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I love new beginnings. [Jan. 1st, 2009|09:50 pm]
I always make new years resolutions. Usually the open ended sort, not one in which I actually need to achieve a particular thing, more to improve a certain aspect of myself. I always have far too many. I have a bit of an obsession with self improvement, which can be both good and bad sometimes.



-To not stress about school- but to try really hard. Please try to procrastinate less.

-To go running. Twice or more a week. To eat regularly and healthily. I don't want to have body image issues this year.

-Learn to sew. Make and alter clothes.

-Get a music theory tutor and practice cello every day.

-Read all those books I've been meaning to read.

-Knit a scarf.

-See more live music, and try and make it to my first music festival.

-Surround myself with friends and people I love. Have the confidence to meet new people and be more sociable.

-Try to be as selfless as I can.

-Buy an excellent camera, take lots of photos. Post them in this journal. (I recently realised I hardly ever do this. Which is something I think I'll regret in the future.)

-Be more adventurous with what I wear. Have confidence.

-Don't take life too seriously, or things too personally. (This is important.)

-Be optimistic.



I'm sure there are many people out there with similar resolutions. I have a good feeling about 2009 so far.
Right now I'm finidng it strange and a bit difficult getting back into the swing of writing things. I've been living in a bit of a bubble the last few months, school holidays often lead me to filling up my day with menial tasks, wallowing about a bit and often falling into bad cycles of guilt and unhappiness.

I'd like to change that. When it's not holidays all I want is to have them, and I get carried away with all the creative things I'd like to do. Anyway, I'll get there. I know today is technically just another day, but I like the idea of starting points and new beginnings.

2008 was a good year. I moved to Melbourne, I met many people, I gained so much independence. I missed my beautiful old house but never missed Geelong. I moved into an eco village in Brunswick and felt very much at home. I got a wonderful job (which I shall write about very soon, it deserves an entry of its own.) I also had cycles of anxiety, sadness and my cat got run over. But 2008 was the year I opened up to people and realised some of the things going on in my head didn't actually need to be there. I was told I had EDNOS and BDD. They are just labels, I don't know if I believed it. Whatever it was is almost behind me. I am very self aware. I developed this absolute awe and respect for my wonderful Irish literature teacher, acknowledged the fact that I get crushes on girls just as much as boys, but chose to ignore labels for now and just go with feelings. I have developed more confidence than I could've imagined.

Ah, stream of consciousness ramblings about a year of events... there are many other things to say, which will come in due time.

In the mean time, if you happen to have read this. Feel free to respond with ponderings of the year just past and hopes for the year just begun. x



(photo by Mark Borthwick.)

Also, I'm going to New Zealand in a few days with a friend. For three weeks. I'm excited about that.


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(no subject) [Dec. 28th, 2008|06:39 pm]
Today, quite out of the blue, I've decided to resurrect my online journal. I've been meaning to do it for a while. I sometimes feel like I want to document/share the things I do in my life. Have something to look back on.

I've also decided I should write primarly for myself, and because I want to. Not because I think I have to, or to cater for readers. (Usually the nicest journals to read are written by people who do this anyway.)
If this means I will mostly be writing about pointless rants or meaningless joys, so be it!

The adventures of Sunday the 28th of December;
I woke up craving sea air. So myself and my lovely bicycle (who I've decided to name Celeste) rode to Flinders Street station, got on the Sandringham train and got off at Brighton Beach. Brighton is filled with intimidating, big, ugly houses and far too many people, but I still enjoyed my ride to St Kilda, taking in the summery looking people and getting drunk on fresh air. I like the feeling of coming home at the end of a day; tired, salty and looking forward to food and a shower.



(a not great quality scan of a polaroid I took today. )

Ah, holidays. I am relaxing as much as possible before year 12- it's exciting to think that this time next year I'll have finished high school forever. And no, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet, but I'm not too worried. I know what sort of a life I want to live though.

x Alice
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pretty things [Jun. 19th, 2008|05:50 pm]









Words will be coming. Soon.
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knde,.qw sadwqa. streams of consciousness I am going to regret writing [Jun. 16th, 2008|12:06 am]
I haven't used this journal in almost a year.

