sauvez-moi.

All I know is that it was at Hilton Hotel. HILTON HOTEL IS SO NICE AND POSH AND BEAUTIFUL. GOD DAMN PARIS HILTON!!!!!!!!!

I was kind of forced by my friend, Brendan, because he had no one to go with and this was pretty much putting him in the right direction for his future. And it was non-beneficial for me because I really couldn’t care less about commerce and business etc. Plus, I have 2 SACs tomorrow - an English SAC and my first French one. I realised now why he didn’t care about his SAC tomorrow - his practice SAC was pretty much the SAC as the prompt we were given. So I’m double suffering for this selfish bastard FUCK. HE WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT ME TODAY.

LUCKILY THERE WAS FREE FOOD! AND IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME FREE FOOD. AND FREEBIES WITH TABS AND MINTS and that was pretty much the only cool thing out of that thing I went to. We met some chick that went to my school and we talked to her for ages. There were 2342934 different schools there, and we were the only Uni High kids. IT WAS SO BORING. THE PEOPLE KEPT ASKING ME WHERE AND WHAT I WANTED  TO STUDY OR WHY I’M INTERESTED IN COMMERCE AND I HAD TO TELL THEM I WAS FORCED TO COME.

Ok I’m wasting my time here but I needed to rant and stuff bye.

Don’t decide to take initiative and help out other students when it comes to organizing something. YOU’LL JUST END UP YELLING AT EVERYONE AND YOU’LL BE ONE STRESSED MOTHER FUCKER!

I am organizing the bomber jackets at my school, and it’s actually the worst thing ever. Especially when YOU’RE doing like 95% of the work. I have been chasing up people for the past 2 weeks, getting sizes and nicknames, as well as arguing with the office ladies about payments. The company I’m ordering from, Reform, has a $10 discount for orders over 50. The past 2 weeks involved me hassling 50 people to pay, and LAST TERM I clearly gave a deadline (which was yesterday). I ended up getting 57 names and I needed at least 50 people to pay for me to close the dates off but NOOOO. ONLY FUCKING 40 PEOPLE PAID BY THE DEADLINE. I GAVE THEM THE WHOLE HOLIDAYS TO PREPARE THEIR $109 AND ONLY 40 PEOPLE PAID.

But I was ok, because it was a Thursday, and they could pay on Friday. But what happens? ONLY FUCKING 9/17 OF THE REMAINING PEOPLE PAID TODAY. SO I HAD 49 PAYMENTS. I WAS YELLING AT EVERYONE WHO COULDN’T PAY TODAY. I WAS SO FREAKING PISSED. NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MONDAY FOR EVERYTHING TO BE FINALIZED.

The jackets take 8 weeks to make, so the longer I delay this bitch, it’s going to come in term 3, not the end of this term. BUT THAT’S NOT MY FAULT. I SHOULDN’T BE THE ONE TO BLAME WHEN IT GETS COLD AND STUDENTS DON’T GET THEIR BOMBER JACKETS. AND IF ANYONE COMES UP TO ME AND COMPLAINS, THEN I’LL YELL IN THEIR FACE AND TELL THEM TO GO COMPLAIN TO THE STUDENTS WHO DIDN’T GET THEIR MONEY ON TIME.

Why the fuck did I choose to do this. I get absolutely NOTHING in return but A SHIT LOAD OF STRESS. THIS MIGHT BE WORSE THAN SPECIALIST MATHS, AND SPECIALIST MATHS IS PRETTY BAD.

I DEMAND MY MONEY BACK SO I GET A FREE JACKET FOR HAVING TO GO THROUGH THIS SHIT BECAUSE OF PEOPLE BEING STUPID IDIOTS. I SHOULD JUST KEEP THEIR $10 REFUNDS FOR MYSELF, SERIOUSLY.

I’m no fashionista - but red lipstick does not suit you, hunny. Especially with the outfits you pose with because

red lipstick = classy. Just like Grace Kelly.

swag = not classy

red lipstick + swag = NO

When you reblog a post that requires you to answer questions, you don’t go all “cbf” mood on all of them ya fak. You asked for them, and people did you the favour of killing your boredom - so you might as well answer them properly or don’t reblog it in the first place.

Regarding to girls.

I see 93719283719823 posts a day talking about “treating your girl right” and stuff you should “never say to a girl”. Doesn’t anyone think that’s a little selfish? It’s no wonder girls expect so much from guys. These things feed girls’ minds, and blow the image of a boy/boyfriend way out of proportion. It makes us girls seem weak, and the centre of the world when it comes to relationships and whatnot. Yes, girls are emotionally weaker, but that’s no excuse for us to expect guys to spoil us and expect little in return. Guys get hurt as well, they’re just not as open about it as girls.

A relationship works both ways. It’s not about a ‘dedicated boyfriend’ (or whipped, I dare say) showering his ‘princess’ with love. It’s about two dedicated people both putting in the effort to make it work.

I believe in equality. I’m not a super feminist, but I believe that we should treat our significant other the way we want to be treated.

Are you freaking retarded? How is ‘bitch’ the most degrading thing you can say to a girl? Do you see no meaning in the word ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ or something?????

Bitch is a female dog. Bastard is a male dog. But the word bitch in these days reflects someone’s personality. I don’t see how that is so degrading. Boohoo, someone must have called you a bitch… Suck it up……… LOL.

Some people do not know what words are on Draw Something.

