I managed to miss two buses this afternoon, which I think is quite an achievement. The first bus that I can catch home leaves about no minutes after the bell rings, which is really inconvenient. If I grab my stuff quickly and run straight out I can make it. But as it is, the bell rings, I vaguely consider that I should get my stuff. Talk a bit. Eventually leave the classroom. Realise I left something in the classroom. Find someone else to talk to. Hug Joe for a bit. Annoy Kane. Knuckle Five Kane. Slap Ian or Fred or Alex because it seems to be becoming a thing. Get slapped for awhile and then casually consider going home, and realise that I'm going on the bus. Then tear out to the gate in a pointless quest to catch it just in time.
Seeing as the second bus comes about 15 minutes after this point it shouldn't be too difficult to catch right? Apparently wrong. I got in some conversation and then looked up a bit later and realised that no one that catches my bus was still there. Goddamn. So I'm all oh fuck. And I was out of credit. So I had to do that whole 1800 reverse thing except when they say "say your name" I'm all "call me back yeah?" because reverse charges are like 50 dollars a minute. And I cheat the system like that. trick-ee. or not.
But then Anna called me back and was like loser whatever Mum's at work. So I was all eh, looks like I'm walking. Which simultaneously sucked and was nice.
I was listening to hey there delilah earlier and I really love that song cos it's soo sweet and everything!1!!!!eleven!! I dunno it's just a nice song, and it's kinda not my usual listening cos it was one of those all over the radio songs which usually piss me off. Not because I'm all "ohmygod I am so elite and artsy and above mainstream popular culture, I'm so non-conformist like all my non-conformist friends!!" But just because they get played so so so so much. And then everybody downloads them and plays them at their parties. And then they get put on an ad or something. And it's like, shut up with that song already.
ERGH THAT REMINDS ME OF THAT LOW SONG.
I don't know what it's called perhaps it is 'low' but mainly it just goes 'low low low low low'. As it's eighteenth season and everybody has to go and turn eighteen everyone has a party. And all these parties involve 67 presents that are beer or wine glasses because- hey! now you can legally drink, I'm sure you need enough glasses to open your own bar service! While you're doing your HSC and all. And you drink your sugared down premix out of the bottle anyway.
Generally these events involve a bunch of people holding a drink all night and pretending to be drunk. Well a few painful of those. And freaking repetitive music mixes with the same 10 or 1 songs playing over and over and over again. And this low one is like, constant. And every time it comes on they all go OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS SONG I HAVEN'T HEARD IT IN LIKE TEN MINUTES!! and run out on the dancefloor and scream the lyrics. Or lyric, I'm not sure. And dance drunkly or quasi drunkly. And then it gets to the bit where the guy goes "LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW" and they all giggle and do that whole crouch down dance move. And its like, wow, that's original.
And me and Joe and Fred and Alex and Ian sit in a corner and talk about making a sitcom. Cos we're lame like that but atleast we're not pretending to be drunk. And when we are drunk we're not that annoying. Well I hope I'm not, they all entertain me when they're drunk. I don't think any of my drinking experiences have progressed to a stage that could be considered completely drunk anyway.
I can't remember where that story was originally going :S
So err..what else can I say?
I should just finish this entry and do my stupid PIP for stupid Society and Culture for my stupid HSC so I can go to stupid university and become a stupid lawyer.
yeah I guess I should do that.
xx
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Oma
I startd this yesterday..
I decided that today I should do my grandaughterly duty and visit my Oma. Crazy, dutch, and obsessively religious. I'm constantly feeling guilty about the fact that I don't visit her regularly enough, so try to kind of comensate by only visiting her infrequently, but coming bearing gifts when I do. Which I think makes us both happier. Don't get me wrong, I do love my grandmother, but it's difficult to find time, and she can be painful.
I don't think I ever had an actual conversation with her when I was younger. We would go to visit. And it would be the standard "hello darling. kisshug. go say hello to your opa" (because I wouldnt have done that anyway?) and that was kind of it. Then about 4 years ago my Opa got really sick with cancer and was in and out of hospital and all of a sudden I was seeing my grandparents every day practically, and Oma and I were sitting in a hospital room on our own one of those crazy days and I was like "..............................................i like your ring?" and we had a conversation for the first time ever. After Opa died Anna and I used to go out and stay at her place in the holidays, it worked two-fold in that we could help around the house and cook dinner and then we also had something to do for the holidays because my cousins lived next door. Those weeks are just a blur of memories of musty smells, benny hinn, making documentaries, mashing potato's with sauerkraut and boiled sausages. and praying the rosary three times a day. shudder to the last bit. at the end of one of those stays we counted that we had said 1,113 'hail mary's', 126 our fathers, 147 glory be's and done the sign of the cross 252 times. in one single week. Yeah I'm not some freak who remembers numbers, I had to work it out again, but they sound the same.
Anyway, she lives in an elderly hostel now so I visit infrequently, visit's which are usually full of "your daddy.." "your daddy.." "your daddy.." "bridget is due in december, rebecca will probably be pregnant again soon, erica is due in november, janni phoned yesterday" "your daddy" "do you go to church on sunday?"
Yesterday's visit was prompted by a trip to sydney last week, to see the Rocky Horror Picture show, cos it was on in production and Anna and I both love it. Anyone living in Australia and not living in a vacuum in Australia, would probably know that last week was 'World Youth Day' where pretty much a serious fuckload of catholics all gathered together to jointly cream at the pope (and his evil star wars eyes) giving a huge mass, and lecturing them probably. I dont know. I'm sure it was lots of fun and very enlightening, Guy Sebastian attended so it must've been a blast. Which meant sydney was covered in 'pilgrims', many wearing 'i heart jesus' shirts, which was kind of hilarious. But also a buttload of souvenir shops and stuff. Eventually I determined that World Youth Day would be more appropriately named 'convention for selling hugely overpriced useless items with pictures of the pope on them' Nonetheless I decided I should get Oma something as she is the pope's #1 groupie, so I bought a coin with a picture of the pope on it and a World Youth Day newspaper so she would have something to read and then some double salted licorice from one of the lolly shops in the city, cos you can't get it here.
Yeah, the dutch put salt on their licorice, what the hell?
I got some for my dad as well cos Anna was all aw liv dad likes this stuff too! you should get him some too! and after tossing up the optional answers (fuck that, he's a cunt. and *fake smile* good idea, choose some out for him) I opted for not being a fucker to my sister, and when I gave it to him it was all:
"yeah I got you some licorice in sydney"
*examines* "is it salted?"
