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Just had to put a sober journal up.

Cheers,

Lil ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/9269814/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/9269814/ Tue, 04 Jul 2006 10:33:13 PDT
Since my last entry, I have moved to Melbourne, turned 19, and discovered the wonderful world of drinking. In fact, that's where I've just come from... the pub. Yep yep... not an alcoholic, but who needs to be when you're a lightweight?

My latest fad, has been hug crusades. The first one, I got thirty-four hugs. Tonight, I got fifty. That included all the bar staff, the DJ, and both the bouncers.

Speaking of bouncers, I managed to get half a packet of shapes off one! How cool is that! He was eating them, and they looked yum, so I asked if I could have one... he gave them all to me! I think he's my favourite bouncer. I've hugged him twice.

Also, I got two requests tonight at the pub. The first one, I got after I hugged the DJ, the second one, he was trying to find out what song we wanted to hear, and I yelled the loudest. It's all about Holy Grail man... Hunters and Collectors FOREVER!

It's weird, that tonight, all the new people I met were from my hometown. Soooo strange. There's a new girl in F Block who's from there... and there were two guys that were also from there. We were like, YEAH! COUNTRY KIDS TOGETHER MAN!

Chuckie hooked up with an Indian guy called Harry. I hugged everyone, but didn't pick up. Lachy isn't answering his phone, he didn't go out. He's probably sleeping. I wonder if he feels like I do! Hahhahaa. Will try again. My aim is to wake him up.

Okay. He answered.

So, he's at uni games. In Ballarat. Playing baseball.. they haven't won a game yet. I told him to win a game for me, but he said he'd rather win it for himself. I worry about that guy, and he thinks I'm a child. Apparently my hug crusades are childish and stupid... I tell you, what is more stupid? Me, who enjoys the simple things such as the way the sun reflects off a building, or him... who finds these sorts of things stupid? He needs a hug big time. Its sad to see someone who can't appreciate the little things in life. He's looking for something deep and profound... and he ain't gunna find it.

By the way, I spent all night tonight trying to steal Doobie's hat. I got it about three or four times, but he kept stealing it back when I wasn't paying attention. Damn him! I WANT THAT HAT! Chuckie and the guy who was buying me drinks stole it for me... cause Doobie doesn't trust me around his hat any more. I tried the sad eyes.. but they don't work. Cause well, I was never much good at giving them anyway.

Anyway... that's tonight. I hope Lachy's team does win a game... at least one. It'll be for me, damnit. I don't care what he says. And, I hope he smiles when they do. He really doesn't smile enough, I think.

Cheers,

Mousie ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6870842/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6870842/ Wed, 26 Oct 2005 06:44:54 PDT
Tagged by ~StormFox ... Thanks, hunny. >_<

Ten Things I Like:

1. Cocktails. Amazing, but Bruce at the GV does awesome cocktails.
2. Cake. Specially that Pecan/Coffee one!
3. Trivia Night. It just rocks.
4. English. English SAC's, English Exams, English Classes... scary, but true.
5. Elton John. Again, scary but true.
6. Louis, my beloved laptop.
7. Playing Poker with my dear little year elevens. *hugs The Nerds*
8. Jelly. To the point where I have drunk liquid jelly from a bottle.
9. Pictures of Mountains, Powerlines and Water... oh, and Clouds!
10. The Internet. <3 <3 <3

Three Things That Make Me Happy:

1. Being with my friends.
2. Sugar. (Seriously. I can get drunk off the stuff!)
3. Writing, Music and Writing Music.

Three Things That Anger Me:

1. Stupid questions!
2. People lying to my face.
3. People touching me when I do not wish to be touched!

Ten Things I Hate:

1. Stupid Questions.
2. Information Processing & Management Theory.
3. Music Theory.
4. Music Aural tasks.
5. Sight-reading (In Music)
6. Maths, maths and more maths.
7. UltraKey. Anyone who has used that program is damn lucky to be living!
8. Apple/Macintosh.
9. Coles Myer.
10. TELSTRA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Three Facts About My Name:

1. I hate my first name.
2. My middle name is a month, and hardly top-secret.
3. I'd prefer everyone just called me Lil, or Mousie.. okay?

Five Facts About Myself:

1. This is the first year I've seriously done badly in Maths.
2. I'm a size smaller than the clothes I wear.
3. I couldn't read music til nearly year eight.
4. My pen-license was revoked twice in grade four for illegible handwriting.
5. In my entire highschool career, I was never once sent out of the room.

Two Things I Expect (At least for Now):

1. That I will freak out before the English exam on Friday.
2. iTunes will play 'Beautiful Day' by U2 for me, just to upset me.

Four Random Thoughts:

1. I really should get to bed...
2. Ethel The Aardvark Goes Quantity Surveying. (Monty Python. Go figure.)
3. Is it possible to learn a years worth of maths in less than two weeks?
4. Man I should get some sleep.

Song I'm Listening To:
Rhythm Of Life, as played by Senior Concert Band... Arr: Ed. Wilson

Time: 11.38pm, Australian Eastern Standard Time [Brisbane, Sydney & Melbourne. Not Hobart, they're already on AEDST]

Ten Random Facts:

1. One of our cats has no name. Strange, eh?
2. Our first cat was called "Kick". Dad's idea. Kick, The Cat.
3. When asked for the meaning of WYSIWYG in Trivia tonight, our team wrote "Why you stupid ignorant woman, you're gay!".
4. We didn't actually know the original name of Alice Springs was Stuart.
5. The diameter of a CD is 12cm.
6. Therefore, it's radius is 6cm.
7. The only two Australian capital cities to be running trams, are Melbourne and Adelaide. Sydney's are classed as "Light Rail".
8. Noode Face was supposed to be Noodle Face... except Katie can't spell.
9. My last mark in English was 20/30. My last mark in Maths was 9/50. Go figure.
10. I have a psychology exam next Thursday. Among others.

And now, I must tag other people! YAY!

Okay, I taggies... ~taitacakes, =Dark-Tannie, ~beccs, ~gemella and ~CatalystOfFire. YAY! ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6812019/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6812019/ Wed, 19 Oct 2005 17:37:41 PDT
1. I am 166cm tall. Or short. Bite me.
2. My middle name is also a month. Damned if I'm telling you which one!
3. My shoe size ranges between size 6, and 8 and a half.
4. I absolutely HATE the colour orange.
5. The three primary schools I went to all had uniform colours on the Australian flag. (Which does not have a red leaf on it, Catalyst).
6. I'm currently in music, and trying not to cry today.
7. I have a nasty habit of pairing turquoise socks with pink jumpers. (And yes, you can see my socks.)
8. Brodie likes AC/DC. So do I!
9. I also like Alice Cooper.. get over it!
10. Although I hate Apple Mac, I wouldn't say no to an itty bitty iBook...
11. I refuse to walk into Coles.
12. I also hate Ritchies IGA.
13. My brother is gonna drive Tanks in the Australian Army. (Well, if you don't really know ME, you don't know that...)
14. My hair colour is naturally a lighter brown.
15. My eyes are a mix of grey/green/blue (and heres the weird one) and brown.
16. I have trouble finding decent clothes, because I feel dorky walking into anywhere remotely trendy. So I shop at Target and K-Mart and buy dorky clothes.
17. Sometimes I shop in the Kids section of Target/K-Mart/Big W. I fit stuff there. Sad, eh?
18. My last class is Information Processing & Management, and I'm gonna cry.
19. I really, do not want to leave school.
20. I'm fucking scared of graduating.

