(First time I'm using this icon, chaps! And probably the only/last time too.)

So, last night ... I dreamt that I was drawing. It was quite like the whole Body of Work business again in Visual Arts. Except this time, I was concentrating.

I was on the carpeted floor, my several works spread out and lined against walls around me. I was confronted, I suppose, because I pulled out my works from my folder/carry case ... and to my own suprise, I had produced paintings and drawings that I had never, in real life, created.

They were all ... sad. Portraits of girls and women in agony, crying. I was impressed with my ability to capture such detail, but even I was wondering, "why are they all sad?"

Possibly the answer to this is because I had had a rough time falling asleep just prior to this; things had been on my mind. And I suppose, this translated into my dreams.

I feel inspired to make these phantom portraits a reality now. Though, where on Earth will I get subjects who will openly shed tears and bite on their quivering lips?

There is always myself, I guess.

I have much too many things that I want to post about. And sadly, all that is holding me back is this damned Internet bill!

Two more days before I hit unlimited and run wild.

So, I finished my HSC last week. The exam was Visual Arts, and I was seated behind psycho-crazy-hands Sunah, who turned out three booklets for the one essay (at least eighteen pages). If you're thinking it was a one-off thing, then guess what happened in the Extension 1 English exam. Seven booklets for the essay (at least 54 pages). Yeah, that's right, I can all hear you gasping, and drawling "what ..."

I celebrated the end of the HSC after the Physics exam, taking Visual Arts rather lightly. It's been quite blissful, really, to go out and use my free transport pass just to save a few bucks a day, despite heading nowhere near school. Mhmm, such is (the good) life. Also, sleeping late, and waking up whenever; that's been pretty sweet. And needless to say the absence of homework. Even though I barely did any this year, my conscience can now stop having a seizure every time a teacher says "take out your books so I can check your homework".

Any downsides? Well, like Jason has pointed out, no longer going to school means no longer having to inscribe the date into your books. Because of this, both he and I have found ourselves asking "what's the date?" Sure, we'd be aware that it was a Monday, for example, but which Monday of the month was it? Oh, and I also miss the aspect behind wearing uniform. I've grown tired of having to plan what to wear to each and every exam, when I've been so used to the convenience of uniform. Ha, I should've rocked up in my old high school's uniform instead. Except the darn thing has gone MIA. What else do I miss? Hm. Not much? Maybe the laughs I'd be guaranteed every day because of the exquisite sense of humour most classmates possess. Oh, I'm really missing being able to talk with table groups. The things we'd converse about; completely off course from the work at hand. Good times, good times.

So now, all there is left to do is to wait. Wait for the results to come out, wait for Uni offers, just wait in general? I describe this period as limbo; no longer a regular student, and not yet a Uni-goer. It's an awesome time, for those with things to do. Like me!

I have to start watching Gossip Girl. It's bloody everywhere, and I want to know what all the fuss is about (apart from Chuck Bass, I've seen enough of Gossip Girl ads to know that much). Also, I've to read. I'm the only person I know who's reading when school's out and we're no longer required to read! The fact is, I miss reading. I really want to be moved to tears by some romantic comedy. Or something. Anything to invigorate me! Oh, note-to-self, read New Moon again in preparation of the movie. I know, Twilght the Movie sucked, but it's the principle behind being a fan! ... no, my Twilight/Edward obsession has simmered down dramatically, but I won't deny that it's a pretty decent book for those who like sappy love stories (like myself).

Speaking of reading ...

I miss English! I miss being able to exercise my English skills on a day-to-day basis! I'm committing English felonies by accidentally typing in 'you're' when I mean to type in 'your' (yes, I do slap myself for it). And I've been serving out spoonerism after spoonerism! (That is, saying "can you remote me the pass?") And this is why I need to read.

My net is due to be capped any day now. But not in the oh-it's-just-going-to-slow-down sense. I'm going to get charged 15c/MB over my limit, so really, it's like having no net at all when I'm in arms' reach of the finish line. Not to fear! I've upgraded to unlimited, and the change will become effective upon the next billing period: December 1st. Oh, how I wait for you, my sweet.