"yup"
"thanks"
Nobody in my family seems to see the bizaarity (if thats a word) of questioning the saltyness of licorice, but it always makes me internally giggle.
So I gave Oma her stuff, she was all happy which made her more pleasant toward's my "err, nah I can't make it to church cos I have to work on Sunday's" probably because I kind of let her believe that we went down to Sydney to see the Pope. I didn't directly lie to her, I just kept yapping on about WYD and let her assume. Then she made me write my name in this little diary, that she uses to record who comes and visits her. And I was all ...THEFUCK?!? (in my mind, not to my borderline 90 grandmother) because that's just weird. I flipped through it and it goes right back to the start of the year and there is no actual diary entries just "jacinta visit" "annemiek phoned" "katie visit" I guess it's kind of a santa list, maybe those who don't visit enough don't receive their christmas scratchies. Or maybe she uses it to brag to the other residents about how we all visit her. Weird.
When I got home I was all, "err Anna..we totally went to Sydney to see that old religious guy if Oma asks.." "..benny hinn?" "no" "jesus?" "shut up! the pope!" "mm it's ok I see her like, less regularly then you" "Anna that's terrible you actually live down at Dad's some of the time! The way she talks you'd think he was living there with her" "yeah she always goes on about how good he is though, he takes her to church and visits her sometimes" "what so you just stay at home" "well all she does it tell me to put clothes on and pray!"
Which is kind of funny because 1. I know it's probably true and 2. Anna is one of the least promiscuous people I know, she's like too tomboy and she evidently hasn't hit the skank era yet
After I'd finished my visiting Oma I was sent off with a healthy serving of guilt and realised I had time to kill (ok so I totally planned on having time to kill) and walked over to Joey's to suprise him. It was totally cool cos we'd been texting and I was all "yeah Im just at home doing my society and culture" and then when I was right at his house I was all "..if you could have one wish right now what would it be" and he was predictably sweet (yes! my plan works!) and was all "to be with you" and so I was all *knocks on door* "wish granted!" which is probably incredibly lame, but whatever, it was fun!
Anyway, I best be off. fare thee well x
I decided that today I should do my grandaughterly duty and visit my Oma. Crazy, dutch, and obsessively religious. I'm constantly feeling guilty about the fact that I don't visit her regularly enough, so try to kind of comensate by only visiting her infrequently, but coming bearing gifts when I do. Which I think makes us both happier. Don't get me wrong, I do love my grandmother, but it's difficult to find time, and she can be painful.
I don't think I ever had an actual conversation with her when I was younger. We would go to visit. And it would be the standard "hello darling. kisshug. go say hello to your opa" (because I wouldnt have done that anyway?) and that was kind of it. Then about 4 years ago my Opa got really sick with cancer and was in and out of hospital and all of a sudden I was seeing my grandparents every day practically, and Oma and I were sitting in a hospital room on our own one of those crazy days and I was like "..............................................i like your ring?" and we had a conversation for the first time ever. After Opa died Anna and I used to go out and stay at her place in the holidays, it worked two-fold in that we could help around the house and cook dinner and then we also had something to do for the holidays because my cousins lived next door. Those weeks are just a blur of memories of musty smells, benny hinn, making documentaries, mashing potato's with sauerkraut and boiled sausages. and praying the rosary three times a day. shudder to the last bit. at the end of one of those stays we counted that we had said 1,113 'hail mary's', 126 our fathers, 147 glory be's and done the sign of the cross 252 times. in one single week. Yeah I'm not some freak who remembers numbers, I had to work it out again, but they sound the same.
Anyway, she lives in an elderly hostel now so I visit infrequently, visit's which are usually full of "your daddy.." "your daddy.." "your daddy.." "bridget is due in december, rebecca will probably be pregnant again soon, erica is due in november, janni phoned yesterday" "your daddy" "do you go to church on sunday?"
Yesterday's visit was prompted by a trip to sydney last week, to see the Rocky Horror Picture show, cos it was on in production and Anna and I both love it. Anyone living in Australia and not living in a vacuum in Australia, would probably know that last week was 'World Youth Day' where pretty much a serious fuckload of catholics all gathered together to jointly cream at the pope (and his evil star wars eyes) giving a huge mass, and lecturing them probably. I dont know. I'm sure it was lots of fun and very enlightening, Guy Sebastian attended so it must've been a blast. Which meant sydney was covered in 'pilgrims', many wearing 'i heart jesus' shirts, which was kind of hilarious. But also a buttload of souvenir shops and stuff. Eventually I determined that World Youth Day would be more appropriately named 'convention for selling hugely overpriced useless items with pictures of the pope on them' Nonetheless I decided I should get Oma something as she is the pope's #1 groupie, so I bought a coin with a picture of the pope on it and a World Youth Day newspaper so she would have something to read and then some double salted licorice from one of the lolly shops in the city, cos you can't get it here.
Yeah, the dutch put salt on their licorice, what the hell?
I got some for my dad as well cos Anna was all aw liv dad likes this stuff too! you should get him some too! and after tossing up the optional answers (fuck that, he's a cunt. and *fake smile* good idea, choose some out for him) I opted for not being a fucker to my sister, and when I gave it to him it was all:
"yeah I got you some licorice in sydney"
*examines* "is it salted?"
"yup"
"thanks"
Nobody in my family seems to see the bizaarity (if thats a word) of questioning the saltyness of licorice, but it always makes me internally giggle.
So I gave Oma her stuff, she was all happy which made her more pleasant toward's my "err, nah I can't make it to church cos I have to work on Sunday's" probably because I kind of let her believe that we went down to Sydney to see the Pope. I didn't directly lie to her, I just kept yapping on about WYD and let her assume. Then she made me write my name in this little diary, that she uses to record who comes and visits her. And I was all ...THEFUCK?!? (in my mind, not to my borderline 90 grandmother) because that's just weird. I flipped through it and it goes right back to the start of the year and there is no actual diary entries just "jacinta visit" "annemiek phoned" "katie visit" I guess it's kind of a santa list, maybe those who don't visit enough don't receive their christmas scratchies. Or maybe she uses it to brag to the other residents about how we all visit her. Weird.
When I got home I was all, "err Anna..we totally went to Sydney to see that old religious guy if Oma asks.." "..benny hinn?" "no" "jesus?" "shut up! the pope!" "mm it's ok I see her like, less regularly then you" "Anna that's terrible you actually live down at Dad's some of the time! The way she talks you'd think he was living there with her" "yeah she always goes on about how good he is though, he takes her to church and visits her sometimes" "what so you just stay at home" "well all she does it tell me to put clothes on and pray!"
