A Sizzling Rage

"WHAT ABOUT THE CHICKENS?!?!?!"

Hi guys :3

The first line was a quote from the hilarious Carl Barron by the way. That night was so much fun! We went to Sizzler for dinner, headed over to the beloved QPAC to listen to a jazz band play, before heading into the Lyric Theatre for an hour and a half with no laughing break! I think the maximum amount of time I went without laughing was... One minute? And that was because I physically couldn't laugh at that point my stomach and face hurt that much. I was sitting there in pain, but still in a laughing fit. It was an interesting site let me tell ya...

So, uhm, guys... I set myself the entire weekend (just gone) to work on my three assignments, right? So what did I do..? Go on Facebook, MSN, and listen to music the entire time... I did a teensy bit of Chemistry and opened up websites for English. But that was the extent of it. For some reason my brain just would not switch on or get even the tiniest bit motivated to work. It's never been this bad before! Usually, in the end, I can always muster up something to do some form of work;but not this time.

But it hasn't even fazed me one bit really. That's another concerning thing. It is clear that the sight of the finish line is powerfully demotivating. Oh, and the lovely inboxes I received from one of [Carl]'s friends on the weekend.

I have pretty much never spoken to this girl in my life. Ever. The last time we 'spoke' was another hateful inbox sent from her to me. Most of these inboxes involve the overuse of the word 'slut' and multiple swear words, and is to do with how I 'stuff' up everyone's life and how I'm mentally 'stuffed' up etc. My assumption both times is that she is referring to the current situation [Carl] and I are in. Which, in this current case, makes absolutely no sense.

I am not affecting her in anyway, and [Carl] and I are now broken up and happily friends... So what issue does she have with me? Clearly a big one because she continues to inbox me calling me pathetic for not replying or going to [Carl] in an attempt to make her stop messaging me. I haven't done a thing to her, and I am just being the stronger one not replying to her, but the thing is... Every time I see my Facebook tab saying "Facebook (1)" I feel a rush of terror flood through me because I instantly worry if it's another inbox from her.

To be honest, it just irritates me that she thinks she can talk to me like that. Then again, she only tends to do these inboxes when she is drunk. Yeah. She drinks a lot and does the most stupid of things when she's drunk. But does she learn? Of course not. But that's not my problem.

I'm trying not to be nasty to her, but it's hard to be nice or "see the nice traits in her" when she hasn't given me an opportunity to see anything nice. The only experiences I've had with her have been negative. And I, for one, am sick of copping everything from [Carl]'s girl friends who feel that they HAVE to run and tell him absolutely anything or everything [Riot!] and I do. I am not doing anything wrong. [Carl] doesn't care/want to hear it. So What. Is. The. Point?

Moving on...

Today marks the first day of Week 5 of Term 4... EVER! I have only three weeks left! Woo! LOL JOKES I still have three assignments and two exams... =.= I'm actually kinda worried about the exams only because nothing is sinking in... Well, Biology I generally understand the stuff, but none of it is really staying with me once I leave the classroom... And Maths... Oh Maths... How I dislike thee so. I just don't understand it.

The Chemistry assignment is boring me... It's alternative sources of energy! =.= The Physics assignment is alright, I guess. It's just that I know that there are a lot of calculations that are going to be involved... And the English assignment is just annoying. I mean, I chose the topic (deforestation of the Mabira rain forest in Uganda) so it interests me, but the genre is irritating and I'm feeling pressure from [Noodleton] to get a good grade because supposedly I'm "on the cusp" of B+/A- even though I've gotten one B+ this year, two A's and the rest A-'s. But it's "all about the criteria" supposedly. Sometimes when I feel pressured though, it makes me kinda shut down and not do the work. Which really isn't good! :P


Well... I don't feel as though there is any more to add currently and I have assignments to do, so I end my post here.


~Give us life again, cause we just wanna be whole~

Music and Ice-Cream and Pain, Oh My!

Guys... I strongly suggest y'all listen to a group called VersaEmerge. Especially the song Fixed At Zero. [Riot!] introduced me to them and, though I have only found two songs of theirs that I like so far, they are quite good and the music is interestingly different. Well, at least I think it is!

ANYWHO!

I must talk about this because the cheesiness of it is literally bursting out of me...
My boss and his wife are one of the most adorable couples I have ever seen! :3

When at work, I constantly see [Boss] give his wife adoring looks or she's feeding him food at random points... Even when they are fighting, it doesn't last long because it instantly diffuses between them!

#Random note# They want to open an ice cream / lolly shop! Asdfghjkl. They are so awesome o.O

Anyways... They got me in the mood where I stare glassy-eyed off into the distance thinking about things I would love to have in a relationship and stuff like that... Ya know. A girly thing to do :P
BUT I shall not go into that, because A) I can't be bothered, and B) It's a lot to write, and C) It would probably bore the heck out of you! Heh.

So I was just casually on the phone to [Carl] the other night when Adelaide was brought up and I suddenly started crying and babbling on about the things I missed, why I missed it, etc. [Carl] took this as I hated being here in Queensland and didn't like meeting him, memories here, etc. Which made it worse. Which was great.

I am tempted to write about everything I miss on here too, but I won't for the same reasons as above ^.^ I just wanted to mention it because I needed a little venting about it... I've been feeling really reminiscent lately, which has resulted in a lot of mood swings. I mean, a lot... o.O

So ... I actually have no idea why I started this blog post! I guess I just wanted to vent about my boss and his wife, ehehe. Too cute...

Uhmmm. School's over soon. Three weeks in fact. I have barely started any assessment... My motivation is so bad right now... But can you blame meeee? Three weeks left! Ahhhhhh! I am soooo excited!
I am trying to only be excited, because I know I'm going to get all sentimental and cry on the last day, and I'll look like a mess... So to save me some embarrassment I will restrain myself to that one day to make a fool of myself!

We have to vote for the school leaders for next year... To be honest, I couldn't really care. I mean, I'm not here so why does it matter? Teacher's have double vote regardless. And, to be frank, the current Year 11's aren't the best bunch of kids to choose from. I mean, yes there are some good kids in there, but overall... The group is kinda worrying. Then again, Year 10 and 11 are looking better than Year 9 downwards... Man... Generation Y/Z scare me. Well the youngest of Generation Y I mean. Because everyone round my age is so much better! ;D

Listening to For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore. I love this song way too much... I have listened to it so many times, yet have not been bothered to listen to the lyrics as a whole and figure out the entire meaning of the song... Then again, I do that with most songs nowadays... I'm incredibly slack. :P
The line that usually strikes a chord in me with above said song is "I put my faith in you, so much faith, and then you, just threw it away".

