I've had many chances to start over, try to get over my anxiety and show people who I really am, since this will be my sixth time changing schools. This will be my last chance, I'd like to spend my last to years of school content with my situation. I think one of the things I need to do to achieve this is feel better about my appearance. Let's not get into the whole "I will lose five kilos by the end of the holidays!" declarations and promises, they always fail. Miserably. I just want to look and feel healthier.
It's all I need, it's indie rock and roll for me.
Presentation night was last night, I got an 'Academic Excellence' award, I was really suprised and happy that I got one. I said to my mum "I'm not getting one, no way. If I get one, I can get my clitoris pierced, ok?"
She laughed and said sure. And promptly took back her promise when I texted her saying I got one. (Don't worry, my piercing love doesn't extend to those areas.)
Hmm, what else. Awesome asian left me an awesome message in my Myola (a yearbook type thing). It was crude, mean and sexually explict - perfect for me to remember her by.
Yo my lil' crackwhore,
I never liked you and wish you would ROT in your new school. I hope you die doing what you do all the time: getting your crevice sausage.
Kidding, later babe :P
Never forget yo lil asian hooker.
Kidding, later babe :P
Never forget yo lil asian hooker.
This was epic and made me laugh so hard. I didn't think I could laugh more, until I took the Myola to my grandparents house and left it there while I went to presentation night. I arrived home to find it sitting on my nans walker, in front of her as she watched TV.
Hey Nana, how's it going?
Good, good.
Read the Myola?
Yes I did, I don't like the comment your friend put in there.
Oh...*wide eyes*
*procedes to pick up the Myola, open it, and read the comment to the family in her matter of fact, posh pommy accent, pausing to try and decipher the word 'crevice'*
*dies laughing on the couch*
It was so epic, I've never ever heard anything more hilarious in my life. I don't think I'll ever hear my nana say "crackwhore" or "crevice sausage" again, so I'll treasure that memory.
I feel like having a little photo spree in my backyard, it's quite a pretty day today.
xx
p.s. On the phone to him, he's packing his suitcase to come stay with me.
God, it won't all fit.
That's what he said.
It might be getting old to you, but honestly, I never tire of them.
p.s. On the phone to him, he's packing his suitcase to come stay with me.
God, it won't all fit.
That's what he said.
It might be getting old to you, but honestly, I never tire of them.
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