I get bored at school and this is what I did

So begins a new segment in my so called blogging. Basically, what I do is for once a month I take out my El Trusty Notebook of Awesome and record what I do in the day, gradually and my thoughts of whatever the fuck’s going on. So imagine a dead connection to Twitter but I thought, ‘Oh hey, fuck it, I may as well just write for the sake of bitching!’ I also seem to come out with the best material while I’m with people I cannot relate to at all.

So this very first one is my week before my exams start so I’m basically doing nothing at all at school so I’m thinking, ‘What the hell, WHY NOT?’ So, it begins….

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Just arrived at school, god damn the sun is hurting my eyes, I really should have brought some sunglasses with me. Unfortunately I have fucked up vision so I have to get some prescription sunglasses. I have a pair at home that I can wear over my glasses but they just make me look like a total douchefag, so fuck it, I’d rather suffer having my corneas roasted than looking like an idiot. I’m getting my prescription sunglasses hopefully this week. I’m getting weird looks from people, probably the fact I have my eyes semi shut while walking. Oh hey dust, in my eye. HEY DUST!

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Thank god, the homeclass door is still open. Oh wait, I’m actually on time for school for once. An air conditioned class too, this day is good for me. It really is. Alright, and I just got handed a 2010 Year 12 Formal survey. For the people who don’t hail from good old Australia, year 12 formals are when all the year 12’s (last grade of schooling. Ever.) from that year get together for a merry shindig complete with wearing a dress and everything. I think you can get alcohol but I’m going to be fucking 17, not 18. I want to feel fancy! Tick, tick, tick, tick. A buffet, buffets are awesome, better than a set down meal anyway.

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I might not even go to formal.

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JUST SAW THE PREGNANT 14 YEAR OLD. AGAIN. Yesterday and today, now I’m a happy girl. I thought this chick was some kind of skankbag gossip legend. But no, I saw her in her bloated glory. She doesn’t even look that attractive. She’s a generic girl who looks like she’s still in grade 7. Her hair isn’t even layered like most easy girls in this school. Maybe she was raped for all I know. But why should I care, this is the internet (there is tolerance for the R word on here) and we have an abortion in this state. I think. TO GOOGLE!

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Just occurred to me I use to many capitals when I type or write in my own voice.

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Bell for the first lesson just went. Now looking at all these stairs that is the only way up to my class… It could make people gag. Or develop AIDS. Maybe leaning towards herpes. People probably have sex on these stairs, but there’s a gate that obviously closes it off. Ninjas perhaps? Ninjasex, I call 34 on that.

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Seems we’re watching Transformers in Legal Studies. Gremlins was a choice, but I was the only person who put their hand up for that movie. Looking back on it I think that maybe I should have put up my other hand so I wouldn’t look so lonely. Then if she (the teacher) asked me, ‘Why do you have BOTH hands up?’ I’d either blame it on my non-existent Multiple Personality Disorder, a twitch, or I was signaling for the mothership to take me home.

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Megan Fox looks like she would be ever constantly sweaty looking.

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Just gave up on watching Transformers so now I’m reading my brand new spanking copy of Good Omens written by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. This book should be at least a graphic novel, now I’m going through my mental list of comic/graphic artists of who would be worth to draw it.

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The air con above me keeps freezing my ass off and distracting me from reading.

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I’m Ben Bernanke, Spencer and I want your teeth, for the federal reserve, I’m cutting interest rates in half and I need you teeth. Trying to sync up the dialogue of the movie with songs I’m listening to. Lemon Demon has worked so far and I had to retain my laughter as Garden Party started playing.

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Just dived under my table to retrieve my phone because it disconnected from my headphones and slip right off the table. Plus, I had I Feel You by Depeche Mode playing at full volume. The black kids are staring me like, ‘what the fuck is that white chick doing’ and the other ‘whites’ are just staring at me and laughing.

I basically gave up on this point. Apparently we go to school to learn.

NaNoWriMo

Decided to give James some moral support and join up on NaNoWriMo. I have a plot to go by, not going to make too many characters, only focus it on the two main characters of the story. Hopefully I get some time at school to contnue in on this, and at least think about it. To check out more and see how the process is going, vist Doc_Swarley at NaNoWriMo. Now to go convince someone his writing is good.

Zombies

If there is some, it’s best to run. My backyard really needs a clean up. Then again all that shit laying around may slow down the zombies… And give me a range of weapons to use. Variety, never question that logic, especially when it comes down to painting the ground with zombie brains. Okay, that will be my excuse from now on. My backyard is ready for any undead virus to come hitting our way and destory our way of life. I also have a chainsaw >:8^D

10 Random Facts About Yourself

I remember doing one of the meme’s a while ago over on my journal over at Deviant Art. Now, I’m going to try to extrapalate my answers to the most farthest I can write them to AND answer them as truthfully as I can. So, 123GO!

#1. I have a great liking for the SS uniforms worn by the Nazi’s back in World War 2. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have a huge passion for disliking the plans and actions this government party inflicted upon their victims. However, I must say, evil does dress in style. There are MANY factors and attributes I can add to as to why I like the uniforms, not to mention, the German’s greatly had the upperhand in technology and weapons compared to the allies. If I’m getting this incredibably wrong, feel free to give me a swift punch in the ovaries but in terms of liking an army, I admire the way that the German’s carried it out. Too bad their leader was a fucktard hellbent on rulling and purifying the world to excellence.

