In 1999 a rumour swept across the world: the year 2000 was a double leap year, with a February 29th and 30th. After prompting endless questions in discussion boards and other forums, this quirk of the calendar turned out to be a vastly successful hoax. But few people realized that there had already been a double leap year.

In 1700 Sweden decided to adopt the Gregorian calendar. To change from their current Julian date to the Gregorian one the Swedes needed to lose eleven days; however, instead of dropping them all in one year like the rest of Europe, Sweden used a different method. Their plan was to simply continue with their calendar as normal, omitting the leap days; by dropping every February 29th between 1700 and 1740 Sweden would slowly convert to the Gregorian date. Although this method would have left Sweden out of sync with the rest of Europe it prevented the economic and legal problems experienced by other nations.

Despite a good start - 1700 was not a leap year - the plan soon ran into problems, as 1704 and 1708 both contained leap days. At some point between 1708 and 1712 a decision was taken to abandon the plan and re-align Sweden with the Julian calendar. Consequently, in Sweden 1712 contained two leap days: February 29th was the normal one, while February 30th replaced the day omitted in 1700.

Sweden later changed to the Gregorian calendar in 1753, dropping the required days in one single block.

eh... why is this a hard decision....
to row with pulteney or to row with sasi/torrens, that is the question
someone, throw me an answer. i have about 3hours to make it.
that leaves me 2hrs to pack, get decent sleep, clean my computer up, download music and movies and drive to camp early-ish tomorrow.

I WANT TO ROW don't get me wrong, but Mum and I spoke to the lovely Christine and shes offered me a place and i accepted.
then Holloway rung and mum and him talked... and now everything is skew whif and hes expecting me to go tomorrow and I. JUST. DONT. KNOW.
I mean, a week of the most stuck up, FUCKING bitchy, whiney, prissy, little bogans pulteney rowing crew and with... what? three people who act semi-ly sane (myself not included... but HEY! at least they don't bitch about me behind my back when i'm in the next room 'asleep' whore). I WANT head of the river. Hell I'd do nationals at the moment.

Let me reiterate this... I. JUST. DONT. KNOW.

Training wise... yeah well its suicide :P
School rowing is just Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.... ONE session a day.
This thing I've been offered a place in it Monday morning, Monday arvo, tuesday morning, wednesday morning, wednesday arvo, thursday, friday morning, friday arvo and saturday...... O_O *faints*
the thought of that scares me.
...at least i'll get muscle :P

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
Someone give me a heads up.
TO. CONFUSED.
DYLAN COME DECIDE FOR ME *Cries*

xo.


/endrant

i was cleaning out my locker today and i found a notebook that i used to just take pretty much everywhere and jot things down, random things, song lyrics, words, doodles ANYTHING! and i was just re-reading over something realising that I won't be able to do half the things I did with the year 12s again (if louis comes on school grounds i will happily bash him).

exert - NB : i was fair upset at this point of writing this so yeah... corny much
'-[twas the night of the formal;]- ...Il loved Lawrence's shirt and just as I was taking my makeup off I remembered how much I just wanted it to be here and to pat the ruddles... oh and to giggle about the cumberbund. Ironically, I was about to go to the toilet I saw something on it and as I went to move it, I realised it was a shirt... Lawrence's shirt to be exat. ^_^ So i'm sitting on my beg, in my Pjs, wearing the shirt as almost a jacket patting the pleating. It makes me smile....'

see told you, corny much. But he's my bro and I am going to have some serious pining going on sooner rather than later.







i have this feeling that 2008 is going to suck

If you won $100 this afternoon, what would you do with it?

Me... I'd probably grab a few of my closest friends and go down to Leigh Street for dinner. Or Parliamento on North Tce. would be nice as well :)

If I didn't do that I'd probably go scout out Borders for some new reads ^_^

rowing season begins in 20days... how scary!








HAPPY BIRTHAY JEROME

do you know what pisses me off most?


when my back is already FUCKED and then SOMEONE my father comes up to me and starts kinda of tickling/attacking me and keeps getting me in the parts that hurt the most even when i tell him.


WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!!




now i just want to crawl back to bed and cry because it hurts so badly.




xo.

i got a 19 for english!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...
and a 15 but lts just focus on the 19 for the moment :)


xo.

