HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN : )

I had 'spare time' on my hands and I was actually too lazy to do any work so I decided to go onto some online shopping websites and fell in love with the majority of the clothes that were displayed. I want to go to Japan or Korea one day and spend as much money as I possibly can on clothes. The clothing items in Australia are so limited and things can tend to be a bit over my price range. The amount of styles and colours and sizes of cardigans, dresses, t-shirts and shoes also left me amazed. The shocking 90 cents that currently remain in my wallet is not of any use right now.

Four more weeks left until the first day of our very very short year twelve camp commences and it's something I'm really looking forward to, yet partially dreading. We'll be receiving our letters that we wrote in year seven and I'm just wondering how much my thoughts, writing and life has changed. Pretty damn much, I'm assuming. The tears that will be shed over past horrible memories such as stupid boy problems, exams, heartbreaks, betrayal and evil revenge, misunderstandings, stress and frustrations will be something that will be better off not seeing. The same applies to crying for 'little' reasons like not wanting to leave school and graduate, not wanting to separate from the closest friends of your life, missing gossiping during lunch breaks, having lovely girls greeting you each morning with smiles, waves and hugs, not wanting to leave the safe atmosphere you got used to ever since year seven. Although I admit it sounds pretty stupid or lame, it's something I know will happen for sure, cause F_CK, I'll miss the girls and their asian butts so much.

It's a pity how things have turned back into an awkward situation once again and I'm surprised that I'm not the only one with that thought for once. I don't know what on Earth's happening or if I did something wrong but it'll be a matter of no time before things get back on track, I'm sure. It's one of those countless small things that are a part of being a highschool student. I need motivation and I somehow need to get out of this bad habit where the smallest of things can distract me and push me off track.

I permanently straightened my hair on Friday after school at Strathfield and it turned out better than all the other three times I've tried. But then again, they made alterations which should not have been made. They did one thing good yet did two other things in addition which literally screwed up, making the decent thing look very unpleasant. Well, what's done is done.