I don't know if there is anyone to write to anymore. But it's enough for me to pretend there is.


I need help. Oh I need help.



I want my life to be beautiful, but it's the ugliest mess imaginenable.


And I cannot explain. And yes, I am incredibly lucky. And no, I can't understand why I feel like this.

I am numb. I am self conscious. I just don't know. I cannot articulate. But I need to write. Everything is broken up.



Clearly, I'm not in my right mindset right now. Oh I need help. I need help. I am sick of pretending. I need someone to talk to.
I need to feel I 'm worth something. I am sick of having my head in the clouds and never truly being understood. I'm sick of being unable to focus on anything ever. School is terrible. I am a failure. I cannot study. I cannot focus on anything. Nothing makes sense. Nothing.

I obsess over my own ascetics and this controlling, perfectionist side of me. my preocupation with beauty. Those words aren't even feel like they're coming from me. But they are the truth. A week or so ago I decided my life would be easier if I were thinner, and I became on the verge of anorexia, back to that stage I had four years ago. I cannot believe something so superficial is controlling me. I cannot believe this is the first time I've been able to realise there is something seriously wrong with me.


I want to wake up tomorrow and be a new person.
I am scared of everything.


I have been struck with the realisation that I can't keep living the way I'm living. I'm wasting my life dreaming. I'm achieving nothing. I AM nothing. I'm scared of everything. I need a hug. I need someone that understands. I need to stop hating myself. I need to stop writing this entry because my own words terrfy me, and the thought of what people are going to think terrifies me. And. And. And.

I'm so lonely. And I just don't know anymore. Everything has been building up for so long, and I've been ignoring it. Picking up, moving on. Trying. Trying. Trying. Trying to be someone I feel is worth anything.


There are so many things I have to be grateful for. I'm just scared about my own destructive ways of thinking and my own denial. Clearly I need help. Clearly something is not right. I will be happy. It will happen. I will be ok. Everything is always ok. But for now, I am not ok with the person I am.

I remain mysterious because it's easier than showing people that I'm so blank. oh god. Why do I take myself so seriously? Why am I so selfish? I am all I hate at present. And I know nothing in this entry makes sense, but nothing does in my head at the moment.

I am scared that if all the people I love knew these things, I would no longer mean anything to them. That I would be utterly alone.

I'm dreaming of somewhere pretty where I can be at peace and I can keep pretending I am fine.
But I need to toughen up and face the world, make an effort, suffer in order to strengthen my character. And to cope with life. I want to cope with life. I will never for a second believe life is not worth living.
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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2007|10:58 pm]
[Current Music |amiina- Kolapot]

Just before, I began to write some stream-of-consciousness nonsense about being lonely, and simply sick of myself being a dreamer. For some reason before I posted it I remembered something my friend Julia said about walking down a street and seing a wall with with large lettered graffiti on it. It said,

"everythings going to be ok." 
I pictured seing these words written on a wall, and found them to be rather powerful.

Maybe I'll just learn to live with who I am.

Life is short. Dance! Sing! stop fussing. Get on with it! Be unafriad. Open up and let people know you.
(I don't care how cliche I sound. :-) )

I've been listening to an Icelandic band by the name of Amiina a lot lately. It's a four piece, all female group who create intensely beautiful music using a variety of unconventional instuments. Weaving them all together hey can create some truly beautiful sounds. Their new album 'Kurr' simply makes me happy. It calms me. It keeps me sane.
I can't help but dream about one day being in a similar band to Amiina. It makes me smile to think about playing little bells and wine glasses while wearing pretty dresses.

Time is frightening me, as it's passing so fast. How can it possibly be mid year? How? I feel I must have slept through most of it.

