And it's already May...

Ok, so I fully admit I have been terrible at keeping this blog over the last month or so, I guess year twelve is a tad bit more difficult than I originally supposed.... Actually, it's just coz I've been lazy.


My room is covered in German notes, grammar posters and vocab sheets. I swear to god if I don't get at least a 40 people are gonna get hurt when I turn into the incredible hulk and go on an angry rampage. That being said I'm epic failing maths. Considering I'm doing further and I am capable of methods you'd think I'd be pulling out 80's at least....not so, instead I'm not even hitting 70...awks. I just got cocky I guess-a lesson learnt the hard way, now I'm going to have to work hard all year in an attempt to get 38...no 50 study scores for me this year :S


Off holidays now, it's amazing how quickly the hatred of school sets in again....just two more terms to go, that's what I tell myself. Then schoolies and GERMANY!!! I have a poster on my door that says "Is your German fluent yet?" I answer it every day....not even close, but it will be....if it's the last thing I do :D


Hope all is well.

Update.

K so I haven't written in quite a while. Actually I have a lot to say so the usual excuse doesn't really hold up. It's probably got more to do with the fact that it's holidays and I get up at 12:30pm and go to bed at like 4...so it's not a great time to start writing.

We had my last house arts ever, I'm going to miss that. I sang a solo at the start of our choirs song. I was so nervous I was shaking violently before I got up, but then I realised no one was even listening and it was fine :) Then I went on school holidays, still on them. I haven't really achieved much. I had my 17th Birthday party which went well, mostly thanks to Dad for owning disco lights and a smoke machine....best not to ask why. Saw everyone for Magenta's party last weekend where she decided to humiliate us for no apparent reason and have a dress-up party in the middle of the city. It would've been awkward had we not been in a massive group. Sharon dressed as Pikachu, Daniel as Bob the Builder and me just generally looking like a baby hooker. It was a good day though and kinda made me realise how much I'm gonna miss home when I head over to Germany next year...

 

Anyways. So I have a massive pile of homework. Mostly German as per usual. I tried doing the practice German exam but I lost interest with trying to fit "kaum" (hardly) into every sentence, so I'll get back to it later. Mum wants some nice photos of us together so she can take them to Germany with her, so that's happening tonight. Unfortunately she booked it on this year's worst hair day. I look like a deranged orangutan...It's unfortunate to say the least.

What else? My best friend from Germany informed me that his friend has started collecting girls socks coz I gave him a pair of mine before I left. Sounds weirder than it is....they were fluffy and he wanted them...no it's just odd :D

Anyways, gonna try to make myself look beautiful now, try was the active word in that sentence coz something tells me it's just not gonna happen, thankgod for photoshop :)

Hope all is well.

Bombshell.

My room is a mess. I will clean it...eventually. However right now I'm happy to keep adding things to the ever increasing pile that now reaches my hips....it's concerning to say the least. It seems to me that once a piece of clothing is added to the pile, it is never to be seen again, unless I go mining that is; but that requires some serious equipment so usually I just grab what's left of my clothes (the rejects) from the cupboards and walk around dressed like I don't own a mirror to check myself in.

There is no carpet. My room is not big to begin with and considering my poor decision in choosing a queen size bed, my shoebox of a room is made even tinier by the ridiculously big furniture that is spread throughout. So now, what room I did have left is covered with random stuff. I don't even know if some of the stuff in here is mine. I mean, when would I ever wear sunglasses? I'm a Ranga for gods sake! I don't go out into the sun. There I seems to be a large collection of shoeboxes too and I don't remember the last time I bought shoes.... I really should just clean it but I'm happier just to wait till I can talk someone into doing it for me....

Anyways we have house arts coming up, which is where the school attempts to instil house spirit by forcing years 5-12 together to sing. dance, act and draw. It's a thoroughly enjoyable experience...... *Mild sarcasm intended* I have a solo in "under the bridge" by the red hot chilli peppers, it's sad coz I really love the song but can't sing it to save myself....I apologise in advance.

On a side note I got the top mark in the History SAC. I'm really only writing that so on the off chance that I re-read my blog in a few years, I can read that and remember the good times of getting the top mark in at least one of my SACs....english and maths scores impending....

Hope all is well.

Panic Attack in the Sac

I'm going to get fat. When some people get stressed they stop eating. I eat everything in sight, then stress that I've put on weight (like .1kg) and stress more and eat more. Yes, I am truly gifted with logic...

