So, I'm pretty sure I'm a sunflower.
Music-wise, this is the summer of folk, or more correctly, That Dress Looks Nice On You by Sufjan Stevens and Teeth In The Grass by Iron & Wine.
Also, also. Cherry dress. All must see. Yes yes. It shall be worn every day. I'm going to put my jammies on now, and wash it, and hang it from my open window tonight to dry, so I can wear it tomorrow without smelling.
It's a plan, you see.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Okay. It's maths time. I'm like 15% sad, 20% excited about the holidays, 10% stressed about school, 50% super happy, and 5% @^&*$&({µÕï^*~~ Yup yup.
15% sad because of my galah. On my way from the car in to school, I found a galah at the bus stop. It was lying on its chest in the dirt with its wings up, breathing slowly and coughing up dust. I wrapped it up in my cardigan and carried it to school, but a minute or two before I got to the front office, he stopped moving, and by the time I reached the phone to call the Wildlife people, he was dead. I thought he might just be in shock, so I headed towards the English department to see Lynette so she could help me get some water for him 'cause his mouth was full of dirt from the ground where he'd been lying. On the way I ran into Alison from year 12, sciencey girl, who looked at him and confirmed he was quite dead, then Nick, the principal, came into the foyer. He got me a printer-paper box to put the galah in and asked what I'd like to do with him. I suggested we bury him. I think he thought I was being a bit stupid, but we went to the Janitor's office, where the Janitor got a shovel, and we went into a little tree-filled corner of the quad to dig a grave. Nick, in his principal-y suit and tie, dug a little hole, and I put the galah in and we covered him up. I thanked them both very much, washed my hands, cried a little, and made myself some Green Tea with Jasmine. Very very sad. Also, in a moment of irrational frustration and anger and upsetness in my very emotional day, I threw my favourite teacup quite violently across the quad whereupon it promptly smashed into about a million pieces.
20% excited about the holidays beause they're practically here! And I get to do all sorts of fun things like move house, decorate and garden at said house, spend time with boy, spend time with girlies, drink Summer Puddin Tea, teach Lani to crochet, have picnics, eat mangoes, and get sunburnt. And also because whoa, year 11 is over.
10% stressed about school because I'm kinda failing. It's a badness. I should be more than 10% stressed, but the weather's been so lovely.
50% super happy just because I am. And because despite an emotional day, I wrote a letter to the boy which cleared my head, and he gave me hugs which made it all better. And we got the house I wanted, and school is over, and my teapot didn't explode.
So like, yeah? X-post this to Pumpkin and Myspaz because I'm an attention whore.
Don't worry, it's so cheap it's free.
15% sad because of my galah. On my way from the car in to school, I found a galah at the bus stop. It was lying on its chest in the dirt with its wings up, breathing slowly and coughing up dust. I wrapped it up in my cardigan and carried it to school, but a minute or two before I got to the front office, he stopped moving, and by the time I reached the phone to call the Wildlife people, he was dead. I thought he might just be in shock, so I headed towards the English department to see Lynette so she could help me get some water for him 'cause his mouth was full of dirt from the ground where he'd been lying. On the way I ran into Alison from year 12, sciencey girl, who looked at him and confirmed he was quite dead, then Nick, the principal, came into the foyer. He got me a printer-paper box to put the galah in and asked what I'd like to do with him. I suggested we bury him. I think he thought I was being a bit stupid, but we went to the Janitor's office, where the Janitor got a shovel, and we went into a little tree-filled corner of the quad to dig a grave. Nick, in his principal-y suit and tie, dug a little hole, and I put the galah in and we covered him up. I thanked them both very much, washed my hands, cried a little, and made myself some Green Tea with Jasmine. Very very sad. Also, in a moment of irrational frustration and anger and upsetness in my very emotional day, I threw my favourite teacup quite violently across the quad whereupon it promptly smashed into about a million pieces.
20% excited about the holidays beause they're practically here! And I get to do all sorts of fun things like move house, decorate and garden at said house, spend time with boy, spend time with girlies, drink Summer Puddin Tea, teach Lani to crochet, have picnics, eat mangoes, and get sunburnt. And also because whoa, year 11 is over.
