My Ruminations On Life, And What I'm Presently Doing

The countdown is at 102 days. I'll be super excited when it gets into double digits.

Last night I went to bed too late after having a big "discussion" with my parents, and then performing my nightly ritual (a quick/not-so-quick game of Plants vs Zombies on my iPod) which quickly became rather addictive as I passed a few new levels. I actually think I'm developing a bit of RSI in my right hand, because the tendons feel funny and sore. Maybe that's what we're destined for, as the texting/internetting generation! Oh dear! So many exciting new evolutionary issues we are yet to face. Another thing I can complain about is my sore back, which is largely to do with appalling posture, which is due to tiredness, which is due to lack of sleep, which is due to... Plants vs Zombies. That game will be the slow, painful crippling of me.

So I got out of bed very late, giving myself twenty minutes to get ready and go next door (my neighbour is a family friend, and she takes us to school on her way to work to relieve my dad) which was pushing it a little, especially as I was so zombified from my meagre five hours or something. Five hours may be an insomniac's dream, but to the average teenager, it's torture. I got myself some breakfast, which consisted of leftover berries from Linda's birthday brunch the day before, and some Greek yoghurt. So then I sort of chucked things in my bag and went next door, and waited for Luke, who always ends up arriving about ten minutes after me, when I suddenly remembered -- the berries had been soaked in sherry. So that was why I was feeling that funny sensation in my legs that I associate with alcohol. How scandalous, I thought. Sherry for breakfast.

I got to school feeling exhausted already, and found Eva, and we talked animatedly about something or other -- Jessi Slaughter, perhaps, and how her old best friend had got a nipple piercing -- and then we went to our respective form classes and listened to our teachers announce Maori Language Week with their appalling failing Maori pronunciation and their feeble promises of going into a draw to win a movie ticket if you are heard using Maori words throughout the week. I mean seriously, how unexciting. I have become dreadfully cynical over my years at high school. I find it amusing when people get enthusiastic about house points and assembly presentations. You know, cause I'm like, so indie.

So first period I had design, nothing much happened, and then I had French, same again -- oh except Nandita told me a wonderful thing, right Nando? Wink wink in your direction. And of course it was nice seeing Jennecca, and pretending to be totally engaged and interested in the lesson. Actually I lie, I was a little interested. The topic we're studying at the moment is racism and religion in France, mostly around the Muslim dress code and surrounding controversy. Brings up a lot of interesting issues about freedom, oppression, women's rights and respect for other cultures. A very complex issue, though.

Then it was interval, and I sat with Eva and poured out my little packet of scroggin and divided it into categories: raisins, cranberries, banana chips, dried apricot, peanuts, cashews, almonds and dark chocolate drops. There were about seven dark chocolate drops. It was the best day of my life.

We had English next, and it was interesting because Helen told me something crazy, and then we re-watched and analysed 'Rain' which is a brilliant little New Zealand film with themes of nymphet-ism and alcoholism and seventies-dancing-ism. I think film study is always my favourite part of the English curriculum. Yes. It even beats creative writing. Which isn't hard because NCEA manages to make creative writing lame and rather uncreative.

Then it was a long trek across the corridor to E12 where we have media studies. Rewiti did not share our marks for our documentaries with us -- instead he screened the films for the class and we all watched each other's work (ie. our lives for the past two months) and that was very cool. It was an immense feeling of pride watching our final product play on a biggish screen. Nice work Alex and Jennecca. We are great.

So then it was lunch time, the best part of the day, and thinking ahead, I texted Dad and asked him to pick me up as soon as possible after school. After a lifetime of getting home at around five it's such a luxury to be picked up at three thirty like the normal kids. I had painting last, and Helen and I just sat and planned my eighteenth birthday party. Which, by the way, my mum has been having ideas about for about three years, so... it's going to be classy. Only around two months to go!

Yep I just gave you a full overview of my day, excluding the part when I came home, watched Rosemary Shrager's School For Cooks with my mum, then had dinner and watched the Graham Norton Show with the family, then came here to talk about myself to an audience of three people. Hi guys.

Now finally I will share a performance/song with you that has been in my head since last week's episode of I'd Do Anything: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLRk366dUnM

She's pretty gorgeous.