The Bus of Hell

Long time no see bloggers!

So, I get the fact that I'm a student, therefore I need to stand up and give way to adults and be respectful and smile, say thank you, say please, politely pick up things that adults have dropped.
Now, I'm not rude, my mama brought me up right, she made sure I didn't push, I didn't butt in, I didn't steal, all that stuff, I hate to sound up myself but I'm not rude, my mum raised me right.

We attended cooking first which I transferred into because I chose accounting and didn't like it so there's that, we cooked cottage pie, we being me and Eva. I loved cooking because I hadn't ever cooked under a time-limit, it had always been 'you finish when you finish', but in this class it's 'cook yo shit, get yo shit outta there or you don't get to eat yo shit', but I found it fun and exciting, I can't wait to cook again.

Then we had German and we did exam prep. We had to write an essay of 100 words which isn't really an essay but still, about Australian teenaged passtime. I'm just going to transfer the passage of 100 words we had to write below here:

"Australien kinder mag Fussball spielen, Sport, Swimmen, Surfen, Shoppen, Freund betreffen und lesen. Fussball ist sehr beliebt und viel Jungs spiele Fussball. Mädchen mag Shoppen und Frend betreffen. Mädchen gehen zu Cafe oder Kleidungsgeschäft mit Freunds. Mädchen mag lesen und fernsehen. Ein beliebt Bücher in Australien ist "The Fault in Our Stars", viel kinder lesen im ihr Freizeit. Ich mag Hockey spiel und Deutsch sprechend. Im mein Freizeit, ich spiel Computerspiele. Ich mag hören Musik. Ich hören "Peter Fox" und tanzen zu die Musik. Ich mag Frend betreffen und schlafen. Ich liebe schlafen sehr, und ich schlafen viel im mein Freizeit."

Now if someone could look that through and tell me what a piece of shit that was, that'd be great.

Then we had lunch and me and Eva were running around before lunch so we had to scuff the food that we were going to eat before we went to social studies where the teacher pulled Eva outside and talked to her while the rest of us watched movies. The teacher showed us old pictures of himself.. which was....eye opening to say the least and I think the teacher fangirled all over the carpet when Eva started to talk to him.

Then we went to maths where I scribbled in my book and my mind actually wanted to tick over the thoughts I had been forcing on it for ages, the Helena situation, now I technically should put it up here so I can figure out my thoughts went I come back to read this when I'm older (because, remember that is my intention for this blog in the first place) but Helena can read it if she clicks the link and I don't want her to get the wrong idea because I rolled a lot of thoughts that ended up with "Maybe I'm in love with the memories" and she'd probably hate me even more. (I refollowed her just fyi)

Lunch then English. We went to English and the teacher assigned us countries, we told me to do Germany, so I thought, cool, then it struck me, it was for propaganda, I had to do a project on a Nazi propaganda with... Eva.. sitting... right... beside.. me.... but either way, I settled upon two images:



A little awkward, but cool.

So, I just got off the bus and I waited for the elderly lady to get off the bus before I literally jumped onto the bus with Eva, and asked '80 cents please.' like I always do on a daily basis, then she glares at me from her sunglasses and tells me to wait for passengers to get off before I got on! I did, the nerve of the woman! So I apologized to the old lady who was quite confused then I apologized to the bus driver then I got my ticket, nodded at her and said thank you before I squashed in where I could, the bus was full so there wasn't much space.

I stood in the pram bay with a pram by my side, Eva and Sharron soon joined me and before we started moving, the bus driver demanded that we move to the back, I was in a little corner so I couldn't and then the woman over in the other pram bay told us to go back to school and use our common sense! Our common sense was since all the space on the bus was taken to take the little nook of space that was free! We stood there for one stop before Eva almost fell on the pram so we had to try and find somewhere else to stand, as we moved, I apologized to the woman, whom the pram belonged to then stood around the only opening there was, the opening near the door, there was five of us crammed into the door opening, I knew as soon as those doors open that the two doors that were standing squashed up against the actual door.

So we swayed with the bus until we had to try and shuffle to let people out, then the bus driver screams at us to take the seats that have been taken so we do and don't say a word, at this point, me and my friends were done with apologizing, we weren't doing anything wrong and we got that we were students, we knew that for a fact that adults had right to the seats and spaces instead of us, but we weren't doing anything wrong so we just stopped apologizing.

Long story short: We knew we weren't doing anything wrong but we apologized anyway.

I get it! We're students! But we're human too!!

Kalbarri

So, I've managed to snag wifi, leave a teenaged girl without wifi and she'll surely find wifi.
It's like a police-dog finding a body. It happens 9/10.

