Friday, November 25

A long overdue post about the end of the year and everything which will probably take a few days to compose, thus making it even more overdue

And I'm sort of quite sleepy, so I shall return to this tomorrow.

Or maybe I'll write just a little bit while I'm here, and now that I've gotten off MSN. I know! I shall do this in parts! That shall be exciting!

Yeah, dress signing, muck up day and valedictory came and went. It was interesting, and a little bit of an anti-climax for me. I didn't cry, due to the fact that I was feeling extremely chipper during that period, and looking forward to pretty much everything life had to throw at me. There was a lot of thinking about old school and everything, and thinking about how many more people I know at my school now, and how many more friends I have. I don't know if that's due to the fact that I have been here for four years, and only at my old school for two, years during which I practically only had classes with my form. But yeah, I like to think it's because I just fit in better. Look at all the colourful signatures. And the bells which jingled and annoyed the hell out of everyone. My t-shirt when I left my old sorta very empty. 

I'm quite glad I left. It has changed me quite significantly. 

I had previously thought that I would cry on muck up day, but alas it was not to be. Just many hugs, and exhaustion by the end of it. Right to the very end, I didn't really get to enjoy and relax and have fun cause I was organising a performance. I had a dream a few weeks ago where there was a breakfast at school again...probably fuelled by subconscious regrets that I didn't actually eat anything from the year 12 breakfast on  that day. 

I confess that I got no buzz, and barely remember the performance. I got more buzz envisioning it whilst I was singing in the shower, or rehearsing in L3. But such is life (almost typed suck is life...), and yeah, performances are a bit hit and miss. 

Speech Night was the big one for me, and has since worn off a little bit. But actually worked, although that wasn't something I realised until the night had finished and people were congratulating us on the fact that it was good. I'm going to miss music so much. It's not the people I'm going to miss, it's not my friends that make graduating sad, though I will miss the fact that I get to see them every day, and can just run into them in that tiny little school. But the ones who are worth it will stick around, and though it may not be as often, as frequent or whatever, all going well, I will see them. But more than anything it's the experiences I've had there, and the opportunities for them. It's the fact that I'm never going to get those four years of amazing experiences and memories back, ones which can only possibly be formed in high school. No more musicals, Winter Concerts, Speech Nights, classrooms, inter-form competitions and rivalry, form assembly...all that stuff. No more walking into conference room whatever to have a class with Alexis. Merci pour tout ce que tu as fait pour nous. Comme tu as dit, il n'y a pas de mots. Mais, merci, merci, merci de m'avoir nous enseigné, mais surtout, ton amitié. Tes cours vont vraiment me manquer, et, ça va sans dire que tu vas énormément me manquer (j'ai écrit manger...comme je suis fatiguée). Merci.   

And that is my lovely, not particularly long ramble about the end of the year and what it means for me. I rambled longer last year about last year's year 12s. But I feel like I've exhausted this topic already with myself. To finish, they were a good four years which shaped me hugely at a time where I needed shaping. That didn't even make sense. I'm glad I ended up here though. 

Ha! It didn't take me days to write this. I did it all in...I'm not sure what time it was when I started. I'm sorta sleepy. Dancing tomorrow. Yay. Then party the day after. Yay. Then more dancing! Yay! 

I need to find some source of income. I think I'm a stressful, and expensive, child to have around the house. 

Tuesday, November 22

Beginning to get sick...again

I'm rather impressed. I haven't been sick for a while, and usually I get sick every fortnight. So yeah, I'm quite happy already. But now my head is starting to get quite heavy, and my throat is rather uncomfortable, verging on sore.

Just another day. I can hold out for another day. COME ON IMMUNE SYSTEM. Nearly there. Tonight is the end of those four brilliant years which I will never get back, never even get close to having again. No matter where I end up.

Anyway, off to do French and stuff, and have that last shot at the 99.95 which is largely already set in stone. Allez!

Sunday, November 20

Just rewatched chorals video

1. Jane's voice was amazing in Firework. Did you hear her, ahem, Belt?
2. Michelle's opening to For Good.
3. Drums. Drumming just makes me excited in general.
4. Yoyo's intense vibrato face.
5. Hearing the vibraphone in For Good.
6. We were so good. We were so so so so freaking good.

I'm never going to get that again. Ever.

Should do French. I need to hit my two hours. Especially considering I didn't do any over the past two days.

Monday, November 14

I spent the whole day procrasti-reading

And now I feel immensely sleepy. I don't think ten day breaks are a positive thung for my French exam. Shall do I WILL. REALLY. 


I remember crying to this for some strange reason. Probably cause it's so beautiful, simple, and yet often so difficult to attain. 

Sigh at the fact that my exam period still has another week to run. Sigh that it's also on Speech Night. Ah well. It happens.


Yeah, slightly late. But I am very welcoming of this "improves voice recognition for Australian users using dictation." Extremely welcoming. 

And an update on the sticky note on my desktop: 

  • watch and read the perks of being a wallflower: Although apparently the movie isn't actually out yet. As unattainable as my "watch Avengers" dot point. 
  • easy a 
  • kingdom hearts 
  • reborn 
  • rave: Not raving, but reading Rave. Or whatever it's called.  
  • pokemon bw: Both find a way to hunt down the manga, and play it. 
  • soulsilver: Need to beat frickin Red. Imma train that Quagsire hard.  
  • original silver: After I go through the messy business of transferring my Celebi out, then back in. Then I get to play on my lovely purple GameBoy Colour with no backlight, because we can't seem to find the charger for the SP. Which means that if someone turns the light off while I'm playing, I am rendered incapable of seeing the screen. Ah, the good old days. 
  • plan and write a frickin book: In the process of the frickin writing, but I probably need to do some frickin planning to get the frickin writing done. At the moment it's more of a pleasure/pass the time/get these scenarios out of my head so I can actually sleep without having to play them over and over kind of thing. Not that they don't play in my head anyway...but it feels like I should write them down. 

Monday, November 7

List of things to do following exams, as per the sticky note on my desktop

  • scar tissue: read Scar Tissue. Although I guess I have to purchase it first. 
  • rafa: read Rafa's book. 
  • conan 739: to remind myself that I am up to chapter 739. Need to catch up. Bahahahaha. 
  • x-men origines: how embarrassing, I made a typo on the sticky note...but yes, need to watch X-Men. I forget whether or not we bought that one...I think we did. 
  • captain america: pretty self-explanatory. 
  • avengers: also self-explanatory, but difficult to do seeing as it isn't actually out yet. 
  • spider man: I don't know why that's on the list. I'm not a big fan of Spider Man. Or maybe I was when I wrote it down...
  • mashup of without you and with or without you: being a David Guetta song and a U2 one. They just flow very well. Need to record it for my own satisfaction. 
  • narnia: put that on there last night...don't know if I actually want to read it though. 
  • coldplay at emas 2011: saw a gif floating around on Tumblr of Coldplay playing at the EMAs. And it looked like a good gig. And they played their Mylo Xyloto stuff. I really quite badly want them to come to Australia. 
And that is what the list currently looks like.

Once upon a time somebody ran. Somebody ran away, saying "fast as I can. I got to go." Once upon a time, we fell apart. You're holding in your hands two halves of my heart. Once upon a time, we burn bright, now all we seem to do is fight. Coulda been a princess, you'd be a king. Coulda had a castle, and worn a ring. But no. You let me go. 
You stole my star.
And for that I'm sorry. Not sad over it anymore, and sorry doesn't really do much. But yeah.