Tempest in a Teacup

2010-06-26T05:40:00.000-07:00

I am watching the scariest part of Lovely Bones. What a beautifully filmed film.

2010-04-27T01:47:00.000-07:00

I just went to dinner (I'm at uni). I got there late because I had class, so there was limited seating left. So I sit next to a girl who I don't mind. She's pretty quiet but she was pretty nice. Anyway there were these two guys I know, and who I like a lot. They are easy to talk to. Not too much pressure there. Then there is another girl, who I cannot for the life of me figure out. I asked her a question about how she likes her job and she tells me, but in shorthand and then looks away to talk to someone else. Now, my mind is more suscpetible to take the negative route. My first thought 'Oh she doesn't like me.' Then the voice of reason 'But she doesn't even know you.' I don't know if you ever have girls like that in your life. You know those really aggressive, fiesty girls who you'd want on your side if someone wanted to fight you? Yeah, thats her. But I don't know, i feel extremely uncomfortable around her, and I was jogging with a fellow uni student who told me that she disliked a girl at college, because she felt like it. That she was annoying. I should never have listened to that guy, you know why? Because it's like there are egg shells around this girl now. I'm not wanting to marry this girl or anything. To be honest, I don't even want to be friends with her. But I'd love to have a 'hello, how are you?, like your dress' kind of relationship. I love to know where I stand with people, which hints to my controlling kind of manner. I hate that I can't control other peoples reactions to me. But then again, I'm jumping to conclusions, I don't know what she thinks. But I just don't want to be caught up in that shit if its occuring. Because I have better things to do... like living my life.

Over and out,
Gentlepotter

2010-04-25T17:26:00.000-07:00

For some reason over the past couple of weeks, I've been subjecting myself to the most utter, internal torture. Whoa, dramatic much? you say. Well that's how it is. You know when your brain, your mind tell you something different from reality, but you can only summon those dark thoughts that your mind cultivates? Well that's been me over the last week, and believe me, and I'm sure you know yourself... it's torture. I've been waking up every morning, terrified of whats going to be that day. But its never anything bad. Never. No one is hardly ever mean to me (fingers crossed), people talk to me, ring me. i have friends. But my mind tells me otherwise, and I believe it. I want to be able to get up in the morning and to be OK. To not have to tell myself that everything is fine, that I'll be OK. Because most of the time I am. Universe, God, Mother Nature, please help me to get out of this rut.

2010-04-15T18:00:00.000-07:00

Guess what I ordered in..... woop woop!!

However mine are not these beautiful pink or white, however they are a chocolate brown and get this... there were none for women!! I had to order a pair of men shoes. Ridiculous I tell you. But I'm excited anyway. Note to you fellow shoppers out there. Make sure you get jobs at retail stores, even if you don't work there any more the staff give you their discount still!! Shhhh. Enjoy your beautiful Friday morning.

Travels to self awareness

2010-04-07T07:26:00.000-07:00

As I sit here, typing away, my orange painted fingernails furoiusly scan and press on the tiny buttons. I look around... luke warm lamp that my mother adores stands comfortingly to the left. My body eases into the butter yellow couch, creating a mould around my figure. I look to my left, a dvd placed haphazardly reminds me of my evening, cuddled up in a blanket, escaping reality... and now I sleep.

bOOM boom pow...

2010-04-07T07:06:00.000-07:00

Sink your teeth into these ones biatches... have a lovely evening, may it be filled with inspiration and self acceptance. Roger that.

blah

2010-03-30T19:29:00.000-07:00

You know when you like someone, and you have no basis in liking them. You've spoken two words to them, and for some reason you just find yourself trying to find them in crowds, or if you do you avert your eyes and keep walking. It's hell I really dislike it, because I hate being so reliant on this person's presence. It freaks me out, I hate not having control over the feelings that run through me. Ugh, I'm so girly.

Over and out,
Gentlepotter

If you have the chance...

2010-03-24T17:33:00.001-07:00

Watch it... it's epic. Oh it's the Princess and the Frog if you hadn't got that already by looking at the Princess... and the frog.

2010-03-22T18:20:00.000-07:00

So I couldn't add Tavi Gevinson's blog because it already has is maximum following... 1000! or it could have been 10000, I was freaking out. But I don't blame the followers. This girl knows her shit. Whoever thought I'd want to follow such a young blogger. Seriously... check it out http://www.thestylerookie.com/. It's epic.

