Lets take a look at you lot.

I was looking at my stats, my blog and I've been excited at what I've seen for a while now.



You lot are awesome.

I've got Australian readers, American, Russian, English, German, Ukrainian, Dutch and now Spanish blog readers.

I hope you know that at any time you can come and talk to me, introduce yourself if you don't come from twitter!

My twitter:  (x)
My tumblr: (x)

Americans? I have burgers, I can probably find a shot gun.
English? Well, that's probably Abbie but if it's not, I have tea and we can scream together about the Americans. Sorry American readers. You guys are just a tad weird sometimes.
Russians? Like, wow, holy crap. Come talk to me.
Germans? Lemme hug you.
Ukrainian? Wow how did you find my blog. Come talk to me, I'd love to talk to you.
Dutch? Well that's Jennifer, hey Jenn.
Spanish? I don't know what to try to coax you with to come and talk to me.


I don't bite and since you read about me, I'd love to hear about you. What are you into? Do you find my blog interesting? How are things here in Australia different from things over seas? Which posts do you like so far?

I might also set up an Ask.FM if you guys don't want to message me through tumblr or twitter.

To ask a question on tumblr, you don't need an account. Just go hereeeee--> (x)

I look forward to hearing from some of you! I'm really happy that you read my blog! ^_^ I hope I'm interesting enough that you keep reading about my life.

An inside look at Frau Wynhorst.

I walked into the German room, twisting and turning my way into the many doors, small gaps and spaces that I can get into the class room earlier to open the door.
I open the door to my German class, stand in the doorway and only really let a few people in. Kallum and Ethan got in then I tried to keep the rest out. Ethan made sex moans and Kallum laughed, I rolled my eyes before Frau Wynhorst came in and I let everyone in.

I didn't sit where I normally sat, I sat with Claire to give her a bit of company other than Kareena. Frau came in, her eyes were red and watery. Now, in our German class, we've all grown extremely close, family one might call it, Frau Wynhorst included. Might as well since we're doing German until year 12 and we're the only year 10 German class, but back to the story, our  extremely special Frau was crying and I darted my eyes around the class room to see each and every class member with the exact same look of concern that I had for our Frau.

She took a deep breath then looked for the roll, she couldn't find it and started to freak, I missed a little of the conversation because I had slipped into a small daydream, wondering to myself which at this point almost never happened in my German class. I come back and Frau was on the verge of tears. My stomach twisted and I felt like crying along with her. She explained that an incident with another student had brought back her post traumatic stress disorder, or triggered it and Claire tried to calm her down by telling her to just pass around a sheet of paper and we'd all put our names on it and we'd try to work out who was away from there.

She told us that she was an extremely open person and that she wouldn't hide the fact that she has P.T.S.D. She then joked about it, saying that we had never seen a teacher so human.  Wiping her eyes from the tears that threaten to spill out and she then began to tell us her story.

She was in a dog-sled racing accident, which we all knew about and she shattered her shoulder, also which we all knew about. She was very open about both and I think I speak for the whole German class when I say that we all respected her because of it.

REWIND:

She told us about the fun she had, it was her life and I really hoped she had fun while she could because she deserves it, even now, she's always smiling and I just can't stay in a bad mood in her classes. I just can't. Even when I try to stay in a bad mood, her mood always seems to pick mine up. As I keep ranting and raving on twitter, Frau Wynhorst is awesome. Even awesomer than 'zee awesome Prussia'.



Not sorry Prussia.

BACK TO THE STORY.


She told us that the doctors and everyone she visited said she had no chance of moving her arm again, she apparently only had 10% movement, which eventually moved up to 75% movement and I grinned, Frau was certainly awesome, kick ass and down-right bad-assed. She always seems to be doing the stuff other people said she couldn't.

She then almost started to cry again, she told us that the bone died and there was a hole left in her, metaphorically of course. She let a few tears drip before she started to say she felt so weak. I gave in to my thoughts and told her.

She wasn't weak. She was doing something really strong, she was admitting her faults and it takes a lot of guts to do that. I wasn't going to say it in front of the class because I didn't want to seem like I was sucking up but I admire her. She's a very strong woman and I strive to be someone like that when I'm older. She started to cry again and that made the knot in my stomach turn. I didn't want to make her cry again so I shut my mouth and gave her a small twitch of my lips up into a grin. Liam popped up and added that it wasn't a weakness, Liam knew what I was trying to say and put it into better words for me. ThatBoyISwearToGod. 

She gave a laugh, smiled and she went on about how broken she was, I put my pen down to grab a little bit of her attention, I walked right over to her and gave her a hug. I hope that made her feel even a little better but she seemed to be trying to fight the tears even more now which was against my intentions, I returned to my seat and she said again how broken she was.

Then my big mouth opened again, this time what came out of my mouth seemed to make her stop sniffling. I told her that she wasn't broken. She isn't. I don't think you can break a woman that strong, I told her that she had too much pressure put on her and she had just.. cracked? Which wasn't a real good way to put it but I tried to find a word for what I was trying to say. She had a hole? She had cared too much? She had something she loved ripped away from her? She wasn't broken. I doubt she ever will be.

