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.