Today I FINISHED high school. FTW!!

I have some pic spammm from our Valedictory Dinner. As soon as it was over darth_fez and myself and some of our friends went absolutely mental. Here's a snapshot that is photographic evidence of said stupor:



From the left we have: Isobel (non-ljfriend), darth_fez, Ju Bah (non-LJfriend) and me!

and here's a nice one, just so you know we're not totally retarded:



we have: Izzy, Me, Ju Bah and Fez.


And so tomorrow I'm off to schoolies, a drunken celebration of the end of school.

I'll have some fun images from that later on, I'm sure.


MUCH LOVE

Shell

An alarming number of things have occurred (given the time frame) since the last post. Finishing school is probably number one on the Significance List, and with that comes ten trillion other things. For instance, The Last Time I Will Walk Up Avoca Staircase and The Last Time I Will Tie My Shoelaces On These Particular Shoes and a whole lot of other "The Last Time...'s" which are equally as silly.

But the most interesting things that have happened since the last post are:
(1) I found out about the Con - I didn't get in. And I don't really mind that much. The letter was somewhat "blah blah blah, We don't have a place for you right now, blah blah, but audition next time so we can suck your dollarz, blah blah, the end", when really (and I have discussed this with darth_fez) all they need to do is send me a little scrap of paper saying "No". Granted, that's a little harsher, but I'd prefer it.
(2) Since discovering the con has "no place for me right now", I have really realised next year is going to feel very slow and sluggish. Everyone (bar darth_fez, I suppose -- THANKS FEZYLLLL *HUGG*) seems to immediately think I'm doing absolutely nothing with my life when I say I want to do music. They look at me like I'm crazy, and say "Where's that going to get you?", or, if they're a little less blunt, they nod politely and smile (but often cannot get the "She's crazy!" look out of their eyes before I notice it). So, next year (when I'm practising like a total nerd), is going to feel insanely slow. I'm going to feel like I'm getting nowhere. Can someone remind me about this post? I'll come read it and (the plan is...) feel motivated.
(3) Music dinner happened. And I cried, but after I left. I didn't want to cry, and that made me cry harder because I felt like a sook.
(4) Went defensive driving with a small group of people in my grade, including darth_fez. Which was TOTALLY awesome. Beep Beep, Toot toot!
(5) It's the last week of school.

And I cannot be bothered to number anymore.

There was a big, mother-of-all-storms that hit Brisbane yesterday night. Mum and I had been at the shops, and so we were driving home right in the middle of it. It was the scariest experience of my life, I thought I was going to die. You couldn't see anything, the car in front of us accidentally turned into the on-coming traffic lane of a highway, so luckily no one was driving, or that could've been very very bad. And our roof leaked. And we had no power. Actually, we still have no power (I'm at school right now - more on that later). Which is very bad; I wanted to watch Rove last night! Snow Patrol were performing "Take Back The City", and I really wanted to see it. It should be download-able. Anyhow, driving along the street today was... interesting. There were upturned trees everywhere, I'm going to take photos to picspam later today, then you can see the craziness.

I'm at school right now, coz we have final assembly today and they have power, and I need the internet and somehwere to charge my iPod up. I hope I don't cry... but it could get emotional. I always thought crying because school was finishing was a stupid thing, but now I think it's not -- it's a big change to get out into the real world. A good change, I'm sure, but also a big one. Plus, who am I kidding? I'm going to cry at some point, I am such a cryer.



Here ends my epic post.

My English teacher called me (ON THE TELEPHONE) to make me turn in my assignment on turnitin.com, a site which monitors assignments and whatnot to make sure they're not plagarised. But, at that stage, I knew my assignment wasn't plagarised because I hadn't exactly written it. Him calling me would not have been nearly as bad if he didn't have such a disturbing voice. I felt very a little scared.

So I've just finished & submitted a fifteen minute oral, which I wrote in 1 hour. I feel very impressed, because it's a whole term's work done in an hour.... if only I'd started earlier.

Ah, but procrastination is so much fun.

Of course, I'd feel much much better if I hadn't had to endure the Phone Call. Which lasted thirty seconds. I'm pretty sure I hung up on him accidentally. Well, I mean, I didn't know if we were finished or not. I was just like... okay, yep, bye. *END PHONE CALL OF DOOM*

He just has a really freaky voice.


