Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival.-CS Lewis

On Friday night, Leah and I went round to Heathers for some pre town fun (sadly I couldn’t go into town with them due to oppressive nature of a 6:15am departure time to victor harbor the following morning) but it was so lovely to catch up with them again as I was really starting to miss the friendship side of school. To my merk friends who live near and far, I love you all and miss seeing you all so much!! I hope you are all enjoying yourselves, wherever you are and whatever you are doing.





And to all my friends who didn’t go to Mercedes, I love you all equally and I’m so glad for things like transitions, s@s and just all the times I get to see some of you and the fun we have, like strange dress up nights up at Emma’s and last Thursday where we spent the crazy night going between the medium strip and the slightly haunted ebony black park!

Friendship is so valuable and I am so thankful to have each and every one of you!!

Lots of Love, Lisa

Life in a nutshell ( not literally) over the past month

Just thoughts I’d post up this post secret to say thanks to everyone for all nice things you and say that I haven’t thanked you for, I appreciate them!

It’s definitely high time for a new post and this here post is a little more informative about my Adelaidian life than the last two because now there are even more friends who have left the safe Australian shores and I’m having trouble keeping up with all the emails!

Since March 4th, I said goodbye to Lib as she departed on her travels around America for 6 months – I miss you Lib! Also I went with Leah on a trip down memory lane, returning to her childhood home (well not literally, we stayed in Leah’s beach house, but we drove past the old house.) Although I was only there for a couple of days, it was such a relaxing time and I’m really glad I was able to go there.
On the Saturday morning, it was a stinking hot day and with a beach front house, there was no alternative but to spend the day at the beach. Now , I admit it, I possess a slight fear of the sun , and the prospect of going to the beach in 35+ degree weather freaked me out enough without considering not wearing a massive beach hat in the water. However, it was on this day that I conquered (to a degree) my repressive horror regarding the sun. I actually stepped into the harsh ruthless Australian sun and enjoyed a lovely day at the beach.

Artistic shot number 0ne ( or a way to get leah soaking wet-lol)
Artistic shot 2



pretty self explaintory, me in the water :)





I am covered in wet sand because sand is actually natures best exfoliator!




That following night, we embarked on a cultural journey as we sussed out the Millicent pub life. I must say our little pub crawl didn’t quite have the same excitement that a night in town has. The first pub closed about 12:30 so we headed onto another one but by 2:30 there was just nothing open, it was time to go home. However we had a slight problem, we were meant to go home with Leah’s friends mums son, Frank but he vanished so we stayed the night at a friends exs cousins house and Leah knew him before that so it was quite safe but a bit of a shock to the guys mum when she walked into the guest room to find us asleep in there, as she hadn’t quite made it to the kitchen to read the note explaining there were two strange girls in the spare room!! All in all Millicent and South End was very fun and I have developed quite an affection for little country towns!

Other than that I’ve been trying to do all the weird and wacky things I can do with my time, to help others and I guess make sure I am at least experiencing new things even though I haven’t gone overseas like so many of my friends. I conquered my fear of public speaking by giving a talk to the Seymour community at a service assembly about how awesome and rewarding community service is for both “us and themJ” and have taken on a role as the communications leader of our world vision youth run division( vgen) , go to www.stir.org.au. Other than that I’ve become a jy leader and am going on jump start this weekend which should be cool, lol Colin Buchanan and maybe it will even inspire me to start thinking about mission, at least I guess I’m hoping that it might. Other than that, I don’t really know what else I’ve been doing, uni and some work at Kids Media. Although its wonderful to have found some administration work, as I know its hard to find and its really good experience, I’m only getting about 4 hours a week and that isn’t really helping me build up my savings account very well.

Sorry that this isn’t quite the exciting creative story I’m sure you were all anticipating but I thought maybe it was time to give a little insight into what I’ve been up to.

In Adelaidian news, this weekend is the clipsal and thankfully it’s off to victor for me because the noise isn’t quite as nice as when it is not there!
Then next weekend is the Indian Mela festival which should be fun. I know I’m so Indian with my only knowledge of India being derived from the one time I ate Indian food on the night before Cam and Marion left. So yes, the chance to learn about other cultures is quite cool and I’m volunteering there next sat for 8 hrs so hopefully I’ll get the chance to see some funky bollywood moves!
Then next sun is the treasure hunt for the make poverty history campaign and it would be so good if I could get together a group of people but we’ll see what happens. If you want to know more about it, go to the stir website and click the link.