You're so naive, yes so....

2010-03-22T18:14:00.001-07:00

Don't walk past the Kooks...

The New World

2010-03-21T22:16:00.000-07:00

If you haven't seen this remarkable film yet, I suggest you do. You won't be sorry...

Angus & Julia Stone

2010-03-21T16:14:00.000-07:00

Procrastination takes form of...

2010-03-20T22:04:00.001-07:00

....

2010-03-20T21:45:00.000-07:00

Procrastination seeps through my entire being...

Meg Lindsay... what a ripper

2010-03-20T07:06:00.000-07:00

I thought I would donate some blog space to the beautiful, upcoming 16 year old Australian Meg Lindsay. Please enjoy. In fact I don't think I need to even say please... you'll just enjoy.

Obsessed?

2010-03-19T20:45:00.001-07:00

I don't know about you, but I was thinking today that I actually don't enjoy going on Facebook. It's more of a chore or an obsession, which kind of makes me apprehensive about the whole thing. I mean, put it in another context, like not wanting to eat the banana in front of you, you don't do it. But I get back into my room and I see my laptop, look away, look at it again and then basically lunge for the keyboard. How strange is that? It's almost like I'm brainwashed. It doesn't give me a sense of peace or contentment after I look at it either. It does the opposite.

Hello!

2010-03-15T01:46:00.001-07:00

No I have not been ignoring this blog. I have however since we've last spoken, enrolled in university. Thus I will paint a perfect picture of myself. I am sitting in a shoebox of a room. (It's lovely, it really is, my own piece of space). I have 'The theory of the modern stage' opened to page 264. My hands write briskly as I sit infront of my laptop which has just been fixed. And I'm procrastinating. I think I've just encapsulated the uni experience. Also guess what?! (Mind the sarcastic tone) I want to talk to boys sooo badly. And believe me, not in a slutty kind of way, but to just hold my head up and hold a conversation. I mean really how hard could it be. Do I overthink things, whats the go? Please someone just tell me how to do it. I am so ready for the 'Aha!' moment, which is so long overdue. What am I doing. I'm going out of my brain. Do you know how repetitive putting my head down is. Extremely. Excuse the rant. It's just the way I feel.

I heart reality television.

2010-02-06T01:57:00.000-08:00

Although most... OK all reality TV is fairly shallow and transparent, for some reason it has such a psychological hold upon my mind. I just crave it. Like it was Tim Tam's. I am currently hooked on ''The City" a TV show about the priveleged life of Whitney Port, who (if I do say so myself) is one of the best dressed women I have seen. I'm sure if you wanted to admit it you know exactly what TV show I'm talking about and hopefully you understand my shameful addiction to this world full of drama, two faced women and exstensive bangle wearing/nail painted divas.

"The girl can dress Cher" Olivia has fabulous taste in fashion. Too bad she leaves you pulling at your hair when she speaks. She creates sooo much conflict. This show would be nothing without her. Snaps for you Olivia.

This ship is in the harbour

2010-01-30T20:16:00.000-08:00

In the less than 16 days, I'm going to be known as what is commonly referred to as... Uni student. And I'm terrified. You know crying on the inside. Not that dramatic but you get the gist. At the moment I'm not really nervous, but I'm afraid that I'll get there and then suddenly WHAM! it'll whack me in the gut and I'll be a nervous wreck. You see I actually gave the boarding school thing a shot at the young age of 15 and the exact thing happened to me. I was getting my stuff into the shared room and suddenly it all hit. I don't know these girls, what was I thinking, I'M FOUR HOURS AWAY FROM MY HOME! 6 months later I'm home and safe, but I think you understand the reservations I might have about moving away again. Obviously things have changed. I mean maturity, independence, adulthood. Anyway. What can you do? Noooot much.

I just don't know what to do with myself...

