Ok.  A proper Blog post.

This week has been so meh. 

Monday

I don't remember.

Tuesday

Teacher Only day at School. Yet I had to go in. No I was not happy then either.

Decided I wanted to go to Rome to study the Ruins of Pompeii. 

"But Felicity it costs so much money". I'm sick of your excuses. What is wrong with the world? If they had said, "But there's no oxygen on the moon" we'd still think it was made of cheese.

I get this so often from so many people. They look at me like I am crazy for dreaming, so half the time I just keep my ideas to myself. I'll show them all. 

Wednesday

Felt like I was just about asleep when suddenly got a txt. Turns out it was 7:00 in the morning, but was very pissed off that I was woken up. 

Thursday

I can actually remember this day.

Wasn't really feeling very happy. 

Interviewed a band for the yearbook.  They were really weird.

I bought chewing gum which made me feel sick. Thinking maybe strawberry isn't my fave flavour after all.

Went to the library and got out sheet music! Vladimir Cosma "Promenade" from Diva.  Ahhh Love that movie SO much. Memories... 

Then went to do Asttle Testing. Was really upset when I completely failed. I was hoping this year would be different, but I'm going to keep an open mind and 'try harder' for next year.

Today: Friday

Was home all day. Ate too much Ice Cream and now officially hate it. I feel sick. 

Went into town with Mother Dearest (the coolest mother on earth, no joke) and browsed perfumes. Love Madame Rochas, smells like my childhood and warm hugs. I have to buy some.  Also looked at Dior Mascara, it's really nice, think I'll get some of that as well. 

Went to the shops and got my brothers' Christmas pressie. I hope they like it. If they don't... I want to keep it. 

Rushed off to piano, the fucking bus never came so I never got to go. Was fucking pissed off at the Christchurch Bus Service and the world in general. Walked home scowling, which I know isn't my best look, but I wasn't in the mood to grin foolishly. 

Moped around home for half an hour and suddenly started enthusiastically looking up Italian sites and stuff.

Started doing work.

Felt a sudden urge to watch Richie Rich after listening to Black or White by Micheal Jackson.

Chatted to two old kids from my old school. Felt really pissed off after talking to them. They make me mad. I was saying all this stuff and agreeing with "How cool it is to get Drunk" but thinking, "I have never been drunk, never want to be Drunk, and if you think being Drunk is cool, then you're just weird". I know that in the future I'm going to be happy and all that... but the future is a long way away.

Wrote this venting blog.