best moments

I'm sitting at home bored as, rifling through my uni papers from last semester when i came across a homework sheet from my professional and creative communications class. The task on this particular sheet of paper jogged a memory in my mind that made me smile, so I've decided to make a list of some funny crap that's happened this year so I can remember the fun times when I'm feeling alone and uninspired.
So, this happened in my PCC1 tutorial where there was this girl who was super sweet and friendly, but she had a habit of making a fool out of herself in front of the entire class. The particular scenario goes like this:
Lecturer: "Ok for this weeks homework i want you guys to download and read a poem from the Lingua Franca website"
Girl: "hey isn't that the chick who sings r.e.s.p.e.c.t?!"
Random "No that would be Aretha Franklin"

That memory then jogged another forgotten funny moment from year 12 Psychology class:

Mrs Toogood: "Ok does anyone know who Sigmund Freud was?"
Boy: "Isn't that one of the dudes with the tigers?!"
Random: "No that would be Sigfried and Roy"

You don't realise how much you create fun from nothing when you're trapped at school all day, everyday, plagued with extreme boredom but surrounded by the best friends you'll ever have. Those types of moments are hard to recreate the older that you get, but here are a few that have happened this year. I doubt if anyone but my best friends will remember all of these:

"I can speak Spanish...Porqeno los dos?"

"Oh my a-god"

"Shit!" (Back to the future 3)

"One day my hands will stay that way Alex, will you still love me then?!" (this moment even went on to have a song written about it haha)

"Stocked face!"

"that's for my son"

"Oh, they're like the most christian band ever" "...more christian than Hometime?!"

"Chickennnnn"

"Y'all laughed at me, y'all laughed at me!"

"...pass to Mark" "You cannot pass!"

"I sense some pain behind those eyes"

"I'll have a coke"

""Where's my family...give me back my family" (Harrison Ford)

"Don't you guys know a love heart when you see one?" "Nicole that's a smiley face"(ah, Jason Mraz on the way to Mannum)

"Oh how about this one" " he's not two" "uh... pretty sure he is"

'Bob Saget!'

'Shirlena?!' *In most hick voice possible*

"How do you like that beanie action?" "...The beanie doesn't work miracles"

beaniemaynotactuallycureugliness

"I don't mean to alarm you but there's a spider above your head. don't panic though it's like really really small" "........AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "oh it's ok i'll get it, i'll get it" "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" *swerves car madly*

"cool whered you get it?" "Ebay" *in transformers voice*

"He's just had a baby" "Oh so he was the guy on the news?"

'Mary Kane Jelly'

ahhh good times with great people.

My favourite person

Today is my little sister's 16th birthday.
Gone are the days when I could pick her up, when I would give her my eggs at easter and when she could sit on a step playing with her ken doll for hours at a time with tangled hair and not a care in the world.


But she's still my favourite person
Happy Birthday B.K.
we're growing up much faster than expected

The Red Tree

Ever since i started children's literature (and a couple of years before that actually) I've been really inspired by picture books for older readers. These are the kinds of books that kids can read and they sort of plant the themes of some more serious issues like depression and war. But the art, writing and even subtlety of themes are more appreciated by adults and teenagers. The first books of this genre that I loved were The Peril of Magnificent Love, A Gorgeous Sense of Hope and The Origin of Lament by Emma Magenta. These book explore the themes of love, loss and hope through the story of a young girl drawn in childlike sketches.


Then I fell in love with The Little Prince, the story of a young boy who lives on another planet with his Rose and decides to explore the solar system. This is possibly my favourite children's picture book ever. It was written by Antoine De Saint Exupery in the year 1943 and is translated from French. I think this is possibly one of the most beautiful love stories I've ever read, even though it's between a little boy and a flower.

"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you, you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the glass globe be. I don't want it any more."

'But what about the wind?'

"My cold is not as bad as all that...the cool night air will do me good. I am a flower."

'But what about insects?'

"I'll simply have to put up with two or three caterpillars if i want to meet some butterflies. I have heard that they are very beautiful. Otherwise, who will visit me? You will be far away. As for wild animals I am not afraid of them. I have my claws."

And she innocently showed her four thorns. Then she added:

"Don't hang about like that, it's irritating. You've decided to go. Now go!"

For she did not want him to see her tears. She was such a haughty flower...

And this year through my children's literature course i've discovered the works of Western Australian artist Shaun Tan. His picture book about depression and hope, The Red Tree, is absolutely magnificent.

'Sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to.'

'nobody understands'
'wonderful things are passing you by'

'and the day seems to end the way it began.
But suddenly there it is right in front of you
bright and vivid quietly waiting'
'just as you imagined it would be.'

