One Week To Go ...

What are you doing as of this moment?

Lying on a picnic blanket in the garden with a cup of tea, casually booing when the neighbours are cheering at the Rugby World Cup.

What should you be doing as of this moment?

Writing more essays ... I’ve done five today though and my hands are about to fall off.

The HSC is in a week. What is keeping you alive?

Too much tea, a jumper that smells like a fireplace, the beautiful spring air and my dog. I’m bouncing stats of the death tolls during the Troubles off her.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Going to the library with Tazmunia, hopefully, until 10pm. A lot of English study because I haven’t done anything for Paper One yet awkward.

What will you be doing in a week (and about eighteen hours)?

Sitting in the MPH with thirteen other girls, hopefully not laughing and chatting like we did during our reading time in trials, trying to remember something about The Threepenny Opera and Mother Courage.

What is getting on your nerves?

The fact that because I haven’t put a subject into the majority of these sentences, the computer has done that stupid green underlining thing saying YOUR GRAMMAR SUCKS. FIX IT GIRLIE! I’m ignoring it.

Anything else we ought to know?

SORRY that I haven’t written in a while. Perhaps after the HSC/during procrastination time I’ll finish the Camper’s Camper Guide to Camping and post it, it’s very informative and stuff that everyone should know. Especially the Best Group Ever as we’re going camping after the HSC and it’s good to know how to do it. My HSC starts Monday week which is a little bit scary and my eyes hurt from writing so many essays. Also, my pinky really hurts from playing the guitar (procrastination) because my steel strings pretty much sliced it in half. Or something less dramatic.

So that’s where I am at the moment. Not too scared about the HSC. There’s just a lot to know and I don’t feel as if it’s all getting squished into my head. I will feel a bajillion times better after Paper Two (the 19^th – ten days from now argh).

Until next time, mes amis, please enjoy this beautifully-written blurb on the box of tissues sitting on my desk.

Sorbent Velvet is luxuriously soft and strong. Our unique through-air dried tissue technology creates a luxuriously soft tissue that is gentle on your skin. Velvet Large tissues are even larger for the ultimate luxury tissue experience.

Oh dear.

Love you like the word luxuriant. Oh my goodness I love that word so much. Want to woo me (haha), pretty much just say the word luxuriant a lot. Actually don’t ... that’s sort of creepy.

OKAY BYEEEE.

x

Oh my BIFFLE

Last night one of my BIFFLES, or however you’re supposed to spell it, came over to chill before rehearsals for the musical she’s in. Anyways we had a pretty awesome time, just doing stupid things like being pretentious by doing all snazzy acoustic versions of Friday on the guitar/ukulele with Patchy doing a bit of a piano solo in the ‘Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday …’ bit. And then it stopped being acoustic because my bruv has an electric ukulele so we plugged it in and turned up the distortion so it sounded like a heavy metal ukulele. Well, technically it was a heavy metal ukulele, and you know what? We rocked Rebecca Black like … I don’t know. Like tomorrow’s Saturday and how Sunday comes after …wards.

Oh and also we did a bit of Justin Bieber (is that how you spell it? I always forget …) because it’s the same chord progression and, you know, did a bit of "What is This Feeling" from Wicked J Twas really fun.

But yeah you know how there are those dickhead (GREEN OH MY GOD CONGRATS BECCYYYYYYYYY) P-platers who play their Aussie RnB/rap music, I’m not exactly sure what the genre is, really loud as they drive along and give a dodgy name to all other P-platers?

That’s right. We did our little bit of jiving in the IGA car park.

So yeah Bec I love you bajillions. <3 You’re kinda super. Come over next Thursday, I want to perfect our uke/guitar version of Friday like there’s no tomorrow (haha that would be a Friday …)

And as for the rest of you ;) I like you quite a fair bit as well. I love you in the same proportion as how much I hate the Stalin essay I’m attempting (and failing) to write right now. I love you as much as I hate the fact that I just wrote you about 350 words in five minutes and only 36 words of essay in six or seven hours today. Possibly eight. I love you as much as I hate the fact that my drama logbook has disappeared off the face of the planet and hence I am going to fail the performance component of my drama HSC. I love you as much as I hate Canberra and yet am driving (yes, personally) there tomorrow for Easter. Hey it’s Good Friday. Happy Good Friday people who celebrate Good Friday. And Happy Day-Off-Work for those people who don’t, but just get a day off work. It’s pretty snazzy, free holidays J.

I love you as much as free holidays, chocolate eggs and the fact that I can get my Ps in less than a month, put together and times-ed by a lot.

(I hope you don’t think the amount of times I confess my adoration for you anonymous people reduces the potency of the statement. ß Why can’t I write like that in my essay? You know, all pretentious and cleverly? Instead I have …

After Lenin’s death in 1924, the Bolshevik party was in a stage of turmoil and confusion due to a struggle for power between the highest members of the Politburo. After four years of contention, Joseph Stalin,

And it’s terrible. BLEAURGH.)

xx