2010-01-16T02:55:00.000-08:00

Men... yes a veyr cliche problem, however I'm a fairly cliche kinda gal. So lets just say I've never had great success with boys - translation... I've never had a relationship. 18 years old, it's almost abnormal these days. The problem I have with boys is that I see them as a foreign species. One that has its own sarcatic language, presentation and the way in which the view the human body. Now this foreigness that I feel makes me fiercely shy. No seriously... looking at the ground - DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT shy. And yet I crave a relationship. I mean c'mon it's about time anyway. 18 year drought haha, how would you feel all you people who've 'been there done that'!? I don't know. I have this pre determined kind of epiphany. One day I'll just wake up and I'll be completely content with the male species - aka I'll see them as equals, not as aliens from Uranus. Haha couldn't help myself hehe... Uranus.

Would you just look at it...

2010-01-09T02:29:00.000-08:00

2010-01-09T02:07:00.000-08:00

As I sit here blogging, I really want to write something meaningful, but all I have is generic 18 year old queries and beliefs in my head. Although I'm quite quiet when I want to be, and some may see me to be someone who sits back, and just goes with the flow, I have always had a strong refusal to not be categorised, especially with people my own age. For example, considering I'm from a small country town in the Australia, it isn't too hard to be different fashion wise, because well, everyone basically wears the same thing. I purposely go out of my way to find different trends, search the World wide web and Op shops in order to come up with something that says 'hey I'm different don't mess with me'. It may not come off that way, but geez it makes me feel original. So this blog is celebrating the individuality within everyone and the unexplainable determination within everyone of us to prove ourselves... to be free from constriction. As Cecil Beaton says:

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."

2010-01-02T20:21:00.001-08:00

I hope you're enjoying your Sunday afternoon as much as I am...

2010-01-02T00:38:00.001-08:00

My friend's Xmas lights

My new summer hat

My parapluie revel - thanks Mum!

My mad Typo clock.

Beautiful, philosophical, enlightening Frankie

I'm grateful for the small things...

2010-01-01T23:39:00.000-08:00

Loving Pretty in Pink like 25 years later.

You cannot forget the Duck man.

Confessional

2010-01-01T23:25:00.000-08:00

OK, so now is the time... at the ripe age of 18 (woah) to come clean. I am absolutely terrified of the night. Yes I said. You may laugh, you may go 'Oh my God, so am I' or you may say 'Sweet Baby Jesus this girl psychiatric assistance!'. But ever since I was about 10 and would come home after school and secretly watch 'The last of the Mohican's' with Daniel Day Lewis, I have had the greatest fear of a person, entity of the demonic tendency or a ghost coming into my house to disturb my mostly calm existence. Now don't get me wrong, I have a firm grip on reality, however my imagination has a firmer grip on the inner child within me that absorbs every noise, ghost story or scary film. And it doesn't help that my family has left for Cronulla for a couple of days, leaving me to work in my casual shoe shop job... and alone in our big, 90 year old, three generations ago house that creaks and stores possums in its roof. I mean most 18 year olds would be like 'heck yes, party at mine', but I am sooo the opposite. I even check under my bed, in my closet and behind the curtains. Yes, yes it's true.

2009-12-08T22:35:00.000-08:00

I have neglected my blog. Sorry.

2009-06-30T02:45:00.000-07:00

Some Nan Goldin to wake you from your delirium.

2009-06-23T01:49:00.000-07:00

My 18th birthday is this Friday an to tell you the truth, I'm not very excited. I mean why should I be? I've had it great as a child. As of Friday, I will be a legal adult, an I'm not sure if I want to be. If anyone has a time machine, that would be ideal. I'm also melanholy because I think I took my childhood for granted. People at school are excited about being able to drink legally, but I'm not into drinking that much. I'm more interested in voting haha! I'm think I'm just afraid thats all. Afraid of change and transition.

My day

2009-06-23T01:34:00.000-07:00

Tuesday.

8:00am - hopped on the bus, had peace and tranquility, Sia floating me away, then I had to make conversation with a boy on my bus who I find quite pretentious.

9am - 10:30am - had art. played around with my collage. My teacher is leacing us to go to Kentucky

10:45am - 11:05am: had some pizza flavoured shapes (MY FAVOURITE!!), apple poppa and an orange. Talked about schoolies accomodation and the certain posture of one of my friends.

11:05am - 12:50pm: legal studies - booklet handout...ugh. I'm sure there is a more creative way to learn about Family Law

12:50pm - 1:40pm: peanut butter sandwich, boys (I hope that doesn't make sound like a girlie girl because I'm not), english stage 2, my 18th, my party.

