For a Christmas Auld Langsyne?

Hey, so I was reading all my past (hilarious) MySpace blogs and laughing my head off at some of the things I had come up with: so great.

I don't even know where they came from. I swear I must have been a super weirdo back in the auld days.

Speaking of auld, I just heard (and I know I've heard it before, but I hadn't realised what it was before) a Christmas song on Gloria Estefan's Christmas album called For a Christmas Auld Langsyne. And it was like, a Christmasy version of the song, For Auld Langsyne. Weird, right? Totally weird.

Hey, I think I just realised that I'm still the same as before (if a little less strange), I just haven't... I don't know, let myself write like this in a while. I feel like blogs should maybe be more concentrated, like... I don't know, like people I know who write blogs. They're all decidedly about something. But my blogs aren't about anything. I guess that's why, for a while, they got to be... not like me. They were different, and like, concentrated. About one thing. But I don't really feel like that's my thing.

So I hope you don't mind that I'm sticking to the whole, "Write a blog about whatever strikes you, write it as it comes," kinda thing. 'Cause, you know, I like it. It kind of makes me feel... calm. Better somehow. It's good.
Anyway...
SRL

The Contest

I love Christmas time. I love it. It's my favourite time of year. All the beautiful decorations and the amazing feeling of buying people things you know they'll just love. I can't wait. And the community feeling. I love it.

After all, there's only 18 more sleeps till Christmas.

'Tis the Season

Is anyone else as ready for Christmas as I am!? I'm sitting here (in our Private Study room), listening to Christmas music from the Muppet Christmas Carol soundtrack and wishing it was Christmas already! I'm so ready for it! The year feels like it should be over already! Gosh! *Sigh.* Ok, four more weeks and it'll be Christmas time. Eeeeee! I can't wait!!!!

After all, there's only 42 sleeps till Christmas...

In Gauge Meant

*Big sigh.*
Engagement Parties are hard. I mean, I'm glad my sister's getting married and everything, and I'm so happy for her. But I feel like I've been working non-stop all week. And I know that my mum (and my sister) would say that that's ridiculous, and that I've hardly done any work at all and all that. But seriously. I'm tired. Really, really tired. And I have a non-stop headache. Consistent. Constantly. It's only a little bit frustrating, waking up in the morning, sitting up in bed and discovering, "Oh, right, headache still here." Hand to head, wince, get out of bed anyway, to be confronted with more work.

Ok, the thing is, this happens. When we have parties, this happens. And we have parties. We have a really party-friendly house. It's just the way our house is. So we have parties. And this stuff happens. But I just finished Year 11, right, last Friday. And, granted the year wasn't as long as it normally is, but it was long enough, and busy enough, that I was really relieved to have a week off to relax. But there's been minimal relaxation time. And yes, I know my mum is incapacitated at the moment, due to surgery, but what about my entire life?

See, I'm starting Year 12 next Wednesday. And to be honest, I'm not really looking forward to it. After we were lectured at, about how we should be doing three hours of homework a night, five nights a week in Year 12, and how we should fit in 36 hours of homework over the summer (yeah, sure, 36 hours spread of 6 weeks, no big deal, right? That's more hours than are in an entire day), the summer which I always thought was supposed to be a break from school: sorry, my bad.

When do I get a break?! When do I get to just... I don't know. Chill for two seconds without someone screaming at me to do something?

I can't do it anymore. I'm drained. I'm done. I'm just... dead. I cannot do it anymore.

I Belong to You

Wow. The last five months have been a super journey, and I haven't even been documenting them. How stupid is that! Wow, remind me to document the next year of my life... it's gonna be a big one.
So. I finished Year 11 last Friday. Or, well, I guess I actually finished on Wednesday, when I finished all my exams, but my last day of being in Year 11 was last Friday. And I have to say, it feels good to have that over and done with.
With Year 12 looming on the horizon, which is getting closer and closer (it's actually next Wednesday, as we're starting the year early to get more work done), I feel like maybe it's all just a bit too much. It's not the only thing I'm dealing with right now... in fact, it's not even the most important thing I'm dealing with right now. But I am dealing with it, or I will be in a week.
And what else can I do? Quit school? Not an option. So, I guess I'll just deal.

The thing is, the great thing is, I'm not alone. And God says He won't ever give us more than we can handle, with His help. So...

I'll deal.

P.S. OmigoshmysisterisgettingmarriedandIcannotwaittilltheweddingeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

I don't even EAT PORK!

Mood: Frustrated - Rant
Listening to: D.A.N.C.E by Justice
Reading: Princess Diaries: Ten out of Ten
Watching: Once
Playing/Singing: Concone Opus 9 Study 3
Eating: Nerds
Drinking: Water

Wow. I know. It's been a long time.
I've been quarantined. For the Swine Flu.
Yeah. A friend of mine caught it. And so now I have to stay home for seven days. And it's my birthday tomorrow.
Wow. Worst. Birthday. Ever.
I can't even LEAVE MY HOUSE! I just have to SIT HERE for seven days, while my friends (those who weren't also quarantined) are doing exams and having fun hanging out with PEOPLE! GOSH! I HATE THE SWINE FLU!!!!!! It SUCKS! Seriously.
Anyway.
Rant over.
So it's my Birthday tomorrow (for which, by the way, I can't leave my HOUSE!). I'm turning 17. What do I have to say about being 17?
Well, just that, for some reason, it sounds a LOT older than 16.
And also: I am exactly like Mia Thermopolis. Which is weird. As.

I've got nothing to say...

Mood: pain
Listening to: Steer by Missy Higgins
Reading: Dark Lover by J. R. Ward
Watching: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Playing: Breathe by Taylor Swift
Eating: Veggies and bread
Drinking: Chamomile tea

What is it with headaches and their ability to incapacitate you? I mean, that's not a very nice thing to do, is it?

I had Deb practice after school today. It was... I don't know. I had a headache, so I probably didn't enjoy it as much as I usually do... it was... tedious.

The thing is, I actually don't have anything to say. I just wanted to say... well, something. I felt like blogging... and yet, there's nothing to say...

Where, O Death, is thy sting?

There's never enough time for anything! Why is that? I just find my time disappearing down the drain before I can even register that it's there, before I can even do something with it. I planned to spend all day today doing my English homework and then my History essay and then, if I had time, my Psychology work. But I haven't done any of that. I mean, granted I did sort of work on homework all day, being on our Philosophy wiki, which sort of counts, but I just can't get motivated to do what I'm supposed to do! My work! I'm so behind and the weekend was when I was supposed to catch up. Last weekend, the weekend before that... and I just keep doing other things. I just keep doing everything else except my homework.
*Sigh.* I need to go have a shower.
S

Steer

You've been played at a game

Called remembering your name

And you stuffed it up

But the search ends here

Where the night is totally clear

And your heart is fierce

So now you finally know

That you control where you go

You can steer

Oh

And get out of the box

And step into the clear

Oh

'Cause now you finally know

You can steer

Why does everyone bother about... everything? I mean, I was thinking today, I used to get so up in arms about the littlest, stupidest things. And you know, sometimes I react to them in my mind now, but I don't bother saying anything out loud, I don't bother being serious about it. It's like I've suddenly opened my eyes, and realised that I'm just a baby, and I don't know anything and everything I thought was important is nothing.

Even this, right now. Me sitting here wasting my time writing a blog about all of this feels so pointless to me. And I just don't understand my past self. How did I look at anything and see it as important and worth my time. I feel like my whole life has been wasted on nonsense and uselessness.

"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."

-Solomon

Ecclesiastes :18