A Seemingly Random Post That Really Should Be Split in Two.

Okay, so remember when i wrote down that I was going to be a good blogger like Julie and how I would post less pictures on here and write a lot more. Well, I failed... epically as this post represents. I just like taking pictures too much, it's comforting in a way. The way the camera can capture whatever you want it to. The photographer is in control of the camera, and I like it that way. When I write things down its a different story. My fingers like to take over from my mind. They take control like my body is a crazy spaceship going nowhere.

Really, this post is far too long to have any real meaning to it. Too many pictures, and now perhaps a little to much rambling on. But isn't that what blogs were designed to do? They were designed as a way of letting people express there thoughts and ramblings to the world whether they be about music, poetry, fashion, photography, food or numerous other things that I am in no way going to list all of them down here.

If I were a fabulous writer with a number of best selling books I think that I would start an anonymous blog, or even if I were famous. Then I could write anything I want without criticism or fame. It is better that way, like a blog is a place inside ones own head where they just happen to share pictures and snippets. It is only a tiny place however, and would remain a tiny place. Too much happens in a person's life to record it all on paper, or in my case, the internet.

So many of my thoughts will never make it down onto here or anywhere else for that matter. For example, just yesterday I was thinking that perhaps I would like to find a different colour thing to photograph that day. But I didn't. One, because I was far too lazy yesterday and two, because it escaped my mind up until right now. And I will not go through with it because it is a silly idea too. So my subconscience wins again by telling me what not and what to do.

Moshe

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

We put up the Christmas tree and decorations yesterday. Mum has taken to only using red and gold decorations for the past couple of years. She thinks that it looks nicer and to be honest I have to agree with her. Not having my year two Christmas photo hanging on the tree anymore is a blessing.


I'm really looking forward to Christmas this year and not just because of my awesome present. I'm going to my cousins in the city for Christmas. They're from my Mum's side of the family and that side of the family is generally a lot happier than my Dad's side this year. I will also get to see my cousins brand new house, its a big step for her to host Christmas so it should be good fun.


While I was decorating the house yesterday before the tree came, I was listening to the Christmas music on my iPod. Surprisingly I had quite a lot. My favourites this year though are Believe by Josh Groban and Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Tori Amos.


I believe that the weeks before Christmas are the best time. I love having the Christmas tree around (it's my favourite part) and eating candy-canes and watching the Christmas specials on TV. There's no better time of year. It seems that everyone all over the world loves Christmas too, from the snow covered girl in America to the Kinder eating little Italian boy. Last year at this time I was still in Italy. I can't believe that it has been a whole year since I saw all my friends over there.


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CANON EOS 500D

Its here, its arrived, its amazing, its wonderful, its so many things and I haven't even opened up the box yet. My most awesome and brilliant and exciting Christmas present just arrived courtesy of the mail guy. I am so excited. I'm not actually allowed to use the camera till Christmas but who cares? I sure don't. Because its here and it is so awesome that my head is going to explode from being so near its awesomness.
Moshe

Roller Girl

Last night I was being my bored Thursday afternoon self when I happened upon my roller-blades. I have absolutely no idea why, but I went out for a ride on them. It turned out to be a good idea. I was able to take some photos and I scared the brains out of some cows by accident. Win, win.
I kept this bolt, with some ruby ribbon it is going to become my new favourite necklace.

Listening to: Daria Theme Song by Splendora.

Moshe

Crabby Apple and other Things

Penny.

Right now I am writing this post while eating my spaghetti a)Because I felt like I haven't posted in a while and b)Because I am so busy at the moment the only time for recreational writing is while eating dinner. [Pauses, spoons spaghetti into mouth]. My piano exam is tomorrow morning (eep!) and though I shouldn't have anything to worry about it is still a bit nerve racking. [Chew, swallow, scoop].Cake I made last weekend.

