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Things that were on my mind today:
1. If you are reading this, please, please click on this link to sign the petition regarding the live export of animals. Watch the video on the page and you'll wish you could do more to help. Click here. 

2. The Middleton's business getting Justin Bieber's approval to be the official Bieber party supplier in the UK? Really? Want to make it any more obvious that you're cashing in on your daughter's wedding?

3. I've found that I really need to stop trying to please everyone. It's impossible!

4. I wish this was my bedroom:

Crappiest afternoon

I really wish that the HSC didn't mean so much to me, so that I could just get a bag, jump on the next country-link train out of Central and get as far away from Sydney as possible. The preparation for the exams next week is just really, really stressing me out. Gaahh.

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Developments in my life since I last wrote:
1. We got our year 12 jerseys=new-found sense of authority. I feel like shouting 'LIKE A BOSS' every time I'm walking down a corridor. Yesterday, I bumped into a junior.....AND DIDN'T EVEN SAY SORRY. I'm such a bad-ass.
2. I finished my year book page. A bit of a gel-pen overdose, but what else was I supposed to use to make it look pretty?
3. Exams are next week, so don't expect much from me this week. SUPPORT ME IN MY STUDIES. You going on this blog=page views=me wanting to write things.

LOL

This may or may not be the worst ad I have EVER SEEN. LOL. I'm sure his acting career is going to kick off. And kudos to the special effects people for the 'realistic' flying they've got going on there.

NEW LIFE PHILOSOPHY(S)

1.I got a bit sad yesterday after hearing something, and then it occurred to me that every 60 seconds you spend being sad/angry, you loose 60 seconds of happiness that you'll never be able to get back. So basically, stop being sad over people who aren't worth being sad over and who are instead wasting valuable seconds of happiness in your life!

2.Whenever I have a lot of work to do (I.E. NOW), I have a habit of lying on my bed drinking tea, feeling really, really stressed and evidently not doing much about it. As I was doing exactly this on Monday afternoon, lying on my bed thinking about and avoiding all the work I have to do, my mind raced back to a lecture a psychologist have for year 12 at the beginning of the year. When you feel stressed, avoiding what's making you stressed isn't going to make that feeling go away/improve your situation. So in order to feel more relaxed, why don't you actually do that work? No-one can deny the fact that finishing a task comes with an immediate and lasting feeling of satisfaction.
It seems relatively simple, kind of a duurrr/obvious statement, but I just stopped to actually consider what she was saying. How about instead of worrying about all the work I have to do and doing nothing about it, I actually do it? So that Monday night, I made a to-do lost of all the things I have to do/that are making me stressed, and I broke them down into tasks to complete every day, and I am proud to say that I HAVE ACTUALLY STUCK TO IT. It feels sooooo good to tick off a task (almost as good as the first sip of coffee on a cold morning, like today), and I'M ACTUALLY GETTING MY WORK DONNEEEEE!! I MIGHT JUST SURVIVE YEAR 12!! Eternal snaps for me. Actually, eternal snaps for that psychologist.

In the MX this afternoon, I came across an article on a Canadian couple deciding to let their newborn child choose their gender (i.e are raising their baby 'gender neutral') to avoid putting society's limitations on it. They believe that the child has the right to choose it's gender. Am I just post-modernist, or is that a perfectly acceptable/if not great idea? Why not let the kid choose? Ok, maybe I just am too post-modern...

Wuv y00h
xoxo

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNDDD

I am officially sick. Sick enough for me to decide to....drum roll please....
TO NOT GO TO SCHOOOOL TOMORROW. (First time I've taken a day off since year 10).
 Yeah, turns out that going out last night didn't have an all too positive effect on my health, seeing as though I was already sick. A pretty good case of 'I told you so' on Mum's behalf. Sooooo today I woke up with a chesty cough annnndd have been reveling in self-pity for the entire duration of the day. Oh, and to make my day even BETTER (note sarcasm), I ran into my modern teacher at Edmunds and Greer. AGAIN. *facepalm*

Today my 10 year old brother finally saved up enough to go out and buy an iPod Touch. It was pretty much a big wake-up call for me to start saving for America- if my little brother can save, why can't I? OH WAIT. I have a coffee addiction.
Woo.
So I've come up with an action plan. Instead of having a small coffee a day, I'm limiting myself to 3 a week (a week being 7 days, not a school week), and filling in the rest with Irish Breakfast tea. So I'll be saving..yeah I don't do maths/don't have a calculator, so you work it out. HAVE FAITH IN MEE PEOPLE!
I'm off to go and lie down, revel in more self-pity.
Taa taa x
P.S. I love this soonngggg so much. I love pretty much every song by these talented people.

