Assessment. End of term. Drama workshop. Missing everyone. Did really well. Away from home. Back soon. Push is really good.

Okay, I’ve obviously offended Arachnis, the God of Spiders. Why do I say this? Well, I’ve had to deal with them a lot lately. Not just anywhere, though. Oh no, I’ve always, I mean always, had to deal with them RIGHT before I hop into the shower in the morning, when the caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet or is slowly kicking in. The worst thing is when you discover them IN the shower. ‘Cos, let’s face it, I’m not wasting precious shower time in the morning because of a small spider. So I always end up cupping my hands, getting water in my hands and attempting to drown the little twerp.

Like the other day, PD was in the bathroom getting ready and I was about to have my shower. She moved her towel for me when she saw there was a spider underneath. I quickly hopped onto the basin (“levitated”, PD told me later). Dad then told us later that this is all he heard:

“Eeeeep!”

Thump

“Eeeeek! Aaaiieeee!”

Thump thump thump.

I don’t think I need to say who was what.

Blogsurfer.us claims that by mentioning their blog in your blog, you will get more traffic. Let’s test this shall we. It actually says within 48 hours, but I’m not going to hold them to that (they will get bonus points if it is within 48 hours, however).

Two of my friends reassured me that the vegetarian was joking, which is not always obvious with her (especially through email). Okay. Deep breaths, Girly. Just. Joking. Deep. Breathing. Honestly, one day, I will either have a brain explosion or a brain implosion (probably explosion ‘cos I suspect my brain will just increase in pressure until it just goes “BOOOM!!!!!!!!”) and I will have to be spoonfed for a week.

My friends are strange. Okay, for study, if you want to work with someone else and if you want to work anywhere other than your allocated study room, you have to get the teacher of the subject you want to work on to write a note saying that they give their permission and show it to the head of the study room at the beginning of your study period. The other day, two of my friends wanted to work on Physics in the library (let us call them “Kate” and “Amy”. Lucky for them, their physics teacher was on lunch duty. However, although he had a pen, he didn’t have any paper to write the note. What did he have? A banana peel. So he wrote the note on a banana peel. There was discussion on whether to photocopy the “note” (“You can’t photocopy a banana peel, guys!” came one response). However, Amy and another friend went away for a little bit. So we were sitting talking when one of my friends (who I will call Tanya) said to Kate pointing over Kate’s shoulder “Look!”. Kate did. Tanya stole banana peel and ran over to the bin. Friend held banana peel over the bin.

Kate: No, Tanya, please don’t do that.

Physics teacher: Do it, Tanya, do it.

Tanya did. I had tears of laughter. Physics teacher had to explain to IT teacher who was standing with him why Kate was so distressed at the fact that Tanya threw a banana peel in the bin. So when Amy and friend came Back, I went to Amy and said “Tanya threw your note in the bin”. Friend thought it was funny, but noy Amy.

And this morning, a fight broke out. This I have to explain. I always give one of the Twilight fans in my group all the Twilight posters and articles that are in my magazines (‘cos I like Twilight, but I’m not so obssessed that I want posters)  which always gives her pleasure (any she doesn’t want, someone else in the group always ends up wanting, so they never get thrown out). Anyway, today, I brought them to school. This time, the magazine I got them from had pretty much all the male cast members shirtless. There is a Twihater in our group as well as Twihards. So it was interesting the stuff that was thrown around. There was debate over whether which (if any) were hot. The Twihater said she’s probably make out with Kristen Stewart before Robert Pattinson (which led to comments about swinging both ways). Seriously. All because I brought a few posters of shirtless guys to school.

This is what I wrote recently:

Yep, I thought I’d be working on another one or two pieces of assessment. Still working on a poetry oral. To quote the TV Show Buffy, “Shoot me, stuff me, mount me”. I cannot WAIT until the holidays.

Since then? Both orals done, just had some major exams, have a lot of exams coming up, still at the “Shoot me, stuff me, mount me” stage.

