day: fifty eight

I hate humidity. Apart from trying to breathe half the time, it just makes you so tired and yuck. So basically I'll be outlining the arguments about how I'm so tired today. I should try to make my life more fun, since I've been complaining about how excruciatingly boring it is.

The morning started off alright. Then it got humid and I was suffocating in English class while the teacher complained she was freezing because we turned the air-con on due to our slow and painful asphyxiation. I'm just joking, I really do love exaggerating. I didn't do much work in that class so I guess that's more homework for me!

Then was humanities in the computer labs. The computer labs at my school really have a tendency to have lousy air-conditioning and so it was pretty draining. It doesn't help when you're told you need to do 16 occupational health and safety tests and print them all off by next week. I really can't be bothered reading the information so I'm just guessing all the answers. At least they're multiple choice?

Science was okay, at least we had the air-con on. That's all I really expect of at school right now: to have decent air-conditioning so I can spend my time doing absolutely nothing in a safe and breathable environment. No homework as per usual, since I finish them off in class.

Advanced maths was okay, just I really hate circles. I've never even learnt this stuff before. It's a reflection on how comprehensive my school teaches maths. Even the kids at year 12 specialist didn't even know this stuff. Shame on them. Shame on their cow. Anyways, it was pretty awkward when the principal walked in and sat down behind me and paid attention in class like any other studious student. I mean, was there a reason for it? He didn't even know what type of class it was! Well, he asked me so I stuttered a sentence which consisted of 'year', 'ten', 'maths', 'advanced', 'class'. I guess it'd be a fun thing to do as a principal: just randomly walking into a room like you do actually own the place and freak all the students out. I think he does this on purpose.

By now I was pretty fed up with the unbearable weather on my way home. Drumming lessons were okay. I have a sub since my other teacher told me he wasn't going to be here because of some reasons I forgot. I really don't like my sub, I mean, he's extremely nice, but I'd prefer a different type of teacher. But oh well, I actually decided to let go of that and the lesson was actually alright. I think I have him next week. But that's okay, it's not like the situation with my new english tutor teacher.

I feel yuck, I still don't know why I'm still in school uniform and not showered yet.

So here are the morals:
• Being bored actually hurts after a while. So does procrastination and laziness but who cares, I'll address that issue later.
• Guessing your way through online tests is a bad idea, but an effective one.
• A principal must maintain his enthusiasm with his school by attending a random class.
• Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air

day: fifty four to fifty seven

Well, at least this time period wasn't as mega long as the last one (that's what she said, I'm so funny haa haa). I should get in the habit of not chunking up my posts like this. It's a daily diary posting thing anyway. Or maybe I was just way to lazy because of school and the extremely high temperature.

day: fifty four
Let me trace it back. Right, it was Thursday. It felt like a really disjointed day. Everything felt like it was all over the place. We had a Eucharist (or whatever Christians call it, because I don't pay attention - and have no intention of ever doing so - in religion class) mass right in the middle of the day so I sort of missed out on jap class, which was the only class I looked forward to that day (or any other day). So in mass I was dead bored enduring the songs the choir (which are basically a bunch of year 7's being conned into it by the music teacher) sung and the standing up and sitting down and standing up and sitting down. I was in a blazer so I practically melted too. It's really awkward trying to take your blazer off when you're sitting so close to so many people. Last period was commerce, which was okay, just really bludgey. Don't tell the teacher that, she keeps on promising us that we need to work hard the next lesson but that never happens. I guess I'll have to study by myself then. Tutor in the evening was pretty sad too, the other two complete questions so quickly, maybe it's because they don't write the question down? I feel dumb for saying "I haven't got up to it yet" all the time. But the others are one year older than me so I guess you can let me off...