1:40pm - 2:30pm : Read Julius Caesar... ever tried it with an Indian accent?

2:30pm - 3:15pm: study, checked art work and watched my friends communicate in sign language

And that was my school day.

float away to some other day

2009-06-02T00:21:00.000-07:00

Wouldn't it be sublime to fly?

Tiring Tuesday

2009-06-02T00:09:00.000-07:00

Things that I have learnt today

I dislike mean/vindictive/tactless people who still manage to never get caught by Karma
bitchy people that scare people into liking them, or they are actually liked
people who pick on one person, so that they feel good about themselves an not pick on anyone else
people who pick on quiet people
people who snatch
people who are condescending, but are smart
people who look at you like you're going to say the wrong thing or as though you've just asked them to harvest their eggs for a scientific experiment
the horrible feeling in my stomach that won't go away

help.

Patricia Piccinini

2009-05-11T03:41:00.000-07:00

These artworks may disturb/shock, but get over that and look at them.

...

2009-05-11T02:20:00.000-07:00

Here are some more pictures of Italian culture

depresso moments

2009-05-11T02:07:00.000-07:00

OK so in my depressed mood, which I'm allowed to have every now and then, I'm seriously pouring out my problems. Just imagine when you're on a plane and you're stuck next to the sobbing girl blurting out her life story... that's me. Anyway this may sound truly corny or even sad, but I have serious trouble communicating with the opposite sex. Yes... its true. They are such a different species that I just cannot figure them out, they intimidate me. You know I even have trouble making eye contact?! Yeah and it disappoints me because, I'm nearly 18 and I'm still scared of boys, and 2 I like to think of myself as a bit of a feminist, yet I put them on this stupid teen girl pedestal as though they're better than me. I'm seriously socially inept... sometimes and it sucks because to be quite truthful, and I'm not boasting, but I'm not that bad a person. I'm fairly interesting, I can hold a conversation when I'm not in the corner rocking backwards and forwards (just kidding), and I'm not scary looking either, I mean c'mon what am I doing?! I'm not living, I don't seem to have the confidence to live at the moment because I'm so frigging scared of what other people think. Woooo! Well that tired me out. Excuse me for this violent blogging outburst, hopefully you all still visit my blog after you've read this, or maybe your crossing your fingers yelling demon child at the computer screen. That however would make me feel better because then I'd know there were some people out there who are freakier than me.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

2009-05-11T01:52:00.000-07:00

Well I had a mental health day today. I work in quite a circular manner. Little things just build up and up and up until... BOOM! Anyway, what I have learnt this explosion is that I'm not sure if I command respect, so like the Y generation I'm apart of I succumb to the internet in sure of how to command respect from my peers. And this is what I found.

Body language is everything: stand tall, smile big and open doors for people...what?!
Avoid fidgety movements with hands
VIDEO camera yourself to pin point your mannerisms (yeeaahh... uhuh writing that one down!)
Appear organised with necessary paperwork
Dress accordingly, like you mean business (I don't think my school uniform asserts anything at all, its fairly monotonous!)

I don't I'm confused. You see I'm quite timid, I seriously don't mind not being front and centre, but I would like to be respected. I always seem to subconciously let people walk over me, and they know they can because they've either seen it happen or they have. I would just like to hold my own you know? But I'd like to be me at the same time. If any blogger out there knows how to be respected, you know where I am.

Ciao Ciao!

2009-04-28T02:03:00.000-07:00

crazy fantasies

2009-04-26T05:07:00.000-07:00

Bonjourno, Gutentaag, I am back on Australia soil with a big kick of jet lag. I would be putting up some of the happy snaps I took however I have seemed to have lost my connector cord. So instead, what better way to bide time than look at some outfits posted on Lookbook.

To infinity and beyond

2009-04-12T01:02:00.000-07:00

In less than 24 hours, I will be at Sydney International airport about to start a new travelling chapter in my life. Tomorrow I am soaring off to Rome for a ten day expedition to places such as Naples, Pompei, the Vatican, Piazza Novona and then up to Munich to Dachau (Excuse my bad spelling) concentration camp. I'm expecting this trip to build, mould, shape me more, but I shouldn't expect should I? I am so blessed to be able to travel, especially in this academic year, and I'm sorry that I am going to a place that has just been devestated by an eartquake, burying 200 of their countrymen. I'm not sorry for me, I'm sorry that I'm going to their country to explore and enjoy, and people are picking up the pieces of their lives. I probably won't be blogging while I'm there because believe it or not, I haven't told my friends that I posess a blog, and I'd like to keep it that way. Hopefully though, I can upload some pictures. I hope you all are safe and well, and I will speak to you soon.