Which is kind of funny because 1. I know it's probably true and 2. Anna is one of the least promiscuous people I know, she's like too tomboy and she evidently hasn't hit the skank era yet
After I'd finished my visiting Oma I was sent off with a healthy serving of guilt and realised I had time to kill (ok so I totally planned on having time to kill) and walked over to Joey's to suprise him. It was totally cool cos we'd been texting and I was all "yeah Im just at home doing my society and culture" and then when I was right at his house I was all "..if you could have one wish right now what would it be" and he was predictably sweet (yes! my plan works!) and was all "to be with you" and so I was all *knocks on door* "wish granted!" which is probably incredibly lame, but whatever, it was fun!
Anyway, I best be off. fare thee well x
Monday, July 21, 2008
blogger will be the baiseur most day after tomorrow
I haven't posted in forever..again..this time it was partially my fault and partially the fault of blogger being a stupid fucker. it was really annoying, because it would be all good and working, and let me do everything, until i clicked "create a post" which is like, huh? isn't that the point of blogger. fucker.
Moving over blogger being a fucker. herm, now I've finally got to blogging, I really don't know what to actually blog about. Which is sad, because it's been like a week, have I nothing to say about an entire week of my existance? I've noticed that about blogging though, if I blog like everyday I can crap on about that day forever, but I leave it for a week and it's like onoz!! which bit to write about!! And I think I should have heaps to talk about, which leads to this epic mindblank. and a boring blog. Has anyone noticed how inconsistent I am in capitalisation. I should work on that.
Ok so I'm going to go with just talking about to day. Which will lead to bitching about my mum. She went to work at like two or something and so I watched how I met your mother for awhile and then realised I had no idea what there was for dinner, so I looked and there was like, nothing. And so I went onto skype and was all hello? except she didn't reply so I left it and forgot about it and then Joe rung and we were on the phone for ages and then my mobile rung and it was mum but I missed it and then I realised there was a message on it that was all GET OFF THE PHONE. which makes me mad. Because if she ever tries to ring me when she's at work and the phone is engaged she chucks a hissy and screams and yells and demands and says I'm grounded and all this bullshit, because I happended to be on the phone when she rung. And for clarification she never actually wants anything, she always just rings, because I dont know why actually, I have no idea why she rings. Ive never questioned it. But it's really annoying. Like she always rings 2 minutes before the bus leaves of a morning and is all "so your up. did you make lunch. what did you make for lunch. other such smalltalk. bla bla bla bla BLA." and I'm all "yep.yep.ham.yep.sandwhich.MUM WE HAVE TO GO" and then she get's all sulky at me. Anyway. So I got off the phone, and looked at the computer and there was about a million replies to my 'hello' on skype. that was like
hello. what ever it is no. hello. GET OFF THE PHONE. YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. ARE YOU ON THE PHONE TO JOE? DONT YOU HAVE HOMEWORK. I AM ANGRY. IM GOING TO RING JOES PARENTS. YOUR ADOPTED. I AM ANGRY. SO ANGRY. DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. GET OFF THE PHONE. PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSE.
and I was all, overkill maybe? anyway, so i rung her and she was all ra ra ra ra i hate you hours and hours on the phone and I was all. I wasn't on for hours, and he was helping me with my pip. And then she yelled a bit more and hung up on me. which irks me so much. there are a few things which really really really get to me, and being hung up on is one of them. Particularly seeing as she was so eager to have this phone conversation. Which when I asked her what she actually wanted she couldn't give me an answer. which really just confuses me.
And ok he wasn't helping me with my pip, i dont care, but I also wasn't on the phone for hours, cos I'm pretty sure it was less then 2 hours. until it passes the two hour mark it can not be pluralised. Whatever, I lie when my mum's yelling, she doesn't know, I don't do drugs or any other scary things for parents that there children could do, I'm not going to feel guilty about slight exagerations/white lies.
And who even rings their 17 year old daughters boyfriends parents about a less then 2 hour phone call that if it occured while mum was home watching law and order in the next room, wouldnt have mattered? Seriously.
Somewhere in there I tried to throw a guilt trip about her not leaving me any dinner, or atleast telling me what there was that I could cook, which was a stretch considering a week ago we were arguing because she doesnt want me to go to uni 8 hours away, she wants me to go to uni an hour away because bla bla bla bla you'll be too far away what if you need help. And I was all RA I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF. and that uni is better for law, and I want to do law. And I don't want to do it at a uni with a less good law course which will take longer just so I can live closer to home, or god forbid stay at home while i do uni. Which I am not doing. Because I have been looking forward to moving out for waaayyy too long. Don't get me wrong I love my mum, but I don't love living with her all that much. I like independence. I have a crazy love for public transport. Because public transport means going where I want, without being restricted to somebody's car (or I could just get a licence, whatever, public transport gives me enviro points) people think this is weird. But I decided it's because I like independence. Or I'm weird. whatever. leave my public transport fetish alone.
Moving along. Anyway, so I'd gotten off the phone to Joe, been hung up on by mum and then Joe messaged me and was all your mum messaged me. and i was all WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! beware my wrath because if someone was in the room at that point and so much as looked at me I probably would've eaten them. maybe. I can't remember if I was hungry at the time or not.
and so i messaged back all the fuck? what did she say. and he was all oh just something about getting off the phone, she was only joking though. and i was all huh? no she wasn't. she really wasn't. she was being psychotic and weird. And why would it be a joke? He always thinks my parents are just joking when they are actually doing something mean and upsetting me and the last thing I need to be told is that it is just a joke. When my dad reads all the negative parts of my economics report outloud, completely skipping over the positive comments or marks, in front of my boyfriend and my stepmother it is not a joke, no one was laughing. It was my dad being a prick. And I don't get how these moments cen be mistaken for jokes. Where is the punchline of my mum messaging my boyfriend while she is at work to ra about us talking on the phone for too long.
Anyway, end boring rant. Joe just messaged me something about translating languages, which reminds me of a fun game I used to play. It's kinda like, chinese whispers for the lonely or something.
ok so I started with the sentence "blogger has been a fucker the past few days"
translated to french. then from the french result to spanish. spanish to chinese. chinese back to english
"blogger will be the baiseur most day after tomorrow"
HAHAHAHA. yeah that's probably not funny to anyone else. whatever.
and when did babelfish get bought by yahoo? man im behind the times. last time i used that thing it was all altavista!!
in the words of my 14 year old cousin, over and out rainbow trout. xx
Moving over blogger being a fucker. herm, now I've finally got to blogging, I really don't know what to actually blog about. Which is sad, because it's been like a week, have I nothing to say about an entire week of my existance? I've noticed that about blogging though, if I blog like everyday I can crap on about that day forever, but I leave it for a week and it's like onoz!! which bit to write about!! And I think I should have heaps to talk about, which leads to this epic mindblank. and a boring blog. Has anyone noticed how inconsistent I am in capitalisation. I should work on that.