Frau is a very strong woman and I hope she realizes this, I'm going to email her after I finish writing this, I'll probably link her to this too, just show her what goes on in my mind about her. She's awesome, I look up to her, she's kick-ass and just awesome. I don't ever want her to think that she's broken or weak. She really is not. I hope she's okay....forget that. I know she'll be.
She's a tough cookie.

VHY DID DU FAIL MEINEN DEUTSCHLAND?!

So, I went to bed last night, having watched a scary video on facebook about an eyeless monster that chases you in the dark and eventually ends up on your bedside table, then eats your face off.
Don't know why I thought that would be a good idea, but I watched it and now I'm disturbed.

So I couldn't get to sleep last night because I'm paranoid like that.

Anyway, we started off in Drama, which was really fun.

We did improvs and improvs are always fun.

The first game we had to play as a warm up was that game where the teacher calls out a number and you have to get yourself into that number of people, it's a common game here in Australia, probably is too in America and Europe as well. So, I won that game.
I am ze awesomest!

Then we moved onto improvs, me, Shanae and Kirsten got into a group together.
We had to (for the first one) improv an office sense with four emotions/traits, we could choose three and that was our characters. The choices were
-Highly Intelligent
-Stupid
-Sad
-Angry

So we picked highly intelligent, (me) stupid, (Shanae) and sad, (Kirsten). We did an improv that I was an angry, intelligent German CEO of a big company with Shanae and Kirsten. The improv went as followed.

Warning, this may be offensive to some people, Hitler is mentioned at the last part, however, this is all in good spirits and jokes, so if you are offended by Hitler or the mention of Hitler, or anything about Hitler, skip this hunk of writing please.

*Start skit* 
Me: It vas 1800 vhen I szarted zu vork in mein first job. Und now I am zee CEO of zhis count-...COMPANY.
Shanae: *talking to self* FLY!
Me: *turns to Kirsten* Du habe reportz due in ein veek and Ich know fur ein fact zhat du have not even ztarted! Du are fiRED!
Kirsten: I HATE YOU. *flings self out imaginary window, committing suicide*
Shanae: *runs down imaginary stairs* Oh! She's having a nap! LETS WAKE HER UP AND HAVE COOKIES! *snatches cane off me, poking Kirsten* WAKE UP, LETS GO GET COOKIES.
Me: *snatches cane back from Shanae* Zhe's dead du dumm Kopf.
Shanae: Oh.. *waddles off* FLY!
Me: Ach, vhy.
Shanae: Look boss! Look! It's my friend. He's wearing a jumper! Not just any jumper! BUT A STRIPPED JUMPER!! *gets 'stung' by the bee* Ouch! ...Awww, he gave me a kiss! ... *bee falls to ground, dead*.. Friend? ...Friend?! NOOOOO. *falls to ground, crying* NOOO!
Me: I VILL NOT PAY FUR ZEE FUNERAL COSTS.
Shanae: *snatches hat off my head* Here you go little buddy, a little casket for you.
Me: *snatches hat from Shanae's hands, flicks the bee out, squashes it with cane* Dumm Kopf.
Shanae: YOU MONSTER! YOU UTTER MONSTER! *scoops up said bee and runs off stage*
Me: *looks at Kirsten who is still lying on the floor* Vhy. I vas a gut ztudent, I did everyzhing I vas ever asked zu do. VHY. ZHIS IS JUST LIKE HITLER. VHY DID HITLER FAIL MEINEN DEUTSCHLAND. VHY HITLER. VHY. I VOTED FUR DU.
*End skit*

So everyone laughed and thought it was great, then we went onto another improv which he didn't have so much time for. Our improv was the world just ended and there was only me, Shanae and Kirsten left alive. So after a little 30 second discussion, the skit happened as followed.

Warning, this may be offensive to some people, Hitler is a character in this skit, however, this is all in good spirits and jokes, so if you are offended by Hitler or the mention of Hitler, or anything about Hitler, skip this hunk of writing please.

*Start skit* 
Shanae: It's the end of the world!
Kirsten: .....
Me: *Standing at attention*  .....
Kirsten: .....
Shanae: ....
Me: ....
Shanae: *turns to me* And who are you?
Me: HITLER.
Shanae: ...Hitler?
Me: JA! ADOLF HITLER!
Kirsten:....Well then.. we're the only ones left alive.
Me: *marching around stage*
Shanae:...Yup..
Me: *looking at them both* Ja, now I can breed mein Aryan race!
Shanae:.....Adolf.. H-Hitler?
Me: JA! ...Are du ein Jew?
Shanae: No!
Kirsten: No!
Me:...*looking at them both* ...Are du ein homosexual?
Shanae:...No.
Kirsten: ....
Me: *grabs Kirsten arm* Du look like ein homosexual, zhis vay zu ze showers bitte!
Kirsten: What! I'm not a homosexual!
Shanae:.. YO ADOLF?!
Me: Ja?
Shanae: LET MY FRIEND GO!
Me: NEIN! *turning to Kirsten* Zhis vay zu ze showers, if du vill just ztep inzide we can ztart ze shower fur du und have du so nice and clean~!
Kirsten: *runs off stage* I'M NOT A HOMOSEXUAL!
Shanae: Adolf, you should die.
Me: NEIN! *marches across stage* I BIN ADOLF HILTER, ZE ARYAN RACE CREATOR. I HAVE ZEE GENES FUR ZEE ARYAN RACE EVEN ZHOSE I DO NOT LOOK ONE BIT LIKE VHAT EIN ARYAN LOOKS LIKE!
Shanae: Hey Adolf?
Me: *turns to her* Ja?
Shanae: *fake punches*
Me: *falls down, dead*
*End skit* 

We had a lot of fun, it was all part of the fun so don't get offended. We had German next where I talked to Frau Wynhorst about going into German and my options or my path to teach English over in Germany, she refers me to Revert which is the language assistant we have at our school, he comes from Germany you see?

