Friday, 20 February 2009

Literature of Livvy's Life

And so begins a new chapter of my life.
Unsurprisingly enough, I associate my life with a book. Shocking, I know.
My world begins to move at an amazing pace.
Things are changing; I am changing.
We're suddenly a lot older than we were two months ago.
There's the formal, jumpers, hair getting longer (which as superficial as it is, makes me unerringly happy) and even new people.
We are not yet three full weeks into the final year (I count a week ending on Sunday) and there have already been tantrums, jobs, assemblies, god-worshipping in a too-small chapel and a strange new friendship which I find that I exist in with increasing enjoyment.
This is my record to the world. My record to myself. The advantage of this is that it forces me to censor some aspects because it is read by a lot more people than I first thought and I don't want people to know every thought I have about people and life in general.
The Desk is sitting on the other side of my room, cleaner now than it has been all year. It would look even more so if I didn't have a HUGE enormous calendar place mat sitting on it, obscuring the glass top :D
But that's okay - for now, I'm happy with where I stand. It's easy to forget the hard times with one is too busy floating on the good stuff in life.
Tests began today and the continue from now. The persistent pressure to do well is actually ulcer-inducing, which is impressive considering I deal with a LOT of stomach-related issues and always end up okay after them. I blame the presence of dairy in almost everything I've ever eaten, or that's currently in the cupboards.
And despite the uplifting sense of life I now hold within my hot little hands, there is an undercurrent of a new development that leaves me wondering late at night, if this is reciprocated or if Ii am being, once again, a little too forward with things. It's hard with quiet people - I seem to attract the shyer ones, probably because I have a hard time talking to people that are as shy as I am, or worse, even shyer. that's the beauty of the Internet - there's little social awkwardness, and I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself because I can say things how I want them to sound (most of the time) - like on here.
I keep getting asked to translate from Livvy to English, which is great because it means that I'm succeeding in my quest to say what I need to, without giving away what on earth I am actually talking about, which is great when it's a delicate topic, as some in this post are.
I'm torn between yelling my outspoken opinion, and sitting back and quietly stewing on it. Sadly, I have enough diplomacy and tact within the folds of my pockets to rant and rave in private, where only my family have to listen to me hurling obscenities about some recent happenings.
Now, don't get me wrong, the fact that I was on the upper end of this had totally nothing to do with it, but I believe that throwing a temper tantrum because one did not receive what they believe they deserved, I find childish and obscene in a modern world, particularly a school. Those that know what happened will know exactly what I am talking about. There is the delicate situation of me worrying about what I say in case it offends said person's second half, a dear friend of mine, so I fumed as silently as I could the first day, and have dark thoughts now rather than dark words. That's okay, I think said person knows where I stand on the issue, and that is that she stands alone. No support from me this time, nor the other pair, as I am led to believe.
It seems that I am not the only one that HATES having words put in my mouth. Granted, I lresent it more than the others, but it deeply offends me when I have my own voice taken from me. But hey, that's okay. That's their life, not mine, I get to be the big kid who's not as amazing at the science / maths scene but rocks with words and a good dollop of paint - you should see my art folder, the most common response was 'wow' and 'woah'.... *melts into a happy puddle* There really is nothing like peer approval. Many thanks to Kyle for removing it from the drying cupboard so I wouldn't have to miss out on my Legal Studies test :) :)

Wow this is a long post... I've just been writing non-stop for.... 30 minutes straight. I feel quite proud of that - the last time I did that was the other day when I discovered that my school email has finally succumbed to the plethora of technical errors plaguing the school's network, and I lost a 1200 word assignment. I've never been that angry at a computer before.
Well, on that amazingly pleasant note, I will actually bid you all adieu.
I know, it's heart breaking news to hear that, since it may be another fortnight before I write again, though I hugely doubt it since I'm having a rather eventful weekend, this one: going to the gardens, then a swimming exam, then a short film festival :)
So yes, farewell and thankyou for reading such an obscenely long post, i suspect only the truly faithful would have read up to this point.

Much love,
Olivia.