After a screaming, screeching day ride up to Geraldton to visit my Grandma, we slept the night away before heading out to Kalbarri for the day.

We did a few trails which were harsh on the legs and my knee protested against the strain I put on it and I ended up having to get my knee strapped.

Then after we took a really awesome picture in the 'Nature's Window' which is a rock formation that looks like a window and sitting inside the window is really windy. There were some tourist there that I think were Dutch because they had the accents to match but I could be wrong.

Then we went out for lunch and everyone got their food before Eva, don't ask me how that worked out but I suppose the veggie burger took a little more time because veggies and stuff.

Then we went out to lookouts and took some more pictures and stuff, I'm sorry this isn't detailed but my mum is eating next to me and I'm hungry so I'm heading out. Me and Eva are close friends, we often don't leave each other's side unless one is in their room but we normally don't leave each other's sides, I'm going to cry when she leaves because I really like her and she's good company.

Tomorrow we have a BBQ planned and my bitch of a cousin is coming over, I'm really not looking forward to it because she'll try to show off or brag and everyone knows that it's a mutual hatred of each other.

Wish me luck...

Or more my cousin, lets hope her throat won't end up on the ground tomorrow night.
Ciao.

DEUTSCHLAND GEWONNEN

AND WELCOME TO THE FINAL POST ABOUT THE WORLD CUP.

So, after many games, many tears and many hearts broken, we finally return to the rivalry between Germany and Argentina, with Germany defeating Argentina in the 1990s, 1-0  in Rome.

The game started off quickly with the players darting up and down the field.
The house that we were staying at (Me and Eva), the room was full of high hopes, grins, smiles and confidence that the German team would bring home the world cup, everyone painted up into German colours and everyone speaking German as a sign of their support, even the Australians spoke German or at least tried to.

Either way, the atmosphere in the room was ecstatic and party-like, we had music playing as the T.V. was put on silent and the music took us through the match. Party music pumped out through the speakers and fizzy drinks were all over the floor by the end of the match.

Then Argentina got a goal. The whole room screamed, tightened up with hope that a foul would come, and as if God was on our side, the player was off-side! It didn't count and everyone jumped up and screamed, hugged before we all settled down.

As the match went on and the shots on goals went on, there was a lot of 'NEIN!' 'BITTE' 'DANKE' 'HAAAALLOO!' 'DAS IST EIN FOUL. NEIN?!' which for the people who can't read/speak German, google translate, but you can figure it out.

Then, the match broke for half time and we were all still really happy at the German's performance, we ate a little bit of pizza, candy, chocolate and danced a little bit and chanted in German, what we were chanting, I don't know, I probably will not ever know but we were chanting it and the other Aussie was caught up in the moment too.

Then we got on to the other half and we gripped pillows and cheered for fouls, 'ouch'ed on injuries and laughed at things, then the game went into extra time and the other Aussie and I were tired as fuck but we were ready to stay up.

Skip the break of eating pizza and drinking drinks.

Then we went into extra time, I shut my eyes and listened to the match. Next thing I know, I was woken up by screaming and cheering, I woke up just in time to see the goal being hit into the goals and the goal keeper missing the ball, what a beautiful kick it was and what a winning goal it was. Everyone broke into screaming and crying, jumping up and down.

Then we were just hoping for the end of the game, they couldn't score, c'mon Germany, keep the defense up.
And they did, the seconds seemed to pass like hours and we sat, clutching pillows, mentally begging the referee to call time....

When he did we screamed, everyone was pulled it and everyone jumped up and down until we were all tired and sweaty. Germany had won, the room was full of teenaged girls screaming "DEUTCHLAND, DEUTCHLAND, DEUTCHLAND BESSER ALS ALLE ANDEREN" we were so excited and most of us broke into tears of happiness, then we stayed up for the trophy celebration, we struggled to keep the sleep away and eventually, everyone just gave into the blackness of sleep.

Eva, her friends and the other Australians that stayed over have gone into the city but I chose to get picked up so Eva will call us when she gets to the train station and needs to be picked up, everyone was so happy for the Germans, even the Australians were so excited that our 'second-country' had won. (When I say second country, I mean the country we chose instead of Australia, and naturally since we are doing German, it only made sense.)

Well done Germany!
DEUTSCHLAND!!











..Also, well done Argentina  I know spirits will be flying low but good game guys.

DEUTSCHLAND

One upset Australian, add a German.

So today could well be one of the worst days in my life so far. I stood on a pin last night that went right into the heel of my foot and we've got the FIFA world cup finals, because Eva wants to watch it.

