I Love You!
P.S. I LOVE YOU!
I Love You!
P.S. I LOVE YOU!
Up, up, and away
Away from me.
Well, it’s alright.
Superman (It’s Not Easy) – Five For Fighting
When your world is held upside down and shaken violently by the ankles, what do you do?
You keep what you promised, and hope that the heavens will smile upon you.
This morning, in my double free, I was sitting with Vania in a computer room with a Year 10 Writing For Writers class, typing up my legal work. Upon writing and defining what Criminal Law is, I had the sudden urge to find Dani.
I poked my head into the Common Room only to find the usual gaggle of Joey’s guitar playing posse hanging there. I left and went to find Carmaine who would most likely know where Dani is.
And Dani was with Carmaine, having just entered the school.
Psychic Moment: if I had stayed for just 30 more seconds to type up my work I would have missed Dani, who would’ve gone to Literature without my awesome hug (that she’s not doing anything in Lit and just hanging out has NOTHING to do with me).
Bianca is really excited about her 18th birthday party. She’s got ideas and dressing up all planned out. Furthermore, we’re all planning a pampering-day of sorts (what would you call it exactly?).
I don’t know what I want. I only have the vague notion that I do not want my milestone birthday into adulthood pass without some way of acknowledging it. I’d originally wanted to go paintballing but all the people I’d want to go with are underage. I’d wanted to go to a club or bar but let’s fucking face it, my parents wouldn’t let me if hell froze over. Now I don’t have any sort of awesome ambition for my birthday. Bel wanted another joint party. I don’t even have the energy to want to do another party. I am not enthusiastic. I do not know what to do. I just don’t want July 10th to pass and I’d spent a day at home by myself, with only my text message ringtone to accompany me as various people send me birthday wishes. I want to actually be there with them when they wish it to me.
Keep Cool (fuck this sign off I’m not doing it anymore)
My Tuesdays are blocked as the following
Period 1, Methods.
Period 2, Free.
Period 3+4, English Language.
Period 5+6, Dozing through Legal Studies.
This was the second week in a row that I didn’t manage to keep my eyes open for all of Legal Studies, and not the first lesson this week in which Mr Sh-‘s words melted away as my eyelids gained several kilos. He was talking about, I think, the Gov Gen’s role in Executive Counsel when suddenly Jen stabbed me awake. Now, don’t get me wrong, while Legal is currently not the stuff of legends, it’s not sleep inducing either – not at the rate Mr Sh- teaches. But because of the Oscars last night and Mr Sh-‘s unrelentingly Philadelphia-esque (the cheese spread) tone, I was not 10 minutes into class when I started losing energy.
I’ve decided that every Tuesday recess or in my free before I’d make myself a stiff cup of coffee. I don’t think I’d keep it up because I don’t like how coffee stains my teeth. But I have to keep awake in my Legal double somehow.
Keep Cool (and, well, obviously, awake)
This really was one of those token non-too-personal embarrassing things to happen.
I was at Safeway with my dad after Chinese school, had my iPod in and was in a half-daze because I was really tired. I was in the biscuits aisle, and mom had just gone off saying something about getting Lipton Tea that was on sale. Anyway, so I doubled back down the aisle to grab a box of Shapes and I turned around, and saw a trolley with a box of Lipton Teabags in it, so I put my Shapes in there, saying in Chinese, “Why are we getting teabags again?”
I looked up, and a confused pottering old lady stared back at me, her gaze saying, “What in the devil’s name are you doing putting a box of Shapes in my trolley? Do I know you?”
So, in an act of inifite grace, I snatched the box of Shapes back, burying my face in my hands and saying, “OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY! I am so embarrassed! I thought you were my dad!” And she asked me, “Do I look like your dad?” Well, no, my dad’s Asian, male, and fat. You’re old, white, and a woman (I think) so…”No no, it’s just…I was distracted and I…don’t worry, ignore me. Just ignore me. I’m so sorry. Bye…!”
Keep Cool (and your eyes peeled. It’s a metaphor.)
I think you know what I’m getting at,
I find it so upsetting that,
The memories that you select,
You keep the bad but the good you just forget.
Which To Bury, Us Or The Hatchet? – Relient K
I think that everyone tends to look back on things and remember the bad bits, and not quite remember the good bits, unless they were REALLY good. And even then the good memories are sometimes outweighed by the bad. For example, Year 9 camp was heaps fun, met a lot of people…FELL OFF BIKE. So was Monash Camp, learned a lot about friends and had fun away from home…ROOM WAS TOO HOT, BED WAS TOO SOFT. And so it goes on.
Anyway, just then I had my Canadian friend Simon link me to a video he made. Y’all know about “misheard lyrics” where people get a song with slightly hard to understand pronunciated lyrics, and put funny fake ones to it? Also, you all know about the Numa Numa guy? Danced to that song Dragostea Din Tei (Rhianna used the “Maya Hee Maya Hoo Maya Ha Maya Ha-ha” part in a song, I think). Anyway, Simon did Misheard Lyrics to that song. Here it is.
Keep Cool (and remember the good times)
Methods is actually rather enjoyable now that I’m in the same class with Carmaine and Shaz.
