CROSS C(o)UNTRY

Today was cross country day.
It was:
-A wake up call and a reminder to try and find a decent gym in this place.
-Hot.
-Painful.
- and Fun too.

Millie came first (yay!) and i finished (yayyyyy!)

We had a different track this year, this time it wasn't a mountain-owning track but a loop from McDonalds, past Lake Callemondah (the closest living relative of Lake Springfield, but MORE polluted) and back. Our school decided too many kids were scraping their faces off on the OLD course, and too many parents were having a bitch about that.

I'm in a really cranky mood now, though.
#1 Because I'm dehydrated as shit. My teacher basically said to me "No, Jade, you may not take about 5 seconds to run to Lavella court and get your waterbotte, we're going RIGHT NOW."
#2 I was sick BEFORE i was forced to exert myself, and my lungs are aching from a mixture of being unfit, being SICK and making Pterodactyl noises FAR too loudly, and often.
#3 Work called because someone who I (from the kindness of my heart) gave my shift to because they weren't going to be here this weekend and needed SOME work so they had money, decided to not want to do the shift anymore. I was like, umm it's YOUR shift now, you wanted it, i gave it to you, find someone else to do it. And work called. ehhh.

Japanese was annoying. We had Mrs Coleman. The Colemanator is only just BEARABLE if she doesn't talk for the duration of the lesson, but is insaney irritating before 10:00am.
But she doesn't know that.

Last night I wrote some more of my story for English, i'm basing it on a little old lady who used to live accross the road from me, and how I always felt some weird friendship with her despite the fact that we never spoke a word to eachother. She had the most amazing, hypnotic almost supernatural blue eyes which, as a kid, completely mezmorised me.

Anyway, what else happened today?
-I promised Kim and Millie a massage to whoever finished first. Millie won.
-I gave Alex a massage because he is wub and has so many knots in his back i'm surprised he's not a SHOELACE. arrrghghh it was fun.
-I got wicked sick hayfever (and so did Jess in year 8) when we had to walk through a 209587029750m long feild of long grass.
-Me Bec and Cheanna ghosted some people and I almost tripped some boy over when i got too close and stood on his shoe.
haha
-We made Mr Carseldine clap us on. I'm starting to like the guy more now that he's not my teacher and I spend a majority of my schooling life completely AWAY from him.
-Me and Bec repeatedly made Pterodactyl noises in the corridors and at lunch, pretty much the whole school either hate us or are envious of our wicked-sick vocal talent.
-My lungs got retarded from too much Pterodactyl. That's right, you can get TOO MUCH Pterodactyl. :O


I'm reading a really good book right now.
Deadly Decisions by Kathy Reichs (<-- spelling?)
It's good. Kindly donated by Milley (not cross-country-pwning Millie, homeroom/sister-of-Geo Milley.)
It's about forensic anthropolgy. If anyone watches BONES, it's that but less Hollywood-ified.
Ily Bones too, Sunday double episode was awesome in the face.


And OMG, apparently if I try to see Aidan when I'm in Japan (which I WAS planning to do at some point, but now I'm not sure) he gets sent home. :S

Oh no's.
Anyway I'm going to go read. And re-hydrate.

Shup Ut

"SHUP UT!"

These were the words I was woken up with this morning, as shreiked by my very loud, very invasive little brother. It was approximately 5:45 in the morning, which meant Cooper was awake and thought that I should be, too.



After repeated slaps to the face (though they were only wimpy Cooper-slaps) I woke up.

Did some yoga (by the way how good is yoga?) and got ready. It was really cold, so I ate some toast which I had to repeatedly re-heat so that it was hot enough and fished my Titans jumper out of my moving-house clothes bag.

Then I decided that I was going to walk to school.

So we (me and Brianna) went.

After deliberating on which way we were actually going to go, and how long it was going to get there, we made our way past my little sister's school and eventually made our way past the skate park.



It has occurred to me that small, seemingly insignificant occurances can drastically alter your day.



As we were walking past the skatepark 2 labradors came towards us. We patted them, naturally, and kept walking. The dogs followed us a few metres. They wouldn't go back. Nobody was calling them back.

Turns out, they were just having a bit of a walk.
Like us, except we weren't following little schoolgirls to school.

ALSO turns out, the dogs made our day. It was fun walking to school for once. Fun things happened, like:
-Brianna almost getting knocked over because the dogs ran into her legs.
-Us trying many techniques to try and lose them because we knew they would most likely follow us ALL THE WAY, and would probably get hurt on the way (there's a huge 4-lane road between my work and the shops/my school). Our techniques included throwing various sticks, yelling at them, hiding from them and trying to fool them into thinking we had gone a different way then running like hell, and eventually walking into Priceline and the auto doors shutting the dogs out (until they figured out how to
OPEN
THE
DOORS
AND
COME
INSIDE
:O

Then, as me and Michael were laughing and trying to make the dogs GTFO of the shop, a lady walked past and was like *reads dog's tag* "I know where they live, I'll take them."

Thanks lady.
:D
Turns out we were a bit late for school after all our morning shenanigans.
Time for schleep.

Sick as a Dog

Haha. I like this. You can probably see it better here: http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/7/74/TwilightSucks.jpg

Anyway, today was.. umm.. hazy.
I can't remember a whole lot because I spent a majority of the day in a zombie-like state or dosed up on pain AND cold n flu meds.

It was not good.
I spent a good 4 hours watching crappy daytime television and clutching my head/throat/everything else that was in pain and drank my weight in water. Which is alot, i might add.

