Where Is My Mind?

My demonic two year old brother has a new friend. It's a chicken. 

My family brought chickens last week as they wanted to have fresh, organic, free range eggs. My brother has become a little obsessed with one chicken in particular. 

It started out innocently enough he would go with my Dad to lock up the chickens at night and collect eggs, taking joy in harrassing and scarring the poor, little chickens. But soon one chicken caught his eye and the next thing I know he is refferring to it as his "friend" telling it "I miss you" and carrying it around like a teddy bear. This is only half of it though, this morning I walk outside to find my brother riding his little plastic bike with a trailor connected on the back. Three guesses what divine creature was sitting in the cart/trailor thing. Yes, it was the chicken. I think he has traumatised the chicken though as it was completely still and did not protest one bit that a bratty two year old was carting it around whole backyard. That poor, poor chicken. 

Crap. I can hear chicken noises. He must have brought the damn chicken in the house, again. Why, God? What did I ever do to deserve this. 

This has gone beyond the normal level of weirdness that I have grown accustomed to.

It has been so long since I have been on LJ. Too long. But it isn't my fault, my stupid computer chucks a spaz whenever I try and upon up the page. If I could survive without the use of my computer I think I would be a much happy, healthier, slightly less neurotic, person. Too bad I have withdrawal symptoms only after one whole day.

Fathers day right? Well I completely forgot about it. I did manage to remember and quickly grunt a "happy father's day" to my lovely father at about 1:30pm. I know, I am a fabulous daughter. I actually have this twisted logic that I should be the one getting all the praise seeing as without me being alive he wouldn't be a father(let's just forget about my brothers, they don't count anyway). My dad doesn't care about these sorts of things so I highly doubt he was all torn up inside because he didn't get a present. This is not me being harsh, my dad is just like that. 

This weekend has been extremely dull though, I went out for bad chinese food last night. I don't know why people insist on trying new places. What's wrong with sticking to what you know. At least you know what to expect. I think there are two types of people in the world, those that embrace the known and those that embrace the unknown and new. I definitely know which category I fall under. How bout you?

One more thing, a father can't own a day right? So where (if there is any) does the comma lie? Is it fathers or fathers' . I suck at gramma. Anybody know ? (Yes I am a clueless idiot - I just thought I would say it first)

My brother just bought a three thousand dollar gold necklace for himself...What a douche.

I got ridiculously ripped off today. I went to my school's book shop because I needed a new exercise book for maths and ended up paying $4.00 for an A4 spiral notebook. I seriously don't know who is crazier, the school for setting the price or me for forking out the money. Does that seem expensive? Maybe it's because I am living off a couple of dollars and a packet of gum that this bothers me so much. 

Speaking of money... I saw this article in The Age about all the hype surrounding the release of the iPhone. Apparently people are so desperate to get an iPhone there are websites such as buymeaniphone.com where people rally for donations. So what do you guys say, are you willing to donate to the Sarah-needs-a-new-phone-cause-her-old-one-is-a-piece-of-crap-and-two-tin-cans-and-a-bit-of-string-would-probably-be-more-reliable fund. No? Okay, well I can't say I didn't try.

I read 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' yesterday and am reading 'The Taming of the Shrew' today. I bought a few books by The Bard a little while back and have only just gotten around to reading them now. I have to be in the right mood to read Shakespeare. Coincidentally they were playing the movie 'Kiss Me Kate' on TV today, I didn't watch it all as my father decided to change the channel to wrestling. Cause watching men fling chairs at each other in tiny scraps of spandex is soo macho. 

I had to go to my cousins 5th birthday party last night. I tried to get out of it. I really really tried. But alas no, I was forced into socially interacting with members of my family. Strange thing happened though, my aunty's friend, Rommie- my cousins godmother and look alike Desperate Housewives reject- approached me...the conversation is as follows. 

Rommie: I love the way you speak

 I'm Baffled. How the hell does one respond to that? 

Rommie: You really articulate your words. 

My mother who is standing in close vicinity is looking extremely smug and has to add her two cents worth. 

Mother: She talks like a snob. 

I glare at mother dearest. 

Rommie: Well would you rather she spoke like a Bogan? 

My mother then makes some comment about years of private school and the conversation teeters off. 

This was suprising as 

a) I don't think I said more then 3 words the entire night. 

and b) My mother has brought up the topic of how I speak on several occasions claiming I talk like a snob. The fact that somebody else made a similar comment just validates her point. 

I personally think I talk normally.

Oh, also Happy Birthday to Katie

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once again. I got you your virtual cake. Enjoy!

I had my first 'real' exam today. By 'real' I mean it counts 33% of my final score for that subject. I'm thinking of holding a pity party for after I get the results, anyone want to come? All you need to bring is your own-self-misery and be prepared to wallow the night away! Sounds grand. 