day: fifty five
Friday was less all over the place, but even more boring. We had english in the computer labs and we did nothing (as usual). We had a test for advanced maths and the teacher was correcting them in class and all the guys were teasing me about how I got the first question wrong. I'm sorry that I'm not a fucking CAS calculator that needs to get everything right. Sometimes I think that being in a smarter group will be better, it turns out than they're even more of an idiot than my normal class. Apart from that depressing moment, I got totally yelled at by my religion teacher. Not that I didn't realise after she only said my name after yelling "stop" about ten times. Who knew drawing on someone's hand a ":3" emote would elicit such a loud and preventative response. Usually I'd get really upset when teachers yell at me, but this time I didn't really care. It's not like I was killing my friend's hand. Wait, she might have gotten the wrong impression since I was drawing in red inky pen... Oops.
I had lifeguard class in the evening too. It wasn't so bad, mainly because I was the lucky partner who didn't get a shot at towing someone for 8 laps. I'm sorry for not swapping! I hope that your legs aren't dead! But anyway, thing is that we were going to be separated because of the sheer amount of students in the class and the extremely long waiting list. I'm in the senior group! But thing is is that I think this certain annoying guy will be in my group too. I REALLY don't want to talk to him. He just gets on my nerves. Who the hell starts a conversation when you're doing 10 laps of sidestroke?

day: fifty six
Also known as judgement day. I had my viet sac that day. We had to write a 5-minute script/dialogue about one of three topics which were all about family roles and values. We decided on partners beforehand but my friend decided she'd partner up with her other friend because it was her last day. So I was stuck with a person I secretly hate. But it's okay, I survived. I hope I can partner up with someone else some other time. Gah, I'm still scared from that sac.
And then was tutor. Maths and science were alright. English being last and worst. I WANT MY OLD TEACHER BACK SHE WAS SO NICE WHY DID SHE LEAVE. We got stuck with a teacher who was a bit too over passionate and up himself. He insisted that he wasn't. I still think that his pride is so high up his ass that it's popping out of his mouth. He's so educated and everything. A tad too nerdy but he expects us to do all the work. And we have way to much work, even our last teacher complained that it was a whole lot.

day: fifty seven
Piano lessons felt really quick. It was just playing the piece over and over again and that was it. Then it was maths tutor. It was alright though, thank god I'm not that far behind. I just need to do a lot of homework to make me feel smart. The teacher left the room for a while and I really needed to pee so I was dying there rocking back and forth in my chair twiddling my pen because I couldn't be focused enough to do the questions. I really do have problems.
Then when I got back home, I did some maths homework and then took a 1 hour break, then took another hour trying to get iTunes to actually do what I tell it to then the next writing up this blog and doing some other random stuff on the internet.

The one moral for these four days is:
• I'm just writing one because this blog post is so damn long which is why I should update daily.

day: forty six to fifty three

Yeah, I'm a bit guilty of being lazy. It's not like I've been doing anything productive. I'm really tired the past week. I've lost count on how many days I've missed out but I hope this is the correct number.

So last week was alright. Swimming wasn't so bad. I just don't really feel like there's much point of it anymore. Everybody's gotten lazy and there's certain people who just annoy the hell out of me. At least I'm getting some much needed exercise. The weekend wasn't so bad either. Actually, it was pretty bad. I have a wad of homework from viet and we're changing tutor teachers (like always, because I'm always stuck with the left over teachers that can't teach or either are really good teachers but need to leave in a term or so.) I better get going with my studies and get my ass off youtube and facebook and other time-wasting activities like staring at the wall or just walking around aimlessly around the house looking for something to eat or something to play with.

This week is the 3rd week of school. I'm hating all of it and I want it to go even more quickly but I really don't just want highschool to be a disappointing blur to me. It's been a tough week for me and some important people in my life. Let's hope I can get through this in one piece. I don't know whether my patience is running extremely thin or I'm just pissed off at everybody at school who has a compulsion to snatch my pencilcase for no reason. It's not nice teasing me about being asian and smart. If I crack, I tell you that I'll make you smart by throwing a CAS calculator in your face. But one of my maths teachers told me something that just clicked in my mind. She told me about the story of another guy who went through the same thing as me. To sum it up, he was a failure whenever he tried to approach the outside world. Why is it so difficult?

I'm starting to get really tired with trying to keep my head and also humility. I mean, either my year level is just dumb or I just had something implanted in my brain to know everything in the year 10 curriculum. I'm so bored, therefore, I procrastinate. I really should find something productive to do. I have about 15 minutes before it's 12am. I don't know, but I feel like the most diligent and goody-two-shoes student in my whole year level is the one that sleeps latest even though he has about 4301561470360451 extra-curricular things to do. It's unhealthy, I know, but everyone else seems to sleep at 10 and I can't even contemplate sleeping at that time.