Cheers, I tag:

Dark-Tannie, NekoNeko23, Illi, Ekki, CatalystOffire.

Haha. Deal with it! ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6665530/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6665530/ Mon, 03 Oct 2005 04:25:49 PDT ), the co-writer of the original characters.

This contest will run from the date this journal is posted, until the 3rd of January.

Unfortunately, due to Mousie being poor she is unable to afford a subscription for herself, let alone the contest winners… but the prizes (so far) are as follows:

First ::
A picture done ‘specially for you, by Mousie (oh the thrill) and/or NekoNeko23
An entire journal on your gallery. Yay!
Eternal love and watching.
Many favourites (chances are, if I like your entry… I’ll like the stuff in your gallery!).

Second ::
Eternal love and watching.
Big exposure in my random-as-hell journal. (The Winners Edition)
Favourites, cuz they’re all special and stuff.

Third ::
No jokes about what ‘third’ rhymes with.
Exposure in the Winners Edition of my spasmodic journal.
Eternal love and watching.
And Favourites, because I can’t help myself.

All Entrants ::
Upon submission of your entry, you will get visited by me! Favourites, comments and watches are always a possibility! All entries will also be listed in a separate journal, so my people who (for some straaaaange reason) actually watch me will clicky-clicky.

(Anyone who wishes to add to the list of prizes, please do! Let me know if you have anything to offer.)

So, what do you have to do? Well… you can do one of two things!


Mousie’s Freakishly Cool Contest Part A ::

Make a picture. Easy! But, it has to feature certain characters. I’m interested to see how other people interpret the descriptions of the characters that I, and my good friend NekoNeko23 love to death. So, all you have to do is create a picture featuring one (or more) of the following:

Adrian Tallenery
David Tallenery
Mereditha Adagathguarde
Adele DeVylissea

[ Descriptions of all characters :: [link] ]

How easy is that! They can be doing absolutely ANYTHING! Well, within reason… this is a family show. I don’t care whether your entry is a photomanipulation, done in 3D, a collage or anything… I just want to see how you interpret the characters.

All that said, allow me to go on to Part B.


Mousie’s Freakishly Cool Contest Part B ::

This one (if you ask me) is slightly harder. I want you to write a story… using our characters. As above, I don’t care what the story is about, often the stranger the better. Happy endings are totally optional, and even the rules of real life can be broken. For instance, stories that have already been written include:

* David getting pregnant.
* Adrian using a self-help book to overcome his terrible shyness.
* Meri dying in a tragic car accident.
* Adele and Dave flirting in a bar… whilst she plots to kill him.
* Teen Queen Meri succumbing to peer pressure, and nearly killing asthmatic Adrian with cigarette smoke.
* Adrian turning out to be a secret agent (married to another woman) hired to save Mereditha from an evil plot to claim Australia back for England and its Queen.

You get the idea. I’m totally, and completely insane. Now it’s your turn. Using the character references, create your own story… be it serious, hilarious or just plain twisted. You could even write a story about one of the supporting characters if you like, as long as it mentions (at least once) one of the four main ones above. Introduce your own characters! This is your story… not mine. I just want to read it!

However, there are a few unbreakable rules! Here they are… not too hard to follow!

1. Adrian will only ever be truly happy with Meri.
2. David will only ever be truly happy with Adele.
3. David and Adrian will never… *cough*… encounter as more than brothers. That is just weird.

See? Easy enough. That said, there are no rules saying you can’t make them absolutely miserable, or that love even has to enter into it. Maybe Meri ends up with Dave because he’s a gold digger and wants her Father’s money? Hey, I don’t know… you’re writing this one!

Anyway, here be a link to character descriptions ::


So, how do I enter this awesomely cool competition with really dodgy prizes?

Easy! Create your deviation… upload it to where you... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6665526/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/6665526/ Mon, 03 Oct 2005 04:22:49 PDT
The Main Characters:
[Group Pic: [link] (Mousie)]

Adrian Tallenery ::
[Pics: [link] , [link] (As children) (Mousie)]
In the original storyline, Adrian is a mild-mannered teacher with more than a few social problems. During his high school years, he was subjected to all manners of bullying. He was hung out of a window, bashed, had spiders placed in his bed, locked in small spaces… all resulting in a number of phobias he is yet to overcome. Though he becomes stronger after meeting Mereditha, he is still deathly afraid of heights and flying, and runs for the hills when confronted with a spider. He likes books, and is often described as a nerd. He also suffered from a severe stutter, which vanished not long after meeting the woman who would become his wife.

He is always terribly shy, seriously lacking in backbone until the occasion arises when he needs one – when Adrian has a reason to fight, he is not to be messed with. There is hidden strength in Adrian, which often only surfaces when he comes to the defence of others. Defending himself, Adrian is weak as a kitten. He had a serious nervous breakdown after finding his girlfriend of several years (Stephanie) in a rather compromising position with a friend, and found it hard to believe for a long time that Mereditha wasn’t using him.

Physically, Adrian isn’t much to look at. He is a head taller than Mereditha, but several heads shorter than his elder brother David. His features are vaguely mousish, earning him the nickname ‘Rat Boy’ from his darling brother. Adrian has reddish-brown hair, pale skin, thick glasses, and is of a medium build despite his short stature.

David Tallenery ::
[Pics: [link] , [link] (Dave/Del by Mousie) ]
The elder of the Tallenery brothers, David is known for his lack of commitment. In his world, women are completely disposable. Add to this that Dave swings both ways, and you’ve created the ultimate one-night-stand man. He is generally ten years older than his brother, and a lot less mature. He sees Adrian as the ‘sensible’ one, and himself as the one who knows how to have ‘fun’. David’s second favourite thing to do (after entertaining himself in dark rooms with other people) is getting absolutely, completely smashed. He is also quite well acquainted with the word ‘Hangover’. He is generally unemployed, smokes, and takes a cynical view on life. The notion of love, he feels, is a waste of time. Who wants to spend their life with just ONE person?

He is confident to the extreme, and quite arrogant. When he can’t be hanging around in bars, Dave likes to annoy his baby brother. Though his plans for life never included settling down or having children, there is room for David to change. In the original storyline, a co-worker springs a four-year-old surprise on him in the form of a son he didn’t know about, Nicholas Sharpe. Though it takes Dave some time to adjust to the role of part-time father, he manages to do it… AND fall for his best friend, the mysterious Adele.

He looks quite similar to his brother, but taller… David is in the regions of six foot (whatever that is. I’m metric, okay??), and of a slimmer build than his shorter brother. However, David also works out, there’s quite a bit of power in those arms! He has the same reddish-brown hair, smokey grey eyes, but does not wear glasses.

Mereditha Adagathguarde ::
[Pics: [link] [link] , [link] (Mousie)]
She’s had the world handed to her on a silver platter. Her father is rich beyond belief, this English princess has just about everything she could ever ask for. But she’s never been very stuck up about it. She is innocent and naïve… even to her early twenties, believing that there is not a single person about who would actually harm her… she lived a very sheltered life. Anything she wants, Daddy gets her. She was an only child until about the age of seventeen, when her mother found out that she was rather unexpectedly pregnant. She loves her little sister Audrey to death, spoiling her when she can.

