Mutto for President! ...er... Actually, Mutto would probably make a very good President. Perhaps - he probably also wouldn't want to.

Anyway, he's a great down-to-earth guy of real integrity, and I'm glad to say I've met him (a few times)..

Gah!! Australian Idol making him on last tonight.. But he made an excellent last, with 'hope' on his hand (and was that a MakePovertyHistory band I saw? ^_^ ) and a great version of a great Switchfoot song. I can't tell if my favourite part was him going around close to the audience and singing to Kyle or whether it was pulling the classic Mutto/Soulframe moves for the camera at the beginning.

Oh, Mutto. Please vote for him if you are willing to part with some phone credit! grr.. he'd better make it through.. grr..

So aside from my Idol!Mutto excitement, I have finished trials/yearly exams. Some I did quite badly, and while people would say I am hyperbolising when I estimate 38%, I can say - yes - I most certainly got at least below 37%! Well, we shall see when we get back the results of Ancient History (which was today - the worst exam I think I've ever done in my life). There goes my mark. I hope that exam wasn't worth as much of my final mark as I think it is.. there goes the yearly report and internal mark.. I just have to not be sick and do really well in the hsc.. Sigh..

On the other hand, I liked English Extension1, with my crime fiction story involving a suburban double murder with carving up of bodies and discoveries of eyeballs and entrails in garbage bins. Great fun. Ha ha.. The other highlights of exams were, of course, the monumental cock-up of English Paper 1, in which I had to write a speech about 'Inner Journeys', while I had fun in History quoting a historian about JFK, Schlesinger's superfluous language never ceases to amaze:

It was this combination of toughness and wit, of will, nerve and wisdom, so brilliantly controlled, so matchlessly calibrated, that dazzled the world.

Oh, Arthur, you really take it to town.

So for a week I'm relaxing and massaging my poor bruise`d hand (four hours of writing a day can be painful) while I rewatch V for Vendetta (because I love it) and have finished rereading The Half-Blood Prince (I still don't want to talk about it. *sniffle* Oh, betrayal!). I'm looking forward to getting my Complete Works of Bill Shakesy back from James; it's a post hsc-ambition to do quite a bit of reading. And writing, as I have said previously. Yay.

Toodle-do. Or 'oo'. I don't think I've ever really been informed.  ¶ 8:54 PM 0 Comments

  Sloven I've been getting into the Snow Patrol, the Damien Rice, the Al Green and The Fray. Smooth songs, good lyrics for pondering. And some classic noise.

Relaxing and delicious.

So I left the modern exam 45 minutes early because I answered everything (although probably should have written two more pages for each question).. there goes my brilliant mark. Shrug, I say, shrug!

Oh Lentil, you know you care.

Looks like the marshmallow barbie at Gregor's might be cancelled due to rain (apparently churches like rain so we'll be hitting the cushions again instead).. :(

I had chocolate and nearly ruined my dinner, and I've already had my coffees for the day.. What else can I do? Tea, t'mocha, t'chocolatte... hmm.. decaftichocolatte... Yes, yes, soon I'll start my own company.

Ha ha!

adrian says: my friends asked me if i wanted to watch a movie
The Grim Spectre of Death aka Lenny says: what movie?

adrian says: if i tell you youll laugh

Lenny says: is it.. snakes on a plane?
adrian says: would you believe me if i said no?

Lenny says: well, it made me laugh. what movie?

adrian says: snakes on a plane

..Classic stuff...

Chloe is sick of the mainstream underground. Interesting concept. Unfortunately, I don't like the mainstream and I don't know the underground music. What's the most embarrassing CD I own? That would take a while to decide.. because there are some rather embarrassing cds, but I don't mind owning them. They're fun. On the other hand... well, vice versa. I think.

Saturday is Sydney Uni open day.. I'm expecting a lot of blatant propaganda and I probably won't go there, despite it being prettier and more propaganda-y than Macquarie. Another thing to shrug about and then be distracted by thoughts of decaf.. Enough.

