Dites Bonjour!

low_drizzle @ 2009-10-26T00:41:00

2009-10-25T13:41:58Z

Sigh.

low_drizzle @ 2009-09-17T14:36:00

2009-09-17T04:38:22Z

The beats. In my head. Get louder, louder. The throbbing. In my head. Gets stonger. Stronger. There's screaming in my head. In my head. In my head.

A taunting of ravens to you, sir

2009-09-09T18:49:24Z

Huh! Haven't updated this in months. Well, its 4.33 am, I'm supposed to be studying, so clearly...LJ time!
I've been reading my previous entries and they make me sound like I'm some kind of french-obsessed journalism-hating lesbian.I can't help it that french is, on most days, awesome (though, god, there are a few of retards in my class that make me want to kill myself. SHUT THE FUCK UP BLONDIE. NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU THINK. SHUT UP. And I'm still gobsmacked at the whole 'Yeh Australia is all sunshine lolipops and rainbows!' sentiment held by Toorak/Prahran/South Yarra contingent. Of course you've never been discriminted against you white upper class mongrels). And I can't help that Alanis is still amazing. I want to drown in her songs. They hit me deep, man (I am such a 90's wanker).
I've reconsidered the whole Journalism issue. I think I do want to be a journalist after all. For one thing, I've got the investigative journalism *coughstalkertendenciescough* down pat. Also, my International jrn tutor says I'd be pretty damn good at it. I'm not sure I believe her, but I think I'd be cheating myself if I didn't at least give it a shot. I really like the idea of being an international journalist actually. Sri Lanka, Afganistan, East Timor, here I come. Besides, my love of teaching is starting to wane. This is mostly due to my bloody, bloody students who drive me up the wall. For gods sake, I'm here to teach you, not write your damned essays for you. But I can always revert back to it if my grand plan of reporting international issues fails.
My birthday in three days. Twenty years old. Jeez I'm getting old. I wonder what the ciggarette laws are in France? Do I have to be twenty one to buy them? Can I smoke anywhere?
Sigh.
France, baby, come December, we're gunna get wild.

low_drizzle @ 2009-06-22T14:10:00

2009-06-22T04:11:17Z

I'm starting to become a little bit obsessed with french. Is in my head, man.

low_drizzle @ 2009-05-13T15:25:00

2009-05-13T05:25:40Z

update-TED.

low_drizzle @ 2009-04-06T10:17:00

2009-04-06T00:19:43Z

Don't ever, ever study English Theory and Critism. It is a stupid mind fuck that will radically alter your perception of the world, and not in a good way. Fucking Plato! Why is it we have to study the ideas of a man who's been dead for a few thousand years who talked in riddles? Bah! and Bah again!

low_drizzle @ 2009-04-01T10:21:00

2009-03-31T23:22:26Z

I think I'm a bit over livejournal now. or is it that I have outgrown it? Or simply dont have time to blog?
I don't know.
Hopefully, if all goes well, this time next year i'll be studying in france.

low_drizzle @ 2009-03-09T11:37:00

2009-03-09T00:38:14Z

I really, really hate being constantly busy. I can actually feel my life force draining away.

"My president is Kwan Yin, my laws are all of attraction..."

2009-02-10T12:47:36Z

God knows I love Alanis, but honestly, if the world was hers to shape, I'd run.

In other news, being jobless sucks, but not as much as having a job you don't want. I just want uni to start already so I can get on with my life plan :(

Also - Dear James Patterson, the final book in the Maximum Ride series was a slap in the face of your readership. You fail, James. You fail. Sincerely, Me.

C'est tout.

Eyh-ho! Cue the Bollywood music

2009-01-22T01:48:14Z

So.
Friggen.
Hot.

I want to watch Slumdog Millionare again.

Must. Write. Stupid. French. Essay.

2008-12-22T02:25:37Z

It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I say
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better
Shut up and sing or my life will be over....

I'm discovering a newfound love for the Dixie Chicks atm.

