reeeeow BITE

oh sweet nuthingz haha i can't believe i called a faceless population homos and told possibly no one to SCRAM! unscram yourselves it was just an expression of emotion i was feeling at the time

i didn't do much of anything today, it was suprisingly... refreshing perhaps? turned down the occasion of 'parklife' with my friends squillions of years ago given it really was not my idea of fun and the id thing is just too annoying, turned down jobe's offer of going to his friends house in newport i think. i'm wayyy too anti-social for an intimate setting like that! i would love to be able to achieve a sociable quality in an environment like that but to put it bluntly it's not going to happen it's just my personality!
so i woke up quite late.. 11ish maybe. contemplated going for a dip in the water but pushed it out of my mind. we have hens now and quite frankly they really piss me off and i avoid crossing paths with them. they are pushy and aggressive and scare away other friendly birds that i might like to feed and also my beautiful cats. fuckers!!! i dusted the skirting boards of my room to 60's surf/garage rock, read a book that jobe bought for me for $2 ( to jobe- i was right it IS extremely cliched and predictable yet still enjoyable, thanks for the gift darlin') sat on the deck with lucy my cat for a while with a big icy beverage of some special power juice, listened to some more surf genre slash southern hillbillyish genre musik, ate some icing that mum had leftover from a ginger cake she was making and then ate some of the finished product! now my cat monty is sitting next to me

so as a result of this fine sunday i have come to the conclusion that
a) i am extremely un-sociable, and
b) i spend wayyy too much time with my cats

but i'm so happy! obviously something is right in this arrangement!

27/09/07

I just have to back track a little, back to Thursday 27/09/07. a special occassion given that school finished!
morning started at ro's place, food and drinks, (i was late) then we all made the short trip to school. the farewell assembly probably was the best ever! a chronological order of photos from y7-y12 showed that thankfully our looks had improved :)

this photo was from our last proper day of school on wednesday. ms martin is our biology teacher and she's from avalon (did a bit too much druggie drugs in her youth therefore) and everyone hates her because she's real crap and forgets names but this morning she made us all breakfast and gave us biology mugs !! so she's liked now


farewell assembly


we knew katie would be the first!

after this we all went for more drinks and food at the park












stayed here for majority of the afternoon it was reallllllllly nice and tasty

ew then we had to have formal graduation at night. a waste of my life it completely destroyed the wonderful farewell assembly vibe. basically, it was hell boring, when i went up to get my certificate and miss morrison aka 'morry' said "after school rachel plans to grow her hair down to the floor" all the adults laughed and then morry screwed up the my final sentence and i got stuck on stage going 'mer!.' i didnt actually mind that it added some character i thought but later phil told me she rung him and was all like 'is rachel angry!' nooooooo but he said yes :) so i guess i have a favour coming my way

then it was more drinks at chrissos. weird stuff happened, ie **** AND HOLLY. fuck i'll never get overz that one, i'm meant to be carrying his child




i took this photo on the way home i just thought it was so cute the furry little possum kept staring naaw!

i think i will add that the walk home through the bush track was disgusting i could feel millions of eyes on me everyone thinks im just paranoid but you'll see i'm right when one day you find my body with an axe lodged in my forehead wahhhh :( !



next day jobeus and i went opshopping/ smoothie drinking. i was really tired. clearly it was now 28/09/07.

woah i didn't even know rage tickets were on sale today
kinda devs but i have no money anyway i guess i'll just see em at big day out or something
testify!

And i hoped they would prick themselves and fall asleep for a thousand years

i'm really over the whole 'pale complexion / dark clothes / the whole group dresses the same' trend. i like pale skin, but not when it's the trend and you actually avoid being an australian and going outside to prevent a tan which would come naturally to you. (but if you're naturally pale that's pretty)
and when you see groups of people and they're all wearing the same black jeans or tights, black leather jackets or trench coats, black high necked tops and group-wide 'disinterested' attitudes etc. it makes me wonder is this really your personality? because your non-conformist exterior is actually the conformist now, everyone does it so shame. summer is around the fucken corner don't deny the rites of spring. also in your big groups it kinda looks like you all came from the same mother who dresses ya in the morning or something!. this isn't a rant, i don't even know why i'm concerning myself with this i guess it's just a casual opinion and i have many opinions. i like wearing black so maybe i'm just a hypocrite but at least there's a bit of variety in the gang. it's not like is that a girl or a boy? do they know how to smile? it's not my fault if you get offended because it's not like you share your thoughts homos .you just reading mine. SERIOUSLY scram! why do i even do this shit on the internet!

in contrast, so far this day has been perfect

notice of importance

yes everyone, i DO have credit!!!!
flinging a text, the first sentence has been "is this rach?" or "wait, you have credit?"
I HAVE CREDIT ON MY CELLULAR yah it is rach!!!