But first, lets catch you up on the days before I go on complaining and crying.

We've had rest days, expect for yesterday. We went to Freo.

We caught the train into Perth, we were using student fares and we tried to get out of the city for a bit of sight seeing but apparently we needed student ID and I wasn't carrying any and the bitch at the gate was being all horrible and so we had to buy another ticket, two actually which costed us about $10 and I fucking hate that bitch.

Then we walked into the city and Eva went shopping before we watched this guy called Bruce do his street performance which was just throwing things, cracking whips, all that jazz and terrorizing this poor woman from Poland. Then he said he was going to levitate four men, which was just making them stand in a coffee-table formation.

He made fun of the English and Welsh men and told the English man "We never forget" and that made everyone laugh, even Eva. I gave him a five dollar note and me and Eva ducked off to the bathroom before we went back onto the train. Mum was to meet us in Fremantle when we were  there. We got off the train and I explained the train lines a bit more and how to use her smartrider which we charged while we were at Perth and then we headed for the E Shed Markets which weren't that far of a walk from the train station, then my little sister ran up to me and hugged my leg.

My first reaction was "What the fuck is she doing here" me and Eva were enjoying the silence and the relaxed walk/day and my sister comes up to me and ruins the moment, I snap at her to go back to mum and she wandered off after my mum went by us and raised her eyebrows at me. At this point, my relaxed mood was ripped to shreds.

We wandered around a bit more, Eva brought a little before we saw this beautiful, limited edition, Supernatural photo op then the Jensen Ackles one behind it. I wanted it. So bad, it was limited edition and it was professionally done and there was only 500 of each in the world. This could well be the only one in Australia and when I ask mum if I could have it and pay her back somehow with chores or something, she denies me. This made me want to burst into tears and I full well know that I was acting like a spoilt, white girl brat but I really wanted it, I still do, but I have to try not to show mum my disappointment too much because I hate making her feel horrible over giving me something.

Me and Eva brought bubble tea which we couldn't finish because it was so filling and  we had Aaryan tag along side us as we walked around Fremantle, we visited the beach and Eva collected some shells, I doubt that she'd be able to take them home with her but I suppose she can try. Then we ate Asiany for dinner. Well my family did, I sat down and ate pasta, mama mia, that'sa spicy meatball~.

Then we come to Kings Park. Now I don't know what the fuck happened but shit hit the fan and I somehow got most of the blame for it. I was yelled at and screamed at for my behavior, one by my step-dad in front of Eva, then my mum took me aside and gave me a talking to about hitting my brothers, reacting to my brothers and calling the video games crap.

REWIND:

My step-dad brought some games, Halo and Call of Duty. I told him the guns on COD were horrible and he started screaming at me to get my "OWN FUCKING GAMES BITCH" in front of Eva might I add and I hate him for it, my mood cycles with him, normally if he adapts a fatherly attitude towards me, I go nope and shove him the fuck out.

BACK TO THE STORY... maybe, I don't know, whatever.

Then I was sitting at the WWII memorial at Kings Park and on my phone, sulking against the whispering wall, which is a wall that you whisper against and you can hear the whisper the other side of the wall.. or something like that.

Then we come home, after a horrible car ride and the boys are acting up again and me and Eva are sitting together in the middle of the car and they're fighting in the back. Then we get home, I jump on the computer and I talk on twitter a bit, I was still mopey then Eva wanted to go over to her friend's house for the FIFA world cup tonight, I said yeah, we could so after a lot of running around I sorted it out for her so we're going over to someone's house I don't even know and I'm fucked and everything is fucked about this whole thing but it's for Eva so I have to suck it up and go along.

Then, the highlight of my night, I step on my brother's achievement pin that went right into my heel and I cry for ages, I had to try and suck the tears up and stop crying in front of Eva but it still hurts, that single prick hurts so much and it's making me want to cry.

Then I block Helena because I've been such a bitch towards her and she's not going to forgive me and I somehow lose my patience and I can't think around her and when I'm talking, I can't think it hurts so much and all this shit is just piling.

So I need to get the camping mattresses together and I couldn't do that because there was everything everywhere and I can't do anything, I'm verging on a panic attack and I can't do jack shit, I'm being a spoilt brat and everything seems to be falling apart and I can't seem to even fake happiness with Eva so I can try and be a good host then I got in trouble after I had a shower today, my brother scared me and I screamed "FUCKING HELL" and I got into trouble for being scared, I didn't even have time to think what I said and I got in trouble for it.