To Do Before School Resumes List

-> clean remainder of room including top of cupboards and books in desk area

-> history essay plan

-> English Research Part I

-> Physics (attempt; if fails run to Lawrences house screaming for help)

-> Chem (attempt; if fails run to Olivers house screaming for help (also study for Chem test)

-> Maths -> Ch. 1/Ch. 2/Ch. 3

-> Italian (including italian test)

-> History (3hrs of video + 4pages min. note taking. 30% sem grades)

-> Update Italian Website

-> SEND WORK EXP FORM TO JILLIAN

-> Get Megs Bday pressie

-> Organise Formal Transportation (Jooooo have you organised yours? because Leanor and I are stressing!)

-> Organise Chiro Appt.

-> Organise Physio Appt.

-> Organise bday party invites... finally... *sigh*

To Do Before School Resumes List

-> clean remainder of room including top of cupboards and books in desk area

-> history essay plan

-> English Research Part I

-> Physics (attempt; if fails run to Lawrences house screaming for help)

-> Chem (attempt; if fails run to Olivers house screaming for help (also study for Chem test)

-> Maths -> Ch. 1/Ch. 2/Ch. 3

-> Italian (including italian test)

-> History (3hrs of video + 4pages min. note taking. 30% sem grades)

-> Update Italian Website

-> SEND WORK EXP FORM TO JILLIAN

-> Get Megs Bday pressie

-> Organise Formal Transportation (Jooooo have you organised yours? because Leanor and I are stressing!)

-> Organise Chiro Appt.

-> Organise Physio Appt.

-> Organise bday party invites... finally... *sigh*

So I've been doing some reading, more so than usual.
I've always had a fascination behind why people do things, what is there motivation, and some other factors but after reading out about the Virginia Tech University shootings I have formed my own opinion on the matter, along with Americas great love for things that go fast, or things that go bang.

On average, one person, generally a person under the age of 30 is shot every 4 1/2 hours in America... only in America huh?
Now how is this for statistics, About 12,000 murders a year a committed in the US with firearms, as compared to ibky 350 gun related murders in Britain, Australia and Canada combined.
Three countaries with a total of a great population have less gun related murders than one single (big) countary.
How is this possible?

George Bush was interviewed yesterday in America and when asked about having a gun reform he said that one was needed, but now was not the time.
In the wake of over 30 deaths George Bush thinks that this is not a good time to think about the uses of guns in America. Where two guns were used to murder more than 30 people, including three professors and injury many others.

I believe that the perfect time to talk about a gun reform is now, to prevent people, even just one, being killed by people wielding guns for un-necceasry use in the world.

you know... this english thing im printing off now, is the first thing that ive actually handed in on time this term.

be proud.
be very proud.

A single red rose.
The colour of blood, life, and love.
A single tear, blending with the falling rain.
Smudged mascara, the only external evidence that sadness, that pain was felt.
The sound of porcelain breaking, her heart being completely shattered.
One blow, one person, maybe an angel watching near by.
But she wouldn’t know, she was alive.

A metallic rustle, a cross entwined in her hands.
The dull thud of people standing, walking quickly to enter the heated walls of the chapel.
A lonesome girl, standing at the edge of the crowd.
Dressed in black, with a hint of green.
His favourite color.

Walking forward slowly she knelt down to the ground, and finally allowed herself to let out the pent up emotion of the days gone by. With shaking hands she pulled out a plain white envelope and with the rose, placed it at the foot of the monument.
Standing slowly, she let her fingers brush the lettering almost as if trying to make herself believe it was not just a dream.

A best friend, a brother but not by blood. Her hero, the only one she truly trusted. But where was he when she needed him most.
With shaking knees she stood, traced the name one last time and turned and slowly made her way back to the chapel as well.

An angel nearby, walking by her side. Brushing each tear from her face, but she didn’t notice. She was too preoccupied.
That letter was for him.

