Thursday, August 2, 2012
Peter.
I am alone. I put all my love into this boy in the hope that he would be the one to save me from myself. I moved across the country to be with him.All I wanted was for him to make me feel the love that he said he had for me while i was in queensland... How can someone promise you the world, and take it all back, and then keep taking until all that is left is a shattered heart and a pain that radiates through me. He promised that we would have a place of our own; instead we stayed at his, and I was always an intruder. A parasite. Kept getting in the way. He promised that he'd be there for me when I was sad; Instead he kept trying to get away from me, making me even more sad than I've ever been before. He said he wanted me to meet all his friends, but that went away quickly, and anytime he spent with other people, he didnt want me around. Can people only love me when I'm far away? Can people really love me at all? I felt excited about a new chapter of my life starting yesterday, and now I have to change it and not include the boy that gave me two promise rings that meant absolutely nothing. I am alone.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Winning the game
| Disorder | Your Score |
|---|---|
| Major Depression: | Extremely High |
| Dysthymia: | Moderate |
| Bipolar Disorder: | Extremely High |
| Cyclothymia: | Extremely High |
| Seasonal Affective Disorder: | Slight-Moderate |
| Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
| Take the Depression Test | |
Monday, November 30, 2009
Bombarded
Wow.
People told me after my exams were over, I'd be able to sleep, I wouldn't feel sick. People don't know anything. Ugh.
'Tis a little strange; the last twelve years of my life have been devoted to school, and 'acquiring an education,' then suddenly, it's bang bang bang big tests, and it's over. Kind of ridiculous to spend that long learning for a collective...14hours and 45minutes. Sucks if those are the few hours in your life where you let the pressure get to ya eh...Oh well. Results in under two weeks. Frightening. I can't wait for the awkward backtracking from all those people that say 'oh, you'll do great, no problem..' They infuriate me.
I've been working a bit more since school's over, which i guess is good for the money, but it seems as monotonous, or possibly even more so, as everything else in my life.
But, on the bright side, i have a kitten, who makes the world seem a little less grotesque when she attacks me as i walk past. I'm in love.
I waste an awful lot of time, i reckon. And considering I'm usually awake for more hours than most, normal, non-nocturnal people, my lack of accomplishment in my waking hours are even more depressing. My sleeping hour(s), however, have convinced me that my boyfriend is going to cheat on me when i visit him, and his mistress has an awful high-pitched voice. Ah, the art that is imagination.
I will be sending my christmas cards tomorrow. I'm sending fifty something, and handing out another bunch, and I'm not entirely sure why, seeing as though the majority of those who will be recipients don't like me nearly as much as i like the idea of them being my 'friend.' Christmas does strange things to me, like compells me to spend all my money on items that nobody wants, wrap them in paper that has trees on it, and then claim it was picked out with love, or something. Lies, it was picked out with a foul taste in the back of my throat telling me i'm wasting my time. Joy to the world.
It is currently 2 something am, and after an hour or so of facebook stalking, another hour of forumming, and many horrid songs finding their way to the play section of my iPod thanks to my friend 'shuffle songs,' the exhaustion is almost overpowering enough to let me sleep. As i should have done some hours ago, when George did perhaps, somewhere in between my hanging up after being delerious with unexplained sadness, and my several rediallings of his number with the false hope that he would wake back up. For a naight he was gonna 'stay up as late as he could,' i think 12 is pretty weak. I get there without even trying. I really shouldn't get grumpy at him for needing one of the basics for human life; perhaps i'm just jealous i'm not granted the same mercy by my mind.
So, turns out, I'm more like my mother than i thought. Let's leave it at that, shall we?
That's a lot of writing that says nothing in particular. Fabulous.
I love you, George. Promise.
People told me after my exams were over, I'd be able to sleep, I wouldn't feel sick. People don't know anything. Ugh.
'Tis a little strange; the last twelve years of my life have been devoted to school, and 'acquiring an education,' then suddenly, it's bang bang bang big tests, and it's over. Kind of ridiculous to spend that long learning for a collective...14hours and 45minutes. Sucks if those are the few hours in your life where you let the pressure get to ya eh...Oh well. Results in under two weeks. Frightening. I can't wait for the awkward backtracking from all those people that say 'oh, you'll do great, no problem..' They infuriate me.