Something’s been getting to me. One of my friends is a vegetarian. That fact does not bother me. Understand that, I am perfectly okay with people deciding to be vegetarian because it is their life. What bothers me is that she’s been getting moralistic about it. It bugs me for two reasons. The first is that we all respect her choice to become a vegetarian and yet she does not pay us the courtesy of respecting our decision not to (trying to convert us). Secondly, generally I find that people who get moralistic act this way because they are in the mentality that they are superior because of something (in this case, because she is a vegetarian). We’re supposed to be her friends. Yet she feels the need to feel superior to us anyway. These two things have just been bugging me because recently in group emails, she’s been getting moralistic. In addition to this, after I had swine flu (first day back at school), I got a chicken salad and she said “So you’re eating meat again?”. Okay, firstly, I ate meat when I was sick. I had soup and mince (in addition to jelly and about four litres of lemonade). Secondly, I’m allowed to eat meat regularly. Thirdly, when you are sick with something like swine flu, you eat whatever the hell you feel like and can actually stomach (and by that, I mean NOT throw up, which I did with a lot of food when I was swiney). Plus she does not consider the fact that members of the group could be anaemic or just plain low in iron or are already limited in diet!!@!!! Sorry, I’m really frustrated. I’m typing this in study and the person next to me just said “Whoa, you’re typing really fast”. So I’m trying to calm down. I’m probably going to have a party (‘cos I haven’t had a party in ages) and I don’t think I’m going to invite her. Heck, even my Mum said I shouldn’t. I don’t think she likes me anyway. I mean, I don’t think I’m really one of the members of the group she actually considers a friend. I don’t think she minds me, but otherwise. I mean, I found out she was having a party at her house and wasn’t inviting all of the group (myself included) because her “house was too small”. However, since her recent behaviour, I’m not as believing.  It’s just so frustrating; friends should not be so judgemental and moralistic. I mean, they shouldn’t do that to other people, sure, but especially not to their FRIENDS!!! I don’t know, she’s just getting on my nerves. I’m trying to calm down because I’m a bottler and I’m worried that I’ve been bottling for a little too long and if this keeps going, then I’ll explode (much like when you keep shaking a soft drink bottle and then drop it on the ground – long story).  Anywho, I feel a bit better now. I needed to get all that out because it really has been driving me nuts and I’m not going to tell anyone in the group because I can’t trust that:

a) they won’t tell the friend in question

b) they won’t get offended themselves because obviously they are friends with this person

For not being here. Well, two. One was schoolwork (of which I have a lot). The second is this thing. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. It’s called SWINE FLU and I had it for a week. A WEEK!!!!!!!!! I think I got it off one of my friends who apparently was made to go to school while she had it. Anyway, I’ve been bedridden and I probably won’t be on for another week at minimum ‘cos I’ve got numerous assignments to work on, so before I go back and scare all my classmates (before informing them that I’m no longer contagious), I’ll write (or type, if you want to get anal about it) here for a little bit.

Okay, I really like this song by Cassie Davis called Do It Again. Trying to get my hands on it, but I don’t think it’s come out yet. Finally bought Prospekt’s March which, for those who haven’t heard of it, is the mini follow-up album to Viva la Vida  by Coldplay. If you enjoyed Viva la Vida, you’ll enjoy this album. The annoying thing was I bought VLV before they released it together with PM. However, I eventually found PM on its own.

Also, there’s an Australian author called James Maloney who wrote The Book of Lies  and Master of the Books. Well, he’s just released a third called The Book from Baden Dark and I’d like to read that. Also, if you’re a teenage girl and have heard of an author called Isabelle Merlin (her two books being Three Wishes and Pop Princess), her third book Cupid’s Arrow is due to come out. Janet Evanovich’s Finger Lickin’ Fifteen had me in hysterics when I read it. I also read one that I hadn’t read for ages. It’s called The Wishlist and it’s by Eoin Colfer (of Artemis Fowl fame). I remember, I got PD into this (back when she had a habit of reading the books I borrowed when I wasn’t there without my permission before I’d finished them) and she ended up getting it for her birthday.

David Tennant’s going to be grey-haired for the St Trinian’s sequel. Iron Man 2 is set for May 6 next year. An Aussie has a role in one of the Twilight movies. The girl playing Victoria in said movies (Rachelle Lefevre) has been replaced in Eclipse by Bryce Dallas Howard (The Village and SpiderMan 3). An ex-Home and Away star is the Marvel hero Thor. He is joining the cast for The Avengers  movie, which is rumoured to have Simon Pegg playing Ant-Man.

Yep, it’s doona weather, people. Okay, I saw the teaser trailer for Tom Burton’s Alice in Wonderland. I offically would like to se it now. I’ve also found out that Alan Rickman is the Caterpillar and Stephen Fry is the Cheshire Cat, for all wondering.

