My life... for once...
Dear Diary,
Well...
So....
I have been reading over my journal, and it seems a jolly good romp, but it's true, I reveal less and less about myself. So here is my life, chronologically difficult.
Tonight I graduated from Year 10 at Fort Street High. I started crying when I read my report. I'd finally took a chance and hoped I got all band 6s, but I really didn't. I'm too afraid to hope to achieve anything anymore. All, all over again. I am especially annoyed about English and Science, as I was one mark off a higher band for each.
Damn Mr Hart.
On the way there, I was proud of myself. You know why?
1. Oli said my hair should be longer, and I honestly didn't care. For once I felt my opinion was equal to someone else's.
2. fingerbun_21 was nervous about tripping onstage, and I began to say "Yeah, me t-", when I realised I wasn't worried about that anymore.
After school we went to Harry's place and ate "holy" watermelon and put our feet in the pool.
Yesterday I cried twice over the silliest things. I skipped Big Band, which was very naughty, but who cares on the second-last day of school? I can't remember the first cryage, but the second was in drama. I was lying down, not touching anything and listening to Coldplay, next to nornagon, and I gradually started crying on his pristine white shirt and fluffy arms. I hope I wasn't too loud, I couldn't hear a thing.
Me and satans_moose have been bickering about stupid things lately. I guess we've gotten more extreme. I love him more than ever, but that somehow means we have to pay for it with more stupid fights than ever.
CLICK
I'm never making another friends entry again, unless its for practical reasons, like homework or something. I've been thinking so much lately, and I don't want to change myself anymore for other people. This IS my journal, and if you don't want to read it, well ok, the ones that understand me are the ones I want to get to know.
I wrote my Christmas shopping list out today, and hoo-boy, it is overwhelming! Hopefully I will have enough money by the time I get out of the house.
Correction: Hopefully I will have EARNED enough money by the time I get out of the house.
Ooh! Snap!
That's right, you ungrateful scum suckers, your most favourite Rosie has gotten a job! No longer will featherystrokes call me a dole bludger! I am now working at..
..wait for it..
GOOOOOOOO-LOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Hee, yes, I am now one of the fabled "LOW-PRICE PEOPLE". It was quite easy, I gave my snotty resume to JB-HIFI and they said "Dang biatch, that shit be wakk, yo! Wikky wikky wow wow!"
So I decided to go to Norton Plaza instead.
And now I'm on a 3 month trial, and have an eight hour shift tomorrow! Huzzah!
WOW!
Last week, all of my stupid friends went to IMP Tour (band camp) and after going to 3 camps this year (including PEER SUPPORT and STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL) and bringing copious amounts of drugs and alcohol, and getting TWENTY-THREE SUSPENSIONS IN THE GRADE (a record) what did they do?
Ahem.
They ALL TOOK VODKA and guess what?
THEY ALL GOT SUSPENDED AGAIN!
*sigh*
*headdesks on behalf of Year 10*
The week before was:
Wednesday: Formal joy! I was cleverly disguised as an attractive teenager, and satans_moose looked very shiny indeed. As did the rest of the population. Everyone else went off to get drunk and party until dawn. I went home, removed my makeup, and slept.
Thursday: Get up early, go to the city to rehearse for School Spectacular. George Torbay is fantastic fun. Mummy is making me audition for the Sydney Singers next year. Little does she know, yetis are not eligible.
When will they learn!?
Soon I will scan in my drawings and do a "The Changing Face Of Rosie" editorial! I hope you are happy.
Well, that was really boring. I hope you are not compelled to unfriend me now that you know I have a life!
♥ Yours Forever And Ever Amen
Monsieur Rosie
Well...
So....
I have been reading over my journal, and it seems a jolly good romp, but it's true, I reveal less and less about myself. So here is my life, chronologically difficult.
Tonight I graduated from Year 10 at Fort Street High. I started crying when I read my report. I'd finally took a chance and hoped I got all band 6s, but I really didn't. I'm too afraid to hope to achieve anything anymore. All, all over again. I am especially annoyed about English and Science, as I was one mark off a higher band for each.
Damn Mr Hart.
On the way there, I was proud of myself. You know why?
1. Oli said my hair should be longer, and I honestly didn't care. For once I felt my opinion was equal to someone else's.
2. fingerbun_21 was nervous about tripping onstage, and I began to say "Yeah, me t-", when I realised I wasn't worried about that anymore.
After school we went to Harry's place and ate "holy" watermelon and put our feet in the pool.
Yesterday I cried twice over the silliest things. I skipped Big Band, which was very naughty, but who cares on the second-last day of school? I can't remember the first cryage, but the second was in drama. I was lying down, not touching anything and listening to Coldplay, next to nornagon, and I gradually started crying on his pristine white shirt and fluffy arms. I hope I wasn't too loud, I couldn't hear a thing.
Me and satans_moose have been bickering about stupid things lately. I guess we've gotten more extreme. I love him more than ever, but that somehow means we have to pay for it with more stupid fights than ever.
CLICK
I'm never making another friends entry again, unless its for practical reasons, like homework or something. I've been thinking so much lately, and I don't want to change myself anymore for other people. This IS my journal, and if you don't want to read it, well ok, the ones that understand me are the ones I want to get to know.
I wrote my Christmas shopping list out today, and hoo-boy, it is overwhelming! Hopefully I will have enough money by the time I get out of the house.
Correction: Hopefully I will have EARNED enough money by the time I get out of the house.
Ooh! Snap!
That's right, you ungrateful scum suckers, your most favourite Rosie has gotten a job! No longer will featherystrokes call me a dole bludger! I am now working at..
..wait for it..
GOOOOOOOO-LOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Hee, yes, I am now one of the fabled "LOW-PRICE PEOPLE". It was quite easy, I gave my snotty resume to JB-HIFI and they said "Dang biatch, that shit be wakk, yo! Wikky wikky wow wow!"
So I decided to go to Norton Plaza instead.
And now I'm on a 3 month trial, and have an eight hour shift tomorrow! Huzzah!
WOW!
Last week, all of my stupid friends went to IMP Tour (band camp) and after going to 3 camps this year (including PEER SUPPORT and STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL) and bringing copious amounts of drugs and alcohol, and getting TWENTY-THREE SUSPENSIONS IN THE GRADE (a record) what did they do?
Ahem.
They ALL TOOK VODKA and guess what?
THEY ALL GOT SUSPENDED AGAIN!
*sigh*
*headdesks on behalf of Year 10*
The week before was:
Wednesday: Formal joy! I was cleverly disguised as an attractive teenager, and satans_moose looked very shiny indeed. As did the rest of the population. Everyone else went off to get drunk and party until dawn. I went home, removed my makeup, and slept.
Thursday: Get up early, go to the city to rehearse for School Spectacular. George Torbay is fantastic fun. Mummy is making me audition for the Sydney Singers next year. Little does she know, yetis are not eligible.
When will they learn!?
Soon I will scan in my drawings and do a "The Changing Face Of Rosie" editorial! I hope you are happy.
Well, that was really boring. I hope you are not compelled to unfriend me now that you know I have a life!
♥ Yours Forever And Ever Amen
Monsieur Rosie