No idea why to be perfectly honest with you. I guess it could be because you can sing it with so many different emotions and it would still apply. And I personally love adding emotion to a song when I sing it :3 Yeah... I have tons of fun haha.

So, I'm seeing Carl Barron tomorrow night at with [Carl] (LOL! THEY HAZ SAME NAME! Move on [Miss Invisible]...). I don't want to seem materialistic, but I am glad we stayed friends because we've had these tickets booked since April, and I really REALLY want to see him :3 When we broke up, his parents didn't want me to go and were going to look for someone else to go with, but he convinced them to let me go so... I mean, being around his parents is going to be awkward as heck, but still... CARL BARRON! WOO!
At least I know I'll always have his brother... No matter what happens between [Carl] and I, [Carl]'s brother will always be like my little brother. The annoying, funny, non-Aspergian brother I never had. :P We have inside jokes, and we get along really well which I like; but it has resulted in me adoring him and treating him as my own brother.

Woo! Domino by Jessie J! Heh. Sorry, I just really like this song. If I didn't have a sore throat I would be attempting to do those awesome high bits she does that I know are a lot more complicated than they seem. *Sigh* That is one thing irritating me at the moment. My throat. I mean... What the heck? I've had this for almost a year! I've tried antibiotics and the usual Betadine gargles... They normally work! But not this time...

I'm scared to go to the doctor's in case it's something insanely serious that could potentially involve needles or surgery or anything... I have never really had to go through much pain in my life. Never broken a bone, never done anything to serious to myself. Unfortunately, living this pain-free life has caused me to have an incredibly low pain-tolerance and a fear of anything surgical.
I know that I should go to the doctor, and I will... Eventually... Maybe after my assignments are due. I mean if I'm going to die or something, I may as well wait till I've finished my final assessments ever! :P

And I will finish this post here as it is almost break time, and I am hungry. Yes, I am writing this in a Chemistry class, but don't judge me. It's difficult to work on an assignment when the school's internet blocks most of the websites you actually need to complete it. =.=

~His blood is on your hands, now no one can save my heart...~

It's A Riot 'Round Here...

Just casually listening to The Lion King Musical, and failing at getting motivated to do my Chemistry assignment...

It seems that the more I tell myself to blog, the more I don't seem to do it... Hm. From now on I am going to try and not tell myself to blog as much as possible, and see how that goes! :3

Soooooo... The rest of the first week of my term was incredibly boring, and dragged on. That weekend I didn't really do anything either... YAY for boringness!!!

[Riot!] came back to school at the start of Week 2 loaded with presents for everybody (where the sudden generosity came from, I have no idea :P). That day I got (from him) two necklaces, a fan, a beautiful painting thing of a tiger, and The Sims 3. Funny story to that... I just so happen to already be getting it for Christmas! :P

You see... My mother hasn't been the best hider of late, so I stumbled across The Sims 3 and The Sims 3: World Adventures in the laundry cupboard. I found this while [Riot!] was in Thailand, so when he came back with it for me it was funnily awkward. But I still appreciate it, and will play it over Mum's ^.^ My sister can have the other one hehehe...
So all I have to do now is act all surprised at Christmas. Which is what I have to do with most of my presents every year anyway. Mum + presents = LOL!

Oh! That's right! I did do something the weekend before [Riot!] came back! (Excuse the shocking memory :P).
[Dancer] had her 16th birthday party!!! Happy belated birthday girl! Heh.

It was a masquerade/colour theme and I was given the colour red. My mask was ordered online and I wasn't as fond of it when I had it, and my dress was maybe a little too high cut for games such as balloon soccer... But Murder In The Dark has/will always be the best game ever invented! :D
So apart from having to go to work halfway through the party, 'twas good fun!

That reminds me... I has a job guise!

I applied for a kitchen hand position at the local restaurant by my place and was practically hired straight away. It's run by a family of people who speak both English and Hindi. So most of the time I'm casually (or hurriedly) doing dishes while hearing my boss behind me talking in Hindi while throwing in random English swear words in there. Ahhhhh, it's lots of fun to listen too :P But they're really nice as well, which is good. If I ever get any interesting work stories (unlikely) I will tell you guys! I don't care if you don't wanna know. 'Tis my blog bitchez.

The weekend after... I had another 16th masquerade party! This one consisted of more people, outside, lots of dancing and eating and general awkwardness at first. But the night turned out really well, and I had lots of fun. Especially on the ride home! [Riot!] would be nodding around about now...

Me + [Riot!] + [Riot!]'s friend's brother + [Riot!]'s friend's brother's girlfriend + awesome car + [Riot!]'s friend's brother's friend in another car = _______ <- Can't describe the awesomeness :3

Earlier that day I also got to spend time with [Riot!] walking around the local shopping centre fighting over what to get the birthday girl, running into people we know, annoying the heck out of each other, listening to music... You know. The usual! But it was really good because we hadn't seen each other in a fair while.
AND!
That same day was the very day that [Carl] finally came up to me and asked to break things off. Like, in his terms. Which made it the best day of my life! We've agreed to be friends, which I don't mind; it's good that way. I can't believe it finally happened! Yew!

School has been incredibly boring, but going by very quickly! o.O I mean... We only have four weeks left of Year 12 now! Two and a half weeks of work... It's insanity!

Anyways, this weekend just gone I was relatively busy. Friday night I worked an incredibly busy night. Saturday I cleaned my room (I don't think it had ever been that messy in it's life! It was pretty bad...), and then headed out with [Dancer], [Italy!], [Eliza], and [LongLegs] (Yes, I called you [LongLegs] heh) to curry for dinner. We talked, and laughed, and ate, and terrorised [SquishyEmzyTheWhore] (Not my nickname for her... It's [Riot!]s! They're friends) who works there. The rest of the night consisted of us walking home barefoot, almost picking up a toad ([Italy!]), almost stepping on a spider (me), getting honked at by a passing car, spooking at creepy shadows, and continually asking "Are we there yet?" "Is this your house?" "Is this your driveway / lightpost / dog / path?" ([LongLegs]). When we got back to [Dancer]'s house we crashed pretty quickly, then we woke up in the morning to watch Tangled and I got ready for the Brisbane Bands Festival where my band performed. We got a silver by the way! Quite proud of band this year... We did well.