Enough ranting, here's the morals:
• Skipping eight days, I doubt that's counted as diary entry per day anymore
• Laziness is next to procrastinationingliness
• You know you're an ultra nerd when you think of using your calculator as a weapon
• I sleep late, well... compared to most people of my age

day: forty three to forty five

A new week! Trust me, I'm never excited for school. It couldn't be more darn boring, but it was.

Actually, I don't really remember any of it at all.

day: forty three
Nothing special happened at school. I'm pretty bored with my class and my teachers. The year before VCE starts, why don't they give us more work? Or maybe I'm just not recognizing it? English, Humanities, Science, Advanced maths. It has the word boring written all over it. Even though I'm a serial procrastinator, I believe we should get tons of homework to get us ready for VCE. I mean, I don't want to be falling behind next year.

After that was home for a little while and then drum lessons. I'm getting less co-ordinated as the years go by. I guess I should put a little more practice in. Why do people call me a drummer? I also play the guitar and piano (along with the fact that I'm some scrawny nerdy asian kid) and yet they don't consider me a pianist or even a guitarist? I don't even know why I'm even teaching a friend drums. It's really embarrassing playing in front of people you know. I can't play impromptu or improvised music for crap. I wouldn't call myself musically talented.

day: forty four
College assembly this morning! Everyone isn't to happy about college assemblies (with the probable exception of the year 7's, but they'll get tired of it sooner or later). There's something about gathering and sitting down and watching people one stages giving speeches that makes me excessively yawn every 10 seconds. I also hate it because I don't really have any friends to sit next to. Typical of me, but all my other friends are in different houses and we sit in houses. It's obvious I'm the odd one out in the house.

Then we had to stay back because I was one of the smart kids mentioned in some list of appreciation to acknowledge the academic achievements. I really don't give a crap about things like that. It's supposed to make you feel good inside that you've achieved something but in reality, it's just some piece of flimsy cardboard with your name on it just to give you false hope.

Boring, boring, then maths. Well, maths would have been boring, but I was racing with a friend to get the exercise done first while trying to distract each other. We actually finished all of it so no homework for us! And then last was Japanese. That room isn't properly air conditioned. Other rooms are chilly and blissful while this was just, meh. Even though it's the newest built room, I doubt automatic air conditioning is good. It was turned on in winter once. That's just ridiculous.

After school was a short rest at home before going to tutor. At least that other annoying kid (who yells out the answer and buts in to say things and is probably very severely influenced by his very demanding mother) wasn't there. Usually I would nod off reading a book because I was so exhausted from the uneventful yet soul-sucking school but this time, we read this new year 12 war novel that was quite interesting.

day: forty five
Just like a repeat of Monday. But just a hotter weather. What I got out of today was: read the newspaper and think of your future career. The rest was just irrelevant or not of any use. Sometimes I do feel like moving schools. People here just don't see me as a normal human being to be honest. I really dislike being with a bunch of ignorant idiots. But nonetheless, I guess I'll just have to deal with it.

So the morals of those three days were:
• Stop bunching your posts together
• School is boring
• I work harder blogging than I do with school

day: forty two

It's a busy Sunday as usual. Busy busy busy, and yet people complain about how short their weekends are while I'm here doing work and waking up early 7 days a week.

So I wake up relatively early to practice my piano as I keep forgetting to do so during the week. And so after that I did go to piano lessons. It wasn't so bad, I started playing both hands for this song but I feel like I should be getting the hang of things more quickly. Maybe it's just the holidays and my severe lack of music practice (my gosh, I cannot spell that word without it being auto-corrected).

Then was tutor, it wasn't so bad. We have two new students and the seating arrangements are so weird. I feel really dumb there though. I'm so behind with work and I forgot the quadratic formula. I remember it now but I guess I'll need to actually keep it in my brain.

