I just don't know anymore. People say you only live once, so live it how you want. In theory, this is easy, but putting it into practice is the hard part. When there's someone screaming in your ear and jamming orders down your throat.
I started the day in tears, and ending it the same way. All I've done today is homework and housework. The same as every Saturday, because I'm the lazy shit. I just don't know anymore. I know I can't do anything to get myself out of it forever, I'd hurt to many peopole, but sometimes, I can only imagine.
I deffinately know I'm upset because I can't sing. I have to survive til tomorrow, and then I'm gone for a night, at least. To get me away from here. From a place I call home, but at times I call Prison. I'm not hungry anymore.
I can't eat, I can't sleep and I can't stand to cheer myself up. And at the moment, I physically can't write.
Friday, February 26, 2010
superstition
It's only 10 in the morning, and I'm crying already. And the worst thing is, I don't know why. This morning Mum and I were reading our horoscope, when we discovered that it might just be that we super pissed someone off in a past life who's been causing shit for us. Any who, I promised in my first blog that I'd tell you about 2009. I will, but to start with, I need to get it out there, why I think I've had some much crapo luck in my short 16 years.
So I was born September 24th 1993. Not long after it was announced that Sydney won the bid to host the 2000 Olympics. I'm not sure what year it was, but Mum, Jake and I were involved in one heel of a crash. Mum hit a wet patch on the road. The car spun for a while and the did head to toe flips. When we finally landed, one of the Cat's Eye posts that you find on the side of the road came up through the floor of the car and between the drivers seat and my car seat. I don't remember much after that. But what I do remember is getting my first Pez with Yiayia and Papou, and playing Banana's in Pyjamas dominoes with Jake outside the Wagga Courthouse. The next thing that I remember in my childhood was picking Hannah's name, and her being born. Not long after that, Dad left for the first time. I remember I was really upset. He came back not too long after that.
So we moved to Batemans Bay in 2000. I went from a school with 100 people, to a school with 500. I was petrified. I screamed for Mum everyday for two or three weeks. 2001, Yiayia and Papou moved to the Bay. That was the year that it all started. I walked under a ladder. I didn't realise until after I'd done it. 7 years of bad luck I thought to myself. Being 6, I didn't think anything of it. Until it came that my Year 2 teacher started abusing me, and the name calling started. I hated Year 2. 2002 was big. Two girls, Kaileigh Fryer and Sarah Kyle. Little did I know, that it wouldn't take long for them to go from friends to enemies. And to cap off the year, October 10th 2002, we got the call that Papou had had a Cardiac Arrest. We rushed to Wagga Base Hospital. No one thought he'd survive. Just as the doctors went to turn the Life Support off, He opened his eyes, sat up and said "Shit I'm thirsty." He continued with, "What the hell am I doing here?" 2003. Year 4. All year, I endured name callings. "Fat pregnant wog," "Dragon face," "Greek bitch." This near killed me. Then the mental abuse came. When people talk about you and look at you, growing a fear that everyone hates you. In my mind this was true. And I did start putting on weight and was slowly becoming depressed. I just didn't know it. 2004. It got better. I was halfway.
Year 5 was the Year I became friends with Miss Ally P. And I was grateful for that. The first real friend I'd had in so many years. Though now that I think about it, it was more of an acquaintance than friend. 2005, Year 6. Seniors of the School. And the names started again. All I wanted at the time was to be pretty like the other girls. Typical, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The year went on like the rest, only this year, we found out Grandma had cancer. 2006 started with a bang. January 18th, Grandma passed away. Year 7, and High School. It was great. I spent my whole first recess with Ally, looking for T4. Little did we know, we'd found it, we just didn't realise there was a foyer between T4 and T5. 2007 I can't actually remember much of, other than I was topping my class at everything, and I was one of the two girls that got an A in our yearly English exam. 2008. What a year. But you already now what happened there.
2009. Year 10. WOO!!! School Certificate. Advanced English. I honestly loved it. And still do. So I puttered along. Doing everything the best I could. I took up saxophone and singing lessons. Loved them. Mum sold the house.I was really getting into footy and beamce and active member of the club. fast forward to September. My birthday. 16. I went for my L's the day after. FAIL. I honestly got really upset. I went again on the Monday and passed. :D YAY! Since then I've only done an hour and a half. November we went to Narooma for a weekend, where we partied with Schoolies and got mighty sun burnt. We sat our SC and waited for the results. ON the 8th of December we had our formal. I wore a dress that was Zebra print and black. Beautiful. When Mum dropped me off, it was raining. I was first to arrive, after Rhys who'd been there with Mrs M. We sat and chatted for a bit and everyone else began to arrive. Everyone looked amazing. I was the best night. The food was alright; the company was amazing and teachers cleverly put helium balloons around the room. I added a little video of Brady. :) The night went on with dancing and everyone talking. This night also began our epic one and a half month mission to get Brady and Ally together. We fill two cups and a jug with wax, pepper and salt. At the end of the night, everyone dragged themselves away and to there next destination, either to the after party or to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling pretty good about myself. I got alot of compliments the night before, which doesn't happen very often, and I'm mighty thankful for that. So the day after we went to St Bernard's and helped the little people there. Then we went to the beach and puttered off home. The next day was officially our last day in Year 10, and subsequently, as Junior members of Carroll College.
