Life In Interest

I was sorely tempted to purposefully neglect the darling blog til Christmas day, for a fair reason. This is post number 50. Happy 50th post, blog. Now, reason I am not going to coincide 50th post with Christmas day... It's been quite a weekend. On friday I finally conceded to spending some time with a particular guy who I met at a party. Since then he has been texting me, and trying to arrange to hang out. On friday, after a morning helping round the garden at home, I grabbed a friend and allowed my guy to pick us up and take us the Maraetotara falls. The water was cold, but we had fun. We then moved on to the river. The water was lovely. The company was lovely. It was fabulous. The final place to go was ocean spa, where epic water fights ensued, and much more fun was had. Half the reason I put off seeing him for so long was the fear of awkwardensss. Only having met him once, and not knowing his friends, I wasn't so sure it'd be that good. But it was that good. I got on really well with his friends. Really, the point this is coming to, is by the time friday was out I'd found a good sober opinion of this guy, and he's good. I think this could go somewhere, but I don't mind if it doesn't. I'm just utterly happy in my own little giggly world, where I am finally interested in someone who seems pretty interested in me. I've gone since the last relationship not being interested in anyone that liked me, so this feels nice. It all sounds pretty lame, I know, but I'm happy for now.
I did mention that I'd elaborate on the ACM thing, but really right now I don't want those insanely annoying thoughts cluttering my happy wee head. =]

Life In Nightly Brawls

So, I neglected the blog so much that someone took me up on it. I am sorry, ma'am. Here is the promised blog post.
Honestly, last week was very busy. Each night I had something on. Saturday party. Fair enough. It didn't shake my mood how I first hoped it would, but as the night drew on I did cheer up. Sunday there was rehearsal. Unreliable ride made us late, but none the less, we got plenty done. Monday was rehearsing again, finally on stage at the theatre. Tuesday I got all active and mum, dad and I cycled, then dad and I swam. It was good. The evening came more rehearsing. Intense rehearsing, before the first performance. It went fairly well, though could have been better, and we proved that on night two. Wednesday was a kick arse performance. Acting is always so worth it in the end. The buzz of a great performance is one of the best things.
Leaving my own performing behind, thursday night I shifted to the audience. I went to see one night only with Future Prospect. They are my school's all male choir, and they really are great performers. They mostly do comedy things with the songs they choose, such as Rubby Ducky, and It's Raining Men. I kept up the fast pace life on friday night, joining my parents at the annual christmas party their friends hold. It lived up to the expectations - too much food, old people getting merry, and a great night overall.
Saturday again, and a break from partying. A quiet night with friends, BBQing. It made a pleasant change and was a relaxing night. Mostly it was good to see a few people that I haven't seen much since school finished, particularly having a good catch up with MM.
On sunday the excessive amounts of food continued with another BBQ, as a friend who lives part time in england was back here so catching up was required. CM had already arranged to visit me that day, so he joined the crowd, got his butt kicked at pool, the usual shennanigans.
I must admit yesterday and today have been unproductive. Other exciting things to mention, must include that Christmas is fast approaching. The only shopping I've completed is for my secret santa, as that needed to be posted overseas. I still need to buy for my family, so hopefully can organise a shopping trip with a friend asap, as I only have ten days to go.
There you go, MC, an update, though rather uninteresting as my busy schedule leaves little time for deep thought, though come to think about it, I'm full of thought right now, what with ACM being so ridiculously "in love" with me and pissing me off constantly, but we'll leave that for another post, as no doubt he will keep it up.