I've been working a bit more since school's over, which i guess is good for the money, but it seems as monotonous, or possibly even more so, as everything else in my life.
But, on the bright side, i have a kitten, who makes the world seem a little less grotesque when she attacks me as i walk past. I'm in love.
I waste an awful lot of time, i reckon. And considering I'm usually awake for more hours than most, normal, non-nocturnal people, my lack of accomplishment in my waking hours are even more depressing. My sleeping hour(s), however, have convinced me that my boyfriend is going to cheat on me when i visit him, and his mistress has an awful high-pitched voice. Ah, the art that is imagination.
I will be sending my christmas cards tomorrow. I'm sending fifty something, and handing out another bunch, and I'm not entirely sure why, seeing as though the majority of those who will be recipients don't like me nearly as much as i like the idea of them being my 'friend.' Christmas does strange things to me, like compells me to spend all my money on items that nobody wants, wrap them in paper that has trees on it, and then claim it was picked out with love, or something. Lies, it was picked out with a foul taste in the back of my throat telling me i'm wasting my time. Joy to the world.
It is currently 2 something am, and after an hour or so of facebook stalking, another hour of forumming, and many horrid songs finding their way to the play section of my iPod thanks to my friend 'shuffle songs,' the exhaustion is almost overpowering enough to let me sleep. As i should have done some hours ago, when George did perhaps, somewhere in between my hanging up after being delerious with unexplained sadness, and my several rediallings of his number with the false hope that he would wake back up. For a naight he was gonna 'stay up as late as he could,' i think 12 is pretty weak. I get there without even trying. I really shouldn't get grumpy at him for needing one of the basics for human life; perhaps i'm just jealous i'm not granted the same mercy by my mind.
So, turns out, I'm more like my mother than i thought. Let's leave it at that, shall we?
That's a lot of writing that says nothing in particular. Fabulous.
I love you, George. Promise.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Goodbye Winter
August the Thirty-first. In 1888, it was thought to be the date Jack The Ripper killed his first victim, Mary something-or-other. In 1997, Princess Diana died. So it comes as no surprise that today wasnt great, and being Monday, hopes for it to be good were low. Oh well.
I woke up, to my first alarm, but didnt get out of bed til the third, at which time i jumped in the shower, and put off walking to school for as long as possible. Well, until twenty to nine anyway.
I got to school; because i dawdled it was almost bell time, so i didnt have to wait around much. Good.
Chemistry, Lima produced mini m&ms in a green tube. How i love her. We spent the lesson talking about batteries again, it wasnt terribly exciting, and we have a couple of sacs coming up. Bloody prac sacs, how i loathe them. I should get the last one back wednesday, cant wait,/sarcasm.
Literature, handed in my very lame attempt at an analysis of Antigone before we broke up into groups and found evidence of the main themes throughout the play. It was useful, but still boring. Oh well. I suppose we have a lit sac coming up tooo...
Recess, concrete was cold, music was loud. Ah, Savage Garden, how i missed you. I dont have much on the music maker though, must fix this.
Biology; hallelujah i finished my squares picture, while Mr allen corrected a test thing, and some questions i know i did, but so long ago so i have noo idea where they are. We have a sac on wednesday. Ugh.
Lunch; Boooooring. I was kinda out of it the whole time, so if anything happened, i dont know about it.
English, Mr Brennan left part way through the class, looking mighty unhappy. We were all left; Wut-ing. But got over it quickly and i went over my squares in a drak red pen courtesy of Emma. Alex must've got in trouble, because he was up the back of the class the whole lesson. Lisa got her sac back, and got 34? out of 50. This makes me not so anxious to recieve mine back, as i know i didnt write very goodly. Oh well. Possibly should igone ITLOTW for exam, but i already booked the lecture. We'll see.
Hometime. Joshy did not seem happy, and looked rather cold. The bus seemed to take a long time to turn up. My book is taking a long time to read. My sense of time is all out of whack; i do not like it very much. Perhaps i need to get me one of those flux capacitors...
I did some Bio study when i got home, and didnt do a lot else. I read a magazine or two. Thats really it.
Its cold in my room. And dark. I dont really wanna sleep.
The End.
I woke up, to my first alarm, but didnt get out of bed til the third, at which time i jumped in the shower, and put off walking to school for as long as possible. Well, until twenty to nine anyway.