I don't really like my new school. Living with Dad can be difficult, moving around can be stressful. I've felt lonely a lot throughout this year. But I don't really wish to write about that. I'll learn to live with those things. There remains to be wonderful things keeping me happy. 

Yes. I'll be ok! I'll laugh more and not take myself too seriously. And continue to love things and people.


Love for all of you, from me.


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Amongst such large changes, it's still the small things that mean the most to me. [Feb. 16th, 2007|11:39 pm]
[Current Mood | exhausted]
[Current Music |The Isle Of Wight- Sorry Stone]

There were cumulous clouds in the sky on the way home from Bendigo. They would have been wonderful to sit on, if such an act was possible. 

I sat on a park bench opposite a lake in Daylesford, and the sun in the sky made the water shimmer and glitter. The sun made it hard for me to look up without squinting. I swam in the lake in Daylesford, I lay on my back and watched the cumulous clouds. 
There's a lot of old houses with Tibetan prayer flags in Daylesford. 

Dad and I bought fresh bread from the baker on the way home from Bendigo, we bought blueberries and eggs from the side of the road too. I listened to The Isle of Wight on my discman on the way.
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Why am I the way I am? [Dec. 26th, 2006|11:49 pm]
I wish I were more down to Earth.  

I'm mature, but in such an immature way!

Sometimes, I feel hoplessly lost on Earth. I can't relate to people, more than usual. 








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A beautiful day [Dec. 20th, 2006|11:42 pm]
[Current Mood |tired and happy]
[Current Music |Okkervil River- Listening To Otis At Home During Christmas]

Before I sleep; while thoughts are still chattering, candles still flickering and music still playing, I thought I would just say hello. 
Today, I went to Melbourne. I made a friend on the train and did my Christmas shopping in odd, lovely places. I ran after trams, ate lunch in a park, attended a yoga class and ate Japanese food for dinner with my Mother. 
I wore a floppy, straw hat today.


My window is open and the breezes are causing the candle flames to make shadows on my wall. It feels like everything is moving! My whole bedroom is in this constant, changing movement. This thought has reminded me that we are floating in space, and the Earth is constantly moving. 
I never seem to lose fascination with that concept.



~
I almost apologised for the lack of substance in this entry- and the repetitive things I keep writing in my journal (my obsessions with simple things that in certain states of mind, seem divine to me.) But then I didn't. I realised something obvious for the first time.
It really doesn't matter does it? :-D


People of the world, I hope you are happy. :-)

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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2006|12:26 am]
[Current Music |Sufjan Stevens- Majesty Snowbird]

This evening I have been sitting on my bed watching the flickering of flames from the candles on my desk. I watch the little pool of melting wax around the wick and the wax gently running down the side of the candle, forming diffrent shapes.
As I watch, my head spins.  'The confusing workings in my mind, must be processed into words.' I think to myself. 


Today was the first day of my holidays, it was lovely and lazy and spent at Jini's- painting, lying in hammocks and enjoying each others company.

Yesterday, that was my last day at my school. It felt surreal. The day was filled with hugs, good wishes and saddened friends. I actually felt quite neutral, quite fine that day. But I realise now that the saddness and contemplation has hit me just a day late. It did come down to my own choice to move next year. The decision I made felt right but I can't think why. Perhaps it's the yearning for change in my life? Strangely enough, I actually wanted to set out and do something that I was uncomftorbale with. There's the process of making new friends, geographical difficulties, living with my Dad who will work late each night, to end up cooking meals, shopping, living with no internet acess or phone. It will be hard. But somehow it is what I chose.

I have a tinge of  fear about  regretting the decision, I fear loneliness or  becoming a sad wreck wanting to return to familiar comfort. But at the same time, I feel excited, positive and confident. These positive feelings are outweighing the negative dramatically; I want to launch into life and face risks! If things tumble down on me, I can only become stronger as a result, can I not? It's an independant, adventurous thing to do and my life might become all the richer as a result. I will be making a great effort to not lose contact with my friends so they will not end up as faded memories.

