Dreams

Have you ever had an extremely strange dream, and then woken up and thought "what the hell was i thinking!?"? Well i had one of those dreams just the other night.

I was in Anglesea, a small town on the Great Ocean Road and i went to the local IGA (supermarket) and i bought a small packet of lollies (yum!). i went over to the counter and the guy said i had won something. i asked him what he said, "OMG you won a horse!". I was pretty happy.  Dad told me it was time to go back to Melbourne, but he said i couldn't bring the horse but he could come back and get it later. I went and found a bare block of land and tied the horse to a tree. The horse would need water and food until my dad got back so i went to the people living next to where i left the horse. i rang the doorbell and out popped an old lady can i help you? she asked, yes- but i was cut off because a fat ferrule fat man stomped down the hall and pushed her of the porch and surprisingly enough i didn't take any notice. i asked him if he could look after my horse he said "sure..." and then a huge evil grin appeared on his face, "i'll take care of that silly horse, but i cant promise it wont get bitten, that field is full of snakes." i ran down and untied the horse and ran, every second step i saw another snake and screamed"SNAKE!" over and over. then of corse, how every dreams ends, i woke up.

Funnily enough, i don't mind snakes, they're actually not that scary and i love looking at horses but i don't love them. i don't want one. Today's question is, What do our dreams mean? A friend told me that dreams are either what you want or what has happened to you already. well i've never won a horse, and i don't want one, and i'm not afraid of snakes and i've never screamed at one. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? am i crazy?

This isn't my craziest dream though. once when i was about 6 i had a strange dream that i was in a huge meadow with dinosaurs. i wasn't scared, i just stood there. then the count from sesame street was running after me counting my steps in that stupid accent of his, then i was scared.

See what I mean? Dreams are weird. And for the record, i have never been nor wanted to be in a field of dinosaurs. and i DEFIANTLY have never been or wanted to be chased by the count.

Well, I'm off now. I found a great song that ALL of you should DEFIANTLY take a look at. Todays was your last dayby Nickelback. I love it.

Over and Out, Lyndall

Country girl realizes something...

Coming from the country, to a great city like Melbourne, happiness is an emotion I realized Melbourne is lacking. The shopkeepers, who are supposed to be warm, friendly and happy, are not. They walk around the store with slouched backs and speak in a slow monotone voice.

My question is why citizens of Melbourne are always so unhappy. It is quite rare to find a lone person walking the streets of the CBD with a smile on their face or a skip in their step. I mean seriously, why is it so bad? Why do people frown while walking the streets of Melbourne? I know some people have something horrible in their life going on and I respect that its just if you work in the city, life can't be too bad, all the time.

Walking in the beautiful Collins Street, I passed many people conversing with each other and almost each time I heard swearing. Swearing is another one of Melbourne’s faults. It is quite rude and should be frowned upon. People often use bad language because they are angry, but even in the calmest of situations some people just use swearing for emphasis or to seem more ‘cool’.  If their definition of ‘cool’ is rude, obnoxious and couldn’t care less about small children then they’ve captured ‘cool’ perfectly.

I also find it down right rude when you accidently bump into someone, you say sorry and smile and they just stickup their long pointy noses make a 'humph' sound and stomp off. It can't have hurt that much and at least we say sorry. and stomping of is stupid too, they look like two year olds not getting what they want. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE THESE DAYS!? Everyone is so rude and, well just really rude.  Why not smile? Everything is better when you smile. I seriously think depression is evolving into a disease, I'm immune, but it's HIGHLY contagious. Lets call it... the sad flu, because it is like the swine flu, spreads fast and completely sucks.

I came from the country, and everyone knew everyone and if we didn't know them we would introduced ourselves. Swearing in the streets was never an issue, everyone smiled at each other and if you bumped into someone, it didn't matter, you just said sorry, smiled and walked off. the country is a beautiful, colourful place and I hope that the sad flu doesn't spread to the country, that would be awful. People of the country, I salute you if you smile while walking past people, because smiles are the best. THE best.

I personally love the country. The city would be AMAZING if people could smile more. I repeat, AMAZING. It would be so much more welcoming. I want to start a revolution. If you're reading this, please make the effort to smile and be polite.

I will leave you with some good advice, if it's not happy, it's not the end.

Listen to People Should Smile More by Newton Faulkner, It's inspiring.

Over and Out, Lyndall

My First Rant. How Delightful.

Today, was an alright day. I sat at home watched TV, played the computer, did a little scrap booking, and then came to write my blog. At first I had completely no idea what to write in todays blog, then i decided i would write about nosey people.

Nosey people are terrible. they like to get all up in your business and then twist it to make it sound worse or completely wrong. I especially hate it when they keep asking you what's wrong, and you either don't want to tell them, or there is NOTHING WRONG. I mean c'mon people! it's none of your bees wax, so stay out of it.

Rumors are another terrible thing. They are usually exaggeration of the truth but some is just complete crap. In year 7, there was a rumor going around that I had an STI (completely absurd). I was in yr 7 for crying out loud! Some people are crazy.

I also hate people who you think are your friends and then stab you in the back. Well, this has happened to me on various occasions. In fact, they turned the knife too. Rachel, I girl from my old school was the worst. I was best friends with two guys: Ollie and Jack. One day i was walking with her and a whole lot of other people when she called out to Ollie "Ollie, want to go out with Lyndall?" he replied "Only if SHE asks me". I wanted to stab her back. I never asked, and we never spoke again. About a week later we were all sitting in the library, Jack as well. I went to get a book and Rachel said to him, "Lyndall wants to know if you'll go out with her." he said, "Finally, sure." Rachel ran over to me and said "Umm, I might have done something very wrong." i said "What did you do this time?" she said, "I asked Jack out for you and he said yes." I was so angry. Later on I had to go tell him the whole thing was a joke, and not surprisingly, he never spoke to again either. Turns out, she also started the rumor.