Where's the good crime fiction staple whem you want it? I used to complain, but it's something that studying in english has actually made more fun! Or perhaps my mother has influenced me so greatly that I do want to watch all the Law and Order and CSI variations.. ahh well, I'll be writing my own over the next few days.. see what interesting murders I can come up with. Any ideas?

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  The Fellowship of the Bling The title is not a parody - it is the name of an episode of Neighbours. Note: I didn't stay around to watch it.

It could be quite an angsty post, as I'm feeling all desperation and am beyond the point of stress. But I don't want my readers to feel bad, or feel bad for me.

So I'm going to tell you all about my new notebook.

Three dollars from Angus and Robertson, it's delightfully sleek and black on the IFC (magazine jingo, sorry).. ha.. irony: it says 'knowledge is power' in white text, I am remembering now.

Sorry - no exam angst. So anyway, this notebook is part of a wave of new notebooks for my various stories and novels.. This one is for The First Casualty, a story I hope to have finished by the end of the year. Fanfiction, FYI... And so is 'Redemption', but that's for later brooding. My mum surprised me a few weeks ago with a large blank-paged spiral notebook she got for cheap and I'm going to use that for one of my long-been-in-the-planning novels. Yes, yes, you can be one of the first to get a signed copy.. heh..

You know, I don't believe in autographs.

I've had little daydreams about meeting relatively (un)famous people, and just shaking their hands, telling them I was much gladder to meet them and no, I wouldn't like an autograph. I just don't think they have much meaning. It's a piece of paper (or expensive copy of a poster/photograph/other merchandise) with a scribbled name that is merely a memory of an experience. I'd rather have the memory itself.

Of course, my memory is ridiculous and while I can remember being told off at my third birthday party, I can't remember something that happened three years ago or even three days. Three hours, even. I can remember the last three minutes because I'm still doing the same thing.

So as I'd rather observe a person I know of from a far distance instead of talking to them or getting a hastily jotted autograph, I end up knowing a person far better than they know me when we meet. Which can often be strange, because I'll know things about them, and perhaps begin to say things - and realise that they wouldn't know how I know such things... Like it would be too personal, and I need time for them to get to know me first. Sigh. Such is the life of Lenny :P

And EXTROVERTS.. No, don't let me get started on them.. heh.. INTJ, all the way! No, these days I have a form of distant fondness for extroverts, in that I know their ways (and they don't, the unobservant creatures they often are.. silly isolated me), and it's so obvious to me the way.. Well, the way they have a need to process things out loud. Ahh, the beginning days of Formation.

So anyway.. I'm quite tired, had too much coffee to try and cope (about 4 cups, how can I resist when there's so much International Roast on the house.. and it's mine), and feeling sick and I'll be quiet now so Suchu doesn't run to pity and hug that might make her fall over and need crutches. Again.

Heh, only joking Suchu.

Wink.  ¶ 8:33 PM 1 Comments

  Identity of War

Some avatar-esque amusement for ye.

Today I purchased the wonderful V For Vendetta DVD, and it came with a special edition tin. Yay for merchandising. It was good I got it from Ezy DVD - apparently no other shop around was selling it (I had looked extensively too). I want to re-read the graphic novel now. Some stuff about Creedy and the ending with Finch... Yes, while I'm at school pretending to revise.

Trials have gone okay so far, although only two exams are done. The ones I'm most worried about would be Ancient and Modern History. Drama HSC 30% final mark performance on Monday? pfft. *wink*

Nah, I'll be fine. I've got some boots of readiness with the gospel of peace. Worrrrd.

I'm off to 'destress' a little more with some erroneous game-playing. Hope ye be faring well, humble reader.

And the word of the day: Arrrr! (Cliched piratey goodness, avast ahoy matey!)

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  Oh what a feeling - dishwasher! Do you know how delightful it feels to open a freshly churned dishwasher and have the steam rise over your fingers?

Ohhhh yes. *dreamy eyes*

Well, I'm a Cold Fish and I like warmth.