AHHHH!
I think I'll have nightmares now.

Today I experienced a very, very awkward moment indeed.

I was walking along, minding my business, when I noted a car parked on the side of the road opposite from the side I was on. Usually, I wouldn't find a car so interesting, but this car had it's headlights on, so I squinted to see if anyone was in the car. I saw someone, but it was hard to see through the tinted glass, so I kept staring. I finally saw exactly what was going on in the car.
Thus, my poor eyes were exposed to SECKS! (well, not rly) rather heated displays of affection.
I was stunned for a second too long, because just as I drew the conclusion, the couple seemed to feel eyes on them, and looked directly at me.
I lowered my head and continued walking, wishing I didn't have eyeballs.
Now some couple down the road think I'm a pervert.
Oh no!

To completely change the subject:
You often read in Harry Potter fanfic about magic (big surprise that one). For instance, Lily gets up in the morning, has a shower, and magically dries her hair.

Having being exposed to this, I wish magic existed - if only so I could magically dry my hair.

It takes me half an hour to blow-dry my hair. I'm just sayin'... it'd be a lot easier.



Also, magic might mean that I didn't have to do exams. I'm really dreading tomorrow....
MATHS. ack.

So tonight it seems it's my turn for the emotional breakdown. It goes something like this:



Michelle & parents are at dinner, eat dinner etc.

Michelle mentions how Churchie (boys school.) Music Extension Class invited us to attend a concert with them, in which we perform random songs... or... something. I told them how I didn't want to do this because it was our teacher's way of trying to show off, and I was not at all for this.

Parents take it differently, bundle it up, and make it into a huge big deal (something I believe only parents themselves can ever truly master).

It ends up with: "You're depressed, you have wrong mental ideas of yourself & your musicianship" but really, really, really, I don't. I just know the goodness out there, and they don't. But whenever I point this out to them, I'm being a "music snob" or something along those lines. Gee, for people who tell me I shouldn't get down and out, they're sure doing a fine job of making me down and out.

By this stage, Michelle is crying (quite uncontrollably; ew).

The next step - logically, for them - is to point out this uncontrollable crying, and say things which can essentially be reduced to: "See! We told you so."

This makes me feel so much better. In a completely-not way.

So now, it's time for me to practise, and as you may presume... that's not really feeling very appealing.



ugh.



Woe is me.

I am nervous . Allow me to explain.


I checked my email yesterday, as I do most days, and discovered that I had received an email from The Con (the Conservatorium of Music). It told me that my audition application had been processed, and that I will receive letters indicating my audition dates/times two weeks prior to auditions.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

My pulse immediately accelerated, I stopped breathing, then breathed too much, then felt dizzy, and then drank water before finally calming down.

After all, there is really no point in being nervous now for an audition between the 29th September and 5th October. Which is approximately six weeks from now. Which is forty-two days. Which is TOO SOON.

Anyways, back to the email of nerve-exciting doom: it also said that for my viola audition I might have to play some stuff they send me, as well as my chosen THREE pieces. Jesus. It's so much. And I have to sing two pieces, too. Mmmmmm, I can taste the scariness already. Oh, and I have to do an aural theory exam. And an interview. All to get into the uni course I want to do: Music Studies.
Everyone else just needs an OP or something. That's easier mentally than this.

I'm ultra scared now, so I'm going to go and not think about it.



Goodbye.


Oh, and I'm going to miss the olympics. I like watching them. For reasons unknown.


The end!

So, since it is year 12, final year of high school, sentimental, so on so forth blah blah, we (the seniors) get to feature so horribly wonderfully in our school year book (which, at our school, we call "The Link" just to be different and confuse all the people who don't go to our school). Each senior gets to hold a blackboard (a symbol of education, which we haven't really received to the extent they indicate) with a single word on it, which is supposed to describe herself, and a picture is taken, and published in The Link.

Yes - that's one. word.

To describe a whole person?? Hardly enough.

Anyhow, we're also supposed to have a quote (no longer than forty words) underneath our picture. The quote is (I think) supposed to mean something to us, so when we're a billion years old and flipping through The Link (which I, personally, will have undoubtably misplaced) we can look back and see how ridiculous we were.