When I got my SC, I took it out of the envelope and looked at what I'd gotten. I went into shock and my eyes welled up when I saw that I received a 91 and a Band 6 in English. That was it. I didn't care about the rest of them. I'd put in so much that year, and it had payed off. The rest of December was pretty uneventful. But we did have our first Movie Night. Horror Movies. Later that week we went and watched Paranormal Activity. Thank you guys, it's the end of February and I am only just starting to sleep properly again. New Years was big. The first thing I did for 2010 was reintroduce myself to the Toilet Bowl. We went and watched Avatar New Years Day. Eh, loud noises and bright lights. Not good.
Well I just had a look at the size of this thing and decided I'd best stop. I shall write another tonight.
A quick word to the handy man, don't walk under ladders.
So I was born September 24th 1993. Not long after it was announced that Sydney won the bid to host the 2000 Olympics. I'm not sure what year it was, but Mum, Jake and I were involved in one heel of a crash. Mum hit a wet patch on the road. The car spun for a while and the did head to toe flips. When we finally landed, one of the Cat's Eye posts that you find on the side of the road came up through the floor of the car and between the drivers seat and my car seat. I don't remember much after that. But what I do remember is getting my first Pez with Yiayia and Papou, and playing Banana's in Pyjamas dominoes with Jake outside the Wagga Courthouse. The next thing that I remember in my childhood was picking Hannah's name, and her being born. Not long after that, Dad left for the first time. I remember I was really upset. He came back not too long after that.
So we moved to Batemans Bay in 2000. I went from a school with 100 people, to a school with 500. I was petrified. I screamed for Mum everyday for two or three weeks. 2001, Yiayia and Papou moved to the Bay. That was the year that it all started. I walked under a ladder. I didn't realise until after I'd done it. 7 years of bad luck I thought to myself. Being 6, I didn't think anything of it. Until it came that my Year 2 teacher started abusing me, and the name calling started. I hated Year 2. 2002 was big. Two girls, Kaileigh Fryer and Sarah Kyle. Little did I know, that it wouldn't take long for them to go from friends to enemies. And to cap off the year, October 10th 2002, we got the call that Papou had had a Cardiac Arrest. We rushed to Wagga Base Hospital. No one thought he'd survive. Just as the doctors went to turn the Life Support off, He opened his eyes, sat up and said "Shit I'm thirsty." He continued with, "What the hell am I doing here?" 2003. Year 4. All year, I endured name callings. "Fat pregnant wog," "Dragon face," "Greek bitch." This near killed me. Then the mental abuse came. When people talk about you and look at you, growing a fear that everyone hates you. In my mind this was true. And I did start putting on weight and was slowly becoming depressed. I just didn't know it. 2004. It got better. I was halfway.
Year 5 was the Year I became friends with Miss Ally P. And I was grateful for that. The first real friend I'd had in so many years. Though now that I think about it, it was more of an acquaintance than friend. 2005, Year 6. Seniors of the School. And the names started again. All I wanted at the time was to be pretty like the other girls. Typical, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The year went on like the rest, only this year, we found out Grandma had cancer. 2006 started with a bang. January 18th, Grandma passed away. Year 7, and High School. It was great. I spent my whole first recess with Ally, looking for T4. Little did we know, we'd found it, we just didn't realise there was a foyer between T4 and T5. 2007 I can't actually remember much of, other than I was topping my class at everything, and I was one of the two girls that got an A in our yearly English exam. 2008. What a year. But you already now what happened there.