There is a friend whom I haven't mentioned nearly enough, and felt I should. This is Julia. Julia is a gypsy-like charcater, she's never lived in one place long enough to settle. As her friend this year, I'm like another stepping stone in a big row of stepping stones, that has been her life.  I found her compelling and fascinating straight away, and this year we have formed a remarkable friendship. I hardly know what to write about Julia, there are too many memories, too many things I adore about her. The news of me leaving, she took with a suprising enthusiasm and jealousy. (She too isn't particuarly fond of our school, and seems to have a fear of staying in the one place too long.) She's a nostalgic romantic, an oddball, a girl who chases beauty, a girl who loves the world. Together, we learn, discuss, laugh and love life.  Now, Julia is thinking of moving elsewhere too, but we plan to stay in touch always. "We'll catch up over soup in Collingwood", as she says. She is excited for me and the changes in my life, as am I for her.
I still remember the day where we danced outside all morning to music. Even when the wind and heavy rain came, saturating us completely, we still didn't stop. When we got dizzy, we lay down on the grass and let the rain pour over us. Julia has had a a profound effect on me this year. I feel priveleged to know her.

You know, this year has been magnificent. 
I have a sense of self, and finally, I am comftorbale in my own skin. I think, most importantly, I have been strong, and I have been happy.  

Much love and peace to you all, I hope you are all most content!
*hugs* 
~Alice



PS. A wave of love has hit me, and I so do feel like hugging someone. There was no one around for me to hug, so I hugged my teddy bear.
 Where would we be without teddy bears?

(I am a little disappointed with this entry because it hasn't delivered the message I wanted it to, let alone scraped the surface of describing the 'confusing workings' that were going on in my mind. But funny that, because they have mostly disappeared now.)
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(no subject) [Aug. 22nd, 2006|10:06 pm]
[Current Mood | Tired, but happy.]
[Current Music |Neutral Milk Hotel- In The Aeroplane Over The Sea]

The task of writing lj entry, which I have been wanting to for months now; has become rather bewildering. A blank page, which I could fill with so many things I’ve been thinking about, so many things I’ve been doing. But generally, I just grin at its blankness and write nothing.

My life, (it feels) has become tremendously exciting. A series of events and realisations has led to complete awareness that my life need not be dull, that there are too many wonderful people, existences and little joys in this world for that.

 
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On Sunday, I went on a drive with my parents to Bendigo, as my Dad is going to be living there; with a new 3 year job. The result of this means my family have more or less been torn into two. My Father wants me to move with him to Bendigo, next year for the rest of my school years. But this would mean leaving my Mother. And whichever way I chose to sway, I will be missing one of my parents. It’s a decision I don’t want to make.


Driving home that night listening to my diskman, Mum asked if she could hear some of my music. This surprised, but delighted me. And so, we turned up the CD player and I played her among my few favourite albums.

It was an indescriabably happy feeling, driving along at sunset- squinting through the window and letting the trees and the sunset merge together, sitting beside my Mother, whose eyes had weld up with tears of happiness during Sufjan Stevens’ “The Predatory Wasps of The Palisades are out To Get Us!”

 

Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she turned to me.

“This, Alice. Is the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard in my life.”

The words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. We shared a moment of understanding at that point. I absolutely adored her.

 

It was then that I opened my notebook and played with some words. I suppose you could say, I began to write lyrics, poetry.

And this, brings me to another immensely excitingly wondrous, thing!

I’m sure many of you are aware that Dave and Andy, myself and a few other brilliant people, are forming a band, known as The Parking Lot Experiments.

Oh, I don’t have much else to add on the matter; other than I’m wide-eyed with excitement about everything.

 

 

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see

 

 

With love,

Alice

 

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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2006|12:19 am]
[Current Music |Vetiver- Without A Song]

Today is not a day to be forgotten. 