#2. I say sorry a lot. As to why I do not know but James and a few other close friends have notice I say it too many times out of context. I usually try to restrain myself from saying it, for example being dared for a week to not say it. Obviously I failed at that but thinking the whole situation over has made me believe that it may be just lack of self esteem. I’m not rather sure if that would be true or not but the harassment I have been receiving over the years may have caused it. Only realising it until recently I have begun to question it. I cannot recall saying it to my small handful of primary school friends so maybe it’s a recent thing.

#3. I constantly put myself down for my art for an ego boost. However this backfired in my face now that when I even try that I still not feel like I have succeeded the goal I was actually intending of doing. I constell myself it’s not ‘perfect’, my art will never be ‘perfect’ and I still for absolute perfection when I know that is not entirely possible. I hate having myself put me down for everything I do and say. For instantce I doubt myself alot and never take a risk.

#4. I suffered from undiagnosed depression in year 9 (my second year of highschool). Basically, I was getting contsantly harassed for my ‘alternative’ appearance which made me feel like shit every sigle day of my life on THAT particular year. My parents recorgnised my behaviour and thought is was a good idea not to take me to the doctor due to their suspicious beliefs that he would send me on my way with drugs to make me feel happier. Sometimes I wish I went down that path of actually taking the oppotunity to see a doctor just to see how much better things would have been. I still get a few bursts of random sadness from nowhere and get yelled at by my parents trying to figure out what is wrong with me. This brings me to making up a bullshit reason as to why I am upset so that would stop talking about it.

#5. I have weird eating habbits. I won’t go into much detail about explaining them but I prefer savoury food over sweet. I also like lampchops, corned beef, bacon and roasts for all a similar reason. My mum thinks I’m a freak for doing it so I never tend to eat that much anymore, I prefer eating alone. I also twitch and hype up if I haven’t had caffiene all day and I really really love that feeling when it happends, so I intentionally deprive myself all day of caffiene until I get home.

#6. Sex dreams are weird, but they are mostly with fictional characters, of recently Team Fortress 2 characters. I only remember small snipets of the actual dream but people know when I’ve had a good sleep when I’m content during the day, or at least quiet and have my thinking face on. My personal favourites are one’s with the Medic and Spy, along with some original characters which belong to myself and friends.

#7. I still giggle when someone mentions cock either spoken or written. I giggle too much when I’m reading slash fan fiction so it makes my parents wonder what’s so funny. I’ve almost been caught a few times but the visual slash images got me in the end. My parents still do not know (to my knowledge, they read my messenger chat logs) but there have been a few close calls, me having to explain a yaoi image I was favouring over at Deviant Art. It didn’t look too much like slash but below, the artsit description had basically a fan fiction attached to it explaining the undertone beneath the whole image.

#8. I love it when I’m at the beach or in a certain area. I place my own personal feel to certain places or certain dates, I wake up in the morning and my feelings tell me what day it is. To be stupid I have days like “city vibe”, “forest vibe”, “roadtrip vibe”, “well vibe”, “NZ vibe”, “hippy vibe” and “mystic vibe”. All these vibes have a certain calmness, smell and feel. Most vibes have been placed due to places I’ve been and things I have experienced. Along with these vibes, music is attached and I hear it in my head through out the day.

#9. I rarely rebel against my parents. Mostly to the fact that I do not want to dissapoint them. It’s taken me years to build up this maturity, learning from stupid mistakes so no, I’m not exactly like the rest of the 16 year olds I encounter. I cannot relate to them either, it’s why I tend to only socialise with them to the time that is required, for example school or general outings. I will not go off to drink, take drugs or have sex, only because I respect my parent’s wishes. If I broke that the guilt will haunt me, if I got caught, I’d feel suicidal. I love my parents too much, even if i can act like a bitch towards them but I do not want to dissapoint them after all these years.

#10. I want to get a pericing and a tattoo. For the pericing, bottom lip and as for the tattoo, I have no decided yet. I plan on doing these things once I’m legally an adult and mentally ready. As seen in the truth above this one, it’s another thing that I won’t do due to that rule I have in my own personal mental rule book at the back of my mind. Though shopping around can never hurt, I have a few options as to what and where the tattoo will be but for now, I’m comfortable to wait awhile. I don’t want to grow up, just yet.

Art Commissions

Thinking of earning myself some extra money by taking in some commissions over at Deviant Art. I’m currently trying to get into the swings of things by doing a total of 14 sketches with two sketch/art trades. Hopefully I can finally get off of my lazy ass and draw some stuff. Going to draw most of them in Art do I can kill two birds with one rifle bullet. So hopefully I can gain some balls to take a risk and do something other than mugshots.

A Challenge

After reading the most witty and hilarious entries at Funny Exam Answers I’ve decided to set myself up a challenge. As some may be aware, I have my end of year exams this term at high school. So I’m thinking about all these pre-tests that we take. Of course I’m not going to be a douche and write the witty answers on my actual exam (that just screams plain stupidity there, I mean you wouldn’t write on a baby with a marker, you’d save that for the toy doll. That really did not make any sense but I’m still running with it)  but practice using the pre-tests and seeing which teachers can handle some humor. Not to mention doing this will ease the tension off my mind and be prepared for the fail that awaits me.