Camp.

It's in Falls Creek, which is actually a really beautiful place.
However, the fact that I'm going there for a week on a school-related camp, ruins the magnificence.

All I can say right now is prepare for a huge complaining blog on my return.

ex-hammmmm results!

(this blog will mainly just be me telling you the goss/411/any other slang you'd like to use for something that's happened recently in your/my life, so if you don't want to read it, that's fine. I try to keep it amusing though...anyway, EXAMS!)

So. I thought I was going to fail miserably.
But I got nothing lower than a C.
And for the effort I put in (i.e. very little) I think that's quite good.

MY BALLS WERE BLOWN WHEN I received my maths exam back and mr moulder had said "you got either the highest or one of the highest marks in our class, I'm very impressed!" and I thought, "What a way to end maths, on a good note! :) " lol jokes, I actually was really tempted to do a victory run with my dress over my head...
I got a: C+ for Art, a C for Geog and like. A B? For photography, which is good considering I did little study for all of them.
Got a B for RVE, a B+ for my maths, and uhm. Like. Whatever 68% is, for science.
Aaaaaand because Mr D is too lazy to turn up, we have yet to get our english results back.
Not that I reckon I'll do much good anyway...

anduhm.

had year 11 today!

oh oh oh but before that, we had an hour long info thing about science camp.
science camp = DEATH
even the info session gave me a minor panic attack.

Not even joking. I wanted to break my leg this morning.
R suggested jamming it in between two poles and trying to walk off, admittedly it would've worked had I had the motivation.
I'll just break it sunday night.

But, onto year 11, slightly more smiles than camp info.
Period two: Psych with Miss Hughes..Hewes...Hoooos? Either way, she's a nice lady, despite what I thought. Looks like Psych will be interesting :) I'm not even joking when I say I'm looking forward to the holiday homework. HHD, homework not looking so exciting and we're getting a new teacher next year called Mr. Fish (or mackeral) which could either potentionally be really good or really shit, aaand media, cutest thing! Mr Arthur brought in his ickle-bubba, she is the adorable. At one point I thought L was going to run past, snatch her and head for the hills but luckily she refrained from that and contained a sensible demeanor. But it looks like media is going to be a blast as per usual :)

And apart from camp next week which I am in NO way looking forward to, (they gave us a booklet and we have to fill out what activities we're looking forward to, not even joking when I say I wrote 'going home' and left the rest blank), that's my life right now.

oh oh oh

And I hope Bill and Jerry aren't drowning under the concrete slab in the backyard...

thats all from me :)

<3 effy.

alison: "you know what scared me most?"

me: "what?"

alison: "how good you look with a mustache".

Fuck.

I always say the wrong thing.


Sometimes I find it so hard to keep a conversation going with someone I liked, without it being monumentally awkward.

/facepalm.

I'm sick of this, and I keep doing this to myself.

...just to keep you entertained.

hey hey look....

SCARLETT JOHANSSON.

what?
she makes me happy, why the fuck doesn't she you!





I was actually going to post a good blog.

But ceebs.





enjoy this beautiful woman.

oh, bill.

not gonna lie, I want a blue tongued lizard.

But I'm reading a whole page of shit regarding keeping one, and quite frankly I don't think it'd like living in my room.
"It is important to remember that lizards are very quiet animals and even captive bred pets will suffer stress with too much or rough handling, loud noises, vibrations and dogs or cats having inappropriate access."

Also, it says that "you cannot take a blue tongued lizard out of the wild. It is ILLEGAL. If you want a pet lizard, you will need to buy it from a pet store, at a young age"

So that means I can't steal the one from my backyard, which saddens me greatly because I've already christened him Bill and I've fed him raw lamb and beef and I believe in some way we've bonded.

Absolutely devo guys.
I wants me mah' Bill! (see bill above, this was when we were bonding)

A word of advice.

If you want to talk to me, learn how to spell.

Or I will bludgen you to death with a hammer.

PHOTOGRAPHY IS ART!

Not however, when Miss Hester is teaching it.

INFRINGE ME BITCH, WHY FOR????!?!?!
I TOLD YOU I WAS IN W'S MEDIA VIDEO AND WOULDN'T BE THERE, DON'T BE SUCH A TWIT. /end rant.

This photograph is amazing. Actually really admiring the work of Edward Steichen.

For some, completely unperverted reason, I find this photo beautiful.

It's simple and creative.
I love photography.
Not miss hester though, crabby old tart.

Y'know, there are some ASTOUNDINGLY GORGEOUS female celebrities that look like they'd be nice in real life (aka scarlett johansson) and then there's those that have the look of the uber popular girl in high school; that look of superiority and bitchiness.
Megan Fox looks like that to me.
I mean, shit, she's absolutely hotttttt to trot, but she has that real "i'm-better-than-you" look about her.

But this picture is fucking sexy.

I'm not even sure why I'm posting a blog about Megan Fox.

But I am.
Because she is hot.

The awkwardness when you see that your blog archive shows that in september, you wrote eleven blogs.
And it writes it thusly: september: 11.

Even more awkward when every night for a week, I look at the clock at exactly 9:11.
I mean, c'mon guys.
What is this?
Is this a sign to tell me that I'm actually a terrorist or something?
So that's what this turban is for...

There's good days, and bad days.

I can be quite a happy person at times. Really, I can.
But sometimes I can get pissed off. I mean hey, everybody does right?
Everyone has good days, and bad days.
Today, for me, is the latter. Want to know why?

What is this? Someone is impersonating me on formspring, and pretending that I am some disgusting love-sick teen who continuously compliments the same person with the same thing?
Well, fuck you then mr/mrs anonymous person for thinking so.

You have changed this:
(my usual happy face)


Into this: (intensified rage face)

It doesn't take much to piss me off and it's fairly clear that a lot of people are now aware of this fact and will do anything to send me from a happy face into a monster-like rage face.
You should feel intimidated. I mean, look at those teeth! Those bulging muscles!
You should be shitting in your pants. Beware my rage face, motherfuckers.


(drawings by me, inspired by video on http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com)

<3 effy.