Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
To being 19!
It is exactly 1 month until my 20th birthday. My last month of teenage-hood. wow. Today I made 5 minute bread all by myself-ground the flour, mixed it, let it rise, shaped it, baked it, cut it, savoured it...mmm. I swam 150m at the sea baths, made apple crumble, washed dishes, hung out laundry, caught up with my dear granticus, read The Book of Mormon and played a smidge of piano. I'm going to make every moment count. I have loved my life so far and am so excited to see how the rest of it unfolds. And so it begins.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
it's an overcast and humid thursday evening...
And so it was, I found myself rinsing sweet potato soup out of a towel over our laundry sink. Poor mum. It's been a tough day, I'd been out so she decided to take dinner into her own hands and made her delicious sweet potato soup only to have it artistically spill over the southwest corner of our kitchen floor. Quote: 'Saaarrrahhh....if I ate chocolate would you give me one now? I think I need one....' I decided to laugh at the situation as sometimes the only thing you can do is laugh. Well it can't get any worse than having the past hour's work which would feed your hungry family leap out of your hands and onto the floor. Well it kind of did get worse but mum doesn't know yet. I was taking pictures of the spillage-the colours were lovely-the orange soup against our green pantry paintwork, the shape of the splash...ADVICE TO ALL PHOTOGRAPHERS: ALWAYS HAVE THE LITTLE SAFETY STRAP AROUND YOUR WRIST AND DON'T LAUGH TOO HARD WHEN TAKING PHOTOS. Yeah, I kinda dropped the camera on it's lens. It still works but the lens cover doesn't fully close. I'm going to break it to mum either when she's recovered enough to handle it and not kill me or when I get it fixed in which case I just need to pray she doesn't want to use it til I get a chance to have it seen to. (ouch to my mission fund *cringe*)
I have a whole box of rerrero rochers-a whole box of bribery. I have complete control over my little brothers. I told Jaikozu not to breathe and he started holding his breath. [don't worry I let him breathe again. I won't abuse my power...much.]
Just wanted to let you know I am incredibly happy and have been for the past month.
My friend the Roman General loves Taylor Swift so presently I am listening to a few of her creations. Very formulatic and all her songs seem the same but she seems to be getting an almost twilight-esque following. I'm staying neutral for now whilst I try to see what draws people in. I have to admit it's not what I normally listen to so I'm trying to stay open minded.
Just gotta go check if the oven is hot enough to put the bread in. Mama discovered this fantastically quick and delicious and easy bread recipe so I thought I'd cook some from the dough she'd made whilst she's dropping elle at work.
bread in the oven!
I ate a whole cucumber. i love cumumbers.
On tuesday I wore a red gypsy dress and danced on our dining table and on our front lawn in the freshly rained on grass to Jewish tunes. When the time comes for me to purchase a dining room table for my future home I shall have to dance on it for confirmation of it being the right one. the piano accordian and violin weave together to create music for the soul.
I have a whole box of rerrero rochers-a whole box of bribery. I have complete control over my little brothers. I told Jaikozu not to breathe and he started holding his breath. [don't worry I let him breathe again. I won't abuse my power...much.]
Just wanted to let you know I am incredibly happy and have been for the past month.
My friend the Roman General loves Taylor Swift so presently I am listening to a few of her creations. Very formulatic and all her songs seem the same but she seems to be getting an almost twilight-esque following. I'm staying neutral for now whilst I try to see what draws people in. I have to admit it's not what I normally listen to so I'm trying to stay open minded.
Just gotta go check if the oven is hot enough to put the bread in. Mama discovered this fantastically quick and delicious and easy bread recipe so I thought I'd cook some from the dough she'd made whilst she's dropping elle at work.
bread in the oven!
I ate a whole cucumber. i love cumumbers.
On tuesday I wore a red gypsy dress and danced on our dining table and on our front lawn in the freshly rained on grass to Jewish tunes. When the time comes for me to purchase a dining room table for my future home I shall have to dance on it for confirmation of it being the right one. the piano accordian and violin weave together to create music for the soul.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
"I DO UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!"
