well, that was nice.

casually finished thirteen years of schooling two days ago. a good night of celebrating definately ensued, including ping pong, icecream-in-toasters, pointless wandering through youngtown and a ceremonial burning of the tqa examination guide.

and now...errrr well. i've got a job for the summer. and i need one for next year. which worries me somewhat. but i refuse - UTTERLY REFUSE - to enroll at UTAS. it's not happening, i won't happen, IT AIN'T EVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut for now, i'm trying not to stress to much. my whole life so far has been spent in school - i'm in no rush to jump in again. even if i end up there in another year, two years - i'll get there. my short term plans, for the summer, include:

- The purchasing of a Nintendo 64. This will hopefully be done today!

- The attending of Falls! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN.

- SUCEEDING at vegetarianism.

- Getting accepted at University of Melbourne, and deferring.

- Become fitter. Enjoy outdoors. Haaaa.

- Teach myself guitar. Poor little fella has been sitting in my room since BC times.

- Find another hobby. POTTERY?

- Work on this whole learning to drive business.


today i think i'll clean my room and dig up my old books, VHS tapes and gameboy colour. perhaps with several handfuls of allens party mix.

moving up and holding on.

This week, I have to officially narrow my choices for what I want to do with the rest of my life from 389423984823489 options to a preference list of about ten. This is terrifying. It hasn't really sunk in that next year, I won't be returning to 'school', per say. Classroom settings, loud mouthed girls who don't appear to be enrolled in any classes, quirky teachers, crappy libraries and impossible photo copiers will be a thing of the past. Instead, I shall welcome scary professors, large rooms filled with blank faces, sophisticated libraries and photo copiers with ten times the impossibility. Or, a year of grocery scanning loveliness. Either way, I'm moving up, moving on and hopefully, in 2012, moving out - to the big smoke! Melbourne, that is. Keeeeeen. Somehow, not scared. Probably because I am still in disbelief that my school life is actually coming to an end - and my actual life is about to begin.

ps. Mid year exams were death and should be outlawed...three months before end of years, come on. Just sayin'.