English SAC- Lets not discuss it.
Maths SAC - Lets not discuss it. (but I will anyway)

You see I panicked in the maths SAC (god knows why) and spent a good fifteen minutes hyperventilating at the back instead of working and then just made up answers for the last few questions coz I ran out of time (coz I spent most of my time cursing Mendelssohn and any other mathematician I could think of instead of actually doing the work.)  It's not that maths is difficult, just that if I panic or stress I'm useless. It's the same with everything else. When speaking german if someone laughs or I lose track of what I'm saying then that's it for the day. There's no getting back on the horse for Giorgia, just rocking herself to a state of calm in the corner.

Well, not usually but at the moment. I swear after two bad SACs in a row it couldn't get much worse. It seems the fog of apathy is setting in....as if it hadn't already. They can say "oh it goes quickly" and "it'll be the end of your life if you fail" all they want but I feel somewhat depressed and unmotivated, so they can say it all they want but I need a break. Just to hide in a corner and hope my SAC results at least put me in the top 20% ??? So much for law...

Hope all is well.

My Dating Tips #1

I have long held certain rules of dating. Not that I really date. I usually just let the boy know that he's mine, tell him not to question me or argue about it and that's the end of it.


Anyway here are few reasons I'd say no to a boy.

1. If he has a weird name. This sounds harsh but if no one can pronounce his name then I have to give him a nickname and boys don't seem to like being called "Boy" they seem to think it's belittling or something. They also don't appreciate you forgetting their name but that's a different story.

2. If he is overly hairy or double jointed. I can't stand people cracking their knuckles or bending their fingers back. It makes me nauseous and people who are capable of doing either just don't seem to be able to help themselves....It's not ok. Those who are hairy can't help themselves either. I mean how dare they be hairy! Not that they can really help it, I guess it's a genetic thing but if the there is enough hair that it keeps them warm in the winter time without the need of a jacket-then it is time to wax.

3. If he baby-talks. It only takes one word and he's gone.

4. If he comments on my weight or doesn't lie and tell me I look beautiful all the time. I'm egotistical and freely admit it. I don't want to hear that my ass has expanded since last time he saw me or that yellow flannelette pyjamas with frogs on them are not very attractive (yes I actually own those PJ's....what of it?) I want to hear that my hair is shiny (greasy), that my eyes shine through (my glasses), that my skin is luminous (too much blush) and that what I'm wearing looks great (that top is too tight and the shoes don't match the pants.) I don't think it's too much to ask?!?

5. If he doesn't pay. Actually I'll always pay for myself but that doesn't mean he can't offer. Plus if I'm feeling particularly cheap I might skimp out on $0.50 or so so it's nice to know the offer's there.

There's a plethora (couldn't help myself....plethora :) of reasons and only the cream of the crop get through to my interviewing stage :P However I'll study for my SACs now and leave the rest of my reasons for another day.

Hope all is well.

Judgment Day Approaches.

About ten minutes ago I was so desperate for M&Ms I considered running out to the shops to buy some...despite the rain, and the cold and my hair getting messy if I risked facing the aforementioned issues.....I needed them. M&Ms are life, in fact I could probably live on M&Ms if I was given an opportunity. I just love them. However I also love my ass not giving Russia's size a run for it's money, so I usually refrain from eating them. Anyways I have a lollipop now so I'm happy....for now.

So I'm a judger. I don't think that's such a bad thing-it saves time getting to know annoying people and I freely admit that I do it so it's ok. Whilst some people will say "don't judge a book by its cover" it's just not realistic. 1. People are not books and 2. No one wants to be friends with the guy who's not wearing any pants on the bus...or do you? No? Well then you've judged. He might be the love of your life, or just a really nice guy but because of his unfortunate lack of pants you have decided he's either a) a freak b) a sexual deviant or c) both. I use my mad judging skillz for good and not evil though, I think it's better for all involved if we just cut the awkward conversation and note that "They have a mullet-not my kind of person" or "she's a lot more attractive than I am-not my type of person." Naah just kidding....or am I?!?

Not sure why I told you that, it wasn't leading on to anything.

Moving on.

Seems the SAC I've been frantically preparing for all week is actually on Monday and not tomorrow...guess I'll get a good nights sleep for once! I had a dream a few nights ago that Justin Bieber was an evil demon (as if there is any other kind) and he was chasing me around some camping ground trying to suck out my soul. Now considering I'm a Ranga and don't even have a soul-it didn't really make sense. (http://www.jlowman.com/Gingerkids.htm) Not to mention the only time I've ever really heard his music is on the radio-which is speedily switched off or when I was in Germany and Laura (my German) played his stuff. Let me just say that for a little kid with a bowl cut he was surprisingly scary-guess it was the whole "I want to kill you" thing.

Anyways I should do some homework.

Hope all is well.

Birthday.

Today was my birthday. That is all.