This is a long post, basically about ... nothing. Because I've had nothing to do since Jason has been horrendously capped, and I (ultimately) the same. All I have to turn to are my books, which I will turn to!

Also, there is the small matter of Formal gear. It's in a week. And I'm yet to settle on anything. Must go shopping so as to make a grand, grand appearance, and knock everyone's knickers off! (Because only the guys will be wearing socks, and the only guy I aim to impress is Jason ... and the person running the polls, ho-ho).

SHUCKS. I will post up my long-overdue list of quotes!

I look forward to finally signing out of this domain, and into Blogspot, where I truly am at home. I will leave just as 2009 dies, prepared with dialogue for 2009 personified. Anyone remember my letter to 2008? Yeah, it'll be like that.

Off to be bored. Laters, homies.

Last year, watching the Class of 2008 tearfully bid farewell to the each other and the school ... was quite emotional. As the one of the school captains started to shed a tear or two, I found myself doing the same, thinking, "no, 2008! Stay another year!" Because of such a reaction to a graduation that was not my own, I figured that once it did roll around, I would be a blubbering mess.

But quite the opposite happened.

Sure, there were a few moments where I felt tears brimming in my eyes, not not to the extent where I cried. I'll admit that when the year 8 representatives said "like how you score three-pointers on the court, you'll score full marks in the HSC", I gushed. And, at one point, I did say "omg, I'm going to start crying any second now", and was met with "no, don't! You'll get me started too!" from a few nearby girls.

The reason why it wasn't an emotional farewell was because a lot had changed in the one year period between the graduation of Class of 2008 and Class of 2009. And most of these things were regrettable changes; bad. I feel relieved to be leaving school, mostly, because I will no longer have to face so many complications on a day-to-day basis.

What I will miss though, is the group of people who I've grown rather fond of this year. If I've sat next to, or sat on a table group with you, I reckon you're pretty darn awesome. Kudos to you, my friends, who've put up with my sarcasm, rants, and complaints.

All that's left to do now is to sign-out for good. Maybe I'll see a majority of people at the 50th anniversary assembly/open day/dinner. But otherwise, this'll be the last time I see the Class of 2009 that I've been with for the past, what, seven years? Yeah.

It's been one hell of a run, guys.
Class of 2009, until next time, sayonara.

Boys and girls, I'm here to confess that I really like books. No, like, really-really.

Yesterday, the lovely boyfriend and I trekked out shopping, and after going up and down several levels, in and out of several outlets, we concluded the trip by heading (back) to Borders.
Borders, in my opinion, is one of the best bookstores you can get out there. Like, seriously. Huge range (compared to rivals Dymocks and Angus & Robertsons). And it's so homey! Especially the one at Parramatta. There's a small lounge area for magazine fanatics, and you're bound to see the womens' section quite packed, haha.
So, back to yesterday: Dropping Jason off in the manly, manly, manly gamer's section of the magazine corner, I went a wandering throughout the shelves. Omg, the smell of new books, their crisp and untouched surfaces ... makes me giddy inside! I really would love to get my hands on all the classics, as published by Penguin books. Did you know they've printed books with blank covers so that you, the reader, can decorate it to your own liking? Lovely, isn't it? Despite having artistic tendencies, I'd rather buy printed covers (I'm too scared to wreck 'em with a slip of my pen).
I can't wait to buy myself a shelf of books. Then broaden it to a bookcase. Then hopefully a wall, then a room! Haha, the latter is unlikely because I doubt I'll fall in love with so many books; too picky.

So if you're totally lost on what to buy me for a present, buy me a book. <3 (Fiction, please. And I'm a sucker for romance novels. *Remembers Twilight craze* Haha.)

I like to think that I have a natural knack when it comes to babies. Then again, maybe I just pay attention to what works and what doesn't. Just so you know, I'm talking about taking care of babies, not making them.

PS. I'm really getting annoyed with this layout, but I can't find anything decent to replace it with. Boo.

EDIT: Changed the layout for now. There's not much variety when it comes to boomboompow layouts.

