simple :)

It's funny that when I have a very limited time period to make something, that's when I do (in my opinion) my best "artworks". 

Annoying Observations

Many small things people do annoy me. Here is a small list of the many things:

• People walking too slow. Not just in busy corridors but anywhere. If I have to take the extra effort to pass you on the foot path, you're walking far too slow. And it's not like a I'm a speed walker. I am a pretty chilled person when it comes to walking and yet there are slower. These usually include gangs of girls chit chatting among each other about meaningless bullshit such as how their hands look to masculine or what happened on 'keeping up with the Kardashians' the other night. Walk faster or get to another topic which is more interesting
• People chewing/eating in general. It's the noises that come from their mouth that drive me insane. Usually I do not notice these noises because I'm so caught up in my thoughts but on those rare occasions I have nothing better to do but observe my surroundings, I am close to murdering them. This mainly involves my father. When my mother makes soup he is the guy at the table that prefers the watery stuff above the other stuff that is in soup (My vocabulary is so broad.) So of course he's the one at the end of the table slurping away like there's no tomorrow. and its loud. Like the noise the bath water makes when you're letting it down the drain. unbelievable...

that was a nice rant. I should so these more often

Reasons why I'm a bit of a downy

Ever since I have begun Year 11 this year, I have been some what totally exhausted all the time for no apparent reason. Besides waking up an hour earlier than usual, my school day is the same. Some times a bit shorter. I'm not sure if this has any connection with my fore coming story or not, but my dreams have become a bit odd lately.

This particular dream I was rushing into school because I had a few tests that day. I was a little late but not too late for anyone to notice, and was one of the last few to take their place. On my way to my seat I had a gut renching feeling rip through me. I just realised that this was day 2 of my exams and I had apparently been absent from school the previous day. (any absences from assessment taks in my school are immediately marked 0 unless you have a a doctors certificate) As I sat down I kept looking around as if looking at the other students around me would help. That was when the freakishly tall examiner came over the microphone and said 

"This is your second day of your final HSC exams. Today you will be completing the English exam, followed by science. No cheating and before you start remember... be on the test on time"

Following this sentence I could feel myself falling through the floor. As if I was being swallowed up by the ground. 

I quickly awoke from my horrifying dream and started franticly searching for my science book to prepare for the upcoming test that I had to quickly get back to school to do. After about 3 minutes of pure panic infested scurrying around my room, I started calming down.

It was then I realised that:

1. I didn't have a test that day.

2. I don't do any science related subjects.

I hate going to the hairdresser

Going to the hair dresser lately used to be quite daunting. I shall now share with you a story of how going to get my hair cut used to be before I changed to my current one. They always liked to comment on how dry/dead my hair is as if it's nothing. 

Firstly what happens is they usually sit me down and have me waiting for an unbelievably long time. After half an hour of sitting around waiting for the slow as lady to finish cutting some pensioners hair she finally gets to me.

She takes me hair out of the ponytail it's in (I only ever go to the hair dresser when I want it dyed or my split ends are out of control) this is about the time they like to harrass me about the state of my hair. 

"Do you use a thermal protector when you straighten your hair?" 

No, only on special occasions like when my broke ass can afford that shit. I swear half of the time that crap doesn't even work.

Then they go onto to trying to pull more money out of me by offering a quick treatment for only $10. How about you just cut my hair and shut the hell up?!

After this whole ordeal she decides I'm not going to give into her blatant consumer cheating tricks and tries to make small talk. "So how was your day? How's school? What school do you go to?" Bitch, you just had me sitting their for half of my bloody day so you could cut my hair. The least you could do is pay attention to what you're doing and try not to fuck it up by talking about shit I don't care about while you widely play scissors around my head. 

aaand then after all of that they don't really do it the way I want to. yet I don't want to be rude so I say thank you and pay the outrageous fee for their shitty job because I don't want to make a scene. 

My life is so hard. 

Hello!

I guess I should start off by writing a bit about myself but I honestly do not know what to say.
I am your average teenage girl who goes to school, hates studying, likes sleeping and LOVES eating. I do not know I how I find the energy to go to school every day and at the end of the day I drag myself home and sit by my computer surfing the internet looking for new and interesting things.

I very much enjoy reading. I have always enjoyed totally submerging myself into a tale of two unlikely lovers or a brave child hero going out and making wrongs, right. This has usually set me apart from the usual "too cool for school" group of kids who think reading is a bore and it's something that they have to (in their words) pointlessly do. I don't like that way of thinking and would rather think of it of stepping into someone else's  world when yours becomes a bit too much to bear. but that's my opinion.
(I know what you're like thing "wow this girl is so deep. She must have so much potential as a writer" and quite frankly your sarcasm hurts me.)

aaand that's pretty much all I have to say about myself. I'm pretty damn boring, aren't I?

Ireeen. :)