Then after that was a birthday party! Yay! I came 5 hours late due to my prior schedule but that wasn't so bad. I met people I haven't seen in a while, and that was really good since I felt like the relationship was still the same two years ago. I learnt how to ride a Rip Stick today! Thank god I didn't fall over like my other friend did. At least we were persistent. I'm not a fast learner with things that require motor skills. I first started off with a friend holding onto me and letting go while I was screaming in the top of my lungs to not let go of me and then after he left to go home, another friend told me that it was necessary to push off. It's scary pushing off with only one foot on the Rip Stick, but I soon got the hang of it! Oh, and I also got to play with some little Gundam figurines. (For all who don't know what Gundam is, it's an anime with a mecha theme) Well, not play, but assemble. The food is always best at any party!

So after the party I went home and just felt like resting. I appeared offline on messenger despite a schoolmate's request to be online at 8pm (I'm sorry, I just want to avoid people) but I guess I'll get used to appearing offline these days. And then at 11pm I hurriedly did all my maths homework. It's easy though, I got through it in around 45 minutes or so. Two exercises to be exact.

So here are the morals for today:
• I was busier on a Sunday than I was a Tuesday.
• I can't spell the word exercise
• Doing a tutor subject a year ahead gives you leeway for being dumb
• Me and motor skills = bad things

epiphany no. 14

I hate my eyelids. One day they're alright and the next they're uneven. It's hard not to keep blinking all the time when you feel like a branch is lodged in your eye.

day: thirty eight to forty one

That's four days since I haven't blogged due to my immense laziness starting school. I guess I don't have anything to blog about because I forgot them all. But I'll try my best:

day: thirty eight
Looking back at my school timetable I now remember: it was a boring day. Actually, I didn't really need it. But this day was more boring than usual. I met my teachers who never taught me before (at least one of them actually bothered to try to learn my name, or at least tried to be nice to the quiet shy kid in class). Science felt a tad different than usual. I mean, new class, new everything. Last year my class was a bit rotten, but that always happens in school. This year, my class is actually decent. I mean, they do muck around a bit but let's face it, it's a boy's school. I guess that's why it's boring this year. Or maybe it's the excessive note taking we're doing? I don't actually mind it, though, I think it's a new responsibility we need to take on. A useful one. I really don't want to do religion this year. I have a feeling I'm going to have to actually do work in religion. I'm a buddhist kid at a catholic school. I don't even visit the temple that often. So religion isn't my forte.

day: thirty nine
Japanese class that day! I mean, that's the class I look forward to. Even though there's 5 students (I know, extremely small class that can basically fit on one whole table), I know them all (except one of them, because he's new, and I'd love to make friends with him because, hey, I should be more social this year!) and I feel that even though everyone can hear me, I can say what I want and have my opinions respected (to a certain degree). It's quite fun talking and chatting while doing work. That's what I love about Japanese classes: Japanese teachers are almost always nice. And commerce for last period. What really bugs me is the hormonal levels of adolescent males. I wouldn't call a chick in a tight black dress with heels as 'hot' immediately. At least they have her attention. Commerce is actually quite hard. It's a lot of reading, mainly because I have absolutely zilch experience in economic knowledge whatsoever. Tutor that night wasn't so bad either. I wish I could talk and make friends with them, but it's awkward because it's a private tutor and the teacher's right next to you.

day: forty
IT'S FRIDAY FRIDAY. I could type out the whole lyrics of the whole song if you'd like but my blog posts are long enough. School was draining and boring. I still feel singled out with everyone and that they're talking behind my back. I haven't caught them, but I swear I've heard my name being mentioned in conversations and I know that they're just being nice to me in face because they don't want to hurt me. I feel hopeless that people would need to do that to me. But to other matters, guitar was pretty fun, then lifeguard was actually quite enjoyable. I did feel quite uncomfortable talking to this obnoxious kid that puts his arm over my shoulders too much. But nonetheless, it was tiring, but really fun. OH! And I also watched 500 Days of Summer that night on TV. I never got the chance to watch that movie and I thought it was so sad. If I wasn't around with my parents I would have cried, no joke. But movies always grab me by the heart and rip it out so I guess that's normal. Normal from my standards, not any other guy's standards. Of course.

day: forty one
Which is today! Vietnamese school wasn't so bad today. Last week I really struggled with the work but this week I found it at least bearable. I'm not saying that it was easy, just easi-er. But there's this thing going on between us and the other people in our class. I really don't like the rivalry though. We're jealous and dumb and they're smart and pedantic. You get the story. I hope it doesn't turn into something ugly. Then I went to tutor and me and my friend told each other how we both watched 500 Days of Summer the night before and how we wrote it down as one of our answers for english homework.

