School

I’m ba-ack…

Last week our school did this program thing called business week for the year elevens. Basically you get put into teams and have to design a new product, market it and do a computer simulation and report and stuff of an imaginary business. It’s pretty cool.

It was the best week, my group was so funny and got on really well. So well that everyone else kept going on about how our team was rigged, but whatever. My team (5!) made a product called Blemish Free Blokes and Blemish Free Beauty, little strip things that get rid of pimples or anything in thirty seconds. Which I really wish actually worked, cause ours were just strips of laminated colour paper. But whatever.

We crashed and burned at the computer simulation, but anyways… My main job was to write the report for the simulation which was sooo boring, but it was such an awesome feeling when I finished. We also did a trade display thingy, where every team set up a stand in the student centre and all the younger students came in to have a look. Ours looked so good, but Tess, who was organising all of it almost had a nervous breakdown. Kind of funny. And everyone involved is now suffering from third degree burns curtosy of the hot glue gun. But it looked great. In the trade display thing, a couple of us had to wander round and try to get people, particularly the judges to come and look at our display. It was classic. You’d go up and try to talk to the students, in the absence of judges and get the “You do realise that you’re trying to sell me an imaginary product, don’t you?” Yes, I do, but we get more points if we get people over, so for gods sake, say yes, look interested and I’ll go away.

It was such a tiring week though, cause on Thursday some of us had a thirteen hour day. That is just way too long to spend at school, no matter how much fun you’re having. Although I do think my typing is considerably improved after typing out my fifteen page report. But anyway.

So, at the end of this week, we had the Gala Dinner. We had to be dressed semi-formal, which everyone took to mean as a little bit less than semi-formal. But it was fun. I wore this yellow dress I’ve had for ages and a friends pair of high heels. Never mind the fact that I couldn’t walk by the end of the night, but they were pretty awesome shoes. Anyway, we totally cleaned up.
We won the Oral Presentation prize, I won the Business Person of the Week (White Water World pass. I don’t like water slides, but it looks pretty cool so I might as well go.) and then our group won the whole thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES! We are the champions!!

Sorry, had to gloat.

Hello

So once again it is the end of term and I’m on the computer for lack of anything better to do. These posts suck, but they are kind of inevitable.

Although today hasn’t been too bad. English I just talked to people, Maths was the biggest bludge ever and Modern History I worked on my assignment, just because it’s fun. Which is really sad, but whatever.

Our assignment is about the war on terror and whether it’s justified. It’s going to be really good next term. Our class has a tendency to argue over everything so it will be kind of funny.

It’s a year exactly today since I went to Japan for the three month stay and two years and one day since the two week. It’s sad. I really miss it.

Oh yeah, and I’m going on the Canberra trip next year. Can’t wait, it’s almost all of my modern history class. We go to the zoo and the Parliament Houses and heaps of other stuff. We’re there for ANZAC day too, which will be really good.

I can’t wait, it’s going to be awesome.

I’m working a fair bit these holidays, which kind of sucks.

Chicken gets a bit old.

But it is still kind of fun, cause everyone who works there is a nutcase to some degree, so it makes it interesting.

And then there’s always the bit at the end where whatever junior is on ends up lying upside down in the cabinet, wiping the windows.

People walk by and give you the weirdest looks
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It’s worth doing just to see that.

I really can’t wait for the holidays though.

It’s 12.38 at the moment and we finish at 3.05, so we have….hang on, thinking…two hours and twenty seven minutes until the holidays!!!!!!

God, I hope that’s right.
Hee hee.

Hey.

I’ve started selling chocolates at school to pay for Business Week in term four. I have to sell five boxes of Cadbury chocolates at a dollar per.

Our school is seriously full of chocoholics. It’s kind of scary actually. People don’t want to buy chocolates, they NEED to. It’s like a disease. Hence the reason it is possible to sell an entire box of 48 chocolates within a single lunch break.

No wonder we’re all so fat.

In other news… oh, I don’t know this is boring.

Bye

Hellooooo

I haven’t written anything here in ages. So, what’s been happening?

My uncle came to stay for a couple of weeks (he left last Thursday) and we all went camping at Mt Warning and climbed the mountain and everything. I’ve reached the conclusion that Captain Cook was a rather pessimistic sort of fellow – cases in point: Mt Warning, Point Danger. No sign here of Point Pleasant. Loser. Cause the view from Mt Warning is so beautiful. It was a really fun climb too, the chain bit was scary, but still really, really fun. Cause, as anyone who’s climbed it would tell you, it’s a really steep rockface.

