BIG DAY OUT

Can i just express how excited, pumped, stoked i am for the BDO line-up?? IT IS AMAZING.

Best Coast
Foster The People
Cage the Elephant
The Getaway Plan
Girl Talk
Frenzal Rhomb
Odd Future
The Jezabels
Battles
Architecture in Helsinki
Mariachi El Bronx
Parkway Drive
Boy & Bear
Hilltop Hoods
Röyksopp
The Living End
My Chemical Romance


+ 3 headliners to be announced tomorrow!


I am just happy that i actually know most of these bands! I've only been to one music festival before (Sound Relief) and it was amazing. Saw Coldplay for goodness sake!! 


The Summer of 2012 seems like a bright but distant star, only to be dimmed by the HSC :(

CRY

I had a feeling i would but it actually happened. I shed my first tear in the midst of graduation. English with Mrs Levick was intense. Her farewell speech, omg. And then i saw Benno crying. Not a single dry eye. And it happened. It def. won't be the last time. I know it.

The Last Monday

Today was amazing. Woke up after 4 hours of sleep to catch the 7.09 train (an hour earlier than usual...). Thankfully Lissa's mum drove us to school from Chester Hill. From then, Lakhena whipped out the packets of balloons and we got blowing (LOL). As a unit, we sat, making sexual jokes and filled the corridor. It was amazing. Our jaws and fingers hurt but it was worth it.

I particularly enjoyed seeing the English and History teachers walking past with a bemused look on their face. 

However, not all teachers were pleased about our efforts of bringing a little colour into the school. Namely Mr Feofillof who is accused of calling Ms Ellis in the first place. SQUEALER!! And then she makes a massive fuss over balloons. Who gives a shit, theyre balloons. It was only a problem because she made it one. They didn't disrupt the class. Her trying to slam doors, yelling at kids to get back to class and popping them one by one in the corridors was the disruption. So well done. 

Lunch was so much more enjoyable. I stole Aziz's idea of getting my jersey signed. Why not? It's the last week of school! The forecast indicates that there will be warm weather, so I won't be actually wearing it often enough to get into trouble. We can't wear it to assembly. And by the time HSC comes (omggg), we would have received brand spankin' new jerseys.

And Dillon's heart-felt message on Facebook..what are you doing to me :'(

LOL

"So my mom went to the store and called and asked if I wanted anything and I was like yeah get me some facewash please and she was like what kind and I was like the kind for your face and then she was like BRAND and I was like seriously I don’t care get me fucking hannah montana for all I care, cause I’m a smartass like that, and her, also being a smartass, brings this shit home to me. My fucking mother. No one angers me more." http://michaeljosephcano.tumblr.com/post/1317591510/so-my-mom-went-to-the-store-and-called-and-asked


HAHA HIS FACE. OMGGGGGGGGgg HAHAHAHA

La Fin.

It has finally hit me that there is only 4 days of school left. 4. F.O.U.R. It's so cliched, but i feel that my life has absolutely flown past me. I still remember in year 4, I was with my friends trying to figure out the year we would graduate. 2011 seemed too far away to worry about, yet here we are - approaching the end.

I am genuinely going to miss everyone. In my junior years, I only had a small circle of friends. It was only when the horrible people dropped out in year 10, and the selective/community streams mixed together that I was able to branch out and make a whole bunch of new friends.

It's a similar to the last few days of primary school. I was friends with everyone, O.C. or not. I am not the crying type. Only great pain or an extremely sad movie can move me to tears. But I am unsure this time. I have a feeling that I might shed a tear.

What I will not miss are some of the teachers. Namely, Ms Dike, Mr Richards and Ms Ellis. D.R.E. LOL! I cannot believe that Ms Ellis told Mina not to cry during the assembly. I cannot believe she thinks she can control someone's emotions. Ridiculous! As someone so wonderfully put it, "tell mr richards to fuck off and leg it LOL" would bring so much satisfaction.

To bring everything back on a positive note, I have much to look forward to. The Beach outing. Formal. University. No anal teachers breathing down our necks. And I know we'll all remain in touch and will regularly meet up. And I am happy that people consider me "the floater". I like hanging out with the different "groups" in our grade and I like being free. I have so much love for everyone.

I genuinely feel our grade is so closely knit together - even the teachers notice this about us.

Rant

Mr Richardson is not only a dickhead, he's a cheap one too.

I asked him if i could take a blank sheet of paper to write Mr Atkinson's message. He says it's for paying customers only.

CAN I THROW A 10 CENT COIN AT YOUR HEAD, THEN???

Tiffany Time

Had such a busy day today. As predicted, these last few weeks have been hectic. Like scoffing my lunch within 10 mins hectic. Spent most of my study period cutting up the formal invites for teachers. As usual, the librarian is a dickface. I made a fun game where whenever he says something like, "no communicating whatsoever" or "no interaction" (first of all, who the hell even says that) i reply with "SUCK A DICK!" In my head of course. I hate him so much i cut his invite with the least amount of precision. MUAHA.

Cutting them was a pain. We all suffered from finger and back cramps. We ended up with black, sooty fingertips. But we laughed at the thin strips of curly paper and made pube jokes. Good times. Also, Mr Crossman is not good looking up close. At all.

Actually delivering them was tedious. Sorting 70+ teachers into faculties and roaming the school is not fun. Mystery teachers are not fun. (Who the heck is Mr Omar??) The English + History faculty are lovely. We walked in and placed each invite onto the teachers' desks, with the help of Levick and other teachers.

And then comes Math and Science. I see Ms Dike eating so i offered to distribute them myself so she would be undisturbed. She kind of laughed in agreement. This other teacher directs me to the desk of the first teacher when Ms Dike gets up and says i shouldnt be roaming around the staffroom. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. You said it was ok? I was being considerate? Why are you sooo anal? So i gladly shove the thick pile into her hands. Happy now? And Fearneside has issues, i dont care what anyone says. Ever since the traumatic experience of going to his class as office messenger in year 8, he gives me the chills. Do not like him. Thank goodness Ms Pham was also there...

Finding a formal dress is an absolute mission. Scouring the internet for dresses. I've tried alllll the typical online stores, westfields, even the dodgey ones. Why is it so difficult this year? In year 10, i had my dress ready 8 months in advance. And several months in advance for year 11 too. Is it because i know this formal is the important one? The one that counts?? All I know is that I seem to be attracted to navy coloured, chiffon dresses. Unsure if I want it to be tailor made because I am lazy and I do not want to fork out hundreds for a dress I will most likely wear once.

Apart from that, I'm stoked that there is only 2 more weeks left. SO KEEN TO GRADUATE OMG.

As Deep as the Ocean

I love strikes. Getting a day off in the middle of the week is fucking awesome and we should have it more often. Instead of taking advantage of this time to study like everyone else seems to be, I decided to go to Cronulla with some pals. Time well spent, I say. 

I had never been to Cronulla before. But luckily, we had Justin (resident beach bum) to show us around. Although he fit right in, I did not! John, Micheal and I were like, 3 out of the 10 Asians from the entire area! And Micheal's Australia tank top and Mina's "I (heart) the Shire" shirt did not help! Can't complain though. Hot surfers yeaaaaah!

It was also the first time I climbed rocks. It was an arduous journey. Sharp rocks, blue ringed octopus warning signs and puddles. The main problem was the moss. Although quite beautiful, they are moist and thus, slippery. The result? Landing on your ass and having a wet bum for the rest of the day. It was a good laugh I suppose, and it could have been a lot worse. It was worth it though. We ended up at this secluded little area where we just sat and relaxed. The best view ever! And i love how secluded and natural everything is.