Doctor Who?

So.

I have a guilty confession to make.

I've been watching the New Doctor. You know. Doctor Who. The new regenerated Doctor with Matt Smith.

And.

Well.

I think I like it.

I know, I know, I know. I said that I wasn't going to watch anymore because David Tennant left and he was the best Doctor ever...BUT... My parents have been watching it... and it is really good.

I mean, he's no David Tennant, but the show is still good. Even if Matt's Doctor is basically a carbon copy of David's.

Anyways.

That's my story.

PS. Did you know Matt Smith was once a proffesional football player? Pretty wicked.

Sometimes I wish I could curl up and sleep for a week.

It's too cold.

I lack the motivation, inspiration and I dunno, something else ending with "ation"... IMAGINATION... to do anything.

But then again, I'm bored. I want to do something. I want to go out and dance and drink. I want to cut off all my hair and spend all my money.

Well, actually, I think I might have accomplished the spending of the money.

I feel restless.

Ruddy Hell...

I feel sorry for Kevin.

I've always liked him.

I remember in 2007 when the election was going on, I was disappointed it wasn't happening the next year so I would get a chance to vote.

I mean, he is a bit of a dipshit, but he's a nice one. When I heard his final speech just then, I couldn't help but "blubber" a little with him.

I mean, I'm all for Julia Gillard. I'm a fan of her too, but Jeez, couldn't we hold out for his term to end.

I can't even begin to think how he's feeling. All his "friends" havebetrayed him. I'm sure he has probably had to do things like this in the past, but this is a lot bigger. He has not only lost the part of Prime Minister, but he has had it happen in a public forum. The humiliation and pain he must be feeling.

It would be like when you have your friends all laughing and snickering behind your back and you want to know why.

In saying all this. I sometimes think that political thoughts shouldn't be put forward. It only gets you in to trouble. I respect every single persons thoughts on the matter, but please, do not question my thoughts, as I have no intention to question yours.

It's a bit like religion. I prefer not to talk about it. Not because I have a lack of knowledge, but because someone is always going to get offended and it is much simpler if I just keep my mouth shut. Once again, I like to have the same treatment back. I am an atheist. Pure and Simple. I have nothing against people who have a belief system, this is purely mine.

Now that I've got this all off my chest. Lets all go and love one another.

Father...

A Letter to My Father...



Dear Father,



I love you to bits I really really do.



But you take everything to heart.



When I said "Are you almost finished that pizza? Oh you are, good, don't worry"

Please do not ask why I asked because it will upset you. That's why I said don't worry.

You make disgusting sounds when you eat and it makes me feel slightly ill, hence I will move. I do not want to hurt you, but you continue to prod and probe until I eventually have to tell you. Why not just leave it when I say "Don't Worry"?



Then you stomp out muttering under your breathe.



Do not get angry with me because you had to drive all the way the Myrtleford for the footy, only to get beaten because of the bad umpires, or because you grazed your head on a low ceiling or because you got a speeding fine for driving 111km in a 100km zone.



Do not get angry with me when I am sick. I cannot control when I get sick. It is not my choice to get sick. I just want some sympathy.



Do not get angry with me when you ask me for the tenth time what I am doing tonight and I respond with "I just told you five minutes ago" or when you say "Whose that?" about one of my friends and I say "You know them, you have met them before". I hate when you respond with "Well Jeez Monique, How am I supposed to remember everything you're doing/All your friends?". It hurts. I manage to remember all that you are doing. I make an effort to remember all you are doing. I try to remember all your friends, even if I haven't met them. I try to take an interest in what you are doing.



Perhaps, I am asking to much. Perhaps, I am just whining. Perhaps, I am just hurt for no apparent reason, but I don't think these are unreasonable requests.



All my Love



Monique



xxx

Thinking...

I just read a quote which was "L'essential est invisble pour les yeux" (What is essential is invisible to the eye).

It got me thinking. Do we really take for granted the things we really need? I'm starting to believe we do.

In today's society we take everything for granted. Sure, I'm only twenty, but I see a big difference between now and ten years ago. Hell, even five years ago.

I remember when not every man and his dog had a mobile. I remember when we only got four channels. I remember when we would never ever dream of back chatting our parents.

We take for granted the fact that everything is accessible. Even just an answer to a simple question, we quickly go to google (which we can generally access on our phone) and get it in 0.33 seconds. Wasn't always that more exciting looking it up in a book?

By the way, what has happened to reading? It saddens me when I talk to peers and they say "Oh, I don't really read". WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I don't even know what that means "I don't really read"? I just can't comprehend it. I'm not saying everyone needs to go out and read Tolstoy, I just find it saddening that some people have never finished a novel.

Which makes me think that there is something wrong with the parents. I know everyone's technique is different and that I'm young and don't have kids, but if you don't encourage your child to read, how do you expect them to get along in life. You are cutting them off from a world created by pure imagination.

I know I thank my parents daily for getting me into reading. I thank them for spending the time and making me learn to enjoy reading.

Another thing I thank them for is giving me a wide appreciation of music. My mother being a rocker, my father being a top30 pop prince. I know music from Artie Shaw, Peggy Lee, Bing Crosby, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Stevie Wonder, Jay Z, Ke$ha and Infant Sorrow. It amazes when people have never heard of "In the Mood" or even more recently "Enter Sandman". When working with high school kids last year I had someone ask who was Kurt Cobain. I was in shock.

I'm also amazed when I say something about say, "The Marx Brothers", Carey Grant or even Alfred Hitchcock and people go "huh?". These are all pioneers in cinema, yet my generation seem to have forgotten, claiming that we have come up with all these new concepts. Many a time I have heard how original "Disturbia" was (ps. I do love that film). Actually recently a friend said to me he had heard of this great new film called "A Nightmare on Elm Street" and how it sounded really cool and different. IT WAS ORIGINALLY MADE OVER 20 YEARS AGO.

Hollywood, get some original ideas.

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era.

Oh yeah, all day and all of the night...

Sometimes I think "Why do I do it to myself?"

I have two essays and an assignment due. The assignment today and the essays next week. I just finished the assignment, but haven't even started the essays.

Why do I have to leave everything to the last minute so I can stress myself out?

And then I think, I could have easily finished at least one of the essays, if I wasn't so determined to spend as little time at home at night as possible, purely because I get so sad.

Sunday night I don't get back from Shepp till like 9pm, so that's that night covered.

Monday, I went around to Leigh's, purely because I knew if I was at home I would have to start my essay.

Tuesday I went out with friends to celebrate our last class together.

Wednesday, I felt like shit coz of Tuesday and sat around until it was time for me to meet my friend.

Now, it is Thursday. I have spent the majority of the day driving to and from Howard St in North Melboure, to pick up two prints, which I don't ever want to see again, that cost me $60, and then discovered I had sent off one of the wrong files.

Yay.

I now have to do a presentation to my class about these prints and then I have my Improv performance tonight, so yet another night I'm not home.

Thursdays are the worst.

I just want to be home by Thursday.

But, I have to wait until tomorrow for that.

For tomorrow, I will start my essay.

I swear.

*sigh*