‘Did you know that I kept all our old letters?
That’s right, locked in my treasure chest under my bed. The one you gave me for my 10th birthday. Double digits. And you stuck a photo of you and me, dressed as pirates on the inside.
Remember that time we went ‘crabbing’ in the duckpond behind your house? All we, well actually you managed to catch was a duck. A duck who managed to get loose and catch your nose. Ah… good times huh? Such good times.
How about when your Dad made a huge, raging bonfire for the churches youth rally and we toasted marshmallows on the end of the old pitchfork? Your Dad used just a bit to much petrol and almost blew up and dumpster! And when the fire brigade came your Dad had a lot of explaining to do, so you spent the night at my house. Nothing new, you basically lived there. But the next morning my room smelt like charcoal and ash because we didn’t get rid of the clothes. It smelt like that for a month.
Do you remember your first girlfriend? Jessie, I think her name was. I was so angry that you walked around holding her hand that I ignored you for a week. I never did confess that it was me who wrote the note saying that she didn’t want to go out with you any more.
I’m sorry. I guess I was just jealous.
Do you remember when my great-grandma died and I just lay in your arms and cried?
No words were needed.
You could feel the pain that I was going through and your hugs were probably the only things that kept me sane.
I stayed at your house all night, and at school the next day you wouldn’t let me out of your sight. Even when we had separate classes you’d message me to make sure I was alright.
The next day on the way home you presented me with a little box and told me not to open it till I got home. Nestled inside was a beautiful silver Celtic cross.
But did you know I wear it everyday?
I don’t know if I ever did say thank you.
Do you remember the summer you went away? I was 16 and you’d just turned 17. Without knowing it, we each wrote the other a letter everyday and when we saw each other at the airport we exchanged out bundles and laughed.
Our parents called us twins but we knew it was because we had been friends our whole life.
Do you remember the car crash now? You were 18 and out with the boys. Do you remember accepting the lift in the brand new Ford? I thought we swore that we would never get into another persons car who had been drinking?
I suppose we all forget sometimes.
Do you remember the music as you turned the corner? Do you remember the oncoming train?
I suppose I’m trying to tell myself that it wasn’t your fault, the reason why your parents just left a phone message to say…
But can’t you see these tears as they roll down my face as reality comes crashing down, as I realise all the things I never did say.
Your hair was always such a mop, but every single curl was perfect in my eyes. You looked like a golliwog, but that was alright. It just suited your sweet but goofy nature down to a T.
Your brown eyes that you despise were my escape. They truly were the windows to your soul that pulled me in, wondering what truly lied beneath. You just had to look at me and it felt like all of my deep, dark secrets were drawn out of me.
And that ‘look’ that only you could give. Where I knew that you knew what was going on deep inside of me. I never knew what to feel when you gave me that look. Worried, relieved, sad, happy, I didn’t know. But I knew that you were always there for me.
That part made me appreciative.
That heart of yours, so big, so pure; always willing to help anyone. It always saw the best in others even when their wrongs were exposed.
But I never asked it the truth, did I?
Was there a possibility that it liked me as mine does yours?
Did you too, keep all our old letter?’

Reply to this and I will...
1)Tell you why I friended you.
2)Associate you with a song/movie.
3)Tell a random fact about you.
4)Tell my first memory of you.
5)Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6)Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7)In return, you MUST spread this disease in your lj.





stolen from bel-face :P

i won't say that i'm in love

it leads to heart break

i'm to tired of my heart being broken by fickle boys

but i've been given good reason to open my heart up to you

...and its working...

don't break it

please

don't break it





On a happy note - UNI BOOKS = FTW :D:D so going back!

my italian dictionary... Jo you have to smell it!!!!!

i can tell you anything


except that i love you






why can't i step up and just tell you how i feel?

...i lied... im sorry. i'm turning into the person i didnt want to be.



I hope some day you'll understand,
find it in your heart,
to see who i really am,
forgive me for all this falling apart.



i'm tap dancing and sinnnnnggggiiiinnnggggg in the rain! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D





thankyou for making me feel like i am worth something and being able to make me smile even when i dont want the world to see me

HEY! JO OWES ME $5 BECAUSE I DIDNT WHINE ABOUT BLISTERS ON CAMP!
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

that is all :)

so this is some of my novella.... its currently scattered around the place but I'm just trying to get it typed out and editing/refining can come later on. Enjoy.

no longer mine, this heart of darkness
distorted with the pain of day
the tears, which wash this face
a constant reminder of what is not mine
...i lost a friend
somewhere along the bitterness of life
...if only I knew how to save a life...