Things that may annoy me occassionaly

2009-04-04T05:52:00.000-07:00

Spelling occasionally wrong
People, certain people underestimating my character without thinking that it will affect me as person
Underestimating myself
Being vain
Boys who think they're better than you as the zip past clapping in a small white barina
Tension with parentals
My negativity squashing my positivity

BUT NOT THIS TIME (things that I enjoy)

Going to Sydney tomorrow
Going to Italy in 8 days
Having some of the most endearing people around me
Kevin Jonas! (nah I'm totally kidding, running joke with friend)
Strong sense of self (most of the time)

Have a nice night people, thank you for making my blogging experience peachy keen :-)

River Phoenix

2009-03-30T03:00:00.000-07:00

The HSC experience

2009-03-29T23:36:00.000-07:00

And it's killing me

That feeling

2009-03-28T05:08:00.000-07:00

This may sound totally corn, but I don't really give two hoots. I have just spent the evening with some lovely girls, who are my friends. I drove home with a feeling of excitement, I'm not sure for what, but just excitement, an I'm ok with that. I also realised this evening this a few things that I would like to involve in my future life: here they are, I'm gunna list them, coz I love my lists & I'm excited!

To be involved with someone, you must make an effort
You can make connections with peoples in the cinema without talking/interacting with them whatsoever
To fulfill your desires, you must put yourself out there
Take risks

The excitement is quietly edging away from my stomach and head, and I'm ok with that, because (fingers crossed) I will feel the same bout of hope, happiness, contentment, excitement in my life again, and I hope you do to :-) .

Can you see?

2009-03-27T02:57:00.000-07:00

Exams

2009-03-27T02:25:00.000-07:00

What did I think when I was agreeing to year 12? That it was going to be all laugh and giggles. No folks, that it not the case... obviously. Don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy school and doing well, but geez, wouldn't it be easy just to casually pick up a pen and write a Band 6 response? Unfortunately my reality is quite different. Anyway, my lack of blogging has been due to busy schedule and lack of inspiration. But there was a minor incident in my week this week, that didn't exactly affect me that much, but I think it affected other people. You'd think at 17-18 years old, we'd be begginning to finish up with the bitchy school girl, however that is not the case. I'm not a bitchy person, but to be quite honest I love gossip. I don't pass it on, I just like listening to it. Anyway long story short, one of my friends I think has been going through a bit of a rough patch. Boys, self discovery, I'm not sure whats plaguing her mind, but she used to sit in the group I sit with, then moved to a more like minded group. Anyway, she started calling us nerds or something, and somehow it got back to our group. Not that I said this at school, but seriously, I think I have enough self acceptance to realise that I'm a freakin nerd, and that I actually enjoy it! Knowledge is power! I can undertsand that some people go on to yr 12 because they can't find a job, or they don't know what else to do, but seriously, who gives a toss if you're a nerd in yr 12. I mean if there is a time to be a nerd at school, its in yr 12 right. And I'm actually surprised that someone may think that calling someone a nerd is offensive! Heck, its a compliment. So moral of the story... accept who you are, nerds and all.!

Brandon

2009-03-10T03:33:00.000-07:00

Never did I think that you could actually love an artwork like I do . Just look at it, it's so close to perfection. 'Brandon' painted by Vincent Fantauzzo.

Life of a model

2009-02-26T02:31:00.000-08:00

Tallulah Morton

2009-02-25T00:07:00.000-08:00

I'm off to Italy and Germany in about 5 weeks. As vain as this sounds, I have been searching for certain items of clothing that I would like to wear in Europe. My major task though is to find a pair of second hand lace up ankle boots. Relentless searching on ebay have still not paid off. Here's what I admire though.

And, just a pause for though moment: if you're feeling down, or mean, gives someone a big green or a modest smile. No I'm not trying to be an angel, just a thinker.