For the first time in my life I walked into my bedroom and did not recognise it. Did not realise it was my room. It was exactly how I left it last wednesday yet when I walked in my mind questioned where I was.
Hello. This is Ess. You may not remember me but I actually am the author of this blog. Long time no talk. I feel....not as I'd like. I'm....not in the place I'd like to be. I'm still living in the past 5 days, trying to forget this afternoon's regrets. Why so blue? To lose one's temper is a frightening thing. I don't do it often-I can't even remember the last time I got angry-->anger doesn't seem to be an emotion I possess in any great abundance. Until this afternoon when I slipped in one quick, powerful, painful burst of firery retort. I'm not an angry person so that outburst scared me, frustrated me, shocked me. No sooner had I yelled those 3 words, slammed my sister's door, dropped my unicycle and ran downstairs to my room, the tears came and I collapsed on the floor sobbing. This wasn't the post i planned on writing. I had envisioned a bright happy refletive piece of prose praising how great the Brisbane 2009 YSA Convention was. Instead my afternoon took a slightly different turn and here I am at 10.49pm blogging through a range of emotions. When you consider yourself a happy lighthearted person it's a hard blow when you discover anger, pain, guilt and regret. Oh, and to add to it all I watched the very last episodes of Doctor Who with David Tennent this evening and once again went on a rollar coaster of emotions (those who don't know Doctor Who can not understand what this entails...imagine seeing a close friend gradually lose all that they have and then lose themselves....yeah, we don't have tv so the precious tv shows we watch on youtube are dear to our hearts...) I'm in a state of disreality...it's time to move foreward and embrace 2010...yet I seem to still be in Queensland. I'm meant to call work when I get back...meaning I have to return to reality and responsibility. Goodbye holidays. I like my job, but I don't feel ready quite yet to return, but I know I must especially as I'm taking another week off being an EFY leader.
Time for something a bit lighter. jai observed elle's and mine outburst and whilst I was in my room he brought down my unicycle with his stand and wrote a note that I could borrow the stand. He also boosted my Christmas itunes voucher up to 4 songs. He has a big heart though puberty is giving his impulse control a working. Music heals. I'd like to testify to that right here and now. As I was in my state of disarray, my eyes turned to the piano accordian lying at the foot of my bed-the case having been closed for a very very long time. I decided to pull myslef off the floor and open that long forgotten case, pull the instrument out and sling the straps over my shoulders. I haven't gotten around to learning it properly yet but I used my little knowledge to start learning a song called Russian Nights. It's a mournful gypsy song and was exactly what I needed. And so I sat upon my bed learning a song which seemed to be stitching my wound up note by note. I love playing music yet it is a skill I sadly neglect and must become more dilligent before what little I have been given is taken away.
We never did end up mooing at cows, stopping off in the sun at the big banana, big prawn...Our roadtrip doesn't feel complete. Note to roadtrippers: phalanges (P) and White Picket Fence (WPF) are really good for stumping people in 'I spy'. Rina had me and joss guessing for many kilometres.
Well tommorrow is a brand new day so sleep I must. It's time to live, love, learn, and keep moving forward.
Hello. This is Ess. You may not remember me but I actually am the author of this blog. Long time no talk. I feel....not as I'd like. I'm....not in the place I'd like to be. I'm still living in the past 5 days, trying to forget this afternoon's regrets. Why so blue? To lose one's temper is a frightening thing. I don't do it often-I can't even remember the last time I got angry-->anger doesn't seem to be an emotion I possess in any great abundance. Until this afternoon when I slipped in one quick, powerful, painful burst of firery retort. I'm not an angry person so that outburst scared me, frustrated me, shocked me. No sooner had I yelled those 3 words, slammed my sister's door, dropped my unicycle and ran downstairs to my room, the tears came and I collapsed on the floor sobbing. This wasn't the post i planned on writing. I had envisioned a bright happy refletive piece of prose praising how great the Brisbane 2009 YSA Convention was. Instead my afternoon took a slightly different turn and here I am at 10.49pm blogging through a range of emotions. When you consider yourself a happy lighthearted person it's a hard blow when you discover anger, pain, guilt and regret. Oh, and to add to it all I watched the very last episodes of Doctor Who with David Tennent this evening and once again went on a rollar coaster of emotions (those who don't know Doctor Who can not understand what this entails...imagine seeing a close friend gradually lose all that they have and then lose themselves....yeah, we don't have tv so the precious tv shows we watch on youtube are dear to our hearts...) I'm in a state of disreality...it's time to move foreward and embrace 2010...yet I seem to still be in Queensland. I'm meant to call work when I get back...meaning I have to return to reality and responsibility. Goodbye holidays. I like my job, but I don't feel ready quite yet to return, but I know I must especially as I'm taking another week off being an EFY leader.