Now for the morals:
• Writing really really long blog entries are BAD
• The less rowdy the class, the more boring
• I'm sorry, but teacher student romantic relationship is illegal, sorry.
• Fridays are tiring
• Saturdays are even more tiring
• Maybe it's just because I needed to catch up on my blog

day: thirty seven

It was such an uneventful day today. Even though it's the first day of school and all the teachers are all pretending to be so revved up about teaching a bunch of idiot boys, I found it as boring as last year. If not, even more. It wasn't as depressing as last year though, I was totally panicking about the fact that I knew practically nobody in my class. But this year was just same same, but different. The difference is that it is more boring.

To be frank (and derogatory), I couldn't give less of a fuck. I started my morning off well, I suppose. Not like other mornings where I literally get dragged out of bed. This time I just woke up with little hesitation and headed off to the shower. I'm planning to start doing morning showers because that's probably the only thing that will wake me up and not faint from sleep deprivation when I walk past the gates of doom, misery and death (aka. school). Exaggeration is so much fun!

Let this paragraph be about how much of a loner I am at school. Here are my classification of loners (ranging from less lonely to lonliest):

• Popular person lonely (i.e. where one claims to be lonely yet have 4631954262044257091 other friends to talk to and socialise)
• Attention seeking lonely (sort of the same thing)
• Lonely amongst friends (it's a broad spectrum but it's when you still have friends but you still feel lonely)
• Lonely amongst half-friends (same thing, but replace friends with "people who you deem your friends but don't actually like you that much)
• Plain lonely (there's actually nobody around you and you're not lying... you are lonely)
• Lonely and vulnerable (those kids in TV shows, because they always like to stereotype like the
  prejudiced bastards they are)

Now I'm between the "lonely amongst half-friends" and "plain lonely". To be more specific, it's "lonely-because-you're-sitting-in-the-corner-by-yourself-because-all-your-half-friends-have-found-somebody-else-to-sit-with-and-are-sitting-across-the-room-from-you". Apart from using the word "lonely" so many times in this post, the mental image of the young Britney Spears comes to mind singing "My loneliness is killing me". But we all know that's "popular person lonely"

I've used too many "quotation marks" today, so here are the morals:
• Never make goals when on holiday, you'll throw them in the bin once school/work starts
• Lonely comes in a variety of severities
• Every song in the world which has the word "lonely" in its lyrics are now stuck in my head. That sure is a popular word songwriters like to chuck in when their music sounds shit.
• I should stop by habit of cursing

day: thirty six

Tiring and stupid day today. Last night didn't end up so well. Let's just say I broke down late at night. But anyways, the weather made me feel weird today. It was really windy and hot and then it was raining and cold. My stupid self decided to wear shorts just to make up for the fact that I was in sweatpants the day before.

Piano was good. I really need to start getting more serious with playing my instruments (and everything else). And then it was tutor and I felt a tad unfocused. This guy from melbourne high made it look like he was breezing through it. The other girl reminded me distinctly from someone. She's very nice (I shouldn't have judged her for wearing a load of makeup, I guess I should stop being so envious of people who seem socially famous), I guess I should learn from her and try to actually start a conversation. I need to be a better person than the crappy person I was last year. Saying that, it's definitely not "new year, new me", it's more a gradual change, because a better me ain't gonna happen with a click of a finger.

School tomorrow, though. I'm so scared of this year because I'm so paranoid. Every year, I still feel like a year seven. I'm so timid and shy, I don't even know the whole year level yet and so I'm always having to introduce myself to everyone because they don't even know my existence. It sucks feeling like that but I'm used to being in the shadows. It's quite comforting not having the pressure of standing in the limelight.