10% stressed about school because I'm kinda failing. It's a badness. I should be more than 10% stressed, but the weather's been so lovely.
50% super happy just because I am. And because despite an emotional day, I wrote a letter to the boy which cleared my head, and he gave me hugs which made it all better. And we got the house I wanted, and school is over, and my teapot didn't explode.
So like, yeah? X-post this to Pumpkin and Myspaz because I'm an attention whore.
Don't worry, it's so cheap it's free.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Hmm... Only a few more weeks of school. It's all I can think about! It's thoroughly invading the time I should be spending doing my last remaining homeworky things.
Jesus, year 11 is actually almost over. I am quite frightened.
And I know I keep saying this, but wow. My life is *so* different now. Wow. Different for the better I think. For starters, it includes boy, who has lately been very very affectionate (something about a revelation regarding me while he was on a bus?), and it also includes gorgeous new friends, who have allowed me into their little ness despite the fact that I just kind of turned up ^^ They are beautiful and wonderful and love love love, yes?
So much love in fact, that Jenna has decided she needs to reward us just for 'being really nice' by bringing us cake on Monday! Wonderful much?
And I keep not writing.. which is bad.. but I've been to schooled out to chill enough to write. When I'm not busy, I'm dead tired, so I don't write... I will write. And I will write letters on paper from Chinatown adventures with Lani - 'He likes his tea weak'
Ben is.. le sigh. I don't quite know what to do. To be quite honest, I'm sick of feeling like I'm being lied to, and of him hurting people. If someone was probably going to need a liver transplant, surely they'd be on dialysis now, right? Le sigh sigh sigh. Also, innumerable people think Jenna and I had lesbian sex. Hmm.
Anyways. Will attempt to collate thoughts, but may just end up rambling about boy and beautiful girls whom I love, which would be boring for all you, and better told to just them. So maybe no collated thoughts for a while.
Now. I should write an oral. Unlikely to happen until tomorrow night. Bah bah bah.
Jesus, year 11 is actually almost over. I am quite frightened.
And I know I keep saying this, but wow. My life is *so* different now. Wow. Different for the better I think. For starters, it includes boy, who has lately been very very affectionate (something about a revelation regarding me while he was on a bus?), and it also includes gorgeous new friends, who have allowed me into their little ness despite the fact that I just kind of turned up ^^ They are beautiful and wonderful and love love love, yes?
So much love in fact, that Jenna has decided she needs to reward us just for 'being really nice' by bringing us cake on Monday! Wonderful much?
And I keep not writing.. which is bad.. but I've been to schooled out to chill enough to write. When I'm not busy, I'm dead tired, so I don't write... I will write. And I will write letters on paper from Chinatown adventures with Lani - 'He likes his tea weak'
Ben is.. le sigh. I don't quite know what to do. To be quite honest, I'm sick of feeling like I'm being lied to, and of him hurting people. If someone was probably going to need a liver transplant, surely they'd be on dialysis now, right? Le sigh sigh sigh. Also, innumerable people think Jenna and I had lesbian sex. Hmm.
Anyways. Will attempt to collate thoughts, but may just end up rambling about boy and beautiful girls whom I love, which would be boring for all you, and better told to just them. So maybe no collated thoughts for a while.
Now. I should write an oral. Unlikely to happen until tomorrow night. Bah bah bah.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Hair hair hair ^____^ Bought bleach and purple and blue dyes today! Tomorrow will be a wacky day of hair for all. I'm going purple, putting a blue chunk in Danny's hair, and Meechelle's going completely white ^_^ And I'm going to give Rowan a huge fauxhawk =P
Hee, little purple fauxhawk! My boss may or may not die.
In other news, I'm quite on the verge of failing school. I will probably have to ressurect this situation soon... Unfortunately I am sick and feel like my brain is full of kapok fluff mixed with porridge and tuna. Whinge whinge.
But! It is almost holidays, and soon I will have brightly coloured hair!
Hee, little purple fauxhawk! My boss may or may not die.
In other news, I'm quite on the verge of failing school. I will probably have to ressurect this situation soon... Unfortunately I am sick and feel like my brain is full of kapok fluff mixed with porridge and tuna. Whinge whinge.
But! It is almost holidays, and soon I will have brightly coloured hair!
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