I got to school; because i dawdled it was almost bell time, so i didnt have to wait around much. Good.
Chemistry, Lima produced mini m&ms in a green tube. How i love her. We spent the lesson talking about batteries again, it wasnt terribly exciting, and we have a couple of sacs coming up. Bloody prac sacs, how i loathe them. I should get the last one back wednesday, cant wait,/sarcasm.
Literature, handed in my very lame attempt at an analysis of Antigone before we broke up into groups and found evidence of the main themes throughout the play. It was useful, but still boring. Oh well. I suppose we have a lit sac coming up tooo...
Recess, concrete was cold, music was loud. Ah, Savage Garden, how i missed you. I dont have much on the music maker though, must fix this.
Biology; hallelujah i finished my squares picture, while Mr allen corrected a test thing, and some questions i know i did, but so long ago so i have noo idea where they are. We have a sac on wednesday. Ugh.
Lunch; Boooooring. I was kinda out of it the whole time, so if anything happened, i dont know about it.
English, Mr Brennan left part way through the class, looking mighty unhappy. We were all left; Wut-ing. But got over it quickly and i went over my squares in a drak red pen courtesy of Emma. Alex must've got in trouble, because he was up the back of the class the whole lesson. Lisa got her sac back, and got 34? out of 50. This makes me not so anxious to recieve mine back, as i know i didnt write very goodly. Oh well. Possibly should igone ITLOTW for exam, but i already booked the lecture. We'll see.
Hometime. Joshy did not seem happy, and looked rather cold. The bus seemed to take a long time to turn up. My book is taking a long time to read. My sense of time is all out of whack; i do not like it very much. Perhaps i need to get me one of those flux capacitors...
I did some Bio study when i got home, and didnt do a lot else. I read a magazine or two. Thats really it.
Its cold in my room. And dark. I dont really wanna sleep.
The End.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Right. Well,Last night, i broke up with the person i love. Before you go all, "hate hate hate bitch bitch bitch bitch" on me, i will attempt to explain my reasoning, and after that, think what you want.Over the last..oh i dont know, five or six months, i have been increasingly...disconnected is the word ill use, from everything; people, places, thoughts. Its nobody's fault or anything, its just what i feel. Waking up and dreading going anywhere, but not wanting to stay home, not wanting to talk to anybody, not wanting to do anything; its not me. But its whats been going on with me lately. And all the confusion and anger i have felt, i have taken out on the people i love, one of those being George Austin Smith. And i hurt him, whether or not he admits it. My constant psychotic mood swings, and plain bitchiness pushed a gap between us; i know it was there, i felt it, i saw it. Sometimes, I felt like i was talking to a stranger, and sometimes, a lot of the time, i felt like the stranger. im not sure exactly how much sense i'm making; im trying to explain this to my self as much as anyone else. so, what i decided, is to take some time to reconnect with myself (my gosh that sounds retarded) and try and fix whatever's wrong with me. Which is why i did a horrible thing to George. I love him, a lot, which in a strange way is why i thought this was the right thing to do. I hate the way i hurt him, because he is fantastic, and deserves better. I shall stop now. 30-08-09
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Nice Big Plate Of Fish
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!. Bout bloody time, really.
I was too lazy yesterday to write anything, so i didnt. ta-da. So instead, i will write about yesterday, today. Aha, Magic! Just like mushrooms and Wizz Fizz.
So Anyway, Yesterday, was Turtle's Birthday; Happy Birthday Teagy :) i miss my teagan, a lot a lot.
Got up, got to school, and wandered down the street with Christopher to obtain credits for my telephonical device. I decided they make the little card things far too idiot proof; plastic covers AND a scratchy part? Come, On! Oh well. I got it eventually, are you proud?
First up on a lovely thursday morning, is a fantastic 75 minutes of Japanese. Egh. I am not enjoying this environmental section at all, and would like it to go away, especially when the teacher cant read the vocab either. Oh well, she assured us our reading SAC would be far easier.
Then, assembly, i sat on the floor, and apparently its Maureens last day today (friday), this was both shocking and not fun. Many an applause was had. Arnup rattled on about VTAC forms (get them in, rah rah rah) and Sabs tried to talk us into attending all hundred of the revision lectures. Blech.
