Sucked In

So. She didn't win. She came second. Serves her right for being so confident. It's just wrong to be that confident. What annoyed me though, was that she walked through the fron door, didn't even wait for me to close the door, and coughed (suggestively) you know, to ask what hapened. And mum stared at me weirdly as well. I hadn't even shut the door and they wanted me to jump up and down and act like I give a shit. Well, i kinda do, but not that much that I'm going to jump up and down. Anyway, I complied and asked how she went, and she said. Wait, wait, wait, and then just threw the stupid flier in my face.

Anyway, I'm not actually going to rant about anything else today, because I have nothing to rant about. I'm going to emphasize that tomorrow is the official beginning of the official countdown until america. So, i'm fairly excited about that. Check out my blog tomorrow, and then another of my blogs which will be residing here as well, which will be named something like 'america countdown'.

Last day of school! 2 days until I fly out to the Goldcoast, then I'm back here after 4 days. to do nothing. and to start my geography assignment. Should be awesome (note: sarcasm).

Here's 5 pickup lines, only ever heard on the radio:
1. Baby, I must say your aura is incredible
2. I want to lock you up in my closet when no one else is around
3. You mine and so fine and thick as can be
4. You hot like a toaster
5. Girl, lets go to the slums where killers get hung. When gunshots ring out, just run quickly. As long as you're with me, you'll be alright.

So, not your typical pickup lines, but hey, they may be the dividing line between friendship and . . .well, you know. lol.

Alright, so I'm doing a lot of listing tonight, but what the hell:

15 Times You're Gorgeous and You Don't Know It

1. Yawning
2.Biting Your Lip
3. Sneezing
4. Wearing PJ's
5. Getting Out Of The Surf
6. Wearing Glasses
7. Working Out
8. Wearing a Guy's T-Shirt and Boxers
9. Sleeping
10. Eating
11.Burping
12. Laughing
13. Dancing
14. Shaving
15. Playing With Hair

Alright, some of these I'd advise you kept to the privacy of your house, of bathroom even, but the accepted opublic ones are:

1. Yawning
2.Biting Your Lip
3. Sneezing
5. Getting Out Of The Surf
6. Wearing Glasses
10. Eating
12. Laughing
13. Dancing
15. Playing With Hair

So, thats it. Goodnight

Note: day 101

Do You Not Hear Me? (Day 103)

So, when you wake up in the morning, do you awake to see your mothers head hovering inches from your own? Well, this morning, I did. Funnily enough, I went straight back to sleep, after assuring her that I was awake and I'd get up in a minute. More like 30. Then, after I'd done my hair, dressed and checked myself over, 15 minutes had passed. I was running 40 minutes late, with just enough time to swallow a small muffin, make my lunch and jump in my dad's ltd, which is orange for those of you who are interested, 5 minutes early so he could pick up a parcel. Hello? I think driving me to the bus stop is much more important.

You know, lately I've been feeling very resentful towards my mum. All she can talk about is my sister's tennis competition. How the organiser was rude to her. I swear, that's all she even thinks of. It's driving me insane. And no, its not because I envy my sister's tennis abilities. Not at all, cause I'm the only one who can ever give her a run for her money, that's if its not raining, otherwise I can't see to serve, and I get cold. And I worry about my hair getting ruined, but surely everyone does that?

Something I'm not ranting about, more like announcing, is that after dancing this morning, I was happy. Because one of my fellow dancers told me I actually looked really good dancing. I felt like I had 2 left feet. Which I of course, don't. And usually during dancing I am able to feel normal, but I feel like I'm dancing with someone else arms, legs and chest. So someone else's everything, apart from stunning looks and brains, which are mine, and mine alone.

But wait, we're back to ranting. My mum picked me up from the bus this afternoon right. And usually, she's already there, waiting for me. When she's not, I walk about 100m in the opposite direction so she can just pull up, and I'll get in. So i walked that 100m this afternoon, because she was running late. Or my bus was early. The next thing I see, she turned into where the bus stop is. So I had to run all the way back and get in the car, complaining of twisting my ankle, and then hitting my head the door of the car. And then hitting my arm on the door of the car also. I was in agony. Then, I tell mum about my science test. She doesn't even ask how I did, instead informs me that my sister had a maths test today. And she forgot. So mum had to drive back home after buying another geometrical kit and give it to her. Stupid her. Anyway, so I was thoroughly pissed off about my comment being brushed aside when she asks me whether I had homework. Which I didn't. And I told her so. Then when we got home, after tutoring she asks me again. And she tells me she forgot. Which is unbelievable, cause I'd told her like 4 times apart from the one mentioned above.

So, it's exactly 10 months and 20 days until I can drive. Congrats to me.

Day 104. A.K.A 2 Years, 10 Months and 3 Weeks . . .

Alright. So I was sitting in Geography this afternoon, and Miss Rogers hands Jenny the sheets to hand out. Fine by me. I asked Jenny sweetly (with a beautiful smile) if i could have one. And you know what she does? Gives me one last! I mean, if that's not against all common courtesy and respect.

Another problem I had with respect today was during recess we were indoors right, you know, wet weather? Yeah, well first i get tripped over by a measly year 8 chick, then Tory sticks out his foot and trips me again. As if I already don't have enough trouble walking.

Okay, so that's a lie, contrary to popular beliefs, my 3 inch heels are perfectly easy to walk in. And I'm being serious.

Oh, and I swear, my sister is such a cow (don't tell her i said that)! Everything I make in food tech is perfect right, if not better, and she won't eat it because it might be, wait for this, because it might be 'poisoned'. What the hell, like I'd be able to smuggle in poison in my school bag and into the food i cook. And hello, I eat it, and sometimes mum does as well. So today when I brought home my fabulous Blow-Away Sponge Cake she takes one look at it and goes 'ooh, is that cream?' Now that really pissed me off, because she didn't have enough respect, or common sense to not say that. And it wasn't as if I didn't already have the shits with her. I mean when you have to carry your bag, folder, cake and another bag home on the bus you deal with it, right? If you have TRAMPOLINING STRAIGHT AFTER SCHOOL you don't ask to get picked up, when you know your sister (being less fortunate) has further to travel with more stuff. So my cake was ruined by the time I got home. Anyway, so I told her what I thought of her wanting cream, and she doesn't listen, and eats it anyway. So then i soaked it in water =]. Serves her right.

Wow, who knew someone could rattle on for that long about a sponge cake. That actually makes me feel quite bad, making you sit there and read all about my dilemmas with a cake. Oh well.

So, it's day 104. Nearly day 103. yes, that's right. nearly 103 days until i hop on a plane and skedaddle out of here for 20 days.

And, as I informed by mother via text message this morning, it is 2 years, 10 months and 3 weeks until I turn 18. And we all know what that means - drinking, driving and clubbing. Though, not all at once.

Which also means that in exactly 10 months and 3 weeks, I'll be 16. Which means I'll be able to drive. As my mother once said, god help us all.