Quick update-y thing:
THEORIES IN DUST IS GOING UNDER A MASSIVE REVAMP

As you can see, this new layout is part of the revamp…OPINIONS PL000XxxxxXXX (Typing liek im da 12 year 0ld) But yes m’dears…opinions PLEASE!

GOING TO DO A PROPER BLOG LATER.
Peace xx

Okay. So. Today.
I
lost
my
trombone.

Yes. I lost a massive 5-kilo (about 10 pounds for you Americanoes/Americanos/people who enjoy the imperial system!), metre long instrument on the bloody bus, simply because I was rushing for a photo with the newspaper committee. Okay, what I don’t get is how:

a. I forgot that I didn’t have my trombone.
b. I didn’t fetch it from the basket thing near the front of the bus.

I AM SO STUPID. FML. FML. FML. I really needed practise and go to my lesson today/rest of the week. Okay, I’ll just wallow in shame over here. FARK. I’m just a mega-dumbass. I’ve already called the bus depot (they close at 4!!!!!! GROWL! I ONLY REALISED I LOST IT AT 4:20!!!!!!) and I’ve left a voicemail and I’m just PRAYING that it gets back to me, because I don’t really like digging my own grave. Just suck a DERP. Argh!!!

I’ve lost so much stuff this year including:
1 x Visual Arts diary. I was actually depressed for 2 days because I didn’t get it back and I had to start everything all over again. SO SAD. Now, I write my number everywhere.
2 x train passes…unacceptable
1 x bus pass….bloody hell
Countless bobby pins, not that I really care, because it’s just bobby pins, but you get the drift….
Arghhhhhhhhhhh! I COULD JUST SLAP MYSELF.

Also, today, two weird things happened. Okay, one was excessively creepy, the other was just disgusting (not in chronological order). In chronological order:
1. Claustrophobia on the train!
If you lived in Sydney and travel in peak hour, you would understand how packed the trains are. It is literally like being in a sardine can. So I was travelling home and some dude decides to freaking BREATHE on me. Okay, I don’t know, but this is really gross and he had B.O. I tried to turn away, to give him a message and like stop breathing on me, but you know it kept happening and started to irk my claustrophobia. Now I really hate small spaces.

2. Creepy people.
After the very ugh train ride, I waited for my bus and gave up, because it’s either late, early and rarely on time. This time, I was like, go walk home u lazy bugger, so I did. On my way home, some guy from across the rode just starts yelling at me and waving and then he crosses the road and begins talking to me like I knew him. I asked him 5 times, who are you? and he just asked me random questions (i.e. which direction are you going to?) and even said, don’t be scared. OKAY WHAT THE ! and I finally said, I DON’T KNOW YOU! (and fuck off!…but in my head) GOSH THAT WAS SO SCARY. I’m never ever walking that way home ever again.

And my title is about how frustrating geometry is…yepp, guess who’s doing in maths right now…FML

This person, who I will label…Umbridge, just because of privacy purposes…(yes, I’m that nice) is just…okay, if I were to write a letter to this …. well expletive there (be creative!), it would go along the lines of this (be warned, the amount of swearing is due to uncontrolled rage):

Dear Umbridge,

You. Are. A. Fucking. BITCH. What is your problem? Do you seriously need to stick your nosy ass into everything? Into everyone’s business? Is it really necessary for you to parade around, acting like you’re so much better than everyone? Manipulate everyone on your little puppet strings? Play victim when you have vicitimised everyone else? Hang around even if everyone hates your fucking ass? Can you seriously GET THE FUCK OUT? Okay. You might wonder in that hollow head of yours, why I so, so, so strongly despise you. Do you want my reasons? Okay, since you are a nosy bitch:

a. You can’t stop fucking around with people’s lives. Spreading rumours about a good person? Really, bitch, really? And crying wolf to almost every single person in our school and making yourself look like the victim, when you have probably ruined, destroyed, someone’s reputation? Are you fucking kidding me? And do you even have any motive behind that? Oops, I’m sorry, your a massive psycho bitch who can’t stop fucking around with everyone, my bad.