Ok so I'm going to go with just talking about to day. Which will lead to bitching about my mum. She went to work at like two or something and so I watched how I met your mother for awhile and then realised I had no idea what there was for dinner, so I looked and there was like, nothing. And so I went onto skype and was all hello? except she didn't reply so I left it and forgot about it and then Joe rung and we were on the phone for ages and then my mobile rung and it was mum but I missed it and then I realised there was a message on it that was all GET OFF THE PHONE. which makes me mad. Because if she ever tries to ring me when she's at work and the phone is engaged she chucks a hissy and screams and yells and demands and says I'm grounded and all this bullshit, because I happended to be on the phone when she rung. And for clarification she never actually wants anything, she always just rings, because I dont know why actually, I have no idea why she rings. Ive never questioned it. But it's really annoying. Like she always rings 2 minutes before the bus leaves of a morning and is all "so your up. did you make lunch. what did you make for lunch. other such smalltalk. bla bla bla bla BLA." and I'm all "yep.yep.ham.yep.sandwhich.MUM WE HAVE TO GO" and then she get's all sulky at me. Anyway. So I got off the phone, and looked at the computer and there was about a million replies to my 'hello' on skype. that was like
hello. what ever it is no. hello. GET OFF THE PHONE. YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. ARE YOU ON THE PHONE TO JOE? DONT YOU HAVE HOMEWORK. I AM ANGRY. IM GOING TO RING JOES PARENTS. YOUR ADOPTED. I AM ANGRY. SO ANGRY. DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. GET OFF THE PHONE. PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSE.
and I was all, overkill maybe? anyway, so i rung her and she was all ra ra ra ra i hate you hours and hours on the phone and I was all. I wasn't on for hours, and he was helping me with my pip. And then she yelled a bit more and hung up on me. which irks me so much. there are a few things which really really really get to me, and being hung up on is one of them. Particularly seeing as she was so eager to have this phone conversation. Which when I asked her what she actually wanted she couldn't give me an answer. which really just confuses me.
And ok he wasn't helping me with my pip, i dont care, but I also wasn't on the phone for hours, cos I'm pretty sure it was less then 2 hours. until it passes the two hour mark it can not be pluralised. Whatever, I lie when my mum's yelling, she doesn't know, I don't do drugs or any other scary things for parents that there children could do, I'm not going to feel guilty about slight exagerations/white lies.
And who even rings their 17 year old daughters boyfriends parents about a less then 2 hour phone call that if it occured while mum was home watching law and order in the next room, wouldnt have mattered? Seriously.
Somewhere in there I tried to throw a guilt trip about her not leaving me any dinner, or atleast telling me what there was that I could cook, which was a stretch considering a week ago we were arguing because she doesnt want me to go to uni 8 hours away, she wants me to go to uni an hour away because bla bla bla bla you'll be too far away what if you need help. And I was all RA I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF. and that uni is better for law, and I want to do law. And I don't want to do it at a uni with a less good law course which will take longer just so I can live closer to home, or god forbid stay at home while i do uni. Which I am not doing. Because I have been looking forward to moving out for waaayyy too long. Don't get me wrong I love my mum, but I don't love living with her all that much. I like independence. I have a crazy love for public transport. Because public transport means going where I want, without being restricted to somebody's car (or I could just get a licence, whatever, public transport gives me enviro points) people think this is weird. But I decided it's because I like independence. Or I'm weird. whatever. leave my public transport fetish alone.
Moving along. Anyway, so I'd gotten off the phone to Joe, been hung up on by mum and then Joe messaged me and was all your mum messaged me. and i was all WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! beware my wrath because if someone was in the room at that point and so much as looked at me I probably would've eaten them. maybe. I can't remember if I was hungry at the time or not.
and so i messaged back all the fuck? what did she say. and he was all oh just something about getting off the phone, she was only joking though. and i was all huh? no she wasn't. she really wasn't. she was being psychotic and weird. And why would it be a joke? He always thinks my parents are just joking when they are actually doing something mean and upsetting me and the last thing I need to be told is that it is just a joke. When my dad reads all the negative parts of my economics report outloud, completely skipping over the positive comments or marks, in front of my boyfriend and my stepmother it is not a joke, no one was laughing. It was my dad being a prick. And I don't get how these moments cen be mistaken for jokes. Where is the punchline of my mum messaging my boyfriend while she is at work to ra about us talking on the phone for too long.
Anyway, end boring rant. Joe just messaged me something about translating languages, which reminds me of a fun game I used to play. It's kinda like, chinese whispers for the lonely or something.
ok so I started with the sentence "blogger has been a fucker the past few days"
translated to french. then from the french result to spanish. spanish to chinese. chinese back to english
"blogger will be the baiseur most day after tomorrow"
HAHAHAHA. yeah that's probably not funny to anyone else. whatever.
and when did babelfish get bought by yahoo? man im behind the times. last time i used that thing it was all altavista!!
in the words of my 14 year old cousin, over and out rainbow trout. xx
Sunday, July 13, 2008
I was sick
so yeah, I went like, an ENTIRE week without posting. wow. My excuse being strep throat (i think that's what the doctor said? I was kinda like, whatever I want to sleep. And then he tied my shoelaces up. which was weird.)
Because it's been like, a whole week, in an attempt to make this post readable length, I shall make it a list post.
Things I have learnt over the past week
1. Although Joey might be willing to sit with me tirelessly and tell me I'm beautiful even though I am actually gross and sick and put up with me making gross nose noises and still want to kiss me even though i threw up, other people are less patient with sick me. Particularly my Nana, Pa and Mum. I think my mum would rather just put me down when I'm sick, my bad.
2. Limewire is slow. So very slow. All I wanted was to listen to Maggie May ONE time.
No I don't know why I needed to listen to Maggie May, I just had an unexplainable Rod Stewart craving, whatever, limewire should get it's goddam shit together.
