Soooo guys... I know, I know... It's been a while... And to be perfectly honest with you; I don't really have a good enough explanation to save myself! I think it just comes down to laziness, tiredness, and busy-ness.
Wow... I left you at the beginning of Week 5 of Term 4... Well, let's just say I am way beyond that now so we have a lot of catching up to do!!!
Let's be frank here, the rest of Week 5 was spent doing school work, which sucks, therefore I do not need to elaborate there. I will say that in out last Chemistry lesson, our teacher put Sodium into Water after much begging and whining from us. Unfortunately, there was no Potassium, but the Sodium created enough fireworks to keep us happy! :)
Week 6 was our last exam block ever. On the Monday, I had (from memory) a Biology test and the English written assignment due. The Biology test I think I did well in (I have not received any results back except for Maths because I forgot...), and the English assignment I have no idea; but I like to think I am quite capable with the language, so I'm sure I did fine.
The next day I had my Maths B exam, and Physics oral assignment due.
I got my results back for my Maths B exam and I'm pretty sure I got C+/B- which is the best I have done in Maths over the two years... Too bad it was in the last term when it didn't count! =.= As for the Physics, well... I don't think I did that great. Let's face it. I handed in five pages, compared to everyone else who had 17+. But, I passed in the end regardless!
Wednesday I stayed home... Most likely procrastinating as I always do. Thursday involved me working six hours straight on my Chemistry assignment from start to finish. Resulting in over 6,000 words, and an exhausted [Miss Invisible] riding to school and handing it in last minute much to my teacher's distress. The end of the day consisted of me walking home with [Riot!] which was a lot nicer than half sprinting there...
Friday was a much appreciated day off which I spent playing The Sims 2... Like the awesome person I am ;D The weekend was a quiet one, spent mostly mentally preparing myself for my final week of school (EVER!) which was upon me...
And there it was! My final week of school... The Monday was spent walking to a local restaurant where we were to have our Valedictory Dinner that night. For those confused, a VD is a night of celebration for just the Year 12s and their families. We were given our awards (if we had achieved any), had dinner, socialised, sung a Phil Collins song, took photos, laughed, and for some of us; cried... That was the night I learnt that I had not achieved the Creative Arts Award. Now... This was the award that I had been working towards all year. Instead, a Year 9 girl got it. I've never been a big fan of this girl (perhaps because I knew she was my competition?), and to find out she had gotten the award and not me; was completely devastating...
Tuesday was spent at the Logan Entertainment Centre rehearsing the Night of Celebration. basically the same thing as the VD, except we didn't have dinner, and it was the rest of the school as well! Well, not exactly... Because our school is now at that 'awkward' size where we had to cut years from the night. It ended up only being Years 6, 9, 11 and 12 that were presented... From memory. Award winners were also presented.
Wednesday the Year 12s headed to the beach on the Gold Coast. The surf was refreshing, the lunch was mediocre but nice enough, and we were all in relatively high spirits. Then [Macca] had to bring out a little service for us, which ended in the handing out of letters our parents had written to us to read that day. I am most certainly not going to write what was written in that letter on here, but I will reveal that it made me start bawling at the second line; and continued right until the end, with a few giggles here and there with whatever funny line my Dad inserted. Halfway through reading, I looked up and saw a flock of seagulls chilling around me which made me confused, entertained, and partially comforted (somehow); and I'm pretty sure I was the last to head back to the main area as all I could do was sit under a tree, cry and think about what my parents had said to me.
Ahem, I should move on...
So yeah, in the past three days so far, I had successfully managed to bawl my eyes out... All three days. I was quite emotionally drained at this point and wondering how on earth I would get through the other two days.
Thankfully, Thursday was spent at Dreamworld! There wasn't many people there, so the lines were nice and short, which made it even more amazing! From memory we managed to go on the Mick Doohan, The Claw (Yes! My dear husband [Phantomess] helped me conquer my fear with this one... So grateful now!), The Log Ride (which consisted of [Tenuto Tuo], [Phantomess] and myself sitting in the boat and splashing each other until we were completely drenched before the ride had even started... The guy at the end of the ride looked quite surprised at how wet we were and the childish, slightly maniacal, laughter that was coming from us. So. Worth. It.), The Runaway Reptar (which the name has now changed to I have no idea what, because it appears that Nickelodeon has nothing to do with Dreamworld anymore), The Merry-Go-Round (Hell yeah we did! [Clearly Unfocused] and I spotted it on the way to the Stingray ride and immediately told everyone we should go on it. The lady was nice and joked along with us about the ride being too adrenaline-filled, but it was so simple and fun that it was nice! I mean, it was our last chance to do it as students!!!), (Oh and the Stingray ride with [Clearly Unfocused] and I was a tradition that we just had to do. I need not fill in what that is to you, fellow readers ^.^), and we also went on the River Rapids multiple, MULTIPLE times. Another tradition of the groups. It is the best ride at Dreamworld in our eyes, and always will be.
