How my perception has changed throughout the years. I'm about to do a make up Chemistry trial. And I don't particularly mind if I fail. Is that strange? It seems strange to me. I'm over the academics and I'd like to be non-intellectual for awhile without being plagued by guilt. I want to be a waitress or some other typified crappy-ass job, and spend my free time reading and dancing and thinking and watching and walking and listening and singing...

Ah to post messages and personal thoughts freely on the inconstant domain of the internet. What has our world come to? I have a perfectly good journal that it would be easily possible to write in, yet I start to gravitate towards the keyboard and the gently pulsating computer screen all the same. So. How do I feel at the moment? Surprisingly lacking fatigue considering how late it is at night, or how early it is in the morning. With time, it seems as if there is a point of no return. Once you're beyond that hour of the night, you may as well stay up the whole of it. Well my philosophy anyway. It seems to work, but one always regrets their decision the next day.

Well we are rapidly approaching trials and then the HSC and I don't feel at all ready for it. In fact, I could almost do with another six years of secondary schooling if I was given the choice. We've had some great times at PLC. Not that I say we had bad times in Primary school, but how is it possible that we were more bitchy back then when now there is a wealth of terrible vocabulary and advanced philosophy that can help us express our antagonistic emotions toward others. Sigh. Yes, I've definitely fond memories of the last years, and I hate that people tend to idealise their memories once they have to close a door on something. Why can't we remember the bad things as well? Why is it that we obsess over bad experiences when, realistically, they're not that significant anyway?

I've just realised that good memories are easier to recall. Perhaps that's a conscious thing, but. Perhaps we tend to repress what makes us cringe, and bring out what we like on top of that.

There's so much more I want to say now, but I don't know how to say it, or indeed WHAT I want to say essentially. Everything seems knotted up inside.

Currently Playing Il Divo By Il Divo see related

Oh wow. One of those "Let's commit suicide" phases.

Currently Playing Wiggle Time By Wiggles see related

- Get ready to Wiggle.

I have nothing to post. Lesley says I should introduce this by saying that "This is Lillian". But that's a bit sad I say. I think you all know who I am. Or not. Fie on you stranger. We're going to continue our conversation from Lesley's blog. So go to Lesley's blog if you want to understand any ensuing blabber.

Ok. Lesley asks if we should leave for Woolworths anytime soon. Because Lesley claims she's not really that much of a bum, despite the fact that we all know otherwise. Hmmm, Lesley says, visibly offended by the comment. Lesley is standing beside me with an elbow crocked on a shelf and two feet flat on the ground. She is wearing a shirt which is white red and blue reflecting the true Pymble spirit. Despite the fact that the shoulders are orange. Lillian thought that this was a Pymble jersey at a cursory glance but quickly checked herself at the dinner table. Curse those cursory glances.

Congratulations for reading so far in senseless babble. You may go past Go. You may collect 200 dollars.

And we will finish off with a line of Hamlet.

"A little more than kin, and less than kind."

Lesley claims that that has nothing to do with anything but Lillian insists that everything has to do with everything in accordance with Chaos theory.

Lesley says OK let's go, obviously straining at the bit to get to said snacks at Woolworths, a damning manifestation of her lazy arsedness. Or not. Lesley says we can stop insulting her now. Thanks for giving us permission to stop insulting you Lesley.

Let's check if Woolworths is open...

Good Friday	CLOSED
Easter Saturday	7.00am - 10.00pm
Easter Sunday	CLOSED
Easter Monday	7.00am - 10.00pm
Anzac Day	1.00pm - 10.00pm

Evidently Woolworths IS still open it being 8:15pm on Easter Saturday so Lesley and Lillian bid you farewell and give you good night. That was another line of Shakespeare so you can bow and worship us in our literary prowess.

P.S. Lesley says haha you just read all that but Lillian maintains that it is crucial for your health.