3. Don't ever do anything remotely risque without double checking that the blinds are closed the right way. Ever.
4. Talented though I may be in cooking Mexican Bean Lasagne, it is doubtlessly the only thing I can cook. Notable amongst failings are poached eggs, gravy and packet pasta. Yes there was a fire, yes it was caused by packet pasta and no I didn't think that was possible either.
5. People find the term 'motherfucker' offensive. Ok so let me explain a little here, I'm not retarded, I do realise that if you called out "motherfucker" to some random, theyre not going to be particularly impressed. Furthermore I realise that to use the term in any conversation is taking a fair risk. But here is the story: Anna's at Dad's for the week cos it's school holidays, I went down there one day while Dad was at work to make sure everything was ok with her (yeah i know right, she's 14, she gets babied) because Mum is all teh worry cos our stepmum was a massive beotch to her last holidays, and just to hang out with her because I had time to kill. Mum picked me up on the way home from work cos I felt sick and didnt want to walk home, so Anna came up to say hello and we were all sitting in the car talking and Anna was like "whats a mofo?" and I was like "motherfucker" and mum was all "Olivia Honorah Crazydutchlastname!!" and I was all "it's what it means?" and mum was all "I don't care I don't want to hear you saying that ever again". Which I found kind of crazy, because my mum's usually triple lax about swearing, evidently I would never dream of calling her a motherfucker, but I don't see how it's offensive in explaining something. I use the word's mother and fucker in her presence constantly without an issue. Like "Omg that fucker totally cut me off" "Daley's a big fucker" "God Dad's being a fucker lately" "happy mothers day" ..ok so I had trouble thinking of a sitch where I would use mother instead of mum without sounding like a complete knob. But anyway, it's weird that you put the two together and all of a sudden it's taboo. Society is weird.
6. No matter how many times I listen to 'Black Betty' it never gets old
7. the same goes for the Ben Folds Album
8. the same does NOT go for anything by midnight oil. Sorry baldy.
9. Mum and Stephen might be moving in together. I probably wouldn't have discovered this had I not been sick because usually I am busy doing my own thing not paying attention to mum looking at houses on the internet. But I was sick so I was all what are you doingggg I'm sickkkk talk to meeee waaaaaaaaaa. Naturally my mum just ignored me so I came and sat next to her and was all "huh. thats a nice house. unrelated conversation bla bla. hey wait a minute. are you moving in with Stephen?" So that's kinda cool for them. I would be all pissy and like ergh I don't want to up and move all my stuff, I like my room, can't stephen just move here, except silently cos I'm happy for my mum. And by silently I mean on here. But she was all yeah, it won't be till next year, because then we will only have two kids at home, cos I will be at uni, and they will thus be able to have a smaller house for only them and Tony and Anna. I pointed out that at the end of the year when I move away, Greg is due back from Scotland and I'm pretty sure he doesn't own his own house. Then my mum pointed out that I should shut up with my plan ruining logic. When I went to Anna's (well Dad's, but it's not like he spoke to me) pretty much the first conversation was like omg mum and stephen might be moving in together and she was all omg wtf? wow. And so then we debated the pro's and con's, main con being stephen can be annoying with his forrest gump style sense of humour and main pro being, new house!
10. Joey is wayy more of a worrier then me. I used to be the hugest worrier and no matter what happened I always assumed the worst. But then I started telling myself to get the fuck over it, and I didn't realise until the other day, that I really have. Which is good because I don't want to live the rest of my life all insecure and stuff. But anyway, he was trying to message me on monday night, but my phone died, and when I put it on the charger I had three messages from him, two were just normal messages and then the last one was like "are you mad at me". And I was all what? why would I be mad? Because he hadn't even done anything to make me mad. And when we do do stuff that makes each other mad we usually just get over it anyway. For someone so retarded at relationships in my family, I kinda rock this whole being in a relationship and not fighting thing. Ok so we rock it, and I'm pretty sure it's mainly thanks to joey, but our "arguments" are usually like:
"that thing you did hurt me"
"ohk, i can/cant see why it did. I wont do it again, if it bothers you"
I think the point of the story was going to be if I message him and he doesnt message back I'm just like huh. he must have his phone off/not have heard it/have some other legititimate reason for not replying. I don't doubt that he still thinks I'm awesome and like the best thing since sliced bread. Shit maybe I dont tell him he's awesome and the best thing since sliced bread enough. (Goddamn I still am a bit of a worrier/insecure)
Just for clarity, I have never told Joey he's the best thing since sliced bread. I sure as hell am going to now though.
11. My body does not agree with penicillin. Maybe it's because I told it that it's kinda moldy bread. I dont know. But I pretty much deduced from the timing of my throwing up that they were causing it, so I didn't take them today and I feel better! yays!
12. I do not have the ability to post a short post, list or no list
Enough of my boring, this post has gone foreeveerr and i need to go read all the blogs i havent read for like, a whole week. xxLivi
Because it's been like, a whole week, in an attempt to make this post readable length, I shall make it a list post.
Things I have learnt over the past week
1. Although Joey might be willing to sit with me tirelessly and tell me I'm beautiful even though I am actually gross and sick and put up with me making gross nose noises and still want to kiss me even though i threw up, other people are less patient with sick me. Particularly my Nana, Pa and Mum. I think my mum would rather just put me down when I'm sick, my bad.
2. Limewire is slow. So very slow. All I wanted was to listen to Maggie May ONE time.
No I don't know why I needed to listen to Maggie May, I just had an unexplainable Rod Stewart craving, whatever, limewire should get it's goddam shit together.
3. Don't ever do anything remotely risque without double checking that the blinds are closed the right way. Ever.
4. Talented though I may be in cooking Mexican Bean Lasagne, it is doubtlessly the only thing I can cook. Notable amongst failings are poached eggs, gravy and packet pasta. Yes there was a fire, yes it was caused by packet pasta and no I didn't think that was possible either.
5. People find the term 'motherfucker' offensive. Ok so let me explain a little here, I'm not retarded, I do realise that if you called out "motherfucker" to some random, theyre not going to be particularly impressed. Furthermore I realise that to use the term in any conversation is taking a fair risk. But here is the story: Anna's at Dad's for the week cos it's school holidays, I went down there one day while Dad was at work to make sure everything was ok with her (yeah i know right, she's 14, she gets babied) because Mum is all teh worry cos our stepmum was a massive beotch to her last holidays, and just to hang out with her because I had time to kill. Mum picked me up on the way home from work cos I felt sick and didnt want to walk home, so Anna came up to say hello and we were all sitting in the car talking and Anna was like "whats a mofo?" and I was like "motherfucker" and mum was all "Olivia Honorah Crazydutchlastname!!" and I was all "it's what it means?" and mum was all "I don't care I don't want to hear you saying that ever again". Which I found kind of crazy, because my mum's usually triple lax about swearing, evidently I would never dream of calling her a motherfucker, but I don't see how it's offensive in explaining something. I use the word's mother and fucker in her presence constantly without an issue. Like "Omg that fucker totally cut me off" "Daley's a big fucker" "God Dad's being a fucker lately" "happy mothers day" ..ok so I had trouble thinking of a sitch where I would use mother instead of mum without sounding like a complete knob. But anyway, it's weird that you put the two together and all of a sudden it's taboo. Society is weird.
