Happy Easter everyone!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Friday, March 22, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Lazy Girl Is Doing It Right.
In case any of you doubt my suitability to write this post, considering its title, please note that I write this while I lie in bed, wearing undies and an oversized t-shirt, knowing full well that I would not be writing a post at all, if it weren't for the Blogger app on my phone.
This week was not a pleasant week. It wasn't a particularly bad week, now that I look back retrospectively, but I certainly didn't enjoy it. Lesson #1: if your mental breakdown occurs within the first half of the week, it becomes imperative that you brace yourself for a terrible week thereafter. This I now know.
I think it all started with a literature SAC, or an important test, for anyone clueless in regards to Victorian educational jargon. The book, let me tell you, was rubbish. And this is coming from a passionate reader and writer, who endeavours to read as widely as possible. While I won't bother mentioning titles or launching into a review, I'll just let it be understood that I did not enjoy the book. If it weren't for the writers fabulous use of literary techniques, I might truthfully have paper cut myself to death. Truly.
So, being the Lazy Girl, I left the reading of the book until the very last minute. Literally. Wikipedia- bless it and its creators- enabled me to breeze through class discussions and practice essays by allowing me to completely fabricate my knowledge of the text. However, I knew it was probably best to read the book for myself before the SAC.
And so, with the SAC commencing this morning at 8.55am, I concluded that godforsaken book at 8.30pm on Wednesday night. Giving me only one day to consolidate knowledge and prepare. Well done, Lazy Girl, that's the way to go.
I can't be entirely sure of the content of my essay, nor can I be sure whether I really responded to the topic; however, when I left that classroom at 10.30am this morning, two things were bleedingly obvious: 1. I was going to set that book on fire as soon as I arrived home, and 2. I had most likely developed carpal tunnel in my right hand.
On arriving home, I remembered I'd promised my mother I would help her at her afternoon job, which involves cleaning a local school just across the freeway from my house. Not too bad, but certainly not too good on a day as mind-numbingly hot as today.
I felt myself generate tablespoons, cups, litres of sweat just standing in that damned aircon-less classroom, wondering how in God's name children were supposed to be able to concentrate.
When it came time to vacuum, however, Lazy Girl was not impressed. Lesson #2: never ever reproduce. Children have absolutely no concept of tidiness, and it is impossible to successfully vacuum an area of carpet covered with minuscule scraps of colourful paper, especially when the tiny pieces just become tangled in the plush surface of the aforementioned carpet.
Lazy Girls solution? Put a chair over the area.
Solved.
Don't tell me I never help you.
So anyway, the evening concluded with Lazy Girl (who, should I mention, is also Broke, Tired and Sweaty Girl, thanks to the influencing circumstances) making a little trip down to the shops. For what? Who cares? It was a shit week, I would have bought a cheese grater and have been happy about it.
But alas, Lazy Girl didn't need to settle for a cheese grater, because she found a nifty new purse- a purse she had been looking for for months. It ticked all the boxes, AND had a nice little single digit price. And after a crapbag of a week, $9 is damn okay with me.
Taking my soon-to-be buddy to the counter, I was even more overjoyed to hear the cashier announce that "oh, this ones down to $5 now."
Win.
Lazy Girl gets a purse, Broke Girl does a little dance.
And so concludes my week, as annoying and as unpleasant as it was. And as I lie here in bed in my underwear and t-shirt, contemplating all manner of deep and meaningful things, such as how in the world I manage to have a boyfriend, to what I might have for dinner tomorrow night, I realise that being lazy probably doesn't have all that many perks, but that truly, I am too lazy to change.
P.S- while vacuuming one of the classrooms, I found $2 on the ground which I picked up and put into my bra for safekeeping. Of course, I forgot about it, and later when I took off my bra to have a shower, I was rather alarmed by the little shiny gold disc glued to my boob with Friday afternoon sweat. Upon realising it was a $2 coin, life became a little more wonderful. That, and I felt like a hooker. Oh, how I love rediscovering money that I've stashed away in places.
The end.
This week was not a pleasant week. It wasn't a particularly bad week, now that I look back retrospectively, but I certainly didn't enjoy it. Lesson #1: if your mental breakdown occurs within the first half of the week, it becomes imperative that you brace yourself for a terrible week thereafter. This I now know.
