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.

Parent Teacher Interviews.

As I write this I'm also simultaneously writing my English essay which is due first thing tomorrow. Mum asked me why I started it at 10:53pm the night before....good question Mum, guess I just like a challenge.

Yes it's that time of year again. When I sign up every teacher for a ten minute interview with whichever parent it is whose number is up. This year it was Dad who got to listen to teachers tell him that academically I'm a favourite and yet personality wise I'm a nightmare....what of it?

You see my parents hear it every year...twice. It doesn't even faze them any more to hear that my hand-writing is horrendous, I may be a little too direct in my opinions and I don't play nice with the other kids....17 years of it tomorrow and I think they've just perfected their replies.

Teacher: Giorgia is disruptive.
Parent: Does that affect her marks?
Teacher: Giorgia is very direct.
Parent: Would you prefer she lied?
Teacher: Giorgia's handwriting is poor.
Parent: She still got an A right? So it's legible...

You see my parents are under no false pretence, they know what I'm like, so all I can really hope for is that if a teacher bursts out crying or something (....it's happened....sport was never my favourite subject....) that they're not too shocked to have prepared an answer.

So this year's interviews weren't too bad. No one cried, no one had a speech prepared discussing exactly what was wrong with me, no one tried to ignore that my marks are good and just talk about my "daily interactions," just Lit telling me it was too much like english and english vice versa. History telling me my essays are too detailed and German telling me my grammar was terrible...all things I could and probably have told my parents.

Meh, see if I can do more damage next time I guess :)

Hope all is well.

My Job.

I work at a fast food chain. I won't say which one in a bid to keep my job but I will tell you that I work on drive-thru and that it amuses me more than it should....

If I've been there a few too many hours I'll switch from saying "would you like a large coke with that?" to the slightly different "Would you like a large cock with that?" ... You'd be surprised how many we sell :P

Occasionally there will be an abusive customer who will make working there hell. He or she will swear, drop the C or F bomb a few times and then make angry grunting noises like a dying horse. I usually just slide the window shut and watch the tantrum but occasionally they throw things at the window or even better....punch it. This might not sound funny at all but the glass is double layered so usually it results in bruised knuckles for them and a great story for me.

Sometimes I like to mess with the customers heads just coz I feel like it. Like today I started talking to this guy, who would have been about 19....watch me lie:
B: *Orders*
G: *Stares - at his hotness, nodding sporadically* You look tired, had a big day?
B: Yeah, been working out *flexes muscles*
G: *Stares-mouth gaping* Hmmm I'm tired too, had school at 7 (lie) coz I had swimming training (lie-don't remember the last time I swam...)
B: Hmmm I swim too...(G is totally in....) where's your cute as accent from?
G: England (Lie) parents moved when I was 8 (Lie) *Hands back receipt*
B: Naaah keep it. *G notices his number written on it*
GIORGIA FOR THE WIN!!!

Oh and that's not the only time. I've had people ask me to have their babies, to marry them and someone wanted me to get in their car coz they had candy....tempting I have to admit :)

I love my job, even though I don't get paid nearly enough, I come home smelling like grease and oil and my hair is yanked back so tight that I look like I have had an unfortunate face lift. Doesn't matter - where else can I ask people "do you really need that upsize?"

Hope all is well.

Cracking Up.

Ok so today my random crying fits went from being reserved only for the night time, to a full blown tantrum at midday....It's not looking good for my sanity.

 You see I had German school, we had a SAC I didn't know about...luckily it was listening so I was fine-plus I get my SAC sores from my school's German classes anyway. However I'd gone to bed late-gotten up early and haven't slept well in a week coz I stress my self out to the point of insomnia....not so bad I guess.

But that was only the beginning.....(yes I enjoy being overly dramatic...what of it?!?)

It was all supposed to get better, and yet no. I had plans to go out to dinner and a movie with Mum (yes I am THAT cool....), I was calm, just doing homework and getting prepared for the week ahead. All was well - the trees were swinging the birds were singing-Until I read my emails....

I got a rather (and by rather I mean very) catty email from one of my teachers who failed my essay and told me to re-write it. Barely restraining my need to reply with something even cattier I went to start on it...already tearing up and considering joining the circus when my work called. It turns out I had a seven hour shift today I didn't know about. The very angry call from my manager telling me to get into work or don't come back at all did it....