That night I, annoyingly, had work; but overall the day was amazing. Every day of the last week was, but Dreamworld, was one of the best by far! Oh, and I forgot to mention that I saw an old primary school flame there... I shall call him [LongTie], but I walked past him a couple of times wondering if I should say "hi" or not, but was too chicken in the end... That evening he posted on my wall asking where I was as he didn't see me, and I literally kicked myself at not having the balls to go up to him, but what's done is done I guess.
The last day of school...
We arrived at the Senior campus of our school to catch a bus to our Junior one to have our first ceremony there. Our oldest residing students gave speeches, Prep's came up to us and gave us presents and shook our hands with their tiny ones, we were serenaded and had the violins play for us; and finally, we walked down the "snake", out of the school for good. For those confused, the 'snake' is pretty much as it sounds... A snake made of tiles winding it's way through the courtyard. A tradition for graduating Year 12s is to walk along the snake, through the clapping years going from Prep up to 5; occasionally hugging ones we know and high-fiving others. And, of course, bawling our eyes out in the process.
We then headed back to the Senior campus for our major ceremony there. Teacher's gave speeches, the band myself and my group play in played Mamma Mia for the last time (tears were had), and then I got up to sing Nickelback's 'Photograph' (with editted lyrics to suit the situation more). What did the tech crew tell me? "There's no music". NO MUSIC?! * Cue hyperventilation*. Eventually, I somewhat gathered myself, and sang A Capella. I had printed a whole heap of photographs for my fellow grads to look through as I was singing, and I stopped multiple times due to choking up. At first it was due to sheer nerves (I was about to clinically insane), but as I warmed into the song it was more emotion that choked me up. I didn't sound as good as I hoped I would, but I got through it, and received multiple compliments, hugs and thank you's afterward, so I wasn't complaining.
Afterwards the Year 12s made our way down the hill (Junior campus snake style), stopping and hugging more people; and eventually made our way into the Library where there was a beautiful cake made by a fellow grad's Mum, we signed each other's shirts/year books, [Clearly Unfocused] and [Old Man] had made us a power point with memories, and I handed out my Christmas pressies to a handful of favoured teachers.
[Tenuto Tuo] and I then headed to the local shopping centre to have lunch, when we ran into [Clearly Unfocused] and [Old Man]. We joined them at Toscani's where [GoJo] and another grad could also be seen eating. Later on, those two went on to get piercings, which they proudly showed off. After lunch, we all finally headed home and I crashed onto my bed; physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.
After a lazy Saturday, came Sunday morning; driving down to Caloundra for Schoolies! Now now... For those of you who have heard about the Schoolies based in Surfer's Paradise, QLD; don't fret! My group and I are nothing like that. We prefer to remember all the stupid things we do! Besides, we act drunk enough without even needing to touch the stuff! ;D
Ahhh Schoolies... I miss it so much already! It was an amazing week! Some days were spent at the beach being pounded by the waves, or just sitting in the shallow water rolling around and being "beached as broo"; and other days were spent lazing around our holiday house. Most of those days included eating pretty much 24/7 (pretty sure there wasn't an hour that went by without us raiding the pantry or fridge), playing Twister (interesting stuff happened there...), singing karaoke (with our de-LIGHT-full voices; it was amazing, jus' sayin'), staying up past midnight watching [vs49688] play F.E.A.R. 2, cooking four packets of two-minute noodles to barely have any because it tasted so bad; so they were thrown in a bush in the backyard and are most likely still there, making Sims - matching them as closely to the group as possible, and crashing on the couch (or floor in [vs49688]'s case). We went shopping, had a BBQ, made interesting meals for dinner, played a heck of a lot of Halo, watched a fair amount of Eurovision, had chicken nuggets for breakfast, had nowhere near enough sleep, and... The Game of Truth. This! Was ultimately one of the best parts of the week. Seven people gathered in a lounge room, though awkward at first, eventually spilling any secrets/hardships/fears they were willing to share (which ended up being most between us) with no shame or judgement. [vs49688]'s emotional, classical music was playing in the background - encouraging even more tears to flow. If I am going to remember my friends for anything, it would be that night. The trust and love that brought us so tightly together was breath taking and truly moving. That night made me truly realise how much these guys mean to me and how I never EVER want to lose contact with them.
