A Happy Coincidence

Life is pretty good at the moment (minus piles of homework, study for trials, drama log booking up to my ears and approx. 45 essays that I have to write in the next month or two). The holidays are in full abundance around me, I didn’t get Bruv’s (or muv’s) whooping cough, these winter days have been absolutely gorgeous, and I’m listening to Clare Bowditch and her lovely voice.

Do you know what makes everything infinitesimally better? The fact that tonight at 9pm on SBS the Matildas are playing SWEDEN in the Women’s World Cup. OH MY GOSH what a happy coincidence, is it not? Don’t worry, I am patriotic enough to go for the Matildas, plus I find myself incredibly emotionally vested in their success, and they’re a really good team (better than the Socceroos, don’t shoot, but honestly, the quality of their football is a-a-a-amazing). So I hope that they get through to the semis and hence get further than the men’s team has ever gotten in their World Cup, hence bringing women’s football into the foreground in Australian sport because golly gee it never gets any coverage.

I just said golly gee. Did you like that? J

What else? Had a lovely night with Tersa and Loxie the other night, despite Lox not wearing appropriate footwear (“I thought I was going to be on a boat!”) and complaining the entire time as we practically carried her from Railway Square to a closed High Tea shop on Elizabeth Street, down to the markets in Chinatown, back up to Central, to the yummy cheap Japanese noodle bar near George Street cinema, then all the way to Darling Harbour for ice cream and the beautiful view and finally back to Railway Square to escape the rapidly gross-growing Friday night-life. The best part, however, was when we convinced Lox to buy very fobby slippers (black with pink bows at the back and massive pink sleepy-faces on the top), and she wore them all the way home with her Youth Parliament office attire.

Also infinitely fun? (Let me be Chloe again and write a list.)

       ¥            French-speaking day with Joanne and Shakira at the chocolate shop.

       ¥            Soccer team sleepover on Wednesday night complete with red cordial and a high school movie marathon through the ages – Grease, The Breakfast Club and Bring It On, which was cut off because of the Matildas vs. Norway game YAY FOR WINNING (last time we had a team sleepover we watched the Socceroos get smashed by Germany, so it was a nice change).

       ¥            Taking all my Russia notes to study at the park with a picnic blanket, some brain food (walnuts and bananas) and good studying music.

       ¥            Just chilling with Claudie.

       ¥            HARRY POTTER (complete with marathon) IN TWO DAYS! OH MY GOODNESS! Also, we get to see it before America, so sucked in ‘Sorcerer’s Stone’ people. Pfft. But don’t worry, I won’t give anything away before Friday ... maybe.

Did you see what I did there? Did you see what I did there with the infinity signs and the ‘infinitely fun’ thing? No matter how much I pretend I dislike maths, I will never get over maths jokes.

One last thought on a totally unrelated (and political YAY) topic.

Bob Katter has started his own political party, it’s called the Australian Party. I heard this (of course, while watching Q&A) a while ago and it got me on a long train of thought (not months long but I haven’t been able to post about it until now).  

See, ‘the Australian Party’ is not very imaginative. If I were Bob Katter, I would come up with something much much better.

The Mad Katter’s Tea Party, perhaps?

I am freaking hilarious, no?

How long did that take to come up with?

…An entire shampoo (lather, rinse, repeat) and conditioning?

Wait a second … you were thinking about Bob Katter in the shower? That’s a little weird/awkward/embarrassing.

Oh be quiet anonymous hopefully-existent internet-users. There is nothing going on between me and Bob Katter. Loxie and Bob Katter, on the other hand ... J Now I’ll just sit and wait for her to disagree, because she disagrees with everything just for the sake of it. If I’m lucky she’ll disagree with that too. Louise? I’m waiting for the argument.

Anyway. Right well love you to ¥ and beyond, just as much as my dad-jokes and my lack of whooping cough AND HARRY OH MY GOSH POTTER!

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Happiness in General and Poetic Thoughts #5

I’m happy – despite no longer coming first in modern L -- and it’s because I have very nearly finished my extension two draft (it needs editing, but I’ve only got a few more words to write write and then I’m GOOD), and I’ve helped Jermione finish the year 12 Chronicle report and it’s lovely, I think, and I had chocolate ice cream for dessert with bits of raspberry liquorice cut up in it. I came up with that idea myself. (I had to spend a long time thinking of how to spell liquorice and dessert. Both are difficult words to spell. I used to be so good at spelling too. It’s a real shame.)

Trials are scary – we got our timetable and I have Modern (three hours) and Drama (90 mins) on the same day – although I know people with six hours of exams on one day so I really can’t complain. Plus no one really cares about drama theory ... I think :S so that’s nice.

Also, it’s almost holidays – sorry, I meant “holidays” because these holidays are going to be pretty full of work. You should see the timetable I drew up though, it’s so pretty and organise-y. Purple for fun, blue for school-related excursions, green for study, pink for homework, and yellow for other. It’s sort of beautiful. And when I can’t decide whether something is fun or a school-related excursion (such as Kate and Chloe and me having a GP day sometime) I’m going to do a multi-coloured swirl.

So, a poem for you because I’m happy, and because I’ve officially titled this post “Happiness in general and Poetic Thoughts #5”:

Wishful Thinking

I wish I were my dog, her name is Maude.

She sleeps all day.

Sometimes she goes for walks.

Sometimes she eats.

But mainly she sleeps.

I would be Maude and I would sleep all day and eat sometimes and walk sometimes and I would get really really fat.

But I wouldn’t mind.

Because I would be a dog.

(I don't believe you are, as of yet, acquainted with Maudie. This is she, in younger, cuter days. Just kidding, she's still adorable of course.)

I'm in a car

Argh i know this is a weird font and all but I'm in a car (see title) on my way to OMIGOSH the most exciting place in the world or something, Canberra. I very nearly typed Canada then. Oh well, one can always dream.

Anyhoo so I don't know what to say exactly, I just wanted to be all spiffy and use my dad's iPad to post this and also be all committed and everything to blogging. I'm scared because I know I haven't done enoaugh homework these holidays, and yeah, there's still five more days to go but it's starting to stress me out a little.

But you know what? Soon this will all be over. I don't just mean my trip to Canberra, I mean school in general. Thirteen years of pretending to throw up in the junior girls toilets so I could go home early (haha actually that was just once, when I was much younger and fuller of hatred for school ... plus I went to Dobroyd then, not saying it's a bad school, but ... you know), thhirteen years of barely edible packed lunches (I was the girl with the cheese and vegemite sandwich and a banana every day in primary school ... I remember the day when mum bought us roll ups in year one and it was one of the best days of my life), and thirteen years of waiting, waiting, waiting, for the beLl for the end of classes to go.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE school.

It just can't be good for your health is all.

Love you as much as I love Sydney.

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Holidays

I took off my school uniform, put it in the laundry basket and said, “See you in three weeks!”

And I am so incredibly happy.

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