Second Post

So the formal was on the weekend.


My feet hurt. even though my heels totally weren't that high. I'm just used to volleys or havaianas.


AP:


If its possible to dance too much (it isn't, but if it were) then I did. DANG im sore. I swear I danced for 3 hours straight, then rested for maybe half an hour, then danced for another hour.
It was crap, because everybody went to sleep, and I probs would have kept going.

I got my english SAC back. suprisingly good. I got 6 out of 6 for "understanding the novel" and I didn't even manage to finish reading it. Fair effort I rekon.
But this doesn't mean I like the secret river now. Theres still a fair amount of hate there.

IM SO EXCITED FOR END OF SCHOOL!

then I will never have to:

-Read a shitty book that I hate

-Do dumbass maths (when will I EVER need to use the cosine rule?)

-Listen to my drama teacher bag out all the hard work

-Write essays

-Revise Psychology

-Get up in the morning and put on that cardboard dress. or that grey shirt.

-Say awquard hello's to prefects that I don't really know when walking through the gate

IM PUMPED

(and if anyone tells me the horrors of uni before i get there i will cry)

Aiight. bye.