Election woes

I remember once I was on a tour somewhere in Australia and the guide was an aboriginal man. Too many people had turned up to go on the tour. The man said "who goes home tomorrow, who needs to go on the tour today so they wont miss out?". Me and my family had got there late but we were going home tomorrow and we wanted to see the tour. Some of the people ahead of us in the queue allowed us to in front of them because we needed to go more or else we would miss out.
This is a real australian attitude. Allowing those in need to "jump the queue" because their needs are more important.
Never forget that "boat people" are people. Being from Brunswick I love multiculturalism, as it mean I get to enjoy delicious food and fantastic company.
This "queue" these nameless faceless "boat people" are jumping works like this; as long as you have enough money to be at the front YOU'RE IN! Thats not my view of how Australia is or was or even how it began, but it seems thats where we are going.

My Lucky Country

So anna, mum and I were once watching tv. On it a woman was talking about how young people shouldn't be able to be as involved in politics as they've never had a mortgage. Well this certainly did not go down well with us. This woman, about the same age as my mum, must have no idea what the future looks like for me and my generation, and not to mention our present. So I haven't got a mortgage, but i do face a large HEX debt, something whitlam allowed her to never have to worry about. I may not have a mortgage, this is true and I probably wont ever have one either as housing affordability for our generation is and will be horrendous. Yes I do not have a mortgage, she is right, therefore I have no pressing issues in my life? Youth problems, getting work, getting into and affording uni, affording a house... ect.
But really thats not what worries my generation. So I don't have a mortgage, but I will be living to see the effects of climate change, this woman will not. I will bring children into a world that deserves to be looked after, but under the rule of "those with mortgages" it is not.
My generation is part of a global community, this baby boomer "mortgage having" generation is not. These mortgage havers are too busy worry about there mortgages to worry about more pressing issues; poverty, 250 million people in slavery, the millions in war torn regions of the earth. This mortgage generation never grew up with the ability to see these people, so they don't. My generation can see these people.
I wont be able to vote this year. But hey, what would I know about anything? I dont have a MORTGAGE

Formal season is now over.

WHAT AN AWESOME 2 WEEKS

Year 12 is full of weird and wonderful adventures. Some of which are scary some of which are, not surprisingly, fun!

Lets just say I love formaling. Now let me explain...

The first two photos you can see are of my formal. The dress was AMAZING! Mum made it, with a bit of help from me. It (quite obviously) won most colourful. Angus and I also were awarded cutest couple along with my buddy liz and her date. All in all, an amazing night. Absolutely fabulous. I have discovered a love for dancing. I can tell you now that I plan to dance all night every night when I turn 18.

The other two photos were of Angus and I at my best buddies formal. Angus/ Angy escorted Jack (best friend since I was 3) and I, Helen/ Lionel escorted Alison (best friend since I was 2). As you can see we had a great time cross dressing and I took on some kid on the dance floor flouncing him out of the picture with my amazing MOOOOOVVVVVVESSSS.

OH what a year we are having so far!

MUM

I LOVE MY MUM!

Formal

2 formals coming up

First is my good buddies formal and angus and I are going dressed as our opposite genders, so far we have a dress for angus and I'm going to steal a jacket for my suit from my drama closet tomorrow.

For my own formal, which is coming up on tuesday next week, I have my mother working like a mule to make me an extravagant costume like dress (I'll post photos soon!)

I made some funky shoes with some cheap heals, superglue and sequins. ANNNNNND today I bought some of those COOL-AS feather eyelashes

FAIR TRADE

Yummy delicious chocolate at a great price that causes no one to be enslaved? That seems like a fair trade to me :D

Look out for the purple wrapper, cadburys Dairy Milk products are now FAIR TRADE! Please support this amazing company and make the move to fair trade by buying their Dairy Milk products, its about time one of the big companies decided to change there evil ways. For more info on Fair Trade and what that means go to http://www.fta.org.au/ AND PLEASE FIND OUT MORE.

Join them on facebook and become involved. Just because you cannot see the evils of slave labour taking place does not mean you are not involved in it.

Also the image I've posted is of the Fairtrade logo, look out for it!

CRAFTY!

I'm getting crafty.

YAY!

I also need to do my philosophy homework.

BLERGH!

I am sick today and I have just gotten back from a two day bike ride. Oh oh oh andddddd I am seeing predators today with my friendling sam:D

anywayz back to my craftiness I am doing some beady stuff. I'll take photos and post when its all done:D

Writing a story. Or trying to...

I'm writing a story. I've started a few things but they've been far too... "tomorrow when the war began", which I love but I cant just copy (sadly)

Any-who, there's one thing I really want to write but I'm not sure if it's the time to yet. I'll get back to you on that one.

Anyway heres one of my best poems, written at Angus's work (red rooster)

two fat men eating

At the end of the tub

of who knows what

he scraps with well rehearsed

well practiced

expertise

He puts it in his mouth

quickly

licking his fingers

disgusting, yes, but

precise also,

an action that has been

perfected, well rehearsed,

well practiced

The other speaks through

greasy lips, gutturally

from deep down in the huge

expanse of his

round center

Though its filtered through

a ruined throat,

one can just imagine pieces of lunch of

yesterday wedged in next to

afternoon tea, dinner and dessert

Dripping

waiting for room to clear

in the enormous insides

The first suck the extras

from between his teeth

he packs away his containers

with that same

well rehearsed, well practiced

Preciseness

The second rolls around on his seat

perhaps uncomfortable,

waiting for his unpredictable bowels

to move

He speaks again and the guttural

voice returns

now even more distorted by the recent

not quite ingestions

They irritate me

with the way the have become

like its natural

they get up to leave and as they stand

I feel as if I am the chairs they were

sitting on

released of a hugely unwanted weight

CLEAN(ish) ROOM, NEW (old) POEM

Mother and I have cleannnnnnneeeeeedddddddddd

so in celebration here is one of my poems:D

SLEEPY

Eyelids fall, weighted by sleepiness

as hard as we try

there is no way to stay awake

we trudge home and

heads fall, weighted by

sleepiness

as hard as we try

There is no way to stay awake

then we toss and turn

time passes, aggravated by

sleepiness

as hard as we try

try is no way to sleep