you messed wit the wrong pussy...

I would like to know why my clock says 9:36pm?

Seems I didn't write about our retreat yesterday. It was pretty good. Mrs Lovell did this 20 minute meditation thing. I fell asleep. And we got good things written about us on the back of our booklet. They were pretty good. Most along the lines of:
-"gorgeous personality. so easy to get along with."
-"stunning, beautiful. inside and out. Always be yourself. x"
-"Great personality. Always mase a valuable contribution."
-"You are strong and a kind person."
-"Very smart and kind."
-"self-aware and strong, friendly and personable."

And my favourite:
-"Absolutely amazing little helper. You've made me happy to be ur friend. xo"

And then we had burgers and I had a laughing fit. I haven't had one in years. I couldn't breathe and my stomach was so sore.

The ladies AFL training started again last week. Keen as bean for our first game. ANZAC Day (which is actually being held on the Saturday). and we play Ulladulla. Yeha!

Um, today wasn't too bad. Went really slowly. Religion and CAFs dragged on. Biology wasn't too bad. I sat in the library as opposed to C5 coz I knew I'd get dirstacted, and did my work. English, didn't doo too much. And then we got to wear PANTS!! in hospo. Yay. And we made Bombe Alaska. Fook is that shit sweet. And sickly sweet. Next week we're gunna make "Gourmet Steak Sammiches." Keen for lunch next Tuesday.

What else is interesting?

Eh, that's bout it actually. I have a CAFs Speech due on Friday. Totally, absolutely screwed. Music, can just go grrrr. English I'm ready for. That's pretty much done. YAY!!

Oopp. ciao i miei amici.
xx