Something else
After finally posting that last post just then, I’ve remembered that I have been rather neglecting my blog, and that I have completely forgotten if I had any planned use for my webspace other than a blog. Certainly, it isn’t costing me too much ($2.08 per month + $19.95 biannually) for it, so, I guess it isn’t a complete waste. Definitely more freedom associated with this plan.
Life has been a little busy lately. I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel so disorganised. If feel confused. What shall I do for Yr 11? Should I try Ext English and do only 12 units, or shall I do Music 2 and not Ext English? Questions swirl around my head. Like this one: What book should I read for English lesson next Tuesday? In all this confusion, I haven’t been able to keep up with saying Happy Birthday to people. I’ve absolutely no idea if anyone has had a birthday in the last… 7 or so days. So, if you have, Happy Birthday! If you haven’t, a Very Happy Un-Birthday to you!!
I wanted to mention something here, like how I like being quiet when I move about, near silent as I walk along a hallway, or just stand (or sit) quietly somewhere while the group makes a noise. Reminds me of how annoyed I feel of my brother waking up early on a weekend morning, and ‘quietly’ walking pass my parent’s bedroom, to ‘quietly’ sneak down stairs to play games on the computer (like this: thump thump thump thump ….. door creaking close…. boom boom boom boom…. down the stairs. Alarm is off. Pads across to computer. soft ‘click’ of computer being turned on. Sits down in rolly-wheel chair. Vrumm! as the chair slides across the hard floor.) All the while, I lay in bed (at 6:50 AM I might add. Yeah, not that early, but early for most of you people who love to sleep in till like 11 *rolls eyes at such people*), listening to his noises, knowing exactly where he is (having learnt how to tell where people are to avoid being caught reading in bed) and wondering how in the world my parents don’t notice or don’t care about his loud noise and intentions.
Doesn’t he know that if you want to get downstairs without them caring or noticing (more securely, I mean) that you should walk softly along the hallway, softly down the stairs, softly and slowly roll the chair across the floor. Not those loud noises you call ‘quiet’. Really now. How in the world do you expect to be stealthy with that? At least you manage to ‘borrow’ people’s glue sticks or rulers without them noticing, then snigger at them as you wait to see how long before they notice (from my experience, surprisingly long).
But now, my mum is peering over my shoulder, telling me to go to bed. As I write this, it is 9:34:26 PM (yeah, I know, a lot of you people would go “Pfft. 9:30 PM. That’s NOTHING. I go to sleep at 11!!” Well, unlike you, I probably need my full 7 to 8 hours of sleep, not only to keep me healthy and to not look like I’ve been missing too much sleep, but also to help me feel better in the morning, you know, like not half asleep trying to remember what to take to school). So, I say good night on a blog post that has taken me a whole… 10 minutes to think up, draft and actually write (add 20 minutes reading emails in between, and another 5 reading a Wikipedia article). So, goodnight friends.
P.S. My mum is saying like every two minutes “Hurry up! Finish your blog post or whatever!” Sometimes I feel that she spends too much of her time worrying about me… but then again, she is my mother… which reminds me. I’m quite a ‘sit-on-the-fence” type person, aren’t I? Hopefully at least one of my friends will comment on that in someway…