In reference (and agreement) to Jonno's post:

"I am allowed to do all thing," but all things are not good for me to do. "I am allowed to do all things," but I will not let anything make me its slave. - 1 Corinthians 6:12

Freedom aint free. You were bought by God for a price. So honour him with your body. (Drawing on 1 Corinthians 6:19,20)

I know a lot of people believe the Bible is a load of tosh and perhaps I shouldn't be quoting from it to try and support my point. However, I'm illustrating a point of view. I've had heated discussions with Brian about how faith+alcohol does not = a correct equation. He maintains that Catholics are the drinking Christians. Hm.

I don't want to destroy my body, so I don't drink. I've never been drunk in my life. And I think that the consequences of the experience aren't worth the 'fun'.

It's the same with smoking. All the smokers that I know quite well say 'just don't start. It is bad.' It's quite easy to say that smoking is wrong, because the side effects are so 'obviously bad'. Whereas drinking is just a little fun, eh?

Hm. I just don't want to put myself in that position. I, while in arguing with Brian, was saying something along the lines of 'I don't need to experience something to know it's wrong for me to do', and he was saying, 'sure', but sometimes there are lessons you need to learn. So perhaps he'll have a near-death experience near the RSL and then change his mind about getting drunk once a month. But - if you can see that you're going to end up learning a lesson - should you really have to put yourself through something terrible first?

Perhaps it's all this 'youthful ignorance'. I fear the whole 'apathetic generation' bizo. Maybe I should go into politics and set things straight. 'If I ran the world', and all that jazz. However, I am in no position to rightly judge anyone. Ahem. It seems clear from above that I'm doing more than 'discerning'. Dearie me. Let's just say that you're entitled to your opinion and I'm entitled to mine.

All you need is love. If people cared a little more, if everyone cared a little more, bad stuff wouldn't happen as much.

*

As far as Donnie Darko, Jonno - as if I haven't already got the entire collection of its beautifulness. ^_^ Ah, Life Aquatic soundtrack.. Perhaps I should see that movie.

I'm off to an early lunch and then my first exam. Should be fine. Can't wait til I can be like the luffly Sarah and trials are finished!  ¶ 10:38 AM 0 Comments

  Sad Songs and Waltzes Later that night, after she had studied and played and read, Lenny sat down and listened.


Cake's Sad Songs and Waltzes is a glorious tune. Melancholy, full with trumpet solo. Tragic, humorous, and all reality. It's the song of the night, the song of the year.

The brother has apparently heard of 'Cake', and mentions a song I have also heard of. Yet, the style is very different. However, it was an ambiguous, lucky find, so who knows. *shrugs happily*

Yes, Suchu, last year I landed you in crutches. A memory I hold perfectly. You were skipping happily, myself with a smile on my face - then BAM! (full with 60s Batman cheer). On the concrete. I maintain, half-proudly, that it was my fault. I poke my tongue out, pretending to believe it true. So there.

I often forget, when I'm talking to people, that they have no idea what I'm talking about.

For example, I started 'discussing' Harry Potter with Bob and Jess on the train to/from The Seven Stages of Grieving, and then realised that Bob has probably only read the series once, and I have no idea where Jess would be up to. I forget that some people aren't such fanatics as I. (I have never really classified HP as one of my obsessions... incorrectly so. It is a re-occurring one. Oh dear.)

It becomes problematic when arguing the finer points of fantastical life, which I can, with glee, compare with articulating with Katy what sort of alcohol Severus Snape would consume on his lonely nights. We came to the conclusion that he would drink wizarding drinks (but perhaps Firewhiskey is below him), and on the occasion red wine. None of this Snarry fic drinking game Scotch business. Ahem.

Does anyone know of any delectable piano suites? That's what I'm looking into music wise at the moment. And, frighteningly, I think my mother's influence is prodding me into classy pop.

"!" I hear you think. So do I.

Ahh, as Freddie would sing, Melancholy Blues.

I'm still looking out for Mutto on Idol (the only reason I've been watching) - looks like QLD will finally be on tomorrow night. But there was a boy from Sydney who freakily resembled Koyuki. High, boyish voice and everything. I shake my head at myself often, you know. Yes, I do live in my head.

You know who's cool? Adrian is cool. I like people who are quietly my friends. ^_^ All they need do is sit beside you. No expectations - it's mutual. Yay.

