Thoughts...

I’ve been banned from the Internet at the time of which I am writing this. I know it will only be for a short time (until tomorrow) but Mama still thinks it bothers me. Yes, I have the keen and uncomfortable knowledge that I can’t access my favourite websites (Tumblr and the like), I can’t install my new Photoshop program as I want to and just the fact that it isn’t there (Mama has turned the internet off to prevent any of us-my siblings and I-from accessing it. But it truly doesn’t bother me as much as she seems to think it does.

She seems to be under the impression that I lack imagination; that the Internet is my only source of entertainment. That I am unable to entertain myself.

To me, at least, the concept of having nothing to do once the Internet is taken away from me is a foreign one. I spend half the week without the Internet (at my Dad’s house), what does she think I do there? Sit around and curse the world and my father’s lack of entertainment? No. Definitely not.

I write, for one thing. I write stories about nothing; stories about everything (Ha!). I can sit for hours, if I have enough inspiration and drive, and simply write. A few hundred words in as many minutes, or a few thousand in a few hours. I don’t need the Internet until I want to put what I’ve written up; and even then, I wait until it’s entirely polished and I am completely pleased with it before even considering posting it. If I don’t have Internet, it can always wait to go up, it’s not an urgent thing.

I draw. She knows that I draw. I draw all the time; sketches, attempts at polished pieces and the like. I rarely use a template or a reference image for my sketches; they are usually caricatures and not true to life, and they far outnumber any polished pieces I work on, which always have a reference, however-like I said-are few and far between and reference images don’t always come from the internet.

I’ve recently finished (or thereabouts) a drawing of my friend Gabby, I’m really quite pleased with it; it’s my first completed drawing (sketch or polished) of 2012 (the apocalyptic year!). I found an image on Facebook of her and saved it onto my computer; once I had done that, I closed my Internet browser and sat for an hour or two drawing her from this picture. As soon as Mama returned from work she told me that I had to get off the Internet and come and be sociable with the rest of the family (who, by the way, don’t enjoy my company all that much, anyway. Being a sarcastic teenager and all). When I told her I wasn’t on the Internet she didn’t believe me.

So, I’ve been wondering, does Mama truly think that the Internet is my only source of amusement? Even disregarding the two options I have above, there are many things I can-and will-do to occupy my time as a replacement to the Internet (books, to name one). It seems almost patronizing to me; that she would believe that is a little bit astounding to me. It’s not really a problem or a punishment for me, for her to take away the Internet merely means that I will find a new way to be unsociable and entertain myself. Despite all my posturing (Oh I miss Tumblr! I can’t wait to get the Internet back!), it doesn’t matter all that much. Whatever is on the Internet will still be there tomorrow, or even after that (unless of course it’s ABC iView, which only keeps videos up for a short time). It can all wait.

Are other people’s parents like that? They think the only source of entertainment for teenagers nowadays is in the form of a giant spider-web-like network that turns them into mindless zombies and makes them into the people parents warn their children about when they first venture into the supposed anonymity of the Internet? (At least, that’s what the Tumblr kids are.)

Particularly Uninspired

I'm back! (As you can clearly see read)
So, after two days of being completely uninspired to write anything... I'm still completely uninspired to write anything. Isn't it fascinating? However, this is not a habit I want to drop so I'm going to spend the next few minutes grasping at nonexistent straws as I think of what to write...

*now imagine a teenage girl grasping at invisible straws on her ceiling (now you have a lovely visual of what I'm like in my head right now)

You see, all my writing inspiration is gone. I've been drawing; but I can't seem to find anything to write about.

Lets just go with something basic, shall we? Photographs of New Years? Sure, why not? (shrugs)

Leaving my step-dad's unit to go and watch some 9 o'clock fireworks down at the foreshore, we felt the need to take a picture of our shoes. (We do that a lot, it seems) Would you like to know whose feet they are (you don't have much of a choice other than to click the close/back button, I'm going to say so anyway). Mama is the one with the purple thongs/flip-flops/jandals/insert preference here (I'm going to call them thongs), then you have Tasmin in the red Vans, Anna in the brown gladiator sandals, me in the yellow (!) ballet flats and little Eden in the orange canvases.

Me, dancing (while sitting down) whilst waiting for the sun to go down and fireworks to ensue. (As well as thoroughly embarrassing my family)

Me and Mama, still waiting for the sun to go down.

Told you we took to many pictures of our shoes.

Mackenzie. (He wasn't very happy, but look at the flashy lights!)

Anna and myself in the amazing flashy glasses.

Bowties are cool. (50 points if someone gets that)

A new year, a new blog, a new experience.

Doesn't that sound cliche?
(Oh, I know does, very much so actually.)

So; we've made it into 2012 (the year of which the apocalypse supposedly arrives... Again. This is what? The third time in as many years?). Some of us have arrived kicking and screaming (myself), some gracefully, positively and willingly (almost everyone else) and some of us have simply realised that we now have to remember to put a two on the end of dates instead of a one and are dreading all the times they'll have to cross out and re-do all their nicely written numbers (school kids).

Now, I'm here (finally trying to do a blog) so that I can tell everyone who cares to listen the horrors of my remaining two years of (compulsory) school (in other words, vent, so that I can avoid doing something terribly stupid).

So! With a new laptop and a year barely begun (again with the cliches) I embark on a dangerous (and probably redundant) path towards making my life just a little less private to the rest of the world, in the form of a blog. Where I'll comment on everything from my schoolwork (heaven forbid) to my opinion on international happenings (I should probably watch the news for that) and probably delve a little bit into the world celebrities by commenting and judging them (like a good little teenager ought to. Ha!).

And off we go!