WHEEEEEEEEEE.

I feel like a baseball today: sore, cramped and tossed around. I'm definitely not going to sit in my emo corner at school any more. Speaking of, exams are finally OVER. The semester is OVER, and my Maths worries are OVER. I can finally start English Lit, which I couldn't do because it clashed with my compulsory Maths unit, which I'm dropping. :D :D :D

Holidays. Winter holidays. I love winter.

What to do, what to do? The answer? Reading for Lit. I've finished The Catcher In The Rye, found it to be very abstract and surprisingly adult. :

A Streetcar Named Desire, I read it when I got it because I made the connection between the play and the Simpsons episode, and I was very curious. This book also included the play The Glass Menagerie, and so I read that too. Found myself identifying with Laura, so strange and different that a guy caller can't find her attractive.

Which leaves Much Ado About Nothing. And I studied this play a couple of years ago.

My book Catty is finished, with the latest draft standing at 26,000 words. And I only just realised that I thought the writing would be hard, but getting published is the biggest difficulty I've ever faced. The main publishers I thought of aren't accepting unsolicited manuscripts. I even considered self-publishing with sites such as lulu.com and blurb.com, but these require money. :P

But I have found a potential: Penguin Books.

Some final touches to my manuscript, and I'll give them a try. Wish me luck? :)

A pre-exams rant for you all.

School this week. People ask me for all these answers. Answer to this and that. Even in Maths, which I'm pretty hopeless at. But I've had my own questions this week, and that's really shocked some people. How to react when someone who apparently knows the answers is asking questions themselves? For some, it's the apocalypse.

I don't rush home and study. NO WAY. I don't think I've picked up a school book outside of school for a couple of weeks! Probably a bad thing to say, considering we have exams next week, but I can't be STUFFED studying.

I hate how in society, even the tiniest amount of intellect in someone is condemned, not rewarded.

My brain is soooo cloudy right now, been having these super intense, vivid dreams lately. It's like I'm awake. But I can't tell you what they're about - I can't even remember them. I wake up, and ten seconds later I'm going, " . . . what the?"

Good luck, for those of you sitting exams. :P

Dogwalking.

I walked two dogs today. My grandma's called Harry, and our own called Jessie. Two different experiences altogether.

I found a problem with Harry. I'm not quite sure what breed he is, but he's too SMALL. Jessie's a Labrador. Harry actually TROTTED, and only for a block. I see why everyone wants them - to pose. :P I took Jessie straight afterwards. Boy, there was a difference. Pun intended. Harry's a boy. He lifted his leg up at everything. I mean, EVERYTHING.

Jessie's a girl. Not so macho. Plus, she was actually eager for a walk. She set off on a gallop straight off. I always keep up with her by running. :D

There's always these annoying kids down our street that ride up and down on scooters, they're just annoying. We met them about a block in - they all had to get out of the way. They were SCARED. "WOAH, that's a big dog."

Actually felt like I accomplished something today when I got home exhausted.

The Theo Therum/The Mishy Moo Rule

Mel wanted me to put up my bitch theory, so here it is: The Theo Therum (otherwise known as the Mishy Moo Rule rofl) I did come up with this theory while attending an all-girls' school, so excuse the 'she's and 'her's.

Like every theory, this one has exceptions, but I'll get to those in a minute.

Girls get bored in their own environment if they're there for a few years. So they feel the need to bitch and gossip. Torment people. For FUN. May seem like an exaggeration, but if you get the short end of the stick, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

The main point is that if you've been to more than two schools (primary and secondary), you're not a bitch. More than two schools, you've started over at least once. It's pretty daunting.

The exceptions?
-You've been to only two schools, but you're not bored with yourself. You're happy. :D
-You've been to more than two schools and you've still ended up as a bitch.

So there you have it. Agree or disagree, but it's been proven.

Homework avoidance at a new level.

So, I'm about to wash the dishes while listening to Paramore. And just casually shove the homework pile into a dark shady corner - at least until tomorrow, anyway. :P New playlist included below, knock yourself out. Especially loving "Crushcrushcrush" (especially on the live version, at 0:32-0:36 "Oh, it makes no sense at all") and "That's What You Get".

(8) So won't you fly with me?

Exams are coming up. BOO. Nonetheless, I couldn't be happier. I expected school to go really slow, but the weeks are all but flashing by, faster by the week. Any second, I'm going to blink and it's going to be the end of the semester. Crazy.

And I couldn't be any happier than this.