I don't know, everyone is in a bad mood and I'm in a bad mood and luck isn't working because I've got bad luck, I keep stepping on sharp things, I keep getting scratches everywhere, hurting myself, I can't even smile I keep bursting into tears when people yell at me or ask me what's wrong I can't think straight and what makes it even worse is I'm listening to music that reminds me of Helena and me fighting and my head has just gone all lightweighted and I can't take any of this shit anymore I need to cry but I can't cry because Eva is here, I can't have Eva thinking I'm a crybaby. If you wanna know that type of music: (x)

I've tried everything that makes me happy but talking to Helena but Helena got off this music camp with this 'Bram' person and I hate them, I don't even know who they are or if they're a boy or girl but I hate them, Helena is upset about him and everyone around me seems fucking upset and I can't take all this depressing shit anymore I just want to crawl back into bed and cry but I can't cry and these stupid songs I can't stop listening to: (x)

And it's making me more upset and I can't even talk to mum because she's so pissed at me and I keep telling myself I'm a spoilt brat, I know I'm acting like a spoilt, rich white girl but I can't stop and it actually hurts me a lot because I hate acting like this and I'm not even half upset that I'm whining to unknown people who probably don't even read it that often, I'm just... I just need one of those miracles that make me happy again, one of those right now would be good. But for now, I'm sniffling and crying. (x)

Willow, signing out.

Have a kitten so you don't fall into my mood too.



Actually have two.



Or three...



Kitten therapy is good.



And this song reminds me so much of me and Helena at the moment.... somehow it makes me feel happier.

Where have I gone?

So, I know I haven't really been blogging these holidays but as you should know, if you have read earlier posts that Eva is here at the moment. She's staying with us for 4 weeks.

There's been a lot of shit happening and I've either run out time or I've been too tired to write up things in the blog, also take into account that I don't want to be rude so I can only really type up things when Eva is on her phone or sleeping or something like that so.

Also take into account that I'm trying my hardest to be a good host because anything wrong I do while she's over here, I will get back in six months time when I'm in Germany. Anyway, that's where I've been, lets catch you up on the past two days.

We rested the day after the BBQ fail. Then we went to Busselton yesterday, we went to the jetty and walked around a lot, then we went different places and just chatted, we had Maccas for dinner because of the trip being so long. It was really tiring but we pulled over at a park and played soccer.

UPDATE ON EVA:

She's awesome, I can't stress that enough. She's a little upset that she's not at Germany for the world cup final because Germany got into the finals.

By the way, my Germany is gunna kick some butt and win the final, bringing home a gold in the soccer because Germany rocks that way.

Although, me and Eva are really good friends, we've become really close, and we talk a lot, she respects me, I respect her. Anyway, we're friends and we're heading out again today... and my stupid brother reminded my mother that we had hockey. I don't want to go because my coach is going to yell at me.



I don't want to be yelled at and I don't want to move today.. I wanna try and hide somewhere today...

Willow, signing out.

Das Deutschlandlied

Eva is here.
So is about 13 German students.
With accents.
With German speaking ability.
With German everything..




This is why I shouldn't be allowed near Germans.
Ever.
I fangirl and cry all over the carpet.

Eva is awesome though. She has a little German accent, she sometimes has a little problem with pronouncing English and sometimes I have to bring up an English word for her if she doesn't know what the translation is. Overall, it's been pretty awesome.


So, the first day Eva came, it was pretty chilled, we did pick her up from the airport at about 6:00pm, her flight touched down at 5:19pm and we were all excited as fuck when we saw the flight details change from "Early"  to "Landed"  and we spent the next hour waiting for her.



Mum recognized her straight off but I didn't see her so I couldn't jump at the sight of her.

But the second day was nothing more than sleeping and resting up.

Today we went around to the wildlife park, it was raining but we saw the farm show, the kangaroos, the koalas and the dingoes, we also saw the birds and the emus. My brother found $5 under a roo.

Eva is awesome and we're already really good friends, she's independent and she doesn't need to be entertained 24/7 which I find really good. She eats when she's hungry, she showers when she needs and she plays with the boys or reads or something like that to entertain herself. I really just like, sitting down and talking with her.

Talking about Germany, sometimes she asks me to talk about Australia and we talk about Australia and sometimes it's a mix-match about Germany and Australia or sometimes even Greece. She's already a really good friend and I can't wait to get to know her even more.

So dance, fucker dance.

Lets see.

First up, drama class.

We did improvs in pairs, to ourselves without having to preform in front of class, that was awesome.

Then we had German, we didn't do much, we just entertained ourselves before I sat with the perfects and watched Supernatural.

