Honestly,

I was on my bebo just then, as I do most times I get on the internet, and freakin’ gosh, there’s some sluts out there. I don’t really mean any offence but anyone who takes photos of themselves where the only places covered are really private are totally asking for the label. And bebo! Who on earth would post more than half naked photos of themselves on bebo? As Ana says, “It’s [bebo's] really childish.”
This also gets me to the topic of that pregnant twelve year old. TWELVE??!?!?! I didn’t even know what sex was when I was in year 6. Normal twelve year olds are having sleepovers and painting their nails and talking about holding hands with boys, not having sex with them. Shame on you, pregnant girl.

[/end my slut rant]

And so anyway, I think I might get a new lens for my camera after I get paid this weekend.

Oh man. I’m dusting off my dancemoves and seriously learning the Single Ladies dance. I might edit it to be more “PG” but I will get it done. You wait guys, at the formal, i’ll be tearing up the dancefloor. Actually, we all will be, but since I have FILO PRIDE! I will own every one of yous.

I totally had a _______ moment. :/

Anyways, I’m off to eat some nice chicken breast for dinner. :3

Niggggght! xo

T’was good today.

It certainly was. Not once did I actually want to go home today. Score! Best part was tied with:

1. When I tried to catch a pb&j sandwhich in my mouth but ended up tripping and throwing my legs in the air instead. What? I’m just a classy girl.

2. When Mr L set his finger alight and told me to blow it out, only to have to blow it out himself and spit his teeth out is the process. That whole science lesson was pretty much a horror movie. Bahaha.

I think that work is totally draining me, so as said earlier today, I plan on chuckin’ a sicky and not going to work on Saturday. Only, that is actually really shitty because my 7 hour shift is on Sunday. Oh wellll. I’ll probably just fake vomit and go home.

I came home today and mum gave me a black bag saying it was my birthday present. Yeah, awesome!… except my birthday is in September. Weirdoooo. But it’s a really pretty watch so I’m not complaining.
And also, apparently there is a sale at Westfield and I shall be getting my formal dress earlier than I imagined. That isn’t worth complaining about either because the dress is so nice and totally suit my shoes.

Anyway, tonight we’re going out to have dinner at KFC. I don’t really feel like eating something that could’ve possible made me have an allergic reaction, so I think i’m gonna stick to chips and a Krusher. Buuut, the stingy thing is that I have to pay for this meal from the kindness of my heart now that I have money. Good one, mum.

So, I think I might edit some photos and update my Flickr tonight start on my bajillion assignments tonight, so off I go! Nightyyy. x

Well, not miserable.

Well, since I was informed that my blog is miserable and totally not what it should be, a change of pace might be needed.

I really want piano lessons guuuuuuys. Like, maybe a couple of years worth, but I can’t get any until my new house is fully done. Which will never happen, the way things are going. Urgh, stingy! You see, I just watched this video that gave me the biggest urge to pretty much wish on a star for awesome piano skills. What’s the video, you ask?

Hereeee: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU2yV7YLfj0
Doesn’t that make everyone want to learn how to play. I’m still on medium level where the most complicated thing I can play is the first part of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata op.13 ‘Pathetique’. I would like to say that’s challenging, but alas, I can’t.

One day, I’ll get there.

Speaking of piano, (and in my head, I was thinking of tattoos, so that too) when I get one, this will be it:

(((((((:

I was going to write something else, but for the life of me, I can’t remember. Dangit! I have recently (not really that recently) that I always say “Hey/Oi” and then I completely blank out and never remember what I was going to say. Maybe, I have short-term memory loss. I hope not, because that would probably end up in me being a total sociopath. Eep!

Anyways. I think that’s the end of my banter. Will be back later this week, hopefully.

June the 5th

Today was an utterly, utterly upsetting day. I feel that i’m never satisfied with my exam marks, yet I never really do much about them except for get emotional. I hate the fact that I always stress getting them back and see the mark, then getting really angry at myself. I need to clean my act up.

I think what really gets me, though, is that the only reason my family moved here was for my brother and I to get a better education, and i’m not living up to it. My parents aren’t even happy here; there’s no one they can be with but themselves and I always feel like that’s caused by John and I. My parents obviously don’t say anything because of the sole fact that they are my parents who don’t like seeing me upset. I think.