Crumpling the paper I let it fall to the ground.
What use was it? No amount of workds, of tears, could change the past.
The loss was priceless and it disguisted me. Change was inevitable, this change couldn't be changed back no matter how hard I begged God to change it... if there was a God.

snap

those damn fingers, always when I'm thinking.
"What?!"
"Woah... calm down girl!" was the reply I recieved, "I just wanted to know if you're going to come to lunch with us."
"Uh... sure."
What choice did I have without them getting suss.
"You alriught? You look totally out of it."
"Rai, how many times do I need to say I'm fine to get it through your head?"
"Uh... I dunno!" a playful smile crossed her tanned face, "a hundred million?"
I let out a groan, picking up my pencil case, "you really are infuriating you know!"
She laughed and poked me in the ribs, "and you remind me every single day."
She grinned and set off towards the door. I stalled.
Rai reached the door and turned around, her fingers running smoothly through her sideways styled rocker fringe, "You still thinking about it aren't ya Hun?"
Her voice was lowered and her gaze was piercing. I knew I should be honest with her. I mean, I get up with her but I don't thinks she could take one mroe mention of him.
"No." I hurried to her side, preparing to brace myself against the sun as she opened the foor to the hot 30-degree day beyond the comforting shade and coolness the science lab had offerened, "Shall we?" I said sticking a fake grin on my face.
I felt like a clown with a painted on smile.
As the sunlight hit me, any ounce of warmness left my body and I felt cold.
'If I could give anything to bring you back to me, I would.'

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20 HARD... NOW
The cox box crackled to life as the girls begun their first three strokes and got ready to do their first hard strokes.
HARDER GIRLS, LONG AND STRONG, THATS 5 DONE
the blades glistening with the cool morning water flying off of the oars with each stroke. The faces of all eight girls and coxswain with a mean determined look in their eyes.
THAT GOOD GIRLS. WE'RE LEVEL WITH WILDY. I WANT A PUSH ON THE NEXT... GO
Beads of sweat forming on the neck of each girl.

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"Dance girl, Dance."
I glanced in the mirror to the window to see who was calling me.
"Oh, hello Teddy," I said blushing slightly as I hung up the dress I was previously holding and spinning around in front of me.
I discarded the dress onto the bed quickly and moved towards the chest of drawers on the otherside of the room.
"You know," he said climbing through the window, "That lime green is quite a nice shade on you."
He picked up the discarded dress and in two striders crossed the room.
"I really think that you should wear this one to the school dinner tonight," he said putting it gently into my hands.
Smiling gently at him I took the dress and hung it on my door handle.
"You know, I often wonder where I'd be without you," I say giving him a small hug.
Ruffling my hair he hends over, "Well I honestly believe you'd be up a creek without a paddle. Or should I say in your case, down the lake without an oar."
I poked my tounge out, "Oh very funny smarty pants. You think that's funny do you?"
I grabbed him and started trying to find a ticklish spot, but instead I found him grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up. I automatically squeeled like a little girl.
He chuckled, "And I thought that you weren't afraid of heights?"
He put me down gently and I sat on my bed.
"Yes, well I wasn't exactually expencting to be grabbed and held at Teddy height was I?"
He smiled at me, "Well, what can I sat? You have now seen the world from my point of view."

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"Miss Mitchell..." the teacher calls out exasperated, "Excuse me Miss Mitchell, would you like me to come back to you later?"
"uh... oh..."
"Yes," the teacher said pointing to an equation on the board, "Why don't we continue class, seeing as Miss Mitchell has finallyu decided to join out chemistry class once again."
"So now, back to valencies..." the teachers voice soon turns to a drawl behind the thoughts crossing her mind.
"Whatcha writing, Ar?" the blue eyed girl from the otherside of the desk whispered.
"Uh... oh... just something," she said moving her arm slightly as not to let the girl see her words.
"Oh, come on," she whinned in a whisper, "You know you're a decent writer. Is it another poem?"
"Yeah..." Arianna muttered trying to hide it in the back of her book.
"Oh let me read, Ar... Please..." the girl said fluttering her long eyelashes.
"Shut up Az," Arianna said firmly shutting the book, "You know I don't let anyone read my things."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't try to read it does it?" Amy asked.
"Well it's annoying, so just don't."

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well thats all for today folks. I need to find my other note books and I'll try to update more soon-ish.