So just as the HSC was on its first leg, I ran into my Physics teacher (Zhang).

Zhang: So what do you have next week?
Me: I have ... Maths ... and Physics.
Zhang: Oh, Maths and Physics. Yeah, that's okay.
Me: Yep. Oh, wait! Physics isn't next week, it's on November 4th!
Zhang: *Gasps dramatically* That's my birthday! Oh, wow! I bet you they did that on purpose, haha! Well, I'll pray that everyone does well.

Sweet? Kinda? Maybe?

I was walking with Christina, Hanh and Jenii when we passed a class she was teaching after the Physics exam today.

Me: Hi, Miss! I told them your birthday was today!
Zhang: *Inaudible behind the window*
Me: What class is this? Phsyics? *Looks at open textbook and sees diagrams of the female gentalia* ... oh.

Yeah.

So, I finished Physics today! It's glorious; what a feeling! I was giggling to myself in the exam because I was making up stuff. Never have I ever needed to make up stuff to such an extent before. I can just imagine the examiners reading 1337 responses from Ruse kids, then reading mine. At least I'll bring some fun into their lives? Ha.

Cheerio. I'm off to bask in a week's holiday before truly completing the HSC.

Emo title, much?

So, reader(s), miss me? I was under the false assumption that I'd have a regular Internet connection in my last post, so hence the quick sign-off. But I'm back in the game now (just casually).

Tbh, I don't even remember much from the exhibition. But I do remember being very happy to see people queue up to see our artworks. And to see people linger around mine briefly, exchanging an oh-that's-nice with a buddy or two.
Completing the BoW was quite a challenge. If I hadn't procrastinated as horrendously as I did, I would've presented a wonderfully executed collection of drawings. But, alas, this was not the case. I'm quite keen on doing more drawings though, as intricate as my last piece (where I spent two hours on a tiny patch, just trying to get the shades and tones right). Fingers crossed if I can manage to start making money from it, haha.

So much has happened in my long, long absence. I'll post up a quick summary towards the end of the year, reflecting on what's come and gone; whatnot.

Oh, that brings me to my next point: I'm moving domains.
Livejournal is a mix of a blog and a community, and I'm really only in need of a blog. That being said, I'll be migrating back to Blogger (blogspot) at the end of the year. First, I need to think of a name. I've grown tired of 'zurieau'. Especially the Z; what was I thinking? I'm hobbling along the lines of an anti-cliche, or something a little off-mainstream.
Look forward (hopefully) to a more personal blog, complete with photos and stuff. It's been nice to neglect uploading them here, but I do miss the fond nostalgia they bring up. Yep.
Oh, and it's going to include my artistic pursuits, as well as everyday stuff; I don't think I could manage two separate sites purely for recreational purposes. Professionally, however ...

Until next time, ciao.
 

If you don't know GMH, then you're really missing out. Stop wasting time on FML and join the GMH bandwagon! www.givesmehope.com

So today, I experienced my own little GMH moment. Whilst trying to open my locker, I somehow managed to jam my keys. They stuck hard and fast, and just would not budge. I looked hopelessly around for help from a senior, but to no avail. After sprinting to the Visual Arts staffroom to explain my situation in one quick breath, I raced back to my locker. Two juniors were giggling and pointing at the very-obvious dangling keys. Agitated, I resumed yanking, shifting and wiggling. A different junior on my right kept glancing at my phail moment, and asked if I needed help. Stunned by the spontaneity of the situation, I replied, "oh, yeah, my key's stuck". Calling her friend over, they proceeded to rock the whole locker cabinet and bang on the door. I swear, the best sound I heard that day was the sound of the key coming unstuck. Oh happy, happy day! I said a quick OMG-thank-you-so-much then sped off to the staffroom to hand in my diary before the deadline.
I seriously wasn't expecting help from anyone, let alone a junior! It GMH to know kids these days aren't all a bunch of selfless snobs. 8) (I regret not thanking them graciously enough!)