This girl drew a comet/meteor and I was totally mind fucked because I was pretty sure the way I was putting in meteor was correct. Turns out the word was “metroid”, what ever that is… But I’m pretty sure metroid is nothing to do with meteor.

The next thing she drew was a shining star. I automatically thought “twinkle” but that didn’t work. So I was just thinking for a while and it turns out that the word was ”twinkie”. Omggggggg this girl…

I had my first official SAC of the year yesterday and today. It was an english SAC, where you analyse two essays and shit, and we were given 2 sessions to complete it. Well shit, I didn’t finish it. I wrote three pages for my essay and didn’t even finish. I wrote one and a half for one article, and one page for another. The second article was stupid and I was just blank. ARGHHHHH

But anyways, stress stress stress. Since I initiated the thing with varsity jackets, I thought I might have more of a say since I’ve been doing the collecting of expressions of interest, the designs, the requests, the calling up, the research, the descisions ETC… I thought that I would get to have a say on what company we should go for. I’m sorry, but you say you’ve called some companies up and you’re going to say we’re not going to get it from the company I want? I’M SORRY, I DON’T HEAR ANY GOOD PRICES AND DEALS FROM YOU. If I weren’t so lazy, I’d take over the whole varsity jackets business. But I don’t want to add the stress on me, so maybe you can collect the money and names and shit and not me. I’VE DONE LOTS. AS MUCH AS I DON’T WANT YOU TO COME TO OUR VARSITY JACKET MEETING, I DON’T WANT TO DO ALL THE WORK.

Freaking hell.

Getting my braces tightened tomorrow, Chemistry SAC on Thursday, English oral next week, Methods SAC next Wednesday, I don’t know how to speak French, Specialist is kind of fun even though it’s circular FREAKING functions (I was getting soo engaged in it, that I spent 6th period until 3:25pm doing it because I lost track of time) WHICH IS SO WRONG, but Specialist SAC in two weeks and this is the only thing I can do. WHAT THE HELL.

On a lighter note, I walked past a year 12 History class and they were learning about something called “The Dumas”

I laughed. But that must’ve been an omen or something. Because I saw that at the start of the day, before class started. So, indeed.

DU MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This post is full of TMI’s and I really could have given this post that title, but the word “TMI” just attracts readers. And I could have added a “Read more” link, but that would just attract even MORE readers. So yeah… I just wanted to rant about my day :)

Since I finished early today, I met up with Vivian and we went bra shopping!

So the other day, I was raging at my mum, telling her I had no bras that fit me. She’s like

“What about all the bras we bought in Vietnam??!!?!”

I have a bra drawer full of bras *insert Nicholas Cage face*, and there’s about 10-15 bras that my grandma bought in bulk from Vietnam. You know the Asian way……. BUY DUH BIGGA SAI SO U GROW INTO DEM!!! Anyway, who ever gave her those instructions is an idiot, because tiny boobs runs in the family and I thought that would be so obvious! Like, come on… But anyways, I’m NEVER going to fit into them. So I have a drawer full of bras that I don’t fit and I only fit and wear like 2 or 3.

Vivian and I dropped by Big W, QV, since it was close to where we were. But it was being mean and didn’t even have bras my size. The smallest they had was an 8A, which is way too small around my body. I was interested in 10AA, because after 5 years, I realised 10A is just too big for me. You’d think I’d grow right? I’ve been wearing the same sized bra ever since I started wearing them and all of a sudden I go a size smaller. A little peculiar, don’t you think??? But yeah, they didn’t have my size, so we went to Target on Bourke St. They didn’t have my size either, besides in the ‘training bra’ and ‘teen’ section. YES, I’M A TEEN, but that teen pretty much means 13-14 year old girls. But one of the bras that was in the section wasn’t labeled that, so I felt a little better. And it did have a 10AA! AND IT FITS ME SO WELL. Well it feels a little tight… But that’s probably because my boobs are sort of swelling up because my rags are coming… LOL.

Anyway, I bought 2 pair of bras (they came together) for $25. Good deal!

But yeah, either all the AA bras all get bought, or companies just don’t make them. It’s really stupid. It’s like they’re expecting us to have bigger boobs to be classified as a ‘womens bra’, and small boobs are only meant for little girls who are only starting to grow them. Ffs, makes me feel so inadequate.

Oh well what ever, I’m getting a boob job anyways. HAAAAAAAAAA

It’s funny when someone thinks they’re close friends with you, but in reality you find them absolutely annoying and you’re only pretending to like them because you’re too nice to tell them to fuck off.

Urghhh I hate eating in front of my grandma now. Everytime I eat, she praises me as if I’m someone suffering from anorexia and it’s a blessing everytime I eat. Then she goes on about how it’s so good that I’m eating and that I should fatten up because skinny looks ugly.

I was so pissed off yesterday at her joy of having to see me eat (LOLOLOLOL) that I CALMLY snapped back ”Don’t worry about me, why don’t you worry about yourself and eat something YOURSELF and stop talking to me.” and stormed upstairs. I heard my grandma say from downstairs “WELL WHO KNOWS SHE DOESN’T LIKE BEING CALLED SKINNY? GOSH.”

I think the only person in my family that knows I dislike my body is my mum. Because everytime someone comments, my mum is always telling me “don’t worry, as long as you’re healthy, you’re pretty. Don’t need to be fat to be pretty. Just be what you are.”
She has said it so many times before. Because someone always comments.

Awww mummmyyyy. I’m so glad there’s no trace of my grandma in her………….