Then it was lunch and I spat a fit at Lockie and Ben who were being complete and utter fucking retards.

Then S+E which we just watched a movie in, I was kind of smoldering in my seat.

Maths.
Hope teased me in Maths. The boy who sits next to her teased me as well. I told them to shut up or I could find out how fast I could skin a human alive. Then they laughed at me and I told them that I hadn't killed someone yet but if they wanted to go first, that was fine by me. The teacher asked us who was doing all the talking, they both pointed at me and I threw my pen at them and sat there in silence, glaring down at the teacher.

Then we had lunch, which I was very stand-offish to everyone apart from Katie towards.

Then English.
We went to the reading corner and read, our old teacher came in, said her goodbyes, I said she swallowed a bus. Then someone squealed and Mr Penistan came in and growled at us for not coming to get a teacher.
Then end of school.

I'm done.
I'm scared.
I'm upset and something big is happening.

I talked to Nicholas and he seems pretty cool and excited.
I'm going to see Eva tomorrow and I'm going to see Nicholas on Saturday with Eva at a park.

Wish me luck.

The pink floppy dildo.

So, last night we got a few more emails about Eva and that made me bounce up and down my house with excitement, I talked to Eva a bit which only made me more excited. Last night, any uncertainty about flights, Eva's stay or anything like that was wiped away.

But then HE came.
HE wants to steal my German.



No touchy Eva.

"If your family would like to let Eva stay over our place for a few nights, that'd be more than okay."



But then it struck me after about two hours of a flat out no.

Skip the dreamless sleep, the morning routine to school.
First session, it was free-dress, normally we would have sport but I said nope and I went around to classrooms, collecting money for the free-dress, we have to pay for it since we have to wear school uniforms normally. Lets not get started on how unfair.

So then I went to S+E, I listened to my teacher blab on about subjects for year 11 and the universities that were there for us to attend. Then we watched 'Guess who's coming to dinner?', I drew in my maths book a little Neko anime girl which took up most of the session, I somehow thought it was fifth session and I was looking forward to going home after S+E but then I realized it was only the second session and that put me in the mind set that it was going to be a very, very slow day.

We went to lunch, I stood around with Tylah and Katie, Tylah gasped at the fact that I was wearing pink. I wore my mum's pink throw over because it was the first thing with long-sleeves I could find, if I had the choice, I would've grabbed my mum's blue, baggy jumper.

Then I went to Health.
Well. That was so fun.
The teacher walks in carrying a blue box, we're all nervous, hoping it's not what we thought it was. He gave us the "We're doing something adult like, so we're all going to act like mature aged students like we are." and that was a dead give away.
He grabs out a pink dildo, wacking it onto the wall. It stuck and it flopped up and down for a few seconds which set the class into laughter. I was blushing at the sight of it and I turned my head into Connor's arm to get my eyes off the... pink, floppy dildo that the teacher was pointing at and gripping. The MALE teacher explains what type of condom would be best for certain.. penises and then went on explaining the condom.
He said we were not to use a condom if the packet was even teared open a little bit.
There was a goo-ish type thing on the condom, it was spermicide and that killed the sperm. I didn't know that but when he asked if we knew what spermicide was, we all nodded, we really didn't need the... full details.

Then, he THROWS the dildos out to each group. (Since we sit in our little friend groups, mine would be Connor and Maryanne) He came around handed out a condom to each group, Maryanne shoves the condom to Connor then Connor shoves the condom to me. I take a deep shakey breath in and inspect the condom packaging.

REWIND.

I'm always sexually inappropriate okay? But when it comes to actual sex, protection or anything like that, I get really scared, nervous and flustered. I don't know what it is but even holding the condom packet made me almost faint on the spot.

BACK TO THE STORY.

I look for any tears, there was none so I tried to rip the packaging open. It didn't work then after a bit of fiddling, I managed to get the condom open. I squeaked when I first laid my eyes on the damned thing. I dropped it back on the desk and put my face into my hands and groaned. I probably needed this skill for later in life, so I was going to force myself to do it. I took another shakey breath, pulled the slimey thing out of it's blue packaging, tried to figure which side was right by the trick our teacher told us.

I sighed again, grabbed the little tip of the condom before rolling it onto the dildo. First part done, teacher came around to check it, I did fine, even though I was about white as a ghost at the sight of this... thing on this... floppy thing that reminded me of something out of a fanfiction or something. The teacher gave me the okay and I tried to pull it off, quickly and trying to rip it off. It refused to come off after a few tries so I gave up when the teacher came around to watch me take it off, I squealed, handed it to Maryanne and shrunk back into my seat, trying to hide away.

