Confessions of a Dreamer [entries|friends|calendar] Olya-Lark journal | profile | friends | userpics | calendar | update This journal and all its contents are properties of teh Lark, otherwise known as Olya. Besides talking about herself in the third person, she enjoys reading (especially fantasy), writing (ditto fantasy, when she's not hiding behind the pretences of a "writer's block"), dancing, cuddling her puppy mercilessly, and wasting large amounts of time online. The 18-year-old attends a religious all-girls' school in a small town in Middle Earth (aka NZ), where she gleefully abuses all the powers granted to her as a School Leader. She also frequently goes in and out of obsessions, her current one being the Rasmus, hats, and headwear of all sorts. During these obsessive periods, she tends to aquire large amounts of the subjects of her obsessions - past trends include Orlando Bloom, Harry Potter, wicca, dolphins, and Narnia, among others. (Sadly, the persona of Orlando Bloom has not joined that collection, nor does she have a real dolphin in her numerous collection.) Her obsessive-compulsive tendencies aside, Olya can be seen as a somewhat attention-seeking individual, prone to bouts of stupidity and prancing onstage. The notion of making this journal friends-only has been considered and rejected, seeing as not all of her friends wish to waste their time updating an online journal, and she really wouldn't wish to leave them out of her terribly exciting updates. F R I E N D S ikonography | rl & rpg | other | communities L Y R I C S In the Shadows ~ the Rasmus No sleep, No sleep until I'm done with finding the answer Won't stop, Won't stop before I find the cure for this cancer Sometimes, I feel like going down, I'm so disconnected Somehow, I know that I am haunted to be wanted I've been watching, I've been waiting In the shadows for my time I've been searching, I've been living For tomorrows all my life They say, that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe But I, I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave Sometimes, I feel that I should go and play with the thunder Somehow, I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder I've been watching, I've been waiting In the shadows for my time I've been searching, I've been living For tomorrows all my life Lately, I've been walking, walking in circles Watching, waiting for something Feel me, touch me, heal me Come take me higher I've been watching, I've been waiting In the shadows for my time I've been searching, I've been living For tomorrows all my life I've been watching, I've been waiting, I've been searching, I've been living, for tomorrows... In the shadows... In the shadows... I've been waiting... L A Y O U T For the first time, I've made a layout that's best viewed with 1024x764, not worrying about what it looks like in a smaller resolution. Because this is my journal, and so I'm making it best viewed in my resolution. So there. Image is by moi, using brushes from Annika von Holdt. [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

Last [19 May 2005|11:17am] So. The last week I've been... sick as a dog, really. Friday I was all tired and stuff. Saturday I began to feel sick. I had work at the Palms, got there half an hour earlier because I had no idea where to go. Went window-shopping, and the entire time had to concentrate not to faint. Work was abysmal. Called in sick for Sunday, but would still have to open up. Went home and to bed. Sunday... had work. Felt moderately better than Saturday. Went into Pak'n'Save to buy Throaties and came out with the Morning Burst cleanser and Johnson&Johnson hair-minimising body lotion. Left at 1 instead of 5. Once got home, had to run through the rain to the uni, where I debated awfully cause I couldn't freaking think straight. Went home, collapsed on the bed to have a nap but had a message from Lu, who was all freaked out about her hair. Had to go visit her, and calm her down, and tell her it looked gorgeous - cause it does it's so freaking awesome - and made her come out from hibernation with her parents where she'd been for the last couple of days and back to BJ. I went to bed while Nicki and Lu went out. Monday felt craptastic. Tuesday was no better. Have a lab report for psych to write up. Discovered I could download things for free, including movies in less than 30 minutes. Have been downloading like mad. Wednesday I woke up in a sweat, and spent the entire day in bed. Hibernating. And watching movies. Skipped all lectures. Flagged doing the tutorial work for Law due tomorrow at 12, as could not think straight. Convinced Lu not to re-dye her hair. Anthony saying he liked it may have helped. Found out I got a B+ for Psych, which I was sure I failed. Thursday felt better. Dragged my ass out of bed in time for Law, but not for the Spanish lab. Didn't wake up with a headache, though throat got sore as day ran on. Ran out of Throaties, but Simon from Spanish was a honey and gave me a full packet. Did the stupid Spanish quiz. Probably failed it. Found out I got a B+ for the Spanish test, which I also thought I failed. Dinner was icky fish stuff, so we went to Big Gary's to buy dinner. (Matt, as usual, was absolutely broke. It wasn't actually his fault though, the bank did fuck him over... Anyway, he'd probably have to work home (again) seeing as he couldn't afford to put any fuel in his scooter seeing as he had $0.30. So I gave him my $20, which he swore he would pay back in full, and very typically, off he goes and buys Big Gary's for him and me. Idiot.) Flagged Gentlemen's Club night to go to bed early. And that's the last week caught up. I can't be bothered writing about Gary's right now. Catch you up next time. confessions of the soul