Have a good Ash Wednesday

Zac Posen

2009-02-14T04:49:00.000-08:00

Isn't he just epic?!

Religion.

2009-02-14T04:14:00.000-08:00

A religion usually encompasses a set of stories, symbols, beliefs and practices, often with a supernatural quality, that give meaning to the practitioner's experiences of life through reference to an ultimate power or reality.[1] It may be expressed through prayer, ritual, meditation, music and art, among other things. It may focus on specific supernatural, metaphysical, and moral claims about reality (the cosmos, and human nature) which may yield a set of religious laws, ethics, and a particular lifestyle. Religion also encompasses ancestral or cultural traditions, writings, history, and mythology, as well as personal faith and religious experience.
Wikipedia

So I was born into an very faith based family. I have been going to Mass ever since I can remember. I remember when I was little I would get down on the floor in between the pews and I would just stare at the many pairs of feet scattered before me. Throughout my teenage years, I've questioned faith. I've questioned when it was 'totally uncool' to have a spiritual dimension in your life. (Did you know it was uncool to be religious in a Catholic school?! I kid you not. Talk about sacrilege!I question it now as well, because I'm not sure if I want to follow the Catholic faith. I like having a spiritual aspect in my life, it keeps me reasonably sane. But I'm not sure if I like the actual mass service. My mum shows so much faith, but I find it hard to take the services seriously, or religiously. If that makes me a bad Catholic, then so be it. What I'm trying to say is, is it bad to be in a religion that you just want the spiritual side of? Catholic guilt kicking in... (I have no idea what Catholic guilt is) I feel that I'm being bad, coming from such a Catholic oriented family. I don't know. I don't see myself being in any other religion, but I have shown tendencies of humanist and agnostic influences within me. Why can't you delve into all of those?

Lily Donaldson

2009-01-21T00:52:00.000-08:00

She is cute. She is epic.

Inauguration

2009-01-21T00:43:00.000-08:00

Although I have no connection whatsoever with America, I have to say I was completely moved by such an accomplishment. I was watching the news tonight with my Dad, and the camera cut to this African American man who was just sobbing. I was so elated, (not because he was sobbing), but because as an Australian, I feel that America made the right decision in placing Barrack Obama as their 44th President. My mum and I were also watching the Inauguration process this morning, when he got out of the SUV with his wife. My mum made a comment about how surreal something like that would be. Even for him. Imagine walking up a road surrounded by thousands and thousands of people cheering for you. Imagine the ratio! 1: 80,000 people (I am ignorant of the exact numbers.) Anyway, I take my imaginary hat off to him.

OMG she has curves! Shes fat!

2009-01-12T18:24:00.000-08:00

I was looking through the newspaper on Sunday, and as I looked at the front page, there is a picture of Gemma Ward in a swimming suit. There was a slaying front page heading, something on the lines of 'piling on the pounds'. She has put on weight, but who cares?! She still looks fabulous whether she is 50 or 70 kilos. No wonder girls these days are so pedantic an obsessive about body image. We're fed and brainwashed if you think about, to believe that we're never good enough. There is always something we can improve on blah blah... But the thing is at the end of the day, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And also I feel really sorry for the people who have to report stuff like weight gain, how boring. I wonder if those people actually feel bad about slandering someones name/image? Or if they just see it as a job? I wonder how many people dislike them?!Anyway I think we need to stick up for these kind of issues. Not everyone is stick thin forever, and good on her I say, it's her body, you have to be pretty sad if you obsess over someone Else's body. Anyway, here is the picture of her swimming at Byron Bay (i think). I'm not promoting the article, but I want you to see for yourself how good she looks anyway.

Golden Globe Awards 2009

2009-01-12T06:27:00.000-08:00

Excitement filled me as I was reading the nominations for the 2009 Golden Globe Awards! Unfortunatly, channel 10 sold out to Arena because of the Writers strike last year, so it wasn't on free to air! Therefore, I waited in anticipation on Youtube, until I witnessed the announcement of the best supporting actor: Heath Ledger. What a fantastic iconic man. He played such a psychological, mind boggling character. The way he would twitch or lick his lips in the Dark Night made his character even more detailed an individual. I take my hat off to those who casted him in that role. You are a genius. May he rest in peace.

