I just finished school and so I went with my friends after and ate junk food and laughed. My friends are officially nuts. But it’s okay; I don’t think I’d want them any other way. I just wish they wouldn’t wrestle/poke each other so often in public. People will think we’re even weirder than we actually are.

But I got my marks back for the two pieces of assessment for English back; I cried. One I was so close to failing, it wasn’t funny. That one was the lowest mark I’ve ever gotten in English ever. Thing is, after the last term, my marks were so good!!! Ugh, it was so horrible. Thing is, I don’t know whether I’ve kept my B- or if I’m now a C+.

However, right now, I’m going to attempt to temporarily forget about that and actually do stuff. Go to the city, see movies, stuff like that. I’m hoping it will work. Except there’s the matter of my report card and OP prediction. Heaven help me.

Firstly, the end of assessment for now!!!! Yay!!!!

Okay, because I’m going somewhere in the holidays, I thought it might be an idea to get extra underwear, so I got some from Target, right (yeah, I know; I’m a cheapskate)? Anyway, we got to the checkout. They informed us that they no longer provided plastic bags, so the woman asked if we wanted to buy a reusable bag or stick it in one of our fairly small bags. Mum says no to the reusable bag and we leave.

Me: “Mum, can I put this in your bag (which, for the record, was bigger), ‘cos it doesn’t really fit in mine.”

Mum: “It won’t fit in mine, either. No plastic bags! They make people walk around a shopping centre with their underwear in their hands.”

Yes, in case you missed, Mum decided that rather than buying a $1 bag, I would wander around the shops with my new underwear in my hand.

Me: “Wait, then why didn’t you let ME buy a bag??”

Mum: “No, because then we end up with a lot of reusable bags that we don’t want.”

“Me: You wouldn’t have said no if it were YOUR underwear.”

Mum: “I don’t think anyone’s going to care that you wear underwear. They should expect it.”

Remember, she was just complaining that they make people wander around with the underwear they buy.

Me: (after stuffing underwear into teensy bag as much as possible) It barely fits!!!

Mum: “Oh, who cares?”

Me: “I CARE! You wouldn’t have said no to a bag if it were YOUR underwear.”

Grr.

I’m not, but I feel just the tinsiest bit off colour. God knows. Probably haven’t gotten over my little virus/bacterial infection completely (YIPEE FOR ME). Still trying to work out why I’m craving strawberries. Or why on the weekend, I slept in until midday both days.

Ah, nearly time for holidays. Man, will that be something. For my last English piece that they’ve marked, I’ve gone down a whole grade. A. WHOLE.good. My brain has had several implosions and explosions due to being sick and having to complete various pieces of assessment (as well as feeling concerned about marks). Oh, that’s  GRADE. Yeah, I was pretty cut, but one girl in my grade (to whom I can only thank from the bottom of my heart) asked me what was wrong, told me not to worry and explained that:

1. A lot of girls did worse because instead of writing comments on the draft, they have a feedback table and if any area is ticked, you have to fix it
2. One or two lower marks won’t pull down the overall by much

It was good because she wasn’t someone I normally talk to a lot (I get along with her. Actually, I get along with a lot of people from my grade), but she noticed someone was wrong and she walked me over to the study room she was in. Although I accidentally made a girl feel bad (a different one) because we went and got our marks together. We looked at ours at the same time. She got a higher mark than usual and was so happy. I wanted to contain myself (no, I didn’t fail, but I worked my arse off on it). After the jumping, she asked me what I got. When I told her, she felt bad because we’d been discussing our marks earlier and she knew that it was lower than normal. “Oh crap, and I made you feel worse by jumping around. I’m sorry, that was mean.” Thing is, I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. She’s allowed to be happy about her mark, especially as it’s a real improvement.

Oh, and I got my last ever school photos today. They are disgusting. My hair’s a mess, I don’t look bright and alert (I look like I’m trying to smile for the camera but am slowly falling asleep). If I don’t have a bright smile, I don’t look that good. UGH!!!!!!! Just my luck. The weird thing is that all of my ID pics are fantastic; it’s just the professional school photos where I look like crap. The joy of photography. I still need to sort out the professional formal photos (oh, my formal was great. My dress didn’t sit properly, but I made it look like it was meant to be that way. Thank the Lord for gathered silk). There were a tonne, but most of the ones with my partner were really bad ones of me. Seriously.  There were some nicer individual and there was one decent one of me with him. Plus there was a nice “candid” shot.

Okay, out of nowhere I got 23 visits (viewings of my blog have been pretty limited lately). And it’s all because of the duck analogy. I know one person visited my blog and another person probably did, but other than that, I’ve got no clue. 

Been listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga. It’s actually a pretty good song which doesn’t mention sex whatsoever (a refereshing change).

Now, because I’m ridiculously intelligent, it should come as no surprise that the last few times we’ve gotten Nando’s chicken, I’ve accidentally put the hot sauce over my rice instead of the mild. Thinking back on it, it does explain why my lips went kinda numb.

