okay, thanks for sharing

In the holidays, I sleep an average of eight hours every night.

During school, I sleep an average of 5-6 hours.

Am I the only one who doesn't get the full recommended 8?

obligatory sheep post on half yearlies

Having gotten my half-yearlies back, I think it has finally sunk into me just how much work I need to actually put in, if I want to even break into the post 415 aggregate range. I guess I honestly haven't been taking this whole HSC thing seriously. That is, seriously enough to push myself to complete set homework and rarely enough, write some notes.
Everyone has standards, but I guess the most amusing thing is that I have such high standards, that if I told you, you would most definitely laugh at me. I don't know if it is due to my subtle elitism, or the fact that I constantly compare myself to where I could be ( sydney boys/tech ) but I realise that my 'standards' are so stupidly high that I don't think I will ever be able to reach them.
And it freaks me out now.

The first set of marks was extension 2 maths, in our offline class. To be honest, I have varying expectations to how good/bad I went in the test. I knew I lost at least 10.. but the actual mark somewhat surprised me, even though it shouldn't have.
I sat in my seat sweaty, realisation that this is the all important give it all or nothing year, anxiously waiting for a positive start to the day. Indeed, when Rawson gave out the marks - question by question - I had this bubble of hope inside me that I might have actually done well in a maths test (sidenote. No matter who leads you to believe, I've been flunking maths ever since I came into this school..or ever since year 8 actually). I don't know about you...but having all my high school life to used to being shown percentages of 60% - 70% isn't exactly the greatest thing in the world ( I guess I just got used to it..), and adding it up to total 60/75...I felt somewhat satiated. It was almost underwhelming in a sense, as I didn't know what I should have been expecting. What was encouraging is that I lost marks for "missing steps in working out" HURR, and that, even though it felt like it at the time, marks weren't lost because I lacked the ability to do questions, but rather they were attributed to many many silly mistakes.

I'm not even proud to say extension 2 was my highest mark, but it was. The ball dropped for me 2 periods in a row. First, economics, my forte, my 'free 2 units'...turned out so very very wrong. I was literally on the verge of tears when I grabbed my paper. 52/70.
The day didnt end there with english to push me to the edge. Everything was already in the back of my mind anyway, and I knew that I would receive not so pleasant marks for my speech ( 13/20 ) but what always pisses me off is that I always get positive comments.. which doesn't exactly HELP AT ALL. To be honest, I was feeling good about english, in that the speech could be balanced out by the written section. 5/10 for the extended response. HURR. I totalled 21.25/30 or 35/50. ( 17/20 for short story ).
Once you pop, you can't stop. Physics.. don't even want to say anything. A bashing by both Brian and Kaushalya ( then followed by a more-than triumphant Stephen ) didn't exactly send a positive signal to my brain. " What the hell man, whats wrong with you. You work so hard! What happened? Why do you keep doing this. Mr Zhang is going to kill you. " etc etc. Shhh Brian... I know =( 31.5/50
Extension one..hahah heres a funny thing. We have like a trio thing going on between Lawrence Vincent and I. Vincent doesnt do extension 2 maths, and yet has beaten both me and lawrence in EVERY single maths test. hmmm.... 42/60.

lol...going to get band 6 for anything now. wtf.

my 420 day rap

weeds are weeds and weeds are a smoke ing weeds all the time every time i m alwyas a smokes wedds in my basket in my garden, weed s

... passing the mic to Jobbert

dsgfdgfdsg

this is what i did instead of do my ext 1 work. its due tomorrow

FUCK YOU

I unplugged my external hard drive this morning. When I plugged it back in, it changed from M:/ (or whatever it was) to J:/. Now I need to re-add all 32gb of music.

ADSKJFHDSAJKFHDSJKFHDSAFJKLDSAHFJKDSAFHDSAJFHDSKFJDSAHFJKDSAHFSJKDFHDSJKFHDSJKFHDSFJKHDSFJKDSF

dyu wanna just throw it to the neighbours?

So last night, I found this relatively large spider (compared to the ones I normally see around the house) and so me and Genny combined forces and captured the shit out of it.

Fun fact, on my first go at catching it, it actually jumped off the wall, and at first I thought I had it inside the container, but upon closer inspection, I realised it had actually jumped off the wall ONTO the container. Shit was scary.

My bed after we chucked lots of shit around my room looking for a cardboard surface to catch it with.

gangbangers and mash

Veganbangers and mash and tomato sauce.

So normally today, I'd be attending the Bring It On! festival at Fairfield Showgrounds, which I've been attending for the past two years, but since Stephen and I are dedicated students, we decided to sit this one out and do some dumb fucking solid work.

So I woke up today at eleven with the intention of literally writing up a post (Fact number fifty-six for my hundred) on paper, scanning it, posting it, then getting to work at midday, only to discover that Stephen had actually JUST done that on his Tumblr, for a far more personal post than my music-themed one. Deciding to go through with it anyway, I tore out a piece of paper from one of my Ext 2 journals and began writing, except this somehow took about an hour without me finishing.

At ten past midday, getting really frustrated that I was behind schedule, I was about to start work when I realised that I hadn't eaten yet, so I decided that I would allow myself time to properly wake up and make breakfast, and begin work at 1. After getting out a pack of sausages from the fridge with the intention of making myself an eating hotdog, I cooked them, and then found out that I had no bread. Noticing a few potatoes on the counter beside me (that's where we keep our potatoes), I was struck with the idea of making bangers and mash. I finally started Ext English work at about 1 30, and I'm wondering why I resorted to sissy-blogging today.

TL;DR: I made myself bangers and mash. I've said 'bangers and mash' four times in this post.