As much as I would love to write a happy post as usual, I must admit that I'm really lacking the motivation to do anything remotely joyous at the moment. I'm so over this week, term, year etc. I just wish the term would hurry up and get to wherever it is that I'm looking forward to.
I suppose that's really the problem with this term, we have nothing at school, or even outside of it, to look forward to. Not that I really look forward to anything outside of school, because it's really my life anyway. Last term we were able to see SCG camp always on the horizon, and then it was holidays shortly after, but this term there's nothing particularly enjoyable coming. Quite different from last year, if I remember correctly...term 2 of last year was probably one of the most amusing I've ever had at school.
As for the fun things this term holds in store: Amus, House Choir Festival, Metropolitan Band Championships, State Band Championships, IGSSA Cross Country, Musicianship, not to mention the thousands of assessments our lovely teachers are delighting in giving us. Especially Mr Smee...I seriously hope he doesn't come checking if I have a blog... but I'm just so over everything this term. I want to go into hibernation, and come out again when spring arrives.
And now, back to something more productive...like Otzi the Iceman, my current love interest.
Love to all,
Jen
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Time alone...
Has been a very long time since my last post. Of course nothing much has really happened since, except for, you know, spending a thrilling 2 months in a german winter, starting year 11 and all other things good.
So, on a Friday night, I am at home. Not completely alone, as was previously expected, because I am dog-sitting for the next 2 days. My lovely uncle decided to take my sister and his daughter away up the coast for the weekend, so I get to mind George, who is currently scratching my back door.
Mum is off at bible study with her friends, while Dad is at the football with his friends. So, instead of being somewhere exciting with my friends, I'm sitting at my dining room table, attempting to type this while watching Titanic. Not an easy job, as the constant images of Jack and Rose leaning over the railing of the ship, accompanied by Celine Dion, are slightly.....(insert own adjective in here, depending on your view of the movie.)
At my flute lesson this afternoon (my lack of social life is slightly depressing), my flute teacher kindly informed me that I am going to be performing at a recital, in preparation for my upcoming exam. Not just any recital, definitely not.
My own recital.
Is she crazy??? Yes, the answer to that question is most certainly. Why on earth would she get the impression that I wanted to host my own recital with only "a few guests".
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Celine Dion has started again. Not helping my current state of mind.
In other news, in 2 weeks, we have the Fun Run!!! Hooray for the non-oxymoron!! Of course running is fun...especially with the very attractive school hat we have to wear, if we want to earn an additional point. Unfortunately, I didn't even get to vent at poor, unsuspecting kent victims during house preparation today. Never mind, there's always house choir. Oh joy...
Must now go back to titanic. Ship just got hit with iceberg, and my mind is now occupied by the drama.
Love to all,
Jen
So, on a Friday night, I am at home. Not completely alone, as was previously expected, because I am dog-sitting for the next 2 days. My lovely uncle decided to take my sister and his daughter away up the coast for the weekend, so I get to mind George, who is currently scratching my back door.
Mum is off at bible study with her friends, while Dad is at the football with his friends. So, instead of being somewhere exciting with my friends, I'm sitting at my dining room table, attempting to type this while watching Titanic. Not an easy job, as the constant images of Jack and Rose leaning over the railing of the ship, accompanied by Celine Dion, are slightly.....(insert own adjective in here, depending on your view of the movie.)
At my flute lesson this afternoon (my lack of social life is slightly depressing), my flute teacher kindly informed me that I am going to be performing at a recital, in preparation for my upcoming exam. Not just any recital, definitely not.
My own recital.
Is she crazy??? Yes, the answer to that question is most certainly. Why on earth would she get the impression that I wanted to host my own recital with only "a few guests".
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Celine Dion has started again. Not helping my current state of mind.
In other news, in 2 weeks, we have the Fun Run!!! Hooray for the non-oxymoron!! Of course running is fun...especially with the very attractive school hat we have to wear, if we want to earn an additional point. Unfortunately, I didn't even get to vent at poor, unsuspecting kent victims during house preparation today. Never mind, there's always house choir. Oh joy...
Must now go back to titanic. Ship just got hit with iceberg, and my mind is now occupied by the drama.
Love to all,
Jen
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