Well, I don’t remember much of Year 9 and 10 Methods anymore, but this year the three of us help each other and check answers with each other and it’s a rather friendly environment. But who am I to talk yet? We’ve only done Graphs so far. Wait ’til we get to Differenciation and Logarithm! Death.
Anyway, today in Methods while we were working, Carmaine and I listened to Inevitable by Anberlin over and over again. Thus I have done my bit to explain my title.
I wanna break every clock,
The hands of time could never move again.
We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)
For the rest of our lives.
Is it over now, hey, hey is it over now?
I wanna be your last first kiss
That you’ll ever have.
Had a rather fun double free this morning. In P1 Dani brought in a huge 2L bottle of milk, labelled it for herself, and upon my questioning said that all her friends are welcome to it. Then in P2 Eunice came in and sat with us in the Common Room and we played some CDs and In The Summertime by Thirsty Merc came on so we both started singing loudly to it.
I don’t have a job,
I never liked them.
I just wanna play in the sunshine.
They say I was wrong,
But I know better!
I live my life like I’m dying.
Gimme a chance,
I’ll do my best to kick and scream and dance
When winter comes I’ll turn around…
So take me back to the
Sweet times, the happy nights,
Everything’s gonna be alright
In the Summertime,
Baby in the Summertime!
Last year, the only thing that cheered me up somewhat when I realized summer was coming was the thought that on a really hot day, and when I’m with Eunice, we can sing In The Summertime!
Keep Cool (just keep swimmin’ just keep swimmin’)
P.S. Carmaine and Eunice both ran for their Form Captain today, as well as Ca-, so let’s see who gets it. I helped Carmaine a bit with her speech, and we randomly put songs in and Carmaine put in Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl” but instead she kissed 12A and she liked it. In a dream she had.
This was on the mX today. I was going to scan the actual clipping but I really am too lazy.
Why, it’s the lone danger
Loneliness is as bad for your health as smoking or obesity, it’s being warned.
Psychologist John Cacioppo said isolation could increase blood pressure, stress and the risk of depression, weaken the immune system and make it harder to sleep.
He said loneliness can even sped [sic] up the progression of dementia, with regular socialising keeping the brain supple.
He found the loneliest people had blood pressure readings up to 30 points higher than gregarious types and equated the health divide to that between smokers and non-smokers and gym-users and couch potatoes.
Cacioppo also said it was better to have a few strong friendships than lots of acquaintances and that it had deep evolutionary roots.
“When time takes its toll on the body, loneliness steepens that slope of descent,” he said.
Aside from the fact that mX is notoriously inaccruate, biased, and whatnot, and they had a bloody grammatical error, I personally found the article infinitely amusing.
Firstly, a guy with the name ‘Cacioppo’ who did a study on lonely people must be pretty lonely himself.
Secondly, he’d gone and found the “loneliest people” and compared them to “gregarious types” with “gym-users” and “couch potatoes”. I’ve always sort of thought that a gym-user (I’m going to assume for the sake of his argument he meant a frequent one) or a couch potato are by default rather lonely people; if you’ve an active social life and “gregarious” by nature, why do you go to the gym so bloody much? Similarly, if you’re sitting in front of a TV all day and night, that’s not scoring much with the ladies, is it?
Thirdly, where the hell did he find all these “loneliest people”? I know I said emos, but there are so many of them and if you’ve seen Flinders St station or were with us that day for D.P.’s birthday and saw them lining up for Bullet For My Valentine, you’ll know that they’re not really LONELY. By definition, he’d’ve had to find a group of COMPLETE social misfits who don’t have ANYONE, or close to that, and can’t even condition their similarities in having none with the rest of the normal population into forming a sort of mutual relationship with EACH OTHER.
I don’t disagree with him completely; I also think it’s better to have a few strong friendships instead of a mass group of acquaintances. But his quip about “deep evolutionary roots” only made me visualise a couple of very depressed, sick, and curiously emo-looking chimps slowly dying in a dark cave somewhere.
Keep Cool (and your old friends, who’re gold)
That’s a line from “Motivation” by Sum 41.
It’s true, but. I’m in my 2nd week of Year 12, and I still don’t really find it that fun to do studying and homework. I have an English SAC soon, and I haven’t really even started on that scrapbook. I mean, I don’t actually even think that the scrapbook will be tedious, it’ll be good to sort my thoughts out…but…
I’ve just had a qaudruple free. My Methods teacher was on a conference today, meaning I didn’t have to go to class. In English I drew in Ly’s planner, in Legal I froze my ass off in the WAY TOO COLD dungeon room, and then it was a free, which I spent in the library reading some stuff for English (I didn’t get far) and then recess, assemblies, lunch, and I just had a free with Dani during which again I didn’t do anything. I have a double free now, and look, I’m online. At school.
I sorted something out with Bee today. It turned out to be another one of our getting-to-be-famous misunderstandings.
I’m starting to feel really tired when I’m by myself. That is, I find myself constantly wanting to be around BRuCe and Dani just because when I’m with them I feel more alert and awake and ready for my future. It’s strange, isn’t it?
Keep Cool (keep working, dammit!)