First week of school felt like that. Jokes.
The first week of school.
Oh god, I don’t think I ever remember going to school. It was like this really sucky and small rollar coaster ride that never actually happened, but you would like to think it did so you had something to complain about amidst some awkward silence. (That sentence was probably unnecessary). I was pretty stoned in my first week, first day, first hour, and even before the first minute of school starting. Then again I’m always pretty stoned and out of it these days with all this “omg hsc”, “omg no social life” , “omg julie won” stuff being thrown around all the time. Not really, that was also an uncessary sentence as is much of this post. I just felt like posting something again, maybe in a happier tone (:
Do I sound really dead? I suppose I do maybe since its about 12am at the moment, having only slept 6 hours last night more or less becuase I couldn’t be bothered sleeping (yerh, really.) I’m also feeling kind of tired right now, school is just so bleh at the moment as well. It;s a never ending trudge one would need to endure for a fearful 4 more terms before we officially graduate and never see any faces ever again. I’m a nostalgic and old fashioned typed person (although I would like to think I’m not, becuase I believe I lead a boring and uneventful life half the time anyways) so I think, despite all the drama, I’m going to miss alot of people and alot of the “system”; the bell (yerh, we will no longer be tormented by a bell who we beg everyday to ring for lunch), the toilets (seriously, you know you go there everyday why not? its almost routine), the canteen (fuck yes) my A block area. The environment is like this baby you have honed and nurtured for the past 4/5 years so as to make it more confortable for yourself to enjoy and like spend every waking lunch hour sitting. Life after HSC is going to be exilerating, and I guess I’m half looking forward to it =D
Selling chocolates is also weird, in some sort of unrelated way it feel very demeaning when people just stare at you like your a crazy bitch that just asked them to kill your mother for you and say “SORRY”. It’s not like I’m going to murder you if you don’t buy any, just say it nicely instead of being scared you know. Like chocolates releases endorphines, you should buy it sometime (:
Its been like two days and wow, I’ve practically felt nothing, thought about nothing, or even contemplated about anything. Its rather refreshing, like the start of the new school term (bad analogy?) I HAVE TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF FUCK YERH. I;m rather proud to say that I’ve been stretching everynight since tuesday, doing my situps and reading more. This is fast becoming a much more productive term than the holidays. And so I don’t think I’ve ever been happier about myself for being so assertive and half unlazy. I’m still very much the fat ass I was before my holidays, just that I drink more water, pee alot more as a result and listen alot more in class (:
I did not realise what this said until i posted it. The houses look nice though.
I always question “what makes a friend a close friend, and what makes them just a friend you talk to alot?”. You might talk to them everyday but does that mean you guys are close, or you just like talking to each other alot? Is it what you talk about that really classifies your friends or who you talk about and how you feel when you are with them? Really, what is the meaning of all this? Do close friends need to talk everyday in order to maintain such a delicate balance? Do close/best friends know what the other person is thinking, and if they dont, does that mean they arent close/best friends at all? Do the people you think that are close to you, think that you are close to them at all or is it just one sided? Is it some unspoken status that just lingers over your heads while it is constantly questioned but never bought up by the other party? or is it just what it is; a whole lot of random labeling that wouldn’t make sense even if you were a Great African Ape? Sometimes, you would just wish these questions and answers were clear to you.
And this is what I’ve come up with, to the responses on blog secret about the confusion and friends and all. And I wrote that really randomly half alseep. You see its 12:30 I should be sleeping. Pretty happy with this long post though, since its a word count of 745 at the moment but as im typing this the number isnt changing so I’m thinking something broke here. Like everything does.
Its like 778 at the end of the next sentence. 
P.S Also forgot to add, I came into school at 8:20 in the morning on Tuesday to a set of blue gates. Blue. HOW UGLY CAN YOU GET PLEASE SEFTON? HOW UGLY? stop making everything blue. Next think you know you are going to pain the students in blue as some sort of ridiculous uniform policy to join with your other set of ridiculous uniform wannabe private school policies. There is a reason that the school fails to raise its academic profile. It’s becuase the rules are strict to begin with, and drive off all potential academically gifted students to other school like Fort Street when they hit Yr 10. And also becuase this school environment is not as great as you make it sound. It’s only great becuase the students learn to live with it, albeit relunctantly. There are no events to look forward to, too strict a fundraising policy, and a very academically driven school program that completely drowns all our potentially creative and developing minds. Sefton, your system crushes the creativity inside of us. Please stop before it is too late. Don’t be a money grabbing whorebag, be as awesome and embracing as Syd Boys is with our ex principal who made everything cool. I repeat Cool. There is a reason we havnt won sports awards in so many years, you should look at how the school programs priority has been relegated. And for god sakes, give us a little freedom. The choking isnt really nurturing, its killing our little brains with fustration at the fact that we are so deprived of the things we should be receiving from any other high school but this. I make sefton sound really bad, and although it isn’t, sometimes I wonder that if we were to be given a little bit more freedom, a little bit more power, that we would not hold such a bad impression and grudge against the school’s system and therefore beable to learn in a much happier, free-er, less strict environment to beable to enjoy ourselves for what we are and learn at a better rate instead of learning with an atitude that would faster murder and bury our HSC than maybe save it by resuscitation. Ask anyone, the students only enjoy their day at school because of a) friends and b) bludge classes and nice teachers or favourite subjects, other wise we hate the system probably in its entirety.
kthnxbye. That was an unusually long rant.
and I should stop eating my fundraising chocolate. It’s so tempting. please help me get rid of it by buying <3 much thanks to those who bought one or two.
Word Count: 1290. awesome, I could possible turn this into an essay. Now if I put this much enthusiasm and actual effort into my English essays I might not bomb it so much.
Word Count: 1315
This is probably along the lines of explosive hiatus blog diarhoea. I miss talking to this and you guys
courtesy of James =)