Well... The week after Schoolies was spent at home. Pretty much every day. It was nice, lazy and relaxing.
Tuesday [Carl] came over. We watched The Lion King and danced to Nickelback's new album (the songs in this album are so amazing! I can't get enough!!!). It was fun, but in the end it was inevitable that things would get awkward. He dropped me off at school for my last Chamber Singers rehearsal before things got too awkward, but that night and the following day things were iffy between us. A small fight occurred between us, and we are now not talking. I didn't incur it. In fact, I don't think either of us incurred it. He has just stopped coming online, and I just ended up blocking him so I wouldn't keep having the urge to see if he's online or not. (It's a habitual thing).
Wednesday night I went to the Christmas Carol evening that my school held, in which I was performing in with Choir, Chamber Singers, and the band. The night, overall, was up and down. I spent time with [Riot!] which is always fun, but an issue arose which caused me to grow upset - which was not helped when [Carl] was continually coming up to me (we were still talking at this point) asking me what was wrong (of which I could not explain to him) and complaining to me about his stomach ache (I am not heartless, I was just too distressed to care about his issues at that point).
All the other days have been lazy, at home, playing a game of Cluedo with the sister at one point, walking to the fish and chip shop at another, a work shift somewhere in there. Until today when I headed over to [Riot!]'s house for a swim, and a song session ^.^ There is nothing wrong with belting out the lyrics to For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore, even though the lyrics may not totally match the situation... :P
Sooo... I have other things on my mind, but I shall leave that for tomorrow's blog perhaps. I have written enough here and caught y'all up on everything that has happened in my totes-awesome life; so that will do for now! I apologise a thousand times over for any of you devoted readers who have felt lost without my words for the past couple of months! Heh. ^.^
Oh, and GUYS GUESS WHAT!? I am in the process of beginning to write a fanfic! :D! It will be based on the online game I play and the movie Stardust, so who knows what it will turn out like... But I am keen to put my beautiful describing words to use to form what will hopefully be a pretty awesome story! :) If I feel like it, I may post chapters on here as I write them; but I can't promise anything right now.
~You call to me, and I fall at your feet. How could anyone ask for more?~
Wow... I left you at the beginning of Week 5 of Term 4... Well, let's just say I am way beyond that now so we have a lot of catching up to do!!!
Let's be frank here, the rest of Week 5 was spent doing school work, which sucks, therefore I do not need to elaborate there. I will say that in out last Chemistry lesson, our teacher put Sodium into Water after much begging and whining from us. Unfortunately, there was no Potassium, but the Sodium created enough fireworks to keep us happy! :)
Week 6 was our last exam block ever. On the Monday, I had (from memory) a Biology test and the English written assignment due. The Biology test I think I did well in (I have not received any results back except for Maths because I forgot...), and the English assignment I have no idea; but I like to think I am quite capable with the language, so I'm sure I did fine.
The next day I had my Maths B exam, and Physics oral assignment due.
I got my results back for my Maths B exam and I'm pretty sure I got C+/B- which is the best I have done in Maths over the two years... Too bad it was in the last term when it didn't count! =.= As for the Physics, well... I don't think I did that great. Let's face it. I handed in five pages, compared to everyone else who had 17+. But, I passed in the end regardless!
Wednesday I stayed home... Most likely procrastinating as I always do. Thursday involved me working six hours straight on my Chemistry assignment from start to finish. Resulting in over 6,000 words, and an exhausted [Miss Invisible] riding to school and handing it in last minute much to my teacher's distress. The end of the day consisted of me walking home with [Riot!] which was a lot nicer than half sprinting there...
Friday was a much appreciated day off which I spent playing The Sims 2... Like the awesome person I am ;D The weekend was a quiet one, spent mostly mentally preparing myself for my final week of school (EVER!) which was upon me...
And there it was! My final week of school... The Monday was spent walking to a local restaurant where we were to have our Valedictory Dinner that night. For those confused, a VD is a night of celebration for just the Year 12s and their families. We were given our awards (if we had achieved any), had dinner, socialised, sung a Phil Collins song, took photos, laughed, and for some of us; cried... That was the night I learnt that I had not achieved the Creative Arts Award. Now... This was the award that I had been working towards all year. Instead, a Year 9 girl got it. I've never been a big fan of this girl (perhaps because I knew she was my competition?), and to find out she had gotten the award and not me; was completely devastating...