Me

Jobe reckons that i'm Jane off Daria!
he told me initially that i was daria but then he said i was actually more laidback than daria and that i was her best friend, Jane :



hmmmm ok!
i guess i can kinda see it

Aha Shake Heartbreak

Huffman don't take no nonsense
He's here to rectify
He's got his black belt buckle,
And the red man's fire in his eye

You with your switchblade posse,
I'll get my guns from the south,
We'll take to the yard like a cock fight
Four kicks who's strutting now?

This party is overrated,
But there aint shit else to do
She's a lovin' on a boy from the city,
I'll be lovin' him under my shoe

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lately i've been listening to/ in the mood for music that you would play when you're smashing shit! it really fits how i feel at the moment, not to be mistaken for an angry mood where you're smashing your enemy's china shelf with rage but rather a really, really enthusiastic happiness because everything is so so gr8888 where you just want to smash even your own stuff, take a baseball bat and just drag it along your walls whilst jumping on your bed with a huge grin and hair over your face to the music that encourages this mood! because you have all this bounce built up and you just want to leave a little (or big) path of destruction to show for it. yeah boi totally!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i don't want to smash my room it's nice and my cat's in there
FOUR KICKS

rant pt. II

i really hate those girls that apply like, 12 applications of fake tan in one go, plus bronzing lotion on the day. you know, the kind you see in big female groups at festivals, all wearing the same high-waisted denim shorts, singlet, headband and wayfarers. oh, and plimsoles. but the main dislike of mine is your fucking streaky legs. it's not even raining but your tan has bled all over the place, running in rivers down your legs, collecting at your ankles and staining your white plimsoles. and don't even get me started on your fucked up (bronzed) faces !!

it's like, what the fuck is wrong with you? do you think that shit looks good? looks hot? na!

Do you speak-a my language?

DON'T BE A MENACE TO SOUTH CENTRAL WHILE DRINKIN' YOUR JUICE IN THE HOOD

yesterday was p-kay, ray & d-kay in windy locations and fries and sushi and gelato and really, really bad service. today was p-kay, ray & d-kay plus some more with ... fairy floss, really fast (vomitronn) swings and chill sesh's. oh and back up singing!
<3
it's love

"oh look you girls got your faces painted!"
"no this is just how we do our makeup?"

This felt like a journal entry

cute
a word that seems really fitting for today, everything was just v. cute.
sitting here now in phil K's room surrounded by phil and dan and empty bottles and cigarettes everything is cute!
school was quite cute, we had a debate in art against THE OTHERS. very cute, we lost but our arguments were killa
we farewelled our principal in period 2 and my eyes weren't dry hahaha because i'm really going to miss school! cute

omg a guy at work asked me to his year 12 formal. oh man it's at aloysius could it be more awkward for me surrounded by confident private school boys this antisocial commoner is gonna disappear! it'll be alright i'll just get plastered and everything will be fine. omg i'm gonna have to dance and i'll be taller than him in stupid fucken' heels and it'll just be a disaster ahhhh i'm dreading it! cute though

time to get back to my cutIESSS who are totally larfing in the bed!
xxxxx

ps. KINGS OF LEON!