b. There’s a reason why we were blessed with ears: to LISTEN. Obviously, this concept of listening has someone slipped out of your brain (not surprised) because every single time we tell you to STOP CAUSING DRAMA, pow. Explosion. Fights. Do you honestly like causing tears, distress and feelings of annoyance? Because I’ve honestly had enough of your shit, seeing you just screw up some of my best friends.

c. You’re a selfish bitch who always gets what she wants, just to suck up to some teachers (or get into some of their pants) and make yourself look like some poor princess, when in actual fact, you’re just an evil self-absorbed ****.

Actually, why are such words wasted on you? I only have four letters for you: GTFO.

//end rant

Okai guys
I’m sorry, but there’s these bitches in your life who just cannot GET THE HELL OUT and you know, you can’t put up with these people any longer so you SNAP. I’m just so angry about everything that’s happened. It’s like that forever-burning rage. Gosh, why am I so angsty?

So today was a pretty chill day, I had a volunteering meeting to trek to, which was about 1 hour away, so my friend and I (almost wrote me and my friend…/cringe!) took a train to this place…which was completely deserted. No kidding. There were no shops, not many houses, a lot of grass and this big powerhouse museum. Okay, to say it was a little freaky was an understatement. There were these kids spray painting/graffiting a massive water tank in the middle nowhere, literally.

So we headed into this massive building, where the meeting was held and my friend had to pee…and she couldn’t go to the toilets because it was all dark and she was scared she would get raped or something. Rolling my eyes, I waited for her while she did her thing and then I began to worry.

This place we were at, was outside of the boundaries my parents would deem ‘safe’. It was deserted. No factories, shops, whatever. It was essentially a hole. I started freaking out. What happened if something bad happened to us? Would we die? Gosh, my over-reacting self kicked in and I was sort of panicking. We had a meeting at 3 and it was 3:10, why isn’t anyone here?!

Eventually, another guy we volunteered with turned up and it felt a tad safer because he was this massive tall guy and we called the co-ordinator to see where everyone was. So we had a meeting blah blah blah.

Then our trip home.

It was a lot safer than our trip to the place because there was now four of us. If you can’t really understand why we were sort of scared shitless, let me paint a picture:

Looking left, a run-down building near rusty old water tanks with hooligans spray painting over the already defaced surface. Looking right, green plains that promised no form of human activity…except for a couple of houses about 10 metres from ground level. The platform? Barren. Not a soul in sight. Only the construction fences prove there were some kind of human existence in the area. Aside from the infrastructures, was green stretches, kilometres long.

So yeah, these kind of barren, empty places freak me out. remember, always travel with a friend. Wherever you are going!!!

Also, I have recently discovered that in order to use Paypal, I had to add funds to it! (See what I mean by stupidest derp alive?) so naturally, I went on eBay, scored myself and a friend some couple of sweet cases for our phones and iGadgets. Hehe! Can’t wait until they arrive!

TALK TO YOU LATER XX

So, I purchased a new domain recently (because I have realised how to use Paypal…) I’m still hosted by the lovely Isi at coloursplash.org. Recent events have accumulated a lot…so I won’t go into too much detail there. But main events:

- I’m 15 now! Yay…I don’t feel any different, but I was really on this awesome Cloud 9 for the first week of August.
- Offending persons removing themselves from our group!! I don’t want to sound like a bitch, but I’m kinda happy because that means LESS DRAMA! Party time lolz
- Pottermore…I have like fits of sadness thinking about not getting my Welcome email yet…but someday…

So yes…my life in like 6 sentences…how boring.

But I really want to ask everyone-
DOES ANYONE WATCH PRETTY LITTLE LIARS??

Oh my gosh, I’m freaking out just thinking about it! My head is in a spinnnnnnnnn

See you all later xx