I think it all started with a literature SAC, or an important test, for anyone clueless in regards to Victorian educational jargon. The book, let me tell you, was rubbish. And this is coming from a passionate reader and writer, who endeavours to read as widely as possible. While I won't bother mentioning titles or launching into a review, I'll just let it be understood that I did not enjoy the book. If it weren't for the writers fabulous use of literary techniques, I might truthfully have paper cut myself to death. Truly.
So, being the Lazy Girl, I left the reading of the book until the very last minute. Literally. Wikipedia- bless it and its creators- enabled me to breeze through class discussions and practice essays by allowing me to completely fabricate my knowledge of the text. However, I knew it was probably best to read the book for myself before the SAC.
And so, with the SAC commencing this morning at 8.55am, I concluded that godforsaken book at 8.30pm on Wednesday night. Giving me only one day to consolidate knowledge and prepare. Well done, Lazy Girl, that's the way to go.
I can't be entirely sure of the content of my essay, nor can I be sure whether I really responded to the topic; however, when I left that classroom at 10.30am this morning, two things were bleedingly obvious: 1. I was going to set that book on fire as soon as I arrived home, and 2. I had most likely developed carpal tunnel in my right hand.
On arriving home, I remembered I'd promised my mother I would help her at her afternoon job, which involves cleaning a local school just across the freeway from my house. Not too bad, but certainly not too good on a day as mind-numbingly hot as today.
I felt myself generate tablespoons, cups, litres of sweat just standing in that damned aircon-less classroom, wondering how in God's name children were supposed to be able to concentrate.
When it came time to vacuum, however, Lazy Girl was not impressed. Lesson #2: never ever reproduce. Children have absolutely no concept of tidiness, and it is impossible to successfully vacuum an area of carpet covered with minuscule scraps of colourful paper, especially when the tiny pieces just become tangled in the plush surface of the aforementioned carpet.
Lazy Girls solution? Put a chair over the area.
Solved.
Don't tell me I never help you.
So anyway, the evening concluded with Lazy Girl (who, should I mention, is also Broke, Tired and Sweaty Girl, thanks to the influencing circumstances) making a little trip down to the shops. For what? Who cares? It was a shit week, I would have bought a cheese grater and have been happy about it.
But alas, Lazy Girl didn't need to settle for a cheese grater, because she found a nifty new purse- a purse she had been looking for for months. It ticked all the boxes, AND had a nice little single digit price. And after a crapbag of a week, $9 is damn okay with me.
Taking my soon-to-be buddy to the counter, I was even more overjoyed to hear the cashier announce that "oh, this ones down to $5 now."
Win.
Lazy Girl gets a purse, Broke Girl does a little dance.
And so concludes my week, as annoying and as unpleasant as it was. And as I lie here in bed in my underwear and t-shirt, contemplating all manner of deep and meaningful things, such as how in the world I manage to have a boyfriend, to what I might have for dinner tomorrow night, I realise that being lazy probably doesn't have all that many perks, but that truly, I am too lazy to change.
P.S- while vacuuming one of the classrooms, I found $2 on the ground which I picked up and put into my bra for safekeeping. Of course, I forgot about it, and later when I took off my bra to have a shower, I was rather alarmed by the little shiny gold disc glued to my boob with Friday afternoon sweat. Upon realising it was a $2 coin, life became a little more wonderful. That, and I felt like a hooker. Oh, how I love rediscovering money that I've stashed away in places.
The end.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Hello? Are You All Still Here?
Oh my, how long it has been.
Although February was without a doubt one of the best months in a long time, it was also undeniably the busiest- which has consquently led to my lack of blogging and complete absence from Jack's House.
Being terribly ashamed at my apparent lack of commitment and time management skills, I'm also very sad. It has been a very, very long time since I have let an entire month go by without a single blog post.
For this reason- among many others- I do not know where else to begin, but with an apology.
I suck, I know.
But I promise it wont happen again- pinky promise, even- and those things are serious.
Please stick around, I'll be back very soon.
Much love, X
Although February was without a doubt one of the best months in a long time, it was also undeniably the busiest- which has consquently led to my lack of blogging and complete absence from Jack's House.
Being terribly ashamed at my apparent lack of commitment and time management skills, I'm also very sad. It has been a very, very long time since I have let an entire month go by without a single blog post.
For this reason- among many others- I do not know where else to begin, but with an apology.
I suck, I know.
But I promise it wont happen again- pinky promise, even- and those things are serious.
Please stick around, I'll be back very soon.
Much love, X
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