Life In Partying

Oh, blog, how I have neglected thee. We have so much to say, but with so little worth. I'm just wondering when I can relax. I'm trying now. I want to let it all go, but so much is on my mind. School is all done with for the year, yet I'm feeling new stresses.
I took the photos. I did some earring photos, and had some fun editing them. And since then I did some photos of the first cherries we bought this season, before I ate them.
I did the exam. I felt good about it. It was the last important one, and it actually went well. At least I think I did, but results time will only tell. That's a long wait, so I'll forget it for now. Classics wasn't so bad either. I knew I was going to fail that all along, so I just had a little fun talking about Cyclops thinking Odysseus and his men were a tasty snack. Got a few jokes in. Laughed my way through one of three papers before getting swiftly out of there.
Wednesday was meant to be for relaxing, but I actually ended up going for a 20km cycle in the morning and having an active afternoon too. Although not my plan, it was good. On thursday I did as planned and went shopping with mum and then to habyt, but I also added meeting friends early in the village for a swim. I got lots of good things shopping, including a new phone. I'm sure glad to not be confusing myself over what the texts say behind that black splodge anymore.
I hardly know what I did on friday, other than texting people and cooking. Saturday I worked. All average there. It was one of my work mate's last days at work, which is kinda sad, since she was fun to work with. I escaped and took Max home with me so I could get changed and go straight back to town with him for drinks. Our quiet drinks turned into heading a couple of streets over to a party. The party was great. I was glad for the stress release. You have to let loose sometimes, right? And I feel I need that so much right now. Everything's coming at me. I'm stuck in the middle with nowhere to hide. So instead I'll run to the middle of it and show them I know how to party.
On sunday it was unbelievably hot. Well, it was believable. It was amazing. I was on top of the world, so to speak. We had our hangover kebabs and we spent the day under a sprinkler. Like dancing in the rain. Like magic. There. It's not all bad. It's good. It's great.
Monday classics, been there, done that. On tuesday I think all I did was make plans for wednesday, when I met friends, had lunch, hung around a lot, had a lot of fun, then stayed at Andrea's, with her and Kyla. We watched movies, then talked lots, then slept. On sunday morning I made us pancakes for breakfast. It was a tasty morning. We ate pancakes and played singstar. It rained. And rained. Then stopped and got hot and we had a spa. Then it rained. And rained some more. It was torrential. A curtain of water right across the hills. We watched another movie, then caught sight of the time. I went home, worn out by their hyper personalities, and did sweet nothing.
Despite being worn out by those two, I returned to their company after signing out of school on thursday. Officially not year 12 anymore. But, after sign out, the drama began. It's so complicated. All the wrong things for all the wrong reasons, and we're all going to crash and burn. But we'll do it in style. We'll do it partying, as always.
So, Kyla and I met Andrea in Haveock, then certain male (CM) met us. We got some lunch, then went to Kyla's to watch a movie. CM likes me. So does another certain male (ACM). ACM would be unhappy to know I was with CM, so I didn't tell him to start with, but had to see him that night. Between movie and seeing ACM a big thing came out. The main issue here. That I won't talk about here. ACM needs to get his act together, and I think when I saw him today I pursuaded him of that. It looks better, but I'm still stressed. So, I'm doing that smart thing again, and throwing myself into a party, where both CM and ACM will be, tomorrow night. Do it in style. Fuck it up right. Let's go.

Life In Still Images

At this very moment, I should be revising. In 2 hours and 26 minutes I will be in my economics exam. Yet, here I go again, pretending as if this blog is worth anything at all. It seems that all knowledge of economics has drained from my head. This is the exam where I should pick up merits and excellences, but right now I'm feeling for scraping a pass. I'm not one to stress about passing an exam. If I don't pass, so what. It's not going to effect me much. Maybe I'll have to pick a different subject for next year, that's about all. I'm just a bit annoyed that I'm coming up to a subject that I am good at, with no fucking clue. I can't focus. On anything, let alone economics.
I'm realising how much I've neglected hobbies of late. I haven't gotten any photoshoots done in a very long time. The previous few have been with Kyla, and she's been the one saying, "We're going here, taking this, and getting a photoshoot down." Which doesn't say much for my inspiration levels. I was pleased with our cemetary shoot, and how some of my ideas turned out, but I really need to get on with doing something of my own, and making it creative. I have ideas. I just need the motivation to go take the photos. I'm itching to do it right now, but I should also be returning to the eco books.
Other than photography I've neglected the poetry, which is in a way a good thing, since I usually turn to that when I'm an emotional wreck. The dried up run of poetry suggests I've been a bit higher on the emotional scale. Or that I just can't be creative with writing when I'm stressed.
I have many many ideas for photos now, and a long summer to take them all. I'm excited for this, and for Christmas. But not for the exam. 2 hours, 16 minutes to go. And my camera is definitely winning me over the eco books. :)