I'm so! pretty

Phil and I have to come up with a written and verbal apology for our Visual Arts class because we were late and apparently 'disturbed the class'
what class Morrison ! everyones sciving off now we've only got about 5 school days left ever.
but we were late for a really good reason, Phil was being the truest a true friend could be because i remembered at 10.10am that morning (while i was at school) that a dress i wanted to bid on on eBay was ending at 11.30 and i had no means of contacting my mum to bid for me and i couldn't get home in time and i couldn't access a non-DET PORTAL blocked computer so i could bid. i was all nervous and shaky because i really wanted this dress and i couldn't get it and ah ah ah then it was 11.15 and i ran to phil and said PHIL YOU HAVE TO DO ME A FAVOUR YOU HAVE TO SPEED DRIVE ME TO YOUR HOUSE SO WE CAN BID ON MY BEAUTIFUL DRESS (he knew the sensational quality of the dress) and he was like merr OK! and jay's like i'm coming too! so we ran out to the front of the school but because the night before a car had been lit on fire and exploded in the teachers carpark our Dep. Princy was hangin' around, loitering, patrolling that sort of thing and we couldn't leave she made Phil go and get his "guitar" from his car. hahahahah phil came back carrying a guitar
hilarious
then she said i need coffee i trust you girls to patrol the area and we're all like yeah! naturally, we were gone in a flash speeding to phil's house (it was probably about 11.21 now) and we made it but then vicki phil's computer was being all sluggish and i was all like ah and phil and jay got to see my king eBay skills as i wait to the last seconds and WHAMMY! :)
it's a really nice dress!
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Aw shit i just remembered something i really had to write
I WENT FOR A RUN THIS EVENING!
this simply had to be blogged seeing as i hadn't done any vigourous/ intentional exercise in about a month
and five years
!!!!
i had to go at night because the concept of public exercise makes me blush just envisioning myself puffing and other people seeing this. GROSS! a slight problem because i clearly have an overactive imagination and i had to run about 20 metres away from the edge of the bushes (on a round oval) so no hermits could grab me or bush hidin' teens could roll me etc etc. so a circumference of about 800m got cut to like......................... a lot less (i dropped mathz)
i couldn't find the exit through the bushes so i ended clawing my way through spiders webs and rapidly flapping my hands in front of my face so there were no spidery surprises. haha i wish there was some sort of film i'm such an awkward exerciser
but yeah! i feel as if i'll look down and they'll be nothing there, i exercised it all away
GROSS!
no exercise ever again, apart from necessary escapades and things like that are necessary and shit, because that's necessary not gross

"FORGET BUT NOT FORGIVE"

how does this make you feel?
i think it's quite refreshing and maybe one day i'll abide by it but for now most people in my life i couldn't think about forgetting and i don't think there's anything to forgive
this is great! why did i used to be so melancholy all the time there's no infinite sadness just a bit of bi-polar now & then
:) :) :)

yep

I just realised it's quite ironic that my attitude to correct spelling is a positive and quite involved attitude, however my signature URL is nihgtpuppy
hahahhaa fuck! 'signature URL!' i make myself fucken sick to my own stomach, what a horrible reflection of the times

i didn't even come up with nihgtpuppy it just got slapped in ma face one night in wellington by a lovely and it stuck
yep

a jumbled mess in my brain

geeeeeziz i am feeling so confused right now
i just got back from that open night thingo and it was mainly questioning and answering and there were two lecturers/directors there, one for the applied photography course (which i thought i would DEFINITELY be there for) and one for creative advertising. i feel so confused, they were saying how in photography they give you a brief and something to photograph and then you have to go and do it. i mean, i knew that we wouldn't be given TOTAL freedom but this seems so confining. then the creative advertising man (who may i add i have fallen in love with) said a bit about his course. it sounds sensational and really like me but the problem is i don't think you get to execute your ideas and that would drive me flipping mad. and i talked to the photography dood for ages and i said my favourite subject was photography but then he said but do you like writing and i said yes i love it and he said creative? and i said yes and analytical because i like to analyse everything. and he said hmmmm. take both interviews for both courses and we'll tell you where you fit best
THIS IS ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED! FOR SOMEONE TO TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT PATH TO TAKE! YAY!

Into the Looking Glass it's Rachele in Wonderland, excusez-moi, Rachele en Wonderlande

oh dear school was dreary and drab and bleak and more today
tonight i'm going to check out with my photo friends a possible place for me after school!
http://www.icpp.net/index.asp?menuid=010

i actually think it looks v. sensational, the course i would take (Diploma of Arts in Applied Photography) is only 2 years i think, so my ageing process at the end of it would be a little less severe!

today i began my quest of trying to convince best man phil to take a gap year with me! we came to a possible compromise that i will go the europe way for a while and mid-yearish we will meet up in the US of A !
!!!!!!!!!
we know deep in our hearts that dani wont come

but seriously! after the 9th of november my life is gonna get so good, possibly the greatest it has ever been. formal will be great, the prospect of schoolies makes me incredibly nauseous but hopefully it will pass in a drunken blur or something of a similar nature, and i can laugh about the horrible concept of schoolies once it has passed. then the day i get back jesse AKA Rod le Rod touches down on this red earth we call home
then it's the summer of '07 (the best days of my life)
then it's goodbye everyone and off to russia
then it's goodbye eastern europe and hello america !
then it's '08 and i'm still 18!

oh my god i love my future

P/M/H ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BREAK IN

IT WAS EXACTLY ONE YEAR AGO TODAY THAT ME AND PHIL BROKE INTO P/M/H'S HOUSE/LAIR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW THE STORY OF P/M/H/, BASICALLY HE IS THE SLAYER AND MURDERER WHO OCCUPIES THE ABANDONED HOUSE WHICH MY BEDROOM WINDOW OVERLOOKS, USING THIS LAIR AS A MEANS OF DISPOSING THE BODIES OF HIS VICTIMS (SAW FOR DISMEMBERIN', ACID BATH FOR BURNIN' AWAY REMAINS). HE KNOWS I BROKE IN AND STOLE HIS MOST PRIZED POSSESSION, I THOUGHT MAYBE I SHOULD PASS THE INFO ON BEFORE MY UNFORTUNATE DEATH.