In Literature we read this short story titled "Postcards From Surfers", I don't remember the author but it was this seemingly mundane little story where she detailed one specific day when she went to visit her parents. Nothing particuarly interesting happened in the story but nevertheless it was quite captivating. Towards the end of the story she wrote these depressing postcards which she was going to send to her ex-boyfriend. It made me wonder about postcards and what exactly people write on them. They'll say Greetings From (insert chosen tourist destination here) or Wish You Were Here when really it is more likely that the people receiving the postcards are the reason the author went away in the first place. [Drops pasta shell onto desk, looks around]. Postcards would be a whole lot more interesting if they were written like they were in "Postcards From Surfers" as a more of a short story in themselves than as anything else. Crochet rug which I have recently started to continue on with.

The photos are just some random ones taken over the past week or so. The apple one I particulary like for reasons unknown exactly. It is just a poor apple who unfortunatly tasted terrible so was turned into a face. He has no name except crabby apple when really he looks more sorry to be tasteless than crabby I think. [Puts fork down and stares at half-empty plate]. Crabby Apple.

Moshe

Piano Lady

Okay now don't get me wrong, I love playing the piano, but sometimes scales and arpeggios and ancient music can get incredibly frustrating. I never know why I say yes every year to an exam. What I should be saying is "No, remember the fuss last year?" But no, I am apparently not that smart and said yes again at the start of this year now I am stressing about it. Not to mention the mountain load of other work I have to do this week. I really just can't wait for the summer holidays to begin and I can forget about exams and studying (well, at least I won't think about it as much as I do now.). I plan on making a suckumentary this holidays with footage of M-cat, Fi, J-kitty and I that has somehow managed to accumulate a large chunk of my hard drive. I will be just like Tibby Rollins but without the blue hair and Abby outfits.
Sunset photographs like this always make me think of old southern, American movies where the girls have names like Bunny. I spent the entire time that my mother was looking for a new fridge gawking at the dslr's in the local electronics store. Not a single store in my town stocks Pentax cameras for me to actually look at, it all has to be ordered in from the city. I have to make do with Canon and other inferior brands.
Moshe

Forgetfulness

It was a really hot weekend this weekend just past. I hope that everyone didn't melt! I certainly didn't because I went swimming. I had forgotten how much fun swimming is. We took the old blow up boat down and had water fights. It was a lot of fun.
They have the most beautiful trees at the lake I went to. I also figured out the scene mode on my camera (yeah I know, took me a while). It works so much better than just trying to position the little green squares.

Exam week is this week at school. Today I had my English exam. I swear, teachers wear ugly, squeaky shoes on purpose. They do it to distract us and then when someone points it out, they take off their shoes. Not a pleasant site.
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Kitty Darling

This is the cat that lives at my piano teacher's house. Her name is very unoriginal, its Kitty. People should name their cats something more original or at least something that doesn't reflect the breed.
These ones are a bit blurry because apparently I was being a bit tiring with my camera and photo-taking. The cat hit my camera.Lily and Kitty. They are forever mucking about, I think that the cat actually likes Lily. Okay, so maybe I went a bit overboard but really who cares? Kitty drools though which my camera really did not like.
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Flower Power

It has been so hot hot hot here over the last two days. (Eloise reference there). I felt like I was going to melt. All this heat made me realise that if it continues all the best flowers will be dead so I took my camera with me to school so that I could photograph some of the more beautiful ones on the way home.Flowers are such great subjects to photograph a) because they only move when the wind blows and b) they're very pretty to look at (also to focus on).To be honest, some of these I look at and go "Ugh, I could've done so much better than that". Nothing much I can do about it now since I have forgotten where I found most of these. That's partly the fun of photographing these flowers, I never seem to remember where they came from and when I look, they're gone like witches on the wind.
Two more days, just two more days till I am done with Year 11 classes. Almost ready to relax... almost. One more oral, two more days, 6 more exams. Its a countdown people. So start counting.
Moshe