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.