2009. Year 10. WOO!!! School Certificate. Advanced English. I honestly loved it. And still do. So I puttered along. Doing everything the best I could. I took up saxophone and singing lessons. Loved them. Mum sold the house.I was really getting into footy and beamce and active member of the club. fast forward to September. My birthday. 16. I went for my L's the day after. FAIL. I honestly got really upset. I went again on the Monday and passed. :D YAY! Since then I've only done an hour and a half. November we went to Narooma for a weekend, where we partied with Schoolies and got mighty sun burnt. We sat our SC and waited for the results. ON the 8th of December we had our formal. I wore a dress that was Zebra print and black. Beautiful. When Mum dropped me off, it was raining. I was first to arrive, after Rhys who'd been there with Mrs M. We sat and chatted for a bit and everyone else began to arrive. Everyone looked amazing. I was the best night. The food was alright; the company was amazing and teachers cleverly put helium balloons around the room. I added a little video of Brady. :) The night went on with dancing and everyone talking. This night also began our epic one and a half month mission to get Brady and Ally together. We fill two cups and a jug with wax, pepper and salt. At the end of the night, everyone dragged themselves away and to there next destination, either to the after party or to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling pretty good about myself. I got alot of compliments the night before, which doesn't happen very often, and I'm mighty thankful for that. So the day after we went to St Bernard's and helped the little people there. Then we went to the beach and puttered off home. The next day was officially our last day in Year 10, and subsequently, as Junior members of Carroll College.
When I got my SC, I took it out of the envelope and looked at what I'd gotten. I went into shock and my eyes welled up when I saw that I received a 91 and a Band 6 in English. That was it. I didn't care about the rest of them. I'd put in so much that year, and it had payed off. The rest of December was pretty uneventful. But we did have our first Movie Night. Horror Movies. Later that week we went and watched Paranormal Activity. Thank you guys, it's the end of February and I am only just starting to sleep properly again. New Years was big. The first thing I did for 2010 was reintroduce myself to the Toilet Bowl. We went and watched Avatar New Years Day. Eh, loud noises and bright lights. Not good.
Well I just had a look at the size of this thing and decided I'd best stop. I shall write another tonight.
A quick word to the handy man, don't walk under ladders.
cranberry
I thought I'd best write a Blog before I past out.
I'm totally drained from today. We had an excursion to St. Claire's in Canberra where we listened to people from Caritas talk.
The day started for me at 6 doing my hair and make up, and waking Mum up. So we got in the car and headed off. We arrived at the Bowlo, but noone was there, so we crossed the road and grabbed a coffee.
Mr McAteer and the Carroll Bus arrived. To be honest I was a tad bit petrified about going over the mountain in the little bus. I escorted Tayla to the loo and sculled my coffee, burning my throat and stomach. So we departed and headed up the mountain. I felt a tad bit better when The Wiggles came on on my iPod.
We finally arrived in Canberra and sat through the gruelling hours of lectures on Caritas and what they do. Did you know that 73 million children don't receive an education, and half of that are girls?! Yes thank you Celia, I wonder what the other half could be? And we should take some time to think about the word "When"....
God, even the Caritas people are abit weird upstairs. So we moved on. Recess, we had cake. It was b-e-a-utiful. And they have two dance studios, lockers and elevators!! But the thing I appreciate most about Carroll, is that it's a co-ed school. So we moved into small groups. There was a school from Pambula, so I didn't mind that we had someone else from the Coast there. It was good.
So we went on with lectures about Fiji and the poor people of the world, and farming and something else. I kinda zoned out when they said the priestly dude was coming to talk. Anyone reading this, please do not repeat to teachers.
When we left, we stopped at Queanbeyan Maccas for a quick lunch. Amy and Luke recapped on the fact that half the children that don't go to school are female, and encouraged us to take time to reflect on the word "When". It was hi-larious.
So we trekked home. I sat sideways and stared out the window, occasionally checking on the people who were sleeping to make sure they were still breathing. They were. As we went over the mountain, I was wide awake. I have a thing about sleeping on the mountain. So we got back safe and sound. We got off the bus and said farewell little bus. Turns out my back doesn't appreciate my sitting the way I did. And I'm paying for it now.
When I got home home, Mum walked to her computer and asked why there was corn on the computer. Hannah and I sat in the kitchen, trying to work out what was wrong with corn. Turns out it wasn't corn, it was actually corn-with-a-P.
So now I'm sitting at my computer, dying from exhaustion. I'm off to have some Apple Crumble and a hot shower.
And a word to bus riders, don't sit sideways on a single seat. Your back won't appreciate it very much.
I'm totally drained from today. We had an excursion to St. Claire's in Canberra where we listened to people from Caritas talk.
The day started for me at 6 doing my hair and make up, and waking Mum up. So we got in the car and headed off. We arrived at the Bowlo, but noone was there, so we crossed the road and grabbed a coffee.
Mr McAteer and the Carroll Bus arrived. To be honest I was a tad bit petrified about going over the mountain in the little bus. I escorted Tayla to the loo and sculled my coffee, burning my throat and stomach. So we departed and headed up the mountain. I felt a tad bit better when The Wiggles came on on my iPod.