And to Kate: I mean no insult. Again, I can only expect such craziness in knowledge of myself. Who else can I expect to know about the editing of the Bicycle/Fat Bottomed Girls cover art? Not even Brian, to be sure. He's more concerned about that ballerina. Grr...

*coughs*

I'll be off now. I forgive you for having no understanding of what I'm saying. ^_^ In fact, I pity me too.

Edit: What sort of person wonders about what a fictional (noooo! don't say it!) character has to drink, anyway?

Repeat after me: We are all individuals.

We are all individuals.

I'm not!

It would have to be a 13+ version, anyway, with alcohol consumption... *thwacks self over head*  ¶ 10:09 PM 1 Comments

  I forget everything Today was a slightly more bludgy day - all the studying I did was watch/listen to some My Private Idaho extras (I'm using it as an English related text) and read some of Ben Elton's The First Casualty (World War One revision for Modern).

We had a meeting with a rep. from our publisher for the Yearbook, so things shall be moving along soon. Katy has become the Chief, I think. I'm the second-in-command - yay! ^_^

I got the INNUENDO album! And it turns out I get a 20% off next time from Borders since I'm signing up with their mailing list/propaganda.. I knew I should have bought some Wild Act manga and waited until I had another 20% off discount... However, I am thoroughly enjoying the sounds of '91, and some of the tracks are just beautiful. Queen at its 'end', with some loving songs of Freddie Mercury. Some of my favourites from my Greatest Hits too, including Innuendo itself. So I listened to the CD twice and a bit already.

Kate came in and joked about how 80s music was so fun (because it's so bad or something), and I had to correct her - early 90s, please. Yet, probably a lot of it was recorded earlier.

My legs are sore from walking to the station this morning and then becoming Igor the evil creature for our drama performance for parents tonight. Lots of fun, and if I can get a video of it, I'll put it up somewhere.

It was weird to have people watching and laughing - we haven't had a cold audience before. Admittedly, Amie laughs more than everyone, but other people laughed too. The only concern there would be that we increase the time of the performance, waiting until it's died down.. It all depends.

And we're cutting out a theatre sportsy line that Rowe imagined she heard tonight, which was originally:

Only $4738.95. Call now and you'll receive a free set of steak knives!

..So you can slit your wrists in style!

Well, we only had the price and 'call now' tonight, but we'll just replace it with another rhyme... I asked the mother what she thought our piece was about, and she came up with the same ideas that we wanted to convey, which is excellent and it means we're on track. We really only have to polish now, but I can't say too much more because some of our future year ten audience members may be reading.. *smiles*

My face is tired from crazy expressions, laughing in rehearsal at ridiculousness, and trying not to laugh during the performance... I managed to keep a straight face during one of the stupidest moments, so I'm quite proud of myself.

In a humble way, of course. ^.-

So I'm going to chill with some Civ II for an hour, have a fretful sleep, and study hard tomorrow! Hwa!

Oh dear. Exams shall not be fun. But they shall soon be over!


Faith makes us sure of what we hope for and gives us proof of what we cannot see.

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  You Could Be Happy 'The time has come', the Walrus said...

Backbench Politics

Please don't be like Timothy Daly and think that the homeless man is a politician and that there are only two characters in the entire play... *shudders*

This version (the 7th draft) is probably so close to the final version that there's no point in re-uploading if I do. I'm sorry I couldn't be bothered to make it pretty. That was the original intention.

It's funny how much shorter the script appears all H.t.amelated. Ah sigh. The hours of sweat and tears (there was never any blood).. Actually, it wasn't like that at all. The night of doing History, I was high on coffee and decided 'Hey, why I don't I finish writing my other major work! It's only 2 in the morning!' and voila - done. Well, I've had feedback from plenty of peers (anyone other than Rowe), and I'm looking to get more. In the Cottage we've set up a space for people to leave their Ext. 2 and etc. major works for anyone to read and scribble all over. Getting people to scribble all over my story and script have been really good. The more comments, the better.



