Aug 08, 2005 16:07
Yeaup, time for another Lemsip. I'm at home now, time is about 3:48pm and I should be getting ready for work in about half an hour. You guys are probably sick of reading all my entries for this one day alone, but its a sign of things to come. I plan on trying to actually use this blog thing again, for better or for worse. Prepare to see your "Friends" page filled with layers and layers of useless junk that I will be blogging about. The end is near.
Yeah I dunno. I guess I'm just typing away at my Live Journal today because its something I can do that doesn't require much thinking. Well, it could I guess - but for the most part its just writing out what I'm thinking at the time. Right now I'm wondering whether or not I'll be attending Justine's funeral on Wednesday. I'm not sure if I want to go in the first place, mainly because it might be awkward with how close I wasn't really to Justine. I was, but wasn't. We'd talk if one of us talked, but usually it'd just be a slight bit of banter from one of us to the other - generally talking about nothing in particular. I haven't seen her since school ended back in 2002, wasn't sure what she was doing at Uni, how she was feeling generally. I know the last couple of days before her death I was watching her name on MSN change, went from something like "recovering" to "feeling great" or something. I really hope it wasn't some late night driving after a party that caused her to crash, so horribly on what is pretty much regarded federally as a black-spot on the Pacific Highway. Its a warning to us all to be careful, considering that Justine wasn't a silly girl - she was quite smart and responsible (from what I can remember), even though she was always up for a good time.
Sad really. She was one of the first girls I met back in high school (I think Chloe O took that title from me - she was in my Year 7 classes), and although she didn't talk to me much, she was friendly when we did speak. It wasn't until about Year 10-Year 11 when we started to speak. I think from memory she was part of the group that did that bridge crossing thing at the Year 10 camp. I don't remember much about that, but a memory is sparking saying she was there. The next memories are fond ones - one where myself, Jeremy, Matthew Higley and three other girls, one of them Justine, did a nudie run out the back of the Peer Support camp in Year 11. From there, she was always someone I'd have fun with while we did the Peer Support sessions. We rarely stuck to the little modules they wanted us doing, and tried more to do fun stuff. I remember indoor classroom cricket was a hit at one stage, and Justine and Kylie always used to have good little chat sessions. I wonder how Kylie's dealing with this stuff...
Anyway, next big memories of her are in my Year 11 Ext. 1 English class - I think. Pretty sure she was there, though I might be wrong. My memory is pretty bad, so I guess thats why I'm lucky when it comes to a death like this, that I don't have a large memory and can't remember every happy moment. Thankfully though, I am only remembering only the good times - and they're the only ones I want to keep. Where was I... Don't remember much about Ext English - maybe she wasn't in my class. Doesn't matter. Guess the next big thing I remember was her being part of the committee which organised the Year 12 book. I was part of it - really lazy, but I was part of it. She was always there at the meetings, and I remember having discussions with her about general stuff. She always had a smile on her face Justine did.
Hmm, just found Justine on my MSN Messenger list - "Gone to Gym" now remains as the last title she'll ever go by on my list. Sadness is welling up inside me, and I know I didn't know her very well. I hope that all her closest friends can deal with this somehow, and that their lives will be forever enriched by the memory of her life. Her family, may they remember her every day, not in sadness, but in fondness - and know that in heaven Justine looks down upon them all. You will be missed Justine, by everyone whose lives you were a part of.
Benski