Randomness

So after a long day (and yes, I had a coffee this morning. It has never tasted so good), I came home, made tea, and got on Tumblr. It was so peaceful and quiet, then at approximately 6.30pm the door bell starts ringing frantically. I run over to open the door, and Mum, Dad and my little brother Chris run in. Mum's yelling, Dad's yelling, and all I can make out is that Dad's sliced his finger really badly and has to go to hospital. Before running back out the door, Mum yells at me to make Chris dinner while they go to hospital.
Dinner.
Me
Make
DINNNEEERR!!??

I honestly couldn't cook to save my life. Only last year did I learn how to 'make' cup noodles (I used to think that you put the sachets in the boiling water, not pour the contents out into the noodles), and I don't even know how to turn an oven on.
After Mum and Dad had gone to hospital, Chris started watching TV and I opened the pantry doors, looking at the shelves like an idiot. I thought I could get away with giving Chris toast or cup noodles for dinner, but I knew that he would tell Mum, so I began to search for things I could 'cook'.
In the pantry, all I could see were ingredients, and I don't know what to do with any of them, so I looked in the fridge instead. My eyes settled on a packet of Coles Butter Chicken that Dad must have bought a couple of days ago. I picked it up and on the back of the packet it says what to do with it. I needed to:
1. Take the lid off
2. Poke holes in the plastic sheet
3. Put it in the microwave for 3 minutes

I took the lid off, found a knife to stab a few holes, then put it in the microwave. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get it to 3 minutes- first I set it to 3 seconds, then 30 seconds, then 18 seconds (don't ask). I FINALLY got it to 3 minutes, and when it started cooking I genuinely asked Chris to back away from it due to me being scared that I did something wrong (like not stabbing enough holes) and that it might blow up. Recently I placed a yogo in its cup in the microwave, and it didn't occur to me that you can't put that sort of plastic in microwaves. I was watching it turn around in the microwave when all of a sudden there was a white light which I could see for a long time whenever I blinked. It burnt a hole through the plastic, but I are the yogo anyway. It didn't occur to me that it could have poisoned the yogo or something.
So yeah, the butter chicken survived and Chris, Phoebe and I ate it. I COOKED SOMEEETHINGGG!!!!

I'm in love with this guy's videos. HE'S SOOO CUTTEE HFUISHLNFJSDKHNFS.

I'm sick.

Not as in the awesome sick. The virus sick. My ears, throat and nose all hurt, and the sad thing is that I'm not willing to miss a day of school to get better. HFUISDHFUISD.And I haven't had a coffee ALLLL WEEEEEEKK. It's probably the absence of caffeine in my blood that has made me sick! Or it could just be the absolutely freezing cold weather....that's not too enjoyable when you've lost your tights...

I saw this picture today and I have since decided that I need this room/bed/closet.

Today, I was told the coffee lady that we had just finished studying Stalin. I was particularly interested to hear her say that she thought Lenin was just as bad as Stalin. She told me that "Russia is a beautiful country that has always been run by idiots. Don't tell anyone".


Recently Phoebe and I realised how addicted to coffee we are, and it got me thinking: Why do I like coffee so much? What is so good about it? It's just a hot drink, like tea and hot chocolate. I began to think of reasons why I like it:
-The foam, with the sprinkles of chocolate on it. It truely is the best way to start off a drink
-The creamy taste of coffee is just so soothing, I can feel it gradually warm up my whole body
-The armoa is pretty much sensational
-It wakes me up and is energising
-IT'S JUST SO TASTYYYY


Whoever wrote this is definitely a fellow coffee addict:

I HATE CONFUSING MYSELF

Sorry I haven't update in a while- I've been so busy with school that:
a) I haven't had anytime to write
b)Nothing particularly remarkable has happened in the past few days

Despite my entire existence being an embarrassing moment, something particularly cringe-worthy happened a couple of days ago.
I was having a relatively crappy day, so instead of going to the library I went to the park near my house, thinking that it would be nice to do my homework on the grass. I was looking at my reflection in a deserted car window so I could do my hair, then when I was done I scanned my eyes through the window to inside the car. To my horror, I was to discover that the car was not so deserted. The chair was reclined, with an older couple lying down on it...yeah....I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I proceeded to the park, and was recovering from my awkward-moment-on-steroids-moment, beginning to relax and feeling a tad optimistic. Then a family starts having a memorial service for what must have been a family member. I then came home, fell asleep on my bed, and woke up to a giant huntsman spider on my roof.
Cindy called, and I recounted my fml afternoon. She said that she hoped it would get better, and I am pleased to announce THAT IT DID. Eleni bought tickets for us to go to THE 12.01 SESSION OF HARRY POTTER AT GEORGE ST. My life in complete. Well until I meet and marry Francisco Lachowski.