Like Adrian, she is usually portrayed as a teacher… specialisin... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5911028/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5911028/ Tue, 12 Jul 2005 05:35:02 PDT :: Reading :: Should be reading 'If This Is A Man'.
:: Watching :: Ending credits of Will & Grace (LOVE IT!)
:: Listening To :: Advertisements from the TV.

Would you look at this! It's the 12th of July, 2005! Which means that I, Mousie122 have been blocking other users from having the sign in Mousie122 for exactly one year now. I feel proud.

And look where I am... I've gone from dodgy pencil drawings, to half decent works using Photoshop, I am incredibly proud of myself. But I thought, that rather than devoting this incredibly precious journal to me, I'd feature those of you who I love and adore...

And some of you who just do good art!

Please note, I'm doing this in alphabetical order. Please do not get annoyed at your placement!

=azzumail
Her world might be pink, but she does some freaking awesome stuff. This gallery is a splash of colour, and a pleasure to look at for those who just can't get enough funk! Beautiful stuff, it's always great to see that Azzumail has something new for me to look at!
Current Fave: [link]

~CatalystOfFire
As Mick once said, apparently I love Zack. Which in many ways is true... I love his absolute randomocity, and the corny, stupid comments I get under just about every deviation, serious, old, new, scrap, or sketch. He's got a wonderful sense of humour, and clings about like a bloody monkey. Honestly, I've been trying to shake him!! So insane, he even gives HIMSELF comments.
Current Fave: [link]

=Dark-Tannie
The infamous Mick. If you read half the things we say to each other, you'd think Mick and I are about as compatible as Apple Mac and Windows (with Mick being dodgy Apple Mac, and myself continually getting viruses). However, the truth is... (shhh!) that I actually do admire the work he does, and I'm quite fond of the poor bugger. He makes a great punching bag.. honest! He's also known for making incredibly critical comments on my deviations, usually on things I did on purpose. Hopefully, one day... Mick and I will live in peace. But for now, he can flame my deviations... I'll kick him at school. Long live mismatched friendships!
Current Fave: [link]

~demontious
There are not enough people watching this one. The work is awesome, and though I haven't had the pleasure of actually speaking with the artist, the work speaks for itself. The colours, the style... if you're into anime, this is someone you simply have to check out.
Current Fave: [link]

~Ekki
I love to hate Ekki. She's a doll, a wonderful person... but with some kickarse talent that I could seriously shoot her for. It must be something to do with people from WA. Her style is incredible, though anime is her forte, one sketch of her dog made me want to fly over, and strangle her. She's too good to associate with me... >.<
Current Fave: [link]

~hirikawa
As I got more involved in photography, I was drawn to other people's photography, and found a wonderful artist in Hirikawa. His work is simply cool... there are shots of bugs that make you just wanna go 'Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!' He has a brilliant eye for composition, and taught me an important lesson which I am yet to follow... 'Always carry a camera with you'!
Current Fave: [link]

~illi
Another of the WA'ians, little Illi's a legend. Though seemingly jumpy, and with a passionate love for 'o.O', her work never fails to make me smile. Apart from this, she's also an awesome person, and doesn't hesitate to say so herself. She even made me a special picture, after I kept asking where my pink elephant was...
Current Fave: [link]

~insidethought
Em has the proud pla... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5834794/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5834794/ Mon, 04 Jul 2005 04:40:04 PDT
:: Mood :: Laughing, now.
:: Listening To :: Call For Help (On the How To Channel)
:: Reading :: My own journal writing itself.

Well, it’s been an interesting day! Mondays always suck for me, but this has just been downright odd. First, I was up in the early hours of the morning, painting a deviation that I should have up this evening. I can’t help it… I was hit by inspiration suddenly! It was a force I couldn’t ignore! Anyway, I didn’t get to sleep until about three thirty.

When I finally did, it was short-lived. No more than five hours later, Mum’s knocking on my bedroom door, and shoving a phone in my ear. It’s one of the ladies from work, from the café. And what does she have to say to my tired ears?

‘We need you in at work now for a meeting. Can you be there by ten?’

Yes, I suppose I could. And I did, because meeting sounded serious! It was a meeting with one of the higher managers of the supermarket, which kind of scared me a little, and it looked like we were in trouble. Of course I could be there by ten, but Mum wanted to go to the gym… so I was dumped in IGA at 8.50. Greeeeeeeeeat. I sat in the café for an hour, and sweated.

Which was kind of appropriate.

What had happened, you see… was I’d managed to defrost three hundred dollars worth of icecream, chicken and soup over the weekend. They’d lost the lot. When they asked me to move everything from the icecream freezer to the bakery freezer, they’d SAID bakery freezer… and I wasn’t thinking clearly. So I did as I was told.

And hey… I killed the ice cream! Kekekekekekeke… I’m laughing about it now. Now I’m getting all these jokes about melting, and no one is letting me put things in the fridge or freezer… *rolls eyes*.

So I had a sulk when I finally got home, threw myself into some art… you can see that in my new baby! I’m so happy with that. So yeah, there’s today. ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5797861/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5797861/ Thu, 30 Jun 2005 04:12:33 PDT :: Listening To :: Fuzzy in-and-out radio. Don’t know the song.
:: Location :: Somewhere in the middle of Victoria. Not yet to Nagambie.

That’s right folks, it’s the first week of our school holidays, and yours truly is typing this journal on the bus home from Melbourne. It probably explains the lack of deviations, and other such nonsense that’s been happening lately, I’ve been a bit busy, I’ll have to update you all. But the best news? I finally found a nice coat that reaches to my ankles, and nabbed it for thirty dollars. That’s bloody good! Anyway, what’s been happening for me? Well… first there was Music Camp last week.

Which was fine, I love music camp. Spent most of this year’s more as a teacher, than as a student. Being one of the handful of year twelves attending (the rest had most wisely decided to stay at school and do that strange thing called studying.) we were given much more responsibility, and looked after the littlies, the usual stuff. And this year, the music was disappointingly easy! For those of you who know them, this is what we played:

Kronos.
Oye Como Va (Our middleschool band plays this!!)
Scottish Ballade [Annie Laurie] (Again, Midlevel)
Mobbusters
And Salute To Louis Armstrong.

The only one of those even the tiniest bit challenging was the last. I arrived to the camp late, because I’d had to do a maths task before even thinking about going anywhere, stormed in… there was no way I was going to be any less than first clarinet! I got my way, it’s wonderful when the others in your section move aside for experience and brains (*LOL*) and looked over the stuff, ten minute later we had lunch. I was bitterly disappointed in the music, the last time we had Bob as our conductor, it had been so hard! It was all fine though, and when we discovered that the second and third clarinets didn’t know either fingerings for the c sharp above the break (poor things) it was decided that I, as the senior clarinettist, would sit in the back row and help them.

Yay me.

That was cool though. Later that day, a girl (or at least I think it was a girl. To look at it, you couldn’t really be sure) tripped and split her knee open, the day after another girl (definitely a girl this time) knocked herself unconscious. Each went to hospital, and came back. Now that’s dedication. The camp over all was pretty good, I escaped without any ill effects (unlike previous years, I nearly always come back with a cold, dead tired, and lips like raw tomatoes) maybe I just didn’t try so hard this year? Pah.