You think YOU have My Space issues. While patiently trying to check out the new ragin' EP (!) video, I join the crew of time-wasters trying to survive the ethereal My Space.

Jess was telling me over the weekend how distracting the place is. Yes, distracting, to a point of pain. Alas.

With the dreaded Trials on the horizon, that act as our yearly exams and roughly 40%, I'm stressing about not stressing. I wish I had gotten stressed earlier so I studied! Freaking out, freaking out... Well, I've been focusing on major works and group performance lately, too exhausted to try and read and write. And besides, I'm not allowed to freak out - Gregor has already done all the stressing out for me.

Have you done your Census yet?

As for the lack in posting, I know plenty of people *pointed stare* who don't post in the space of a few days. But as for blogs like Restricted Heir Space - please "bring back the biff" as the Supre shirts say (or whatever it is that is said on Supre or not t-shirts). Highly humorous biff, that is.

So, frolick along with Backbench Politics and I'll pretend to work ^_^

*remembers Australian Idol Adelaide auditions* haha...  ¶ 7:44 PM 2 Comments

  I Can't Speil My Own Name So, this one time I was replying to an email, and I tried typing out 'Lynette'. It didn't work.

L-Y-E-N... No.... not lenny-lynette... That's not my name, you can't wear it out.. Anyway, *dances to Big Bear Trap*

Lenny's got herself a bright fluro kind of pink ukelele that has to be seen to be believed. Well, you can probably imagine it, but I'll put up photos soon.

School at the moment is rather drab, and I've been filled with fabricating major work logbooks and - sigh. My breaks at the moment from truanting on practise exams are: drama and writing. Drama (group) is tiring, and we've been working really hard, and Rowe likes it, having seen it today. It's a relief. The assessment is on Wednesday, we're performing it for parents and friends on Friday... We're trying to see if we can scrounge together the end of Backbench Politics as well... it may not happen. Ha, most likely not. Oh well. It would be cool to see everyone's IPs, cause it's probably the only chance.

So working on group is a nice break from all the written school work, and my other thing is writing, as I've got two stories milling in my head at the moment, but I'm launching onto the severitus one.. hmm..

Tonight we saw The Seven Stages of Grieving. A lot more of it makes sense in performance (we study it for Australian Theatre in drama), and there were some things I got, such as the melting ice throughout the entire play metaphor that weren't actually in this production.

It was pretty powerful, and some of my favourite parts (yes, I'm going to ruin it for you), were when The Woman said "We're black and we're here." Adding something like 'that's how it'll be forever'. Also, the 'sorry in the sky' for the Bridge walk, and the deep conviction she had when talking about "Reconciliation isn't something you read or write. It's something you do."

So true.

As it was openin' night, there were lots of celebs all around. My fellow drama-ohs were all excited and giggling, whereas I just wanted to hide. We saw a lot of actors from Capricornia (the actress for Seven Stages was in that), Deborah Mailman was there, we got introduced to a famous Shakespearian trained Indigenous performer after the show, and there was one woman who was more than suspiciously similar to .. well, someone on Big Brother. Casey and DJ knew who it was. And, after the show, I saw her up close (exactly as I saw her on Rove). So, anyway, people exist. And known persons are just people too. And I feel all awkward about giggling and talking and trying to guess if and where they really are you who think they are. When Rowe was saying we have to meet this man ... I didn't want to. I mean, he has his own life, and unless in 20 years we're famous and could say 'meeting him was my inspiration', it doesn't really do anything. Rowe was saying 'what a real honour' after, and I suppose that's true. But I'd hate it if I met Someone Famous and got all super giggly or tried to be cool or *shudders*. So, I just let them be, and in my naturally anti-social self, just retreat, happy to watch silently from the sidelines.

More interesting tonight was one of the ushers. He was so Harry.

Another pet hate? The 'nice' 'polite' voices people put on. You know, your voice pitch increases a few tones - your telephone voice, the voice of Pizza Hut Call Centre people, the voice you put on at Target and then screamed to yourself after... Yes, it's only when you notice it in yourself.

Got to go.  ¶ 11:02 PM 0 Comments

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