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)