Waking up was blissful. It was a natural rising. I opened my eyes slowly, and just lay there in bed, grinning with happiness for no real reason at all. I felt warm, comftorbale, grateful. I drew the curtains, opened the window- and put on The Strokes 'First Impressions of Earth.'  The song 'You Only Live Once' was timed with crazy-happy dancing around my room, followed by lying on the floor, looking at the roof, and thinking for roughly ten minutes.

There was very little I did today, there was music of course...and thinking. But today, I believe I understood myself. Today, it felt like all thoughts and ideas, and all the things I love, merged themselves together and left me feeling so oddly fulfilled. It was a feeling of self-awarness and confidence, an indescribable feeling of pure happiness. And now, at 1:00am, I'm tired. Yet, I feel every inch as happy as I did the very moment I woke up this morning.



Today, I smiled at the world. Today I smiled at everything and everyone.
Today has been one of the happiest of my life. 




And I didn't even get out of my pyjamas. 
:-D

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A silly entry. with 83 silly facts. [Jul. 6th, 2006|09:39 pm]
[Current Music |Belle and Sebastian- Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying]

In my head I've been collecting things, for a while now. I see something funny, I feel something significant or I do something diffrent. I have become really enthusiastic over little things. It's really quite wonderful.

I'm ridiculously enthusiastic about school at the moment. I get to study philosophy, comparative religions, animal farm in English, script writing in drama! It's exciting because I really have a huge intrest in all of them, I put my hand up a lot in class, join in enthusiastically. Going to school is no longer a bore- it's something I look foward to! I am doing an extra English unit called "written By..." and it's wonderful, basically it's a subject entirely based on you. You can listen to music while working, and write. Write whatever you want, a novel, a poem- anything! By the end of the semester we publish our finished work, share our work with others,  and reflect on our sucess. I am so excited by it. I'm writing a novel, well I'm starting to. The only problem is, I'm a little too keen for it to work- so instead of letting it all my imagination flow I'm constantly trying to work it all out. All I have right now is traits and ideas, things I love and want to include- I don't have a storyline at all! But I have created a character in my mind, I refuse to give up on them- because they've both come to life so well in my mind!