Bought the Hook Me Up album by the Veronicas. Sweet! Went out to an asian restaurant followed by a place speacialising in dessert. I had a thing with passonfruit shortbread, raspberries, passionfruit mousse, three different kinds of raspberry mousse (w/red wine, w/chocolate, w/basil). YUM!!!!!!!!!! Man, it was extravagant.

The other day, I saw a program called Dance Your Ass Off. My friend said she thought it was a skit at first. She tried to make me promise that I wouldn’t watch it again (because of the entertainment of the dancing, I didn’t).

Oh, did I mention how I stacked it up an escalator and took a chunk out of my knee? Well, it’s taking forever to heal. Seriously old.

Alrighty, so pictures from the set of Doctor Who have been released. Personally, in terms of the 11th Doctor’s costume, I think he looks like a middle-aged teacher trapped in a young person’s body who happens to be suffering a mid-life crisis (hence the boots).

Ah, bitter sweet encounter the other day. Firstly, I must explain. In primary school (elementary school), there was this girl who was, essentially, a two-faced, back-stabbing ibtch. She was only in my classes from Grade Three. It was only in my last year of primary school that I saw through her. I think part of it was that for a few years (although we remained friends), I was friends with the most popular girl in the grade.  So imagine my surprise when I find that she’s added me on Facebook. It’s like “Yeah, you made my life Hell, used me, bitched about me and did all this other horrible stuff. Of COURSE I’ll add you on Facebook. Totes love you, babe. Probs be on later if you want to use me all over again. Jokes!!!”. The smile could not be wiped off my face as I clicked the “ignore” button. But honestly, sometimes the people who add me surprise me. Sometimes, they’re people at school who I’ve bare;y (or never) talked to. However, this one took the cake, I must say. Why I love high school: if I’m decent to people and talk to them nicely and everything, they like me. I haven’t encountered bitches like her for years.

Okay, for all readers, do not run up an escalator. I did so recently and I took a chunk out of my knee. It didn’t hurt too much, but I bled a lot. I had to be bandaged up by the train station manager. Yeah.

Okay, firstly, I have to comment on Michael Jackson’s death. I’m really disgusted by his dad. Every time that guy appeared on TV about his son’s death, he promoted his business. Yeah, this IS your son’s death, mate. Also, his plan if he got custody of Michael’s kids? A world tour. Yeah, isn’t that lovely?

Okay, I saw the recent Harry Potter film. I did enjoy it. There was one thing I was annoyed about (you’ll all probably know when you see it), but otherwise, it was good. It was funny. I wouldn’t take kids to see it, though (unless they handled Goblet of Fire).

Music: Just bought Paramore’s Riot album. It’s pretty good. Like the song Heavy Cross by the Gossip. Just found out about a song called Homecoming by Hey Monday (I think it’s too late to buy the single, though – bugger!!!!!).

Yay! I actually made it. Sorry I haven’t posted before now, but I’ve been travelling (hence why the parts of my feet which weren’t covered by my flats have – wait for it – tanned. Yes, considering I didn’t think I COULD tan, that is quite impressive). It was really nice. Warm.

I have just discovered that I am a Buffy fan. I saw two random episodes previously (one with everyone becoming their Halloween costumes and one where Buffy becomes a caveman), but I’ve now also seen the first two episodes and the one where everyone’s nightmares are coming true. I am now really into it.

Songs I’m currently checking out (which are fairly new):

1. Funhouse – Pink
2. Already Gone – Kelly Clarkson
3. Sweet Dreams – Beyonce
4. If Today was Your Last Day – Nickelback
5. New Divide – Linkin Park
6. Second Chance – Shinedown
7. Battlefield – Jordin Sparks

I saw Harry Potter 6. It’s funny and everything; I’m just a little annoyed because they left something out that I thought should have been in the film.

Fun for me today;I was running up the escalator at the train station and I feel. It only stung a little, but I had a bad feeling when my leg suddenly became wet. I pulled the leg of my jeans up and, yep, MAJOR bleeding (all over the inside of my jean leg. Yeah, that’ll be so much fun to get out). I went up to the ticket inspector (after showing my ticket) and asked if she had a band aid, lifting up the leg of my jeans. After a “Christ”, she called the station manager and directed me to where I could find him. They bandaged it up. It might have needed a stitch, but they can’t stitch it, it turns out, so it’s going to take forever to heal. I looked at it; I feel sick. I don’t want to look at it again.Man, I don’t feel good.