Over-and-out till I catch up on some Zs.
Next post shall cover today's BoW exhibition; thank you to everyone who attended! It was really uplifting to see a line of people queuing up to see our work. Oh, and the compliments I received on my BoW... I feel all good on the inside now, ahah. 8)

HAI INTRANETZ.

What? Nooo, of course I don't have a Body of Work due in on Monday!
And it certainly isn't worth 50% of my course mark!
Otherwise, why else would I be on Livejournal?!

...

Oh. Hello, Reality. Long time, no-see, right?
Wh- Ye- Okay, I'm sorry for mentally blocking you out.
Here, have a chunk of my first post in months as a peace offering?
Better? Lovely~

DEAR READER:
I will be back asap, where possible, to update.
Yes, I have quotes!
LOVE, Z-Z-ZURIEAU.

Back in 2004, there was an Australian boy band called Mercury 5 (or Mercury 4?) who released a song called "5 years from now". Whilst listening to that, I thought backwards five years. Back to better times, to spare you the details. Then I thought forward to 2009. Well, not really. I was just thinking, "Gee, if I think back five years from 2009, then I'd remember myself thinking back ten years!". Creative, no?
But looking back on diary entries, photos and other foggy memorabilia, I realised that I wouldn't have imagined myself to be where I am today. Not a chance in the world. If I knew what I know today back in 2004, then you'd probably see me attempting to claw out multiple individuals' eyes. I've been told that I have a bad judgement of character. Too right! *Bitter face*
So anyway. In five years time from now, expect me to be a bubbly 22-year-old. I'll be damned if I let anyone put a dampener on the best years of my life ('cause everyone knows that once you hit your thirties, you might as well be looking into retirement villages). Yeah, if I'm thirty and without a family of my own, you'll find me on the Harbour Bridge trying to suicide, possibly screaming "NOBODY LOVES ME!". Possibly.

Hm.

Five years from now, what will you be doing, reader(s)? Go on, spam me with comments. Enlighten me~

I once read a PostSecret postcard where a person confessed that they would give up anything/everything to be able to paint. I'd like to reply with a "it's not all it's cracked up to be, son". From a young age, I've resented painting. It's such an uncontrollable media. In more recent years, I've come to accept it as 'okay'. But the process is so agonisingly slow for me, a realistic watercolourist. You have to stretch out the paper beforehand so it won't crumple when you add too much water ... you have to use a non-wax light-coloured pencil to then lay down an outline, careful not to treat it like a drawing; only a decent sketch. Then you have to lay down the bases with precision, knowing where which colour should lie and how to control the blasted volatile nature of watercolours. You're not supposed to use black either, just darker shades of other colours. One wrong move and your painting is ruined. It's not like you can make haste to grab an eraser and clear it. It's there. And you can't do anything about it but manipulate it so that it hopefully works seamlessly with the rest of your painting. It's so tiring, I try my hardest not to resort to it as often as I can.

The point of this entry? I think they should've replaced "paint" with "sing". Though I'm ecstatic to hear those envying something I have, it's not very ... fun. To be able to sing, however, is glorious. Even those who sing for fun reap in benefits. Feeling on top of the world? Belt out your happiest song at the top of your lungs. Feeling down in the dumps? Sing a ballad over and over again. What can an artist do? In moments of happiness, they may feel inspired. But once they get started, the task may not seem as awesome as it did when the idea first arrived. The results are a half-completed piece and an irritated artist. What about when they're sad? Furiously scribble on paper? What good would that do? Waste of materials. And why would you paint something sad ... what happens when you look back on it and are reminded of that melancholy? You'd feel obliged to cover it up, no matter how beautiful it may be.

Purely my opinion of course. No facts.

But darn, it'd be so relieving to be able to sing. Heard of Passion on YouTube? Go check him out. Makes me wish I had some vocal talents in the slightest. I used to think I could sing though, way back in the day. Then I heard my voice on record and deemed myself nowhere near the calibre needed for Australian Idol. Yes, when I was elven, I wanted to audition. Good thing reality slapped me in the face when it did, huh?

Wee. What a rant!

