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Tuesday: around 10.45
I reluctantly get off msn to my mother yelling at me for not doing enough work – starting work but not finishing – not giving her my washing which was subsequently followed by “well don’t fucking wash them I’ll wear a dirty shirt like I care” “yes because that’s what we do Sarah, wear dirty shirts… If you weren’t so focused on the internet and you concentrated more on work…” At which point she was on the track of her usual daily rant about me not putting enough time into school work and not being focused on what is important. Fortunately cut short, unfortunately by a huntsman spider on her wall. We live in a two story house and the 2nd story is generally warmer which I guess is the reason why there are always huntsman spiders on the level my parents and I live on. Problem 1 – my dad, although generally acceptable when it comes to getting rid of a spider (who cares how), is actually in
Kiribati at this moment (I think) and so he is unreachable. Also my brother (19) has begun to see the house as a kind of drop in point amongst his prime concerns, being; his girlfriend, work, his girlfriend, uni and his girlfriend – hence being unavailable as well (although he isn’t much use in terms of getting rid of spiders anyway – preferring the method of capture with a clear bucket so you are as far away as possible.) Then there is my mother – I really think she has arachnophobia (fear of spiders), I really do. The second I heard “oh SHIT” I didn’t even need to ask, I asked anyway, probably for my own amusement. She followed up with some short bursts of cursing Tim (my brother) and some crying. I’m not sure why though, I think she honestly thought I would be cruel enough to leave her standing in the hallway 8m away from the spider like it could jump and attach itself onto her neck. “Stop crying, why the heck do you need to get so worked up its only a spider” and yes I am all talk. Problem 2 – the spider, fucking genius, was crouched in its perfect little spot where its utopia, the curtain, was only cm’s away. I fucking hate spiders – tiny heads yet they’re smart enough to hide where their hardest to get rid of. Anyway so I had to make my mum stand 4m away (which was a stretch for her) then I had to pull the curtain back with my hand (my hand, honestly, my brother should be doing this stuff.) Armed with a rolled up newspaper, a shoe, and fly spray – Fully equipped coz this spider was hugeeeee… ok no… but it was an average size. The spider ran – I wasn’t really expecting that and I wasn’t close enough to it so I aimed and pegged the rolled up newspaper at it. My mum is the type of person who will stand very far away but still scream and shout like they were a rulers length away.. Luckily enough it was a perfect shot.. But it just made the spider fall onto the ground gracefully, a bit hurt, but well enough to run towards mums bed. With nothing to throw but what was on hand, I resorted to throwing the flyspray, which only smashed the can into bits and had foamy shit spraying all over her floor. Now this is about almost the only time I can get away with screaming fuck as loud as I can. So I clearly took advantage of this opportunity with a nice loud “FUCKKKK” – then the smarmy little spider decides to run up onto mums bed “it’s on your fucking bed mum” (oops she didn’t like that idea) – high pitched sounds, something along the lines of “get me a shoe” followed by mum running around trying to find me a shoe… then I flicked it onto the ground… it still tried to run. I lined up the (ugly) brown sandal and brought it down harder than I planned to with mum cheering “YES! Kill it!” – We are quite the murderers, my family. “My hero”… then I vacuumed the remnants of body left, and went to bed.
It only took me something like 5 minutes to kill the spider – but dead set when I was finished I was breathing harder than when I play soccer and I was shaking really fucking bad. I really fucking hate spiders. (ps you can say thanks for the pointless story… I really dont care.)
D.A.N.C.E
I’ve had this book since I was 6.
The End
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
Now we are Six (1927)
- A.A. Milne
Hypothetically, if you were a bald business man (of whom wears glasses and a retarded tie) – could you rename yourself “Dilbert”? Sadly, I probably could.
It is more than often that our achievements and efforts are cut down or thrown in our faces – and the last glimmer or hope is scratched out of our not-so-willing minds. Sure others can judge “so and so never takes anything seriously” or “so and so are so negative” but do they ever ask themselves.. am I the one doing over 3 hours of work almost every night?
How hard could it possibly be to say – “you did good” – Three words?
Yet we are constantly reminded of our downfalls, mistakes and flaws rather than achievements, qualities and perfections? Would it be more rewarding to compliment instead of snigger behind someones back? More positive to see a smile instead of a frown? And surely, more productive to teach instead of hinder?
It is a pathetic world we live in when the vision of hope is unreachable, whilst false hope is merely around the corner.
So having been subtly told to move in Biology – I moved a whole row forward with another group of girls. Having no opportunity to talk, wear reading glasses and ask if i look nerdy, pull ugly faces and giggle and laugh non stop – I resorted to listening. No, before you think you know how this ends, I did not find myself in love with Bio for the first time in years – nor did i actually learn something. Rather I became aware of this annoying, just plain want to stab their eyes out annoying, habit my teacher seemingly just cannot stop.
Alright.
That’s it. Alright – Every 0.5 seconds [and no I'm seriously not joking.] Alright? Alright! Alrighttt…
You get the idea? So in one lesson - I did a tally. Ok VS. Alright.
The results? In one 50 minute – estimated 30 (becuase I started after the lesson began), my teacher said Ok 38 times; and Alright an amazing (gold star effort) 86 times.
Now, this is where I draw the line… Why continuously ask if it’s “alright?” – Next time I swear to god I am going to grab my pencil and stab her eyes out – or the more likely just scribble some obscene notes in my book – then giggle to myself.