Materialistic goods

2009-01-12T05:51:00.000-08:00

As you have probably noticed I haven't blogged for months i think. I'm procrastinating about writing. Anyway I have been having a decent holiday, although I have a bit of homework. I just read Frankenstein (which I thought I wouldn't understand) but sure enough I loved it like most of the literature critics/ fans. Do you realise that Frankenstein isn't the monster? Naive, that's what I was. I got a new camera a Panasonic Lumix DMC - FZ18. I didn't think I was ready for a SLR, so I got this little man who does the job quite effectively. You see I'm off to Rome and Germany in the Easter holidays, and I wanted something that would take a great picture whilst moving etc. Anyway, I thinking about how people name their material goods. I think that is really interesting, so I've decided to ask my fellow bloggers for some names. I have too many swirling around my head, so go ahead if you feel the need.

Access denied

2008-12-07T21:18:00.000-08:00

Today, in this hot climate, I and my fellow art class peers, followed our teacher to the sex education class. Now, technically this was for the yr 9 students, but we wanted to go and... well basically watch them squirm! (sadistic I know). Anyway whilst I was in there, I began wondering why we hadn't had one of these Sex ed talks. It turns out that because we're in a Catholic school, we were not (until recently) allowed to hear about contraception devises etc. I understand that the Catholic Church is against contraception & sex before marriage... but seriously, I think they would be a bit naive to consider that most teenagers wait until they're married to have sex. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I just think if teenagers are going to have sex, they need to be equipped mentally. A lot of the time, people get into complicated situations at a really young age. One could almost say, sex at young ages is becoming 'normal' sadly. But not teaching kids how to be responsible and safe in sex, what is that saying? They want girls at 14 to get pregnant? They don't want them to have options? HIV/AIDS, herpes, hepatitis B aren't uncommon. I just think teenagers need to be educated to make the right decisions for them. I don't think religion should blind someone to their options.

Monumental

2008-12-06T18:02:00.000-08:00

Those zebra tights go off tap!

Love the T

The self expression through fashion these days is Epic. If only it was Winter here. I love the layers.

Oooo!

2008-12-03T20:14:00.000-08:00

Today I had a day off, from school. It was relaxing, although I felt I was letting someone down. I'm not sick, I'm just having a 'mental health day'. I'm tired. I guess its the end of the year, and I'm starting to get a little frustrated with people and myself. I'm ready for a break. 15 days to go YAY!

I was looking on teenvogue.com and I found some beautiful outfits that just scream summer. I'm loving the jackets, very military, very chic. Enjoy.

This outfit reminds me of a cranky grandmother, but in a good way!

Love the floral top & fascinator

The jacket!

The match each other so well

Love the jacket and the shorts

Change of scene...

2008-12-03T03:11:00.000-08:00

Hi. I'm Georgie, I'm the blogger responsible for Gentle potter. I decided that I would like to create a new blog. I think because a lot has changed in my life, I would like to slow down, relax into a new pace. I'm in yr 12 at the moment, and on the 19th of December, I would have officially finished my first, hectic (to put it lightly) term of yr 12. Today, I just completed a massive assessment task, where I had to write a feature article and then re-create its 1600 word body in 50 minutes, therefore, I'm feeling quite fatigued. I'm having a 'mental health day' tomorrow as my mother puts it, which I think is an earned day off. At the moment, I'm watching Narnia, Prince Caspian, which is pretty pretty cool. I like the dwarf's and the little digital recreations. In Gentle Potter, I guess I didn't express who I was in particular. I wanted to remain a bit un attached, but I'm like that in real life, so why not express myself in Cyberspace?

- I am quite honest
- I want to be an actor
-I want to train at NIDA in Sydney
-I have my P plates! and just recently, I was honked on a roundabout
-I work in a shoe shop
-I'm quite sensitive
-I love movies
-My favourite subject is Art
-I'm aiming to get 88 in my HSC
-I'm intimidated by boys (I have trouble looking many in the eyes)
-I'm a bit of a feminist
-I love trashy TV (90210) I love Silver!
- I'm a homebody, give me a computer and a dvd on a Saturday night and I'm set, if that makes me a loser, I don't care.

So there you have it, an tiny increment of who I am. I hope to blog some dominant blogs on here. I'm going to use this blog as a venting space and just express who I am on Cyberspace. A place where you can express what you might feel is inexpressible in real life.