Also, the next time anyone hears me say something stupid like "I love French", I want you to hit me over the head with a baseball bat.

Stupid bloody french.

Thoughts

2008-12-13T09:46:08Z

- I don't get romance. It's a bit over my head.

- I'm starting to have second thoughts about the point of life again. Like, I do all this volunteer crap, not for the betterment of mankind but for my resume, so I can get a good job, then stay in that job till I die. Whats the use?

- I keep messing my degree around like a dog with a stuffed toy. Shred, shred, god knows if it can be sown back together.

- Just changed my degree, and to top it off, just enrolled in an undergraduate diploma. I'm gunna be in uni till I'm ninety.

- Unless I get that job till death thing first.

- I NEED A PUCKING JOB.

- Apparently putting a 'P' in front of swear words turns them into nice words.

There was more but now I forget.

Well I'm not a celebrity, but get me out of here anyway

2008-12-01T23:30:15Z

Blergle.
There are no words.

cant
wait
to
get
back
and
stop
the
craziness

low_drizzle @ 2008-11-27T15:01:00

2008-11-27T04:00:38Z

I am so fucking angry at the asseholes of the world.

low_drizzle @ 2008-11-25T16:47:00

2008-11-25T05:48:47Z

I.
Am so sick.
Of talking french.
ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

It hurts my head.

Results on Friday.
Back next Thursday.

I will most likely go straight to chez Tasha after I've unpacked so you all better get off your asses and come say hello to me.

Booooooooooonjoouurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr from New Caledonia!

2008-11-20T23:26:03Z

Hello everyone!

Haven’t had much of a chance to update because the comp I’m currently using is at the uni where we only get a half hour break in the middle of a four hour class. Fun Fun. Actually, to be perfectly honest, it is fun, because I’m in the beginner class and for once I’m the smart one! Tres awesome.

Its bloody hot here. I keep going on and on about it but it really is. I’m thirsty all the time. Yay for adequate hydration.

Met my host family a couple of nights ago. They’re nice and under different circumstances I think we could have been friends. There’s the mother, Donzillia who broke her leg before I got there and has been hobbling around without crutches despite the fact that she looks like a retard doing it (she does have crutches; I just don’t know why she doesn’t use them). Two daughters, Clara 19 and Audrey 18, and a son, Tibou. I think that’s how its spelt. I’ve been given his room, poor thing. It a nice room, lots of space and a bookshelf full of Asterix comics (I love Asterix) but the bed creaks horribly. Like, I can’t blink an eyelash without hearing a very loud “ SCCCCCCCCCCCCRRREEEEEEECHHHHHCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK”. Yeh not fun for me, that.

Haven’t been bitten by a disease-riddled mosquito yet which is good.

Haven’t taken a lot of photos yet (relatively speaking) and what I have is mostly scenery. Its very beautiful here but it just doesn’t have the same effect in a photo.

Sigh. Must run now, Jean-Pierre calls. Time for class.

low_drizzle @ 2008-11-15T14:12:00

2008-11-15T03:16:45Z

3 more days, and I haven't packed yet.
Did buy me a camera though, which is nice
also a nano, which is somewhat crappier than i thought it'd be.
Homestay details:

CASTRO FARIA Donzilia

58B Lot la Palmeraie Pont des francais Mt Dore

Mlle

Tel: HOUSE43-11-65 GSM:79 55 88

Thanks for your suggestions, but not quite what i had in mind...allow me to clarify

2008-11-08T08:03:33Z

It needs to be only one number - I need one lyric for 7, one for 5, one for 4, one for 3, one for 2, one for 1.
Like so:

10 days, without you in my reach, and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep

9 in the afternoon, your eyes are the size of the moon

8 easy steps, a course of a lifetime you'll never forget

7 things I hate about you; you're vain, your games, you're insecure

6 o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream, I was kissin' Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream

5 years from now, will you recognize my face in a crowd/ 5 was a shiver in the winter

4 for the times you've been faking, all rise

3 is a magic number, somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity, you'll get three/ 3 blind mice, three blind mice, they all ran after the farmer's wife.