 The stress of four impending SACs, Mum leaving for Germany, Homework, my fail essay and then work too made me snap. So after walking around the house aimlessly for about fifteen minutes (having a meltdown), trying not to be a nutter (failing), I got into the car (sobbing like a spastic) and got to work (all panda-eyed and teary.) Note: I've bracketed how mental I really was so if you ignore them it sounds like I responded in a normal/mature way.

They asked if I needed to go home to calm down...that's how mental I was.

It's looking good....March and I'm already cracking up. Please just let me be back in Germany already!

Hope all is well.

Pussy Paw Prints.

Ok so it's been a while, not really my fault but then again....no, it kinda is.

Whilst i write this my cat is begging for attention so I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes, but chances are they're my cat stepping on the sfd]yimn....keyboard

So in these past 10 days I've been to central Australia. I saw Uluru which was nice and all but it was Kings Canyon that was truly amazing. We saw the Olgas too but the flies were so bad that it kinda ruined the whole walk for us. We had to get up at 5am every morning, so I pretty much went to bed at 8-Mum's normal Bedtime. There were a LOT of bugs, I hate bugs. I couldn't cope and lived in constant fear of being attacked by a cricket or a moth or worse....A Cockroach. I had a great trip though and I'm glad Mum and I saw all the big landmarks in Australia before she leaves fro Germany in 6 weeks.


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This week I have been so stressed in school that I've taken to random bouts of crying and hyperventilating. Considering I don't have any SACs this week, or exams-I'm not entirely certain why I'm so stressed. Probably something to do with the four next week..... Not looking good if I'm already cracking up before term one is even out. I think my main problems are that I have such high aims, seem to have chosen every subjective subject under the sun (e.g, English and Lit) and for some sick reason, everyone seems to have decided that I'm fluent at German, and that I'll get AT LEAST a 40....Think I feel another panic attack coming on!

Ok well I'm going to bed, German school tomorrow...hopefully I will be fluent by the end of the year but....I don't think so.

Hope all is well.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Lately I've been thinking about that famous question you're asked whilst growing up "What do you want to be when you grow up?"I've given many answers over the years and yet this year, is the only year that truly matters. Then again I could always just change majors if I hate my decision....

Here are some of my answers:

Age 5: Famous
Age 7: A Farmer
Age 9: A penguin/potato
Age 11: A Journalist
Age 13: A Singer
Age 14: A Zoologist/Vet
Age 15: An Historian
Age 16: A Translator
Age 17: A Lawyer

I'm sure somewhere along the line actor, author and horse-rider have also made an appearance as well as an abundance of other careers that may or may not be plausible....Potato? Where's the income in that?

I guess whenever we are asked that question, we don't seriously think about it. I always word-vomit Lawyer because it sounds impressive and at job interviews they're always going to hire the Lawyer over the clerk, so I guess I've gotten used to saying it and not actually considering what it means. That's a long time to study...A long time. Not that I mind but then if I get to the end of it and hate it? I guess I'll have studied German, and hopefully Spanish if I ever get around to it...Meh, we'll leave the big decisions for future Giorgia to make.

So I finally got around to doing homework. It took six weeks but for the first time all year I'm finally up to date. I didn't even start the year up to date! I guess it's better late than never though and certainly it's better to hand in four weeks worth of history homework in one shot than not at all....still don't think she was impressed though.

Tomorrow I have my meeting with the Study Plan Man. Not sure what the official title of his job is but none the less, he will tell me how to become a farmer, or a journalist or a lawyer or whatever I decide and whilst he's at it he will make a big plan for me on how to study and generally hate life. I hate plans, they limit imagination...I mean, how else am I supposed to spend two and a half hours on Facebook a night? Fairly certain he won't timetable that in for me...

Hopefully he'll play nice and let me have some random blogging time amongst "5-9pm study" ....oh I look forward to it.

Hope all is well.

Procrastination Station.

It's the weekend. Normally I would never even consider doing homework on a Friday. It's my night off, to relax and buy things at the shopping center that I don't really need. Tonight however, is different. After a week of awkwardly trying to fit study around my (weirdly) expanding social life, I've got a pile of stuff to do.

So what did I do?

