the hsc has come and gone.. not that anyone cares about that kinda stuff on these blog things anyway.

its 230 n i cant sleep.. mayb becoz im too hungry or maybe becoz i slept for almsot 14hours or im jus plain pissed off.

had the formal on friday. it wasnt all that great. actually, to think of it now. it was shit. shit food shit dj the only thing good about the dam thing was the pretty scenery. yea, the function centre thingyo wasnt all that flash, but from afar.. and looking afar, it was pretty.

i hate it how people smoke. i hate it so much. it depresses me.

yesterday was the 'asian afterparty' it was a shame more ppl dint turn up. it was aiight .. people are funny wen they're drunk. not that i shud be talking..
doosy basically died lol.. well i shudnt be laughing if that really DID happen.. but he was jus gone. completely gone. linda had a couple of shots n then got drunk herself, and we entertained by a lovely karaoke performance. one girl wore rocked up in black n what looked almost liek a bodysuit, showing a lot of thigh that im sure many of us [including myself] wished we hadnt seen. steven got really drunk lol.. lost a pendent ying had given him,.. but luckily found it eventually so that was good. phut does his rountinely fireworks display n i got attacked by spider webs whilst walking to the part n it scared the shit outta me.
a warning to all people who wish to preserve their tastebuds; DO NOT drink hazelnut lacquer fuck it was so bad.
another rocked up in a horribly colourful ensemble. pink/purple tights, denim skirt pink/purple shiny lyrca top , a purple/blue vest and a beautifully crafted come-over. now that, takes sum guts.
i woke up with the biggest headache, [therefore sleeping 14hours].

i feel like shit. i really do, n i cant pinpoint the exact reason why. prolly a few reasons jumbled together. bah. i feel fat. yes, i dont look fat, but i feel fat. 

i want to dye my hair. im too fond on the bleach idea, but i suppose its the only way the colour is gna even show up my in hair.

i almost forgot the pre-formal drama. gosh they are complete bitches. im glad i never havta see their faces again [fingers crossed] look, its not as tho im completely in love with them either [then agen, who wud be] but i dint mind them on the same table. we wouldnt hav talked, or evn glanced at each other, like how it is every other time. but no, they havta make a huge fuss and whoop-di-doo about it, n cause a shitload of stress and irritation for the rest of us. anyway, her troublesome efforts and plans partially backfired, with lisa n liam [i think that was his name] sititng on a seperate table. i really should not have wasted my munny. i am starting to think the yr10 formal was better.
well cheers, lets drink to the shitiness of the formal.
it took me 2 years to realise that id never see my primary skool friends again. it was a sad thought. n i do miss them. it took me less than a day to realise id never be seeing their faces again.

moving right along. this blog is so random. keep it random baby. gosh i havent sed that in a long time.

my family thinks im a slut or something. thats great. my uncle the lil bitch started yelling at me for wanting him [as a lawyer] to help me offically change my name. n then laughed wen i sed i need it to get into uni.
'hahahha.. for uni?? ur not gna even make it in! hahah you?? go to uni?! by going out like the way u do with ur boyfriend.. riiiiight'.
oh lovely, thanks you asshole for ur kind words and generous support.

my room is clean. amazingly enough. it was honestly, a monumental moment. big thanks to jack n jess who helped heaps.

i feel like shit. did i say that already?