Guys... I've found Dave Franco

So i went to the temple yesterday and i saw a duplicate of Dave Franco. Most of you know how obsessed i am with Dave franco so when i saw this guy i nearly died. He was the brown version of dave franco. However here comes the funny part. He was not another fellow worshiper going to the temple. He was the priests son who was carrying out his fathers job for the day. Yes enough said. Very embarrassing. T___T none the less he did look like a replica of Dave!

Why must the honest people die?

Why is it that the most honest and lovely people have to die first. I wish my grandfather was alive. Today i started my body of art for my HSC and my concept is my grandfather.  I only wish he was here to see it. He would have been so happy to see me today, see how i am and what i do and what I'm like. He would be so proud to see me study, sing, drive and work. He would be so proud. You know, my grandfather loved me the most out of pretty much everyone in the world in my opinion. When i was born, he went to the registration office  and changed HIS birth date to the same one. I only knew of this when he died. All over the newspapers it had his birth and date day. His birthday said 14th June. I was shocked. That was my birthday. Obviously that wasn't his real birthday so i asked why was it on the newspapers. Then my grandmother told me that he had changed it the day i was born and kept it as a part of his identity till he died. I wish he was here. Actually he is here. He is always here, with me, in every step of the way. Looking down upon me and guiding me. I only hope and pray that i can live upto his dreams.

I will hit you across the face

So today while walking to Earth and Environmental class this stupid, obnoxious year 8 kid kept on bouncing his basketball and stopping me from getting to my class. He would move right next/infront of me going " ohh loookk! ohhh look". And me being the hot tempered person i am felt like hitting him across the face. Mind you, i controlled all those emotions, he was in the perfect angle for me to hit him. Instead, i got so pissed i bounced the basketball off him and threw it in the opposite direction and walked off. And just like a typical year 8 boy he winged "Heyy thats my ball!" Yepp your right that is your ball and now its rolling off. Halfway through the class Nazia, Maria and I went to wash our hands form the prac. I was telling Nazia and Maria the story and on out way back to class Nazia took the basketball and hid it. When the bell went we waited in a corner to see the guys reaction. However, Nazia hid the wrong ball. T______T  But its okay, i got him back. On my way back from the canteen, the guy saw me again and threw the ball in my direction. Stupid guy cant even aim straight it hit the ground. So Yafa picked up the ball and we walked off to the senior area. The charm of being a senior, the guys didn't come running after us. After i while i felt guilty and said that we should return the ball. So we went to return the ball and found that two of the guys friends were looking for the ball and came upto us when they saw it. But yeah thats my story. I wish i had hid it in the bush or something, they would have never found it then. Muhahah. But then again i shouldn't be saying that, I'm a senior.

Here's to another wave of emotions.

Here's to another wave of emotions that attack me every so often. And yet again it is the same old emotion that seems to turn my whole day upside down. Feelings of anger and enragement, like you want to scream at anyone who dares to talk to you. Feeling like you want to run away to someplace no one knows you, somewhere where the houses are old and made of bricks, covered in green ivory. Some place where its raining and storming so i can sit and stare out my window sill. Somewhere away from the fear of failure and not living up to not societies but your own expectations and those you love most. I just want to go somewhere far far away where i can just unwind for a couple of days and return, not maybe not return.  I found a four leafed clover yesterday, i should be showered with good luck and success, yet all i seem to be getting is failure and no luck...

And so yr 12 it began

So school started on Monday. And while it came as a shock to well only me it was a pretty bad sunday. I marked sunday as my last weekend ever, my last day on sanity and watching movies and sleeping before school starts. I had planned to watch cartoons with my mum and spent monday morning before graduation talking to friends which i would properly not talk to for a long time. Whilst i was in the middle of my dream period Maria also known as my Clyde texted me. She asked what books i was going to bring for school tomorrow. I laughed at her and said that school doesn't start till tuesday. Well turned out joke was on me because school was on monday. I spent the remainder of my sunday getting my books ready and going basically insane.

On monday

•  Our disgusting and satan possessed Maths faculty gave all two unit students a maths test for which about 40-50% of the students were unprepared for as they didn't get a notice. 
•  We graduates and had to endure boring speeches

On tuesday

•  Realised how good my biology teacher is this year
•  Got to bring my Yr 11 art works home
•  Got a heart attack when they were calling out the names for the new english classes. I didn't know what to expect and thought i would go down. But thankfully i dint.
• Julie and I are in the same class. May i add Julie was exstatic. 

Tomorrow is Wednesday which means that we get to leave school at 12:40! MUAHAHA >:D

On other news i was so tiered from studying yesterday that i woke up at 8 am. Just to let you guys know, my bus leaves at 8:03. I slept through my alarm and my mum who said she woke me up a few times but i just fell back asleep. Which is actually pretty believable. 

*** THE CUTE/HOT/CAPABLEOFCONCERINGFRANCE  GUY FROM YOUTH CAMP WAS ON CHANNEL 7 YESTERDAY. I WROTE ABOUT HIS GODLY APPEARANCE IN MY "UN YOUTH CAMP POST SO GO CHEK THAT OUT***