101  83 Facts About Me

1. I wasn't going to do this, but then decided I wanted to share some facts about myself, to be self indulgent, and for people to know me a little better.
2. I'm an odd person. I have a lot of ideas, and sometimes I get upset over the fact that I can't express them, or that all my ideas will get lost or muddled or wasted, or that I have no one to share them with.
3. These past months I've been extremely happy, and my confidence has sky-rocketed.
4. When I was 8, I was nearly run over by Queen Elizabeth.
5. The above was no exaggeration!
6. I eat unusual food- I'm a vegeterian and rather a health freak.
7. I like avocado on toast, with sunflower kernels and lemon juice.
8. When I came back from England, I had the strongest British accent- Back in Australia they all thought I was snobby.
9. I have two guinea pigs, name Pip and Squeak.
10. I love reading
11. I have accquired a thirst for knowledge
12. My favourite place to eat in Melbourne is 'Soul Food' , in Collingwood.
13. I absolutley adore music.
14. I love warm people with a sense of humour
15. I love it when people make me laugh
16. I love Sunny, Winter days- and when the sun makes me feel happy and sleepy 
17. I have very high standards for myself, which can lead in disappointment
18. I wish I was a more fun person to be around. when I don't know people well enough I tend to get nervous and unintentionally act someone I'm not.
19. I'm easily embarassed, and possibly have too much dignity
20. When I'm very happy, I sometimes dance around my bedroom at night
21. I'm very much a night person, I become awake and excited at night- more so then during the day.
22.  I sometimes get jealous of people.And as corny as it sounds, in my head I say "I am me, and I am special" and it always works.
23. I don't really think I'm special.
24.I love colour, fashion and art.
25. I get extremelly excited in vintage clothing stores or opp shops
26. I used to eat chalk. There is a photographic proof of this. 
27. Occasionally I read 'Frankie' magazine, sometimes 'Yen'
28. I have a pair of courdrouy trousers, which I love. They are the only pants I have.
29. I love people
30. social issues interest me
31. I used to think jelly beans were good for you. After all, Mum bought them from the pharmacy!
32. I drink herbal teas a lot
33. I do yoga 2 or 3 times a week
34. I love walking at night
35. I play piano, but badly
36. I play cello, but lack the motivation to put in the amount of practice I should.
37. I really would love to have children.
38. As a child, I used to love 'Madeline' by Ludwig Belhams, I collected the books and still own the rag doll.
39. I sometimes dream about travelling in Europe
40. I love love. And I love loving things.
41. I would love to travel to diffrent era's.
42. My Mum says I'm a nostalgic romantic
44. Sometimes I feel I wasn't supposed to be born in this era- things feel too advanced
45. I love smells which I associate with memories.
46. I'm tall for my age.
47. My hair is very dry, I can go a week without washing it and it will only be the slightest bit oily.
48. I ponder over things a lot, one thing I ponder about is how can something come out of nothing? How is it that the universe never ends? What is it like to be dead?
49. I'm an atheist.
50. My favourite TV show is Black Books, it makes me laugh :-)
51. I don't think I believe in magic, but then again- life itself is rather magic. When people say they don't believe in magic maybe they mean "I don't believe in ideas that don't actually exist on Earth'
52. My whole life I've always loved cardigans, and shoes
53. I love losing myself in large bookshops or Record shops
54. I quite like car trips, it's my thinking and music listening time.
55. I have absolutley terrible circulation. When it's cold I get chilblains on my fingers and toes, horrible, itchy, nasty things they are!
56. I love catching the train to Melbourne and losing myself in the city.
57. Bananas are the foods of the gods
58. I very rarely get bored
59. I love my grandmother Mary more than words can say.
60. When I was 4 I went through a stage where I would only wear green clothes. I had daily tantrums over the pink Kindergarten jumper. 
61. My sister Grace and I are so ridiculously diffrent- Imagine the exact oppisite of me, and that's Grace!
62. I write notes a lot. I take a notebook wherever I go and I write down thoughts, reminders and lists.
63. I like oil painting while listening to Sigur Ros
64. My middle name is Louise. This is also my Mother's name.
65. Someone significant called Edward Snell used to live in my house, some 150 years ago. I'm not sure who he is though....
66. If I was a boy, my name would have been Andrew, John or David.
67. Sometimes I wonder what my funeral would be like, and then realise that I'm being selfish and vain. then I feel guilty.
68. I have a few close friends whom I adore.
69. Jini makes me watch anime films which I secretly don't like.
70. I recently read 'Animal Farm' for English, and loved it. I almost cried with frustration at the true, depressingness of it all.
71. I want to make a diffrence to the world, I like to be enviromentally friendly.
72. I think that deers, owls and seahorses are all very cool animals.
73. I don't like that I've lived in Geelong most of my life, it's a deadly dull place.
74. I like my bedroom, it has a window with a nice view.
75. I have the desire to fly
76. My favourite font is Courier New, because it looks like a typewriter font.
77. I find animals fascinating, especially the unusual like armadillos or tree octopuses.
78. France is my favourite country, I love its romantic stereotype.
79. I am terribly emotional when it comes to films.
80. I really, really love music
81. I don't really know anything about what's 'in' these days. I don't complain about mainstream pop music, reality TV- because, I just never know about it.
82. I enjoy taking public transport.
83. I think 83 facts is a far classier number than 101. (...or perhaps I'm just lazy)



:-)

 

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(no subject) [Apr. 8th, 2006|01:22 pm]
A sleepy Saturday morning. I lie down on the lounge room floor, the bay window is open- letting in a gentle Autumn sunshine. Classical music fills my ears, fills the room, the house. Outside the trees are swaying in the breeze, casting shadows on the carpet-They're listening too.
Softly patting my cat, she purrs, deeply, contentedly.
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(no subject) [Apr. 4th, 2006|09:27 pm]
There’s something that’s niggling at the back of mind, and it has been for a few days now.
The thing is, I’ve always been a relatively good student. I can sail through most subjects, and I generally set high standards for myself. English, Drama, History, Music and French are my favourite subjects-and also the ones I tend to do best at. I honestly have never cared much for grades, (receiving A+s on tests is not going to make me a better person!) I just do my best, and hand in work only when it is done to my satisfaction. I generally do well in school… With the very major exception of Maths and Science.