After the BBF, I headed down to a local Jessica Mauboy concert with [Carl] and we had a generally good time. I was not jealous of [Phantomess] who was called into work (She works at the same place) and was told to hand out flyers to everyone there who were more interested in Jess than some random girl trying to give out flyers.

And so it is present day!

By the way guys, I am planning on writing some blog posts that don't just detail my life events, but I firstly need to keep up with those ones before I start writing the other ones :P The reason being is I don't want to bore people all the time. But I have absolutely no idea what I am going to blog about... Ideas anyone? :P Alas; I will figure it out one day!

SHOUTOUT TO: [LongLegs]! I know I said I'd blog about you, but I seriously don't know what to talk about..? When I find something to say about you I will write about it! I promise! :)

Until next time fellow symphony writers...

~And the drum beat carries on~

A Good Ol' Catch Up Rant

Hi guys! It has been awhile... But I've been surprisingly busy and Blogger was playing games, so I haven't had a chance till now.

I can't entirely remember where I left y'all so I'm just gonna wing it bitchez.

A couple of days after my Lunchtime -> Maths class meltdown I was meditating in RAVE class. No, I do not usually meditate; our teacher was teaching us methods of relaxation! Anyway, his method of meditation was relaxing... But it also brought up all the issues in my life right now so when we finished it left me in a bit of a sour mood. My teacher, of course, noticed this and requested I stay back after class. He's actually been pulling me aside a lot lately, which makes me realise just how much this is taking its toll in me, as I always used to be able to cover it up and was never really noticed.

So he pulled me aside and asked me what's wrong and I gave him a vague answer that was enough to get him asking questions about what I'm looking for in a guy. He asked questions like:

Are you looking for someone to care for you?

Are you looking for someone who wants you?

Are you looking for someone to make you feel special?

My answers to them were yes, and his reply to that?

'What I believe is, the reason why you are looking for these things is because you didn't receive enough of these things in your childhood, and you want these things, and are trying to make up for what you never really had, or felt you had' (Give or take a few words here and there).

That hit me, hard.

Not because it was a harsh thing to say or anything (quite to the contrary, he said it in the nicest way possible), but the fact that it was so true.

Growing up I always felt isolated from the world. Like I'd never truly fit in. And when my brother was born, I will admit myself to jealousy due to him receiving more attention because he was fully diagnosed, and I wasn't, meaning he could get help and I couldn't.

Before I met [Carl] I had gotten myself used to the thought that I would live the rest of my life on my own, and I was surprisingly okay with that at the time. Then [Carl] came along and gave me things which, at the time, I unknowingly craved! I loved every bit of it. I soaked it up! But I guess now I've gotten to the point where I've maybe had a bit too much? I mean... I had a life with what seemed like no care, or time spent on me; to having someone completely doting and loving. I'm not saying I didn't like that, because I did. I don't know. I guess I'm just trying to look for a medium maybe?

Anyways! After that, I had my last day of Term 3 and then two days later was my school formal. I actually didn't know how much I was looking forward to the formal, and how excited I was about it, until a couple of hours beforehand when my hair and makeup was all done up and ready to go.

The night, for me, was perfect! I couldn't imagine a better night. All the girls looked amazing, and all the guys looked incredible! The food was good, and the dancing was fun! I was surprised that my face wasn't torn in two with the amount of smiles I had to hold for the gazillions of photos that were being taken. Feeling like a celebrity is almost an understatement. Our limo driver was impressed and entertained with our 'Get Psyched Mix' which included a few classics such as; Hey Jude, I Wanna Be (500 Miles), Piano Man, You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth, Livin' On A Prayer, plus more...

And I felt pretty, for one of the first times in my life. I struggle seeing myself in that way, even though people compliment me here and there, so it was nice to be able to truly feel pretty for at least one night.

And then it was school holidays... I tried to get as much socialising in the first week as I could as most of the people I spend time with were going away in the second. The major outing for that week was going to the City with [Dancer], [Riot!], [Italy!], and [Singlet] ~Yeah, I ran out of ideas with [Singlet], but whatever~. We all caught up at the train station, and headed off from there. Eating chocolate, people watching, sitting on rocks talking, lying on the grass looking at a big shiny ball, eating ice cream, fighting over a newspaper, and basically just walked around. But I had a good time!

[Dancer] came over for a sleepover at one point where we played Mario Kart Wii, started learning a dance she choreographed for her party this weekend, began to craft devious plans, watched most of Easy A, and laughed into the early hours of the morning. I appreciated most of the time I spent with her during the holidays, because she was always there to talk to about anything; and she knows how to get me in a better mood, and even let a smile slip through. ^.^

Then before I knew it, everyone was gone. Most of them to Thailand actually (you lucky things), and I was left at home with not much to do. Well. Until a recently graduated student from my school contacted me. I shall call him [Sharpless]. So [Sharpless] contacted me and asked about having city in the lunch, and I jumped on the opportunity to get out of the house, though I was a bit apprehensive as I'd never met up with him outside of school before. But I went, and we had such a great time. He is an absolute nutter that one, but he made me laugh until my cheeks hurt, and walk until my legs were about ready to fall off... By the end of the day, I was truly happy and grateful because it was one of the most perfect days in my opinion with everything going on. Unfortunately, he's moving to Adelaide in only a few weeks so potential time to spend with him is short; at least until he comes back.

Two days later I, myself, was on a flight to Adelaide. I was to spend the weekend with my longest, and dearest, friend [Pinnuck!] to celebrate her 18th birthday. Getting up at 3.30 in the morning was no fun, and the plane trip there felt like it went on for hours! But as soon as I got there, [Pinnuck!] whisked me away and we went shopping together. The next day was the day of her party and it was filled with decorating, tying a streamer to her dog's collar and making her chase me around the place, playing The Game of Life, watching the footy (well she did, I went on Facebook instead ^.^ Can't stand the sport), and multiple trips to the shops to get any forgotten ingredients for food. And then the party began.

I'm pretty sure [Pinnuck!], myself and the kids were the only ones not drinking at the party. Now, for someone like me who has friends who are all younger and hasn't even hit 18 herself; it was a bit overwhelming at first. I don't drink, and I don't plan to for a fair while! But nobody was really 'wild' or anything, which was comforting. Except for [Pinnuck!]'s brother's friend. He had broken up with his girlfriend the same day and was drunk before the party had even started, and he has the same syndrome as me so he was very much in everyone's faces. He was still more entertaining than scary, or dangerous though. His cousin was there, and ... Yeah ... Let's just say he was the eye candy of the party. But the sweet thing was that, the entire night he was looking out for his cousin, making sure he had a good night after the break up. Believe me... I'm pretty sure he had a good night!