We finally arrived in Canberra and sat through the gruelling hours of lectures on Caritas and what they do. Did you know that 73 million children don't receive an education, and half of that are girls?! Yes thank you Celia, I wonder what the other half could be? And we should take some time to think about the word "When"....
God, even the Caritas people are abit weird upstairs. So we moved on. Recess, we had cake. It was b-e-a-utiful. And they have two dance studios, lockers and elevators!! But the thing I appreciate most about Carroll, is that it's a co-ed school. So we moved into small groups. There was a school from Pambula, so I didn't mind that we had someone else from the Coast there. It was good.
So we went on with lectures about Fiji and the poor people of the world, and farming and something else. I kinda zoned out when they said the priestly dude was coming to talk. Anyone reading this, please do not repeat to teachers.
When we left, we stopped at Queanbeyan Maccas for a quick lunch. Amy and Luke recapped on the fact that half the children that don't go to school are female, and encouraged us to take time to reflect on the word "When". It was hi-larious.
So we trekked home. I sat sideways and stared out the window, occasionally checking on the people who were sleeping to make sure they were still breathing. They were. As we went over the mountain, I was wide awake. I have a thing about sleeping on the mountain. So we got back safe and sound. We got off the bus and said farewell little bus. Turns out my back doesn't appreciate my sitting the way I did. And I'm paying for it now.
When I got home home, Mum walked to her computer and asked why there was corn on the computer. Hannah and I sat in the kitchen, trying to work out what was wrong with corn. Turns out it wasn't corn, it was actually corn-with-a-P.
So now I'm sitting at my computer, dying from exhaustion. I'm off to have some Apple Crumble and a hot shower.
And a word to bus riders, don't sit sideways on a single seat. Your back won't appreciate it very much.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
thank you.
Today was pretty cool. I found out that my idiot brother didn't break his collar bone. It was actually the growing plate on his shoulder and the end of his shoulder. This is extremely rare and that's why the Doctors had to Google it.
Todaywas pretty much the same as usual. I failed at my mission to make Kayla cry. I failed miserably. I missed out on getting pancakes at recess and I got attack by Greeny's dog, Roxy, at foot training. Nothing serious, just the usually 20kg puppy jumping on you licking your face demanding belly rubs.
If it's not a problem with anyone else I'd like to hand out afew thank yous. To Kayla McClelland. For being the greatest most bestest person in the world. To Alexsandra Patrizi. For being the most beautiful and enlightening of everyone. To Dylan Draper. For pushing some button inside me recently, making me feel so much lighter inside. To Alex Smith and Brady Adams. For knowing how to make me laugh.
Also a super dooper thanks to Brady for that "hug" in Music today. After declaring to everyone, that if I died on our way to Canberra in the Carroll Bus, that I love you all dearly. Brady "sobbed" and latched onto my head. Although it was somewhat terrifying, it was very much comforting.
So I best head and prepare myself for the most terrifying ride of my life.
And a word to the unsatisfied, everyone has something to be thankful for.
Todaywas pretty much the same as usual. I failed at my mission to make Kayla cry. I failed miserably. I missed out on getting pancakes at recess and I got attack by Greeny's dog, Roxy, at foot training. Nothing serious, just the usually 20kg puppy jumping on you licking your face demanding belly rubs.
If it's not a problem with anyone else I'd like to hand out afew thank yous. To Kayla McClelland. For being the greatest most bestest person in the world. To Alexsandra Patrizi. For being the most beautiful and enlightening of everyone. To Dylan Draper. For pushing some button inside me recently, making me feel so much lighter inside. To Alex Smith and Brady Adams. For knowing how to make me laugh.
Also a super dooper thanks to Brady for that "hug" in Music today. After declaring to everyone, that if I died on our way to Canberra in the Carroll Bus, that I love you all dearly. Brady "sobbed" and latched onto my head. Although it was somewhat terrifying, it was very much comforting.
So I best head and prepare myself for the most terrifying ride of my life.
And a word to the unsatisfied, everyone has something to be thankful for.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
je suis kass.
Some people are just dickheads. Take my brother for example.
Today in P2 I received a text from my Mum. Jake was on his was to Moruya Hospital. Cracked me up. About 10 minutes later, I got another one informing me that the idiot had broken his collar bone. Made my day. Considering it was only 10am, I thought we were off to a flying start.