And my throat is STILL ON FIRE. gahh.
I did actually go to school today, seeing as it was first day of term. Lessons would have been fine, if i wasn't either sweating or shivering my ass off the whole time.
Badd.

Anyway, time for how i met your mother.

Night :D

Patty Turns 17!

YEAH. Bec turns 17 on the 20th.

Her party will be EPIC. Because me and Cheanna will (hopefully) organise it.

Shall be good.

Hope Bec has an awesome birthday.

:D

Cut Mow Rake Scrape young whipersnapper!

Oh my god.


Well today I worked. Alot. First was the PAID kind, which was kind of annoying because Grace was working with me so she monopolized register one and made me do ALL. OF. THE. JOBS.
Except empty a bag of rubbish into the huge rubbish bag.

So goddamn lazy.

Then I came home and was immediately thrown into a serious of potentially back-breaking activities, ranging from:
Pulling out weeds from the garden (pretty low-risk, although the dog tried to ambush me from behind about 9284619364 times)
Whipper-snippering or as it is more commonly known (by me and Brooke), "Whippersnappering." I OWNED all the long grass. The only annoying thing was that the grass kept hitting me in the legs, as did a pretty large rock. Yeah, ouch.
Mowing. More like dance-mowing. I made sure Arctic Monkeys were blasting out of the outdoor speakers before I even attempted it. Not the animal, the band. :D Mowing never looked so good. haha. There were pelvic thrusts. :D
RA.KING. OMG it took forever, but I raked every last stray clump of grass clippings into a pile. And then had to get it all into the ute. ehhh.
Heddddge trimming. My Dad usually likes to cut the leaves of our big ficus tree so that it resembles a heavily-mulitates ostrich, so instead of watching him massacre it (and kill the family of finches that live inside the tree), I decided that I would give it a go.
I did pretty good.

And now my back is sore and my feet sting and theres a huge cut on my leg where the rake scathed me. ehh..
but yeah, today was pretty good.

ROVE tonight :D

stripcreator : HelloJad : Fast and Furious

I totally just made a comic strip, and it looks like Explosm.

My inner child is dancing right now.


:D

Go see it. Here: stripcreator : HelloJad : Fast and Furious

Gecko NOOOOO!

Okay, this is really sad but a little bit funny.

Mostly sad though.

On Wednesday I chilled out for the whole day. I didn't do anything except watch tv and go on the computer.

The story begins; I am allll nice and comfy on the couch, watching the best crime show on earth (Bones, but you knew that.) and eating grapes. I was having a pretty chillaxing time.

At the start of the show, I noticed an average-sized gecko on the wall above the TV, near the aircon.

At the start of the show, the gecko looked fine, just doing what geckoes do. I looked at him every now and then and didn't really notice that he was still in the same position.

After 3 episodes of Bones and a movie, I came to the conclusion that the gecko was DEAD.

That's right, I had slothed it out on the couch for so long that something DIED.

haha, I'm terrible?

getting OLD

On closer examination of my face, i have come to the conclusion that:

I

LOOK

OLD.


My eyes have wrinkles around them, and I have BIG mo-fo ones on my forehead.

A sixteen-year-old isn't meant to have wrinkles~!


(hisses at mother nature)

Do you know what else is fun? trying to watch 'Mr Belvedere' without people TALKING SO LOUD!

I watched family guy epically today.
hence the stewie quote.

Jade wants a box set of Bones for her birthday.
you should buy it :D

Random observations of today:
I like pears. Alot. Four.
I now like the band Datarock. Thanks Aidan (ily)

and a majority of bitchy people i serve at work are shizophrenic (did I spell it right :S)

Me: "Umm, i'm sorry but I can't enter your clubcard number in after i've scanned all of your items." *Apologetic smile*
Old Codger: "Well that isn't MY problem, is it?" *laughs loudly yet coldlyyy*
Me: *Pretends like it miraculously worked when I typed the number in* "ahh.. it works! *Opens mouth in fake astonishment*
Old Codger: *Sneers* (who the hell sneers anymore?!) "Hahah.. you see? It just needed a little bit of magic!" *Chuckles like a GIT*
Me: (in my head) "No, you geriatric FOOL, all it needed was lies."
Me: (actually) "Have a good day!" *Smiles like I give a damn how the hell the rest of his day will be*

Work wasn't ALL bad. Somebody commented my monster vs. aliens' sticker-infested badge.! :D
yayyyy

And now it feels like its not very late but its almost 10. at night :O
Right now I feel like a bath. Not a hot one, just a normal one. With my book.
I'm reading the Catcher in the Rye. Its weird.ly good.
I'm up to the bit where the guy punches Holden in the stomach because he only paid his prostitute $5 instead of $10 LOLLLL
The only thing that annoys me is that he says "..and all." after EVERY. SINGLE. SENTENCE. AARRGHHH
And he likes to say "corny" and "goddamn" all the time.
But other than that, I like it.

Time to go read now.
Night xx

chocolate binges never work.

ehhhh.....
I just had a Bones-watching, white-chocolate-eating laze-fest.

That's alot of hyphens for one mood swing.

And now I feel worse.










help??

Story?

hey.

so i'm thinking i should write a story right about now.
i've started it, and despite only writing about 200 words and the fact that i've already re-written it about 38484 times, I think it might actually turn into something good. Whether I'm going to make it into a longish story or a short story to be later recycled into my English assignment and again for that writing competition Mrs Storey my English teacher told me about is still undecided.

although i'm thinking a short story would be much less commitment to handle for someone who only just got back into writing.

the only thing is, the plot could go one of two ways, i'm still deciding what would be better.
i don't want to give it away because its only a baby so far, theres not much to it yet.

maybe i should go write some now.