It was all irrelevant anyway, because the camp had faded out of priority over the weekend. Got back Thursday night, the next night was my brother’s debutante ball, which is always great fun. Hello… dressing up, dancing!! YAY! was there, I’ve got some vonderful pictures of him in tails and gloves. He looks almost entirely unadorable. Kekekeke, kidding, they all looked awesome.

Again, the deb wasn’t the high point. Because the night after, I was going out again… to another ball! The Tat footy and netball club ball! YAAAAAAAAAAAY! I’d been invited by a guy my cousin knew, and spent a fair amount of the night convincing him to come *away* from the bar, and perhaps… I don’t know… dance? He was very, very shy… when he asked if I was cold, and I nodded, rather than the obvious he says:

‘Okay.’ And gets my jacket.

Right then… one cold Lillie wanting physical contact here!! Which brings me to a conversation I had with Tannie… Fortunately on MSN, so I could show you all.

Mick So I'm evil because I brought a group of girls on a camping trip with me and didn't touch them? says:
hey ur namey thingy, are you picking on me?

Silver Mousie: Note to all men:: 'I'm Cold' DOESN'T mean 'Please Get My Jacket'. Unless You're Mick. says:
Only saying that you don't get to hug me.

Mick So I'm evil because I brought a group of girls on a camping trip with me and didn't touch them? says:
how is that fair

Mick So I'm evil because I brought a group of girls on a camping trip with me and didn't touch them? says:
and there is no hug mention whatsoever

Mick So I'm evil because I brought a group of girls on a camping trip with me and didn't touch them? says:
it's all jackety related

Silver Mousie: Note to all men:: 'I'm Cold' DOESN'T mean 'Please Get My Jacket'. Unless You're Mick. says:
*slaps head*

I call that ‘Proof That Men Are Stupid’. Feel free to disagree. Hey! What do you know! I can hear a local radio station now! Yay! That means we must be closeish to home. Can’t... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5700942/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5700942/ Mon, 20 Jun 2005 04:29:36 PDT ::Song:: Spending My Time [ Roxette ]

Urrgh, and I thought it couldn't happen.

Today, our school attended an 'All Schools Spectacular', which is a Rotary Club organised event, which runs over two days, four sessions.. and basically it's schools (primary and secondary) performing for each other, and enjoying the performances of each other. As our school so muchly rocks, we were chosen to open the afternoon Monday session with Senior Concert Band, and close with Senior Jazz Band, both of which I'm in.

We left ten minutes into period four, which was about 12 noon. The announcements that morning said to be at the bus stop at 12 noon SHARP, because we had to play at 12.30. Most of the band was on time, a few stragglers at ten past, we were running low on time. However... no one had told us which teacher was going to be on the bus with us.

So we assumed none.

Anyhoo, Esther told the busdriver we were all there and we set off. We hadn't got to the intersection before the bus driver got a call on the radio... we'd left someone behind.

The vice principal, no less.

Oopsie. Apparently, he'd caught the bus back with Middleschool after the morning session, and left his car there to catch the bus back with us... which didn't end up happening. He should have been at the bus stop on time, damn him!

So we were a little late to EastBank, where the Spectacular was being held. Hurried, we tuned as best we could with screaming giggling primary school kids hanging around the back room, and went on stage.

And played worse than we do in rehearsal.

That was nice. Jazz band would make up for that blooper... we hadn't had a proper rehearsal in a few days, the music was still newish and difficult, it would all be okay. Jazz band would make us all look good!

The Spectacular hurtled on at an amazing pace, somehow the whole thing ran many many minutes early. So I was still in the back row watching Shepp East perform when I should have been getting ready for my own performance! Deciding to go down 'early', I made my way to the back room, cos I had to change my shirt from white to black, but the minute I got there, some lady says:

'If you're with the jazz band, you better get up there!'

Grab trumpet. Run like hell. They were on the stage, about to play! I materialised in the front row, before realising my valves were sticky and wouldn't move properly. This was a problem, and the more I tried to fix it, the less notes I could get out! I was seriously at the point of crying on stage! So frustrating. Anyway, by the fourth number (our last) I had the damned thing working. And I blasted those bloody notes!

That made me very upset... and the band as a whole didn't play very well. BUT! On the bright side...

I got a call today, from a friend in Moopna, who asked me to a football club ball! It's formal, and it's gunna be so fun... hence why I am happy. The dress I'm wearing is in 'No Prince Charming'. It's so perdy.

So that's my worst performance ever. Isn't it horrendous? ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5683159/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5683159/ Sat, 18 Jun 2005 05:53:23 PDT
Anyway, it started at school (a combination of every school I've been at so far) as many of my dreams do, with the some of us, Nikki, Mil, Dani, the Betties... and a few others, walking to the shop from school.

Dani was lagging behind, and for some reason, I made a horrible comment! Something seriously evil... it must have been, cos thats all I remember about it! Anyway, she got pissed off and stormed back to school. And that's what started it all.

However, when we got back.. she seemed happy enough, and even offered to babysit my son (WHAT THE??) 'Tory', who was about eight-ish looking (reality check, I am eighteen) because I had a performance to go to that night.

The next day, I'm at school... in maths. Tory is sitting beside me, all sorts of things are hanging about, Dani isn't in the room, and he seems a little agitated. So I says:

'Whats the matter, Tor?'

'Aunty Dani.' he replies. 'She hurt me.'

So, being the good mother I apparently am, I lift the legs of his trousers, and see all these cut marks! Just like you'd get if you stabbed someone with the point of a knife... they kind of look like inch-long scratches, just darker.

'It's nothing,' I says. 'Dani wouldn't do that.'

And I ignore it??

Anyway, that evening, Tory, Shezz and I get home to my place, and find Shezza's cat (though I'm not even sure if she HAS one) lying on our doorstep with it's throat cut! It's alright, I thinks... someone is out to kill Shezza. Not me and Tor.

So I go to feed the bird... lo and behold, there are our cats, slit throats and bleeding on the tree in the aviary that we don't have any more.

Go figure. I woke up then. It was incredibly odd! ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5576756/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5576756/ Tue, 07 Jun 2005 05:08:57 PDT
:: Reading :: Anything but my Psychology Text Book!

~ Life Updates ~

Well, I thought it was about time to shake off the Monday-itis, and show you all what’s been happening in my life lately. I would have done this earlier, except nothing really improved since last Monday. For those interested, the mock-exam for Music went pretty well actually, though when I listen back to the recording all I can hear is my brother pounding the bloody drums, with the odd note from Trent. Me? You can only hear the notes I played wrong, but meh! I do not care!

Other than stressing over my music mock-exam, and the Aural SAC we had on Thursday (difficult, but always relaxing for some reason! At this level of difficulty in any other class, I’d get upset over… but you can’t get upset when the room is so relaxed!), I had more important things to worry about really. Because guess what? After two weeks of Maths, English, Information Processing, Psychology and Music assessments (The break down: Maths Problem Solving (six periods), English text response (four periods) Music arrangement (three periods), Music aural test (one and a half periods), IPM test (two periods), Psychology sleep test (two periods), Psychology practice exams (Two: One hour, forty minutes each) and stacks, upon stacks of Psychology revision… this week just happens to be (ta-da) EXAM WEEK!