Years 8 and 11 shuffled into the Resource Centre where we sat to watch a motivational multimedia presentation. After the guy asked us to make some noise, I turned to where I heard a blood curdling scream. I instinctively thought it was Alex King doing one of her noise making squeals. Turns out it wasn't Alex, it was even female. It was dear old Matthew Favetta making a dick of himself. Year 11 were in hystreics. So we sat through the 40 minutes of the presentation where we witnessed the lives of five people who've taken personal experiences and made a difference in their own lives, and making a difference in others.
What touched me most was one girl who spoke about her father and his alcohol addiction. This tugged at the heart strings. She continued with stories about her depression and abuse from her father. As I pulled myself back to my own body, my face was wet and nose was dripping. Thank God it was dark.
So after that we had recess. I had a wrap that my dear friend Kayla brought me because I forgot my lunch, we did our CAFs homework and moved onto P3 and 4. Double CAFs. Lunch was uneventful. But we did have a good time listening to our fellow Senior Courtyardians coversations. James thought it'd be funny to declare that men should be able to ask for sex whenever they want it, and get it. He was lucky there wasn't any food thrown.
General Maths. Love it when I can do work, get it, and do it all without a fuss. This Maths lesson, although not very exciting, had its moment. About halfway through Nathaniel answered his phone while Mrs Harris was talking to him. The rest of the day was pretty boring. Came home did my homework.
Boring.
So I thought as an added bonus (YAY) for today I might throw in a few basics about me.
My favourite colour is Purple. Favourite flower is the Orchid. I like Pepsi better than Coke. Dark Chocolate. I have a red phone that looks like a camera. I'm a pyromaniac. Musician. I play Sax, sing, a little bit of piano. I can't play tennis for shit. I like long walks on the beach and poking dead shit with stics. I support the Sydney Rooster and Sydney Swans. Don't have a clue what goes on in Union and don't give a hoot about Soccer. Unless its the world cup. I can listen to every type of music there is. But I can't listen to a 12 year old try and sing "Love Song" by whats her face. That was physically painful. I like camping but next time I'm taking a matress. I speak a bit of French, Italian and Greek. I also speak English. My dreams were crushed when Mums boyfriend informed me that there aren't actaully Limas in Madagascar. Favourite number is 24. I read alot. I own alot of DVD's. I love candles. Don't mind a drink every now and then. I don't drink as much as people would like to think. I'm in Year 11 and I'm studying Biology; Community and Family Studies; Music; General Maths; Hospitality. I prefer Cats, but I absolutely couldn't pass up a big dog. German Shepheards are my favourite but I'd love a Huski. I'm part Greek; Welsh; English; and Aussie. Born in Wagga Wagga and can't wait to go back next year for Uni. My cousin enjoys making fat jokes about me. He's one of my favourites. My favourite cousin is Megan and favourite aunty is Penelope. She's the only one I talk to. Thus far in my driving I've only done 1.5 hours.
So that's me ladies and gents. TTFN.
And a word to those who think they're clever:
1. Don't backflip off other peoples shoulders. You could snap your Collar Bone.
2. I'm Legen-WAIT FOR IT!!-dary.
Today in P2 I received a text from my Mum. Jake was on his was to Moruya Hospital. Cracked me up. About 10 minutes later, I got another one informing me that the idiot had broken his collar bone. Made my day. Considering it was only 10am, I thought we were off to a flying start.
Years 8 and 11 shuffled into the Resource Centre where we sat to watch a motivational multimedia presentation. After the guy asked us to make some noise, I turned to where I heard a blood curdling scream. I instinctively thought it was Alex King doing one of her noise making squeals. Turns out it wasn't Alex, it was even female. It was dear old Matthew Favetta making a dick of himself. Year 11 were in hystreics. So we sat through the 40 minutes of the presentation where we witnessed the lives of five people who've taken personal experiences and made a difference in their own lives, and making a difference in others.
What touched me most was one girl who spoke about her father and his alcohol addiction. This tugged at the heart strings. She continued with stories about her depression and abuse from her father. As I pulled myself back to my own body, my face was wet and nose was dripping. Thank God it was dark.
So after that we had recess. I had a wrap that my dear friend Kayla brought me because I forgot my lunch, we did our CAFs homework and moved onto P3 and 4. Double CAFs. Lunch was uneventful. But we did have a good time listening to our fellow Senior Courtyardians coversations. James thought it'd be funny to declare that men should be able to ask for sex whenever they want it, and get it. He was lucky there wasn't any food thrown.
General Maths. Love it when I can do work, get it, and do it all without a fuss. This Maths lesson, although not very exciting, had its moment. About halfway through Nathaniel answered his phone while Mrs Harris was talking to him. The rest of the day was pretty boring. Came home did my homework.
Boring.