Behold a conversation with myself; X being my conscience, gently suggesting that I pull up my socks. It all comes down to the fact that I'm not motivated enough resulting in my poor attitude towards school. Boo.
I envy too much (of other successful artists' work) and do too little to change my current status (of nothing).

Livejournal keeps telling me that my birthday is coming up and suggests that I gift myself. Gee, how phailz?

It's officially holiday mode for both students and workers. I personally can't say that I have much planned apart from personal projects, like cleaning up my room, getting back into Pokemon. Y'know, the usual (for me).

The past two weeks, that is, exam weeks, have been quite... unusual. I've felt like I've been sitting in a lake of stagnant water. It's been gloomy, nothing much has happened and I'm itching for some water turbulence; I'd prefer good turbulence, as any sane person would.
I've spent a lot of my free time (non-exam periods) in the library, often hanging out with Gary (and his bro Jason at break times). I've even been able to do a tad of reading. Even though it was initially for exam preparation, I wouldn't mind getting stuck back into a good book- actually, I might re-read Twilight these holidays (hell, there's nothing else I can read). Travel-wise, I've been with Mimi a few times, chatting away about exams, and ... more exams, I suppose? Oh, and thanks to Andrew for giving out sporadic car rides; I've probably saved myself a few hours on public transport from the lifts. Let's see ... I've barely been in contact with any Phot!k member for longer than five minutes, other than Melissa, who I've been MSNing a lot recently. Oh, I did take advantage of exam-free periods though. Been out to Parra, Cheso Square (Michel's Patisserie is open now!), Livo, DFO at Homebush ... yeah. Mainly, I was with Jason throughout the two-week period. Though I did get a chance to have a day off with my dad, who took me shopping~ Meeting up with him also brought on great news, and I was able to catch up with my stepsister (though I'd rather just say sister), Jenny- my, she's grown up since I last saw her.
All in all, it's been ... interesting (to put it simply).

Oh. With regard to my secret chocolate stash, I'm on my last leg. I was supposed to stock up for the holidays ... but I forgot. I swear, it'll drive me insane if I don't get my regular sugar boost. I honestly will wake up early to bus it out to the supermarket just to replenish my supply. Yar~

So, to everyone: stay safe, and enjoy the Easterly chocolately happiness.

Karma decided to pay me a visit today. I had a traumatic dream where I had to go through another Physics exam (with Physics bring my worst subject) instead of sitting for the Extension English exam like I was supposed to today. I woke up stressed because I didn't study and felt overwhelmed by the course because I knew next to diddly-squat. And thus, I crammed. I crammed so much that I successfully gave myself enough material to use to write a five page essay (trust me, it's not as great as it sounds: we were provided with more than nine pages and were expected to fill them up). Let's not comment on the creative writing task and how I bullshxted through my teeth to get something down. But joy, that was the last mid-course exam I will ever take. I still feel like I need to turn up and take exams, but it's part of a cycle, I suppose.

Oh, and you know what else stressed me out today? Having Jason say how he has always gotten into trouble of some sort or the other when he's had to train home by himself. He was supposed to do so this afternoon, so I called him. No answer. I texted him. No reply. I repeat this process over a dozen times. And it's only after half an hour of thinking "OMG, he got mugged!" that he remembered he owned a phone and decided to see if he had any calls or texts. Good grief. Stress much?
Adding to this stress factor was the ordeal I went through at the bus stop waiting for my bus to pull in. I was seated at a deserted bench (and right on the edge, mind you), texting... when this figure shuffles up and sits right next to me. I instantly think, "oh, okay, maybe it's someone I know, or maybe they're asking for the time of the next bus". I saw a hand dangle lifelessly near my legs and instantly looked up to face a man with the creepiest smile. I swear, it looked like he had a lazy eye too. Within seconds, I grabbed my bag and bolted down the station, seating myself next to one of the kids who lives on my street (and effectively filling up the entire bench). I kept looking back to see if the creep was following me or something, and saw that he was looking at me too. Then I realised, "stop looking at him, stop drawing attention to yourself". After a few frightful minutes, he disappeared. I have never been so happy to board a bus driven by a psycho racist driver.