English study, pretty much free lesson, i tried to start my lit analysis but V kept distracting me and i didnt get anything done. (i did write a sentence, but it was not very pretty so i scribbled it out..) Stupid english study. We compared the amount of work our english teachers gave us; Swoz apparently gives a lot of work (on pink paper), Sabs gives the same work as Swoz, only less, and Brennan gives us the work that the others did two weeks after they did it. Hurm.
Reeeeeecesssssss. Not many good times to be had; i dont remember doing anything of interest.
English. Bleh. I handed in my Jindabyne thingo, and drew Teagan a picture for the rest of the lesson, the teacher told me it was pretty. (not sure where that is now actually...)
Lunch, i think i did something? maybe, gosh i dunno anymore. Cant have been too fun, or i'd have remembered, yes? Oh wait. I may have sat with Bentley. I did! thats right, i took photos of the few people at school. Good fun, will repeat on Monday. Watchout ;)
Period four, i hung out with V in the library and did (multi choice) chem questions, and chatted to Joshy.
Bus, home, computer, bed. Pretty much it. Not much sleep was had, thats for suree.
TODAY, was a lovely day, in regards to the weather at least. I got to "sleep" in a little; Mum hadda take the kids into their Aths sports. Got to school half way through my spare, chatted to Lima and Jess for a bit.
Then, bio. Mr Allens slideshows nearly had half the class asleep. Then, thankfully, the year twelvers in the class got to leave. Though considering what we left for, i think i would have rathered bio...
The English lecture. Yarram kids rocked up, their year twelve jumper names arent very creative, and there was a random redjumpered one that seemed to know V (friend of the boyfriend i assume..?) and then it began. The man was like Mr Brennan on speed really. And my god he was sweating a lot. It was distracting. And what he had to say wasnt relevant to me, so really, i think bio sleep would have been more useful. Aw well.
Extended lunch, Went down to IGA, got jap candy, then we went and got lunch, then tried to find out the name of the year ten we saw down the street so we could get a lollipop. :) Then, Swarbrick saw me on the stairs so i dragged patterson into her room with me, while she chatted to us about english work and the above-mentioned lecture. Hurm.
Jap time! Booooooring. I did a survey for midget chris (who looks like Martin Morning, in case i have previously neglected this information) and then more environmental stuff; transitive and intransitive verbs suck. Much candy was had, and Zoe found me a new friend; Ringo the Bug. (not beetle, gosh.) I like to have friends that seem unable to get away from me. :)
Hometime, Mummy picked me up, so no bus-waiting for me :) Hooray. I got home, decided to make cookies, made said cookies, dyed them blue, talked to a sickly sounding Bek briefly (feel better <3) then the parentals went out, James and i played Singstar (i have recordings of "Its Tricky" on my phone for lols) (and i am going to make Chris play it one day, whether he likes it or not...it maaaay or may not take a little liquer..) then we watched some of Nanny McPhee, i rang my sister and planned many a cocktail creations with her and did enough talking for the both of us seeing as though i was on some kind of high..i suspect its the half a can of coke i drank before.., then thats really it. Oh, and i added some randoms, on the facebooks, just for fun really. I dunno. I like the thought of clicking for friends, it amuses me, a lot a lot.
I feel incredibly guilty, for not talking to George a lot today, im not a very nice person, i suggest somebody buries me alive or burns me at the Stake. SHES A WITCH; GET'ER. But, i dunno. Caity suggests i "see someone about it;" it being my...iunno behaviour i guess...she thinks im crazy. Most do. I heard "most people i know, think that im cray-zee-ee-ee" on the radio today, and actually laughed, because it was exactly what was going through my head at the time. Ha.
Sleep in tomorrow, woo
The End
I was too lazy yesterday to write anything, so i didnt. ta-da. So instead, i will write about yesterday, today. Aha, Magic! Just like mushrooms and Wizz Fizz.
So Anyway, Yesterday, was Turtle's Birthday; Happy Birthday Teagy :) i miss my teagan, a lot a lot.
Got up, got to school, and wandered down the street with Christopher to obtain credits for my telephonical device. I decided they make the little card things far too idiot proof; plastic covers AND a scratchy part? Come, On! Oh well. I got it eventually, are you proud?
First up on a lovely thursday morning, is a fantastic 75 minutes of Japanese. Egh. I am not enjoying this environmental section at all, and would like it to go away, especially when the teacher cant read the vocab either. Oh well, she assured us our reading SAC would be far easier.