What else? Mum and I went to see All Saints’ “Grease” production weekend before last, with my friend from there. Gosh it was good. Watching it, you wouldn’t have thought it was a school production, it was THAT good.

Ummmmmmm…

Gosh it’s sad that I can’t think of anything that’s happened lately. I have been working on my ginormous assignment about whether or not the German people were responsible for the actions of the Nazis. One thing for sure: Hitler was a psychopath. Seriously, the dude was a fruitloop. And everyone loved him. Truly bizarre. I’m not sure if that means that all the Germans were idiots, or if he was just a genius. Ha ha. Genius fruitloop. Ahem. Serious now.

Not sure if I’ve mentioned this here before, but we all went down to the Anzac day dawn service at Currumbin Beach. There were ten thousand people there, all along that street that runs parrallel to the beach, as far as you could see. We were directly in front of the speakers podium thingy, but couldn’t see anything, seeing as there were big trees between us and them. My brother Jack was one of the air cadets who marched in (me and Mum couldn’t actually tell which one was him, they all look the same in their uniforms, but we told him we saw him) and stood at attention the entire thing. He was also one of the many cadets to faint during the service, from lack of movement. I think it’s pretty scary that two ambulances had to get through during the hour, maybe less that we were there for. Although like Mum said, there were lots of old people gathered together for an emotional day.

At eight o’clock in the morning, there was a beach performance by Powderfinger, which was really cool. They were trying to get the youth involved in the Anzac Day festivities, if you can even call it that, but most of my friends who went agreed that they should have had it at like six or seven in the morning, so that we didn’t all have to stake out our spots on the beach for three hours after the dawn service, cause the traffic was so bad you couldn’t leave and then come back. But whatever, once they got there it was good. Although I was getting really annoyed with the girl who got up there before it started and tried to get us all enthusiastic. Apparently contained enthusiasm was not acceptable. I neglected to scream hysterically on principle.

Although the songs were really good. I like that new one, Lost and Running. It’s cool.

See ya.

This is from the 5th of April, but the school blocked Blogger (and pretty much everything else I’ve ever wanted to use on the internet) so it took me a couple of days to post it.

Okay, so maybe it’s been a little while since I put anything up here. Whatever, you’ll get over it.

So it’s the last day of school again and guess what? We’ve been set loose on the computers again, two classes with one teacher who’s trying to pretend we’re not here. Surprise surprise.

What else? Well, being the last day of school before the Easter break, I’m feeling nauseous having ingested way too many eggs. My logic was that if I had to do that horrible Chemistry exam, I should get to eat chocolate.

Although the rest of the day’s been pretty good. Legal Studies we watched a movie (“A Time to Kill”, the most disgusting movie I’ve ever seen, although really good at the same time), English we watched people do their monologues and Japanese we watched a really cute anime about a witch. We didn’t understand what they were saying (obviously), so we just made it all up as we watched it. And now (Maths) we’re on the computers.

What else has happened? Oh yeah, Mum and I went to Sydney last week end. I forgot about that.

We did a tour of the Opera House, went to Darling Harbour and up the Sydney Tower and stuff. Ah, but I have to talk about the tower first. We were in the lift, trying to go to the top floor, but the lift stopped at the second top floor, and let some more people in, so we stayed in, thinking we’d be going to the top, only it went all the way back down to the bottom again and THEN up to the top. And I hate lifts. I didn’t even like going to our hotel room on the 23rd floor, let alone 250m in the air. So not fun.

But the rest of it was really cool. We went to the Maritime Museum in Darling Harbour and stuff too, which was really cool. We went through all the submarine and navy boats too. I couldn’t believe how teeny the submarine was. Sdjlfjalsdjfklasdjfklasjdfkljsadlfjasdljflsdjflsdjlfjsdlfjsdlwujweijldnm id

Sorry, minor breakdown.

I really should go.

Bye.

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday dear me-e

Happy Birthday to me

Yeah. It was my birthday last week. Can you tell?
I am now officially sixteen.
Yay. I’m ecstatic.

Well, actually I am, cause I’m going to Sydney. I’ve never been there before, except that one time we had a stopover there on the way to Hobart. The only thing I really remember about it was that I was following Mum into the toilets and they turned out to be the mens. That was funny. But it totally wasn’t my fault. I think it’s kind of sad I’ve never been there before. Very un-Australian of me. But whatever.