I THOUGHT IT WAZ FINALLY TIME TO FACE MY FEARS AND AT LEAST LOOK AT THE PHOTOS WE TOOK. I ALSO SPENT ABOUT 1.5 HOURS LOOKING FOR THE NEWSPAPER ARTICLE WE (WELL I, SEEING AS IT'S AT MY HOUSE) ALSO STOLE, AND BY THE END OF IT I WAS A NERVOUS WRECK THINKING P/M/H HAD BROKEN IN AND RECLAIMED IT >>>>>>FOUND IT! HAHA IT WAS BEHIND A BOOKCASE, BUT I HAD RESORTED TO LOOKING IN FILING CABINETS, FILED UNDER MY LITTLE BROTHERS NAME (BECAUSE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN A LESS VALUABLE VICTIM (HA JOKES!)
I DECIDED TO POST THESE PHOTOS. IF YOU LIVE IN THE NORTHERN AREA OF SYDNEY HE IS A MENACE TO YOU. SYDNEY AREA IN GENERAL, YOU COULD BE AT RISK. EVERY NIGHT FOR THE PAST WEEK I HAVE BEEN KEPT AWAKE BECAUSE HE'S MADE CONSTANT TRIPS TO HIS BASEMENT AT APPROX. 12-12.30 AM. MY DESTINY IS PRETTY MUCH SEALED (DEATH BY P/M/H, BODY DISPOSAL BY ACID BATH COURTESY OF P/M/H) HE KNOWS WHAT I HAVE DONE BUT MAYBE THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU.
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SHOVEL FOR BURYIN'


SHOWER (FOR WASHING AWAY DNA)


ANCIENT BATHROOM (LOCATION FOR ACID BATH)


DIRT PATCH (POSSIBLE BURIAL)


WEIRD CONTRAPTION


SAW FOR HACKIN'





I DON'T KNOW WHAT


ACID BATH EXPERIMENTATION ON POOR CAT


WEIRD FETISH WITH VICTIMS?


THE VINE POINTS TO THE SHOVEL OF MYSTERY AKA MURDERY


FINALLY, NEWSPAPER ARTICLE RETRIEVED FROM LAIR. POSSIBLE VICTIM, POSSIBLE TROPHY OF MURDER

IF YOU KNOW HER PLEASE TELL ME!!!! www.myspace.com/nihgtpuppy

For somebody who don't drive

I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl

when i was meant to be allocating time to finding interesting uni courses i actually got sidetracked planning a trip i intend to take within the next couple of years
I WANT TO GO ON A DUSTY, HOT ROADTRIP AROUND THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. with this wonderful idea floating around in my head and bouncing joyfully off my spongey brain i just know that jesse will want to come too!
i want to go in a really old pick up truck with a rounded bonnet, faded paintwork (i envision subtle orange) and an interesting history of owners, and scour the smaller town opshops and diners and make casual aquaintances with the small town white trash people, and ride bikes with the little children with rats tails who say ma and pa and teach them that there are other means of entertainment than killing cats, like weed and cold beers and stargazing
!!
think how fun it would be! barely any clothing and barely a care!

ps. of course i drive!

I WANT A JACK DAWSON-TYPE AND A TITANIC-TYPE ROMANCE!!!!! (SORRY ROSE)

I definitely feel as if i have a problem with reality
or.. is there a jack dawson out there for me!! i feel as if i'll never meet him because i have a severe problem with cruise ships because everyone always dies on them i guess you could say it's my phobia.
but he was my perfect man!
artistically perfect, thoughtfully perfect, aesthetically perfect, financially perfect, lifestyle perfect. perfect perfect perfect !!!

i have come to a fatal conclusion that perhaps i am very discontent with reality and that often i lose the ability to distinguish between real and thought, that i often become so absorbed in what i was thinking about i have to stop myself and scorn myself, "no, that's not real." it's only recently i've begun doing this because i'm not sixteen anymore and i can't whittle away an imaginary life, mainly because the boring and extremely limited reality shocks and depresses me when i return!! oh my god i have to stop , my dissatisfaction with actuality will be what kills me!