one soultion: PARTY! ...i wish! so yesterday during english, david and rebecca so kindly answered a question that i had on the HSC and turned it into a role-playing, sweat-building explaination (and not in that sense, my dirty peoples!) i definitely need to come to terms with how importantly retarded next term is going to get. get it right kimberley! argh. also, it seems like i am turning down my history extension offer. its not that i dont like it, it sounds very appealing! i just dont think that my mind and my appauling attitude towards work is enough to get me through the course. yes i have a very limited attention span, dont hate. but if i were to take the course, i would focus my essay around the history of film-making and discuss australia's impact on it. how sweeeeeeeeEeEeeeeEet!
over the past nights, i've been tediously transfering all my tv shows on my backup drive to my external drive and i've found out that there is clearly something wrong with my external :( it keeps on freezing/breaking down if i upload more than 5gb onto it at a time. zzzzz, so i would have to individually upload 3 episodes in each lot. very tedious indeed. but at least one can go to bed knowing that there will be extra space on her laptop to download more tv shows into! also on the note of technology, the progress of my cooking adventures is dismal. i cant be bothered anymore because maybe, i know what people are expecting. its so hard to please such a wide audience. but i cant help being on such high demand, ya know? JKS.
Lately, i think that i can no longer be bothered to keep up with people's emotions and feelings. im sick and tired of putting in the effort to keep them happy and content, so now its their turn. goodluck.
Now to leave you with a brilliant song that i've found via Greys Anatomy :)
The Story; Brandi Carlie
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
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