Tuesday was spent at the Logan Entertainment Centre rehearsing the Night of Celebration. basically the same thing as the VD, except we didn't have dinner, and it was the rest of the school as well! Well, not exactly... Because our school is now at that 'awkward' size where we had to cut years from the night. It ended up only being Years 6, 9, 11 and 12 that were presented... From memory. Award winners were also presented.
Wednesday the Year 12s headed to the beach on the Gold Coast. The surf was refreshing, the lunch was mediocre but nice enough, and we were all in relatively high spirits. Then [Macca] had to bring out a little service for us, which ended in the handing out of letters our parents had written to us to read that day. I am most certainly not going to write what was written in that letter on here, but I will reveal that it made me start bawling at the second line; and continued right until the end, with a few giggles here and there with whatever funny line my Dad inserted. Halfway through reading, I looked up and saw a flock of seagulls chilling around me which made me confused, entertained, and partially comforted (somehow); and I'm pretty sure I was the last to head back to the main area as all I could do was sit under a tree, cry and think about what my parents had said to me.
Ahem, I should move on...
So yeah, in the past three days so far, I had successfully managed to bawl my eyes out... All three days. I was quite emotionally drained at this point and wondering how on earth I would get through the other two days.
Thankfully, Thursday was spent at Dreamworld! There wasn't many people there, so the lines were nice and short, which made it even more amazing! From memory we managed to go on the Mick Doohan, The Claw (Yes! My dear husband [Phantomess] helped me conquer my fear with this one... So grateful now!), The Log Ride (which consisted of [Tenuto Tuo], [Phantomess] and myself sitting in the boat and splashing each other until we were completely drenched before the ride had even started... The guy at the end of the ride looked quite surprised at how wet we were and the childish, slightly maniacal, laughter that was coming from us. So. Worth. It.), The Runaway Reptar (which the name has now changed to I have no idea what, because it appears that Nickelodeon has nothing to do with Dreamworld anymore), The Merry-Go-Round (Hell yeah we did! [Clearly Unfocused] and I spotted it on the way to the Stingray ride and immediately told everyone we should go on it. The lady was nice and joked along with us about the ride being too adrenaline-filled, but it was so simple and fun that it was nice! I mean, it was our last chance to do it as students!!!), (Oh and the Stingray ride with [Clearly Unfocused] and I was a tradition that we just had to do. I need not fill in what that is to you, fellow readers ^.^), and we also went on the River Rapids multiple, MULTIPLE times. Another tradition of the groups. It is the best ride at Dreamworld in our eyes, and always will be.
That night I, annoyingly, had work; but overall the day was amazing. Every day of the last week was, but Dreamworld, was one of the best by far! Oh, and I forgot to mention that I saw an old primary school flame there... I shall call him [LongTie], but I walked past him a couple of times wondering if I should say "hi" or not, but was too chicken in the end... That evening he posted on my wall asking where I was as he didn't see me, and I literally kicked myself at not having the balls to go up to him, but what's done is done I guess.
The last day of school...
We arrived at the Senior campus of our school to catch a bus to our Junior one to have our first ceremony there. Our oldest residing students gave speeches, Prep's came up to us and gave us presents and shook our hands with their tiny ones, we were serenaded and had the violins play for us; and finally, we walked down the "snake", out of the school for good. For those confused, the 'snake' is pretty much as it sounds... A snake made of tiles winding it's way through the courtyard. A tradition for graduating Year 12s is to walk along the snake, through the clapping years going from Prep up to 5; occasionally hugging ones we know and high-fiving others. And, of course, bawling our eyes out in the process.
We then headed back to the Senior campus for our major ceremony there. Teacher's gave speeches, the band myself and my group play in played Mamma Mia for the last time (tears were had), and then I got up to sing Nickelback's 'Photograph' (with editted lyrics to suit the situation more). What did the tech crew tell me? "There's no music". NO MUSIC?! * Cue hyperventilation*. Eventually, I somewhat gathered myself, and sang A Capella. I had printed a whole heap of photographs for my fellow grads to look through as I was singing, and I stopped multiple times due to choking up. At first it was due to sheer nerves (I was about to clinically insane), but as I warmed into the song it was more emotion that choked me up. I didn't sound as good as I hoped I would, but I got through it, and received multiple compliments, hugs and thank you's afterward, so I wasn't complaining.