The party ended at around 1am when everyone had pretty much left except [Pinnuck!]'s brother's friends. They were sent home, much to all of our disappointment, and luckily [Pinnuck!] and I got to sleep through the morning after clean up! ^.^

I honestly can't remember what I did the next day which is frustrating, but I remember that on the last day we went down to Glenelg Beach which was exactly as I remember it, which I loved! We went shopping, had ice cream, and walked along the marina which was nice. Then we played a game for an hour so at [Pinnuck!]'s brother's friends place (yeah, the entertainingly drunk one), until we had to head back for dinner before I caught the flight back here.

Overall, it was a great weekend. The only thing I didn't like about it was when I had to leave... Going around the suburbs, I would literally smile or squeal with delight when I recognised a place/house/shop/road/etc. I miss Adelaide so much! It was my childhood home... I remember screaming and hating my parents when I found out we were moving... And nowadays all I hear is Mum complaining about how crap Queensland is... Great Mum, then why did you move here? The thing is, once you've moved to somewhere like Queensland, you can't go back to somewhere like Adelaide... The weather, road speed, and water differences are a massive adjustment.

But oh how I would love to be able to go down to Glenelg whenever I wanted again... To go to Tea Tree Plaza! Maybe even go down to the old swimming pool I used to go too... Oh! I would adore to go back to Adelaide to watch the Christmas pageant on TV. I have no idea if they still do it, but I sure hope they do... I remember looking forward to it every year, and dreaming of dressing up all pretty and being on one of those floats myself...

I miss having more family around me... I mean, sure, it's mainly my grandparents who now never see me unless I come down there way... But moving up here and having absolutely zero family or friends (at first) was hard... And for a 10 year old Asperger's to go through that kind of ordeal was tough. It changed me alright... For the worst. The path back from that one was long, painful, and still going...

It hurts when Mum keeps saying how crap Queensland is... It hurt to see her cry when we were leaving Adelaide because she already missed [Pinnuck!]'s Mum (her best friend). And for that moment, I couldn't understand. I couldn't understand why we moved. Why she ripped me away from my friends, and the life I was used too... Why she went away from her friends... Why!?! What happened? We moved to a place where Mum now has basically no friends whatsoever. At least no-one like [Pinnuck!]'s Mum... A place that is supposedly 'crap' according to her. A place where, yeah sure I grow up, mature, make friends, finally start making something of myself... But I could have done that in Adelaide... I don't know. I've now lived almost half my life here, so I'm quite used to it, and not really willing to leave the comfortable sunshine anytime soon... But at the same time, I have this massive ache in my heart for Adelaide. The mental torture I put myself through before, during, and after the move was insane...

So, ummm, yeah... The day after I came back from Adelaide I started my very last term of school ever. It's pretty average, ya know... All us year 12's want out and the teacher's are trying to get as much last minute learning in as possible ^.^ Except at the moment there are a fair few prac teachers and relief teachers around at the moment... I don't know who any of them are except for one Canadian lady, who gave me a headache within the first five minutes with her incredibly harsh accent! o.O

So I just finished Day 2 of Term 4, so there's not many stories to tell as yet... Except that [Riot!] is still currently on holiday in Thailand and I hate him very much for having pictures with tigers! :P Bitch better get me a good present to make me forgive you! ^.^ I'm kidding of course. I am not materialistic!

Just thought I'd let you guys know that at the end of the paragraph just above I had written 2,124 words. This is the equivalent that I have to write for my ExtEng assignment, except, I only have half for it so far and it's due Friday... Hmm... Then again, this is a lot easier to write ^.^


I have not much left to say now that I have caught y'all up, and besides, I'm sure you're all asleep reading this now! Ehehehe.


~We are broken, what must we do to restore~

Italia!

Buongiorno principessa!
Good morning princess!


So in English we're watching a movie called La Vita è Bella, which in English means Life is Beautiful. It has the most emotionally-attaching storyline, and it is, evidently, entirely in Italian. (Of course we have English subtitles).


Watching this movie has re-awakened (for the gazillionth time) my passion for the Italian language. I find the words so beautiful to pronounce and the accent just adorable! Especially from an eight year old boy.


Now every other time I get interested in learning Italian I tended to end up doing nothing about it... But this time, something stuck and thanks to the help of my linguistic friend [Tenuto Tuo] I now have CDs and a PDF file devoted to learning Italian! I actually haven't sat down and started the exercises and everything yet because I'm too hyped! Instead, I'm just skim reading and literally squealing with excitement whenever I come across certain topics or words... Don't judge me! I loves me some Italian!


Parla inglese? Of course you speak English. Unless you're Italian... ZOMG! If I had an Italian reader on here that would make my day...


Buonasera signore/signora/signorina! Grazie grazie!


Alright alright... I promise I won't talk in Italian... For the rest of this blog! :D


So, life took a bit of a turn for the worst on Thursday as [Carl] and I had a heated discussion at lunch. I'm not going to go into details, but it didn't end well at all. I held my own all through those hell-ish 40 minutes, but when I went down to my lockers and my dearest husband saw me, asked if I was okay, and hugged me; the tears came out of nowhere.


I didn't expect it at all! But it ended up being that instead of going to the first half of Maths, I spent the time with three of my girl friends and [Tenuto Tuo] explaining the situation and discussing options and what I should or shouldn't do. Thank goodness the Maths classes ended up being combined and were only watching Hot Rod, while the teacher's marked exams.


In the end, they suggested I go speak with one of the teachers I shall refer to as [Stirrer]. I give him this name because he stirs a lot of people up. For instance, inviting ex-teachers to our school formal because he needs 'buddies' to hang out with, even though he is bringing his girlfriend with him. This also means that the current teachers who took over their positions, feel uncomfortable with the idea of them being there. He also likes to stir up trouble with [Noodleton] out of dislike. Though the dislike between those two teachers is incredibly entertaining.


Anywho, I feel uncomfortable with the idea of talking to [Stirrer] because he has never taught me. I think he's said a total of two things to me. I can only remember one which was "[Miss Invisible], you really need to learn some breathing exercises or something", which was in reference to me hyperventilating and half growling at my Biology assignment.
Even when I'm in the room with all the other Year 12s, I never really get noticed or even looked at. He's always seeking out his own class to talk too, which in some ways it's fair enough! But yeah... I've never talked to him. Ever.


