School Spirit

Hey,
it just occured to me...there was all this hype ages ago about 'school spirit'. I wonder what school spirit is. I suppose it's one of those opinion things.
uh...there's nothing more to say i guess. other than my brother's new favourite games is now lierox. it's kinda random with ninja ropes and blood and all.
and meg's birthday is this wednesday.
that is all

aujord'hui c'est jeudi (today is thursday)

Bonjour,
euh...je finis mes devoirs (l'anglas, l'histoire et le francais) et je suis jolie...tres jolie. Demain, j'ai une jour bonne. D'abord, j'ai une lecon l'histoire. ensuite j'ai une lecon la physique. (j'adore la physique). puis, j'ai une lecon le science et pour terminer j'ai une lecon math, mais je mange les glace. euh...je ne suis pas forte en francais.

umm...i finish(ed) my homework (english, history and french) and i am happy...very happy. Tomorrow i('ll) have a good day. first i have a history (lesson). Next i have physical education (i love P.E). Then we have science. To finish the day we have math, but i'm eating ice-cream. umm... my french is not a strength.

by the way, i am eating ice-cream because it is a math excursion. yes...fun.

Blackout

It was really stormy last night: hailing and all. actually, there was so much hail on our front lawn, that I was convinced that it was snowing. But it was kinda creepy. Half-way there was this HUGE thundercrack...then all the power went out. that was at about 5:45pm. i was planning to watch Shrek...channel 9 at 7:30. boohoo.

yes.

later on that night we ended up using them candles that we put on our birthday cakes (they didn't last very long). so i grabbed all that hot wax that accumulated under and around the candles, grabbed a really small candle and made a bigger, fatter candle by squishing the warm wax together. haha - squishing.

it wasn't much to look at but it lasted the whole night. my parents said it looked ugly so it now resides in my room...out of everyone's sight.

yes. then i did something really smart. i tripped over a chair and whacked my head on the door. regained consiousness 10 mins later. woke up on the floor. stayed on the floor for the next 2 hours, since there was nothing else to do and my head still ached. for all those people who think this is funny...laugh all u want.

t'was a bad day yesterday

mufti schmufti

mufti
n 1: a jurist who interprets Muslim religious law 2: civilian dress worn by a person who is entitled to wear a military uniform

it was a mufti day today. yes.

today was a strange day meaning that quite alot of thingys happened today.

As so it happens, i was wearing a skirt today and everyone was like 'wow, shrub is wearing a skirt'.

my dad thinks that i was male in my past life. (but ppl said i was 'cute'...so there)

then during french, the teacher said something about me being 'tres chic'. the world is a creepy place.

strange because it is that yr 7 src barbeque thingy. meg gave me left over piece of bread from the sausage sizzle. thanks. so there i was staring at the bread wondering whether it is still fit for consumption. i thought it was and i ate it.
it was dry.

The train trip home was hilarious (haha meg) *sorry, had to "slam" you there. your call

sausage
n 1: highly seasoned minced meat stuffed in casings 2: a small nonrigid airship used for observation or as a barrage balloon.

consumption

n. 1: The act or process of consuming. 2: The state of being consumed. 3: An amount consumed. 4: A progressive wasting of body tissue. 5: Pulmonary tuberculosis. No longer in scientific use.

hilarious
adj : marked by or causing boisterous merriment or convulsive laughter; "hilarious broad comedy"; "a screaming farce"; "uproarious stories"

skirt
n 1: cloth covering that forms the part of a garment below the waist 2: a garment hanging from the waist; worn mainly by girls and women 3: informal terms for a (young) woman

slam

n 1: To shut with force and loud noise: slammed the door. 2:
To put, throw, or otherwise forcefully move so as to produce a loud noise: slammed the book on the desk. 3: To hit or strike with great force. 4:
Slang. To criticize harshly; censure forcefully.

v 1: To close or swing into place with force so as to produce a loud noise. 2: To hit something with force; crash: slammed into a truck.

useless news...and a confession

so...
Alex has invited me to her birthday party next month...except that her birthday was last month. yes. that makes sense i know.

i managed to get past all that homework that has bombarded me during the past few days, we got new math textbooks, hmmm....other than that nothing much has happened. oh, and my brother came back from camp yesterday. no one missed him though.(haha)

i have a confession to make...i am addicted to chili flavoured tuna. mmmm...it all startd that day when mum brought a sample from the shopping centre. thn i ate it. she gave me another one and i mowed through it like a lawn mower. in fact, i went through through 3 cans in 5 minutes...which is not bad, for me. then ran around the house looking for a water source. that's all about my addiction. i'll keep u posted when a new addiction comes out.

yay...the new (and improved) toilet deodorant has found it's new home...in our toilet cabinet. now the toilet won't smell like the previous person's meal.

that's all.

lonely hearts

so my friends, another rambling here goes...

today (the day after valentines) i gave some lonely heart...haha meg...some paper flowers i made last night with a printed note (my writing's too obvious) and a clue surrounded by many many layers of envelopes covered in sticky-tape.

haha.

anyhoo, she ravaged all the envelopes of the give-away clue during roll-call (it was meant to give suspense for the whole day but noo...) and then gave me a shifty look in english.

haha.
i was avoiding eye contact with her all lesson..wat a laugh.
show's i got a sweet side after all.

Yay

soo....the beginning of a new blog...ever. hmm..
ok, to keep u updated. My real name is not Shrub...it's...actually, don't worry, call me 'shrub'. Bcause to tell the truth i hate my real name.
anyhoo....the start of year nine was great...ish. First of all, i'd lke to comment on my elective choices.

In french, we get to listen to our teacher's constant droning. She makes those guttral souns through her nose everytime she has to pronounce a word with the letter 'r' (personaly, i don't know how she does that). It's kinda soothing in a way that u fall asleep after a while. In another way, she's eally ugly and has bad fashion sense and that...THAT wakes u up.

the world is a beautiful place...or at least supposed to be.

In History, we listen to the constant droning of our history teacher. Except her droning is different. She argues with other teachers about some excel spreadsheet most of the time.
Our other teacher drones on about how she dubbed the Latin Source book "Markuus" and refers to the plastic sleeve as his 'shield'. Then she rambles about some kids being raised by a shewolf and some kindy shepards..blahblah, as if i listen.

Info Tech presents an excellent opportunty to listen to the constant droning of the teacher (gee, i found a trend) and to feel that hot humid atmosphere meaning that:
1. the air conditioner isn't working and
2. the computers are about to explde any moment.
3. when someone farts...it's gonna smell.

all-in-all...i made excellent elective choices. (actually, my electives are fine, it's just the way i interpret my life)
that's enough torture for u guys about my elective choice...i'm really sorry for putting all u poor ppl through reading my thoughts...
'nuff for now.