I know it’s only mid-years, and unlike year elevens, us year twelves aren’t subject to an exam for every subject at the semester changeover. Only certain classes are… Biology, psychology, accounting, health and human development (I think…?)… which unfortunately includes me. My very first year twelve exam. Boy, was I psyched.

It’s strange how you don’t notice how stressed you were, until you aren’t. It’s even more funny because one of the things I needed to know in order to pass this exam was how stress affects the body, and mind. I shall discuss with reference to myself and my own experiences this week.

Constant pressure from teachers, parents and (mostly) myself to do well in this exam turned it into a strong psychological stressor. In order to resist the effects of this ‘threat’, my body heightened certain senses in order to resist. In the days leading up to the exam (and I think this went on for two weeks) I was unable to eat a full meal, or sleep very much at night. I carried my psychology text book about as though it were some sort of kooky fashion accessory, and read it at every spare moment! Friday and Saturday I worked (and went to ’s 18th. Still unable to eat properly, and also unable to consume very much alcohol! Half a can, and I wasn’t top of the world… gave the rest to , and made him scull it. Kekekeke.), so ten and a half hours of work had to be balanced out on Sunday… with about six to eightish hours of study.

Yes. That’s right. I studied. And bloody hard too. The important thing I had to watch for, was burn out. I didn’t want to study myself to death, but I was incredibly scared I was going to get into the exam, and not know anything! So there you go. I was scared, AND studying. (If you can imagine me with my black glasses falling off my nose, hair tied roughly back (pencil through the middle to hold it back… that is not something my characters do for fun, you know!), with bright stripy socks and a magenta coloured polar fleece dressing gown printed with white stars, bent over an exercise book and text book writing furiously, you’ve got a pretty good idea of how I looked on Sunday. Attractive, huh!)

To combat over-study, I took regular breaks. But study is boring. So I found a few ways to keep me interested while I sat there writing out many things I needed to remember before Tuesday morning. The key, as always, was music.

Not music in English! I have to stress this. English vocal pieces are too interesting, and draw you in! If it wasn’t for the magic of John Williams, and Disney songs in many different languages, I probably wouldn’t have got half the study done that I did. Ten pages in my tiny scrawl… uuuuuuuuurgh. It makes my head spin to look at it all now.

Monday. I was really beginning to stress now, and I didn’t realise it. The other danger of English music, and some instrumental pieces, was the emotional factor! I was on the edge, man! Think of anything *remotely* sad, stressful, or even sweet… I was a goner. Some songs were deleted from... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5499187/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5499187/ Mon, 30 May 2005 04:45:32 PDT
One coloured pirate mousie!

And the first installment of the newest Under_Score story, featuring many people we know and love! What will the school girl agents get into this time? Will Sleep and his evil plans prevail? And what about those violin cases... are they really carrying violins, or something a little more.. sinister?

But for now, my journal.

Mood: Better now.
Listening to: Life's Gonna Suck
Reading: Anne Freaks
Watching: Ray

If you’d told me yesterday that today I’d be upset at school, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Of course, perhaps if you could have shown me exactly how crappy today would be, and why, I might have been persuaded to stay home, thus avoiding this annoying vent of anger, frustration and whatever else it was I was feeling today. But anyway, perhaps you would all like to know just why it is I’m so upset?

I wasn’t to start with. No, I went to school… caught the bus, caught the next bus (the best one too, yay!) and played poker with , Jono, Trent and co. I actually won a hand today, which is unusual. So I seemed pretty set to have a good day, cuppa in hand, went to my first class.

Maths. Given my attitude, and talent for maths, you’d assume that /this/ is the class that had me upset, especially as we’re doing a highly important in-school assessment task under exam conditions at the moment. But the faerie of odd and unusual things struck today, and I actually enjoyed the class, completed a fair chunk of the task, and left for private in good spirits. Private study (which is a study hall period, or free or whatever…) was a bludge as usual.

Recess came and went, Music was pretty okay, I spent that period rehearsing in Midlevel band with a hired Trombone. Mind you, I still can’t read bass clef, but it was nothing to get upset over. I know I can’t read it, I’m slowly getting there. Anyhoo, the start of it all (as it tends to be, for some reason) was Psychology.

Now, I’m pretty good at Psych, and it wasn’t my knowledge of the content, or even the fact that we have an exam tomorrow week. Doing revision as you do, our lovely teacher decides she’s going to talk us through a few concepts which is cool. I like that, I learn really well that way, but unfortunately for some, our teacher is about as easy to understand as the textbook sometimes. Today she was particularly bad, and as I understand textbook speech, it was up to me to explain a few things to the girl beside me, incidentally a close friend from primary school.

I got kept behind after class.

Why? Because I had been talking while she’d been explaining! Excuse me, but I was only trying to help! So I went to my lunchtime rehearsal already a little ratty.

The rehearsal was for my VCE Ensemble. Because I’m doing group, not solo, we need lunchtimes to get together and rehearse our pieces. There’s a mock-exam on Wednesday, it’s a real exam for unit one musicians, fake for us unit threes, but it’s still a big deal. So far, my group consists of me (alternating clarinet and trumpet), Pat (Piano), Zac (my brother, the drummer), Trent (Alto Sax) and Jim (Has learnt bass guitar for us.). Let me recap this… this group is IMPORTANT! Without this group, I can’t perform for the end of year exam, the final group exam which is in Wangaratta. We had hardly rehearsed yet, and we’ve thrown a couple of things together just in time for Wednesday.

However.

Practicing today was like pulling teeth. My brother, who plans to go into the army in August was clearly not interested, and with his two bestest buddies Pat and Jim, didn’t want to listen to a thing I had to say. Pat also plans to have left school before the year twelve exams, so there goes the other assessed person in my group. Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse (remember, we are so far a jazz combo missing piano and drums…. And my brother is incredibly hard to replace as a drummer, and there is no other student even close to Pat on the piano) our bass player decides he’d rather focus on his own ensemble, and stick with the trumpet. Mind you, he had only been playing bass two weeks all up, and I’m grateful he’s even playing with us for Wednesday.

Not only all this, my group falling about my ears, a performance in two days and my future in music l... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5481421/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5481421/ Fri, 27 May 2005 22:54:03 PDT
Mood: Sick & Psycho
Listening to: Cruella DeVille
Reading: Stolen [Play]
Watching: Phantom of the Opera!

It makes the day almost worthwhile.

I've just got home from work, see, and I pretty much feel like chucking my guts up. I really don't feel well, but I want to get better within the next say... two hours, because I need to be back at work for stocktake (which I get paid for) and THEN it's my friend Mandy's 18th, and of course I want cake!

Cake will probably actually make me sick, but anyhoo. Work was fun (not), Astyn managed to drop a bottle of pepsi off her register, and soak everyone from the girl on Register 4, to me on register 1... *including* customers. It was hilarious.

What else? Well, school is evil, I have a psychology midyear coming up, that should just be wonderful. Oh, and don't forget the GAT! Oh yeah, the fall back exam we all take, great fun. Honestly.

Add to this all the wonderful School Assessed Criteria we're doing, assignments in class under exam conditions, I'm pretty cheerful about now. So, I think it's wonderful that DA gave me this perdy little free one-week subscription to ease the pain of my awful exams and tummy ache.

But hey, I thought this would be a brilliant time to show off some other galleries of those who have loved me for long time!