Then, assembly, i sat on the floor, and apparently its Maureens last day today (friday), this was both shocking and not fun. Many an applause was had. Arnup rattled on about VTAC forms (get them in, rah rah rah) and Sabs tried to talk us into attending all hundred of the revision lectures. Blech.
English study, pretty much free lesson, i tried to start my lit analysis but V kept distracting me and i didnt get anything done. (i did write a sentence, but it was not very pretty so i scribbled it out..) Stupid english study. We compared the amount of work our english teachers gave us; Swoz apparently gives a lot of work (on pink paper), Sabs gives the same work as Swoz, only less, and Brennan gives us the work that the others did two weeks after they did it. Hurm.
Reeeeeecesssssss. Not many good times to be had; i dont remember doing anything of interest.
English. Bleh. I handed in my Jindabyne thingo, and drew Teagan a picture for the rest of the lesson, the teacher told me it was pretty. (not sure where that is now actually...)
Lunch, i think i did something? maybe, gosh i dunno anymore. Cant have been too fun, or i'd have remembered, yes? Oh wait. I may have sat with Bentley. I did! thats right, i took photos of the few people at school. Good fun, will repeat on Monday. Watchout ;)
Period four, i hung out with V in the library and did (multi choice) chem questions, and chatted to Joshy.
Bus, home, computer, bed. Pretty much it. Not much sleep was had, thats for suree.
TODAY, was a lovely day, in regards to the weather at least. I got to "sleep" in a little; Mum hadda take the kids into their Aths sports. Got to school half way through my spare, chatted to Lima and Jess for a bit.
Then, bio. Mr Allens slideshows nearly had half the class asleep. Then, thankfully, the year twelvers in the class got to leave. Though considering what we left for, i think i would have rathered bio...
The English lecture. Yarram kids rocked up, their year twelve jumper names arent very creative, and there was a random redjumpered one that seemed to know V (friend of the boyfriend i assume..?) and then it began. The man was like Mr Brennan on speed really. And my god he was sweating a lot. It was distracting. And what he had to say wasnt relevant to me, so really, i think bio sleep would have been more useful. Aw well.
Extended lunch, Went down to IGA, got jap candy, then we went and got lunch, then tried to find out the name of the year ten we saw down the street so we could get a lollipop. :) Then, Swarbrick saw me on the stairs so i dragged patterson into her room with me, while she chatted to us about english work and the above-mentioned lecture. Hurm.
Jap time! Booooooring. I did a survey for midget chris (who looks like Martin Morning, in case i have previously neglected this information) and then more environmental stuff; transitive and intransitive verbs suck. Much candy was had, and Zoe found me a new friend; Ringo the Bug. (not beetle, gosh.) I like to have friends that seem unable to get away from me. :)
Hometime, Mummy picked me up, so no bus-waiting for me :) Hooray. I got home, decided to make cookies, made said cookies, dyed them blue, talked to a sickly sounding Bek briefly (feel better <3) then the parentals went out, James and i played Singstar (i have recordings of "Its Tricky" on my phone for lols) (and i am going to make Chris play it one day, whether he likes it or not...it maaaay or may not take a little liquer..) then we watched some of Nanny McPhee, i rang my sister and planned many a cocktail creations with her and did enough talking for the both of us seeing as though i was on some kind of high..i suspect its the half a can of coke i drank before.., then thats really it. Oh, and i added some randoms, on the facebooks, just for fun really. I dunno. I like the thought of clicking for friends, it amuses me, a lot a lot.
I feel incredibly guilty, for not talking to George a lot today, im not a very nice person, i suggest somebody buries me alive or burns me at the Stake. SHES A WITCH; GET'ER. But, i dunno. Caity suggests i "see someone about it;" it being my...iunno behaviour i guess...she thinks im crazy. Most do. I heard "most people i know, think that im cray-zee-ee-ee" on the radio today, and actually laughed, because it was exactly what was going through my head at the time. Ha.
Sleep in tomorrow, woo
The End
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Would You Miss Me If I Went To Canada?
Non mi piace mercoledì.
Eu não gosto de wednesdays.
Nie lubię środy.
Je n'aiment pas les mercredis.
No me gusta miércoles.
no matter what language its in, the point is, Wednesdays are never much fun. With this in mind, i got up not looking forward to schooling. It did not disappoint.