So for my friends to turn around and say that he's the best one to go too, I have my doubts but I can also see where they're coming from. There is absolutely no other teacher in the school I would dare go talk too due to multiple reasons depending on the teacher; and, from what I've heard, [Stirrer] has pretty much been through everything that is humanly possible for a teenager to experience. But yeah... I don't know. We'll see what I do.


Meanwhile... I shall be going to my school formal this very Sunday (not tomorrow) with [Carl] and dammit I'll have a good time! This is MY night, and although I don't exactly want my partner to be there; I'll work things out.


Pretty sure I should end the blog post here. I can't think of anything else to say, except to rant on more about Italian. I promised not to say anything more on it so I won't... >.<


P.S. Yes... My formatting failed again, so everything is highlighted in grey. I still don't know how to fix it!


~Learning Italian while listening to a Portuguese singer... Cause I'm a cool kid!~

Blessings and Curses

Okay so last blog I left you a week before sitting the QCS test. The decider. The test that all your schooling life has been leading up too!


What a disappointment...


Really, in the end I was more stressed about all the exams and assignments I had due after the test, than I was about the test itself... I mean, sure some parts of the test I was sitting there going "OMFGWTFBBQ!?!?!?!" but overall, it seemed more like I was going to school to procrastinate school work... I still don't feel as though I have sat the QCS test... Feels more like a practice!


I don't know if my view on this is a positive or negative thing, but who cares! It's over! Once this coming weeks exams and assignments are over, I will be a free woman. Actually no... I'll probably just go psycho! Though, that's nothing new...


Anyways! A couple of days ago I got my formal dress back from the fitters and I think I've fallen in love with it even more... I swear every time I see my dress, I fall even more in love. Don't know how it's possible, but it is! What's not to love about a dress that literally hugs your body, outlines every feature, and makes me look like I have boobs? Especially the last one... WINNING! For a girl who doesn't really have much, a dress that can do that was clearly sent from heaven! ^.^


I adore my formal shoes... But they're high heels. I've never really worn heels in my life... Definitely not ones these high. I love the height they give, and how comfortable they feel to my feet, but I can't walk in them yet... I've gotten some practice in, but I still have a lot of "HOLY *** GRAB SOMETHING NOW OR FALL OVER" moments... As entertaining as they may be, I prefer to not have any on the night ^.^


So... There are musicals coming to BrisVegas right? Right. Now... I want to go see these musicals, but I have absolutely ZERO moneys. This sucks Dick from Hotel Sorrento... How can I resist Anthony Warlow?!?!?! By having no money I guess... Still. I wish places would actually hire me so I can earn money so I can look at next year and have more reassurance when it comes to Uni, car, musicals, general spending money; than I do right now.


Currently watching the Riverfire on T.V... I wanna go see this for reals guise! :3 Along with other things... I really should stop wanting things that cost so much $$$. It can't possibly be healthy, and at this rate I am going to become considerably broke, very fast...


CAFFEINE!


I never liked caffeine... Now I especially don't as I'm doing it for my Chemistry assignment... No, I'm not taking it! I'm researching it... Geez.


I went to my local shopping centre with [Riot!] yesterday afternoon. Best afternoon I have had in sooo long! Lately I have had nothing in my life but exams, assignments, sickness, or upcoming QCS. Basically stress, stress, stress and more stress. As soon as I saw a free gap in my schedule I jumped on it and was so thankful I did! The afternoon was spent walking there, getting a drink, briefly looking in Sanity for potential Father's Day gifts, sitting outside talking and listening to music, eating, then walking home. It ended with us saying goodbye, Mum calling me 30 seconds (at 6pm) going hurry up we've booked a table at [MyFavRestaurant] for 6.30!!! So I then sprinted home, got changed and left the house again all within 3-4 minutes... When I got there I ended up having a small bowl of salad of dinner because I had had Subway earlier with [Riot!] because I didn't know we were going out for dinner... Oh well, easier on my parents pockets ^.^


But back to my initial reminiscing... To spend the afternoon with someone who means so very much to me, who can make me smile and stress-free, was amazing in every way. It reminded me of how much life will have to offer me once I have my P's, my own car, and I am out of school. I know this phrase is abused often but the world will literally be my oyster. No matter what OP I get back, I can still get where I want with the right amount of work. I will always have friends who support me and will be there for me no matter what! And, as scary as it can be to think about at times, I will be an individual. Be able to make my own decisions, be accountable for everything I do. I don't know how long I have been waiting for that, but to have it so close is almost unbearable! But worth the wait in the end.


To be honest, my life is a shambles right now. I'm having internal conflicts, friend conflicts, and relationship conflicts... This is one of the reasons why I cannot wait till I am 18 and out of school! I feel as though I will finally have a chance to take control of my life and tell people what I want, and how I want it! Rather than having people manipulate and control me and take advantage of me when I'm vulnerable.


Ahem, moving on... I am about to go watch the movie Rango as I haven't seen it yet! Catch you guys later!!!


~This heart, it beats, beats for only you~

Hold On Be Strong

"Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me..."


Oh, sorry ^.^ Please don't flatter yourself and think I was referring to you, because I wasn't. I was just listening to Taylor Swift and though, hmm I'm gonna blog, and next thing I know that's my first line. Besides, half the people who read this blog would be a little weirded out if I kissed them... So would I...


Stuff you Blogger for not thinking 'weirded' is a word >.< Wait but it accepts the second one? Asdfghjkl!


Today I travelled the painfully long hour to Gatton to attend the Open Day for the University of Queensland. My first thought? It smells here... Literally. All I could smell at first was the lovely scent of horse and cow manure. I was like, and this is where I'm going for Uni... Ha! But thankfully, the equine and bovine precincts are a fair distance from the main area with the accommodation I may or may not be living in next year... Or the year after? Ugh I hate money >.< Anyways. Another thought I had was "Holy moly, I think this place could even be bigger than the St Lucia campus!" Which is scary... The major difference between St Lucia and Gatton though is St Lucia looks more scarier which the tall, modern, fancy buildings. Gatton is way more laid back. Literally. Most of the buildings look kinda old on the outside, but new on the inside. The atmosphere is relaxing though, which was good for me considering I went round on my own for half the day. Yeah, my family ditched me... >.<


People were walking round with dogs and everything! I think one chick had a baby pig wrapped up in a blanket and was walking round... I have fallen in love with the place. It's my kinda place, ya feel me? Jokes... But seriously. UQ Gatton = Love.


