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.