This week I have received two D’s in both those subjects. When I saw the grades, I felt that extreme sinking feeling in the very bottom of my stomach. I knew I hadn’t done well in them, but I hadn’t really thought (or cared) about the tests until the dreaded paper was placed on my desk.
“Bit disappointing Alice, I expect better next time.”
I gulp.
Then  my classmates crowd around and say “what did you get, what do you get!?”
“Aw, bad luck”,
they say, after they’ve leaned over my shoulder and read my mark.
(Of course, they all received A’s.)

At the end of the class I leave, lost in thought.
The thing is… I actually tried. I studied! I get so extremely jealous of the people who appear to glide through tests oh-so-effortlessly! Algebra and Physics, to me are very difficult… all those formulas, numbers….it makes my head spin, I just can’t grasp it! Perhaps it’s the fact that I really can’t get myself to take an interest on what x equals if it’s divided by y, or Newton’s law of notion. I know that we tend to do better in the subjects that interest us. I know that I am capable of being able to do Maths and Science. I just need to put in the time and effort. 

I’m not really upset about my less-then-adequate marks (I’m afraid it’s nothing new in those two subjects.) It’s just that I set myself high goals this year; I was so determined for this year to be a successful one. However, the marks made me think. They ended up triggering a bigger, more intense feeling. You see, I understand that we all have our strong and our weak points in life, and I understand that we exaggerate our weak points and underrate our strong ones...but there is one intense feeling I still have, one that I’ve felt for almost my whole life. I’m generally a slow learner. It’s always been like that. I could barely read and write until I was 7 (but once I started I didn’t stop :D.) I’m the last to process information, the last to ‘get’ a joke.

I know I’m not stupid, but I sure do feel very naive as a person. I envy other peoples brains.

Another thing, is the way in which (a vast majority) of people I know or meet treat me. I guess I’m often treated as a rather naive person (most likely not intentionally.) Things are explained to me clearly and slowly. I hate that for some people their impression of me is ‘dumb.’ It’s the absolute last thing I want to be. Also, I too often feel that I’m not being taken seriously- I’m sort of laughed and smiled at when I’m being completely serious, or even when I’m upset. When I was little I used to say the most bizarre (but quite serious) things to my family, and they always laughed at me. I’d get extremely angry about this “Why are you laughing at me!?,” I’d say in a hurt and cross little voice, they’d reply with something like “Oh, your a funny one Alice…” Or “We’re laughing with you not at you!”
I’m quite aware that I’m a sensitive person, I don’t deny it. But I do often get this general feeling that I’m being ‘looked down upon’, or that feeling of not being ‘equal’ with other people, because they’re wittier and quicker, or whatever else it may be.

Do I look naive? My Mum once told me I do. To be honest, I’ve always been really, really unhappy with my appearance. I know this will sound ridiculous- I don’t know what it is about me, but I feel, sometimes- that I look stupid. I was thinking today “Why is the girl I see in the mirror not who I am inside!?” Our looks are just dumped upon us, we have no decision over them what so ever. But is it like that with our intelligence- is that ‘dumped upon us’? 

Actually, :-D. It’s funny, I began this entry  frustrated, and now that it’s all typed up in words, my mind has been put to rest a bit and nothing feels so bad. I’m actually in an extremely relaxed state, big cup of coffee by my desk, beautiful music in my ears. In perspective, I know I’m not stupid. I just… can’t seem to understand why I can’t understand!



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