Then Maryanne passed it up, I knew she would. She's already had sex with her boyfriend and brags about it on a regular basis, then Connor passes up the chance and I shrug it off, he's probably put one on or his dad told him or something. We got to talk for the last ten minutes and as the bell went, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the class room, I was done with that lesson but it will probably become useful in later life if I ever have a male partner and I decide to.. do it with him.

I was a little late to English, but we didn't have a teacher again so I didn't really sweat it. We played in the classroom, mainly the boys threw things into the fans and pushed their friends in wheelie chairs into walls, we laughed and laughed and I filmed a little of the English class, I scored good memories for later life. That's pretty much what I find my photos and videos are now, it's just for me, for later on in life.

Lunch.



Skip.

Then I had Science, we had a test and there was only about 7 people there, it was very small and we all helped each other with the test. By we all helped each other, I mean me and Liam handed out the answers that people needed and we checked everyone's work to make sure they got everything correct.

Me and Liam chatted a little bit after class, (skip the part that he called soccer, football and I wacked him with a book), he gave me a warm smile and he left me with a snarky comment. I rolled my eyes and gave him a soft smile before we went our separate ways. Sharon's mum gave me and Samara a ride to my house, Samara stayed over, we watched a little bit of Hetalia before I had to start cooking dinner and Samara played with Oakley, keeping her out of mum's and my hair while mum tutored and while I cooked. Her mum came to pick her up about 5:00ish which seemed like hell trying to entertain her for 2 hours.

I called Brooke, Nicholas's mum.
(WHICH IS THE GUY THAT'S GOING TO BE STAYING WITH ME AND EVA WHEN WE'RE IN GERMANY)
She said he had soccer training, I blushed, I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Let me explain this to you, most guys who play soccer over here are pretty cute. Mum scolded me thinking in that way, but hey if I'm going to be living with him in Germany for six weeks, I'm going to look at him like that. Also, my contract that said I couldn't date while over in Germany only lasts when I'm IN Germany. The moment we take off, off of German soil, we can date without breaking rules, THAT IS OF COURSE if he's cute and I like him and vise versa.. I also already planned on breaking the rules if I could in Germany if I could snag some sort of cute German boy in Germany. What, noooo. I'm a good student. ;) But back on track to Nicholas, his mum gave me his number, I gave her mine and said we'd organize something over the holidays for Eva, me and Nicholas to meet up.

On this note, I'm actually really excited, we could form a trio and become really good friends, we can go see each other on weekends or after school and become good friends.  "The Germanic Trio" I can see it now. I dibs being Prussia, Eva can be Germany and Nicholas can be Austria. Or.. more like our personalities would be Nicholas being Prussia, Eva being Germany and me being Austria.. but I'm a bit jumpy for Austria... well, time will tell how Eva and Nicholas are, I already have a good idea what Eva's like from previous conversations. (Due to schooling, Eva can't go over to Nicholas's house for the week because she's already marked at my school so we can't switch that even if I allowed it.)



Then I rolled onto twitter, and ate dinner while I watched a few of Minx's videos and patted Missy whom of which decided to sit herself on my lap. Now, I'm tired and I'm probably going to head off to bed soon, I'll probably watch a bit more of Minx before waiting for Nicholas to call me again, introduce himself then me introduce myself, etc etc.

Then probably head to bed.



Willow, signing out.


(P.S. For all my readers who haven't come up and talked to me yet, honestly, come up to me, especially that Ukrainian reader and those Russian readers, I'm actually really curious about you guys! ^_^ And all the Americans.. like.. who are you.. o.O I might add you guys into my blog! ^_^ Hehe~.)

Friday, the Germans and my friend's birthday.

"Willow, get up! Get up!"

Repeat this process and you have the slow process of me prying my eyes open and sliding myself out of my bed. It seemed too warm to leave, I didn't want to leave it, I wanted to roll back over, face the wall and let myself slip back into the dreamless sleep I was having. I haven't had dreams for a while now and I don't really mind, every now and then I would have a dream and it'd pleasantly surprise me. I was normally in a better working mood when that happens anyway.

But this morning was the time that I would have to stretch and get out of bed, grumpy with the blank night I had. Mum wasn't going to let me turn over and go back to sleep anyway.

So skip by the morning routine and get to school. No, not first session, when I first arrive at school. Normally I don't put this bit in because I'm normally talking to Samara, different things but I always talk to Samara and her friends, Jayden, Shannon and Anna. Even though we are a mix-match of people, we all love each other and even though they're younger than I am, I don't treat them any less than I would with my older friends, nor did they treat me any different. We loved each other.

