Almost Winners?

Today the Annual Sydney High Prefects Binball Match of Death occurred at lunchtime at the boys’ school. My being incredibly coordinated resulted in falling over twice (once with spectacular windmill arms right onto my bum, the other was a scramble that left me having fallen on my face with a strained wrist.)

Then I shook hands with Amebrain and that was when the pain shot through my wrist (right hand, of course), and I ended up sort of on the floor, but I didn’t cry! Proud? You ought to be.

Anyway, so we lost – two games to one when it was girls vs. boys (although Lish had to steal the bin and bring it into our half of the court for us to win) and two games to nothing when it was Whites vs. Asians.

Now this may make us sound like horrible people. Racial segregation is really not something I personally advocate. But it’s okay at Sydney High because everyone is so not racist that it doesn’t matter. It’s racist to be embarrassed by race, you know? Don’t hate me.

I’m on the bus now heading home and there’s this sweet old Chinese woman with her friend, I’m pretty sure they’re tourists because the one next to the window (I’ll call her Leopard Print Hair Clip) has her digital camera out and is taking pictures of my bus route. Isn’t that supremely gorgeous? To think that this route, which is to me the same old Parramatta Road, boring and ugly and uninspiring, is to someone else worthy of photo taking, is beautiful and new and exciting, just makes me incredibly happy. I sometimes try to think that way, as though everything I see is new, like I’m a tourist in my own city, just like Leopard Print Hair Clip. Then, every day is an adventure.

I sound like Peter Pan.

MAN ON MY BUS THAT LOOKS LIKE RORY (Doctor Who Rory, that is).

He just got off. L

Alright well I’m going now, I’m not almost home really but I’m tired, and napping on buses is a thing I do all the time.

Love you like almost being triumphant at binball today.

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Oops

I’ve been neglecting you. I know. I wrote this big sarcastic slightly amusing thingo for you but it stuffed up when I tried to publish it and I haven’t gotten around to doing anything since. Hence the ‘oops’. You still love me though, don’t you? Don’t you? Awkward silence .. :S

So what’s new? Today we WON SOCCER! ARGH it’s so exciting – it was 1-0 and Bronte scored and Lara almost scored and Lucy almost scored and it was just sort of brilliant. So now, although I am dying from the pain in my legs (this girl kicked me just where my shin pad wasn’t) (and also I ran a lot and am still unfit), I am incredibubbly. My nose is wrinkled and I’m smiling at you with a massive smile and it’s not very attractive. But I tell you what is?

Sweden’s entry into Eurovision. Kind of yummy, no? Now I’m just going to sit back, watch Sweden win and then see it get all POPULAR. ß Ahaha I’m so funny if you don’t get it then you should watch Eurovision tonight. Yes, that’s right, jump on the Sweden-loving bandwagon you fair-weather friends … but actually do, I need some company over here.

Um on Friday a bunch of things happened – we had a joint civi day/barbecue/soccer game with the boys’ school and raised $4866.05 for UNICEF. So congratulations Tara, you are really and truly and utterly amazing and we all love you bunches. You are going to win some sort of award, I swear. Anyway the theme for the civi day was floral, so I made myself a headdress sort of thing in the shape of a sunflower. Yeah, I received weird looks as people paid for their kebabs, but I think it’s my job to elicit said weird looks. Don’t you think hyperlink?

In the evening we went to watch Louise, Laurin, Una and Sarah debate the boys’ school with the topic ‘That Australia should legalise commercial surrogacy’. We were aff, which was definitely the harder side, and we lost L but we had pompom (singular, as I only had enough crepe paper for one)! Lou was the most hilarious third, opening with “What we’ve heard tonight in this debate is a bunch of boys who don’t know anything about women and probably never even paid attention in PD,” and then later went on to say, “They might have to have sex with their cousins, and that would be just … inconvenient.” Love you Loulou, even if you hate my calling you that.

Tiantian and I also had this dare thing going on that any time one of the debaters said the word 'exploit' we would swap our pants -- if you guys are from Britain, DON'T WORRY it's not that weird, see, in Australia we call trousers 'pants' and pants 'underwear'. Just in case you were incredibly incredibly confused and awkward about that. But it was sad because NO ONE SAID EXPLOIT. There was an 'exploited', an 'exploiting', even an 'exploitation', but apparently no one uses exploit anymore. Kinda good though in a way, our deputy principal was there and an English teacher and it was a really bright room and we were sort of right in the line of view of the boys' table. Although maybe if we had done it we would have distracted them enough to WIN. (Of course I don't condone that sort of exploitation - :P -  of the nature of teenage boys in order to win. Usually it's easy enough to win anyways, this was an exception.)

Other than that I’m not sure what to say. Hope you didn’t miss me too much lovelies. Oh, Doctor Who on Saturday was … mmmm the plot wasn’t the most exciting, I spent most of the time calling it stupid until the bit where they were in the parallel universe that had been in tandem with ours for a bit, that was quite nice. I wish there had been more bits about the feeling like someone was watching them, because as far as I remember it only happened once and it was a pretty big plot device and it would have been a much more exciting reveal had more importance been placed on it early on. What do you guys think? Do you watch Doctor Who? Do you exist or are you only the Silence?

Okay I should go now because I am so tired and need to read a lot. I need to read SO MUCH. I can’t wait until this year is over, seriously.

Love you pretty much as much as WINNING SOCCER!

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Gone Fishing

See I have this theory, right? It’s called the Gone Fishing Theory of Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey Stuff. (I love Doctor Who. Its brilliance astounds me continually.)

So basically the theory goes like this. There’s no real good or bad in the world. There’s only there at the right time, or Gone Fishing.

Let’s take a relationship for example. Boy is in love with Girl. Girl is in love with Boy Number Two. Boy despairs because he thought that the good guy was supposed to always get the girl. Girl says, perhaps there is no good guy in this situation. There is only there at the right time (Boy Number Two) or Gone Fishing (Boy).

I think that’s how the world works sometimes. It’s just random occurrences that shape our lives in ways we cannot imagine. I might, for example, have spent my entire youth at Parkes, where the massive telescope is, in the middle of New South Wales. My dad only just missed out on a job there – he was Gone Fishing (not literally). Had he been there at the right time, I would have spent my life with about ten other kids, gone to a tiny school, been a proper country girl. Who knows what I would be like right now?

Another example happened in year six. We had to put in an application to high schools, and I had Fort Street as my first choice. Had I Gone Fishing and not been there to change my choices at literally the last minute (my teacher was about to post off the applications when mum and I went to change it) I would never have gone to Sydney High and met the amazing people I know. Who knows what I would be like right now? (Although I don’t deny that Fort Street is cool and a good school.)

Some people believe in fate, but I believe in luck and mistakes and decisions. You are either there at the right time, or Gone Fishing.

Love you like Matt Smith loves Karen Gillan (he’s in love with her, I can tell).

(Wait bleeeeurgh watch this:                                                                           love is in the air)

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