"And he remembered the water and how warm it felt and one of the guys doing a nudie run along the beach, and then they all stripped down to underwear and in the darkness he knew exactly where to find her, hadn't realised he was looking for her until his hand snaked out and grabbed her, their mouths connecting and tongues taking over while his brain was saying danger danger will robinson."
Sighs. I love this part of the novel. It highlights the failures of men to admit to others what they admit to themselves. Tom will not admit what Tara means and that pisses me off. Yes, they end up friends (or more? :0 ) but he never admits anything. Wish I could elbow a friend so he'd do differently. Poor Candis. Poor me.
Men (correction: manchilds) are impossible to deal with.
19 September, 2010
15 September, 2010
Below The Line.
This isn't just a normal youtube video. Using innovative technology it tells a story about you - Amy Miller - and how you ended extreme poverty.
No, Nick Allardice of the Oaktree Foundation. No. All I did was postpone the inevitable. I am not helping, no one is helping. We are headed for a lifetime of not caring and of nothing mattering. We are doing everything for nothing.
We are nothing, we change nothing.
No, Nick Allardice of the Oaktree Foundation. No. All I did was postpone the inevitable. I am not helping, no one is helping. We are headed for a lifetime of not caring and of nothing mattering. We are doing everything for nothing.
We are nothing, we change nothing.
11 September, 2010
Getting To Know You (Alice Writer)
UNTITLED – Concept Character
I had a twin sister once. Now I don’t. Because of one stupid, drunk driver I am alone. We didn’t look the same but we did have a twin bond. Spending nine months with someone’s leg wrapped around your arm that tends to happen to you.
Exams are important to me. It was so crucial for me to pass, to do really well. So I gave everyone a lecture.
“This is the Glen 20. Use it often, use lots. If you get me sick during Exam Week, I will kill you.
I hurt myself. I have cuts on my legs, scars on my arms. I’ve burnt myself and sliced through my own flesh. I can’t stand blood in movies but I can deal with my own pain and gore. I stabbed myself in the leg with a screwdriver one time.
The first time I was arrested was at a gay rights rally. Someone had attacked one of the gay marchers and it started a fight. Somehow it became my fault and I ended up in the back of a cop car. My parents weren’t impressed but they couldn’t do anything. I got away with everything after the accident.
My parents are good people but they are trying to fill the void. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and someone I’ve never met before is sleeping on the couch. I already live with nine strangers, four cats, seven koi fish, three lizards, a swearing cockatoo and two parents who always let me down.
I took a fourteen year old for an abortion. I’m anti-abortion but I look at it and ask myself “Which consequence could she live with? The baby or the abortion?” So I took her to the clinic and held her while she cried. I walked her from her hospital bed to the bathroom. I read her stories until she fell asleep. I rocked her in my arms like she would never be able to do with her child. I was there for her like no one else could be. I was there when I was needed, not when I felt like it.
I love my boyfriend but I know we have issues. We have a tough relationship but it works for us. We always scream at each other and I even tear his clothes but we are in love. He doesn’t like to talk about the accident and neither do I but he listens when I bring it up. Every time he kisses me I walk away. He’ll be holding me and I’ll look away before he tilts my face towards him and kisses me. I always let him but then I walk off and go somewhere else. I’ll lie on his bed typing letters to my sister and he’ll tell me how much he loves me. He’ll say I’m beautiful, that I mean everything to him. He even worked up the courage to say he loves me. I acted like I couldn’t hear him.
Got a good idea for the name of someone with a dead paternal twin named Alice?
I had a twin sister once. Now I don’t. Because of one stupid, drunk driver I am alone. We didn’t look the same but we did have a twin bond. Spending nine months with someone’s leg wrapped around your arm that tends to happen to you.
Exams are important to me. It was so crucial for me to pass, to do really well. So I gave everyone a lecture.
“This is the Glen 20. Use it often, use lots. If you get me sick during Exam Week, I will kill you.
I hurt myself. I have cuts on my legs, scars on my arms. I’ve burnt myself and sliced through my own flesh. I can’t stand blood in movies but I can deal with my own pain and gore. I stabbed myself in the leg with a screwdriver one time.
The first time I was arrested was at a gay rights rally. Someone had attacked one of the gay marchers and it started a fight. Somehow it became my fault and I ended up in the back of a cop car. My parents weren’t impressed but they couldn’t do anything. I got away with everything after the accident.
My parents are good people but they are trying to fill the void. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and someone I’ve never met before is sleeping on the couch. I already live with nine strangers, four cats, seven koi fish, three lizards, a swearing cockatoo and two parents who always let me down.
I took a fourteen year old for an abortion. I’m anti-abortion but I look at it and ask myself “Which consequence could she live with? The baby or the abortion?” So I took her to the clinic and held her while she cried. I walked her from her hospital bed to the bathroom. I read her stories until she fell asleep. I rocked her in my arms like she would never be able to do with her child. I was there for her like no one else could be. I was there when I was needed, not when I felt like it.
I love my boyfriend but I know we have issues. We have a tough relationship but it works for us. We always scream at each other and I even tear his clothes but we are in love. He doesn’t like to talk about the accident and neither do I but he listens when I bring it up. Every time he kisses me I walk away. He’ll be holding me and I’ll look away before he tilts my face towards him and kisses me. I always let him but then I walk off and go somewhere else. I’ll lie on his bed typing letters to my sister and he’ll tell me how much he loves me. He’ll say I’m beautiful, that I mean everything to him. He even worked up the courage to say he loves me. I acted like I couldn’t hear him.
Got a good idea for the name of someone with a dead paternal twin named Alice?
03 September, 2010
My Ass Is Numb
Yeah, let's go nuts and have a rant. I hate you, Mrs Kaplan. Or Mrs Koplon. YOUR ACCENT SUCKS. I hate you, Mrs Tonizzo. Why do you think I went and did Math in the Senior Centre? Because I hate people. I hate my friends. I hate all of you. You're so young and you keep making mistakes I'm begging you to let me teach you about. Like THAT young teen who is crushing on THAT older person. I hate my stepmum because she won't accept her failings. I hate my stepsister because she is incredibly rude and was being awful when she took over MY room. I hate my other stepsister because she is a snob and always finds fault. I hate everybody. I hate everything. I hate school because I'm actually struggling. I hate my Outdoor Ed and Literature class because those three days put me behind in every class. I hate Yuendumu, the remote Aboriginal community because I CAN FIND A MISSION MAP. I hate being so angry but I'm having such fun. I hate how I hit that kid and then sat him down for a chat and some advice on how to treat women. I hate how I ask questions of people I've never met. I hate myself and I hate my poetry and I hate the whole. Boom de ya dah.
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