I tried to send you pics Linez but you never freaking empty your email so its over the limit.

I tried. I failed. I quit.

Yeah, so it’s all over now.
It’s easy to compile a list of a countdown to happiness, but what the hell are you supposed to when every single item on that list has been ticked off?
Die?
I think I may just do that. It’s not like there are any bright happy lights on the horizon. Just a HSC and the prospect of a future where I will have to work in a job I hate until the day I die from some horrible newfound disease that will sweep the world in 50 years time.
All this crap about the glass being half full. Freaking optimists. Apparently if you say its half empty you’re a pessimist. I don’t think its true. Realists say its half empty.

Oh well.
*reverts back to contented apathy*

Yeah. The formal was exceedingly spiffy despite the fact I was doped up to numb the sickness. Chris was such a gentleman, the whole get a rose, open car doors and stuff was really neat. Needless to say he looked absolutely divine so I had no problems with watching him doing such proceedings. His semblance was actually intoxicating. I had to forcively stop myself from staring at him in awe. Now, why the fuck was he there with me again?
Everyone I saw looked so very beautiful, I felt so misplaced. *shrugs* It sucks major wang that it didn’t last longer. I’m so peeved at that. I didn’t even get a chance to see everyone. It was all so rushed. *smites the concept of time* Things like that need to be done at a leisurely pace. I mean, how do they expect you to say your farewells so abruptly to friends that you have known for 6 years? I didn’t even get to properly speak to Lauren or Shaelene of Claire. I have such history with those girls. When Shay and Claire found me at the end of the night as we were leaving it was the closest that I came to crying because I realised that these girls, who were my closest friends for two years of my life, I could not even dignify them with the farewell they deserved. That’s a lot coming from me. I don’t tend to dwell on inane sentimentalities, so by the simple fact that I was upset by it shows that it obviously meant more to me than I thought it did. Even Luke’s incessant “13 years, hey” as he gave me a big hug just serves as reminder that after the exams I will probably never see the few people who have been there as I grew up ever again. I should have never have come out of myself. I should have stayed coy forever. It hurts my insides and my head too much to think about it anymore. There’s no point in even crying. Crying will accomplish nothing.
I really do hope Chris had an OK time. He said he did, but then again people frequently say things they don’t actually mean out of propriety. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. I’d feel absolutely awful if he didn’t. *sighs* Things suck when you look at them in retrospect… at 4am this morning I watched the most sweet and nice guy I never knew drive out of the street and my life forever. God knows what kept me taking off my heels and chasing him down the road screaming “Waaaaait! Come back!”

Mandy’s party however helped to take my mind off such things. I laughed so much…the company was really good (as was the food). Her parent’s speech was really adorable, but I couldn’t help looking at her dad thinking to myself “Your father will never do that for you.” You can’t stay melancholy for longer than 5 seconds though considering how fun the whole thing was. It was so great. So a big Happy 18th to McMandy. You’re all grown up now.

Sorry about the infrequent postage. It’s disloyal to the name. I probably should have temporarily changed the name to “logic in infrequent and random intervals”. I’m sure you’ll sympathise considering the circumstances and if not you can just cram it.

That is all, in more ways than one *dances*

My last few days of school will be remembered as MCBORING.
I've never been so bored in my life.
13 years and my final few hours are boring.
Sounds about right, seeing as I have been Mcbored for 13 years anyway.
*shrugs*

The Mcgraduation was Mclame. It felt more like a public shaming. They spent 13 years trying to bore us to death and today was their last efforts at doing so. *Mcyawns*

Well, my Mcformal is tomorrow, and I have only just this moring got all my Mccrap for it. Not that it really matters because I feel like a Mcboob in formal attire anyway, and my Mcmum embarrassed the nuts out of me in front of my Mcformal date anyway, so now I'm Mcmortified. Oh well. It's all gonna be daisies and sunshine (mostly sunshine...note the pun) and stuff, so its gonna Mcrock. Looking forward to having a Mchottie in a suit as my escort. Woohoo! Lucky McJenny. *Mcdances*

If you havent noticed, I'm endorcing Maccas. So buy maccas and they may give me some Mcdosh.

Go figure. At 4pm I can barely keep my eyes open, but at 11.30pm I’m bouncing off the bloody walls.

Something EXCITING happened at work, that being that Becca came to visit even though she lives ages away [unlike some people starting with H ending with Eath who can feel free to go for a short walk and visit me any given Sunday…well, Saturday] which was uber cool and made my night. I’m proud of myself seeing as I made it through 10 hours of work and a concert since I got my nails on, and I’m yet to break one off [yes I’m aware of the lameness of that comment…I’ve never had to say it before so shup]. Go team!

Backtracking to Sunday…Beth, Bec, James [who we didn’t see for most of the night because he is snooty] and I went to the Atari’s concert. IT WENT OFF!!! Despite the steady pummelling of my arms [I’m eating neurofen like lollies to numb the pain] and acquiring numerous bruises from being constantly trampled on, I had an absolute blast. It was very cool. It made me love Chris Roe all the more…he’s such a cool guy, unlike Sum 41 who treat their audience like absolute shit. So yay Ataris! Another 40 bucks well spent.



On an unrelated note I feel the need to tell Linez and Heath how much I miss them. Nasty HSC. I’ll make sure I track you down and force my company upon you these holidays.

Notes for the coming days
-Final Day and Soccer match tomorrow…
-Grad on Wed…
-Formal (it’s such a dirty word…horrible ‘F’ word) on Thurs…
-Mandy’s Bday on Friday…

I was about to write a lengthy and comprehensive blog about Ataris, work on Saturday etc, but it just struck me how hot it is (would you like to know where god can stick his 36.5 degrees celsius) and how tired and overly stressed I am. I'm far too lazy to gratify your curiosity about what I've been doing (sorry Linez).

So it seems that a nap is on the agenda before I go to work.

That is all.