NO. It is NOT ok. And it is NOT alright. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. And my day couldn’t get any worse? Wrong again. My hair has been cut into some boy cut and my brother is now calling me “little bro.” So bite me if I don’t feel like playing anyones little games today, or tomorrow.
Ok so instead of being at home doing something productive with my time (like watching DVDs) – I am at school in a study period. Which is pretty freaking annoying because I could be at home butmy mum couldn’t pick me up and apparently my brother has something better to do (probably buying another manly cardi gagggg.) The point is – I’m pissed off – and in the mood to ramble.
Today was the first day back in real classes after 2 weeks holidays, 3 weeks of exams (only 2 for me as mine were all together [fuckkkk]) and 3 days of retreat (which i didn’t like very much if you read my last post.)
It began with double biology – in which my eyes were almost burning out of my head trying to listen to some old ass man who used to be some kind of genius talk (Watson – discovering the structure of DNA) – however he seemed to be able to mumble and grin to the extent of a creepy pedophile – so I wasted time by taking some crappy notes. Then we got our exam marks back (I didn’t study for this exam very much – i sort of opened my book – wrote some notes – then stared at the paper) – evident in my marks (which my mother will probably murder me over… or just crush my spirits and leave the killing to my dad) I ended up with 26/69.
English – funny as always – with my teacher threatening to stab someone with her biro… I did pretty good in the sections we got back – but haven’t gotten all back yet – so that pisses me off… had all this time to mark yet some idiot locks her marked section in her office and is conveniently “sick.”
Then maths (the one subject i absolutely studied my ASS off for – meaning barely going out during my holidays and constant stress) – I stood at my friends [Mal, Jesi and Sheridan's] window talking until my teacher came and then she walked into their room to talk to their teacher. I go “DID I DO GOOOOOD???” and she said she didn’t know but she was grinning… turns out i got 78.5% which is probably the first maths mark over 50% I have received for a bit over a year. If my parents aren’t happy about that I will not hesitate to take a knife and… OR take up some kind of ancient Japanese fighting skills (not requiring body armour) and torture them like they have me with the stress and study.
Then Religion – which i got back [it weighed 0%] and couldn’t be bothered putting what little energy I had into working out what mark I had got – and I was le tired so I slept during a video on Islam (Which i have to write a report on tonight – ahhh shittt.)
Tomorrow I have Modern History – Another exam i probably screwed – having made most of the shit up on the spot and then watching some girl next to me tear off her 100 pages [not really - about 6 per essay] whilst i had only around 8 pages in front of me in total and the exam booklet. As well as DT which is fairly crappy because my mum is a DT teacher and I almost always (no I’m not self involved – its just true) get the highest mark – which is not all that great because then I get “oh it’s because her mumsssss a teacher and she does the work forrrr her” or ”what did SARAH get? Ohhh I beat you by half a mark!!!” (the second one hasn’t happened but im waiting for it.) Then if i fail (not average fail – mother fail – which means getting less than 60% is not good enough) I will have a nice lecture waiting for me at home.
Screwwwwwww school. Its 3.00 and I have wasted enough time – by the way – what the fuck is the deal with leaches??? Not literal leaches – the leach kind of person that sucks on to a person and then drains all the fun and life and then moves on to the next person – disgusting.
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: and i know you know exactly what i mean
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: lol
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: tounge twisterrr.
Grrr.: and i know that you know that i know
Grrr.: which you know
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: BAHAHAHAHA
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: think about what you’re saying man!
Grrr.: it makes sense
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: that actually didnt make any sense
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: no
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: wat do i know?
Grrr.: that i know
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: i know what i mean… but you dont know that i know what i mean.
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: LOL
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: im going to look back on this and crack up…. HELLOOOOOOO FUTURE SARAH!!!!!
Grrr.: “i know what i mean… but you dont know that i know what i mean” now that is funny. rofl
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: hahaha
Grrr.: when you add two words added together it gets confusing
Grrr.: i know youre random, which you know because i know from you who knows
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: touche’ mason touche’
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: heres one, i know we are both random 1) because you know that i know exactly the same as what YOU know (which is your personality type) and 2) i know because you know that we both no this is weird
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: brb
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: done
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: that was 4 lines of genious. ill give you some time to take it in 
hahahaha
Grrr.: nah, i just waited cause you said ‘brb’.
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: good boy
Grrr.: i doubt i can compare with the uber, epicness of that
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: HUZZAHHHHH!
Grrr.: i dont know if you what i know because i dont know how much i know about telling you that which i know im not sure about knowing, and thus dont know if i should tell you what that which i know im not sure about knowing
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: BAHAHAHAHAHA
Shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn: ohhhhhhhh snapp.
Grrr.: XD
An everyday conversation with rach – print screened for your enjoyment – however it wouldnt fit on the wordpress page – so i re-sized and the words may become unreadable.
Basically:
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
like. we would go through shit together
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
tight as a fucking virgins knees i tell you
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
fuck. thats a nice metaphor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLh3RQigy7c *point* masonnnsss uptighttt*point*:
BAHAHAHAHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLh3RQigy7c *point* masonnnsss uptighttt*point*:
make it up on the spot?
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
damn right i did
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLh3RQigy7c *point* masonnnsss uptighttt*point*:
dead set?
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
no joke
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLh3RQigy7c *point* masonnnsss uptighttt*point*:
nice man… spread it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLh3RQigy7c *point* masonnnsss uptighttt*point*:
pun intended
Erotica.. || Skyhigh and Fucked.:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
*sighs happily*
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