Oh, another thing - I have NO IDEA what name to put on my year 12 jumper. If you have any suggestions, please comment them onto this post :) Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!
I love you forever :)


P.S - look, all the big words in my title are 'L' words. That is the letter of the day - even 'letter' starts with 'l'
hahaha sorry - too much sugar.
I'll press 'publish' now.......
55 minutes

Monday, 2 February 2009

shout out to brian
shout out to pete

for changing the reflection i see in the mirror.


for letting me look without bias.


for letting me smile and think 'hey, that face isnt half bad...'


for making me braver and stronger than i am on my own.


for helping me to smile and say 'i like who i am'.



thank you.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

indecent exposure (aka welcome back)

I feel like a flasher in the park.
no, that's not right.
its more like standing naked in front of someone for the first time, though I actually don't even know what that's like, though i suspect the vulnerability is about the same.
tonight i exposed my soul over a guitar design and a joking statement that sent me into the corner of my room with an immediate desire of a paper bag to freak out into.
i get ahead of myself a lot of the time, thinking so far into the distance i forget to watch where i place my feet right in front of me.

everyone has their skeletons hiding in the closet. i have an infant. no, i am not pregnant. that assumption in itself is obscene. primarily because there's no other half here to create it. it merely means that my experiences have yet to grow and turn into skeletons.
i cannot see myself in the career i choose - it is too interchangeable. psychologist, teacher, youth aid worker, ambassador. the list goes on. i just know i want to help. i see 10 years ahead and while that is blank, i do see a family. my family. both of them.

so, here i sit, still blank over the incredible exchange that took place a few hours ago, when i realised that, shockingly, for the first time in my life, i was holding my heart out, bloody in my hands, and he took it from me, wiped it clean, smiled, and put it back in me gently without so much as a scratch. but he did something to it, put an armour around it. with those joking words, and that affirmation of being steadfast, he wrapped me in bubble wrap so thick that not even a diamond drill-bit could get through.

its a shining translucent sheath that ripples over my being, bouncing away any attack, any bad feelings. no more 'i don't think i am good enough?'. soon it will be on a chain so i only have to pull it out and look at it to sublimate and start flying around the room in a little cloud of happy vapour.



my life is stretched out ahead of me, there are so many possibilities, I'm like a kid in a toy store with no idea what they want to try out first. i have two thing certain in my future: (no, death and taxes aren't them) him, and university. i do not know where that university is any more. Adelaide? most likely. though i want to travel while i study, if that's possible. there is a vague direction i want to travel in life, and no, it is not clockwise around the world. (its anti-clockwise :P) its like putting on glasses in the wrong focus: you can see fuzzy shapes and outlines but not clear detail. that's just fine with me for now.

and for now, this is my final rambling of the night, even though i want to write and write and write. the floodgates have opened people, and they're struggling to be shut. FAREWELL WRITERS BLOCK, SCHOOL IS BACK!
(and with it comes the stresses of being a senior and homework and love and formal and friends and family and LIFE)

so until next time,
adios, ciao, sayonara, bon vouyage and bye-bye.

The Olive Branch and Lactose Intolerance

there really is nothing quite like the agony experienced when one chooses to go against allergies advice and drink milk.

my name is olivia, and i am allergic to dairy. not enough to be dangerous, just very, very painful.

which was stupid of me to sip those last few dregs of iced coffee whilst discussing a V add with my friend and our siblings at lunch today.
the meal was incredible. i have yet to have something that wasn't a tastebud explosion. every sunday we head down there to try something new from the menu. i love being able to go down to the shopping centre and die and go to heaven for an hour or so each week ^^
it's called The Oliva Branch and is in Balhannah, just off of the main street from the freeway. If it sounds like i'm promoting it .... i am. i love this place, and i reccommend it for anyone with any interest of good food.

Olivia...

much thanks to sazzleberry for the hour or so of laughs i got out of this one....

Olivia needs to keep to herself

Olivia looks like one of those primitive toys poor farmers used to make with a stick in the back of a wood person, that you tap on your knee and it appears to “dance.”

Olivia says... come back soon!!!!


Olivia Wants To Dance, Break The Tension, to be japanese

Olivia Does the Truffle Shuffle

Olivia hates pomping

Olivia asks the dude who remains, "If you're going to kill me then could I please have some water?"

Olivia - likes to ride the cow 100308.

Olivia Eats Food From Strangers

Olivia wears her pink polka dotted kerchief around her neck on the trip, and her ears are styled with solid gold hoop earrings.

Olivia was arrested for chaining herself to the door of the Bush Cheney Administrative Headquarters, and tresspassing as apart of an AIDS awareness protest

Olivia Loves Popeye