But today I couldn't talk with them, I had Science work to do, my teacher, Mr Redclift told me to bring in my Science write up.

REWIND 

Okay, hey peeps.

So the thing with this Science write up was we had to copy 99% of it, make up our own aims, hypothesis and results after the experiment. I didn't have the stuff to copy and I was tempted to write my own method but the teacher would notice and I would be marked down. (What a way to have creativity, right?) I mean, I

m in a really dumb class and I really am not dumb, I aced Science and I keep begging my teacher to move me up because I'm really not learning anything in there anyway, we're just going over things I already know. But back to the point, I could write out my own method, it'd be just as good as the teacher's copy. He knows it too. Most of the time I'm just sitting in my seat, fiddling with my legs, crossing them, uncrossing them then crossing them again, or trying to find how my legs would sit comfortably with me not being so self conscious about my thighs. My thighs are really the main factor on how I sit. Wow this has been a long rewind. We should get-

BACK TO THE STORY.

So I finished it, I had to run to the front office to get printer credit because I had wasted all mine on other assignments, I like to print my assignments off since my mind races and doesn't focus on getting the writing neat, as long as it's down I can type it up and get marks for presentation. So I finished my Science report with about five minutes to spare so I printed it off, stuffed the paper into my maths book. (Which wasn't really a maths book, it was more a scrap of cardboard covering pieces of paper that I scribbled different types of notes into)

Then I went to English, I was about five minutes late but I didn't really care, English was pretty cool with coming in late, you could usually get away with about ten minute lateness if you come in with work printed off or with a good excuse. (Remember when I said we're awesome at making up excuses? Yep, this is where is comes in to play.) 

But the teacher wasn't here. Awesome, the more and more the teacher wasn't here, the more and more time I would have on the assignment that we were meant to hand in last Thursday, (In my defense, she wasn't there on Thursday and I refuse to hand my work in to relief teachers because it always seems to get 'lost'.) I pushed through the crowd of our class room to get the flow started, I sat at my desk and glued the picture of me onto the Japanese exchange student form I had had to fill out for Saki, Maryanne, Haylee and Lilith soon piled in after, then the rest of the class joined. The session was mostly just talking, the whole class threatened to throw Kirsten and Kareena out of the window if they went and got the teacher so they sat there, looking horrified by us all. So it wasn't really mature, but hey we got out of a whole session of work so I don't think any of us really cared.

Then we went to Maths, I was late to Maths because I side-tracked to the bathroom, I'll save you the details. I walked in to see the teacher sitting at his desk with his iPad.

The teacher wanted me to focus on my maths work or at least the gibber that he was talking about on the board. The girl next to me, Hope (me and Hope never really liked each other, we really just kind of... put up with each other) was blabbing to the guy next to her. God knows what about.

But I looked at my open homework diary that kept my life at ease, made sure I could get out of class and made sure I knew the date and what time classes ended. The diary holds a date that I had been counting down for easily two months now. It didn't matter that my 16th, said to be one of the biggest birthdays a girl could have, was only a month away. Eva. She's coming on the 4th of July, Americans would be excited for the 4th of July, (Independence day, all that jazz), my friend, Katie's birthday was on the 4th too. I didn't care, my maths teacher was going to catch me. My mind isn't on maths, it's on Friday, the Germans and my friend's birthday.

The teacher has a habit of walking out of the room when someone comes to see him. He went out and I got distracted from the piece of writing I was writing for a split second and he's back in the room. My maths teacher is scary when he's angry. He comes down the aisle and yells, he had this weird angry  face that makes my blood run cold. He's a short, chubby smile-on-his-face little man and he has bushy eyebrows. I find him the equivalent of a scary, big bear the Americans talk about or class as 'Grizzlies'. He's a little naive but when he catches up, he's scary and he looks like he would skin you alive, but hey, that's math teachers for you, right?

He demands the utter most respect, when the bell goes we mustn't budge a muscle, we can't pick up our bags or pack away, he demands us to be deadly silent or we stay in. He keeps us in until he's happy with what we gave him, then he lectures us THEN he finally lets us go, first, the first two rows, then the next two rows, until he gets to our rows and lectures us a little more before finally dismissing us. This whole process lasts about five to six minutes. Mr Crooks can be fun sometimes... Sometimes on Fridays, he shows us little maths videos that make us groan, but it's better than working from those stupid maths books he has. There's this guy Jed, that always stalls him, he's my hero. Reminds me a bit of America to be honest. 

