I hope this year is gonna be awesome.

I'm proud of myself for staying up until about 11:56 but then i conked it. But oh well theres always next year.

What Was The First Book That Left A Lasting Impression?

The Little Miss and Mr. Books. They were always so fun to read.

 

Which book would you recommend to a teenager reluctant to try literature?

I don't know I'm a teenager and I don't like literature that much but i would say if you haven't read the Harry Potter Series, you can start there.

 

When was the last time you laughed?

At school last period when my friend fell down the stairs. Cruel i know but i couldn't help laughing before i helped her up.

 

Which contemporary author do you think will still be read in a 100 years time?

J.K Rowling

 

What were you doing at 8am today?

Sitting at the benches with half of our year talking and laughing before homeroom started. Also eating some bacon i bought with me because i slept in.

 

Flip to page 21, paragraph 2 in the book closest to you right now, what does it say?

Vanessa put down the CV and Dick took over quickly

'Do you smoke' He asked

'Only Outside' she said keenly, her big green eyes fixed on him.

'Only outside? What? You mean you....'

'Well i check that the child is busy, watching telly or something and nip outside. I don't think it's good for them to see me smoke'

'Well, thank you ---- ' started Vanessa.

'So' said Dick quickly. 'What do you like cooking for a child?'

'The same things I like really. I feel children should start eating adult food as soon as possible. I don't always think it's healthy for them to eat children's food. It makes them spoilt.'

Aha. They both leaned forward

'And what sort of food do you like?' asked Vanessa

'Fishfingers. Burgers. I Love chips. And of course Tommy K.'

'Thank you so much for coming.' said Vanessa. 'I don't think there are further -----'

 

Do you sleep with your bedroom door open or closed?

Open, just because i get more of a breeze through my room.

 

What is your current desktop picture?

A picture of my niece in what she will be wearing to my sisters wedding. This saturday.

 

Steve Irwin died today doing what he loved best.

He was killed by a stingray, while filiming a documentary off Port Douglas in North Queensland. Its barb on its tail went straight through his heart and he died of a heart attack shortly afterwards.

Its still really hard to register that our great Australian icon is gone forever.

He left behind his wife and two little chidren, Bindy and Bob. They will never really know their father except for what they have seen on televison.

Its tragic.

And for him to die the day after Fathers Day

Crikey!

Your next door neighbours can be from Tunisia, Israel, Indonesia, Japan, Zimbabwe, Iraq, Brazil, Spain, Malaysia...

The community is so concerned over the fact that muslim women can't use public swimming pools because there are men present that they have female-only periods.

The Greeks and Mexicans next door ask you over to have a barbeque.

You don't actually use the words 'sheila' or 'shrimp'.

You sleep with Aeroguard on.

You're wearing a cap emblazoned with 'Get A Dog Up Ya.'

You feel obliged to spread salty black stuff that looks like congealed motor oil on bread and actually grow to like it.

You actively dislike Americans, but watch their TV, eat their food and worship their idols.

You think Tall Poppy Syndrome is a national condition.

Democracy means the freedom to draw caricatures of John Howard.

Your idea of a lethal weapon is a slug gun.

The closest you ever got to going overseas was your packet of 5 Days In Rio grundies.

A posh meal = an all-you-can-eat buffet.

The term "musical instrument" also extends to wobbly bits of ply-wood, hand saws, gum leafs and combs.

Your most offensive curse also doubles as an exclamation of awe or amazement, like, "fark orf!"

All of your internationally famous people don't live here.

You think footballers dressing up in drag on TV is funny (but your son being gay isn't).

You relish test cricket - the longest, slowest game in sport (and that's not even counting the replays). After all, what else gives you an excuse to sit on your arse for five days, watch TV and sink piss with your mates?

You don't drink Fosters, but you let the world think you do.

The only thing better than beating the Pohms at ANY sport is giving them shit for it.

You love, adore and admire a particular team/sportstar/actor on a winning streak - until they lose. Then they're just crap and 'past it.'

You can compress several words into one - ie 'g'day', 'd'reckn?' This allows for more space for profanities.

You favour either Holden or Ford - or a souped-up WRX with new kit and a bootful of subwoofer.

Driving down the main street/beach road playing bad techno is your idea of a perfect Saturday night / Sunday arvo.

You make kooky films, sometimes about wayward road trips (across the outback preferably). Quite a few are crap.

You know all the words to Khe Sahn but not the national anthem.

Your nickname ends in 'a' or 'o'.

You have a customised stubby holder.

Your soap stars become pop singers and move to the UK.

You've ever used the words - grouse, tops, ripper, choice, sick, rad, exo, ace, wicked, ballistic - to mean good. And then you place 'bloody' in front of it when you really mean it.

Your cooking apron has plastic breasts on it.

The "Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi oi oi!" chant has been a religious experience in the past.

The blokes at the local gym think your weight training is an opportunity to ask you out on a date.

The big national sporting events are men-only.

Your politicians believe than sticking the prefix 'un' in front of your nationality is an effective way of making you sit down and shut up.

Our mantras are 'fair go for all', 'mateship' and 'little Aussie battler' - but we still publicly condemn those with different viewpoints to us.

The barbeque is a male-dominated arena. And the women do the salads.

'Fair go for all' excludes indigenous people.

An eight-hour trip to go camping for the weekend isn't out of the question or excessive.

You take pride in living in a tolerant multicultural society but firmly believe that all Poms and Kiwis are fair game.

You insist on asking every celebrity who steps of an aircraft what they think of Australia. If the response is not overwhelmingly positive, they should be subjected to immediate public ridicule.

The private lives of footy and cricket players become more important than local and national news stories.

Slick pick-up lines like 'Wanna shag?' and 'Carn, show us yer tits' can constitute male-to-female conversation.

You say 'no worries' quite often, whether you realise it or not.

You realise you have no Bill of Rights.

The first thing guaranteed to get eaten at parties is fairy bread.

So that's the special ingredients that make up an Aussie - whatever your taste.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Austrailia.

 

 

For your own You Know You're From.....

Tomorrow is my 14th birthday. I honestly cannot wait. But people say 14 isn't the best age to be. They said your too young to see M15+ movies and too old to see PG13 movies. We are kinda stuck in the middle. Oh well i don't care. All i know is one of my presents is speakers for my ipod can't wait. Anyways as you may know (or not) my sister got married in July. Well we got the photos back yesterday. And as you may not know my other sister is know getting married in December on the 2nd and i am the bridesmaid again so i will be a bridesmaid twice this year. Can't wait. It's in townsville and it shall be hot. Well not that hot.