Okay. Time to die. [/Roy Batty moment]

For the handful of you who read my entries just for the quotes, they ain't coming in any time soon. With the inconsistent, brief and often busy/occupied times spent with friends due to exams, there aren't a lot of quotes being churned out... unless you count the frantic and incorrect recital of notes as quotes (but I don't).

Speaking of exam weeks... I'm not studying. Honestly, I cbb to put in any effort. I barely even bother to cram... I wanna chuck an Ali and just sleep in the exam instead of making mental notes of how many questions I don't attempt. As you'd expect, I've had no 'good' exams thus far because, one: I don't recall a lot of the older material (which is what revision is for), and two: I have horrid time management skills and I keep underestimating time and overestimating my bullshxting abilities.
I'm digging my own grave here, but you know... whatevahz.

So what have I been doing instead of being studious? Rotting away at home. Bah, it's so dismal at home- no, it's basically dismal everywhere. Probably why I have such a lacklustre approach to life in general. *Scowl*
Youtube's become my best friend again, and I've been listening to (and watching) a lot of songs I don't understand (hai, i lyk k0rean musik~~). Facebook is withering away in the background as I really have no desire to hang around there for more than five minutes. Unless I'm on Pet Society collecting coins or Paw Points. Or on Mousehunt.

Jason bought a mouse today. An actual pet mouse. Female. She has black and white fur like the generic cow, and so Jason proceeded to give her the generic cow name of Daisy. Intially, he was opting for "Moo", but I had to interject and propose a better (and actual) name.
Oh, we went to see Monsters vs. Aliens too. Like almost every other movie I've seen, I expected a totally different plot. Hence I set the bar a little too high... though the humour saved it. 3.5/5 stars from me, if anyone was interested in my opinion.

I can't wait for the weekend the holidays something life to start picking itself up again.

Funny how being sick with the common cold puts things into perspective. I've been craving for moremoremore water, fresh fruit, plain bread and tea. It's like my subconscious is trying to save me from myself (and my nonchalant attitude towards my dietary habits).

Too out of things to post about anything else.

Quotes, anyone?

61.
Ali: Do you speak the same language as Andrea?
Brenda: No, I speak a different dialect.
Ali: So, what do you speak? Chinese or Vietnamese?
Brenda: Those are different languages...
Ali: But they sound the same!
Doris: It's like us saying Turkish and Arabic sound the same.
Ali: But they're different languages!

62.
Newton: I prayed to my goat the other day and Paramatta finally won a game!

63.
Nemut: Miss, I need help.
Ashfaq: You need help?
Nemut: Yes.
Ashfaq: Come to the front then.
Nemut: *Goes to front*
Ashfaq: ... Well, don't you need help with something?
Nemut: No.

63.
Yvonne: The nine-letter word has "head" in it...
Me: And "guard"...
Eric: "Headguard"!
Everyone: *High fives*

64.
Celia: But Miss! How can- Wha-?!
Me: Celia's raging! She's gonna Hyper Beam any second now!

65.
Sonia: Edim, do you think the exam paper is on Miss' desk?
Edim: Huh? I don't know.
Sonia: Aren't you interested in finding out?
Edim: No, why would I?

66.
Steph: Want to hear my Belonging story?
Me: All right.
Steph: So, so, so, it's the city, yeah, yeah. And out from the ground pops out this tiny little green stem~ *Wiggles finger*

67.
Evan: When he was in the States, Steven went to Subway and ordered a six foot roll!
Karen: ... yeah?
Evan: Don't you know how long six foot is?!
Karen: ...
Evan: ...

68.
Doris: Can you speak French, Evan?
Evan: Je suis un petit poisson rouge.
Doris: Wow! You can speak French then!
Evan: ... I just said that I was a small goldfish.




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Two more quotes to be remembered and I'm through with editing.

I'm going nuts right now. I keep sneezing, and my nose is giving me hell about it. I sneezed five times just then. No, wait. Make that six. Blah.