So I thought as an added bonus (YAY) for today I might throw in a few basics about me.
My favourite colour is Purple. Favourite flower is the Orchid. I like Pepsi better than Coke. Dark Chocolate. I have a red phone that looks like a camera. I'm a pyromaniac. Musician. I play Sax, sing, a little bit of piano. I can't play tennis for shit. I like long walks on the beach and poking dead shit with stics. I support the Sydney Rooster and Sydney Swans. Don't have a clue what goes on in Union and don't give a hoot about Soccer. Unless its the world cup. I can listen to every type of music there is. But I can't listen to a 12 year old try and sing "Love Song" by whats her face. That was physically painful. I like camping but next time I'm taking a matress. I speak a bit of French, Italian and Greek. I also speak English. My dreams were crushed when Mums boyfriend informed me that there aren't actaully Limas in Madagascar. Favourite number is 24. I read alot. I own alot of DVD's. I love candles. Don't mind a drink every now and then. I don't drink as much as people would like to think. I'm in Year 11 and I'm studying Biology; Community and Family Studies; Music; General Maths; Hospitality. I prefer Cats, but I absolutely couldn't pass up a big dog. German Shepheards are my favourite but I'd love a Huski. I'm part Greek; Welsh; English; and Aussie. Born in Wagga Wagga and can't wait to go back next year for Uni. My cousin enjoys making fat jokes about me. He's one of my favourites. My favourite cousin is Megan and favourite aunty is Penelope. She's the only one I talk to. Thus far in my driving I've only done 1.5 hours.
So that's me ladies and gents. TTFN.
And a word to those who think they're clever:
1. Don't backflip off other peoples shoulders. You could snap your Collar Bone.
2. I'm Legen-WAIT FOR IT!!-dary.
a smile is the biggest lie i can tell
So... Blog no. 3
Many thanks to Dyl for the inspiration for the name of todays blog. :)
I'd like to make it clear that these blogs are not meant to be a pity-fest. They're being written to show people who I am, and why I have to be happy, and why I have to smile, because if I didn't, I'd probably wouldn't be here.
So anywho. Today was the pretty uneventful day that it usually is. First period Studies of Religion, where the mood was lightened when Izaac discivered a bug that was actually inside the screen and moving around.
Period two Community and Family Studies. Boring. P3 Biology, Brooke got a bug in her eye. Highlight of the lesson. P4 English. Interviews on Li Cunxin. Yay. P5&6 Hospo. We made Bruschetta and some Peach thing. The bruschetta was divine. I got to crush the garlic and cut it up. That was fun, singing with Rhys and James and crushing garlic. WOO!! Then we cooked it all and ate it. The peaches were nice, I don't eat peaches so I gave them to Dyl. His looked like it was a whole new serve.
So I come home and do my usual clean up and make sure the house is clean for Mum so that she isn't stressed to the max. She walks in and nothing. The same usual questions barked at me over and over again. So I go to where I feel happiest. Footy. AFL actually.
The one thing I do outside of school. The one thing I couldn't bring myself to give up. Tis my one and only passion. And my oh-so-cheesy love. Sure people think I go to watch the guys run around topless. I don't, actually. I go because I love the sport and because I'm involved with the club.
I must also give a very big thank you mention to Dyl. For being there and noticing when others don't that I actually feel like crap. Much huugings for Dyl.
And I have a new(sort of) cousin. Jackson, born on Saturday. Congrats to Emma and Jeff. (Y)
What else is new? Eh not much really. Oh, Mums boyfriend is having a sleepover tonight. Which I said was inappropriate. She laughed. I was being totally serious.
So that was my not so uneventful day.
A word for the clever people out there, don't under estimate those you don't know. They could have your back without you realising.
Many thanks to Dyl for the inspiration for the name of todays blog. :)
I'd like to make it clear that these blogs are not meant to be a pity-fest. They're being written to show people who I am, and why I have to be happy, and why I have to smile, because if I didn't, I'd probably wouldn't be here.
So anywho. Today was the pretty uneventful day that it usually is. First period Studies of Religion, where the mood was lightened when Izaac discivered a bug that was actually inside the screen and moving around.
Period two Community and Family Studies. Boring. P3 Biology, Brooke got a bug in her eye. Highlight of the lesson. P4 English. Interviews on Li Cunxin. Yay. P5&6 Hospo. We made Bruschetta and some Peach thing. The bruschetta was divine. I got to crush the garlic and cut it up. That was fun, singing with Rhys and James and crushing garlic. WOO!! Then we cooked it all and ate it. The peaches were nice, I don't eat peaches so I gave them to Dyl. His looked like it was a whole new serve.
