture is from here :O


Wellsums. It’s raining. And it’s going to keep raining for a longlong time (aka the rest of today and tomorrow). And currently, it’s Flooding. Big time. Bigger than last time.

VERYVERY SAD IT’S NOT SNOWING.

The weather, loves!

Aujourd'hui-Today:
5°C - 7°C
Raaaaiiiinnnn

Demain-Tomorrow:
3°C - 5°C
And more rain!

Jeudi-Thursday:
1°C - 3°C
Sunniness!

Vendredi-Friday:
0°C - 3°C
Sun.

Samedi-Saturday (AKA CHRISTAMS-FREAKING-DAY -- NOËLNOËLNOËL) :
-5°C - 0°C
More sun.

Dimanche-Sunday
-6°C - 3°C
Suunnn

Lundi-Monday
0°C - 8°C
RAIN (again)

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Okay, that was BEFORE and now it’s AFTER.

I just went and saw The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (in French... duuhh) and I ahve to say, well, the pictures were good. I do like what they were wearing (loose pants and shirts and tight, thick belts and high boots. Very cool!).

And then we went Chirstmas (Noël!!! Ë!! DOTS!!) shopping in Tours, like one does, and I bought Christmas presents. And now I’m really tired.

I took blurry pictures.




That I then tried to save of Picnik, but there we have it, it might not have worked!

And yeah, I know Mum wants more of ME, but just NO when walking down a street at twilight (lordy, I can’t even say an innocent word without thinking of the ‘teenage penomenon’) with several bags hanging off my person.

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Triple J's Hottest 100 of 2010

TheHottest 100 is upon us again!

What to vote for?? Laura Marling’s 2010 alubum, I Speak Because I Can was possibly the best thing I heard all year. POSSIBLY. Very close to, though.



Gypsy & the Cat are totally amazing, but still not sure they’d make the top 10. PLEASE DON’T EAT ME.



I adore this cuteness by Darren Hanlon.



This song just gets in because the video clip is cool and honest. Again, please don’t eat me!



BUT THIS IS SO HARD!

You guys have it easy -- most of you have had Triple J close at hand. Me? I’ve occasionally been streaming the graveyard hours. It’s hard. I have music from up to August, but now it’s just the same, on repeat.

I’m going by what random people from in and around Triple J are voting for.

This is hard.

I have a feeling I’m not actually going to vote, but stream the results and DISCOVER NEW MUSIC … from the Hottest 100?? That’s new.


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Capture life (then sleep)

I promise that I will upload my pictures of … earrings, a sunset, pretty birds that eat on my window sill and icy things that were once puddles tomorrow.

Now, my day.

I watched Love Actually in Anglais (and that rhymes) and yeah, it just reminded me of how much I LOVE that movie! How can one not? IT’S SO FREAKING CUTE AND BRITISH. Those are my reasoning's. Expert, right?

Let us just celebrate the awesomeness of British love films (that involve Hugh Grant ?? HE’S 50 YEARS OLD I CAN’T STILL BE CRUSHING ON HIM).









Awesome.

I did not dissect frogs, but my class mates had a test in SVT (poor dears) and I played a card game that is kind of like President / Slave that I play with my Swedish mates. BUT IT WAS IN FRENCH. Boo-yah.

sleep now, I have SKYPETIME with mumanddadandjohnno tomorrow.

But first!


Some Zits Comics that should be celebrated that where the first ones for me to get my dirty mitts on:

Duh
Wuthering Heights, the way it should be done
Classic teen boy (slightly more that usual!)
The point, dears?
1) We have a dog?
2) She so did
3) Maybe it is time
4) Is that me??

I feel lost without you, internet

I wrote this yesterday.

As you BRILLANT people may have noticed, yes, I have the internet back.

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(Please note I am writing this in a w o r d d o c u m e n t ... Yes, they still exist! And no, nothing beats Google Docs for awesomeness, the fact I am SO FREAKING ORGANISED on it (my blog posts are DATED) and the fact that other peeps can see what I'm writing if I so wish.

Reason WHY I'm writing this in technology already forgotten (kinda):

The Internet is stuffing up and I can't even Google what it's saying! Which is:

Serveur introuvable

Firefox ne peut trouver le serveur à l'adresse www.google.com.

* Veuillez vérifier la syntaxe de l'adresse

(saisie de ww.exemple.com au lieu de

www.exemple.com par exemple) ;

* Si vous n'arrivez à naviguer sur aucun site, vérifiez la connexion

au réseau de votre ordinateur ;

* Si votre ordinateur ou votre réseau est protégé par un pare-feu ou un proxy,

assurez-vous que Firefox a l'autorisation d'accéder au Web.

:'(

Gah, no Internet! I miss you, baby!)

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Now! Onwards into a Noël Tree (Please note the dots ... The only reason Christmas has been replaced by Noël! Yays all round for DOTS!!)

(Internet is still not working ... )

I'm not even sure if I've blogged these pictures. I find them in the depths of my USB and I think 'Wow, that WAS a long time ago' and then wander off to look at other things and think other things, but now there's no Internet, well, I had to do SOMETHING whilst it repairs itself (REPAIR REPAIR REPAIR). So I looked and, well, they're not GOOD - good, but one always thinks that about past endeavors. My first Picnik experience included. (Lights are flashing ... Is that a positive sign that the Internet is okay again??).

And, you know, while I can't even upload my pictures (*POINTED LOOK* at the wireless) I managed not to use the word 'good' three times in three sentences.

Good.

Whoops.

Still no Internet.

Sadly, no snow for a while.

BUT (this is OMG worthy) HOLIDAYS START TOMORROW YAY YAY YAY YAY !!

I would take a picture of the bags under my eyes, but it's REALLY LATE (this time *POINTED LOOK* at myself) and I should sleep.

Wish me luck for my 6am start tomorrow. Luckily I FINISH AT 4PM so I am cool. And get home before the sun sets (at around 4.45pm at the moment, but it's getting shorter!!).

OH and I dissected a frog today. Well, more like F did, I looked away at the cutting parts and tried not to vomit. But I kinda got in to it. Kinda. Then I smelled like FROG for the next two periods (Physics et Chemie) where we also did an experiment. Which was exciting even though I haven't quite worked out what we were actually making! Nothing exploded ... *sad face*. Finished at SIX PM which makes me a total gun. From the time I wake up to the time school finishes is TWELVE hours. WOW OH WOW.

Bed now.

I do love how this is more my diary now!

I believe the writing is ACTUALLY mine.


Both of these. The one above is a photo taken BY me from Rosie, Chas, Juliet and Fitzy (it's a working title, okay!!), one of my future books. And don't think this isn't happening! I've almost finished two exercice books and several pens. FYI

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OH LOOK links! These are Currently-Just-Now ones!
eyes on a wall
Home to me
the floral print is it
One day I'LL have a skirt like that

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