I’ve finally watched both eps of Bones, the last of which had the Gravedigger bury Booth alive. Good ep. Although I have to say, I recently saw repeats of the first season and I realise how incompetent they’ve made Bones with other people. The first few episodes, she was good at forensic anthropology but she could work well with people. Now, she’s really, REALLY bad with people. Why in God’s name is it impossible to have someone good at science who’s got people skills? Does it make viewers feel bad because she looks great, she’s smart and (for a maximum of one season), she could work with people?

Oh, I keep forgetting to say that I loved Planet of the Dead (the Dr Who Easter special). Next one looks interesting and there are a TONNE of rumours going around for the two eps (Christmas and another) after Waters of Mars. Mainly about casting. I’ve heard about all these people (with help from imdb. ):

 

POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD

 

1. John Simm – the Master (apparently, he’s been photographed)
2. Timothy Dalton (he’s been sighted and everyone’s going “NEW MASTER”)
3. Catherine Tate – Donna Noble
4. Bernard Cribbins – Wilf Noble (rumoured to be a future companion)
5. John Barrowman – Captain Jack
6. Noel Clarke – Mickey Smith
7. Camille Coduri – Jackie Tyler
8. Billie Piper – Rose Tyler (but apparently, only for Tennant’s last ep)

Then imdb put a random one one – Gillian Anderson as The Rani. Hmm. I’ll tell you what, though. When it comes to casting the 12th Doctor, I reckon they should have Kris Marshall. For those who don’t recognise the name, he was Nick in My Family, Troy in Death at a Funeral and Colin (“God of Sex”) in Love, Actually. He can be manic and amusing. However, it was in a shortlived British crime show called Murder City where he proved that he could do serious well. So that’s my vote.

A few weeks back in class, the underwire in my bra randomly snapped while I was still wearing the bra. Was mortified, my friends were highly amused and I had to wait for hours before I could switch bras.

Yes, it is freezing. I hate it. What’s happened recently? Let’s see, I got sick, I’ve had a tonne of assessment. I’ve got two episodes of Bones taped and I’ve just taped Heroes. I had coffee with a friend today after taking a break from studying at school. I exploded. I have deemed science an unsafe discussion topic (among the usual politics and religion). I have discovered that I’m actually one of the sanest out of my group (I know, it’s quite extraordinary). Oh, and everyone in my grade, including me, has declared Richard Dawkins to be a dick.

Oh, my friend came up with a great explanation of Natural Selection (Survival of the Fittest), although she said she heard it somewhere else. She shared it at school and a bunch of us feel around laughing. She then emailed it. Here it goes (edited by me):

 So, Crocodles eat ducks, right? Right! So, say you have 10 ducks that are being chased by a crocodile. Nine of these ducks are respectable, healthy, contributing members of duck society. One of the ducks, however, is a sick, weed-smoking duck. He is has never done any exercise, is fat and ugly and basically the scum of duck society. The crocidile will obviously catch the scum dope smoking duck, because he will be slower than all the other ducks, and the crocodile  will eat him, henceforth eliminating that particular duck from the gene pool, meaning that he can not reproduce any more weed smoking ducks, therefore improving the quality of the duck society, meaning only the fittest ducks will survive and produce more fit ducks. Hence the survival of the fittest. 

All I want to know whether the crocodile got the person who lit the weed cigarette and stuck it in the duck’s mouth.

Okay, I saw Con Air. It. Rocked. My. Socks.

Ugh, major  headache and ulcers. Yeah, don’t you wish you were me.

So, they’ve announced the actress to be the 11th Doctor’s first companion. Interestingly enough, she’s only 21. This shall be interesting. I do feel sorry for Matt Smith. He has enormous shoes to fill (plus I’ve heard a few people say “It’s not that I think he’ll be a terrible Doctor. He just looks a little bit gay.”) by Tennant, who will be the one doing the Doctor Who movie (which, although I have seen Matt Smith in stuff and I’m reserving judgement about, Tennant is my Doctor).

All I’m listening to are Disney songs, Wannabe, Buttons (Sia) and one decent Veronicas song. This isn’t good, is it?

I know, a shameful effort on my part. Let’s see, what have you missed? Well, I’m sick. Apparently the last time the h1n1 virus was around, it became Spanish Influenza (yes, Twilight nuts, go ahead and squeal). I’ve been happily watching Heroes, addicted once again. Bones is good. Watching Thank God You’re Here on and off. I’ve heard two Muse songs (one due to the success of Twilight, one not), they being Time is Running out and Supermassive Blackhole. There’s a really cool song by Sia called Buttons that you guys should have a listen to. The trailers for the following are online:

New Moon

Doctor Who: Waters of Mars

Sherlock Holmes

A bunch of us went to Sizzler recently. One member of the group was dared to have a mixture of the following and did consume it:

• Soft serve ice cream
• Smarties
• Marshmallows
• Soft drink
• Salt and Pepper

Okay, I still haven’t seen Wolverine. It. Is. KILLING ME. Seriously, I’ve been looking forward to this for God knows how long.

Damn it, I want to get better. I keep sneezing and everything. Worst of all, my eyes are watering. One at a time.

There’s going to be a Doctor Who movie with David Tennant! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, the BBC are doing Hamlet with him and Patrick Stewart.