Afterwards the Year 12s made our way down the hill (Junior campus snake style), stopping and hugging more people; and eventually made our way into the Library where there was a beautiful cake made by a fellow grad's Mum, we signed each other's shirts/year books, [Clearly Unfocused] and [Old Man] had made us a power point with memories, and I handed out my Christmas pressies to a handful of favoured teachers.
[Tenuto Tuo] and I then headed to the local shopping centre to have lunch, when we ran into [Clearly Unfocused] and [Old Man]. We joined them at Toscani's where [GoJo] and another grad could also be seen eating. Later on, those two went on to get piercings, which they proudly showed off. After lunch, we all finally headed home and I crashed onto my bed; physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.
After a lazy Saturday, came Sunday morning; driving down to Caloundra for Schoolies! Now now... For those of you who have heard about the Schoolies based in Surfer's Paradise, QLD; don't fret! My group and I are nothing like that. We prefer to remember all the stupid things we do! Besides, we act drunk enough without even needing to touch the stuff! ;D
Ahhh Schoolies... I miss it so much already! It was an amazing week! Some days were spent at the beach being pounded by the waves, or just sitting in the shallow water rolling around and being "beached as broo"; and other days were spent lazing around our holiday house. Most of those days included eating pretty much 24/7 (pretty sure there wasn't an hour that went by without us raiding the pantry or fridge), playing Twister (interesting stuff happened there...), singing karaoke (with our de-LIGHT-full voices; it was amazing, jus' sayin'), staying up past midnight watching [vs49688] play F.E.A.R. 2, cooking four packets of two-minute noodles to barely have any because it tasted so bad; so they were thrown in a bush in the backyard and are most likely still there, making Sims - matching them as closely to the group as possible, and crashing on the couch (or floor in [vs49688]'s case). We went shopping, had a BBQ, made interesting meals for dinner, played a heck of a lot of Halo, watched a fair amount of Eurovision, had chicken nuggets for breakfast, had nowhere near enough sleep, and... The Game of Truth. This! Was ultimately one of the best parts of the week. Seven people gathered in a lounge room, though awkward at first, eventually spilling any secrets/hardships/fears they were willing to share (which ended up being most between us) with no shame or judgement. [vs49688]'s emotional, classical music was playing in the background - encouraging even more tears to flow. If I am going to remember my friends for anything, it would be that night. The trust and love that brought us so tightly together was breath taking and truly moving. That night made me truly realise how much these guys mean to me and how I never EVER want to lose contact with them.
Well... The week after Schoolies was spent at home. Pretty much every day. It was nice, lazy and relaxing.
Tuesday [Carl] came over. We watched The Lion King and danced to Nickelback's new album (the songs in this album are so amazing! I can't get enough!!!). It was fun, but in the end it was inevitable that things would get awkward. He dropped me off at school for my last Chamber Singers rehearsal before things got too awkward, but that night and the following day things were iffy between us. A small fight occurred between us, and we are now not talking. I didn't incur it. In fact, I don't think either of us incurred it. He has just stopped coming online, and I just ended up blocking him so I wouldn't keep having the urge to see if he's online or not. (It's a habitual thing).
Wednesday night I went to the Christmas Carol evening that my school held, in which I was performing in with Choir, Chamber Singers, and the band. The night, overall, was up and down. I spent time with [Riot!] which is always fun, but an issue arose which caused me to grow upset - which was not helped when [Carl] was continually coming up to me (we were still talking at this point) asking me what was wrong (of which I could not explain to him) and complaining to me about his stomach ache (I am not heartless, I was just too distressed to care about his issues at that point).
All the other days have been lazy, at home, playing a game of Cluedo with the sister at one point, walking to the fish and chip shop at another, a work shift somewhere in there. Until today when I headed over to [Riot!]'s house for a swim, and a song session ^.^ There is nothing wrong with belting out the lyrics to For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore, even though the lyrics may not totally match the situation... :P
Sooo... I have other things on my mind, but I shall leave that for tomorrow's blog perhaps. I have written enough here and caught y'all up on everything that has happened in my totes-awesome life; so that will do for now! I apologise a thousand times over for any of you devoted readers who have felt lost without my words for the past couple of months! Heh. ^.^
Oh, and GUYS GUESS WHAT!? I am in the process of beginning to write a fanfic! :D! It will be based on the online game I play and the movie Stardust, so who knows what it will turn out like... But I am keen to put my beautiful describing words to use to form what will hopefully be a pretty awesome story! :) If I feel like it, I may post chapters on here as I write them; but I can't promise anything right now.
~You call to me, and I fall at your feet. How could anyone ask for more?~
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