Procrastinated of course! Tonight I have started looking into a story, entered dozens of online competitions, downloaded all the German podcasts I could find, painted my toenails, washed my hair, blow-dried my hair and after all that: I went out to dinner and  cleaned my bedroom. I am just that determined. Sadly I'm determined to do the wrong thing. I guess I should study, tomorrow I'm singing at the suburb's festival with the choir and then I have work for seven and a half hours (god, hold me back.) Then Sunday I have rehearsals for the school play and yet more procrastinating, staring at the ever increasing pile and then writing more timetables (that I will never stick to) for myself.

I really should study more, next week we're going to Uluru which means I'll get even further behind. Not that I'm behind, just....not ahead.....at all.

Hmmm well at least my toenails look nice? I'll try harder tomorrow....maybe.

Hope all is well.

Dancing Through Life.

So there seems to be a clip of me interpretive dancing on the net. That's somewhat unfortunate due to my total lack of mad dancing skillz. I can't dance to save myself actually. If someone was shooting at my feet screaming "DANCE FOR YOUR LIFE!" I'd die. I suck. I fully admit that, and therefore avoid the dance floor at all costs.

I know you're thinking about looking up the clip now, in all honesty I'm not embarrassed at all, how can I be? Years of experience has taught me that many people can't dance and at least I'm not Spanish, or Irish, or any of those nationalities that are expected to come with an inbuilt dancing ability. No, I allowed Mum to pay for ballet lessons, for jazz and tap too but...I just have no grace, no rhythm and no talent. I'm awkward and I know I'm bad...which just makes it worse. You know that feeling when you watch someone do something cool and you say to yourself "I can totally do that!" Well, when I see dancers- I know I can't. I was never flexible, never interested and always embarrassed.

Enough about dancing....It's best not to think about it. It's bed time now, unfortunately I left a stack of homework to the last possible second and now have to stay up late (O, Woe is me) to do it all. Instead of studying, I maturely chose to go and see "I am number four" with my Mum. Surprisingly enough, it's a good film...I recommend it if you're not looking to watch anything overly intelligent and want to just stare shamelessly at Alex Pettyfer.

Oh and I'm thinking of killing the person who invented Zumba. Stupid songs singing "Zumba" over and over again as if saying it enough and occasionally changing keys turns it into a new song or something. I hate it. We have to do it for sport and I hate it. I want to find that person, who is no doubt American and NOT Spanish like the songs are supposed to sound and...well...(add threatening statement here.)

Hope all is well.

No you didn't hear that wrong.

I am often told that I am a lot like my mother. I resent that. I'm taller, speak slightly better German and my hair is red-not brown. Admittedly that's often as far as the dissimilarities go. We sound similar, act similarly and spend much of our mornings having odd conversations like the snippets that follow, mostly because both our brains don't seem to kick into action until 11am...ish. Don't judge us, under all these somewhat snipey (I invented a word!) comments lies love....somewhere... :)

(Upon noticing that Mum's hair was unnaturally shiny)

G: Why is your hair sparkly?

M: Coz I'm a Cullen.

G: Imma cull you in a minute.

(Every. Single. Time.)

G: I'm going to have a shower.

M: GOOD!

(After reading James' FB post)

G: James re-did his room.

M: James rooted his BROTHER?!?

G: No. Not sure how you got that so wrong

(Anytime the subject of chores is raised.)
M: *Asks something about chores*
G: *Blank stare* You have a very shrill voice.


(Daily)
G: How was your day?
M: *Starts in on life story*
G: Shush now, let's talk about me.


(Whilst looking at photos)
G: I seem to have very small eyes.
M: Would you say beady?
G: I'd say bite me.


(During awkward moments)
G: Sooooooo, shall we go back to talking about me?
M: Do we have to?
G: Do you have to ask?


(On the rare occasion that she offers...)
M: What do you want for dinner?
G: You're cooking?
M: Don't act so surprised.
G: But I am!


.These are snippets, it's probably best I don't take them out of context or they sound odd....but they're odd anyway.


Hope all is well.
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Three Rangas in a Boat

So tomorrow I have a German SAC. I am looking forward to it. I love the smell of a listening exam in the morning. No, not really but at least listening tests are what I'm best at....as long as she doesn't ask me any really detailed questions such as "What is your opinion of so-and-so's actions?" That kind of question can only be answered with "Meh" a shrug of the shoulders and a blank stare.