Well until next time loyal readers
Love Lisa

p.s sorry about any spelling and grammar mistakes a journalism student shouldnt have but i felt after spending today editing a journalism essay, im over editing.

My scenic hillside outing

No matter how knowledgeable we think we are (as shown above in a post secret from this week) we do or say things wrong and only after many years, actually learn what we should be doing or, in this case, saying.

However today I embarked on something that was a brand spanking new adventure and the scenicity (I do know this is not a proper word but I’m sure my lisa-colloquialism will be understood by all who read this) of my trip was a mistake anyone could have made! I had never caught the bus from Stirling to town and the fact that the bus actually said to the city made my scenic adventure somewhat reasonable. Last night I had caught up with some friends from school in Stirling and stayed the night at Megan’s house. Gratefully she gave me a lift to the bus station which would have otherwise been a 30 minute hike. Being a suburban city girl (meaning living in a suburb next to town), I was used to jumping on random buses and them going past or near my house. Naturally I just jumped on the first bus that came with the words to the city on the front. Peculiarly no one else at the bus stop got on the bus but I thought perhaps they had been sitting in the bus shelter for the last ten minutes waiting to meet a friend or were getting picked up by a parent from the bus shelter … you never know. So I boarded the bus and choose my favourite seat, 4 from the back, right hand side ( I am only joking, seriously I don’t have a bus seat preference, I’m pretty spontaneous when it comes to buses). Traveling along on the bus, I was thankful, thinking “I’m on the bus, only 20 minutes or so to I get to town.” WRONG. There is an incredible time difference between the route taken by the 16something buses and the 820. The 820 is actually for all those people who can’t get enough of the surprisingly unique and fabulously interesting trees of the hills and want to spend an hour staring at them. See the 820 is a hills bus to the max. I had a wonderful tour of the hills, through aldgate, Stirling, crafers, uradula and summertown and then finally making the slow and curved journey to Grenfell st and home. If you run a tourist company, I seriously recommend taking your tourists busing via this route. They will undoubtedly have a FULL appreciation for the exquisite beauty of Adelaidian scenery and a perfect accurate image of the different heights and ways gum trees can grow (such as the differences in branch numbers between gum trees).

Anyway I must say it was an educational hour and a half spent getting home. I now know both what bus to avoid if going to Stirling and the bus that goes to Steph’s house (should I ever bus it there).Also should I ever wish to be a bus driver one day (you never know), I will now know not to take routes in the hills because turning corners in a bus is extremely difficult compared to a car. Furthermore one can only handle so much pointless scenery (where you take the scenic route past things you have already seen many times before) in their lifetime. While this post may have slightly drawn on the negative aspects of my traveling experience, it was indeed an opportune time to relax and do some reading so for all those folks out there who feel like taking some timeout in a strange way, catch this bus and for an hour and a half you can just sit there and do whatever you like!


Well I seem to be a bit of a television addict (but then again TV is the brain food of our generation) so I thought I’d follow Ron’s example (the loveable oldie on rove) and do a movie review. Last night I saw The Longest Yard which is a movie about convicts who play their guards in a footy game. It really was a prime example of how one can extend a ten minute plot to fill a whole movie. The entire movie was centered on the game and once the game ended, the movie ended so there was no after the game hangout that I’d been longing to watch all movie. I think Adam Sandler might have had some say in directing it (he was also in it with Nelly and Chris Rock). Anyway there were all these sub plots going on that I think were meant to be funny but actually brought about the kind of laughs you’d save for later (i.e. not funny enough to make you actually want to laugh). An example is that some of the prisoners dressed up in what reassembled tea clothes and pretended to be ladies and then one of these men ladies was having some secret relationship with one of the men guy prisoners(Kiss of the Spiderwomen relived for all those Manuel Puig lovers out there). Overall it gets 1.5 stars out of 5; it wasn’t boring but the plot and some parts of it, like the excessively violent beating didn’t quite put it up there with the good movies of our day. Also at Megan’s movie night, I saw Hating Alison Ashley for the second time and it is one of those movies that is in fact better the second time though Delta will never be a Hilary or Mary Kate/ Ashley so Delta isn’t quite right for this form of poor quality movie.
Well on that note,
Have a fabulous day everyone!!!
Love Lisa