2 weeks away, from reality, feel like a fly caught in honey.

low_drizzle @ 2008-11-08T12:26:00

2008-11-08T01:28:12Z

Does anybody know any lyrics with the word seven, or five, or four, or three, or two, or one in it?

eg: 9 in the afternoon, your eyes are the size of the moon

8 easy steps, a course of a lifetime you'll never forget

...you get the idea.

Help! I need some serious advice.

2008-11-04T03:03:47Z

Well, not very serious, but...

Ok: So I can't decide what english unit to take for next semester. Here are the options I've cut it down to:

- Textual Theories and Practice: an Introduction

- Introduction to fiction writing

The first one sounds really dry and agonizingly hard, and the assesment isn't exactly playtime, but it will really help my english skills.
The second one sounds so much easier, fun even, and the assesment is a peice of cake, but it has nil educational value.

Help?

low_drizzle @ 2008-11-04T12:36:00

2008-11-04T01:37:15Z

"You are glasses."

What an excellent line.

Don't give away the goods too soon is what she might have told me

2008-11-04T00:44:40Z

Marlene watches from the wall
her mocking smile says it all
as she records the rise and fall
of every solider passing.

That and a Bratz song (yes, as in the dolls) have been stuck in my head on repeat for two days. And i don't even like the Bratz.

It feels soooo goooood
Dancing on the air
It feels sooo gooooood
Nothing can compare
Cause the beat in our hearts
Is the beat of the charts
Like a spotlight, we're shining through
It feels soooo gooood...
Shining here in front of you.

Nice beat to it though.

I feel sick. Thats what I get for drinking a too-sweet hot choc on an empty stomach.
Does stomach have an 'e' at the end?
I'm supposed to be studying for my french exams on Thurs and Fri respectively but I feel too sick and heads full of cotton. Cotton, cotton.
I forgot that today is a public holiday and that STA Travel wouldn't be open now I have to wait an extra day to buy travel insurance. They're cheaper than the RACV, bloody RACV.
Zoh my god my head hurts so much.
I think I'm going to go lie down now.
Or possibly vomit.

And yes, they're in shock, they are panicked, you and your chronic, them and their drama...

2008-10-28T00:34:08Z

I am furious. Monash admin - you FAIL. You know how long I've put off applying for a course transfer because I didn't have a copy of my ENTER papers? Fifteen dollars and many phone calls later, I get the damn paper only to be told that I DONT NEED ONE TO APPLY EVEN THOUGH IT CLEARLY STATES ON THE COURSE TRANSFER FORM THAT I DO. Damn it all to hell. If I don't get the tranfer because of insufficient whatever you call it, I will scream.

You devastate me, you know that? You absolutely devastate me.

2008-10-25T12:51:06Z

I'm losing my marbles, honestly. At least that's what I think anyway. I can't tell. Isn't that a sign? I must be losing it if I can't tell I'm losing it, right? Does a tree falling in a forest make sound? If a man is standing in the forest and he says something and there is not a woman there to hear him, is he still wrong? Life's little mysteries. I blame the heat, the heat and the fact I'm being driven straight up crazy street. But I have Jewel and Alanis to keep me sane, kind of, so that's saying something. Or nothing. I really couldn't say at this point.

low_drizzle @ 2008-10-21T20:44:00

2008-10-21T09:48:09Z

My purse has been stolen. Maybe not stolen, maybe I left it with someone, maybe I left it on the train, or maybe not, since I never took it out of my bag. Curse the fucking assehole that did it. Was it worth it? For ten dollars, was it worth it? My drivers liscence, my health care card, most importantly, my monash id, for ten dollars and an anz bankcard to an account with 18 cents in it?
Fucking rot in hell whoever did it. I hope you fucking burn.
I've had that purse since i was 14. My first ever purse, a gift from my mother. I'll never find a purse like it, what with all the new disgusting style purses out. My library cards, my medicare, my blood donar card. All fucking gone.