COMING UP THIS WEEKEND:
-Last night I went out for my Nan's 71st birthday dinner. It was at this beautiful water-side place, and then we went back to their house for cake. I wuv ma family.
-Today I'm going to the library (no surprise there), then going to a 1990s themed party. WHAT DO I WEAR. FJIOSD;HGJOSDHGUOIDHNFGJOHDNFG.
-Tomorrow I'm going to an 'English Extension Day', and my lecturer is a teacher from my school....awkies...

rofl.

OBSESSION

I am  obsessed with this photo blog (click here) by an 18 year old photographer. She has real talent. Here are some of my favourites:

This weekend has relatively small to-do list. I got loads of work done this week so this weekend I can relax a bit, which is good timing seeing as though it's Dad's birthday and Mothers' Day. I'm so tired at the moment that I'm actually going to go to bed soon. After I continue trawling Asos- best online fashion shopping site EVER. I have about 18 things I'm saving up for. Laterzzz!

Pah.

I have numerous things to say on this fine afternoon:
1. Parent teacher interviews went SO WELL. I was fearing the fatal doorbell which would signify my parents arriving home, and when it eventually rang I was preparing myself for the worst. BUT IT WAS AMAZING. They were so happy with my teachers' comments about my supposed "work ethic" that they want me to go out and party more, and do yoga more often to maintain 'balance' in my life. PARTY IN THA YIEW-ESH-AAYY
2. I had the loveliest chat with a mentally-disablled lady on the station this morning. She came up to me and asked about my crab-purse and from then until my train pulled in we talked about how hard it is to get jobs, Edmunds and Greer, clothes, phones, and coffee amongst other things. When my train came we parted ways, and I took a seat. A smartly-dressed woman who looked around my mum's age came up to me and said "Did you know that retarded person who was talking to you?" , to which I replied no, that she was purely a stranger. The lady then went on to say "Oh, because she came up and started talking to me after you left and I ran as fast as I could away from her!", laughing while she said this, then walked away. I was pretty shocked that someone would be so ignorant, and it made me so angry and frustrated how the people HER AGE and of HER GENERATION are the ones who are constantly complaining about our generation are just so self-centred and think that the world revolves around us. I wonder what my parents have to say about this representative of their generation.
3. I hate it when people choose their university degrees based on how high their ATAR is, rather than choosing a course that they're actually interested in and have a passion for. Today it is basically known that if you get 99.95 you either go into Med or Law, not necessarily because the people actually want to do them, but becausee, well, it's Med and Law and they're hard to get into. My dream is get into Sydney Uni law, and it makes me so angry that the majority of people who will be accepted into the course don't have a passion for it and aren't even considering a career in law, or are just considering a career in law because it pays well. HFHSJODGOISDJFKSLDJFLKSD. NGOJDNFGKDNFM. FDS.

Today I wrote down things in my phone that I felt needed to be mentioned on this blog:
1. To all the Sydney kids, I am organising a Harry Potter flash-mob which will take place the day before the final movie comes out (July 14). It will be held at the intersection outside the QVB during one of the red lights at 12pm (when the clock sounds), and then proceed to/finish at Hyde Park. It will be a wizarding war, so I'll make a public Facebook event so people know that they have to choose a side! Should be sweet.

2. I was on the train to school this morning and a really, really attractive girl came down the stairs and sat down a couple of seats away. The guy sitting in front of my, on his laptop, Googled 'Brentstreet' and as I was wondering why a middle-aged man would be googeling Brent Street, I looked over and on the girl's jacket it said BRENT STREET. Was that guy was a perve.... or is Brent street is very good at advertising  Probably both?

3. The Logies.......what is there to celebrate about Australian TV? The winner of the Golden Logie just emphasises the fact that no one really gives a shit about people who should really be getting jobs which will benefit humanity.

4. So Osama is dead.....while I'm glad that he got the ending he deserved, there's not much to celebrate as it's not going to end 'the war on terror'...it could potentially even make it worse.