Life In Stress

On monday, I revised a little, did a little shopping, and ate strawberries.
On tuesday, I had a failure to revise, but a success in being better than Max (at pool, table tennis AND guitar hero). Then I did revise a little.
On wednesday, I forfeited plans to get up early and revise a lot as I was tired, so I had a lay in and revised a little, before going to my biology exam. After that I planned to revise for english, which I did a little, but I also discovered there's some pretty good things on TV of a wednesday.
Today, I woke up feeling exhausted at 7am. I somehow was ready for the bus by 8am, but I managed to forget my scripts for HaBYT. A little revision time with a few friends at school before the exam at 9.30am. I was tired, but somehow focused, and even think I might have done well, despite feeling slightly insane when managing to connect a poem about mechanical cranes to the meaning of life. I left the exam and had a pleasant walk. I think I needed that. A police officer stopped to ask about the exams, and reminisced a little about how they were when he was at highschool. He then wished me luck with my exams and carried on his way. I killed some amount of time before getting a bus to Hastings. Max and I killed a little time before he got a tattoo. I might get a tattoo, in a few years, so I wanted to watch it being done. I thought it might put me off, but it didn't, so who knows. In a couple of years I may have some meaningful ink on my back. The tattooist was a very interesting and nice guy who was considerably easy to talk to, so I actually enjoyed the hour and a half sitting in there. Then there was some more killing time and subway for dinner before HaBYT. Of course I wasn't favourite for forgetting my scripts but I feel justified in slipping up as this week is seemingly made of stress. I'm not sure I want to go into it so much. I've complained enough to a few people (I'm sorry, and thank you...). I do have to say though, I am quite looking forward to parents returning on saturday. I've had quite enough of keeping this rather large house clean by myself.

Life In New Shoes

My last two posts have consisted of "this isn't productive, why aren't I more insightful?" And, in all honesty, I'm still not feeling very meaningful. I feel average. Just the same as all the other teenagers who are preparing for exams. Today, I revised for biology, cell structure and function. Depending on the questions that come up, I'll either pass, or pass well, on that paper. The next couple of days will be revision for ecology, genetic variation, and animal structure function. There is nothing particularly exciting about biology, or exams, or revision. Not wanting to spend the whole day stuck at home with my good friend biology, I caught a ride into town with my brother, and met a friend. The same friend I met yesterday. Yesterday we were with another friend of ours, and today we met one of his friends who I have met a few times. Both friends said at some point, in response to something I said, "Damn, we should hang out more often." I think I agree. Despite my friend making innappropriate comments a few times, considering he is dating one of my good friends, I have enjoyed hanging about there. His innappropriate-ness brings me to shoes. Yes, shoes. We were browsing shops to pass the time, and I saw some shoes I liked. I tried them on, and they are quite fantastic, and he offered to buy them for me. Free shoes? Great! Friend's boyfriend buying me shoes? Not a chance in Hell. I told him that he can't do that, and bought them myself. Another pair of shoes I'll hardly ever get a chance to wear, but shoes make every, average, girl happy. These shoes might even make good ball shoes in year 13.
The past few days also held hints of forts with overly ginger orgies and cookie dough, a work mate becoming a dildo-testing, wine taster, living in Amsterdam and commuting to Paris, and maybe even a little strip poker. Yes, they are all interesting stories, but I'm going to continue watching Happy Feet and feeling sorry for Mumble now. :)

Life In Remembrance

It's funny the things a girl remembers. Or, is it just the things I remember? What sparked this thought was the quote I made in a previous post, a friend saying, "You're too pretty for your own good." That is a comment I don't think I'll ever forget. It meant something to me, and I'll keep that with me. There's more, silly compliments like that. Say, when a male friend of mine told me he liked the stuff, the blue stuff on my eyes. I told him that's called eyeshadow, he said, "Yeah, that stuff. Well, it looks nice." It's nice that I remember things like that. It's enough to make you smile when you've had a bad day. Anyway, enough of that crap. I remember things like a friend's shoe size, too.
Well then. It's the last day of year 12 tomorrow. Which is exciting. That means next year I am year 13. That means senior privilages, like no uniform. Which is great, and I'm looking forward to it, after a good long break. But, it's seeming a bit overshadowed. I have so many friends who are now leaving highschool for good. Going to university, or working. Compared to that, year 13 doesn't seem so exciting. Sadly friends being year 13 and them leaving means me not seeing said friends so much. Particularly MM, as he is a part of my close group. I'll miss having him around at lunchtimes. I'll miss him in general. But there's always MSN. The good old internet. In this day and age, distance barely counts for anything. It's (almost) as easy to chat with friends back home in England, and it is to chat to friends just down the road here in NZ. I feel like I'm crapping on a bit now. This is not productive.

-note, the title is nice and relevant, as it was just remembrance day in England. :)