He moves from point to point with as little uproar as a jellyfish.

Tonight I'm going to a homeschool drama production that I'm not in :( It will be nice though; I love going to any kind of theatrical do (though the real fun's backstage) and I'll get to see some of my lovely peeps...

Spent the afternoon studying the Arthurian legend... and making a list of places to go when I finally get to England :-P
Reading The Mists Of Avalon at the moment for uni. Hate it. A lot. I'm probably not studying it for a while but it's such a ginormous book that I thought I might as well start it now. Icky silly book, with all it's dodgy pagan religious stuff. Blatantly contradicting its own views every few pages. I'll write a proper rant on it one of these days. Aaaand I hate all the characters. Not a fully fleshed out one yet, and I'm 160 pages in.

Now I must go and garb mineself in something a little more glamourous than my current outfit...

What with excellent browsing and sluicing and cheery conversation and what-not the afternoon passed quite happily.

It's just as well for two fellows to know the worst of one another before they begin to live together

Um diddy-diddy... A while ago I was faced for the first time (it might be happening again) with the possibility of maybe sharing the facilities at this my 'ome (I already sort of do - but Grandma and Grandad are mostly upstairs - and there are only visitors about 25% of the time) and as soon as I stopped panicking I was filled with a strange desire to write out a list like Holmes and Watson did when they moved in together at Baker Street. Things you should know before you live in the same house as me:

I sing. ALL THE TIME. Mostly musical theatre. I physically can't stop.

Sometimes I let things get really messy. And then I go crazy and clean everything. Will try not to let that happen in a communal space (the messy, not the cleaning, I mean).

Hate cigarettes. No smoking, ever.

Same goes for dogs. No noisy, smelly dogs please.

I get silly when I'm tired. I get grumpy when I'm hungry. But I'll always try to be polite.

I like communication. If I do something that makes you unhappy say so straight away.

Please like Doctor Who! Or at least let me have the tv for just one night a week :)

Sometimes I get up really early. Sometimes I stay up really late. There's no rhyme or reason really.

I will want to be your friend, just warning in advance.

*Yearns silently for homeschooler hippy commune*

“I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.” - Bill Watterson

I miss singing in choir! Darn it. I also miss drama; the golden years of The Last Stop and The Princess Bride! Although, as my darling Genevieve pointed out, I've never actually played a good guy/girl. My roles have always been thus: narrator, or bad guy - once both. Usually male. Which isn't really a compliment!
I feel quite cheated that I never got to sing my last solo with choir. Stupid cold, taking my voice away. Somebody should invite me back to perform! :-P Also quite curious to see the new teacher - in all the nine years (nine years! That's half my life!) that I was a part of 'Umbrella A Cappella' (as we used to call it) we had three teachers and they were all women. So a guy teacher is quite an intriguing idea. I don't think I've ever been taught by a guy in anything, come to think of it, except guitar. Which isn't really surprising for a homeschooler like myself.
I don't know a lot of guys, whilst we're talking in that vein, which is actually quite an embarrassing confession to make - I sound like quite the sheltered cotton-wrapped baby! But it is quite a problem in some ways - I don't know a lot about boys in general, besides what a girl can learn by studying her brothers! But with brothers you see basically the raw material - what guys are like, pretty much, in real life - brothers (mine, at least) don't bother to put on a big show and act all bizarre and stupid like non-related teenage boys do in social situations. So please, guys, just be honest and act like sane beings or you bore and confuse me annoyingly.

I've been keeping an interested eye (as I always do) on the friendships around me, and I've noticed something lately. We're all being a lot more vocal than of old. This, of course, stems from some of us being so much separated than we're used to - but this can't be the only reason. I sometimes lately feel like one of those near-death-experience folks who feel a deep need to go around hugging people and telling them I love them ever so much. Which is an impulse the world needs more of. I can't analyse it. So, 'although it's been said, many times, many ways', I love you all dearly. I love you, my friends, (and, if you're wondering sadly if I mean you, then, yes, I do).

You know who you are.

If I've ever had a three hour phone conversation with you then I really love you tons. Because unless I love you (or you're a call centre putting me on hold - which doesn't count) the conversation will last a functional five minutes. I hate phones.

If we've talked and talked into the small hours of the morning regardless of time, I. Love. You.

If you can make me laugh with just a twitch of your eyebrows and seem to read my mind, please know that I love you, dear.

If you know when to just keep hugging me, I love you. I miss you.

If you listen and understand me, I love you.Understanding bridges all the gaps - not that we have many.

More embarrassing confessions (perhaps I shouldn't blog late at night). I miss you all most of the time and wish we could all live in a great big hippie commune. I actually get nervous when you get new friends because I worry you'll not need me around. I am, seriously, right here if you need me. I think about you every day and pray for you. I love you.

It's A Joke, Nobody Knows: They've Got A Ticket To The Show...

I don't understand how or why these pictures arrange themselves... I just sit hopelessly by and watch them do so...

This is, by the way, Homeschooling Awesomeness at the Sydney Royal Easter Show, if you didn't know what was going on...

We Listened To It Twice, Coz The DJ Was Asleep...

Greetings from the sleepless side of Sydney... Just got back from a homeschool camping experience. My arms and legs are covered in mosquito bites, it rained the whole time and we weren't allowed a camp fire, but my darling friendies were there, so everything was good :) On the way up, we managed to turn an hour and a half trip into a five hour one because Mum thought relying on whereis.com would be more efficient than going back home for my GPS. I was lucky enough to be asleep for most of the five hours... but woke up in Gosford at 8.30pm wondering where the heck we were. I wish this computer had sound. Then I could keep up with my youtube subscriptions.

I need to go to bed. I must arise at 5.30am tomorrow morning and do the weekend's washing or my mother will slay me where I stand.

I wish I had a Jeeves to solve all my problems, make my tea and iron my shirts...