Yo,
So, I should be practicing writing an essay for Religion and Society, but I’ve pretty much already decided that is going to be my bottom subject, so, I will pour all my effort and concentration into the subjects I can actually do, aka; Business Management and Photog. (I can’t actually do photography, I just like cutting and pasting and having a big heavy black folio to cling to my chest as I walk home from school which makes me look arty and cool (like Lisa Simpson in that episode where she goes to Uni and puts on a Beret and instantly looks k00l)) Anyway. I don’t know. I had a pretty shit weekend, not really, but bits of it I guessed sucked, like un-reliable people, and then missing my bus stop and walking across a freeway without shoes on and with tears streaming down my face. I also loved the bus driver who let us out about 2km before the real stop and having to walk around, what was basically the bush, for a good half an hour. I did, although enjoy my bed a little extra after that. Also, I still have tickets to my favourite band and I am still under 18 and it is still 18+ and I still don’t have an ID. And I guess that is probably what is keeping me up at night at the moment. Which is good, because If something like this is the worst of my problems then I must be living a dream. Also, I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally want to go to Soundwave to see my faves Jack’s Mannequin and Angels and Airwaves, but it’s fine.
I don’t know.
I am tired, and moody, and there isn’t enough time for this stupid Internet site. Also, I am getting fat because I avoid studying in study periods by going down the road and spending ridiculous amount of money on food. Also, Schoolies is now booked and I have no money.
The only thing that is fab at the moment is gymnastics, and my beautiful photography folio. Although, nothing isn’t good, it’s all just on that level where it exists, but I really don’t have the energy to care about it. Which brings us back to Religion and Society and the essay I should be writing.
Adiossssssssssssssssssssss.