So I come home and do my usual clean up and make sure the house is clean for Mum so that she isn't stressed to the max. She walks in and nothing. The same usual questions barked at me over and over again. So I go to where I feel happiest. Footy. AFL actually.
The one thing I do outside of school. The one thing I couldn't bring myself to give up. Tis my one and only passion. And my oh-so-cheesy love. Sure people think I go to watch the guys run around topless. I don't, actually. I go because I love the sport and because I'm involved with the club.
I must also give a very big thank you mention to Dyl. For being there and noticing when others don't that I actually feel like crap. Much huugings for Dyl.
And I have a new(sort of) cousin. Jackson, born on Saturday. Congrats to Emma and Jeff. (Y)
What else is new? Eh not much really. Oh, Mums boyfriend is having a sleepover tonight. Which I said was inappropriate. She laughed. I was being totally serious.
So that was my not so uneventful day.
A word for the clever people out there, don't under estimate those you don't know. They could have your back without you realising.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Carnivale'
So today was our 16th annual Swimming Carnival. And as per usual it was boring as hell, super hot, but for a change I didn't burn!!! WOO!
So the day pretty much started when we got to the pool. It was hot and the teachers were doing the usual running around to get everything set up. First thing on my agenda was to get the nuts to Mr McAteer. On our Peer Support Camp, he had to pull out his electrician cap to fix the PA so that we could have our disco. Kudos to Mac-n-cheese.
So as the buses started to arrive, so did the cheer squads. Before the carnival had officially started, there was already a war between the Year 12's from each house. Cassie in her devil get up, Mitch in his enviro bag suit and Aiden as the blue Teletubbie. The Year 7s thought it was hilarious.
I found my friends and we set up camp for the first half of the day in the "Blue area". We kicked off the day with a water, zinc and glitter attack on everyone. Further into the warfare, Dyl declared his signature for the day "D-zinc'd". By the end of it I was covered almost head to toe in blue and pink zinc and glitter. After Brady and his oh-so-cleverness wrote I <3 Rod on my back, I cracked. I wiped all the zinc off and we moved camp to the back of the "Red area." The rest of the day was full of not much. Talking, stab-stab with the swords and complaining from everyone; "it's too hot." Ally and I retreated to the bathrooms wherre we were joined by Kayla for the tiniest D'n'M we'd ever had.
So we left the bathrooms and the carnival ended. We all said a quick goodbye and it was announced that RED SHREDS!!!! So my sister and I wondered on over to Ray White and we came home after a grueling two hours of sitting around doing nothing.
So the day wasn't totally crap, but it wasn't brilliant either.
A word to the oh-so-clever:
1. Don't make fun of the girl with the boobs when she's in a pissy mood.
2. The Wiggles make everything better. :)
So the day pretty much started when we got to the pool. It was hot and the teachers were doing the usual running around to get everything set up. First thing on my agenda was to get the nuts to Mr McAteer. On our Peer Support Camp, he had to pull out his electrician cap to fix the PA so that we could have our disco. Kudos to Mac-n-cheese.
So as the buses started to arrive, so did the cheer squads. Before the carnival had officially started, there was already a war between the Year 12's from each house. Cassie in her devil get up, Mitch in his enviro bag suit and Aiden as the blue Teletubbie. The Year 7s thought it was hilarious.
I found my friends and we set up camp for the first half of the day in the "Blue area". We kicked off the day with a water, zinc and glitter attack on everyone. Further into the warfare, Dyl declared his signature for the day "D-zinc'd". By the end of it I was covered almost head to toe in blue and pink zinc and glitter. After Brady and his oh-so-cleverness wrote I <3 Rod on my back, I cracked. I wiped all the zinc off and we moved camp to the back of the "Red area." The rest of the day was full of not much. Talking, stab-stab with the swords and complaining from everyone; "it's too hot." Ally and I retreated to the bathrooms wherre we were joined by Kayla for the tiniest D'n'M we'd ever had.
So we left the bathrooms and the carnival ended. We all said a quick goodbye and it was announced that RED SHREDS!!!! So my sister and I wondered on over to Ray White and we came home after a grueling two hours of sitting around doing nothing.
So the day wasn't totally crap, but it wasn't brilliant either.
A word to the oh-so-clever:
1. Don't make fun of the girl with the boobs when she's in a pissy mood.
2. The Wiggles make everything better. :)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
a year to forget.
One thing I;ve always wanted to do was keep a Journal, but I've never been much of a hand-writer. So when I saw a few people I know using blogspot I thought, What the hell.
