The Summermoon Chronicles

1. It's really not as easy as it looks, and hurts a lot more than that.

2. Bush people are lovely, so genuine.

3. Being a True-Blue Australian and eating damper out in the bush is a lot of bother. I had golden syrup everywhere.

4. Yes, the theme music from just about every horse movie I've ever seen was playing in my head.

5. Horses smell.

6. Afterwards, so did I.

7. Despite what your big-girl neighbour Maisie said, you can't actually lose your virginity while horse-riding.

8. My horse was called Henry, and he was a very attractive Appaloosa.

9. I will never enter a rodeo.

10. I can canter! Really! Truly!

11. I expected to see a Hugh Jackman/Man From Snowy River/Crocodile Hunter dude behind every tree. I didn't see one.

12. I'll never be quite sure if I was the one directing Henry, or if he just knew the route so well, he didn't even need me.

13. I feel a new sympathy for questing knights and their ladies in the Arthurian tales.

14. If I had to pick, I'd be on the Indian side of things. They look more talented at riding than the Cowboys.

15. I'd definitely go horse-riding again, but next time, I'm bringing a side-saddle.

Posted by Summermoon at 1:44 PM | 8 comments  
Labels: adventures, animals, holidays, lists, me

1. Doctor Who (as played by David Tennant, of course.) Not to sound desperate or anything, but WILL YOU MARRY ME? Clever, brave, unpredictable, ridiculously hawt, erratic, AND a Time Lord. Humans don't really measure up, sorry.



2. Carth Onasi, the hottest star-pilot ever to grace the Star Wars Universe. He's one of the characters in my most favourite video game, Knights of the Old Republic. A staunch member of the Republic, the best pilot of the Ebon Hawk anyone's ever known, the loyalist friend imaginable, and he also has a very mysterious dark past - obviously, it was love at first sight, at least on my part. Unfortunately, he never notices me...


3. Li Shang, and yes, I know he's all Mulan's, but hey, dreams are free. I don't really know what to give as an explanation for this one, because if you've see the movie it should be painfully obvious, and if you haven't, well, please do. Right now.



5. Mr. Knightley, from Jane Austen's Emma. I'm sure you can see why. Wise, the perfect gentleman, generous, tolerant, (rich), intelligent, tall, dark, handsome. All of the above.


4. Ronald Weasley. Maybe it's because I love Hermione so much, of course I must love what she does, but I don't think it's that. I like red-headed boys. Especially wizard red-headed boys.

Posted by Summermoon at 8:01 PM | 7 comments  
Labels: crushes, other people besides myself

I was once a matchstick girl. I could almost circle my thighs with my hands, and my ribs had never looked so absolutely....ribby. I didn't have an eating disorder, so do not fear for me. I had simply lost the ability to eat and retain food. The noises in my mind wouldn't stop pushing the food back out.

For months, my friends raved over how perfectly beautiful I was. Oh, so thin! Oh, so modelesque! Oh, I wish I was like you! They wouldn't have wanted to be like me if they knew the cost. But I liked it. Of course I liked it! Who doesn't crave being fawned over and admired by friends? Who wouldn't want to know that she could be on a catwalk, as her friends told her? It's not that I was particularly fat before. No, not at all. I was normal. And though I knew it wasn't right, or healthy to be like this, I loved it.

Even as I was reassuring my friends, -- no, you're not fat, you're normal, no, you don't need to diet, no, don't listen to those idiots saying these things -- I was smug. It wasn't like I had to worry anymore. See what a bit of non-eating does for you? See how slim I am? No, I wouldn't recommend this as a weight loss option but - there was always a but.

As I was reveling in my new-found admiration, I noticed other things. My friend's grandparents sounded more sincere when they asked 'How are you?' I saw people murmuring to my mother in worried tones. Is she alright? She doesn't look it. Is she alright? Is she alright?

By now, the noises in my mind stopped. The food began to be allowed to stay. I ate like a bird at first, but soon I was able to eat a quarter of a plate, half a plate, then a whole plate. The colour came back into my face. I gained one kilo, two, three.

Now I'm here today. I'm better, much better. In fact, in a way I never felt while living in my matchbox, I'm perfect.

Posted by Summermoon at 10:44 AM | 10 comments  

Happy 14th Birthday! Continue to rock and be utterly fabulous, forever and ever. Amen.

xo

Posted by Summermoon at 9:32 AM | 2 comments  

As far as I know, my fingers still possess the power of typing and though I'm never quite sure on this one, I'm fairly confident that my brain still works. Then why haven't I been blogging, you may ask. Well, a) I'm lazy, and b) I can't think of a single worthwhile thing to say. I have started many, many posts on the relative benefits of memes, comedians, and baking, but somehow, these posts never leave the little pen I keep them in.

So since I haven't posted in a while, I'm just going to housekeep a bit and tell you all a little about my not-so-interesting life.

1. I have started chiropractic treatment on my back, and can I tell you how acutely uncomfortable one feels the first time a complete stranger kneads one's bum? However, I'm happy to report that my back is improving quite a lot.

2. I am now an avid Ebayer, and I feel like I'm part of a very select and high-brow society. When people compliment me on my shoes and ask where on earth I got them, I always make sure to swish my hair a little and airily pronounce 'Ebay, darling.' I like adding these classy details.

3. I'm fairly certain I shall be attending school next year, as opposed to the home-based education I do now. I've made sure that the school I'm going to has absolutely no one I know there. It shall be a social experiment to see how unsocialized I really am.

4. Career-wise, I'm sort of leaning in a media direction. I still adore music, but I'm doubting my ability to keep up with the grueling practise required. (See above: Lazy.)

5. Currently my fringe is in a state of wonkiness. Kids, don't try to trim hair yourself. Did I ever tell you about the time my best friend and I cut off all of each other's hair? Good times, good times.

6. I've finally started reading through the Harry Potter series. <3 I know why it took me so long, but still....WHAT TOOK ME SO LONG!?

7. It's very hard for 15 year olds to get jobs that do not entail fast food.

Posted by Summermoon at 11:13 AM | 7 comments  
Labels: life, me

On Thursday night, my dad rushed into the kitchen. For those who are not part of my family, let me explain that Dad only rushes into the kitchen for one of two reasons. Either he's on the prowl for food, or he has a great new idea. This time it was the latter.

"How would you all like to catch the 9.45 plane tonight and go skiing?"

He was very excited. So were we. But it was already six o'clock! How on earth would we be able to pack and catch a plane in that amount of time?

"Well....how about we go tomorrow at 1 o'clock?" The practicalities of life dampened my father's ardour only slightly.

"Yay!" we yelled.

After another two hours of to-ing and fro-ing, it was finally settled. Dad, myself, and my two brothers were going to the snow.

And that is what I like about my family. One never knows exactly where one will end up each day.

Posted by Summermoon at 11:55 AM | 8 comments  
Labels: family, holidays, snow

Never, ever say to anyone 'You couldn't possibly understand.'

Chances are that person has been through exactly what you're talking, maybe even in a more drastic way. They just haven't told you. Those four words can cause more hurt than you'll ever know.

This post isn't directed at anybody, so don't fear. It's just something I've begun to know.

Posted by Summermoon at 12:52 PM | 3 comments