So then we had lunch, I had to stay in class and complete some work before running around to Mrs Baron, the head of S+E who would help me make my choices for year 11, she wasn't there so I found out that she was here tomorrow, I made a mental note to talk to her tomorrow. Then I ran up to Frau Singe, she's the German teacher that has Revert in her class tomorrow.

REWIND.

Long time no see.
Revert had left to the Primary school he worked at when I discovered that I needed to talk to him about what I would do about teaching English as a second language overseas.

BACK TO THE STORY.

So she told me to come back in session four, which I have Maths would be good because I can go talk to Revert then and get out of a little bit of Maths. At this point, my calves are cramping up something else.

So I go to S+E and we read a little bit before turning on another movie, I tried to massage my calves to stop cramping but it didn't help so I made sure to make an appointment with Mr Halton, my S+E teacher, he said he would talk to me tomorrow about a set time. Then I went to Maths, asked the teacher to release me into the Gell Center, which he did and the teacher that is normally really stupid with sending students home, called Jason, my step dad, he said he'd be a few minutes.

Brittany from my hockey team was sitting in there, she had enough of her S+E teacher, which is funny because she reminds me so much of myself, it's not funny. So we talked about hockey and our coach, decided that I'd talk to AJ, my hockey coach and try to get him to understand our point of view.

Emma is coming back, she's at the airport and I can't wait to have her properly back, it's been too long since I last talked to her properly. I taught her a few German swear words and she thanked me and told me she'd try to use it as much as she could in Vanuatu. Apparently it was a French trip so, hey if she wants to use German to try and piss off her French teacher, (I didn't actually know she took French but whatever). Good job Emma, Deutschland is proud of you.

Willow, signing out...

With dread.



SOMEONE IS SUMMONING ME.

Note: For non-Hetalia fans, that's Germany from Hetalia. ;)



Thanks Germany.

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I'm sorry but I've deleted this post for some reason and it hasn't seemed to delete properly.

I'm sorry if you hate me now.

Have kittens.

Bored. Sick. Cold.

There was really nothing special that happened today, I can't even try to make it entertaining.

I'm also too tired to type anything overly big but I'm still going to post SOMETHING.

English
Maths
Lunch
S+E
Science
Lunch
Drama

I found out that we only have drama for two terms before we go on to a new topic, I don't even know what I decided on, I can't remember. Oh well, we'll know next term.

10 days until Eva comes.
Got my braces changed, they say about a year or two and then I get my braces off. Yay.

Um, changed my braces to German colours. Missionaries came over, one of them likes Hetalia. I'm teaching young womens tomorrow.

Got Japanese exchange info today, Saki.
Her face looks twisted. She isn't really that pretty.

Decided I'm going to grow my hair out again.

Okay, boring, boring, more boring.

Willow, signing out.

Dragging on the Mondays.

So, today is the 23rd, which means there's 11 days until Eva comes over, I'm scared. I hope she likes me.

We had our drama performance today, but today was really really slow.

I'm skyping Helena as I type this since the awkward I-want-to-talk-to-you-but-what-the-fuck-to-talk-to-you-about feeling is back, oh and her mumma just came in.

So today, woke up, my foot was killing me and turned out that I had a blister on my foot. I didn't want to go to school so I pulled the covers over my head and slept in some more.  Until Jason, my step-dad came in and started yelling at me to get up, which after about the fifth or sixth time I got up and went into the shower. Then as I usually do, I sit on my bed, huddled up under my blanket with my towel wrapped around me.

It's been getting down to about the minuses and I freeze my ass off every time.. but I get to school in my uniform, which is a shirt and shorts, lets not get into details with what I wear on a daily basis. I got told I was stupid to be wearing only that to school. Since non-school jumpers are banned at school, I couldn't wear one, even if I wanted to. -.-''

Anyway, I'm tired so lets wrap this up quickly.

Maths.
English.
Lunch.
Science. (Prac)
Drama.
Lunch.
German. (Had a relief teacher that I knew, Clint Chapman that goes to my Church group.)

Had a performance tonight, did my performance, had to ask for a prompt once. Did the lighting and stuff.
Hurt my toe.

That's the highlights of my day.

Willow, signing out.

SupaNova is here! The meeting of Chuck Huber.

Today's blog post will be brought to you by Austria:



Okay, I'm just kidding.
BUT I DID MEET THE VOICE BEHIND THIS LOVELY CHARACTER AND OH MY GOD GOD GODHSIYNGKBAFKG



*DISTANT SCREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND*

I MET CHUCK HUBER AND HE TOOK A PHOTO OF MY COSPLAY.

I dressed as Austria and so, we went to his panel i-

REWIND.

Okay, me, time to take this slowly, in order, like your English teacher taught you.

Okay, okay. *deeeeep breaths*

So, we went over at Tylah's, dragging my stuff everywhere was a bit of a hassle but we went over. I had potato wedges and potato pie for dinner. My German friends would be proud.
Then I was awake at ungodly times because Tylah was snoring like a fucking dropbear scream and I just couldn't sleep. Eventually I pretended that I was snuggled up with Austria and Helena and drifted off.

Then in the morning we had bacon sandwiches for breakfast, after breakfast I rushed to get dressed as Austria, at this point I was feeling so nervous and so upset and scared that Chuck would think I was a total retard, also the fact that I had misread the list and he wasn't going to come.

But Tylah did my make-up and my hair, the curl was the hardest part and we used hair putty which was white and sticky, lets not hold back on the sexual jokes.. because I giggled at the fact that it was probably (Austria's white sticky stuff,) just hair gel.

Then we went in the car and we got there.

BACK TO THE STORY.

I DRESSED AS AUSTRIA-

Self, please, lower case, proper grammar. Thank you.

I dressed as Austria and so, we went to his panel in the morning, about 11:05am which is when we got our tickets and got into the panel, there was little seats taken but Chuck noticed me walk in and he put on his Austria voice, then you just see me quietly fangirling inside. My stomach had butterflies and he let me sit up with him. I almost cried. 

I asked him "What's his favourite part of Hetalia?" to which he answered:

"I think I just like how we write it, I like how we tried to squeeze in as many jokes as we could. Like for Britain, that had to have teeth and food jokes. But I just loved the way we wrote it. Everything was so fun there."

Mind the little conversation we had, which had my heart almost jumping out of my chest.
Something along the lines of

Him: *Austria voice* I zhink Austria is ze best country in Hetalia!
Me: *stuttering* Well-I..I-I..
Him: *Austria voice* Don't du agree?
Me: *still stuttering* Well, of course, s-since I'm here as *end stuttering* Austria, I decided to throw something together because I was unsure what to go as, I was going to come as Australia but then I realized you were going so I was like "Hey! I know that guy." And well here I am.
Him: *Austria voice* Well zat is just grand! Vhat's your question?
*end lil conversation*

So he kept looking at me every time he answered a question and I sat there, all nerdy and happy that I was seeing him. He never really spoke in his normal voice. Always in his Austria voice which I-OBVIOUSLY-loved. I found out he was a principle too at one point and I thought that was really cool.



So we went out of the panel and he came with us, this woman was leading him to the autographs stall. I walked with wide eyes as I heard him behind me and I sort of softly squeaked. I darted my eyes back to him every now and then when I could, without him noticing, but he was heading the same place we were. The autograph booth..... WE WERE GOING TO GET THE MAN THAT IS WALKING BEHIND ME AUTOGRAPH AND I FELT LIKE CRYING.

So we lined up, the line wasn't overly big, there was about two people in front of us and I stood patiently, the only real time that his eyes were off me was when he was signing or made eye-contact with other fans. I don't understand why he was always looking at me but I tried to keep my eyes off him. LoveAtFirstSight.OkayImKiddingHesLike43.WhichIsntThatOldToBeHonest.

So, I paid for a little fanart with Austria on it and Chuck said hello, he looked at me and grinned, wider than I had seen him grin. I was the happiest I had been for ages and considering my mood, it made me really happy. He held the fanart up and took a picture of me AND the fanart. I'M ON HIS PHONE. IN MY COSPLAY. SOMEONE HELP ME. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME. I FUCKING LOVE IT.

He signed it for me, gave it bACK THEN CAME OUT OF HIS BOOTH TO GIVE ME A HUG. I WAS TREMBLING AND I WAS SO SURE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY. HE GAVE ME A REALLY LONG HUG AND I HUGGED HIM BACK, REALLY TIGHTLY. HE TOLD ME MY COSPLAY WAS AWESOME AND IT LITERALLY BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES THAT I HAD TO QUICKLY BLINK AWAY BECAUSE I HAD AUSTRIA'S MAKE-UP ON.



All in all, meeting Chuck in the autograph booths made my heart pound against my chest and I was so happy, I still am, just thinking about it. He was about 5-7cms taller than I was and just. *deep sigh* I loved him, he was awesome and I really really would love to meet him again.

So then me and Tylah walked around, took some pictures. (You can see all the cosplay pictures I took down the bottom, I will label the characters.) Then we went over to Michael and Lindsey from Rooster Teeth. The line was a bit big and so we didn't bother.



Skip a lot of picture taking, a lot of playing Austria's character and a lot of buying fandom stuff which is now happily sitting in my room. Lets skip to my Chuck Huber horror.

I go and buy a ticket to take a photo-

PAUSE.
Spoiler: I do get the photo.
PLAY.

I go and buy a ticket to take a photo with Chuck Huber and I line up, I ask the girls when I need to be there by over at the ticket booth, I look at the ticket and it says 1:45! BUT THEY SOLD ME THE TICKET AT 2:04?!?!

Me at that point:

I'M NOT GOING TO SIT BY AND PAY 30$ FOR A FUCKING PHOTO AND NOT GET IT.


So, skip a lot of panic and Tylah rubbing it into my face that we missed the fucking photo. They told me to come back at 3:50. So me and Tylah were left with about two hours. So we watched wrestling, WITH THIS AWESOME DUDE.

CRAZY TRAIN.



Crazy Train is awesome and I've seen him at least 3-4 times. He had a surprising Spanish accent, which was quite refreshing because I hadn't heard a proper Spanish accent for a while. So, then me and Tylah went around and I had to decide what and when I was going to spend my money. Tylah got a bucket of chips that me and her shared and that was my lunch.

Then  we sat down at the front of the photo booths. We had about 20-30 minutes and I wanted to line up as soon as we could because there was just no way in HELL I was going to miss that fucking photo. So me and Tylah chatted for a while, my feet were killing me anyway and before the photo, I ducked off to the bathroom to fix up my cosplay, I gave Tylah the token so I wouldn't lose it when I was in the bathroom and she fuckING JOKED WITH ME ABOUT LOSING IT.

THEN YOU SEE ME GOING



I WAS FREAKING OUT AND CLUTCHING MY HAIR, TOTALLY RUINING MY COSPLAY WHILE I FREAKED OUT OVER IT.

So she was joking and I had to go to the bathroom again, this time I took my ticket with me and put it in my pocket, fixed up my cosplay and lined up when they called the Star Trek photos, which is what Chuck was in. I just wanted Chuck so it was sorta a big confusion about where I stood. Skip the waiting in line and the confusion.

One of the volunteers went to find out what was happening with the photo, I said I didn't mind going last and so I returned talking to Tylah and this really nice girl that was standing in with me.

THEN THIS GUY YELLS "ONLY Chuck Huber first please!" Which was only me. And everyone moved aside to let me through. Trust me, waiting to meet your celebrity and have everyone move aside because of it was one of the best feelings I have ever had.

I gave my bag to Tylah, and walked in, where I see the rest of the Star Trek guys in the corner just going like:




And Chuck standing there like:

 

So I give him another hug, at this point I'm almost getting that sick nervous feeling, then he grabs me, hugs me and turns to the camera, he gave me a warm hug, even after the photo. I don't understand why he seemed so excited but he was, and I'm not even lying because Chuck just made me feel so welcome and I loved him heaps. He gave me another hug and I started to sniffle, I thanked him over and over and then I waved him goodbye, he gave me another hug and let me go out.

I got this little slip of paper that told me to come back at 4:30 to get the photo, so me and Tylah watch more of the wrestling before we wander over to see what this League of Legends thing is all about.

We looked at the Rooster Teeth line and it was still too long so we watched more wrestling before going back to get the photo at about 4:20, I saw the photo, gave them my ticket and walked off, extremely happy at the photo.

We wandered around, brought more stuff and saw more great things.

We ran into a cosplayer who asked me (in my character, this)

Random cosplayer: Austria, look, Germany's sausages! Do you want some?

Me: Ach, nein. Aber.. I zhink Italy vould love zat.

I loved that part.




Not now, Prussia, unfortunately. 

We had a look at the line for taking a photo with Michael and Lindsey and there was about 10 people lining up, so me and Tylah nabbed places in the line and waited for about 5 minutes. We watched people take photos and have Michael sign things. I didn't have anything I wanted him to sign so I just asked him to take a photo. So I did and Lindsey jumped in too. It was so surreal seeing them in real life rather behind a computer screen.



So we walked around a bit more, and our feet were killing us, especially mine since the Austria boots that I was wearing were slightly raised, so we pushed ourselves into a corner but we got told to move then we went back over the to boxing ring, I took a picture of something I had seen, caught my eye as soon as we got in.



So now I have the picture that I love to bits.
SupaNova was awesome, though I'm really tired and I'm actually about to head to bed as soon as I use my last Austria gif, add all the cosplay pictures and everything.
Okay, cosplay pictures. Bed. Austria gif... wait that's not the right order, you get the idea though.





Castiel. (Supernatural)
Breaks my heart.



Elizabeth and Booker. (Bioshock: Infinite)


Jawa. (StarWars)

 
Jack Sparrow and random Darth Vader kid. (Pirates of the Caribbean/StarWars)


Loki. (Marvel Comics/Movie)


Deadpool. (Marvel Comics/Video Games)


Don't know who he is, looked awesome. Took a picture. (Some anime)


Effie. (The Hunger Games. Catching Fire Dress)


Louie the fly and Mortein Bug-Spray can.. (Popular bug-spray in Australia)


Big Daddy. (Bioshock)



Me and Tylah.

Austria would face-palm.



Thanks Austria.
Love you, you adorable piece of lil country.
*patpat*

Willow, signing out.

Going to cry.

Today, we dawn on the first day of SupaNova, I'm not going today due to the funding issues.


I watched Corpse Party last night, after I had finished I walked calmly into my room and clutched to my cat and cried, cried and cried some more.
Satoshi no. ;-; I cried, cried cried. Literally, I almost died of dehydration because of it. I was sulking at the computer desk that I was at, my head in my hands, clutching to my hair, just trying not to cry. I sat in shock for a good five minutes before I went into my bedroom and cried. I cannot stress how much I cried. I just cried, cried like a crying gif on a loop.



Anyone who wants to remain alive inside I suggest you do not watch it.... it was a good anime though. I was screaming at the computer screen. Especially at....



YUKA NO.

I was confused what was happening nine times out of ten then in the last episode you just kind of make the links together, like okay I got this shi-WHAT THE FUCK.



Literally the whole series there.
 I AM STILL NOT OKAY.

So today was lazy, just making sure I've got everything for my cosplay.

And Austria, you can fuck your hair curl.
Fuck you very very much sir.

REWIND.

I just got out of doing my hair curl, I used hair putty then I moved on to trying to use a pipe cleaner and THAT didn't work so in the end, I got it working with a pipe-cleaner, hair putty and sticky tape. I've just been recommended sugar concentrated water, I'll have to ask Tylah's mum, I'll bring my own sugar if I need be..

BACK TO THE STORY.

SUPANOVA TOMORROW!!!
I'm so excited, I'm going with Tylah and I've got to get a camera, I'll probably just use my phone but I'm so excited at the photos that SupaNova's twitter is tweeting. I can'T WAIT!!



Okay, Austria, you're lucky that you're adorable otherwise I'd hate your guts because of your hair curl.



Willow, signing out.
Until tomorrow.

Party hard.

FRIDAY.
THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY.

I woke up this morning about 6:30am, having this dream that I was chopped to bits and my body was so heavy when I tried to move it I freaked out because I thought I was dead.

Then I had Science and I missed half of that session because I was late and then I had drama, which I was put yet again on lighting but I really don't mind it, it's actually pretty fun, plus I get the best seat in the house.



Then I had to go home because my body decided it'd like to begun it's monthly shedding of my uterus. Thanks body! I got changed, got what I needed to find we had a German test in German that I had totally forgotten about, I managed to get through most of it but I didn't finish the big writing on the back and I'm scared that, that'll hold back my grade, I hope not.

Then Maths which I had to try and get by without the teacher knowing I was literally doing no work. Then S+E and yet again another movie. We've finished watching 'Mississippi Burning' so now we're watching 'Cry Freedom' but I decided to call it 'Corey Freedom' because of the guy that sits next to me in S+E.

And now we come to the present time, the day literally seemed to go that quickly, now if you don't mind me, I'll just be dancing until Sunday, I've been invited to a sleep-over on the 8th of July then another one this weekend at Tylah's place tomorrow so her mum can take us to SupaNova, SupaNova's opening night is on tonight but due to funding issues, I can't go but that's okay, I'm going on Sunday.

TWO WEEKS UNTIL EVA COMES.



REWIND.
Oh, you thought that was all? FuckING NOPE.
We had hockey last night and I had to train Kallum and one of the dads told me that the audition that I had got was a scam so we're not going but I can't help but feeling replaced on the team when I trained up Kallum. Our coach sucks major dick.

BACK TO THE STORY.

Me:

 

PARTY.





WILLOW SIGNING OUT FOR THE WEEKEND.

A drunken whore on an American jock.

I drag myself out of bed today.
Quite literally, the hole in my chest from Australia's loss hasn't healed, which is weird, I've never really been affected by sport like that... ever.

Anyway, more about the game and my point of view here: (x)

So I got to school and I typed that up at school, at this point I can hardly keep my eyes open, since the soccer game ended at 2:30am. I fucking regret it so much. It would've saved the hole in my heart anyway. My inner Aussie is still deeply crying.

So I go to drama and it's unorganized as usual. The cast needed someone to do lighting, which involved me dragging a little slider up and down at the right time, which really was boring and only made me tireder.



But easy job I suppose, I kept daydreaming which only made me more upset. Fucking Dutchies.


Then we had German, normally I would be like:



But I was tired as fuck, so even now I'm like:



We did something important but I wasn't really in the mind set and I'll have to catch up.. I was out of it today..

THEN LUNCH CAME.

Oh fucking hold me back, fucking lunch. Tylah and Katie come up to me to talk.

Introduction time.
Tylah and Katie, literally my two best friends at my school. They're awesome, nerdy and I can be myself around them without being judged. We've decided to call our little group the KIT Trio.

Anyway.

So we chat about SupaNova and Tylah is coming with me with a possible Katie, but it's edging closer and I don't think she'll end up coming. Then Ben comes up to us.

SECOND introduction time.
Ben, 15. Fat, also known as 'Boobs'  or 'Boobies', seemingly pregnant.... if he wasn't a male.

Anyway.

He likes Katie and it's really easy to tell, he starts flirting with her and me and Tylah exchange weird looks because Katie can do so much better than Ben. Then Maryanne storms off and I see Lockie all upset and mad. (You remember Maryanne and her prickass boyfriend? Yup, here they are.) I ask Katie and Tylah and they tell me that Lockie had a smoke in the morning. Lockie used to smoke so it didn't really get me surprised or anything but Maryanne carries on, walking by and acting all horrible. Then Tylah comes out and tells me exactly what I was thinking.

Maryanne only dates Lockie because she's afraid of being alone, she often calls me 'the girl that'll end up dying alone with ten thousand cats'. Yeah, well honey at least I won't have an abusive asshole who cheats on me, thanks. Maryanne dates Lockie because no other guy in the school will date her, she acts like she's so much better than the rest of the group and I tell Katie, Tylah and Ben I'm not going to put Eva through all this drama at school because she doesn't need it and like fuck I'm just going to stand around and let her see the bad side of my school.

So we head to S+E which blurs by because we're watching a movie as we'll probably do until the end of term. Then I walk to Maths and I see Maryanne talking to Jasmine.

THIRD introduction time.
(Aren't you special?)
Jasmine, Maryanne's 'best-friend', the pair together end up being a less bitchy version of Phoebe and Raychel, She's a whore, she's acting like she's so much better than everyone else and I really wish she'd just stop, it's really not getting her anywhere. She dumps one guy to go out with another about a day or two later.
Anyway.

I see Jasmine looking upset and naturally, my pure oh-so-caring heart pops up and I ask what's wrong, Maryanne tells me that she has a heart tumor... So I stand there in a bit of shock for a little bit.



But then I put two and two together. The fucking bitch is putting it on. She's putting it on to make Lockie feel bad, she tells me that she might not make it to year 12 if she doesn't get this apparent surgery in two months time. I use my acting skills to look upset despite what I already know, I manage to sleep through the rest of Maths since I was falling asleep in S+E.

REWIND.

Hah! Bet you didn't think that there'd be one, did you? Nope, there's one. My grandpa used to smoke and left us in 2009. He had lung cancer, and a brain tumor.  So my already low respect for Maryanne sinks quicker than a drunken whore on an American jock. Tumors and cancers are a soft spot for me since most of my older family have seemed to leave us in that way. I'll save you the sob story.

BACK TO THE STORY.

I was smoldering at her for the rest of the day, I tell Tylah and Katie the new news and they put up a good point, if she had a heart tumor, why is the surgery so far away? They'd try and get it out as soon as they could, not just wait two months for it to grow.

We had English, we had to read and I was sitting next to Lilith.

FOURTH introduction.
(Lucky)
Lilith, a childhood friend. She went to my Primary school and she's pretty awesome, she's into bands, we used to argue over which side of the ruler you could use... we just laugh about it now, mind you.

Anyway.

We were reading and she was down so I muck around with her a bit, asking her if she wanted to read band-reader inserts of five seconds of summer, she eventually cheers up. She laughs when I cross my legs over the chair and read like that, I had chosen a book that I had started reading last session but I couldn't take it out because it's senior fiction. Then we head to the IT room to do our song projects for English. (I'm doing Schwarz zu Blau // Peter Fox. One of my favourites at the moment.) And then it's home time before I realize it.

I follow Lilith around and make more My Chemical Romance jokes before I start walking off to come home.

Now you see me at the present time.. my head hurts, my ears are ringing.. why? I also have hockey in 45 minutes.. I'm not going for the full an hour and a half. Fuck that, I'm training Kallum before going home.

REWIND.

My hockey games are on Sundays but since SupaNova is on Saturday and Sunday and I have an audition on Saturday, I'm going on Sunday, since I'm goalie, it's my responsibility to train up the reserve goalie, which is Kallum. AND while I'm here, I might as well introduce Kallum.

Kallum is a Primary school friend, he was head boy at the Primary school, he joined hockey two, three years ago and now plays on the same team as I do. He's fucking tall.

BACK TO THE STORY.

Yeah, okay, so there's not much of a story to get back to, I've pretty much told all my news or as I've been doing these past blog posts, I'll probably say that we're good before publishing this and remembering something important or funny I could've added.

On that note, Emma said that she liked reading my blogs... it's literally my thoughts into words.
So I don't blame you if you just 'WTF' at it.

Friday.. 14 days until Eva comes.


Willow puppy strikes again.

Socceroos.

NOTE: This was written like six hours before it was published. The main post will be along shortly.

Update: So I’m fucking tired.

I was up last night watching the soccer game, Australia vs. the Netherlands and let’s just say; every time I hear that word or ‘Dutch’ I’m going to scream then puke. We came so close to winning that game but I was so tired, shivering in the one degree cold, now, if losing wasn’t good enough, we had to deal with being up at ungodly hours of the day…. Such as 2am in the fucking morning.

But overall, we did play a hella game no matter how much I complain, it was more twitter than ruined it for me because there was a lot of people rooting for the Netherlands I felt pressured and out of place, it was all fun and games, don’t get me wrong but the support for the Dutch overwhelmed even the most patriotic Australian, also known as me.

I was on my Australia account and Jennifer, on her Holland.

Introducing time.

This is Jennifer, Jennifer is Dutch. (*puking in the background*) She’s 15, I think and I met her through Helena, she’s awesome but I can’t go more into detail. She lives in the Netherlands (*distant puking sounds*) and I hate her right about now.

Anyway.

It was all fun and games I suppose on twitter, until one person linked me a picture that told me to ‘STFU’ and I got really offended, if you can support YOUR team, why can’t I support mine? It was probably in the playful moment but when someone tells me to ‘STFU’ when I’m cheering on my team, then I will get upset because fuck you.

Note: If I hear any Australian today slagging my team, I will fucking hit a bitch.

So that’s my update on the soccer world cup, our Socceroos did us proud and I will stand by my boys because considering it was the top team, and we lost 2-3, you bet your fucking mugs of European tea that I’m going to wear gold and green and celebrate my boys, come on home boys, you did your country proud.

Shit-covered toilets and waist-height children.

Wednesdays always go fast.
I don't know what it is, they just go really fast.
Sport, S+E, lunch, Health, English, lunch, Science.
I think it's because I enjoy sport and health and the S+E and English were quick flow-ers in between.

So, we went to sport first and I was really dreading to going to sport, which is unusual but I went anyway, I saw hockey balls, yes, something I can finally show the perfects up at.

REWIND

The 'perfects' are a group of girls in my sport class, they are literally perfect at EVERYTHING they do, they do music and they're in the top classes, really smart kids, the bad thing is, they're so nice it's almost impossible to hate them. Like, god, can we get some flaws for theses girls? Here, take some of mine! I've got MORE than my fair share!!

BACK THE TO STORY.

So, the teacher seemed really dreading to play hockey, I squeaked and pleaded to play hockey, so the choices were basketball and hockey. The teacher asked who wanted to play hockey and I was the only one who threw my hand up into the air. (That's not an exaggeration either) Sadly, I was out-voted so we played basketball, I'm sensing a pattern to it. The class LOVE basketball, it's okay but I'd rather play hockey.

I was sitting in my sport class and I was so happy, I was like "MY GAME! MY GAME! THIS SHIT IS MY GAME!!" Then one of the perfects pop up and say "I think hockey is everyone's game."  No, it's MY game, trust me honey I can show you a type of hit that'd break your ankles if it hit you, my game. HISS.

Then we had S+E and we're in the middle of watching 'Mississippi Burning' which is a movie about the Civil War in America (black/whites all that jazz). There's this character that reminds me of my brother and he has a habit of getting himself hurt a lot so every time he gets hurt I kind of have to turn away and sniffle to myself, hoping nobody notices that I'm crying, over my brother.

Skip lunch since I sat with Samara and her friends. Then we had health but we were pulled out of health to do student councillor things. I cut out and put up posters with Maryanne.

Time to introduce Maryanne.
Taller than I am, 15, almost one of the 'perfects' but she's almost flawed in every single way, she panics a lot and has a boyfriend, Lockie that is a total assprick. She takes art and she's in my English and Maths.

Anyway, after being rescued from a boring health class, I bounced around and put up posters with the health and well being expo coming up next Friday, eventually we had to wait for Debbie, the women who's voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard but at least we missed out on English which was good.

Then we had Science and we have a prac-student, Mr Lou? Loa? Lua? But he'd pretty cool, he can joke around and he's given us our first practical for the term so that instantly won him over to the good side, I might give him a block of chocolate or something as a thank you or something. I really enjoy science because of him anyway, I mean I enjoy Science anyway but Mr Redclift, the boring head of department makes something really fun, something that's really become a chore.

..But then again, school has turned my thirst for knowledge into a chore..

End of school, end of day, time to go home and relax.

Nope, waist-height children in the Winter Wonderland disco down at my mum's school kept me there for about two hours, eventually I managed to beg mum so I went for a walk down to the shops, brought her back a diet-coke and that got me away from the disco for about an hour which I was more than happy about.



Winter Wonderland disco; A horror inside the Primary School.

After the two hours of nothing but loud music and waist-height children running everywhere, I had about twenty minutes to just relax on twitter before I went to young womens, which is pretty much just a church youth group, keeping the youth of our church off the streets and out of the pot bags!

Something like that. I was so excited for it but then they told me it wasn't combined, which really fucked me over because the cute church boy that I went for wasn't there AND it wasn't combined, so we went to clean an old woman's little house and it STUNK.

I got put into the bathroom, where I was told to clean the shit-covered toilet. Like, I feel like I should give this woman a medal because she literally got shit ALL over the fucking toilet and it was dirty as heck. I can't even describe it but it was the toilet seat version of a pigsty.

But the ride home in Rachel's car was awesome. (RACHEL not to be confused with RAYCHEL). She gave us cookies and cupcakes and got us a can of fizzy drink which was fucking awesome. Remind me to go in her car every time... she was one of the young women that could drive so just remind me.

So now I'm typing and I'm bloody freezing. Emma is going to Vanuatu which really annoys me, can't she just stay? I'd rather she stayed, or at least if she left when I went to Germany, that'd be even better. I got my Austria coat yesterday, it ended up being a raincoat but it works.




Tylah just messaged me and told me she could come to SupaNova so I wouldn't be alone. Yay, I can be nerdy with Tylah... or I can be shamed upon, either way, she'll be the outsider, not me since my environment IS SupaNova. Geeks forever. Chicks before dicks.

Fuck yeah.

Willow, signing out.


Thanks Germany.