So what else? I have an unbelievable amount of pen on my legs, practice tattoos courtesy of Krystal. Not that I want a tattoo, but I was sitting on her and her vain attempts to get me off were to draw rough and random shapes from my feet to my thighs...it's a good look. No amount of showering seems to make the ink go away either, oh well-at least blue is my colour!

 I am continuing to force myself through Emma, the book not the person. It is becoming less tedious as I read on. I find her character less than charming, but then I can't really judge an 18th Century chick for hating on farmers. I just like clueless a lot better. I like that she hates geeks, not farmers, I like that Frank is gay, not shacking up with the woman Emma hates and mostly, I like that Harriet is a full-blown Ranga. Like all good characters should be.

I emailed Tim Minchin today. (Youtube him) I told him all about how my birthday present was tickets to his concert but ow I missed the concert....Not entirely certain what I wanted to achieve considering that I doubt he cares for my sob-story and I doubt even more so that he cares enough to personally read his emails. I'll probably just get some reply from an email-bot saying "EXTERMINATE" or "We're sorry for you, here's a signed poster" or something. Still, maybe he'll come to my birthday, I'd love that. Too hopeful?

Hope all is well.

Angry.

General rule of thumb, don't ever write anything in anger. However, considering I'm nearly always angry and if I'm not, then the anger is just lying in wait, I might as well. Point to prove remember?

Anyway so today I find out my birthday present - to go see my favourite comedian Tim Minchin, was yesterday. That's right, Mum paid roughly $250 for two little yellow tickets that were never used because we had the dates wrong. So I spent my night getting yelled at by my Boss instead of actually enjoying myself. Great. Happy. Goddamn. Birthday.

So what else has happened? Surely something that would make me smile and yet no. I spent my weekend doing 8 hour shifts at work because I need the money. I haven't been to work in four months so you'd think they'd give some form of leeway and yet again, no. I just got yelled at for eight hours straight. It was so much fun the first day that when they called and asked if I could come in five hours early and help them out the next day, I said yes, coz I am just that nice, or stupid. Whichever.

So I'm angry. I think the fact that no one is at fault but me makes my anger worse, because whilst everyone will deny it, it's easier to be angry at someone else. So now I have a pile of homework that hasn't been done coz I spent my study time serving fries and smiling till my cheeks felt like they were going to crack, I have missed out on a concert I've been looking forward to since I got the tickets and for what? $120, time to get a new job.

Point to Prove.

As always I have a point to prove. Whilst many a person will say "Why bother?" or "What's the point?" they are obviously not too familiar with the delicious feeling of victory....

Mum says I can't keep a blog, that I'm too lazy. She's probably right actually but it's more a lack of interesting things to say, I mean I know I talk a lot, but I'm the first to admit I have little to actually say. Guess it's not such an important thing, I have bits and pieces.

Monday is the Athletics carnival for our school. Apparently if I don't go I'll regret it for the rest of my life, at least that's what everyone is saying "OH IT'S YOUR LAST YEAR, YOU SIMPLY MUST!" perhaps in a slightly less formal manner but none the less.....I'm not going. I won't go, they'll make me run, jump and then do both together for hurdles and not only do I hate sport, I despise athleticism. People think it's great to be muscular and fit. It's not. Exercise kills-Look at Bruce Lee. Not only does it kill but for those it leaves alive they make the rest of us look bad. It makes us look tubby and lazy. No, exercise is bad for our self-esteem and I generally recommend we all avoid it. So instead I'll spend my day catching up on homework, fairly certain THAT is a must.

So now that I'm back from Germany, I've put all my study efforts into learning German as best I can. It turns out it is rather difficult to teach yourself a language so I've found help. I go to my classes in school, an extra German school on weekends (yep, I'm just that hardcore) and I badger my exchange family with random emails with enough grammatical errors to keep them correcting for weeks. Then on top of that I have enough German grammar books and textbooks to please any Teacher...I'm determined....I will get more than a 33. I must, mostly coz Mum's moving to Germany and I sense proficiency in German might be beneficial....I have been known to be wrong occasionally though....

Today I had my first shift at work for four months. It was seven hours long but surprisingly not too bad. I guess I really have no life because I was kind of looking forward to it, to see my friends though....not coz I was overly excited to sell fries and clean tables. It was good though and considering I need to earn quite a bit for next year's tripping through Europe, I think it's a good thing I like my job.