Darling Lolo... where would I be without her? Insane for sure. Best known for her pictures of original RP characters, Lo continues to make me go 'Awwwwww...' at every picture of Adrian. Better still, she's a kickarse person, so get in there and visit her damn gallery!



What to say about Illi? Well, Illi made me a pink elephant. Illi just happens to be insane, and the carrier of everything I either don't have time for, or can't be bothered attending to at the time. Her odd sense of humour, and overuse of o.O are what makes Illi special. In many different ways.



Some of this has to be seen, seriously. I want to throw Ekki off a cliff. One picture in particular, of her dog, I intensely hate her for. But only in the evil jealous way, that dog looks so much like a dog it's scary. Truthfully, I don't want to throw Ekki off anything. Just... hack her brain and nick some of that incredible talent.



In a word: random. Catalyst's comments and replies to my own comments have left me feeling randomly inadequate, where I once thought I was completely random. Zack is the master, however... see how well YOU go replying to him!



The master of photography amongst my friends, I think... some beautiful shots in there, really beautiful stuff done with good taste, and excellent vision. And a couple with a particularly cute bug. The bug is really, really cute.



I distinctly remember one picture in this gallery. Something to do with a hand, and a sink, and what was thankfully food dye. Also a good friend from a music tour last year!! *huggles Em*

Anyhoo, thanks all you guys for helping me get to where I am today, at 109 deviations, and over 1000 pageviews. It's been a pleasure being here, I'm sure to stay!

Cheers!

]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5307868/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5307868/ Mon, 09 May 2005 03:37:33 PDT
Where did I come from? Well, my reasons for suddenly becoming artistic arose when I realised I needed another subject for my VCE (seeing as I was failing Literature by corro), and didn't want to get thrown out of my English or Psychology class on accounta there were cool people in them, there was nothing good on in my maths block, and my two specialist subjects, IT and Music were not changeable.

What was I to do? The answer... learn to draw REALLY quickly, and go into VCE Art! So that's what I did. A picture on julesyrabbit's gallery, which she uploaded into her scraps shows my rather... shocking drawing skills before this time.

[link]

Cute though. Can't remember why I wrote that note, but it was the height of my art at the time.

And that, my friends, is my history. My entire gallery just shows improvements on that, from 'Pirates of the Planner' to 'Adrian's Apology', to the ones I'm putting up tonight.

Thankyou to all my dedicated fans, and if I don't end up making 100 tonight, well, I'll write another journal entry you can all read and admire when I finally do.

Cheers, and lets keep the good times rolling! ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5271841/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/5271841/ Thu, 05 May 2005 06:23:36 PDT
Today at school, they made us walk, damnit! The entire school got on what seemed like thousands of buses, and we were driven out near a swamp around the school, and we walked.

And walked.

And walked some more.

Five kilometres, all the way back through the new housing estates ... what for? To get back to school, of course! Though it completely confuses me, because I know many, many people who get bussed out, and don't come back. The "checkpoint" teachers are supposed to make sure they all come through... but they don't. No, they just make sure us nice year twelves don't have any fun.

Cos we've had experience with all this, see... we know how to make cross-country fun. It goes something along the lines of this:

1. Do not wear anything too heavy. It always gets hot.
2. Bring pocketfuls of food/lollies.. and a Mr D.
3. Hit Mick [dark-tannie] many times with aforementioned Mr D.
4. Find the person in your group with largest size in MP3 Player.
5. Bring a pair of speakers.
6. Make other people carry speakers about the course...
7. Rock out to Disney music.
8. Ask for smiley faces from checkpoint teachers, instead of dots.

However, we also learnt some important lessons today. On how NOT to get glares from the Assistant Principal.

1. Don't fall too far behind if he is following in a stupid jeep-car.
2. Don't take unneccesary routes when he is following in stupid jeep-car.
3. Don't be a smartarse to checkpoint teachers when said car is parked with windows open... Mil.
4. Don't make the springy Keep Left signs swing in opposite directions when stupid jeep-car and vice principal are driving into the road... Kate.

.... In otherwords, don't have fun. Principals do NOT understand how we might WANT to come last because it is our last year!! Gah. It's tradition. Never have I finished the Cross-Country... Kate still has my finish tag. Kehe.

On the bright side, my house won, so snah. Stick that up your pipe, Chisholm Dark-Tannie, cos Melba's the best! And you, my friend, are not. ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/4267057/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/4267057/ Sat, 08 Jan 2005 04:08:58 PST [link]=1& sort=2&updown=d and click on #70... St Katherine's it should be.

I'll love you forever if you do! Promise!

~ Mousie ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/4070475/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/4070475/ Wed, 15 Dec 2004 02:37:38 PST
What else is news? Not really much... am a wee bit upset, I hate when I can't talk to the people I want to talk to online, looks like thats gonna happen for god knows how long...

I don't like that... but I'm being yelled at now.

Byes!

~ Mousie ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3508299/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3508299/ Mon, 04 Oct 2004 05:09:36 PDT
It's official. Mr Jones hates me. I'm annoyed... he cant mark me down for having a different word written on my work! Argh! It's sooooooooo unfair. Talk about favouritism, or in my case... anti-favouritism.

However, tomorrow I have my first rehearsal with Jazz3, the jazz band I'll be leading when the year twelves leave. I'm excited.. I can't wait.

What else? Oh yeah, I got a new lappie.. and it's perdy. We're also getting broadband, so you can expect me on more often.

That's all I have to say for myself today.

Bye!

Mousie. ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3396320/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3396320/ Sun, 19 Sep 2004 05:03:13 PDT
Monday:

I can't remember anything significant about Monday, other than I forgot my clarinet and got to play the reaaaal nice loan one, with a plastic reed (mmmm.... plastic....). And, as per usual, Mr Jones yelled at me.

Tuesday:

Now what is unusual about Tuesday, is I got a hell load of work done! In the double period I had first up, I managed to start AND finish an eight hundred word text essay, as well as do my oral presentation. Then, during recess, I finished off the same assessment task that Mr Jones yelled at me for not taking the time to do the day before. With all that done before third, I was pretty well happy... and on a tremendous high... until I remembered the evil maths test I had the next day... IT went without incident, which is unusual in itself, and I worked with Megan for the last time ever. It's gonna be weird without her.

Wednesday:

Periods 1-2: The maths test that I was so worried about, was in my first double. Aike!!!! Circular functions... I didn't have a cheat sheet, and I sure as hell didn't study. I tried, but cos I was away so much, I didn't actually learn much of what we did. Somehow, Mick managed to teach me everything I needed to know before the test! God knows how! I answered all the questions, and I was happy. Which is strange for me and Maths, usually we hate each other... just like me and Aurals.

3-4: Worse than Orals, let me tell you! I had double music, all our classes are doubles on wednesday... but somehow I got all my rhythmic dictation spot on! Go me!

5-6: Yay! Private study! I nicked off to the music room, cos it's more fun than the VCE Centre... and ended up taking year seven clarinets. I also managed to get myself a job... as the director for Jazz Three next year! YAY ME! Then I played with Rock Jazz, and did some pretty funky solo's on the loan clarinet. I hate soloing... I don't know what came over me.