EXCEPT! The sessions they held today. I went to the Vet Science one really keen to get some info... All they gave me was stuff I heard before. I was like, =.= I am at Gatton, the home of animals, agriculture and the like; and the best you can give me is "This is what you'd do in the first year, second year, etc. And this is what you can do once you finish it." I don't know what more I wanted... But everything I was told today, I'd already heard at least once before... Ughhh >.< I ended up not going to the last session and headed home... Good timing though because the rest of my family came back and looked ready to kill each other and go home... Family love FTW guise.


I don't know. I liked but didn't like Gatton at the same time. I'm not entirely sure what it is. Maybe it's the fact that after today I am slightly re-questioning AGAIN What I am going to do. Ugh. There are so many things to work out. The two courses I want to do would mean I would spend at least 9 years in University. If I want to complete them both. This means lotsa $$$. And I don't exactly have money growing out of trees or anything... But I badly want to do them both! Vet Science I have wanted to do my whole life, and the other one (Dual degree of Agribusiness and Applied Science) is a course I am going to use to get there. If I get a GPA of at least 6.0 after my first year in the dual, I can get into Vet Science straight away. But, who knows if I get in that course and fall in love and want to finish it? Not to mention the Asia trip in the fourth year :3 But I try not to base my biased decisions on that... Heh.


The main issue with all of this is my parents. I swear, they are what makes it so freakin' tough going to University. I am currently unemployed, and am seeking out jobs like there's no tomorrow. None of them are taking me. I'm sure [Tenuto Tuo] would agree with me here when I say that it makes it hard trying to do what you want to do and love, only to have your parents say otherwise. I mean, my parents are all for me doing what I want... To an extent. And that extent is money. Which is great! Cause you know, I'm not perfectly capable of paying off my HECS fee once I get a job...


But whatever! Right?
I can't be bothered to go any further into that right now so I'll just move on...


[Riot!] gave me some more songs from the band, Paramore, and I am just gonna say that I hate him for it! I am kidding of course... I just feel like I'm starting to betray my beloved Europop music by listening to a couple of Paramore's songs, that I have fallen in love with, on repeat... I mean, I'll always be loyal to Luan Santana, Darin and Eric Saade; but it's not helpful when you have your best friend trying to convert you to the music he likes... ^.^ Heh, maybe I should reverse the situations... Try Europop on for size [Riot!] ;P


Oh yeah, and guyz my throat is still being a bitch to me >.< Whenever I feel like recording a video to put on Facebook my throat goes "Hahaha no bitch, I'ma make you burn now". This. Sucks.


I have my last ever Athletics Carnival this Friday... I was anticipating this day for an entire year. Being in Year 12 means I can dress up, which is always good fun! But as the day came closer I realised I had no $$ to get a anything that could resemble a costume of some form; and there's also the fact that my life is currently a soap opera whereby I can't hang out with one friend because another will be there. This will also happen on my last ever Night of Celebration so I am so psyched right now about everything! =.= Seriously.


QCS is the week after this one... I'm not overly worried about it. I mean, I'm gonna try my best but in the end what's it going to achieve? I have the rest of the year level who could potentially bring me down, as well as my pretty sucky grades. I'm going to be aiming for an A in the test, but I would happily settle for a B. If I aim for a B then I'll end up getting a C which is definitely not good...
According to [Tenuto Tuo]'s OP calculator thing, if I get a B on the QCS with the current grades I have then I will most likely be looking at an OP 8. It's not as great as I would've expected I could have achieved in years 8 or 9; but in year 12 that's pretty damn good to me! It's a single digit, what's more to love?

Ever been young and naïve and wished for things? Could be anything really... But then you get what you want... Potentially even more, and all of a sudden you realise how much you don't want it. Yeah. I'm going through a major case of that right now. I don't want to go into details. I mean, if you are a devoted reader you could potentially already know the very basics of it. But that's as far as I've divulged into this topic. It is way too personal and complicated to be put on here. I'd never know where to start anyway.

Well, I wanted this to be a positive blog, but I guess nothing turns the way you expect it...

I shall leave you all here until next time fellow amigos.

Oh and please ignore the random colouring of today's blog. Blogger decided to play games with me. >.<

~Love can be hard sometimes~

Hey There Mini Me!

So the latest RAVE lesson was about memories, and it has spurred my friends into writing a letter to their Year 8 self. This has now made me incredibly sentimental and wanting to write one as well... So here goes!

 Dear Jayde,

Yes, because I am you, I know about your obsession with this spelling of our name. Let me tell you now; you eventually grow out of that. You will find a nickname in the end of Year 11 that ends up on your school jersey, and you fall in love with it.

It has been just over two years since you have moved from Adelaide to Queensland and you still hurt bitterly... Believe me when I say that you have to move on. Time flies so quickly, and by Year 12 you will have almost completely forgotten what it was like living in Adelaide as your whole life is now in Queensland.
Don't get me wrong, you still miss and love your best girl friend, though you don't really talk to each other for awhile due to the long distance. But in Year 12 you start growing closer again, and (currently) am planning 18th birthday parties with each other and planning to go to the Melbourne Cup when you are both 18!

Which then would answer another of your questions I am sure you would ask when reading this... Yes, you still adore animals. To pieces! I will warn you that you do go through a tough time in Year 11 where you truly feel as though as you are living life for nothing because you can't get the OP to be a Vet, and there are no other careers out there for you. Yeah, it's nasty, but you make it through! Stronger than ever!

Right now, you are probably singing some Kasey Chambers song to yourself while reading this... Sorry to break it to you, but you do grow off of that kind of music. You still listen to it every now and again and love it as much as always... But you will meet someone this year who will change your music tastes forever.

Your insecurities about your singing voice will continue to plague you. Unfortunately, the feeling of inadequacy never entirely goes away due to so many reasons... But just know that sometime in Year 12, you will feel the best you have ever felt about your voice. It will be short lived, but it will happen, and it will make you feel incredible.

So you are playing Percussion this year with your teacher, Mr Keating. You chose it because it is the easiest to do, and you are not interested at all in learning an instrument... Well, I shall tell you now that in Year 11 this also changes. Influential friends unknowingly encourage you to take on an instrument you fall in love with as soon as you see it lying in it's case. Before even playing it!