So this week, my brother celebrated his birthday. For a present, I dragged Jason with me to Livo after school to buy a Wii Recharge Console. We were swallowing up batteries like hell just to keep the Wii Remotes alive. When I got home and presented it to him, he seemed... neutral about it. Nontheless, I set it up for him and consecutively said goodbye to the battery era.
When it was time to bring out the cake, he stayed rooted to the couch, playing Mario Kart. After immense insisting, he finally made it to the dining table to glance at the cake. His exact words were "don't I get anything?". The nerve! Even when prompted to blow out the candles, he irritably got up between a ten-second break in the game. Mom asked him to pose whilst cutting the cake, and he looked so sour doing so. She asked him to look at the camera, and he'd just reinforce "no!". After a few identical photos, he dropped the knife onto the table (not even bothering to cut the cake at all) and stormed back to his game.
I swear, he and my sister are of the same feather when it comes to gratitude. *Rolls eyes*

Weekly post of quotes now!

51.
Repin: Is anyone absent?
John: Karen's not here.
Repin: ... Karen?
John: You know, the short one.
Repin: Ah, yes. The short ones. So easily overlooked. Nobody will notice if we leave her to burn in the fire~

52.
Me: Do your parents mind if you have a pet mouse?
Eric: *Shrugs*
Me: But-
Eric: It's all right. If they kill him, I'll bleach my dad's fish.

53.
Celia: Look at all those Nguyens. *Tsk* Conformists.

54.
Rashad: Miss, please. I can't work on my prints any more. I go home and cry whenever I think about having to do more prints!
Me: Cheer up, emo kid.

55.
Ali: How do you spell 'veterinarian'?
Rashad: V-e-t-e-r-i-o-g-c-k-i-o-n.
Ali: ... "veterogkon"?

56.
Zhang: Gavin will be leaving our class next lesson. Shall we sing a song?

57.
Rashad: *Pulls out stray hair from pants* Huh, why do I have a blonde hair in my pants? Aye? Ayyyyyye? *Winks*

58.
Me: Harhar, you guys lined up but I got my lunch first by pushing in~ *Waves lunch in faces*
Katherine: *Snatches lunch*

59.
Ivars: Why do I see so many gay Asians doing this? *Shuffles exaggaratedly*
Michael: He's not that bad at it, actually.

60.
Me: *Latches self onto Mel* Aww, you swallowed a magnet too. <3

So much to do, so little time. This statement rings true for all procrastinators. I know I constantly preach it yet do nothing to solve it. *Shrugs*

I've got a tonne of things to do, both in a leisurely and academic sense. I want to fill in that photoframe that Mimi gave me for my thirteenth birthday with a drawing of my group of friends, construct a mobile (as in those pretty things that dangle above beds), collect obscure one-page fashion ads to cover one wall of some room in the distant future, stop cracking my knuckles and other finger-ly joints, and etcetcetc. I need to clean my desk to make way for a study environment, make notes that I can be proud of for their content and presentation, exploit my new paper supply (I've been without almost any paper for just about two weeks - dreadfuldreadfuldreadful), partake in extracurricular activities to put that oompf in my resume, and all-the-rest.

So yeah.

[EDIT] I have four days off during the exam fortnight! I'm taking advantage of this and getting out of the house undetected. I also have all but one of my exams in the morning (ending before noon), so I'll have hectic mornings and relaxed afternoons. Interesting, no? [/EDIT]

Quote time, whilst they're still fresh and buzzing.

41.
Hong: Jeeeeennnn. I feel like I'm going to vomit.
Me: Oh. Do you want to go home?
Hong: Nooooooooooo! *Voice breaks*

42.
Simic: Kim... so how many works do you think you'll produce for your Body of Work?
Kim: Um, I don't know...
Simic: Three?
Kim: Uh. Okay. Yeah.
Simic: Well, how about I put down five instead? Yes?