So anyways, after an enthralling bus ride of loud music and an intriguing book of demon children (well, kinda), i arrived at school at 8:27 as per usual. 'Was surprised to see Zoe there so early, but a good surprise, like finding cash in the pocket of your jeans you havent worn in ages. Went to the library with her to stalk Tessa and Phillip. Rivetting stuff. Bjorksten couldn't see what was so funny about "Akarna" and i suppose it wasnt that funny, but lack of sleep and early ness makes eeeeverything funny. General mood was a wanting to be somewhere else. Oh, Well.
Biology, apparently i missed very little on Monday as i had the whole lesson copied down before we'd even started the lesson. I decided to waste my time colouring in the lines of my workbook all rainbow and pretty. It amused me. Looked through my handed-back sac, only minor stuff i lost marks on, so its all good. We've started the evolution module. Joy, we getta learn about monkies! Ha, ha. Erin drew me a castle, well two actually, and we chatted as per usual, which made Mr Allen crosser than usual. Oh well. I think that it should be not too difficult, even if it doesnt interest me..
Spare. Lima, it seems they get louder when you're not there, its really not that fun. I actually had a productive lesson; i did that thingo for English, the creative thing, and i read some chem stuff and lit stuff. Productive, yes. Fun, hardly. At least it wasnt the dog making all the goddam noise, and im fairly sure they apologised for the noise at some point, but by then, my music was up fairly high and i could hardly hear my thoughts let alone anyone else.
Reeeeecess. It, was, bloody, WINDY. The damn basketball court, sure it is right in the sun, but it needs a bloody wind break. Argh. Chris came and sat with us because his friends were footballing and nobody enjoys football. I stole his phone and broke it whoops. And my juice was far too cold to drink so i gave it to Patterson. Darn winter.
Literature. Well, we read through an example analysis that we have to try and do, and did a bunch of sentences. It was not fun, especially because my head was not working well. But then, we got our SACs back, and i must say i was chuffed with my 47 out of 50. Especially as it was a fairly lame story. Woohoo. :) :) I beat the smart girl i beat the smart girl...
Erin, Patterson and I streeted, for hot chocolate and cake. Ha, the muffin break person wasnt too bright, she gave us extra freebies. Raw sugar is not for hot chocolate Erin.
Got back to school, and it was chem time. Joy.
Well it wasnt a bad lesson, because it was stuff we already knew for the most part and i could actually answer stuff and it made me look moderately intellegent. AN OIL RIG CAT, and Stapes left halfway through so we had a laid-back lesson with Vale. Sourced some information from wikipedia, which is a worry, and Vale proceeded to tell us how for two days he was credited with making some major physics discovery. I lol'd. The meaning of life is indeed potato chaaaaarliiiiiiiiie.
Hometime, the wind made me cold so many-a-hugs were collected ( thanks rachey, stacey, clairey, teena, bentley, becky, tessa, and ducky for sharing body heat, twas much appreciated)before a monotonous bus trip and home.I watched my little brother make cookies by himself, i ate one and didnt die so i guess he did good (:Eated food, briefly chatted to my stepdad, looked up the scholarship thing, did a chem question then gave up, stalked people via the internet and drew a cat.
It was seriously that boring.
Oh oh oh! And before, claire messaged me to tell me she is going out with Julian. Again. Woah, i saw it coming, but then i didnt. So it blew my mind a little.
People need to stop messaging me when i have no credit. Especially when the buttheads dont message me any other goddam time.
Apparently Cass has a boyfriend. Wow, i have been missing a lot i think. Which is why i am gutted that i cant go to grand final. FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK. Stupid everybody. Gah. I wanted my hugs dammit!
Hmm, im not sure that this scholarship is relevant; seeing as though it asks for SAT scores and such, so idunno about it. It'd be fun though, even though some people like the idea that its not likely ill get in. Ah well.
And tomorrow, being thursday, is notorious for being boring. Oh well. MUST REMEMBER TO TAKE MY CAMERA. I need to do some serious stalking. My wall has blank spots people.
Happy Birthday to Tegan
Happy Birthday Eve to Teagan
Happy UnBirthday to everyone else.
The End
Eu não gosto de wednesdays.
Nie lubię środy.
Je n'aiment pas les mercredis.