Now, by the end of this year you will have your first, true boyfriend. I say this, because all other guys you have 'dated' so far lasted less than a month, and all did it for the dare... Anywho, you and this future guy will be together for nine months and it doesn't end the way you prefer it... This will hurt you a lot, but it is because of this that you learn how to create 'walls' so as you can't get hurt that way again. Or so at least, you can deal with it better. This ability becomes a blessing, but a curse in the future...

Just letting you know, you and future guy do become friends again at one point where you make a big mistake; then you fade out of each other's lives... It's not as depressing as you think. In fact, you barely even notice.

A lot happens this year. Right now, you are thinking that once you are out of school you will become a hermit living by herself in the mountains surrounded by wild animals... As lonely, but awesome this sounds; you will find out sometime in the future that this won't be the case at all. In this year alone, you will form friendships with people who, at first you will take for granted, but very quickly become one of the most important things in your life that you can't live without.


Remember that tall, skinny guy who invited you to sit with him and his larger friend one lunchtime this year just gone because you were on your own? The one who sings Christmas Carols all year round and loves all things history? Well he becomes a good friend over the next few years. Especially in Year 12. He will bring a smile to your face in an instant and you will adore him for it.


As for his larger friend? Yeah, I'm not entirely sure, but you never quite get get to liking him. Especially at the end of Year 11 in a situation with leadership positions... But yeah, all I can say with that is, don't try to get yourself into his good books; because in the end isn't worth it.


Oh, and you will also have met a short, shy, brunette this year. This one is a keeper. Don't you dare take her for granted, as she soon becomes one of your closest of friends. Especially in Physics. Yes, you will do Physics in Year 11 and 12. At the moment it doesn't seem that bad, electric currents and all that. It's pretty darn easy. Trust me, you will have a heart attack in Year 11. No joke.


Oh and you know how Biology is your favourite Science right now? It won't be in a few years... Morris, your favourite teacher currently, will soon become the devil before your very eyes, and going to Biology will bore you to death. Fair warning here.


Instead, your favourite Science becomes Chemistry. You will adore it with all you have because you understand it so well, and you are so interested in it! Physics comes a close second only because the challenge (though it sucks) somehow keeps you interested. And it's always good fun joking around with your brunette buddy, or zoning out with her then totally acing the questions (yeah, you become awesome like that).


This year you will meet some people. And these people are going to change your life forever. Literally.


One of the first people you will become acquainted with will be a strange, pale girl. Believe it or not, you too get married in the future. Not literally of course! I can definitely tell you that your sexual orientation stays exactly where it is. But you and the pale girl become incredibly close friends and this leads to a two-minute wedding ceremony on a beach while on a camp for Biology. As strange as this is to you now, you will be completely fine with it and totally understand once you are in Year 11.


You will also meet a pale male (YAY for rhyming right?) who annoy you to death when you first meet him. Actually he annoys you excessively until about Year 11. He's still just as annoying, but you become better friends, so it's more in jest than annoyance. Year 12 is when you build an unexpectedly close bond with him. Of course, with his personality you will never truly know how he feels, but you will hope that he feels the same. He shows you this T.V. show in Year 12 that you fall in love with after the first episode; so what's not to like about this one?


A tall awkward boy will also cross your path. This boy has the same thing you do, Asperger's. You two become friends, but are always kind of iffy around each other, possibly because you never know what to say. In Year 12 he saves your laptop though, which means he's definitely a keeper! :P He is a very good friend to have around.


You will also meet a shy Asian guy. Now this guy is definitely a keeper. Not kidding. You too become so close and share so much with each other you will struggle knowing how on earth you could live without him.  He is the reason why your music taste changes and he will become the one you can rely on to tell anything too, and vice versa. Don't you dare take this one for granted! EVER!


This year you will do some crazy and fun things. To tell you what those are would ruin it for you. But I will mention that there is a murder mystery in there somewhere... As well as some art work that you will find frustrating, but fall in love with at the same time. Oh! And you will also get a Prep buddy! No joke, this will absolutely make your idea, and you will fall in love... Unconditionally. But unfortunately, as all kids do, eventually she grows up and begins to forget you... Sadness...


After all this, all I can say is have fun. Looking back at the year you are about to go into now, when in Year 12. It seems so far away, yet time has passed so quickly. Don't take what you get for granted. And try not to make too many rash decisions. The amount of hot water you get yourself into over the next few years is insane! >.<


From your friendly neighbourhood future self.


~I kinda really want my Year 8 self to read this now...~

You Must Be Miseducated...

Well hi there! Yes it has been a while... Blame school mmkay???


Hmmm where to start catching you up... Well last time I blogged I was on vocal rest with One coming up the next week.


Well I think it's obvious to say that I am now off of vocal rest, and One finally over... (Hells to the yeah!).


I still detest it extremely, but it must have been somewhat good if my Mum preferred it over The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which was the school's musical two years ago... I was quite impressed with my solo actually. Every single time I sang The Call before the performances; I sucked. Literally. I hated the song so much! But for some reason, when on stage, I just got into the zone and was being praised by all backstage afterwards all three performances! Even the Saturday matinee where my throat felt like it was on fire and I was straining to get the notes out correctly... But hey! I did it! So WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :3


Okays, so since then my throat has been playing games with me... Before One it had recovered a fair amount, during One it broke down again, afterwards it started recovering, but as of last night into today it is being a bitch again. >.< To be fair, my entire body is playing games with me currently... But is incredibly annoying not being able to sing full blast like I used too... I hate how Laryngitis affects your throat so badly I literally have to re-train my voice to be able to hit notes like I used too... Like, seriously? WHAAAA?!?!?! That's around 15 years of singing down the drain... :/


On the positive side... I HANDED IN MY LAST MATHS ASSIGNMENT EVER TODAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! So pumped guyz!


How did we Maths B kids celebrate? Our teacher brings in donuts, lamingtons and cake thingies, and we sit around; eating and talking; for an hour... I love my teacher ^.^

One interesting thing was brought up in our celebratory chat though... And that was to do with a teacher by the name of [Liebenburg] who took over temporarily (till she was kicked out heh) while our actual teacher went on maternity leave. Now. This teacher? Was a bitch. She called an Asian student stupid to her face, and another student a fat slut... Also to her face. She also belittled us with certificates awarding us for being able to light a Bunsen-Burner correctly (YAY us!).
It turns out (according to my Maths teacher) that after [Liebenburg] left, [Maths] found a stack of hand-written letters from [Liebenburg] each individually addressed to each of us students in that class. The content of those letters were so bad that [Maths] was horrified and burned them to save us from having to read them (we were in Year 7 at the time).