Thursday:

Generally my fave day of the week. Double art, english and double psych. More fun, because this particular thursday was the last day of term. I went to Festie's before school, and bought three packets of tick tocks, one for each class. We ate a packet in art, and did little else... then in english, we ate food.. and got our text essays back (the one I wrote in less than a double)... I have now officially got *counts* five perfect text essays. A+... go me! However, I think it was shit, and I know I can do better. But the oral presentation, which I thought I did really well in... put in heaps of effort, lots of prep.. I got a B+. Just goes to show the quality of teachers we have.... in psych we watched a movie and ate biscuits.

Friday:

Urgh... parent teacher interview day... but my parents didn't go! I cleaned out the fridge, my room, the kitchen... and YAY! Didn't get in trouble! How odd!

Saturday:

Worked...as usual. But we had some weird orders... like, 10 Chicken and salad rolls with 10 Ham and salad rolls? Who orders 20 salad rolls? Or 12 for that matter? So many huge orders... it was weird. Red coat lady came in (a customer I dislike because she is ultimately fussy) and I made Renee serve her, But she brought her friend this time. Enough picky for all of us!

Gah... my life is weird full stop. ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3311750/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3311750/ Tue, 07 Sep 2004 20:02:27 PDT
...bored...

...to...

...tears...

HELP ME!

Love,

Mousie ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3252663/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3252663/ Tue, 31 Aug 2004 05:02:18 PDT
There. Done.

A follow up from my previous journal.

Melbourne Band Fest results came back yesterday. And guess what?

BACK TO BACK GOLD! BOO YAH!

That's right folks! We did it again. The school that until last year had Never, EVER got gold in ten years of competing, got another not one... but TWO gold shields! The Middlies got one as well, like last year which brings our total up to four.

GO US!

And the deb... wonderful night. I want my curls back! Meeeeeeek!

What else? Oh yeah! I got my first cheque from the government!

TAX REFUND! WHOOOOO!

Oh yeah, good week guys. One damn good week.

Love, Mouse ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3152691/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3152691/ Wed, 18 Aug 2004 03:47:10 PDT
.: In The Beginning… There was… A U-Turn?… :.

And yes, that is how our trip started. We were going well, all the way down the south end of town (past the cows, lake and over the bridge…) when the bus driver suddenly did a u-ey, turning us back toward the school. We were most puzzled, because Melbourne was in the other direction. We’d been travelling on… (nice original name here)… Melbourne Road! Now we were going back the other way, same stretch of bitumen, but now called Numurkah Road. Fun fun.

Perhaps I’d better explain why we were heading out of our cosy (snort), cheerful (cough), beautiful (vomit) town in the first place.

Melbourne School Bands Festival. The biggest event for our school’s muso’s, bar Tour. Each year, our Senior Concert and Middleschool Concert bands head down to Melbourne, and perform. Last year, (YAY!) we scored two gold shields, one for each band. Which was great, I was in both. (Clarinet and Baritone Sax).

Anyway, we pulled back into the school… and who else but the Donkey-Flautist (also known as the Z Factor) got out to get something from her locker.

… her bloody flute.

Ahem! Thankyou, you may start laughing now.

.: Truckies :.

Two-way radios… hilarious fun. My brother brought his on the trip, and spent most of the time at the back of the bus with his cronies, talking to truck drivers.

Technology is a wonderful thing. No longer must we rely on “Honk If You’re Horny!” signs, we can ask the driver directly. Bonus- Mr Hull in the next bus doesn’t see, and get angry!!!

.: Picking On The Privaties! :.

I mean no offence to people from Private schools. Just these ones I saw here… it’s a Government School tradition to laugh at the “posho” uniforms of those with a hell load more money than us. Imagine wearing your kilt down to your ankles! Whoa… any lower than top-of-knee, and you’re a dork, honey… anyway. It isn’t their fault, but it amuses us whilst people set up… here’s the run down of the performances we saw, in order.

Kyabram Secondary College (Government):

These guys aren’t tooo far out from us. Country peoples as well, and public… we had no choice but to pick on them. Why? Because we knew half the band!

Uniform: Black & Whites, maroon vest, ribbon ties for chicks and bow ties for guys… ew.

Their performance: For a start, they played pieces that were NOT on the list for the festival. That’s a no-no. Popular music, film scores and other such fun stuff is not allowed. We have Pirates of the Caribbean too, and they played it… hmmm… crap. No rhythm, no tone… hilarious guys but. We laughed at the Wild Thornberry’s together…

Cheerwise: Moderately alright. They were loud. And rowdy. Like us, really…

Thornbury Darebin Secondary College (?):

Uniform: Can’t remember.

Their performance: Okay… there were a few dodge notes, listening to our recording I know we had them too… its nerves. Glare at the person next to you, they get the blame. Unless you play something insane… like the oboe, or bassoon. These guys weren’t quality entertainment musically…

… but we did shout out to “Eliza” a couple of times (ie- the children’s show, The Wild Thornberry’s…. hilarious lot we are…). Another such moment, us and Kyabram calling out to their afro-headed trumpet player… nicknamed Guy, by us. Conducted by the matchstick man… heh heh.

Cheerwise: This lot left the audience hall before we went in. I don’t know.

Presbyterian Ladies College (Private):

Gah! People playing Tuba should NOT, I repeat NOT wear skirts, and NOT sit on the edge of the row! I swear, each of these girls had a ten foot pole up her backside, which comes from going to a Melbourne Private school (Shhhhh…. Don’t tell ‘em I said that, they’ll sick their lattes onto me! Noooooooo!).

Uniform: Their school uniform. Blazers, kilts, stockings all the same hue… everything. I swear, they all had their teeth painted identical.

Performance: Musically, they were brilliant. Seemingly perfect tone, tuning, rhythm… but they had no heart. As Brian (our conductor) said once, a lot of these poor people are shoved into playing an instrument against their will. The band was perfectly balanced, because they play according to what is required for balance, not according to “I want to play this instrument, because I think it looks kick-arse!”. Poor guys… imagine having to actually practice!!! I feel sorry for them, no... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3121602/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3121602/ Sat, 14 Aug 2004 04:18:25 PDT
1. Pumpkins do no scan on the register.

2. Never say you love someone if you really don't.

3. When confronted with a banana, screaming is probably a bad idea.

4. Bashing your computer only works on dispensable machines. Like school ones.

5. The coffee is either too hot, or too cold. And sometimes both.

6. School computers do not die, because you want them to.

7. The average life span of a maths teacher is equal to the attention span of his/her class.

8. Being used as a projectile weapon is not fun.

9. Throwing confectionary, however, is a lot of fun.

10. A lot is two words. ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3061214/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/3061214/ Fri, 06 Aug 2004 21:23:08 PDT
I bored something shocking.

ABOUT ME
Your full name:: Lillian Jayme Starre
Age:: 17
Height:: About 170cm
Natural hair colour:: No idea... is currently chocolate brown with blonde streaks. Originally some shade of brown...
Eye colour:: Grey/Blue
Glasses/contacts?:: Yes, reading glasses. I hate them.
Piercings:: Two in my ears.
Tattoos:: No.

FAVOURITE
Colour:: Blue, Red
Band:: Hmmm... Ben Folds Five, I love Elton, Queen, Meatloaf... I was born too late for music to early for Technology...
TV show:: Ummm.... eek? I hardly watch TV... Will and Grace, I guess.
Movie:: Currently.... King Arthur. Even though I haven't seen it yet.
Book:: The Discworld Series, The Axis Trilogy, The Belgariad, the Mallorean.... etc
Food:: At the mo... white chocolate freddo frogs.
Game on a cell phone:: Snake. You can't beat it.
Flower:: Roses or Lillies.
Animal:: Dragons? Birds, cats.
Cereal:: None!
Website:: DA, Trie, Kates, Yarra, Hal, Drac.. am I missing anything???
Cartoon:: Garfield.

