Annnd bang, I'm back. I'm wondering how likely it is that I'll get a free boost juice even though I'll be trying the day after Heath was the special boy name. However, I think it's worth a shot, and with an elaborate and over the top reason for my not going yesterday, I think I may manage a small one at least. *nods* Anyway.

I made this post here because I felt like posting several facebook statuses all about different topics and I couldn't be bothered, so ladida. That said, I'm not actually to sure what I'm going to say, but it'll be interesting to see when I've finished.

Most of you should know about my toe taht got ripped open by a nail, then run over by a car, then stepped on by Taylor in what must be triple digits by now. Screw you, Taylor. Well, that little son of a gun is hurting more and more, lately. Like, damn. Ow. I don't feel getting stabbed in the but and my toe makes me swear every time it brushes against the one next to it? Bah.

I've been itching to do writing lately, and have gone over several things for several things. Not Abeyance because I'm a bitch though, sorry man. I will, seriously. But I'm glad that writing strikes me now, for two reasons. One is that the Morris West writing competition at school has started again, meaning it is time for me to defend the title I earnt last year, the first time it was held. Unfortunately, they've spilt it into junior and senior school, meaning I can only defend half my title. Damn. The second, and more cool reason, is that Dad bought some software called Dragon recently, that types out what you say. A dictating machine. Awesome. =p I hope we can install it on my computer too. ^^

I'm feeling sick more and more lately. Like, turned stomach, sore body, all sorts a crap. I suppose it makes sense; full bore for half a year runs you down, and alot of year 12 seems to be the same lately. However, it's annoying. I don't like feeling weak. ... er.

Time to go to band and play tuba. Fun~