Canberra

Well I should be REALLY happy right now.

But I’m not really.

Tomorrow we go to canberra, my school that is, well my grade.

Whatever

The point is that I should be jubilating over the fact that I will not have to go to school for two days.

But I’m not.

I like school.

Yep.

I am a nerd.

I even like the uniform, well not really. But it does beat the junior one from last year.

My point is that I don’t want to spend two days in canberra.

I like my house.

And my bed.

It is fairly new and therefore very nice and comfy.

And I do not want to go.

*whine*

Also I will have to get up early in order to get to school on time this is not an idea that appeals to me.

I do not enjoy waking up at 5.30 in the morning to go to school.

*sigh*

Why can’t we just stay at school??

 

It has been a while I suppose…

Alas, tis I, Bexxie.

Since Westy has posted the last two entries I fear that you have forgotten me dear blog.

But since of course you are nothing but html I guess I’m not that afraid after all.

Just a little pissed off since flickr is being slow.

Nothing life changing though.

Although I did write a bit of an idea for a novel. Want to read it?I thought so:

I always like to have a plan. I like things to always go to plan. So when I had to interrupt working on my assignment to go to the shops, to buy sanitary pads of all things, I was not pleased. Necessity is necessity though so I brushed my hair and left the heated comfort of my house and went to the corner store. I grabbed the pads as well as some chocolate and raced to the checkouts. I handed them to the boy behind the checkout, not really clocking that he was about my age and I suppose what would be the regular definition of cute. I didn’t notice, simply because I did not care. My main objective was to get the pads and get out.  

It seemed that destiny had other plans since when the guy tried to scan the pads instead of that regular little beeping noise the checkouts make, there was a sort of warped sound that indicated to me that something was not right. I squinted at the checkout guy’s name badge and held in a snort. His name was Doug. How delightful. “Listen is there some kind of problem?” I asked“Well it seems that this barcode is not scanning.” Doug replied with a grin. I was really starting to dislike him although I wasn’t sure why. There was an awkward pause until finally I spoke again.
“Are you going to do something about it?” Doug just grinned again. I was beginning to get the impression that he didn’t do much else. Holding back my urge to strange this imbecile I took a deep breath.
“Do you want me to get another one?” I asked, sounding more frustrated than I’d intended.

Yesh

That was unbelievably badly written

Proud?

I know I am. 

BECKY’S GOING TO COLLEGE IN CALI!!! 

(only Westy will understand that reference, but then she’s the only one who reads this anyways…)  

I made a pretty random looking edit, well two actually

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The idea is for me to eventually post it. But since my computer is being a slow piece of turd I shall have to wait.

(Ten Minutes later)

  

Sure I may have been exaggerating about the ten minutes… But I’m sure that this disturbiness makes it all worth it.

*cough*

Dreams

I think that I’ve mentioned these a few times before, the dreams that I often have that leave me completely shattered, scared and confused the next morning.

Yeh well I had another one last night. You don’t need to know what it was about, I guess it was based an awful lot on reality, but then they usually are. Not always, but usually.

Actually reality isn’t all that great right now either. I keep on smiling but. I really doubt anyone can tell how upset I am. Actually that’s the point. I am kinda scared to let anyone know how upset I really am. It’s just cuz everyone wants to be your friend when you smile and joke all the time, but the moment that you show some kind of emotion, or the moment that something goes wrong for you, you look around and suddenly all of your “friends” are gone off somewhere.

And that’s fine. I’m in no position to demand anyone to listen to my problems. I don’t expect anyone to want to.  And that’s fine, I’m not writing this for sympathy or for anyone to ask me what’s wrong. I don’t really feel like blabbing all my problems whilst some poor person has to sit beside me and listen awkwardly, some poor person wishing they were somewhere far, far away from me. I don’t want to tell cyber-space all my problems.

 But I’ll tell you one thing – those dreams are friken horrible!

Ahem.

Well as Westy most kindly pointed out I haven’t blogged for a few days.

 I’ve been too busy kicking ass in public speaking, oh what’s this beside me?

Oh it’s a massive plaque that says that I won a comp this arvo… fancy that…

Proud of me?

Well I don’t care if you are, cuz I know that I am proud of me.

And that’s all that counts really.

So yesh

I won

I’m pretty happy now

And that’s not the only reason why…

Anyways… I read that love poem I wrote out to me class yesterday I think it was…

Yes, yesterday

That was….

 …..

Fun…?

And embarrassing…

Oh well.

If I get time tomorrow morning I may post a sort of retared thign I wrote… maybe

Actually I might not go to school tomorrow

I don’t really want to.

We’ll see.