So the basics about me:
My name's Kass. I'm 16 years old and I live at home with Mum, Hannah, Jake, and our cat and dog, Snow and Louis. I go to Carroll College and I have the ost beautiful friends.
I honestly don't know where I would be without them and I'm forever in debt to them.
The year was 2008 and it had started with a bang. I got my braces off. after 26 months with them on, these pieces of metal that had become a part of who I was were leaving forever. Itwas January 11th and I was off to get my retainer. After a long shift at work I came home. I turned and looked at Mum.
"Kass, Gyzmo drowned in the pond."
As I backed away from her I stumbled down the stairs and curled into a ball on my bed. This was only the beginning.
March 16th came. I arrived home to find my father with his things packed and leaving. This was the day that I knew was coming for years. Mum and Dad had officially split.
Surely, I thought, things can't get any worse. But as usual, I was wrong.
July 22nd. As usual I walked home after a long day at school. As per usual, I arrived at my Yiayia and Papou's (Grandma and Grandpa in Greek). I dumped my things at the front door and walked to the kitchen for my milo and milk. As I turned into the kitchen, I was paralised. Yiayia was on the ground. I ran to her to make sure she was at least breathing. "Go get Papou" she instructed. Shaken I screamed for him to come upstairs, as he did my brother walked in, I told him to sit with his sister in the Sun Room and wait there. As I did as my Papou instructed, I went and got a pillow, a cold facewasher and called the ambulance. As soon as I was off the phone to the Ambulance I rang Mum and told her what had happened. As soon as the ambulance had arrived, they were gone again. What hurt the most was that nobody stopped to ask how I was feeling. I was the one that found her on the floor and that image is forever etched into my mind. For the next couple of hours we sat in the hospital and waited for the helicopter to arrive. The CareFlight chopper arrived and Yiayia was taken to Canberra Hospital, Woden. For the next three months, every weekend we would make the trip to Woden where we would visit Yiayia and get to know the Nurses, physiotherapists and other patients so well.
September 24th. My 15th Birthday.
Sitting in Hogs Breath Mums phone rang. It was Yiayia and Papou. This was the first birthday of mine that they had missed. They rang and whe I heard their voices I burst into tears. This was hard.
The year went on with its ups and downs. 2009 came, and we thought this was the year to move on. It wasn't. But that's a story for another day.
And a word to the wise, don't take anything for granted.
So the basics about me:
My name's Kass. I'm 16 years old and I live at home with Mum, Hannah, Jake, and our cat and dog, Snow and Louis. I go to Carroll College and I have the ost beautiful friends.
I honestly don't know where I would be without them and I'm forever in debt to them.
The year was 2008 and it had started with a bang. I got my braces off. after 26 months with them on, these pieces of metal that had become a part of who I was were leaving forever. Itwas January 11th and I was off to get my retainer. After a long shift at work I came home. I turned and looked at Mum.
"Kass, Gyzmo drowned in the pond."
As I backed away from her I stumbled down the stairs and curled into a ball on my bed. This was only the beginning.
March 16th came. I arrived home to find my father with his things packed and leaving. This was the day that I knew was coming for years. Mum and Dad had officially split.
Surely, I thought, things can't get any worse. But as usual, I was wrong.
July 22nd. As usual I walked home after a long day at school. As per usual, I arrived at my Yiayia and Papou's (Grandma and Grandpa in Greek). I dumped my things at the front door and walked to the kitchen for my milo and milk. As I turned into the kitchen, I was paralised. Yiayia was on the ground. I ran to her to make sure she was at least breathing. "Go get Papou" she instructed. Shaken I screamed for him to come upstairs, as he did my brother walked in, I told him to sit with his sister in the Sun Room and wait there. As I did as my Papou instructed, I went and got a pillow, a cold facewasher and called the ambulance. As soon as I was off the phone to the Ambulance I rang Mum and told her what had happened. As soon as the ambulance had arrived, they were gone again. What hurt the most was that nobody stopped to ask how I was feeling. I was the one that found her on the floor and that image is forever etched into my mind. For the next couple of hours we sat in the hospital and waited for the helicopter to arrive. The CareFlight chopper arrived and Yiayia was taken to Canberra Hospital, Woden. For the next three months, every weekend we would make the trip to Woden where we would visit Yiayia and get to know the Nurses, physiotherapists and other patients so well.
September 24th. My 15th Birthday.
Sitting in Hogs Breath Mums phone rang. It was Yiayia and Papou. This was the first birthday of mine that they had missed. They rang and whe I heard their voices I burst into tears. This was hard.
The year went on with its ups and downs. 2009 came, and we thought this was the year to move on. It wasn't. But that's a story for another day.
And a word to the wise, don't take anything for granted.
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