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).

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.

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.

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

It is really really really awesome!!!!!

Movie trailers to check out: The Ugly Truth (actually looks like a decent rom-com), The Year One, Public Enemies.

Yep, that’s right. Not amused by the fact that our cat was content after managing to get her collar off, only to get a flea treatment and then a brand spanking new collar. Nothing about the fact that a possible school trip is off the agenda due to bad timing (I was kinda disappointed at first, but now I’m nothing). I think it’s because I’ve been so sick and so stressed and had so many people stressing and getting annoyed with me for God knows why that I don’t have any tears of anger or sadness or disappointment or much in the way of laughter left. Not today, anyway. Is that normal? To get to a state of numbness? I don’t think I like it. No, I don’t like it. I’d much rather feel, even if it’s a stupid emotion for an even stupider reason.