In Art today, I started crying. See? I get emotional even when I really don’t mean to. I took a few minutes by myself outside and hid in the groove of D block. A group of the guys who sit in front of the MPC walked passed and I was surprised to see them actually stop and ask what was wrong. A little part of me thought they would just stare and walk away, but they didn’t. I’m glad and it made me lighten up a bit.

Although I am upset by my marks, I still averaged 82.5% in my exams, and after getting a whole hearted comment on how that is a good thing, I’m starting to feel a little better.

So, venturing away from my emooootional rant there, from reccess onward was when the day started picking up it’s Friday Fo’ Lyf name. Somehow, Maddie mysteriously got bird shite on her pants. Firstly, how did it get there? and second, how the eff do you not notice something like that happening? I laughed a load when that happened.

Science was next and I never thought I’d actually blog non-bad things about science, but apart from Mr L’s douchebaggeryness, it made me cry from laughter. All who know Whinny would be sad to have missed it. I will never get the image out of my head of her sticking her head just inside the door with the most hilarious look on her face and stutter through a question of “Do you know where the GATS classroom is?” BAHAHAHA.

What a legend.

I think I might be going back to Port Macquarie this Sunday. I really hope so, because I’m craving a perfect hug from the most perfect person. I can’t wait. *g*

Well, hope all is well in blog-land. Au Revoir!

stupid ads on the tv

Man, there are some idiotic ads on the tv. For example: the Freedom one where the lady has her face smushed against the glass? Who in their right mind agrees to get that shown on national tv? Bloody baka. Also, there’s that one where there’s a guy who is in a green lycra outfit runs across the screen for about five minutes before we actually find out what the ad is for. Urgh.

But, in saying that, there are some great, great ads. The award does obviously go to the Cadbury ads. Those kids are pretty much the coolest in the world. I wish I could do that with my eyebrows.

This afternoon I found out that I have an account in pretty much everything you can have an account in, bar a facebook. I don’t use any except for myspace, deviantart, bebo and twitter, so why do I have them? I even have one for tv.com and imdb, and those things don’t need accounts! Gosh, you idiot, Jenny.

I took out $100 today because my mum told me there was a massive sale at General Pants Co. and I thought I would blow all my money in one go. You flippin’ douche! There ended up being nothing worth buying at General Pants and so I had two lonely $50 notes in my wallet. Knowing me, I’d spend that on povo lollies from the Reject Shop anyway. Geeeeeeeee.

If any of the people who read this have gone on my deviantart recently will know of the failness I am currently experiencing. I think my photography class in making my view on photography so much shitter. Mr M is such a knob and gets angry for the littlest things. I got in trouble for having a small print today! Erghhh. Anyway. Maybe i’m having a low because i’ve run out of ways to take photos of myself. Honestly, I could paint myself without looking at a photo by now. THAT BEING SAID THEN, I want new people to take photos of. *cough hint* Well, if yous want. (:

I think once my bank account gets to $500 i’m going to buy myself a new camera lens. It’s the Canon 50mm f/1.8 and it only costs $145. That’s a damn good price comparing it to the 50mm f/1.4 which is around $340. When I get that, none of my friends will ever see me outside of work or school without my camera. DEAL WITH IT. C:

Anyway, i’m thinking a 400+ word count is enough for now. Maybe i’ll update later on with something more for you to read. Toodles! xo

Interwebz curfew

One day, maybe in the near future hopefully, my house’s internet will be able to be used after 8pm.

*crosses fingers*

Work. Is. Stingy.

I have just found out that I have to work for the next two weekends, both days. I swear I will never get a free weekend ever in my whole entire Maccas life. That being said, Maccas will ruin my social life. Damn you, Ronald McDonald!

Carrying on… it’s not like I have a huge social life, though. Sometimes I like being by myself, reading no doubt, and other times I really feel like being with other people so I don’t go stir crazy. Also, sometimes I like just watching movies or hanging out with not much being said at all, but other times I want to do crazy things like climb trees or trying to backflip off not-so-steep walls. The latter one is not as prominent as the first, of course, of I probably would be dead. Maybe I’m just an incredibly moody person.

Lastly, for now, I miss Port Macquarie. I won’t dwell on this because it’s most likely not going to be read by anyone it’s related to. I miss: having sleepovers singing karaoke and getting $5 from my dad, staying up late to watch the midnight shows, laying side by side reading equally as good fanfic, having inside jokes from year 4 but most importantly I miss having a best friend that I can hug whenever I want to and I wouldn’t have to drive 3 hours to get to.

Obviously, fate screwed something up.

And so, again, toodloo. (: