If I had subjects that I had actually liked, I might have persevered the day, drama is at the end of the day but it's only rehearsals and I couldn't deal with the 'best-friends' Raychel and Phoebe.
REWIND.
I used to be friends with Phoebe, she's turned into a total bitch and I really don't understand why she's taking drama anyway, she's completely and utterly idiotic and blinded, like one of those stereotypical bitchy American high-schooler teens. Imagine an Aussie version of that and you have Phoebe. She even has the voice of a whiney brat so I'm not drabbling shit here. She's utterly bitchy.
Then Raychel, I mean she seems nice enough when she's alone but when she's with Phoebe, shit goes down and I really don't feel like dealing with her today, not with my stomach playing up.
To make the day a little brighter, we have a big, huge storm coming in.
I love storms and no, that's not sarcasm, I love the rain, we don't get it often enough here, I mean I love the rain when I'm inside, snuggled up in soft blankets, watching some TV show or something but I also love running in the rain and just screaming my lungs out.
Unfortunately, I'm feeling too sick to be doing either, so I'm writing out my life.
BACK TO THE STORY.
I mean, I'm actually sick, my throat kills and my nose is running, and I have a headache. My period pains aren't as bad as I made them out to be but if I say they're a little worse than they actually are, nobody can prove me wrong, after deep thought, I slouch over, put a little croak in my voice and ask the teacher if I can go to the Gell Center, which is essentially the student services building there.
Sitting in the Gell Center, waiting for my mum to call back for about two hours was hell. The women that were managing the two front desks are nice, but one of them have a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. (For my privacy, lets call my high school, Hell High.) Listening to "Hello, Hell Senior High School, this is Caroline speaking, how may I direct your call?" about a million times then the bing, pause, bingbing of the telephones, you learn to get sick of it rather quickly.
So, I'm sitting at home and mum told me to take a panadol. I don't like panadol, I only take it when the pain gets unbearable, so I punch out a pill and put it straight in the rubbish. I hate tablets, I didn't get a strong immune system by giving myself over to panadol every time I got sick. I hate tablets anyway, I prefer the liquid, I can take it down as if it was a shot in that way. Quicker and easier.
Abbie came back onto twitter from Mexico yesterday, I was so excited that I was pouncing up and down the house with excitement, apparently she was only meant to be gone for two weeks but I'm sure it was a lot longer than that. It felt like it anyway, but she came back and we skyped for a while as I was looking into SupaNova*** and we chatted, then I made a blonde move but we really don't need to go into detail.
Then I got off the computer, off twitter and said I was going to bed, okay, so I lie, every night after twitter I read for about an hour or two, mainly fanfiction or a book, or whatever the heck I could grab. It's a nice little good-night me before I head off into the land of dreams, which my dreams normally go on an extension to the fanfiction or story I just read.
I got to school today and saw Samara.
Time that I introduced Samara.
Samara is 14 years old, she goes to Hell High along with me and she's the daughter of a teacher I liked at my Primary school. She's into fandoms and I've recently discovered that she liked the TV show, Hetalia that I had recently started watching, so we talked a heap about Hetalia together.
Anyway, I saw Samara and we talked about SupaNova*** and I told her how I was going to go as Austria (Lemme show ya) because the voice actor was going to be at SupaNova, just like I was going to go as Italy but the voice actor for Italy canceled and the voice actor for Austria took his place, I complained at first but now I'm perfectly fine with it. I can go around talking German, in a Austrian accent and look like a classy mother fucker.
Then we sat in English, which I pulled out my work in attempt to give myself any sort of hope to work, but I didn't work at all so I asked the teacher with about 20 minutes left of session to go on, onto where I was sitting in the Gell Center for about two hours.
But I didn't mind, I was trying to think where I could get a blue trench coat for my Austria cosplay from, I mean, I still haven't got it but I need to find it cheap, considering that I've limited myself to $80 this SupaNova***. I need to save up for Germany so my dad is going to pass on some money. If the money doesn't come in on time, I'm just gunna take the money from my Deutschland Geld. (Germany money.)
I have this tin that I covered with German flag coloured pieces of card a few days back, it kept me entertained for a good while.
We also had the missionaries over, we have a new one and his voice and the way he conducted himself reminded me of the:
I literally don't lie, I swear, he was hella gay but he was fucking fabulous.
But yeah, so now I'm typing up the uneventful day that will probably end up more uneventful unless someone dies, but lets hope that nothing bad happens.
Let me enjoy this storm in peace.
***SupaNova is the con that happens once every year here in Australia.
http://www.supanova.com.au/
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