Naturally, I'm (plus the better of my friends) are trying to think of something hilarious (and not at all serious), that doesn't cross the very rigid boundaries of "acceptable" to our school.

So, ideas? Thoughts? Comments?


I'm really lost for words.
And Quotes.

This I stole of Fez, who stole it off someone, who presumably stole it off someone and so on, so forth.
Here we are.
:)





001. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?
Start Together - Sleater Kinney

002. WHAT WOULD DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Hope and Memory - Howard Shore, LOTR soundtrack (hehe)

003. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
Of Masques and Martyrs - I am Ghost

004. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Heaven Is A Place On Earth - Belinda Carlisle (OMG Carlisle?? haha... I really don't feel like this at all today. In fact, I feel a little under the weather)

005. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
The Rock Show - Blink 182 (HAH! I wish.)

006. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Believer - Kill Hannah

007. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
99 Death Eaters - Draco And The Malfoys (HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

008. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU ?
Pineapple Head - Crowded House (this could be the winner..)

009. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
I'm Not A Loser - Nerf Herder

010. HOW IS YOUR LOVE LIFE?
Me & The Minibar - Dresden Dolls (from that title, love live = not good, I'd wager)

011. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Sleep Well - Umbrellas

012. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF?
All That I've Got - The Used

013. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
River Below - Billy Talent (The first line of this song is "rejected since day one" hah!)

014. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Don't Bury Me... I'm Still Not Dead - The Riverboat Gamblers

015. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
So Beautiful - Dashboard Confessional (HA!)

016. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Pervert - Nerf Herder

017. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS ?
Citizen Erased - Muse (uh oh, better not show them this...:S)

018. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Climbing Up The Walls - Radiohead (possibly the one thing we haven't yet tried...)

019. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Run - Snow Patrol (I love that song... but at my wedding?)

020. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Cute Without The "E" (Cut from the team) - Taking Back Sunday

021. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
I Go To Rio - Boy From Oz (I wish.)

022. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
I See You Baby (Shakin' that Ass) - Groove Armada (a fear of the dancefloor, perhaps??)

023.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Blood Ritual - Pirates of the Caribbean (I promise that's not true.)






:) The end.

SO: The best day of my life ever, Saturday 23rd February 2008. It was the Soundwave Festival in Brisbane, Australia. And it was hot. In a sexy-oh-my-god-spontaneous-orgasm-at-the-sensational-line-up AND the I-am-going-to-melt! kind of way. We met Madina Lake. I'll put photos up. Once I nick 'em off of Fez.



Soundwave.
The best.
Yes.
Yes yes yes.

I'd like to thank my awesome friend, Awesome Fez for pimpin' my LJ so it is awesome.

Awesome.



LOTS OF LOVE

So, apparently, I am supposed to post a message. It told me so.

Which is why I'm bothering to type all this stuff. It's kinda pointless, but whatever floats your boat.

Should I type a couple of things about me? Suppose that would be ideal.

Okay... *taps fingers on keyboard*... where to start...

What about my name? Michelle. But call me whatever you like, as long as it isn't rude and/or offensive.

Where do I live? Australia. Huzzah!

Michelle Loves: (in no particular order...)
- funny things
- good coffee (yum!)
- (when push comes to shove) her family
- birthdays
- her iPod
- music. yeah, I luh-ove music.
- Harry Potter (especially James Potter, ultimately: Sirius Black. Also the fanfiction here, particularly the Marauders era, because a lot of that leaves room for stories)
- Billy Talent
- Supernatural (Jared and Jensen are *the sex*)
- Buffy the Vamp Slayer
- Spike from BtvS
- Good TV shows; Heroes, Grey's, House, Hana Kimi
- www.fanfiction.net : it's a serious addiction.
- going overseas
- public holidays
- holidays in general
- Canada
- Good wine
- her room, despite it's massive size (big is not always best)
- YOU! *hug*

Okay, I think that's enough information to satisfy curiosity.

Before ending this post (can it really even be called a post?), I have a confession. The song "Get Low" - you know it, the terribly sickening rap song - is my latest addiction.

I hereby end all ramblings.
100% love,
Michelle