So here are the morals:
• I am probably going to delete my academic endeavour posts, I have school and I will probably be busy
• Don't wear shorts unless you're totally sure it won't RAIN.
• Don't judge a book person by its cover their appearance.

endeavour day six

• School tomorrow
• Yeah, that's about it. I really don't want to go tomorrow!
• Better get packing and everything now

epiphany no. 13

When I wear something like chapstick (I'm a guy but I have extremely dry lips that can probably soak up the pacific ocean and it'd still be dry because it's so dry and I swear I'm not a girl lol i'm weird my gawd why am i even alive my grammar is starting to disintegrate because I'm using firefox spell check), I don't like eating anything because I think if I accidentally get it on my tongue, I'll die of poison.

endeavour day five

• I died at viet school today. VCE viet is so scary. At this rate I'm going to borderline fail. Actually, just fail.
• Got my blazer back! I don't actually like my blazer though. But I don't like the summer uniform either
• I'm finally doing my homework for once! I feel so happy
• Time to get ready for school, I should allocate exercise books to text books and do all sorts and feel organised and educated and civilised. Then again, I go to an all boy's school so I don't think anybody else would be even contemplating about stationery and educational goals. -nerd alert beware this nerd is academically dangerous-

day: thirty five

Such a crazy day today. I could go on forever about my day but I'll keep this post of normal length (which is still long). So now I feel tired at 10:30pm which is a good thing since I'll need to wake up early tomorrow and then start school the day after. I seriously don't want to start school. I'm so scared of being social at school.

So this morning was the start of Year 11 viet! Woohoo! Not really. Even though we have a nice teacher, everything is so strict and difficult. A test every three weeks and if you miss one of them without a notice of absence, then you literally fail year 11. So me and my friends were totally petrified about the high standards this was. Worst of all, I think we may have formed a rivalry between us and the people who came over from the afternoon class (because there's not enough people). Now let me tell you that we suck, and they kick our ass. It was a lot different to the other dud of a teacher we had last year where I was just texting another person constantly and not doing any work. I need to study before I fail my first test. I'm screwed. I feel like such a failure.

Then was tutor. I totally regret wearing sweatpants on a 32 degree day. Mainly because it was cold in the house this morning and I couldn't really find any shorts to wear. But after melting I did the science test (which was postponed to this week). It was good, if we weren't given so much generous revision we would have failed. So now I'm actually doing the homework for today right now (I have finally not left it until the last minute! I don't think I've ever done that before) because I'm so bored.

Then at home was the usual: youtube, facebook, blah blah and then I actually decided to do a wad of homework. I'm so proud of myself. Someone should give me a medal! But then again, I've got tons of other things to do after this. I should go plan on how to study at school this year. I was really lazy last year and just winged everything (and still got A's because I'm that talented). Being my inner nerd, I wish class was just books and exercise books and pens and pencils and writing. I find it so traditional and intellectual. There's nothing more than showing a book full of your best handwriting. I love stationery. Maybe a bit too much. I'm a guy so you just might as well call me a girl since I relate to them more than I can with guys. I live a sad life.

So the morals are:
• Rambling on about your day is probably boring to most people
• A vietnamese person doing vietnamese for a vce subject? Nothing can go wrong! Well, I am living proof that everything can go wrong. I feel so ashamed of my lack of heritage.
• Check the weather before wearing sweat pants.
• Doing homework feels good! Until you get bored and start going on facebook and youtube and other time wasting websites. Well, I shouldn't call them time wasting because they don't really waste my time cause enjoy it.

epiphany no. 12

Came home at 5pm. It's 8pm now and I told myself I was going to do homework as soon as I got home. I realise that I'm am more lazy than I think I am. And I already have low standards of myself.

day: thirty four

My hectic schedule has finally started. I'm going to be quite tired. I guess I should really stop staying up like I did last year. Let's just say I was sort of a mess last year. Today wasn't so bad though!

So after waking up at 12 (I know, I still need to improve my sleeping patterns) and preparing for the busy day, I went to drop off my blazer at the dry-cleaners. Luckily I'm able to pick it up again on Saturday! Then straight to guitar lessons!

Then off to get my hair cut and get my eyes checked! It's good nobody notices the haircut (mainly because they haven't seen me for over a month) and my eyes are still good as last year, considering I've been staring at the computer screen for a excessive amount of time. I also got a scientific calculator for my chemistry studies (because my oh-so-smart school made me buy a different one in Year 7).