The art in this book is painstakingly detailed and every time I read it I pick up something little that I previously missed, like the lock to the window on the 'wonderful things are passing you by' page has 'regret' engraved on it.
There's also a small red leaf visible on every page of the book that symbolises the protagonist's hope.

I guess I didn't think I learned anything this semester in children's literature but i learned to appreciate how much work goes into just one page. I think I've always wanted to be an author, ever since I made my first pop-up zoo book from magazine clippings when i was bored one day, or when my mum bought me a typewriter for my eigth birthday. But I never really considered children's literature to be a true art form...until now.

my literary obsessions

Sometimes I get really really attached to a book and I don't know why but it stays in my list of favourites for a long time. Like for a while I was obsessed with My Friend Leonard, the second book to James Frey's A Million Little Pieces. After I read the books James Frey was in that huge Oprah scandal because A Million Little Pieces was marketed as a memoir and Oprah put her special bookclub seal of approval on it, but then it was revealed that he only spent hours in jail and his girlfriend didn't hang herself she actually slit her wrists and some other crap. I guess people felt cheated that they bought into this being his life story when in fact he was writing about the person he imagined himself to be. But I didn't care, I still liked the book as a work of fiction as much as I did when it was labelled a biography because there was this one line near the beginning of My Friend Leonard where he says:
'No matter how bad or difficult life becomes , if you hold on, hold on to whatever it is you need to hold on to, be it religion, friends, a suport group, a set of steps or your own heart, if you hold on, just hold on, life will get better.'
And there was someting about this line that i needed to hear at that time in my adolescence. I though it was beautifully, tragically poetic. And i guess it didn't matter if it happened in someone's real life or not because it was there. And in that moment i knew that atleast one person had been more messed up than i was and they'd made it through. So that's why that bookwas in my top 5 for about four years, but now i think it's been knocked off the list by The Perks of Being a Wallflower!

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You know when you read something or hear something or watch something that makes you feel so much you wonder how your life made sense before that moment?
Well that is how i feel about this bookI thought i made up what i just wrote but i guess i subconsciously stole it from Mark Oliver Everett:
'Life is so full of unpredictable beauty and strange surprises. Sometimes the beauty is too much for me to handle. Do you know that feeling? when something is just too beautiful? When someone says something or writes something or plays something that moves you to the point of tears, maybe even changes you.'
So anyway this book is amazing it just makes so much sense, F.Scott Fitzgerald once wrote that this is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
I know all i've been doing is recycling other peoples words in this post, but when i read a book like this i know exactly what he means.

My favourite part so far in The Perks of Being a Wallflower is when Charlie is talking about how in old photographs your parents always look very rugged and young and always seem a lot happier than you are.

"I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody's dad. And when his children look at his yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are. I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs.And I hope that they believe me."

Things the grandchildren should know

Today is the first day of the uni mid-semester break, i finished my final major at 10pm last night and i'm already bored. Not bored in the sense that i have nothing to do, but bored in the sense that i cannot be motivated to do anything creative.
Today i looked through all the boxes under my bed and got out all my journals from ther age of 13 onward, the ones before that are either lost or indecipherable. Here they areSome of the old entries are very, very cringeworthy and some still make me sad to think that i was ever that upset. But writing has always been my favourite thing in the world to do, and i never want to forget that. And if it means never throwing out old diaries from the days when Blink182 was my favourite band and i wrote in txt abbreviations, then i will save them forever.

I remember i used to hide my diaries in the gap between the last drawer in my dresser and the floor so that my parents would never see them, but now i keep my journal on hand. Sure it's still private but i think if i died i'd want my friends to eventually read through my old journals Anne Frank-style. Not that i'm comparing myself to Anne Frank in any way, I've never had anything terrible happen to me, but in the fact that her father went back and read through her diary and finally understood what was going through her head. I have no idea what this post is about. Sorry. I guess i was trying to get to the point that i love to write but i still have no idea what i want to do with my life. I'd love to become a children's author but i understand the very slim chance of that ever happening. I no longer want to study journalism because i know i couldn't take the pressure. I'm starting to lean toward becoming a teacher or children's librarian, but at the moment i'm just wondering through here seeing what happens. I guess i don't know what kind of person i am yet. And this year i've finally realised that's ok.

A first

So this is my first blog ever, I figured last day of uni = first post. This will hopefully be like my journal in an easier, somewhat less personal format. And I don't really mind if i'm the only person who ever reads this, i just want some sort of documentation that can't easily be lost... in a fire.
Looking at it now the name i picked seems pretty emo so I'll explain it. Y'know in Garden State when Large says to the dude who's guarding the gorge thingy 'good luck discovering the infinite abyss' and then he says 'hey...you too'? well that's possibly my favourite part of the movie, and the infinite abyss is a metaphor for life.
So for future reference 'this infinte abyss' represents the series of events that is my life.