Well my point has been proven for tonight....I will keep a blog.....challenge accepted.

Hope all is well.

English Literature and Aging.

So today is my Dad's Birthday. I won't say how old he is...He's sensitive about that but I will say that it was a great success. After shopping for the last three days I finally found a few presents I deemed acceptable and any others I made....Including writing a story entitled "The Story of Aging." I could actually SEE the apprehension on Dad's face as he turned the pages! It was ok though, funny in an oddball kind of way!

Happy Birthday Dad!

Anyway so this year in Lit we're studying Emma. I don't know if anyone reading my blog has read it but it's....not what I expected. I thought I'd hate life of Pi because it's written almost entirely in nonsensical allegory, but instead it seems it's Emma I dislike. She's presumptuous as she always just "knows" that Harriet will be perfect for Mr Elton...wrong, she's obnoxious in her expectation that everyone ought to do as she pleases and all together-she's put on a pedestal much to high for her real worth. I swear every second line is "Oh how WONDERFUL is Emma" "Oh isn't she just the BEST." No, she's not, she's 21, never wants to be married, has never completed anything in her life and sticks her nose in where it's not welcome. She almost ruins Harriet's chances for love and leads Mr. Elton along....admittedly he deserves it because he is just as bad as she is.

Ok. That's the end of my rant. I LOVED Life of Pi though, it's a little tedious at times, what with all the extraordinarily detailed descriptions and all but it has a purpose and it'll be great to study.

Ok got to go study, regrettably my plans for German Language domination have yet again failed....dem, den, die, der, das, des.....Hating, but I'll get it....eventually!

Hope all is well.

Valentines Day

Ok so Valentine's day. A day of love, affection and just generally having as many Valentines as you can possibly score in a vain attempt to receive flowers from somebody....ANYBODY!!!

Not really. Anybody would include stalkers and perverts and I don't want their flowers...

But anyone else? Come on! I mean I had six Valentines and they all failed to even say happy Valentines day and hug me, let alone give me a dozen roses and tell me I'm the only one for them....ok maybe the last part was a little too much but I would like flowers. If only to prove to Mum that I am indeed the more popular one of the two....although I know nobody doubts that :)

I'm probably just sad because it's my first Valentines day alone, and I had to spend it with all those people who say "Oh it doesn't matter, it's a silly day." It is, but I don't mind being silly if it comes with Chocolates and roses and teddy bears...

No, that's materialistic-roses die, chocolates make you fat and any teddies I have get shredded by my cats. There - that's Valentine's day in a nutshell...a very cynical nutshell.

Have to find myself a genuine Valentine for next year....

P.S. Like my photography? ;) Not allowed to use copyrighted images....made my own.....

Hope all is well.

First Post.

So I've been planning to keep a blog of my last year in schooling all along. Sadly my laziness means that I have started it two weeks late and you miss all those jittery/whiney posts about how scared I am and how I don't want it to end. On the bright side I can do it now....

Not really. Actually I'm kind of glad school's ending. I love it and all but after 12 years it wears a little thin. Yes I realise it should say 13 but I skipped year five....my maths isn't quite THAT bad.

Speaking of maths I've decided to study General. It's shamefully easy, with my first question of the year being "What is a mode...." you've got to be kidding, luckily I've evened up easy subjects with German...which I am certain will suck my will to live all year long. Those two subjects are joined with English and Lit, history and I did Psych last year.

Sadly I've missed telling you all about: The school swimming carnival (nothing happened-Chisholm lost), the Kwong Lee Dow sleepover (well all we did was play "team-building" games and touched randoms we've never met more than was really appropriate and of course my leadership orientation-Do you swear to serve the school effectively? Yup. Guess that's a good enough summary...moving on!

People keep asking me about my goals for this year and what I want to study next year. I want to have fun and as for next year? My usual answer is law. Unfortunately my bubble was burst last week when I finally realised how mind-numbingly boring Law would be to study but then....I'll give it a shot. I can always switch. Oh and the next question...Do you think you'll get in? Yes. Why not, seeds of doubt grow into trees of failure...haha going to use that one in a lit essay, I'll be fine-pick subjects you're good at I guess!

Hope all is well.