Then was lifeguard. Not everyone was back because they probably couldn't be stuffed but today was way too tiring. Warm ups then just swimming for the whole hour. At least I'm getting fitter, I think. I'm so tired.

Better be doing my homework before I die tomorrow! So here are the morals:
• I'm tired
• If your eyes stayed the same since last year, that means you can keep doing whatever you did last year, which for me was going on the computer night and day!
• Swimming is the only exercise I am willing to do. Except for the walk to and from the toilet and the computer.

endeavour day four

• Got my blazer to the dry cleaners, gonna pick it up tomorrow
• Finally starting my hectic schedule, tutor, music lessons, blah blah
• Better revise for my science test tomorrow
• Gonna mentally prepare for VCE viet tomorrow

epiphany no. 11

There are two people. People who staple straight and people who staple on a 45 degree angle. I am one of the latter and cannot comprehend why someone would staple like the previous method.

day: thirty three

A pretty draining day today. I really need to wake up earlier since waking up at 2pm isn't ideal when school is starting the week after. I've practically slept past school (minus one hour). I should now start to limit the length of my posts since I'm posting about 3 times daily and also the fact that school is almost here. Blame school.

So after going into dad's room and setting the timer to record "Friends". I really miss watching that show. But anyways, I went to make some brownies! It's only a mix, I didn't make it from scratch because I'm bad at cooking and I'm lazy to get ingredients. And so I fit in a quick shower in that 30 minutes and came back to quickly game on my computer. My brownies burnt a little because I didn't realise my tray was too big. Flat, half-burnt brownies. Yum.

So then was tutor and there was a new girl. So that makes four. So the other three were doing beginner stuff while I was doing a test. I felt relatively smart being ahead of everyone but chances are that the guy from Melbourne High and the two VCE girls are probably way smarter than me. I'll just savour my happiness for now.

So here are the morals:
• You better wake up earlier before you end up rocking to school late and looking like a monster
• Using a pre-made cake mix and failing is a good indication of your cooking skills
• Savour the moment when you're first, everyone will catch up to you sooner or later

endeavour day three

• Tutor today: did an open book test. 
• At least I did some homework today
• Gonna get my blazer dry-cleaned soon (which means wearing my summer uniform: something that I haven't worn since year 7)
• I should get my work experience stuff sorted out
• I should read my english books for this year, there's only 3 or 4 days left until school starts again

epiphany no. 10

Spiders make me think about my life. Whether to man up or to marry a woman who isn't so arachnophobic. It's a difficult decision anyway.

day: thirty two

I'll be having a sleepless night tonight. Being in the immediate proximity of a big hairy spider sure gets you paranoid with everything. If guns were legal in Australia then I'd keep one especially for spiders. Then make friends with a pest exterminator so s/he can do my monthly pest extermination routine for free. I have life planned out in the weirdest ways.

So today I went over to my friend's house and it was uneventful. I mean, uneventful when compared to what you see on soap tv shows. They're hardly realistic when I think about it. But all in all I guess I had fun. It was a bit of a bummer trying to fix his laptop in a desperate attempt to show him a game. I guess I had more fun due to the circumstances I've been through.

Okay, now I'm seeing imaginary spiders everywhere. I'm officially paranoid. But nonetheless, I planned on making some brownies today but I was too fixated on my computer to bake anything. I should make it early tomorrow then and be super productive. I still haven't done any homework so I'm determined to do some work tomorrow afternoon.

At least I took an interest in playing piano again. Let's just say that I've been listening to songs to relieve my emotions. I really want to be able to play piano and sing at the same time. It should be one of my goals! I feel music-y again this time of the year. But then again I'll probably slack off and do no practice. I'm sad.

So the morals of today are:
• You know you're truly arachnophobic when you decide not to sleep anymore once seeing one
• Soap tv shows leave you with a bitter disappointment about how boring life is
• I say I will be determined, come tomorrow and all that motivation went to lala land
• People who are artistically and musically better than you will make you feel talentless.

endeavor day two

Well, today I tried looking for work experience with a friend. No results, sadly.
At least I woke up at 10:30 today? I need to sleep earlier...