Time for something a bit lighter. jai observed elle's and mine outburst and whilst I was in my room he brought down my unicycle with his stand and wrote a note that I could borrow the stand. He also boosted my Christmas itunes voucher up to 4 songs. He has a big heart though puberty is giving his impulse control a working. Music heals. I'd like to testify to that right here and now. As I was in my state of disarray, my eyes turned to the piano accordian lying at the foot of my bed-the case having been closed for a very very long time. I decided to pull myslef off the floor and open that long forgotten case, pull the instrument out and sling the straps over my shoulders. I haven't gotten around to learning it properly yet but I used my little knowledge to start learning a song called Russian Nights. It's a mournful gypsy song and was exactly what I needed. And so I sat upon my bed learning a song which seemed to be stitching my wound up note by note. I love playing music yet it is a skill I sadly neglect and must become more dilligent before what little I have been given is taken away.
We never did end up mooing at cows, stopping off in the sun at the big banana, big prawn...Our roadtrip doesn't feel complete. Note to roadtrippers: phalanges (P) and White Picket Fence (WPF) are really good for stumping people in 'I spy'. Rina had me and joss guessing for many kilometres.
Well tommorrow is a brand new day so sleep I must. It's time to live, love, learn, and keep moving forward.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
and so time marches on. I do believe this blog is almost 1 year old...
I HAVE OFFICIALLY FINISHED MY FIRST YEAR OF UNIVERSITY. booh yeah. 3.5 months of summer holidays. I found myself a job too.
any reflections? I don't want to see the words globalisation, colonialism, or inequity for a very very long time. That and where do you find a waffle machine and recipe? Me and Lynnt want to hold a waffle party as they are a marvelous creation of mankind and way too expensive at Max Brennar. I find it hard to believe that this time last year I was holding out to read Twilight, getting ready for my formal, and had one original film under my/our belts. how things have a changed. It's also less then 4 months til I'm 20. yeah. I only have 4 months left of being a teenager and so I'm going to make the most of it. le gasp! THESE ARE MY VERY LAST SUMMER HOLIDAYS AS A TEENAGER! I'm hitting the 2oies just in time for uni. gasp gasp gasp gasp catch breath gasp gasp gasp etc. I'm going to be old and still look like a 16 year old. I wonder if I get to leave my pimples behind in teenhood-now that would be a sweet 20th birthday present.
any reflections? I don't want to see the words globalisation, colonialism, or inequity for a very very long time. That and where do you find a waffle machine and recipe? Me and Lynnt want to hold a waffle party as they are a marvelous creation of mankind and way too expensive at Max Brennar. I find it hard to believe that this time last year I was holding out to read Twilight, getting ready for my formal, and had one original film under my/our belts. how things have a changed. It's also less then 4 months til I'm 20. yeah. I only have 4 months left of being a teenager and so I'm going to make the most of it. le gasp! THESE ARE MY VERY LAST SUMMER HOLIDAYS AS A TEENAGER! I'm hitting the 2oies just in time for uni. gasp gasp gasp gasp catch breath gasp gasp gasp etc. I'm going to be old and still look like a 16 year old. I wonder if I get to leave my pimples behind in teenhood-now that would be a sweet 20th birthday present.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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