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Update
Jul 15, 2003

Returned home yesterday from watching Charlie’s Angels, Rescued cat from A Fate Worse Than Taxidermy in the neighbors backyard, and fell asleep.

On Friday night I went to Natalie’s sister’s birthday party at the Castellorizzian, or however you spell that. It was fancy dress, and I dressed up as nobody in particular in a long strapless black dress. We (Natalie’s friends, who had our own table) were vastly outnumbered by Nat's sister Melissa’s friends, the “teenager” teenager crowd. Much to my surprise I knew some of them – Justin (terrorist – fake gun and balaclava) and Chris (kilt!!) went to Helen O’Grady’s where I used to do drama. This was just as well, for Justin was the only guy to say two words to me from seven till midnight – these being “Oh, hi, long time no see, small world, still do drama? Cool, bye!”

The tables all had little candles on them. My table’s resident pyromaniac, Telisa, attempted to set fire to a carrot stick, which turned black. Similar experiments with a jelly frog melted all over the tablecloth. At one point an accidentally lighted napkin was dropped on the floor, where it burned amid screams until I poured a glass of something red and fizzy over it. The main source of food for the evening, apart from the rapidly decreasing amount of carrot sticks, were some plates of crackers and a table at the back containing seafood. There was also cake, but a noticeable shortage of spoons, which was not corrected until they brought in the ice-cream.

Following a few hours of dancing (Melissa’s crowd) and half-hearted wandering on and off the dance floor (guess who), the “teenager” teenagers started a game of spin the bottle, which was amusing to watch until I contracted ten-thirty-itis and sat with my head in my hands for half an hour, then wrote poetry until my dad arrived to pick me up at quarter to twelve.

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TDK
Jul 1, 2003

Timothy David Korenblium was born at 2:00 in the afternoon on Monday the 30th of June 2003. He has deep blue eyes and lots of light brown hair. He makes noises like a cat... hm.
I am tired like hell cos of being woken up in the middle of the night by my parents goin 2 hospital... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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And then some
Jun 27, 2003

Well - Tuesday wasn't quite zippo as an Aboriginal dancer thing came along for HSIE which was a good way to waste an afternoon, and led to the invention of the Asassins Square Dance which may be found elsewhere in the guide but probably miss-spelt...
Wednesdays I do tae-kwon-do which is slightly (UN)like the aforementioned Asassins Square Dance only less dosidoing...
Natalie turned up on crutches to invite us to her birthday party... I was in a hurry and never found out what was wrong with her leg...
Thursday was my singing gala concert thingy to which twenty people turned up and Liv and Chloe were surprised so many did....
Today was entirely uneventful... busted by Mr Flanagan for reading in class... had PE but the teacher was doing sport photos so we had to sort of hang around on the lowers, where Alice and I read our respective novels, Anna and some people tormented Amy for no readily apparent reason except shes so cute when she squeals... Tenielle Ally Ronnie Laura and probably some other people I didn't notice looked at peoples mobiles, and some senior guy and girl where talking about sport on our bench... evidently he's one of the 5%... so -
absolutely nothing happened!

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Erm well... gee i feel embarrassed
Jun 24, 2003

Uh... well, I haven't written even the horoscope for ages... to tell you the truth I'd really forgotten about it... ah well. I'll fill you in on the last feew days...

Okay, Sunday, Page-to-Stage auditions, none of which I got into. Oh well, theres always next year. I did, however, bump into an old family friend who I didn't remember at all... how embarrassing...

Monday - The Athletics Carnival. I failed miserably in high jump and javelin. The long jump was actually okay... my ankles kinda gave way not long afterwards, so I sat and talked to people about Harry Potter (moan groan)....
also the junior dance. Sydney girls + Sydney boys.... despite the fact that SBHS is 95% wankers...
Top 3 reasons for going to the dance:
1. Peer pressure
2. 5%
3. ....um.... peer pressure!!
My shoes started wearing holes in my feet around 9, and Ally tried to set me up wit some Sydney Boys guy... the 5% obviously didn't turn up. Unless they were Asian in which case were socialising with Asian girls full stop. I think there is something to the theory that you tend to find people atractive who look a bit like you... in, like, face shape and stuff. You certainly find a lot less cross-race marriages than you'd expect, what with all the Asian/Russian/English/*fill-in-nationality-here* mixed people... I'm rambling a bit arent I...

aaaaaaaanywayZ..... MOVING right along... Tuesday, today. Zilch, zippo. Bubbye!

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Told you so
Mar 21, 2003

That gothic cult you giggled at 6 days ago is out for revenge. Find a broom cupboard, and hide in it. Don't eat salads, and beware of cute little bunny rabbits with glowing red eyes. That is all. Thank you.

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