43.
Cindy: *Recites her story plot, which is remarkably similar to Goldilocks and the Three Bears*
Cree: So this girl... she's blonde?
Cindy: Yes.
Cree: So blonde that it'd be considered golden?
Cindy: Yes.
Cree: And is it curly?
Cindy: Yes.
Me: So curly that they're like... locks?
Cindy: Yes.
Cree: Her name must be something along the lines of... Blondilocks.
Cindy: LOOOOOL. I didn't think of that! I was going more on the lines of Curlilocks.

44.
Me: So how was having Lo Basso?
Jason: *Face is of shock and horror*

45.
Christina: *Randomly places arms around my shoulders and hugs me*
Me: You took something this morning, didn't you?

46.
Kim: Man, there are so many... retarded people out there.

47.
Demir: My dad is always telling me to get a girlfriend.
Karen: Then why don't you get one?
Demir: I don't like girls...

48.
Patrick: So you see the diffr- OMG, Gavin! What are you doing? Are you drooling? You're drooling! You're drooling because you can see the diffraction in the laser light?!
Gavin: *Frantically wipes mouth*

49.
Lorraine: Is that... eyebrow stubble?
Abel: *Nods*
Lorraine: *Feels eyebrow* Wow.

50.
Milledge: Stephen got 100%: congratulations!
Me: Why does he even bother with 2 Unit?!

I hate suspense. Especially when it has to do with parents, them 'summoning' you, and the serious tone they use. No prizes for deducing that this is what happened to me today.
It started off with my mom changing my bro's bedsheets (we share a room, btw). Then she suddenly walks out and demands me to come at once. I, with panic gushing out of my ears, jumped to conclusions. "OMG, what did I do. OMG, she found something in my room, didn't she? OMG. What do I do. What if it was something about Jason. O-M-G. I thought I hid all that stuff though?! Maybe I left something behind... in my pillow? OMG!"
What was the real cause for her calling me? "Whenever you take in the clothes, you need to sort them out into your and my wardrobes respectively. Don't just dump everything into my room, all right." Cue heart attack. I really thought it was the end of me for those three seconds...

This week wasn't as eventful as the past few, so the quotes aren't as plentiful.

31.
Jason: Which Uni do you go to?
Linny (Jason's cousin): UTS.
Jason: Talk to Jen! She wants to go there.
Linny: OMG, there are so many hot guys thereeeeee.
Jason: That's it! You're not going there!
Linny: And hot girls too.
Jason: I'm going there instead!
Me: No, the girls are mine!
Jason: ...

32.
Jono: Miss, you are aware that his name is Ahijiith, not Ahi...
Milledge: Really? Why didn't anyone tell me? And I've been calling him "Ahi" all this time?!

33.
Saleh: Let's have a race to see who can finish these questions first, in table groups- uhh, table couples?
Jono: Saleh, don't use that word to describe us.

34.
Rashad: Yeah, I saw her ass and I was like "mm-hmm", but then she turned around and I was like "erugh!"

35.
Vicky: I was trying to sleep inconspishusly.
Me: What, say that again?
Vicky: Inconspishusly?
Me: ... you mean "inconspicuously"?

36.
Hong: What are you two listening to?
Me: Some catchy Korean song! :D
Hong: So you have no idea of what they're saying...
Me: Nope! :D
Vicky: They could be singing about sex, and we're still bopping along to it! :D

37.
Restaurant Owner: If you don't finish eating it, you're not leaving.
Jonny (Jason's little brother): *Shoves rest of food into mouth*
Jason: Whoa, slow down there! You're tearing up! He was only joking!

38.
Steph: Did you buy me sauce?! OMG, you didn't buy me sauce! *Curls up and bawls eyes out*
Vicky: *Reveals sauce packet and throws at Steph's lap*
Steph: *Continues bawling eyes out* OMG, no sauce! *Suddenly sees sauce packet* SAUCEEEEE! <333333

39.
Vicky: Hey Jen, what's "two girls, one cup"?
Me: OMG, haven't you seen it? It's basically two girls eating shxt outta a cup. So don't watch it.
Vicky: You made it sound like the latest net craze when you said "OMG, haven't you seen it!"...

40.
Margaret: OMG! Give me $4200 NOW! I want to buy this handbag!
Me: ... okay?