We went to S+E and Mrs Baron, the head of department came in to talk to us about subject selections, we've got to choose our subjects and I'm unsure about them, but she had been a big help when I talked to her at the appointment to help my mind become a little more at ease with the subject selections. She chatted for almost the whole lesson, I didn't mind. I took down a lot of notes that would surely come in help.

She explained ATAR pathways then the TAFE pathways and I'm looking at going through an ATAR pathway, but the way I'm going I'm probably going to have to work my ass off to get my ass up to ATAR level, I can do it, I'm just missing marks. I know I want to do human bio and German, then I also want to do drama but that's a general pathway. (We'll get into the drama... drama later.)

Then we had to read through a little bit before change of sessions. We headed to Science, which I was late to because I made a side-path to the bathrooms. The ones nearest to my Science room were locked. (Nightmare!) So when Mr Redclift asked me where I had been, I said I had been chatting to my S+E teacher and didn't hear the bell. Since I'm his kawaii-est student he's normally pretty easy going with me. I do my work, I understand it, I ask questions where they pop up, I answer questions when the class can't. I hate to say it but okay, I suppose I'm his smartest student, well a fight between top two between me and Liam. Lets not get into the me and Liam battle for first place. There's this guy, Alex that tries to act like he knows it but while me and Liam aced Science, he got a D. I feel bad for the kid, he really does try... the smart act that he puts up... well it's just an act.

I stood with Samara and friend for lunch before we stepped into the drama where this girl was singing. Oh god, her voice was beautiful, she was singing Count on Me by Bruno Mars which is one of my utter most favourite songs. It reminds me of Helena and Emma, it makes me slightly sad when I listen to it but it fills my head with dizzy spells, makes my heart flutter and brings a smile to my face. Her voice was beautiful, it was like someone was painting a masterpiece and it was flowing out of her mouth, that was the only way I could explain it, she was playing along on the guitar too and she had a dude friend next to her too, strumming on HIS guitar. After she had finished, we all clapped politely and went off into our classes, my heart was a little heavy but I pushed that down, standing against the wall.

Lets go into this in a bit more detail. I'm known as the 'tom-boy loner' in my drama class, I'm slowly shaking the loner title by hanging out with Liam's group, which is good because I can squeeze in easily to the 'good-drama kids' I don't know if I blogged about the drama groups properly but I know for a fact that I wrote my thoughts about it down somewhere. But, my normal position in the class room involved, one shoulder against the black wall, my feet crossed and my arms crossed across my chest or my hands in my pockets, which looks something like this.

Let me explain this position to you. In Primary school, I didn't stand up for myself, I got teased and bullied a lot, I got called names, my name was made fun of and I was crying most of the time. Whenever I put myself in this position, nobody seemed to bug me, they seemed to leave me alone, especially if I put on an icy cold glare. Old habits die hard I suppose. 

Our drama teacher used his 'I'm talking about something serious so shut the fuck up!' (his words) voice and told us that drama was a general course, which I understood (I want to do an ATAR pathway, keep that in mind.) We already knew that, but what we didn't know was due to new requirements we need to do a VET Cert. II to fall back on if we flunk ATAR, so as long as we're going through a general pathway, we could do drama, we couldn't if we were doing an ATAR pathway, which was most of the class so chances are if he can't get the qualifications to bump drama up to a VET Cert. II subjects, he's losing 99% of his students. Most of us want to become actors anyway, so that wouldn't turn out good for us if we moved. This took a twist in my plans.

Fucking great. But we did a little thing where we had words and people had to decide what the definition was out of the choices that we gave. It wasn't much fun but we did the best we could. I was paired up with Phoebe, Raychel, Shanae, Kirsten and myself. Sigh, the session passed slowly and I sat outside on the corner, waiting for my mum to pick me up. Kobe, a fellow hockey player was sitting there too, along with a year 8, so we played flappy bird, we laughed when the other got frustrated until mum got me and we drove to the school farm where we dropped off my brother for some leadership camp that made me roll my eyes. My brothers always seem to out do me with everything they do, that's why I simply refuse to let them take drama or German. If I was a cat, this is the point where I would pin my ears to the back of my head and snarl at them to leave it be.

So, that's my day, sorry it was long but I felt like writing, two hours straight of writing and I think I'm not done yet, I'll probably try and write something more, I get into these writing moods and I just love the sound of the keyboard clicking and clashing under my finger tips, it's sort of like music and I find it rhythmic. I really like it, if anyone can explain why I love it so, it'd be greatly appreciated.

Willow, signing out.