DO YOU
Play an instrument?:: Clarinet (Bb Soprano and Bass), Trumpet, Piano, Recorder, Harmonica, Saxophone (Alto, Tenor and Baritone), Flute. I think the answer is yes.
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:: I barely watch two!
Have a job?:: Yes. Supermarket Cashier and Cafe Service.
Have a cell phone?:: Yes. It's called a mobile!
Like to play sports?:: No way.
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:: Dumped him on tuesday.
Have a crush on someone?:: No.
Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:: Certainly do, Bruce.
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:: No way... only three.
Have any special talents/skills?:: I write.
Excercise daily?:: Never
Like school?:: Only to socialise.

CAN YOU
Sing the alphabet backwards?:: Noop
Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?:: It hurts... but almost.
Speak any other languages?:: I speak Millish, a language which allows me to understand Mil, I have a smattering of musical italian... but thats it.
Go a day without food?:: I have... and no one cared...
Stay up for more than 24 hours?:: Heaps of times.
Read music, not just tabs?:: I can't read bass, and I can't read tabs. I'm a treble person.
Roll your tongue?:: Shaa
Eat a whole pizza?:: Can barely get through a quarter of it.

HAVE YOU EVER
Snuck out of the house?:: I'm a good girl. No.
Cried to get out of trouble?:: Once... I think.
Gotten lost in your city?:: Dude, I got lost in K-Mart.. not recently, no. country girl, kinda hard.
Seen a shooting star?:: Only myself.
Been to any other countries?:: I think Tasmania counts... *grins*
Had a serious surgery?:: Yep. Lump removed from neck.
Stolen something important to someone else?:: Nah... only marbles from the marble box in grade 1.
Solved a rubiks cube?:: Yes... I picked the stickers off, and put them back on to show up my brother.
Gone out in public in your pajamas?:: Went to work, and changed there. Was hilarious.
Cried over a girl?:: I get upset when other people cry, but not in the lesbian sense.
Cried over a boy?:: A bit.
Kissed a random stranger?:: Dude... I have to do that one day....
Hugged a random stranger?:: That too...
Been in a fist fight?:: Uh uh.
Been arrested?:: No.
Done drugs?:: No.
Had alcohol?:: Nicola tried to get me drunk on tequila... everyone wants to see me drunk... even my parents!.
Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?:: Only Mr D Cola.
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?::Yes, and ended up stuck at the top floor of Okies, in Rundle Mall, Adelaide.
Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:: Yeah... stupid starting on Tuesday-like term three... that was in year 7, and our dog died the same day.
Swore at your parents?:: once.
Kicked a guy where it hurts?:: Wanted to plenty of times. I got me brother with a pool cue though....
Been in love?:: I thought I was. But no.
Been close to love?:: Yeah, I guess.
Been to a casino?:: Outside the door of the one on the Spirit of Tasmania. Thats as close as ever.
Ran over an animal and killed it?:: I don't drive yet, but I was in the car when we ran over my cat...
Broken a bone?:: Never...amazingly
Gotten stitches?:: Yes. Chin, and neck.
Made homemade muffins?:: Yummy! Yes!
Been to disneyland/disneyworld?:: No, I wanna.
More than 5 times?:: No.
Been to niagra falls?:: No.
Burped in someones face?:: No.

WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU
Brushed your teeth:: This morning.
Went to the... ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/2947152/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/2947152/ Fri, 23 Jul 2004 04:32:18 PDT
However, it went a little like this.

6.45am: Lillie is woken to get ready for school.

7.00am: Lillie drags herself out of bed after being threatened with no computer for the rest of the week. I am not a good artist person, I live not for my art, but for my computer.

8.10am: Bleary eyed, and ready to yell at younger siblings, Lillie lines up at bus stop that is freezing cold, and gets on Lemnos bus.

8.20am: Changes to a different bus, because bus people like to make life difficult.

8.35: Walks into library for regular game of ted, and is pulled into the library office by librarian not-so-evil-as-fat-cow-librarian.

I had my jumper on backward. Bottle green woollen jumper, backwards and inside out. Bum, I say. Bum indeed.

That was wednesday.. we had cake then too, for Mick's birthday. Another incident in the library followed that actually..

You see, I am a student of a government school. You know, the real rowdy ones. Anyway, in order to but a cake, you need a knife. Instead of finding Mr Sargant, and trying to get one from the staffroom, I decided I would bring my own.

All was well, we ate cake and it was yummy (not Yammy). I licked the butter knife I'd brought clean, wiped it on the bag, and stuck it in my pocket, because my locker was too far to walk to, and we went into the library for yet another round of card games.

The librarian, evil one this time, tapped me on the shoulder not long after that.

'What are you trying to sneak past us now?' she says.

The bloody thing had fallen out of me pocket! Argh! ]]> ~Mousie122 http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/2924049/ http://Mousie122.deviantart.com/journal/2924049/ Tue, 20 Jul 2004 04:49:25 PDT
Today, I woke up, which was fortunate, because it is rather difficult to catch a bus when you're fast asleep. A lot more difficult than passing Psychology, let me tell you that! At any rate, I nearly passed out infront of the fire (that would have made twice this year, but it didn't, because I sat down before I hit the bricks, and came to before I went out).

I decided breakfast was probably a good idea for someone who is liable to faint from low bloody sugar. I had a cuppa. With four sugars.

Somehow, I made my way out to the bus... 2 kilometres in 1 degree cold. Those of you who are currently sunning yourselves on beaches, I hate you. I could hardly see the bus coming, because of the fog.

School, as school is, was quite boring. I met up with the usuals, Mil, Shezza, Trent, Mick.. and played a few cardgames (you so can't go past Ted, man..) relishing in the warmth of the library, before we had to go to homegroup, and from there, class.

First up, double English. Macbeth.. I love it! Seriously, the rest of my class (bar Shezz and Betty 2) hates it, and I just love it! Maybe I'm weird..

Art was third, after recess.. art is art. In English, I want to draw. In Art, I want to write. SOMEONE PLEASE SORT ME OUT! I'm going mental here! No... wait, I AM mental. My bad.

Oh! Oh! Homegroup! We played General Trivia against HG 26, (we're HG 25), and got our backsides tanned raw. So unfair.. we usually play them in pictionary, and the scores are reversed. So unfair, Vecchio was cheating, I swear!

After lunch, eeeek, IT. Mr Jones, and his evil eMacs. Who else here hates Macintosh computers??? Urgh! Stupid evil, dumb, nasty, horrible, *string of nasty words* THINGS! I had me macros recorded, and then Excel froze.

Actually, no. Me and Mick and Mil were playing around, making the biggest numbers we could on the spreadsheet, and carrying on, printing 60+ pages on the printer... mucked up my sheet so much I decided it was better to just close without saving the changes. But the above is what I told Mr Jones, and he was so sympathetic....

... NOT!

Then I worked, walked alll the way to Festies, and worked for two hours in the Cafe... urgh, I still smell like coffee!

That, was my day. Thankyou.

Mousie ]]> ~Mousie122