So, you see, people like Rachel are cruel. They want to destroy someone's reputation, for their own evil pleasure. There might be reasons behind the random acts of not-so-kindness. I guess I'll never know.

Over and Out, Lyndall

Never Know.

Why do people never know what they have until it's gone? Simple answer. They don't appreciate things. I have changed my view on friends. In primary school, I had the worst friends. I changed for them. I'd do anything for them. They did nothing. After I moved to Melbourne last year I never really had real friends. My friends used to exclude me, tease me and worst of all leave me behind. I decided to give up on girls as friends, they were always pushing me around. I went and made some male friends. They weren't too good either. My guy friends all started 'liking' me so it was always awkward. I stayed with them because I thought 'At least they care'. After about a month my friends came to me asking if I could be their friend again. i naturally said yes. I ended up, right back where I was, in the dirt. Then came Nick.

Nick was my very best friend. he actually cared, and stood up for me, and I did the same for him. In english one day he started asking me questions about who I liked. I didn't 'like' anyone. Then at the end of the day, he asked if I 'liked' him. I said no.

We all had permanent seats, and Nick was seated next to me. The next day I came to school, and he hated me. He started kicking my shins under the desk, hitting my arms, calling me names. He made new friends, Luke and Max. They did it to me too. I hated it. It stopped in Year 7. We were in different classes. Thank goodness. He ask me out 3 times after that. Each time I said no. As if I would say yes after all that! Anyway...

In January 2008 I moved to Melbourne. I made even worse friends, and almost completely gave up. The whole year I was drowning in bad friends. Apart from one very special person, Keerthana. She was my life, the light at the end of the tunnel as you could say. I love her. she was and still is the best person you will ever meet. At this very moment I can barely see the keypad because my eyes just flooded with tears.

It wasn't until this year that I found true friends. Ones that would stick by my side, love me, hug me, friends I will never forget. I cried, when we went to the movies, because I felt like I belonged. They are the best friends a person could ever have. I love you guys. I would die for you.

Another of my obstacles is Cystic Fibrosis. I have it, and it's not good, but not bad. My pancreas is blocked off from the rest of my digestive system. Also, my lungs have much thicker mucus than yours, so it's much easier for me to get colds and coughs and much harder to get rid of them. Most people with CF live to be around 35. I'm lucky, and healthy, so I may live to be 50 or 60.

Keerthana I love you. Always Have always will. You are my angel. X.

So, to all those people out there, reading this. If you live under a roof, have fresh clothes for the morning and have amazing friends and family, you are the luckiest people alive.  I beg of you. Please do not take your life for granted. Mine is cut short, I'm making the best of what's left. Please think of my opening question, whenever you feel down, because people never know what they've got till it's gone.

Last Day of the Beloved Urban Week

Today, i realized how great the city is. It has everything. From brand name shops to beautiful old churches. The city is amazing. Before Tuesday, I had never been to the city. When I first walked under the Flinders Street clocks, everything was wonderful.

On Tuesday, I went to 'The Big Issue'. I was amazed at how lucky I actually am, and how unlucky some people are. I truly appreciate the life I have now. I completely love what they are doing at 'The Big Issue', it helps so many people. We got to meet an inspiring man, called Aaron. he is my idol, so Aaron, you are amazing. Later on, Sophie, Cassie and I all went to get a hot chocolate from Max Brenan's. The best hot chocolate I've ever had. Afterwards we went shopping in really expensive shops (Soph's idea). We were in Hugo Boss when Sophie recieved a call from an old primary school friend she had been trying to call all morning. She dragged me all the way down to Flinders Lane to meet up with him and his three friends. Soph knew Johnny (the guy who called) and Branden, one of his friends. We passed some window washers and then found them. I swear I was so close to fainting or melting that I was choking on my words. Johnny was hot. Really hot. I was complaining about how slowly they walked and Sophie said, "I think it's because they try to strut." I laughed. In the elevator up to our room Sophie said to me "You know Toneya? She thinks Johnny is hot." I replied "Can't imagine why." Incase Sophie got suspicious .

Wednesday, I was sitting in room 11.05 in VUT, when Claire, Laura and Brooke approached me. Claire said "You know Johnny, Soph's friend, that you met yesterday?" I nodded, she said "He thinks your really hot." I went running up to my friends practically screaming. I was so excited. Luckily enough, Sophie was away sick, so she wouldn't be sus. I was almost always hyperventilating. I had the rest of the day off, so i went shopping with Steph, Geena and Shaz, at the big Cotton on sale. I bought 2 pairs of sunglasses.

Yesterday, I went to the Aquarium. Our tour guide was Jason. His blink was very strange and forced, but, boy, does he know his fish.  Hannah and i named a glowing penguin Georgio. He was awesome. Steph was complaining to me because I have been asked out three times this semester, and rejected them all. Then I told her about Johnny, which didn't make things any better.

Today, I had 2 electives on in the morning. I had family planning and the AEC. Family planning was really boring but AEC was okay. Once again I had the whole afternoon off. I wondered around Melbourne and bought McDonalds for lunch, because I am a pig. Cassie, Caitlin Chantal and I all went down to Fed. Square for lunch, and I fed the seagulls, which wasn't a good idea because afterwards they swooped Cass. We walked around a bit more and I bought a necklace from diva. After I caught an express train back to Camberwell, Hannah, Maddy, Georgie and I went and saw 'The Proposal'. it was hilarious. I came home went on facebook for ages and then started a blog. hope you all have a lovely weekend! Over and out, Lyndall.