Angie's Blog
"Your writing really needs to be toned down." - Mrs H, Angie's Year 11 and 12 English teacher.
17/09/2008
Writing is a funny vocation. I don't know about you, but when I've finished writing something, I usually feel quite limp and wrung out, like I've donated a little too much blood and a spleen has fallen out as well. A glass of orange juice and a hard lolly just isn't going to cut it.
The exception to this is when I’ve started a passionate rant about, say, people who don’t check the.... more »
10/09/2008
I had the pleasure of visiting a friend's grandparents a few weeks ago, and when I entered their house I thought, isn't it funny how similar Nanna houses are?
For one, there is the Nanna smell, composed of talc (with a base of old-fashioned roses or lavender), polished wood, a hint of shag carpet, and fruit cake (depending on the time of day).
Sometimes it is hard to narrow.... more »
3/09/2008
Run! Run! Run!
That's JonnyB going for a jog around the picturesque Norfolk village that he calls home.
Jonny's Private Secret Diary is one of my favourite online reads. In March this year it appeared in the Observer's list of the world's 50 most powerful blogs1. I like.... more »
27/08/2008
As a teenager in the early '90s, I was an enormous sook and relatively uncool.
Nowadays I would be called an emo, and clothing and music companies would fall over themselves to woo my wallet, but let's not be bitter about it.
Actually, I lie. I am still a little resentful about being born fifteen years too early. When I visit the CBD and see those glum faces with their.... more »
21/08/2008
Don’t you hate it when ...
... you are driving along a suburban street, not a main road, but a semi-busy street nonetheless, and you come across someone who has decided to park their car in the middle of the road? And let's say this brainiac has also left their passenger door wide open. Not the door next to the verge, but the one on the side closest to the middle.... more »
13/08/2008
I was riding the train to work this morning and gazing out the window, when I noticed a man staring at me. Actually, he was staring at my reflection, so I was actually staring back at his reflection, but you know what I mean.
Mirrors can do your head in if you think about them too much. I can see why Lewis Carroll was compelled to write a hallucinatory children’s book about.... more »
6/08/2008
"It's like someone amputated the tip of your little finger," muses my teacher, as he watches me struggle to reach the farthest notes on a full-size violin.
I am an adult beginner and I have started violin lessons. My neighbours are probably not the happiest people in the world, but then again, I don’t question the loud thuds coming from their garage at midnight.
After a few.... more »
23/07/2008
My gaze travels leisurely over the light, airy bedroom. Crisp cotton linens in country white and blue adorn a vast wooden bed, and an old-fashioned writing bureau waits invitingly next to the french doors. I peek through the curtains and see a bright, enticing porch nestled in greenery.
I am reading the IKEA catalogue.*
Every night before I go to sleep, I reach furtively.... more »
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