On my birthday, we had a Legal Studies excursion to the Southport Magistrates Court. That was cool. We saw this one about a guy who doused his girlfriends ex’s house in fuel and tried to set it on fire. What a weirdo. He told all his friends it was him. And here I was thinking the point was to NOT get caught.

Hya hya hya. That was supposed to be freaky evil laugh. Didn’t really work. Just looked like I was trying to write Hi-ya or hyena or something.

Okay. Going now.

(1950’s magazine article) -with commentary by Laura

1. Have dinner ready. Always plan ahead, even if you must plan ahead the day before, to have an amazing meal ready for him when he returns home. This is your way of showing him that you have been thinking about him and that you are concerned about him. Men are always hungry, so be prepared to cook often.
   So that’s a no to sharing the cooking.
2. Prepare yourself. Take 20 minutes to make yourself look beautiful and feel refreshed when he arrives home. He has been looking at ugly people all day, so try and make yourself look nice.
   I just love the bit about the ugly people. Classic.
3. Groom the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children and make sure they look proper. If needed, change their clothing. They are special to him, so make sure they look the part.
   Of course, if your children are covered in dinner with snot spurting out both nostrils, they will no longer be special to him and must be adopted out/ burnt at the stake.
4. Be happy and interesting for him. His boring day will need a lift and it is your duty to provide this.
   Too bad if he likes his job and has a boring wife. This’ll never happen.
5. Listen to him. You might have a ton of really important things to tell him, but when he first arrives home, this is not the time. Let him talk first, his topics of conversation are always more important than yours.
   Of course, my mistake. (My second favourite one.)
6. Make him comfortable. Have him relax in a chair or allow him to lie down in bed.
   That’s right – allow. He MUST ask you for permission before going anywhere near the bed you have spent several hours making that morning.
7. Serve him his favourite drink. Always have mass amounts of his favourite alcoholic beverage when he gets home. Serve it to him with ice.
   Too bad if he doesn’t like ice. Also, get off your butt and get your own alcoholic beverage (with ice) yourself, you lazy bum.
8. Arrange his bed and offer to remove his clothes. Speak in a low, soothing voice.
   Can’t type. Too busy laughing.
9. And now for number one!! Drum roll please!

Yes, I am serious. Bash your hands against the computer desk already.

Thank you.

Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and will exercise his will with truthfullness and fairness. You have no right to question him.

Thank God for feminism.

Okay, I haven’t written anything up here in a while. So sue me.

A fair bit’s actually happened lately. I started back at school again, only now with the four long days and
Monday’s off thing we’ve got going now. It felt really weird going back to school, after four and a half months holiday, but whatever, I got over it.

I got a job at the local chicken shop, which isn’t actually as gross as I thought it would be.

I’ve signed up for the student council (again). Who knows, it might even be good this year.

I’ve also signed up for hockey, both in and out of school. Rachel and I are the only two people on the entire team who have played before (this is school I’m talking about here). And we both suck. We’ve already established that we’re pretty much screwed. But hey, it could be a lot worse. Most of our friends are doing jewelry making. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Cough cough.

Hmmm, what to say?

Nothing.

That’s kind of depressing.

Bye.

Oooh!! Hang on, just remembered.

I got all my Japan photos printed and am currently putting them all into a scrapbook. I’m having the best time doing it, cause I bought heaps of origami paper and stuff while I was over there.

That’s really pathetic isn’t it? And not exactly the earning or learning thing admin keeps telling us we should be using our Mondays for. But whatever, this is from the same deputy who told us we all had to wear hats outside or we’ll get skin cancer on our legs.

Sadly, no. I’m not even joking.

Goodbye.

Well, it’s been a while since I wrote anything up here.

We’re all back at school now, though I don’t have to go on Monday’s anymore (YES!!!). Our deputy principal gave us a big long speech on the first day back about how honoured we should all be feeling as the first grades to go through the new system. “Making history” was how she termed it. I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s pretty cool. Except of course for the 7:55 start thing. I got my textbooks yesturday – seven monsters all up, including three, yes three, for Japanese. And we haven’t even got our English novel yet. So yesturday I went and bought a big backpack, cause I almost died the first day with my books in my shoulder bag.

What else?… I got a job at Lennard’s a bit over a week ago, which is good. I like it. I almost died last week though, cause I was working every day after school, so I wasn’t getting home until half past six. But it’s all good.

I don’t really have much more to say, so buh bye.