All of our reactions (except those who weren't there in Year 7) can be summed up with a :O emoticon... And all of us pretty much immediately started whining that we couldn't read the letters... I mean, I'm sure if I'd read that in Year 7 my little innocent self would have been shattered! But if [Maths] had saved them till now... 5 years from then! I would have laughed my head off reading it! I am burning to know what she wrote in those letters! Unfortunately [Maths] can only remember a part that said "you could do so much better with your life if you got off your ass and worked" or something like that; which is incredibly flattering of her.


Moving on! A random thing I just remembered while on stage performing One. There were Chinese dance performances from the Year 1's and 2's. It was incredibly basic and the lines would switch every minute or so for the adoring parents in the audience who want to see their child dance front row.
Me, acting as the Mum of the family attending the picnic, and my 'husband' [Carl] had to sit on stage for the first half of Act One watching these and other performances. I noticed in these particular dances though that every time the lines would change; the little girls who were coming from the front line to the back, where we were, would look at me and give me the most adorable smiles and I could tell that they were so proud of themselves. I never got bored of them in all three performances because of this. The dance moves were so easy, but come on they're Year 1 and 2! What I looked forward to was the warm feeling I got whenever they looked at me with those shy little grins of theirs. I lost count how many times those adorable girls made me smile!


Ahem, moving on...


Currently, in Senior Symphonic band, we are learning Excerpts from the Firebird and Towards The Western Horizon. TTWH is a bitch of a song! I mean, I love the tune; it's catchy. But playing it? Ugh. Especially when I'm all on my own on Clarinet 3. I mean, Clarinet 3 is good, because you're the bottom so tend to get away with screwing up more cause the conductor has more important parts to focus on. But being Clarinet 3 means that I play both the main melody, and then random parts of the bass line... Switching between these can at times be confusing (at least for me... But I'm a noob guys so leave me alone!) and so I usually end up just sitting there with my Clari in my mouth; no sound being produced, just a puzzled look on my face and "WTF!?!?!?!" going over and over in my mind... Yeah, I love band rehearsals ^.^


In my RAVE lesson yesterday, our teacher told us to write down our best memory from Year 8, worst from Year 9 or 10, and something important we learnt in Year 11. Naturally this ended up in the entire class sitting in a circle talking about all the memories we've had... I found it irritating that I could barely remember anything until someone mentioned a memory. I always have [Clearly Unfocused], [Tenuto Tuo], [GoJo], and [Phantomess] saying things like "OMG! Remember when we did this?!?! It was Year 8." and most of the time I'm like ".......Noooo....???". On the rare occassion I do remember, but most of the time I don't.


The strange thing is that I remember my primary years (in Adelaide) better than my high school years (BrisVegas). Which I don't get, considering I have had so many more worthwhile memories with my amazing friends that I didn't have down in Adelaide... When our teacher asked us to write down one memory from primary school my head was abuzz with memories, but when he asked us to say what was the best thing about Year 8, I couldn't remember a single memory!


Of course, I can now remember a few things, but that's only because we went around the class and people read out their memories which a few applied to me also.
Oh well, I just hope that in the future I can retain enough memories from my school life that I can look back and reminisce on.


Well... I'm impressed with how much crap I've come up with in pieces over the past three and a half hours... But I am still feeling quite sick and rundown, so I shall end my blog post here... If there are any grammar errors in this, you can deal with it because I am too tired to do a grammar check :P


~60 school days left!~

It Hurts!

So I was a good girl for half a week... LOL JOKES! I've only managed to shut up for one day out of the first week of vocal rest. Today I tried a bit of singing in Chamber Singer rehearsal and I sounded terrible, and when I called my Nanna up five minutes ago to wish her a happy birthday she said "Do you have a cold?". It's good to know my vocal chords are THAT bad! =.=


I am so worried about One... I really want my voice to have recovered by then, but even then, I have this nasty feeling my voice won't recover properly in time to produce the sound I want too! :S My very first solo, the moment I've been waiting for, and I go and screw up my vocal chords... /Facepalm/


So ummm... I broke up with [Riot!] yesterday... At least, I'm pretty sure I did. I mean... I gave him a note (considering I shouldn't be talking), and he hasn't come near me since... :/


This sucks. I mean... I did break up with him, but I have my reasons. And those are that we seemed to be better as friends! I guess things just weren't the same when we started going out... And because I've been spoilt with previous boyfriends, I tend to expect way too much now! Which is a horrible thing to do, because look at where it's gotten me! =.=


Don't get me wrong, I still adore [Riot!] and so badly want to stay friends with him; but I realise that I've probably lost him for good now... Which hurts, it really does. He means a lot to me! And we've been through a lot together...


Okay, if none of you completely understood what I just ranted on about here it is in simple terms.


Went out with [Riot!] -> Realised that we just weren't meant to be more than friends -> Broke up with him -> Still want to be friends, but he doesn't even want to talk -> =/


On a more positive note, my dog Beau is the most adorable, goofball ever! ^.^


I swear he knows exactly when I'm feeling down, and comes running in with a stupid grin on his face and jumps all over and is all "I love you [Miss Invisible]! Do you love me? Love me! Love ME! Heheheh, that feels good, keep patting me... Don't stop! What the heck!?!?!"


Yeah. I loves my Beau ^.^


Ahem, anyways... I had a job interview at McDonald's this afternoon... I failed epically ^.^ It was quite funny. I completely froze on a question that is asked by every single freaking hiring manager... I told myself potential answers throughout the day, and still managed to have a complete mind blank! =.= Oh and she was all, we're going to go to the drive-thru so I can see how you go about serving customers etc. Something along those lines. I can't remember because I was too busy trying not to laugh at this woman's facial expression when she drives up to the window to see, not someone in a Macca's uniform, but some random chick in her school uniform... :P I love the hiring manager though because she was all "Aaaaaand now we run away before we get stuck with 10 cars at the drive-thru" and proceeds to literally run away from the window back to where the original interview was left.


LOLZ.


So um yeah, I don't know what the point of this post was. I guess I had to vent about a couple of issues... And gush over my baby, Beau ^.^


~You're out of my life, it cuts me like a knife~