In other news.. wait-what am I talking about I don't have other news. Only that my cousin is visiting for a few days...she is one of the less weird/spastic cousins in my family (I have approx 18 cousins) so it's been ok. We went to DFO after my exam today, the cousin needed to buy a dress for a Football Ball (boy that sounds weird), normally I try and avoid places like that but today I braved the world of discounted designer stores. I managed to lose the cousin and my mother (accidentally, of course) and after spending half an hour trying to find them again I sat on one of the couches and did some people watching. The bright side to an otherwise dull day was that I managed to score a Broken Social Scene album from JB Hi-Fi. Yay for me!

I'm so bored, I swear I have checked my flist 10 tens at least in the last 15 minutes. 

I went out to dinner tonight with some family friends. What a disaster. A note to everybody: 2 year olds are not meant to be taken out into society. It was freakin terrible, the only good thing about the night was that we had thai food, which I love. Here are some of the reasons why the night sucked....

1.  My father decided he was going to be more obnoxious then usual. 

2. My brother decided it would be fun to run around the restaurant and harass other patrons. Seriously,  a couple asked to move to a different seating section.

3. Twenty minutes into dinner my friends mum gets a phone call saying her grandmother has died. She coped OK with the news but her younger sister was very emotional. 

So, yeah. Aha! I just thought of the perfect thing I could do to curb my boredom: study for my psychology exam on wednesday....hmmm....umm....yeah...maybe not.

Which path will you choose......

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I started having trouble seeing the white board in maths a couple of weeks ago, so I asked my mum to book me in for an eye examination. I went to the optometrist last night and the diagnosis was.....I'm short sighted. So I am now the proud owner of a pair of glasses ( well not exactly, I get them in 10 days). I was a bit wary of telling my father as he thinks glasses are a "scam". The first thing he said when I told him was, "your brothers got glasses and I never see them wearing theirs". This is true. I didn't even mention the price to him, each lens was $82 and then there was a $90 fee for something, plus the cost of the frames which were very expensive. Let's just hope that they benefit me in some way (i.e I can see the white board in maths)

Just finished my Psychology SAC and am feeling suprisingly OK about it. This means that maybe the 5 1/2 hour lecture at Monash that I went to and the subsequent brain numbing after it wasn't a complete waste! ....Or the test was really easy, anyway lets not dwell on negatives. The good thing is I exited a SAC and didn't want to immediately gouge my eyes out with toothpicks, so YAY! 

My brother is coming home tonight *joy*, which means I will most likely have to endure one of my parents standard discussion about what he wants to do with his life (he turned 19 a couple of weeks ago). Is that wrong, to be 19 and be completely unsure about what you want to do with yourself? I personally don't think it is that big of a deal that he isn't in Uni or  doesn't know what career path he wants to take. If he was say 30 and still doing what he is doing now then that would be a different story. Thoughts?

10:26 am 

My mother is scrap booking. 

My father is sleeping. 

My youngest brother is screaming that he wants the "dgigobgou" on the "t" (meaning he wants to watch the Wiggles/ Shrek/Thomas the tank engine etc.) 

I am downloading music from a Beatle-esqe sounding indie rock band. 

A typical Sunday morning? 

ARGHHH!!!! - Sorry I need to vent. I missed my bus and have been stranded at school for 40 minutes. Why O why must I live so far away?

 

First LJ post on my new account, YIPPEE!! It's about time too. I have been putting it off for a little while as I have been a tad busy with school stuff and I know how addictive these things can get. But it seems resistance was futile. 

My parents became "officially" insane a couple of weeks ago (they have been 'unofficially insane for quite a while but now I have concrete proof), they bought a pony. Yes,that's right a FREAKING PONY! My very own little pony. I am still perplexed as to why there is a pony wandering around in our paddock, I certainly don't want it and we know absolutely nothing about taking care of horses. The only reason they got it was to satisfy the devil child a.k.a my 2 year old brother. Anyway, we are now the joyful owners of a black pony called "Samson" or "simpson" as my brother likes to call it.

Two days after the arrival of the pony I was reading an article in the A2 that made me pee my pants and cry simultaneously. Here is a little extract, it's by Catherine Deveny a regular entertainment writer for the age. She basically bags out all of Australia's "fabulous" TV Shows...this is what she had to say about *cringes in disgust* Mcleods Daughters. 

".....So I watched three episodes of McLeod's Daughters. And it's terrible. But let's face it, I hated it before I turned it on. And you hate it, too, even though you've never watched it. And you hate the people who watch it, even though you've never met them. Don't worry, the people who watch McLeod's Daughters aren't reading this because they are having a sleepover at Cindy's place, straddling a broom and making horsey noises or writing, "I love ponies 4 EVA!!!!" on their folders....." 

That basically sums up my feelings towards ponies AND people who watch McLeods Daughters. I should sign off, media and history homework awaits. I am counting down the days till November 19th. Oh, and one more thing.....I LOVE PONIES 4 EVA!!!!!!!