[06 May 2005|07:10pm] I am exhausted beyond belief. Last night was gentlemen's club. We had been planning to go like that song goes - "guy's shirts short skirts" - but it ended up that Daisy's shirts actually covered our skirts. It was just me and Megan in her room at the time, so we decided to have a change of plan. First of all it was just girl's shirts, but then we realized we had fishnets. So we opted for skank. (I ended up going in fishnet's, wine-red skirt that was extremely short and had a SPLIT in it to boot, with black fishnets, Megan's pink shirt and black lace-up fuck-me boots; Megan opted for the school-girl look, and Tiff just went with the low-cut top. It was great. The looks we got was so worth it.) But Gary (the guy who Megan's crushing on and has a girlfriend) was there, and I was acting like I always do, though admittedly I wasn't hugging him like I was Chris, or putting my arm around him like I was with Brett. (This isn't even mentioning Matt, who slapped me on the ass and I spent the whole night getting him back. Seriously, if it had been anyone but Matt I probably died. But he's one of my besties, so it was okay.) I was just talking and stuff, and she thought I was flirting with him :S I felt so bad. I mean, first of all I wouldn't go after a guy a friend had her eye on, and second of all he already had a girlfriend. So when we got back I was all depressed cause I got a hole in the fishnets I bought today, so I went straight to bed. (Besides, Matt went out with Megan and Gary and stuff and I was just like... I hope you haven't gone out to smoke again. Only I didn't say it.) Got woken up by my phone, stupid stupid woman trying to get hold of Dad. Had a very incoherent conversation. Realized I had a text from Nicki - sent at 1:37, when she ditched Gentlemen's Club cause she wanted to have an early night - asking if I wanted to go ice-skating. Had the presence of word to text "yea" back and flop back into bed. Got woken up again at 10:30 by Nicki, who had just rolled out of bed and picked up the phone. More coherent conversation. Had a shower, said hi to Matt - who, as usual, forgot to close his curtains and was now awake on account of the sun - and ran off to ice-skating. It was a freaking awesome day. It was just us two for a while, so we chatted to the guy who handed out skates, and he skated around with us for a while, and apparently he usually works Wednesdays, and told us to come next wednesday. And then Nicki fell, and then I fell, and we both have more impressive bruises. And about 3 hours later the rink closed (but we got Greg to play the Killers and the Rasmus, and got him to turn the lights on for us, yea!) and we started to wander back to the bus stop. But we didn't know where it was and were both exhausted, so deicded to see a movie so we wouldn't have to think. Unfortunately, we missed dinner. So now I am extremely tired and hungry. I'm falling asleep, and I was planning to catch up on my work today, and still have to figure out how to get to the Palms for work tomorrow. Le sigh. confessions of the soul

[01 May 2005|10:49pm] [ mood | giddy ] [ music | Starry-eyed surprise ] So, Saturday I had my stupid stupid stupid stupid psych test worth 35% which I failed so completely. And today I worked all day so I'm extremely tired. I've been going to bed for almost four hours now. First I was reading Princess which I borrowed off Tiff cause she's as obsessed about arabic things as I am and is doing international law, too. And then Bill came. And took photos of me with my phone. And tickled me. And then he left with my phone. And I had to go downstairs to give my guardian angel present to Claire (we've been having guardian angel week where you are supposed to be nice to one person and leave them presents and stuff without them knowing) And then I ran into Nicki and Suzi. And we hassled Nicki for a while. And she's over Matt to the extreme. And wants a boyfriend. Well, not a boyfriend but just a guy who'll give her affection. And isn't Matt. So when I'm spending time with Nicki I'm ignoring Matt and when I'm spending time with Matt I'm ignoring Nicki. But I like girlie chats with Nicki about what's going on with the Cranmer 1 guys, and I like having Matt to snuggle against when we were watching that horror/comedy/porn movie thing called Cheerleader Massacre cause Duncan stole my seat. *kills Duncan* I've been shitty at everyone all week cause I've been PMSing but hopefully that's over now. Eeeeee Lu comes home tomorrow! Yaaay! Maybe I shouldn't have stolen James' gingerbeer. 1 confessions of the soul

[26 Apr 2005|07:45pm] Um. You know how I earnt around $200 for that exhausting work over the weekend? Well. There's not much left now. Um. The whole straight-hair-actually-looking-good-on-me encouraged me to go in for a consulation today. I say I went into a consultation, but I came out an hour later with way, way less money than I had going in. Let's just say that very little of that $200 remains. I got my hair shaped and had foils put in. And it looks nice. I think. But shit. So, so expensive. Major gulit trip now. Mum is going to kill me. But I deserved a break after taht essay. And I've been needing a change. And they were going to put the prices up, like, *then* by about and extra $20 each for foils and cuts and everything else. But she said she'd let me go for the early prices. And it's my money. Right? Right? 3 confessions of the soul

[20 Apr 2005|04:59pm] [ music | don't phunk with my heart - black eyed peas ] To-Do List: study for Spanish quiz tomorrow revise learn/type up all the freaking Psych notes so I can study for the 35% test on the 30th (must start early cause have no notes whatsoever) write 1700 words about New Zealand Parliament for Law by the 26th write spanish journal by the 26th The amount of work I have depresses me. But oh my gosh, everyone is being so cute. I shut myself away in my room all yesterday evening; have done the same today. I walked out of my room just now to Matt and James' (they're next door) to ask if they had any twink, and the moment Matt saw me, he was all "back to study!" *points out the door* I was hoping they wouldn't be mad at me for pretty much completely ignoring them since yesterday, probably until after Anzac, and they're being totally supportive. (I knew Nicki would, cause end of last term she was completely shut away and grumpy at everyone cause of the amount of work she had to do, so she knows just how I feel - the whole want-to-go-outside-cause-I-hear-people-but-can't-cause-have-stupid-assessments thing, but didn't expect it in such force from Matt and James.) I love those guys. And it's back for operant behaviour and observational learning for me. confessions of the soul

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