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contact vision, record of a walk to clifton hill station
Northcote at Night. The cicadas, the melifluous wash of cars, colours on the road like a dad's accidental watercolour spills. The soft rustle of dusk, the slow lives, four brief lights and an industrial skyline. Singing to strangers who lounged on verandas and shivered as I stepped over Helen Street. Two men were taking photos of the city's expanse ( Read more... ) -
exams, heat, poetry
Aah. That was a sigh of ... contentment? relief? History's gone, and I think I did much better than on the first two, and half of English is now done too. I picked the poem to write a commentary on - twas about a Magician. I think they've had better ones, like the one about the Lunulae - so rich and subtle. My interpretation wasn't particularly ( Read more... ) -
Monday
Maths. It went well, Six? I think six.
History.
*restrains self from writing long panicky drivel*
Another two and a half hours of History tomorrow and then it's 5 gone out of twelve... At least there's Biology, right? I need that 7. It will be four days of EXTREMECRAMMING. And to think, this is all motivated by that Monash scholarship.
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sunshine and blueberries and lattice shadows. -
curiously brief
So. Maths paper one is over, and I am now the curious owner of a fringe. It feels nice. Flash-back to year eight, where I showed up to a party - of this boy who I desperately liked, and didn't know at all - only to acquire the nickname "Fringey." That was a misguided crush, he brooded too much for me... Mm. This fringe is better, however. Jess and ( Read more... ) -
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Two days.
Today was Deutscher, Stalin's Successes and Failures, and Math exams. Also those addictive okcupid quizzes with commentary from Shelley, and the second mango of the season, and wearing red shorts and a purple jumper.
But most of all, two days. -
of swotting in the spring-time
So, we're on swot vac. This means having no need of a uniform, and hence wearing the daggiest, most comfortable clothing I can find to study in, for this silly two letter acronym. Everything is warmer: I can be walking in the rain in a wispythin dress + singlet + petticoat and not get cold, and the night air has lost its bite.
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self-destructive, undisciplined, lazy, scatterbrained...
Fuck fuck fuck I'm going to get a 69 and become a "drain on the taxpayers" (thankyou Tanya for that charming phrase), I know it. WHY CAN'T I BLOODY CONCENTRATE ( Read more... ) -
tag days are tidbit
This is the last day/few days in tags - old, misused tags. Here, because they won't fit in the box. I miss tagging - need to go through and delete some... wish they gave you more than 1000 ( Read more... ) -
magnets are brilliant to display works on paper
Oh, today was insanity. Small, crazy increments -- -monumentous- increments, which when added up seem like rather a lot to squish into one day. I had my final art examination, in which I walked the examiner around my exhibition. I had 24 - 24? pieces on the walls, 2 sculptures and a screen. Something like that, maybe one or two more. Spent all of ( Read more... )