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its national story telling day

so im going to tell you a story. about my day

also just because i want to.

today i woke up and i actually didnt make my first word a swear word.

this is good.

i then spent five millions year trying to decide what jumper to wear so i didnt get to have an english muffin

so i just ate a honey sandwich from my lunch.

i dont actually remember the train ride to school.

its always foggy in the mornings.

everyone's always tired.

the train is never loud.

it is a bit relaxing, more then it should be.

just a group of people swaying in unison to the train rock

and listening to the continuous predictable trot of the train.

i remember drama though.

we all sat in the big hall in a group of disorganised plastic tables and chairs.

i remember the first time i saw the tables. they are amazing. they were amazing. they amaze me. they are like mini tables. but plastic.

anyway. tess walked us around in a circle whilst we read out the characters we were supposed to choose for our solos.

apparently it gets our brain going. it just made me want to sleep a little more.

At recess i bought a CAPPUCHINO and i came to a realisation. i wanted skinny milk. i practiced in my head "can i please have a skinny CAPPUCHINO in a large?"

but when it got to it i didnt ask for skinnny. they ony had the full cream milk out.

"i can't make her go to the fridge and make a whole new thing of milk. she's making my coffee, that's nice enough.

if i ask for more she will be mad"

then shea walks up next to me and asks the other lady for a skinny large latte.

i shouldve just done it.

i spilt the coffee when i was telling holly about sam, equipped with hand gestures as usual.

i knocked the living day lights out of the coffee and it just cataputed to the ground and spilt everywhere. but then june offered me some sour worms. so i felt better.

i then had history. i walked in texting sam and said hello to jim. when i looked up i noticed he had had a hair cut. it was short with a poof at the front.

oh jim.

i then proceeded to achieve a few things:

i discovered we had no holiday homework. win for me

i finally got out the green sheet and ticked off all the work. yay :)

i then gave jim the picture i drew of him. it was of what he would wear in the summer. his choice of outfit really intruiged me. i wondered if he even had anyother clothes. he said thankyou and graciously took it.

maybe i gave him some style idea's?

my spare consisted of holly, stuart, that year twelve girl, june, teagan, annie and rory.

at the end it consisted of the same holly, stuart, that year twelve girl, june, teagan, annie but plus zoe and in place of rory a half eaten pie on the floor.

delightful

at lunch time sarah and i talked about her fling with pat. and stretched. we then got asked if we put our stretchyness to good use when in relation to BOYS.

i looked away embarrased and sarah smiled and shook her head.

we are obviosuly good girls.

this is a long blog and im sorry you are bored. but i like to pretend i am writing to someone.

psych was of no relevance.

exceptforthefactthatmysensorymemorydecidedtofocusattentiononandsendtheiconicinformationofthetexta's

andmyhandtomyshorttermmemory.myshorttermmemoryregisteredthisinformation

andmademefeelcompelledtocolourinmyhandwithcolourfuldots.thiseventwasthensenttomylongtermmemory,formetobe abletoretrieveintimessuchasthese.

was this right?
look at my art work :)

nod world nod

Philosophy, last class of the day. rejuvinated with some short bread biscuits, i started researching different religions such as; Vodooism, also known as VUDA and other types such as

Wicca, whom dont believe in harm to anyone or themselves, excepting self defence.

the train ride is always the most exiting. this is usually due to a few factors:

sarah is always there. this is sarah

by this point i am always deliriously tired, so anything and everything is funny.

this train trip i serenaded jesse with bold as love

and also played the air guitar to this song.

i shall one day be shot by a regular who would rather kill me instead of hearing my singing voice once again.

the bus ride. sarah is never there. for at the lilydale we part. this is the last of the line.

"this train will terminate at lilydale."

i always look like this.

by this time i am no longer deiriously tired.

i am just deadly tired.

i sat watching the familiar landscape of the green yarra glen swipe pass the bus whilst i listened to music and wrote about a lie called slevenka.

i am now home.

talking to sarah about miso soup and simply procastinating on the homework i do have now in history.

But Sam is coming over tonight and we shall watch black books and retreat into a world where we can walk on water.

i do wish i could make a dance that looked like a lemon tree

au revoir :)