I meant to tell you guys about the photocopier incident. Okay, at my school, the students have to insert money to use the photocopier, but teachers can put in a high amount of credit (in the hundreds and occasinally thousands) and then take it away later. Only thing is, often they leave it in there for ages and so sneaky students photocopy while they have the chance. Anyway, my friend had something to photocopy and I noticed a teacher had left money in there, so I said that now was her chance. However, when we got back, whoever it was had taken the money out. However, we didn’t realise that, so we were trying to figure out why it wouldn’t work. So we tried everything and then we asked the woman at the desk for help. She then asked if we put money in and we looked at the coin thing and saw that the money was gone. She then explained the photocopying system as if we were children.

Yes, I’m back. My email account got hacked into by people trying to scam everyone on my contact list for money. I’ve lost nearly all the weight I’ve put on over Christmas and New Year (quite impressive). I tried on a dress not made for people with boobs and so it got stuck. Looking forward to the movies coming out this year. Back at the gym. Yep.

A couple of weeks back, I went to a friend’s birthday party (even though her birthday was a while ago). Everyone got told to come as something Christmas related. Rather than be Santa’s little helper or a Christmas tree or Mrs Claus, I went as Santa’s bodyguard/bouncer (part of the “Secret Santa Service”). For this, I wore a red top, jeans, aviator sunnies, red tinsel around my ponytail and I had a cap gun. I didn’t realise how close cap guns are to the real thing. I’m actually really wary of them now. You see, I bought the gun and the caps. I went home, pulled the trigger with no caps; it was a normal toy gun. I put a cap in; there was a loud bang and the gun SMOKED, I decided it was safer to take the caps out.

Good thing, too. I had the gun in my back pocket when I was kicking a soccer ball around with other people at the party. I kicked it. Anyway, the grass was slippery, so after kicking it, I fell on my backside and broke the plastic gun (to which I say OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). The gun has gone to a better place.

Well, last night we decorated the Christmas tree. It was funny, we ended up getting a better tree than we originally intended. See, my Dad bought a tree, put it in the corner of the yard with a “SOLD” sign on it so he could set up the car for it. When he came back, it was gone. The staff (now embarrassed) had managed to sell that particular tree to someone else. They then gave him a really good tree (which normally would have been more expensive). He had to cut parts off of it because otherwise, we would’ve had trouble.

So, yeah, we got out all the baubles and tinsel and everything that we hadn’t seen for a year and we decorated the tree together whlie listening to Christmas carols. It was just a nice thing to do as a family (even if the spikes on the pine tree did keep hurting me).

Okay, this next bit is kinda random, but does anyone feel better and full of energy and ready to take on the world once they’ve washed their hair (especially when it dries)? Beacuse for some reason, I do. I can’t wash it every day or something (unless I want really greasy hair), but it just makes me feel good. I don’t know, what do you think? Am I nuts or am I bang on the money?

That would be the sound of my head hitting my desk.  Excuse me, but I’m just going to bitch for a bit. I can really hate clothing shops sometimes. Why? Because while I can get into small sizes with tops and I’m okay with dresses, I have big hips and big legs. Which is going to make it more difficult for me to get into acting, but you get that. I was thinking of getting in through other doors first. I don’t know. I just… I don’t know what I want to do with my life. The things I want to do are so unlikely, I’m probably going to be forever screwed if I go with any of them.

Currently, not only do I feel embarrassed, but you know how sometimes when you’re stressed, you feel sick? Yeah. Okay, this is what happened. I was just in a clothing store cubicle topless (‘cos I was getting changed) when the shop girl unlocked it. The customer was frozen; I squealed, holding my arms to my chest, unable to shut the door (I couldn’t see the shop girl, either; she was behind the door) while the shop girl was rabbiting on. Then she says casually “Oh, is someone in there?” (well, DUH!). When someone told her that there was someone in there (namely ME!!!!), she just shut the door and left, not saying a thing.Yep, not exactly impressed.  Both PD and I complained.

All this excitement is sending me loopy. Okay. I thought I’d mentioned the fact that there will be a third Transporter movie, but I didn’t and I feel really annoyed now. Seriously, Frank is the coolest movie character ever. He really is the epitome of cool. But I mean, let’s face it; Jason Statham is awesome. There will also be a sequel to Crank. There is not only a third Twilight trailer, but a clip about a minute long set in the cafeteria/canteen/third-word-which-should-be-here-because-of-the-magic-three-but-isn’t-because-I-can’t-think-of-one .

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Yep, I don’t have one often, but I’m having one know, so enjoy it while it lasts.

I’m not cocky, I’m CONFIDENT! Slightly manic and more than slightly happy (even with slight sunburn), I am a photographing extraordinaire and I can sing again without going flat. I’d dance, if I could, but I can’t, ‘cos I’ve got stitches. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, I’m no longer manic. Thank you for your attention.

Okay, yeah, I’m a little peeved about the not being able to go to the gym thing. I say this because I’m still carrying weight on my face and I’m still trying to lose weight off my belly and my legs (the former of which, due to the operation, is swollen, so right now I look pregnant. Fun for me!). Brilliant timing. I mean, really, did it HAVE to come then? The appendicitis, did it have to come right before I started my gym membership, no visits, not one? That is so depressing. Really, it sucks when the rest of the people in your grade are stick thin with really slim legs. My family are telling me not toworry about my weight right now and just to focus on getting better, but it’s not the sort of thing I forget.

Weird thing, kind of random, but lately, no matter how hard I try, my hair keeps turning out like Russell Brand’s. Don’t know what to make of that.

Okay, what ’s good? Well, I saw the trailer for Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist and it looks awesome. Kitty Kitty, sequel to the novel Bad Kitty by Michele Jaffe – wacky and fun. Four movies I want to see (random order): Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (based on the book Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging), Wild Child, Make it Happen and In Bruges (I know, the last one’s a bit “One of these things is not like the others“).

What’s not good: I just got my appendix out. Yeah, not fun. Lack of sleep, the needles which leave nice big bruises, the paper underwear and lack of anything to do. God, the anesthetic made me soooo sick. As in, I was literally sick. A lot. Still in my system and I had it out about four or five days ago. I smell like it. Ugh. Slowly able to walk, but have had to stay home from school. At first, I was walking like a hunchback, but things are getting better. What really sucks is I was about to start my gym membership again, but I can’t lift heavy weights for six to eight weeks. Six to eight weeks! Plus, my stomach’s still swollen so that I look pregnant. Let’s just hope the time passes quickly, hey?

P.S. Sorry for not being on. First really really REALLY busy, then the whole appendix thing.