Marks… Oh god.

Now, nearing the end of my first term at my hat obsessed school, we are getting marks back for the first pieces of assessment we’ve done.

Now, I find depending on the subject the different way you’ll react.

For example:
I haven’t got my Maths exam back but if I get a “C-” (a pass) I will thank the gods and never do anything bad ever again and join a cult that distributes happiness across the world. I will then proceed to Join a Fundamentalist Christian group, become it’s leader and proceed to control the world
…
Point is, it’s not going to fucking happen.
HOWEVER!
On my Drama assignment I got a “A-” and I punched myself in the balls repeatedly for not getting an “A” on it.

Like with my Chem test tomorrow, I will marry my chem teacher if I pass…
BUT! If I don’t get an over a B on my “Modern History” I will commit mass genocide.

POINT IS! I should fucking study for my chem test tomorrow.
D:

Reiteriations of a Dramatic Performance

This week is ‘Anti-Bullying Week’ at school. Me and Tom are part of the only year Eleven drama class, so, naturally, we were asked to perform in our scene with another guy, Luke E.

I had no real clue on what we were doing until the day, but it just seemed to improve our enthusiam for the task. So we sat on the side of the assembly, impatiently looking at each other, not knowing when we were meant to go.

Finally, they called us up. We took our positions.

There’s nothing like performing in front of a large audience. At one point during the play, I got to stand in the center, looking at everyone, and talk.

Afterward, the three of us chatted. It had gone well, none of us were bad at acting and it was a fairly simple performance. We discussed that feeling of adrenaline, the heart-pounding, the mind racing as we stood in front of everyone.

I think there’s something fairly liberating about a live performance. You’re really throwing everything you were and are onto a stage in front of the world, for them to judge and weigh.

Suddenly, you have no attachments, nothing tying you down, nothing but your lines, the audience and the other actors with you.

Best feeling in the world.

So far.

Also,

this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmh_guIlovk

A mediocre story about a mediocre day…

I woke up this morning, first thing that popped into my mind (apart from holy shit I woke up late) was “holy shit we have school photos today”. Which unfortunately means we had to wear our annoyingly tight and humid uniforms. The next thought that popped into my head that stopped me from hanging myself then and there was “holy shit, double bludge (drama) first up”. So I got on my bike and I redundantly rode 2 houses down to my mates place, Luke B and Tim B (Who just happen to be identical twins.)

Luke is ready on time but I notice he isn’t wearing a tie with his school uniform. I look down and unfortunately I don’t have a tie either, then remembered I haven’t had a tie for 4 months now. Luke said Tim was going to be last because he’s a lazy asshole (I thought of that last part). So me and Luke continued our “getting to school tradition” every weekday by riding to a mate named Scott H’s place. Usually it’s Me, Luke, Tim and Jon (The other fagot writing this blog) riding to Scotts place but he was getting his braces off this morning.

So me and Luke arrive at Scotts place. We knock on the door, Scott makes some dry wit comment. He opens the door. We come in. We sit down on his bed whilst he closes his Internet browser full of porn (I’m just assuming). We stay there for another 5 minutes then all of us continue the tradition of going to school by riding to Jared’s place (Who lives literally right across from our school).

The four of us arrive at Jared’s place and he opens the door in his boxers and with the distinct smell of a particular illicit drug on him. We all sit down in front of his TV and “American Pie: Beta House” was on and one of the first things we all saw was horse semen dripping down some poor guys face. 4 minutes later Tim finally walks in the door and sits down and starts watching with us. Then it was: Beer, Swearing and Tits then time for school. Jared was going to come later in the day.

For the second time that morning I rode a redundantly short distance to school, put our bikes in the bike racks and started walking to homeroom. Tim is in my homeroom and Scott and Luke are in one right near the bike racks. So me and Tim walk halfway across the school to get to our homeroom. We get to our homeroom which happens to be in the end of the Library, and as soon as we walk into our room we’re handed some bullshit “Anti-Bullying Week” pamphlet which by the end of homeroom I had received two of them.

Homeroom ended pretty quickly and we we’re off to our first class: Double Bludge (Drama) and I walked to my class. I got there and noticed quickly that hardly anyone was here… I then remembered we had a room change… In the classroom at the back of the library, WHERE I JUST CAME FROM! I walked back angry, got into class, and found we had some old relief teacher. I heard my mate Luke E (Not to be mistaken with Luke B) before he walked into the classroom. He came in and sat opposite and we both immediately started talking about out Friday night which involved: Me, Luke E, Jared and a insane person named Jimmy C and a bag of substances with questionable legality.

I won’t go into detail. As we were discussing the two girls next to us had very opposing opinions about me and Luke’s chat. One girl named Grace was interested in out night whilst the other girl seemed very quiet and had a streak of disappointment radiate from her. In drama Me, Luke and Jon were supposed to be doing some fucked play for the the small kids over at the Junior campus of our school about “Anti-Bullying Week”. As I have mentioned before, Jon wasn’t here so me and Luke couldn’t really do much so we listened to a young woman named Sharni talk about Harry Potter (Who is also dating Jimmy C).

With that horrible lesson done. It was recess, and I was reminded that photos were very soon. So I used Scott’s tie. A chick called Belle K stole a bit of my sandwich without me noticing and very quickly recess was over. Which meant English, which meant English with my mate Sam P, which meant (what I thought) we’re going to go watch “The Last King of Scotland” for our English assignment.

But, alas, our teacher made us write a fucked powerpoint on “What we’re going to be doing” despite the fact we had already been told a fuckload of times already. Right after English I had R.E (Religion… It’s compulsory.) with my hot teacher. Unfortunately for majority of the lesson, I will be getting my school photos. We went down to where they were taking the photos. Down there I see Jon, which his braces off, looking more horrible than ever. (I’m joking)

We finally got up on the podium for our photos. Now, the two guys taking the photos were fucking strange. One reminded me of a Porn Director, just the seedy look and the way he talked. The other guy was worse, he called the tall Asian in our class (named Robert <3) “squinty eyes”. Which Robert replied “Yeah, and you’ll have one eye in a second!”
They took the class photo, I’m sure it was horrible.

Then we had to go to a different class room to get our individual/ID photos. I did a hilarious photo which I’ll post up on here when I get the ID photo. We had just under 10 minutes of class left which most people decided to ditch but seeing I had a class with a hot teacher I went back to class. I walked into the room saying “WHAT’D I MISS?!” and everyone looked at me and gave me stares like their souls had be been sucked out of them. One girl named Petrina (who is dating Robert) was the only person who laughed. I sat down quietly and found out they were hearing a story about the Victorian Bush fires. After class all of my mates were  saying things such as “Brilliant time to walk in, Tom” or “Kill yourself, you hippie slut”

Seeing as this blog is so fucking huge as it is (and will never be again) I’m going to finish up on what happened a few hours ago, after school.

After school I usually ride back to Scotts house. On the street into Scott’s house, we noticed a dog, 5 minutes later it was in Scotts yard. NOT IMPORTANT! I needed to call work because I hadn’t got my times for this week because I got 0 shifts last week. (In the future I promise you’ll hear some funtastic stories about my horrible job) When I called, who would pick up but of all people that could be working… Margreth. I asked her for my times and she went on some fucking crazy rant that I didn’t pay attention to. I still don’t know my times, all I needed to know if I was working today or not. Just before leaving Scotts house it started to rain like a motherlicker. It was pissing. So I decided I’ll wait at Scotts place for it to die down. An hour later it was still raining… Hard. It was getting late so I just decided to ride home. Got home absolutely soaked.

Like the title said: Mediocre day.

(Like I said, my posts will never be this big again.)