Assignments (or lack thereof)

okay well today was perhaps one of my very unproductive days. I was honestly TRYING to get my assignments done. But:
the internet is so very distracting
my brain can only handle a certain amount of transferring useless, cruddy information into readable (and good) form.
my brain was thinking about something very distractingly important.
i was busy making a track for Aidan.
i had to go to HVN's to take something back.
my stomach told me i was full. my brain told me i was hungry. my bladder told me i had to pee.
i wanted to play MarioKart all day. (multiplayer is freakin Schweet).
i had to work.


annnnd because i'm not very intelligent.


but mostly the other things.

Bye-Bye Soul

That's right.

My soul is dying.

And according to this tombstone, it's too late.

I'm part sure that this is because I'm losing a pretty big part of me pretty soon. Aidan's taking a chunk of me with him.

And I can't do a thing to stop it.

Slosh

This is probably what I looked like yesterday.

Incase you didn't already know, in which case I would be mad, that's my dog Zy.

But yesterday I was pretty much that deep in water. Not just any water. Lake Callemondah water.

I know. Ew.

And no. My mind didn't just spontaniously combust and made me jump in the nearest possibly-nuclear-waste-infested lake. Or at least I don't think so.

We were there strictly on business.

Multistrand business. We had to have an excursion to collect samples from the lake for analysis so that we could do our assignments. So we donned the marshmallow-print gumboots (or at least I did) and went at it.

Here's what happened:

Shannae and Bec caught a fish, (or 'saved' it) and named it Eugene. Eugene lives a happy life with the bus driver now.

Cheanna and Bec completely ruined their shoes. What the heck did they really expect?

We intimidated a bunch of year 9 state kids who were canoing nearby by making a huge line and rythmically pelvic thrusted eachother for about a minute.

AND probably most memorably, I decided to go get a water lily for Mrs Shahgholi. It started as an innocent thing, my pants didn't even get wet on my first attempt. Then I realised that I would have to go deeper. Rolled the pants up. And again. Then went in further.

My pants got wet because I sank down into the mud. At this point everyone was in hysterics behind me and I didn't care much about the dryness of my pants anymore. So I went in hardcore. Up to my ribcage in water. I got the fucker. And they got a video of me sinking into the stinking lake.

Everybody wins.

So I had to dry in the sun for a while and made our class a nice graffit-plaque on one of the flat rocks.

It was smelly. It was disgusting. It was hilarious.

Sing a Sad Song In A Lonely Place

Okay well I can barely see because my eyes are leaking.

I've just made Aidan the equivalent of a mix-tape for when he goes overseas to remember me by, and because I'm a wuss I started to cry, mid-song.

uhhh...

Well the good news is that I just took my mp3 player (the NEW one which DIDN'T work) back to Harvey Norman and got my freakin' money back.

I'm going to get yet another one before work.

ehhhh work.

If I ever get any of these assignments done, that is.

Musiccc

I feel like this. Because i finally got a music-listening to device.

Oh my god try going without music for a few months, especially when you have an awesome stereo with subwoofer and everything in your room,

RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR BED, SO GODDAMN APPEALING BUT

NOOOO:

"I won't drive you to Harvey Norman to but another freakin mp3 player."

Trust me, I'ts HARD.

But now I'm happy as my tunes are currently being sloshed into my brand spankers NEW one as quick as humanly (or computer-ly) possible.

yay

yay

yay

twit. ter.

Jade has Twitter.

Die. Cat.

This is why I hate cats. They kill things. And also recklessly abuse my hyper-sensitive smell with their hair and make me sneeze all freakin night.

I used to not hate cats. I had a cat named Noddy.

That's right, from the kids TV show.

Noddy was mine.

Noddy was cool.

Noddy ran away when I was about 4.

What a bitch.

huh, I'm pretty sure nobody's ever called their ex-cat a bitch before.

hahaa

Mace The Grace

"Guess who the hell I am??"

Answer: God's sick joke.

Honestly, I'm not sure it's possible for somebody to hate a person like I hate.. um .. let's call her "The Chin" for security purposes...

WHY THE HELL AM I STILL WRITING IN PURPLE?!?!?

ahh.. blue.

WELL.... "The Chin" has a habit of:

1. Pretending that she's better than me.

2. Not being as awesome as me.

3. Being a stuck-up, demonic little lesson-wrecker.

Plus she has an obscenely large and prominent chin, which makes it easy and even fun to make fun of her.

That is all.

aidEn haha vengence

AIDAN.
I don't hate you.
You just broke something inside me.

Yeh well aidan is my pal who's going to Japan preeeettty soon.

It's heaps sad, because now i will be forced to spend my Japanese-learning time with The Chin and Steve (Nothing) O'Brien.

ehhhhhh.

but he's going to buy me tonnes of stuff

right??

Hey, I started a blog!

Well I can't say I'm familiar with blogging, but I'll do my best, and if I fail I'll have someone to tell me I'm an idiot for saying/doing something utterly stupid.

yehh well my friend made this photo.

its pretty good except they did a pretty shitty job of my face compared to the effort they put into making everyone elses perfect.

I'm pretty fucking sick of double standards.

Skeletons

This is what I feel like after my double IPT.

Possibly an overexaggeration.

I don't remember being a horse before Aidan ripped apart my soul.

Huh. That's weird.

Well yeh, it was quite a horrible lesson, I must say. Actually it was more like a very bad day. Or even a really bad, scarily realistic nightmare.

Yeh well Aidan decided to (and it's really hard to even type this without remembering what happened and cringe) show me some photos of the saddest kind, and made me cry.

It was not good.

I was kind of surprised at my reaction to seeing them, I'm not really sure what it would have looked like from an outsider's perspective, but I'm sure Aidan will tell me after I post this blog. All I know is that something inside me snapped, and I had a massive surge of sheer grief mixed with actual, physical pain and anger.

After screaming at Aidan whilst pressing my hands over my eyes so hard that its a wonder I was able to see again, I started to cry.

As if the day wasn't shithouse enough, I was crying.

I'll be honest, I destest crying. That may sound very, very stupid as I'm sure there isn't a soul out there who actually enjoys it, but I'm usually the one to internalise things and suppress my feelings long enough to spontaniously combust late at night when I'm alone. I'm sure I've developed this from years of being the big sister, having to put on a brave face while I pick up the peices of my broken family that my almost constantly-bickering parental-like hurricane leave behind.

Maybe it was just a really touchy issue, which it is, and I can't type much longer about it because I have a feeling I will cry again, that's right, I've now developed an extremely accurate intuition which tells me if I'm going to cry anytime in the near future. Quite handy actually because it gives me time to run to the nearest dark corner or toilet cubicle before I let loose. I guess its one of those things you pick up when you have a disastrously unhappy life.

That's really quite sad.

Anyway, the day was altogether a complete waste of energy.

uhh.. that is all.