6. No matter how many times I listen to 'Black Betty' it never gets old
7. the same goes for the Ben Folds Album
8. the same does NOT go for anything by midnight oil. Sorry baldy.
9. Mum and Stephen might be moving in together. I probably wouldn't have discovered this had I not been sick because usually I am busy doing my own thing not paying attention to mum looking at houses on the internet. But I was sick so I was all what are you doingggg I'm sickkkk talk to meeee waaaaaaaaaa. Naturally my mum just ignored me so I came and sat next to her and was all "huh. thats a nice house. unrelated conversation bla bla. hey wait a minute. are you moving in with Stephen?" So that's kinda cool for them. I would be all pissy and like ergh I don't want to up and move all my stuff, I like my room, can't stephen just move here, except silently cos I'm happy for my mum. And by silently I mean on here. But she was all yeah, it won't be till next year, because then we will only have two kids at home, cos I will be at uni, and they will thus be able to have a smaller house for only them and Tony and Anna. I pointed out that at the end of the year when I move away, Greg is due back from Scotland and I'm pretty sure he doesn't own his own house. Then my mum pointed out that I should shut up with my plan ruining logic. When I went to Anna's (well Dad's, but it's not like he spoke to me) pretty much the first conversation was like omg mum and stephen might be moving in together and she was all omg wtf? wow. And so then we debated the pro's and con's, main con being stephen can be annoying with his forrest gump style sense of humour and main pro being, new house!
10. Joey is wayy more of a worrier then me. I used to be the hugest worrier and no matter what happened I always assumed the worst. But then I started telling myself to get the fuck over it, and I didn't realise until the other day, that I really have. Which is good because I don't want to live the rest of my life all insecure and stuff. But anyway, he was trying to message me on monday night, but my phone died, and when I put it on the charger I had three messages from him, two were just normal messages and then the last one was like "are you mad at me". And I was all what? why would I be mad? Because he hadn't even done anything to make me mad. And when we do do stuff that makes each other mad we usually just get over it anyway. For someone so retarded at relationships in my family, I kinda rock this whole being in a relationship and not fighting thing. Ok so we rock it, and I'm pretty sure it's mainly thanks to joey, but our "arguments" are usually like:
"that thing you did hurt me"
"ohk, i can/cant see why it did. I wont do it again, if it bothers you"
I think the point of the story was going to be if I message him and he doesnt message back I'm just like huh. he must have his phone off/not have heard it/have some other legititimate reason for not replying. I don't doubt that he still thinks I'm awesome and like the best thing since sliced bread. Shit maybe I dont tell him he's awesome and the best thing since sliced bread enough. (Goddamn I still am a bit of a worrier/insecure)
Just for clarity, I have never told Joey he's the best thing since sliced bread. I sure as hell am going to now though.
11. My body does not agree with penicillin. Maybe it's because I told it that it's kinda moldy bread. I dont know. But I pretty much deduced from the timing of my throwing up that they were causing it, so I didn't take them today and I feel better! yays!
12. I do not have the ability to post a short post, list or no list
Enough of my boring, this post has gone foreeveerr and i need to go read all the blogs i havent read for like, a whole week. xxLivi
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Caturday
just because it's "Caturday"..
I don't remember where I stole it from, it was in my pictures from forever ago, so sue me.
I just froze my arse off walking down to the shops to get bread. I shaved my legs yesterday, for like the first time in like, forever because hey, it's winter! I can just wear jeans. So yesterday I wore a dress with a sweater under it so my arms would be warm but left my legs bare because HELLO WORLD I SHAVED. I have a rule that if I put the effort in to shave my legs it's like slapping that effort in the face to wear jeans. So today I wore shorts. And goddam winter is cold! If I had any hair on my legs it would have been standing up from being absolutely frozen so as soon as I got home I ran and put my long effort covering PJ pants on and decided that the new rule is no shaving my legs when it's cold. On the topic of shaving, fuck all this shaving cream stuff, using conditioner makes your legs soo smooth.
I think I'm growing up. I've been eerily responsible of late and it's really weirding me out. Yesterday, Joey was coming over after he finished his last exam so after I got up and showered and all that kinda stuff I had a bit of time to kill and my dilema was hmm should I clean up the kitchen or my room. the fuck? Now usually this dilema is do I play solitaire or the sims. Since when do I care if the house is clean? Since when do I voluntarily clean my room? good god, the times they are a changing. I ended up opting for a kind of alternation, organising the kitchen a little and wiping the counter down and ANNA WHY THE HELL IS THERE A PAIR OF SOCKS ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?? and wondered why on earth the dishwashing liquid was out on the dining table so I put in the cupboard. Then went to my room and ridded it of all plates, cups and underwear. Went back to the kitchen and noticed that the mess had managed to grow in my 5 minute absence. Couldn't find the dishwashing liquid and then realised that I had put it away like 10 minutes earlier. I ended up having enough time to go finish cleaning my room, but figured what the fuck and played solitaire instead. (the sims won the coin toss but then I realised Anna left it at Nana's)
ah listen to me, you'd almost think I was a mommyblogger.
Anyways I'd kill for a coke right now so I'm off to go put some long warm jeans on and walk back down to the shops.
xxLivi
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Dad time!
It's been forever since I've told a dad story, so I couldn't let this one pass.
My sister get's picked up from his place on Tuesday nights, now he lives on a battleax (sp?) block aka a house behind a house, and because he isa controlling fucker out to make everyones life harder nice, he expressly forbid mum to drive on his driveway. So Anna can't see that Mum's there, and it's too far away from the road to toot the horn, so Mum has to ring Anna's mobile. Except Anna always leaves her mobile in her bag or some other stupid inconvenient location, leaving Mum the only option of ringing the house. Which sucks balls for her, because my Dad's a mega arse on the phone to her, and half the time won't even tell Anna she called. And if Mum gets me or Stephen to ring, Dad chucks a tantrum because it's Mum's job, and won't tell Anna anyway. (are we seeing why I don't live with this guy anymore?). So Mum kinda gave up and told Anna to be out the front waiting at 8, which way isn't awesome at all. So now I go down with Mum on tuesdays to go in and get Anna. Now reiterating, this is my father's house. I have a bed there, and a bedroom. I stayed there over christmas. So anyway, I walked in on tuesday night and Anna wasn't perched in front of the TV like is usual, so I walked around to the kitchen:
Me: Hey, where's Anna?
Dad: Don't you knock?
Me: errr..no..?
Dad: Since when
Me: Since when have I ever knocked?
Dad: So your just rude then
Me: uh?
Dad: *glares*
Me: ok. where's your stuff Anna?
Dad: So your just going to ignore me
Me: omgwtfshutup uhh, sorry?
Dad: you don't sound sorry
Me: that's because I'm not ....uh?
Dad: this is just another example of your blatant lack of respect
Me: and this is just another example of you being an idiotic twat Knocking isn't parental respect!!
Dad: see, that's what I'm talking about, until you learn to be respectful you'll get nowhere
Me: I never knocked at the old place!
Dad: that was when you lived with me
Me: I didn't always, and even after I left I still didn't knock, and since when does me not living with you make me like, not your daughter or something?
Dad: you don't live here anymore
Me: You don't knock at Oma and Opa's!
Dad: I do if I can't see them
Me: No you don't!
Dad: *goes into educational storytime mode* When I was younger I walked into Oma and Opa's bedroom and
Anna: EWWWW
Dad: and Opa gave me a lecture about how I should knock to respect people's privacy, and that is why I respect people, and you should too
Me: My mistake, I didn't realised you were accustomed to having sex in the foyer
Dad: Don't be a smart arse
Me: Well don't make ridiculous arguments
Dad: This is why you can't live here, untill you fix that attitude bla bla bla
Ok, so slow down buddy. Point 1, I quit living with you, not the other way round. Point 2, I don't want to come back here, so quit with telling people that "she'll be back" because even if I wanted to come back, which I don't, I'm not going to up and move all my shit in the middle of my last year of school only to leave to go to uni 7 hours away at the end of the year anyway. Point 3, your arguments are retardly invalid, lack direction and in general suck.
Me: this has nothing to do with my attitude, it's just you being petulant and looking for an argument, I didn't realise it was an issue, consider it noted ANNA GODDAMMIT GET YOUR SHIT MUM IS WAITING
Dad: do you always speak to your sister like that?
Yes I do when she won't get her fucking shit together so we can leave, when Mum's sitting outside waiting and I've been wasting my time arguing about the etiquette of knocking for the past 10 minutes while my sister has been doing god only knows what but it clearly wasn't getting her shit. Is this hard? Would she rather the wait at the road option, because goddamn, it's starting to look like an option.
I was walking around town today and had to message mum to say where I was so she could pick me up when she was done down the street, and Joey wasn't home and then my phone died so I was all crap. So I figured I'd walk up to Dad's cos I knew Heather would be home and use the phone so I rung Mum:
Mum: Where are you?
Me: Dad and Heather's
Mum: Did you knock?
God I love her sense of humour some days. adios xxLivi
My sister get's picked up from his place on Tuesday nights, now he lives on a battleax (sp?) block aka a house behind a house, and because he is
Me: Hey, where's Anna?
Dad: Don't you knock?
Me: errr..no..?
Dad: Since when
Me: Since when have I ever knocked?
Dad: So your just rude then
Me: uh?
Dad: *glares*
Me: ok. where's your stuff Anna?
Dad: So your just going to ignore me
Me: omgwtfshutup uhh, sorry?
Dad: you don't sound sorry
Me: that's because I'm not ....uh?
Dad: this is just another example of your blatant lack of respect
Me: and this is just another example of you being an idiotic twat Knocking isn't parental respect!!
Dad: see, that's what I'm talking about, until you learn to be respectful you'll get nowhere
Me: I never knocked at the old place!
Dad: that was when you lived with me
Me: I didn't always, and even after I left I still didn't knock, and since when does me not living with you make me like, not your daughter or something?
Dad: you don't live here anymore
Me: You don't knock at Oma and Opa's!
Dad: I do if I can't see them
Me: No you don't!
Dad: *goes into educational storytime mode* When I was younger I walked into Oma and Opa's bedroom and
Anna: EWWWW
Dad: and Opa gave me a lecture about how I should knock to respect people's privacy, and that is why I respect people, and you should too
Me: My mistake, I didn't realised you were accustomed to having sex in the foyer
Dad: Don't be a smart arse
Me: Well don't make ridiculous arguments
Dad: This is why you can't live here, untill you fix that attitude bla bla bla
Ok, so slow down buddy. Point 1, I quit living with you, not the other way round. Point 2, I don't want to come back here, so quit with telling people that "she'll be back" because even if I wanted to come back, which I don't, I'm not going to up and move all my shit in the middle of my last year of school only to leave to go to uni 7 hours away at the end of the year anyway. Point 3, your arguments are retardly invalid, lack direction and in general suck.
Me: this has nothing to do with my attitude, it's just you being petulant and looking for an argument, I didn't realise it was an issue, consider it noted ANNA GODDAMMIT GET YOUR SHIT MUM IS WAITING
Dad: do you always speak to your sister like that?
Yes I do when she won't get her fucking shit together so we can leave, when Mum's sitting outside waiting and I've been wasting my time arguing about the etiquette of knocking for the past 10 minutes while my sister has been doing god only knows what but it clearly wasn't getting her shit. Is this hard? Would she rather the wait at the road option, because goddamn, it's starting to look like an option.
I was walking around town today and had to message mum to say where I was so she could pick me up when she was done down the street, and Joey wasn't home and then my phone died so I was all crap. So I figured I'd walk up to Dad's cos I knew Heather would be home and use the phone so I rung Mum:
Mum: Where are you?
Me: Dad and Heather's
Mum: Did you knock?
God I love her sense of humour some days. adios xxLivi
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
OVER!!
yup, trials are finally done!!
English Extension was this morning, and because there was only the three of us for english and the four maths extension boys and Mrs K was the supervisor it was heaps casual, which was greash. We even talked in reading time :O
Daley came up to us one lesson in extension a few weeks ago and was all I have just seen the paper, wink wink hint hint, the analytical response MAY have an imaginatary twist WINK NUDGE WINK chuckle chuckle.
Mr Daley never laughs, he only chuckles.
and I was all *taps nose* all crime fiction detective like, which is kinda fitting as we study crime fiction the whole year in extension.
And Jordan was all "so wait, maybe, or definately"
Daley: Definately
Sooooooo We get into the exam and we're in reading time, and then I read the analytical question and it was in no way imaginative. Not even remotely imaginative. There was NO possible way in which it could be interpreted as imaginative. It blatantly stated "write an essay"
and there was a silence and then I was like ...THE FUCK, FUCKER! that is NOT imaginative!! And Jordan was all RED HERRING! he gave us a red herring!! LIFE IS NOT CRIME FICTION MR DALEY!! and then Liz is like ...guys..look at the imaginative one..
Now in every past paper, in every in class exercise, in every EVERYTHING, the imaginative thing has just given a picture for stimulus and then it's like write a crime fiction story based on this. On the rare occasion there has been a random stimulus sentence. Well you can basically adapt any story to that, so imaginative is pretty much in the bag for us, cos we're all strong on creative writing.
Well the imaginative question was like "write an imaginative response, using one of the characters from the texts you have studied reflecting on their internal struggles either before or after the events in the text" OMG WTF?!?!?!
Jordan was like oh god *bangs head etc* and I'm all what? ONE OF OUR TEXTS IS ABSURDIST!?! You can't write a serial for an absurdist text? especially not on the spot! So all our planned imaginative responses were screwed and our analytical responses which we'd studied to write with an imaginative context was in no way imaginative. And Jordan was like, stuff this, I planned this imaginative, I practiced it imaginative last night, it's being imaginative! So we made them imaginative anyway, and pretty much ignored the question. Because Daley is kinda the be all and end all of english, so if he says the question is imaginative and the exam paper says it isnt, I believe Daley. Even though it clearly wasn't.
Oddly, apart from the questions being awful, the exam didn't go all that terrible, and the feeling of happiness now it's over is freaking awesome.
I can't give the toss of the day award to Mr Daley, because he's already had it, so it will go to whoever wrote that blasted exam.
Anyway, how awesome are Fleetwood Mac?
We went to Macca's after the exam, so i had to go check my shifts and I'm working this Sunday at 5am, which is sooo blergh. Because I just had trials!! cut me some slack!! I deserve to sleep in for the rest of eternity to compensate!! my positive side was all "oooh atleast it's not 4.30!! that's half an hour extra sleep!!" but then my negative side was all "yeah, but I'M IN DRIVETHRU EWW" and then my shut the fuck up and stop whinging side was all "shut the fuck up and stop whinging, if you don't like it get a new job" and then my logical side was all "no, I may hate my job, but I stay there because I can get away with doing one shift a week on my terms and I don't have time to make a CV" and then my, fuck I'm weird side was all "quit having conversations in your head" so I did, because conversations in your head about work are lame and indicative of having no life. As if this blog isn't indicative of my having no life enough. :P I kid, blogging is my awesome, and way cool. YUP.
Pretty sure Anna should hurry up and get home from school so we can watch Rocky Horror because, exams are over, and that movie never gets old.
that'll do for now :) xLiv
English Extension was this morning, and because there was only the three of us for english and the four maths extension boys and Mrs K was the supervisor it was heaps casual, which was greash. We even talked in reading time :O
Daley came up to us one lesson in extension a few weeks ago and was all I have just seen the paper, wink wink hint hint, the analytical response MAY have an imaginatary twist WINK NUDGE WINK chuckle chuckle.
Mr Daley never laughs, he only chuckles.
and I was all *taps nose* all crime fiction detective like, which is kinda fitting as we study crime fiction the whole year in extension.
And Jordan was all "so wait, maybe, or definately"
Daley: Definately
Sooooooo We get into the exam and we're in reading time, and then I read the analytical question and it was in no way imaginative. Not even remotely imaginative. There was NO possible way in which it could be interpreted as imaginative. It blatantly stated "write an essay"
and there was a silence and then I was like ...THE FUCK, FUCKER! that is NOT imaginative!! And Jordan was all RED HERRING! he gave us a red herring!! LIFE IS NOT CRIME FICTION MR DALEY!! and then Liz is like ...guys..look at the imaginative one..
Now in every past paper, in every in class exercise, in every EVERYTHING, the imaginative thing has just given a picture for stimulus and then it's like write a crime fiction story based on this. On the rare occasion there has been a random stimulus sentence. Well you can basically adapt any story to that, so imaginative is pretty much in the bag for us, cos we're all strong on creative writing.
Well the imaginative question was like "write an imaginative response, using one of the characters from the texts you have studied reflecting on their internal struggles either before or after the events in the text" OMG WTF?!?!?!
Jordan was like oh god *bangs head etc* and I'm all what? ONE OF OUR TEXTS IS ABSURDIST!?! You can't write a serial for an absurdist text? especially not on the spot! So all our planned imaginative responses were screwed and our analytical responses which we'd studied to write with an imaginative context was in no way imaginative. And Jordan was like, stuff this, I planned this imaginative, I practiced it imaginative last night, it's being imaginative! So we made them imaginative anyway, and pretty much ignored the question. Because Daley is kinda the be all and end all of english, so if he says the question is imaginative and the exam paper says it isnt, I believe Daley. Even though it clearly wasn't.
Oddly, apart from the questions being awful, the exam didn't go all that terrible, and the feeling of happiness now it's over is freaking awesome.
I can't give the toss of the day award to Mr Daley, because he's already had it, so it will go to whoever wrote that blasted exam.
Anyway, how awesome are Fleetwood Mac?
We went to Macca's after the exam, so i had to go check my shifts and I'm working this Sunday at 5am, which is sooo blergh. Because I just had trials!! cut me some slack!! I deserve to sleep in for the rest of eternity to compensate!! my positive side was all "oooh atleast it's not 4.30!! that's half an hour extra sleep!!" but then my negative side was all "yeah, but I'M IN DRIVETHRU EWW" and then my shut the fuck up and stop whinging side was all "shut the fuck up and stop whinging, if you don't like it get a new job" and then my logical side was all "no, I may hate my job, but I stay there because I can get away with doing one shift a week on my terms and I don't have time to make a CV" and then my, fuck I'm weird side was all "quit having conversations in your head" so I did, because conversations in your head about work are lame and indicative of having no life. As if this blog isn't indicative of my having no life enough. :P I kid, blogging is my awesome, and way cool. YUP.
Pretty sure Anna should hurry up and get home from school so we can watch Rocky Horror because, exams are over, and that movie never gets old.
that'll do for now :) xLiv
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