cos it seems like the rest of the world is "lucky"
OK MASSIVE ANNOUNCEMENT:
I FINISHED MY SPEECH.
& it's 11pm :)
i swear, if the speech person makes it backwards alphabetical order, i will kill someone. I am extremely unprepared and my speech does not have a point. It's basically me rambling and complaining about something i hate, because the topic is "i feel strongly about...." ' write a persuasive speech on that topic'. OK WTH.
the clouds look 'heavy'
SIGH LOOK AT THE OPEN AREA.
anyway i must not break my promise... so i will shutup now and build a bridge to get over it. LIKE MY ATTITUDE? wait... i'm sorry, but i just HAVE to blog about this ONE thing that happened today. I went on an art excursion to Sydney Uni to look at some greek pottery or something [didnt pay attention, slept half the time]. & i am officially i n l o v e with the uni. It's such a great environment to study in. IT'S LIKE A POSH, ENGLISH PRIVATE SCHOOL. The grounds are massive and there are heaps of people everywhere, looking like they know what they're doing, working hard to achieve their goals, but having fun at the same time. The buildings are ancient and really pretty. How good would it be to study at such a beautiful place with that epic atmosphere. You get to meet so many new people as well~~
it's like im walking into heaven
i can't wait til university. Do i sound crazy? I REALLY WANT TO GO, RIGHT NOW. Yes i know its stressful and a lot more independent, but really.... i am so sick of my life right now. I'm scared of change, but i want it. I want to meet new people and study at a place and course where people around me actually want to be there, and are passionate about the same thing. Imagine going to school a couple of times a week, and then going shopping afterwards with your uni friends. Working on the days you aren't at uni, and feeling good about it. Working for your money and spending it on whatever you want.
-sigh- 4 more years...... that is, IF i get into Sydney Uni :(
spastic plc students
view from the window.
goodnight.
thanks for asking about the smallest things that matter the most.