No me gusta miércoles.
no matter what language its in, the point is, Wednesdays are never much fun. With this in mind, i got up not looking forward to schooling. It did not disappoint.
So anyways, after an enthralling bus ride of loud music and an intriguing book of demon children (well, kinda), i arrived at school at 8:27 as per usual. 'Was surprised to see Zoe there so early, but a good surprise, like finding cash in the pocket of your jeans you havent worn in ages. Went to the library with her to stalk Tessa and Phillip. Rivetting stuff. Bjorksten couldn't see what was so funny about "Akarna" and i suppose it wasnt that funny, but lack of sleep and early ness makes eeeeverything funny. General mood was a wanting to be somewhere else. Oh, Well.
Biology, apparently i missed very little on Monday as i had the whole lesson copied down before we'd even started the lesson. I decided to waste my time colouring in the lines of my workbook all rainbow and pretty. It amused me. Looked through my handed-back sac, only minor stuff i lost marks on, so its all good. We've started the evolution module. Joy, we getta learn about monkies! Ha, ha. Erin drew me a castle, well two actually, and we chatted as per usual, which made Mr Allen crosser than usual. Oh well. I think that it should be not too difficult, even if it doesnt interest me..
Spare. Lima, it seems they get louder when you're not there, its really not that fun. I actually had a productive lesson; i did that thingo for English, the creative thing, and i read some chem stuff and lit stuff. Productive, yes. Fun, hardly. At least it wasnt the dog making all the goddam noise, and im fairly sure they apologised for the noise at some point, but by then, my music was up fairly high and i could hardly hear my thoughts let alone anyone else.
Reeeeecess. It, was, bloody, WINDY. The damn basketball court, sure it is right in the sun, but it needs a bloody wind break. Argh. Chris came and sat with us because his friends were footballing and nobody enjoys football. I stole his phone and broke it whoops. And my juice was far too cold to drink so i gave it to Patterson. Darn winter.
Literature. Well, we read through an example analysis that we have to try and do, and did a bunch of sentences. It was not fun, especially because my head was not working well. But then, we got our SACs back, and i must say i was chuffed with my 47 out of 50. Especially as it was a fairly lame story. Woohoo. :) :) I beat the smart girl i beat the smart girl...
Erin, Patterson and I streeted, for hot chocolate and cake. Ha, the muffin break person wasnt too bright, she gave us extra freebies. Raw sugar is not for hot chocolate Erin.
Got back to school, and it was chem time. Joy.
Well it wasnt a bad lesson, because it was stuff we already knew for the most part and i could actually answer stuff and it made me look moderately intellegent. AN OIL RIG CAT, and Stapes left halfway through so we had a laid-back lesson with Vale. Sourced some information from wikipedia, which is a worry, and Vale proceeded to tell us how for two days he was credited with making some major physics discovery. I lol'd. The meaning of life is indeed potato chaaaaarliiiiiiiiie.
Hometime, the wind made me cold so many-a-hugs were collected ( thanks rachey, stacey, clairey, teena, bentley, becky, tessa, and ducky for sharing body heat, twas much appreciated)before a monotonous bus trip and home.I watched my little brother make cookies by himself, i ate one and didnt die so i guess he did good (:Eated food, briefly chatted to my stepdad, looked up the scholarship thing, did a chem question then gave up, stalked people via the internet and drew a cat.
It was seriously that boring.
Oh oh oh! And before, claire messaged me to tell me she is going out with Julian. Again. Woah, i saw it coming, but then i didnt. So it blew my mind a little.
People need to stop messaging me when i have no credit. Especially when the buttheads dont message me any other goddam time.
Apparently Cass has a boyfriend. Wow, i have been missing a lot i think. Which is why i am gutted that i cant go to grand final. FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK. Stupid everybody. Gah. I wanted my hugs dammit!
Hmm, im not sure that this scholarship is relevant; seeing as though it asks for SAT scores and such, so idunno about it. It'd be fun though, even though some people like the idea that its not likely ill get in. Ah well.
And tomorrow, being thursday, is notorious for being boring. Oh well. MUST REMEMBER TO TAKE MY CAMERA. I need to do some serious stalking. My wall has blank spots people.
Happy Birthday to Tegan
Happy Birthday Eve to Teagan
Happy UnBirthday to everyone else.
The End
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