
twas the night before the first day of senior years.
and i'm excited! brand new books, getting to sit on chairs at assembly and new phase of our lives as students! whaaaa. a serious two years ahead of us. time to get down and dirty and study. i know im making a big deal out of this but you know me. sentimental and emotional and all kinds of expressive. but seriously guys, the work and hsc stress might make you want to pull your intestines out and wrap them around your neck, but all the other aspects of senior years are going to be fantabulous. for example, you! me! and everybody else in our grade! we're just.. so close and.. we.. we.. we love each other. that's right, i said it so you wouldn't have to. see, look at us, already making sacrifices for each other.
that was directed at hurlstonians class of 2012 because i'm making a very accurate assumption that only people of that catergory read this blog. but in the slightest chance that you are from somewhere like macquarie fields or sefton then no, i dont love you, we dont love you because you are the enemy and you dont call us 'hurlstonians', you call us 'hurlstoners' and we will kill you in the hsc.
i'm kidding. or am i?

this is what some of my books are going to look like for my first senior year! exciting, huh? you guys can see it is a big change from last year's design here! book coverings are a huge deal to me. to be honest with you, i already dislike one subject because i have to put up with the few bubble/air pockets at the back of the book. the colours and design of the paper will also dictate how much i enjoy the subject for the few beginning weeks of the year, until the actual course itself decides my true feelings for the subject. i'm a synesthete like that. you gangsters got nothin' on me (h)

anyway, i wrapped a book for music then realised i bought a music book. ngh. it seemed as if 2012 has reached me in my lounge room before a lightbulb cracked and i launched operation: give my book an operation!




it's not absolutely perfect but that's not my fault. i never had the game operation as a kid. my mum would buy me 1000 piece puzzles. that's what us asian kids got, see? i never got fun games. i got puzzles to "enhance my knowledge". oh yeah. about that. im conforming and taking chemistry. because i thought about it and knew i was going to drop ag in year 12 anyway. that was a definite. why not take chem as my 13th/14th units this year, then see how bad it actually is? warning this blog will increase in profanities directed at the studies of chemistry. im taking chemistry and i dont go peak. might as well suicide now. i need a chem tutor. preferably one on one, to be honest. any of you guys interested? because i know if your knowledge of science was in liquid form, it would overflow my cup. actually. no it wouldnt. because my science cup of knowledge has a hole in it and whatever you pour into my cup, it would leak and. well, you get me. enough of my embarrassing analogies. embarrassing or hilarious? they're embarrassing, shut up wendy.

that is the t41 set i got mother wendzilla from t2 on australia day! went into the shop and knew my mum would love it so bought it for her for no reason. cos i'm a good little asian girl. look how awesome the wrapping was. and it was free. free! good little asian girl liked the sound of that. i walked into t2 and the lady offers me some ginger lemon lime black tea thing and i thought that sounded nice so i took a sample and nearly wanted to extract my oesophagus. disgusting. i'll stick to my black milk tea, thanks. poured the remainder of my tea into eric's cup hehe.

went to the aquarium! brought out the annoying-little-kid inside of me. my favourite would be the cuttlefish and the dugongs. dugongs. i love dugongs. they float around and they're just like, "i. am. a dugong." oh yeah, i was walking around and impersonating all the sea creatures in the aquarium and adjusting my pitch and tone to how i think they would sound if they could talk. i think eric wanted to slap me after a while.


then i stuck a glittery australian flag sticker on eric, made him pin a 20cm "proudly australian" badge on his bag and made him pose with the free flag we got from the information stand. whoooooooo.
you know the thing a lot of guys do when you ask them to pose? they full tense their jaw muscles and resist the urge to smile. i'm like, "say cheese" and they're all like "*grunts* i'm a man". next time im gonna give them some laughing cow. who doesn't like laughing cow. and then they better smile for me or i'm going to kick some ass. anyway. moral of the story is i yelled at eric and told him to smile and that's what i got. eric says he doesn't know how to smile for photos. he just shy.
i'm looking forward to seeing everybody tomorrow! i'll end this blog post with a minute of silence in honour of the suffering i've been through and inflicted upon myself in the past 6 weeks of the summer holidays:
- getting a splinter from wooden chopsticks
- bruising my leg by walking into the coffee table
- whacking my arm against the doorknob
- trying to scratch my back and actually scratching it
- sleeping on the side of my face, with my ear folded in half for the whole night and having a numb ear for the rest of the day
- slipping in the shower and falling backwards
- eating a chicken chip that was too hot and not knowing that that had caused some damage to the part of my gums between my two rabbit teeth and brushing my teeth really hard there resulting in bleeding and pain till right now
see you tomorrow :)
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