Relaxation feels pretty good.

It feels like I haven’t blogged in ages. So I’ll make this one a nice little cacophony of thoughts, events, and other news. Cacophony. I like that word.

Michael’s party was fun. A little divided, but really, I don’t know what I was expecting. Our present was the best ever. “Is this a chocolate coin?” *holds up chewed foil*

I did not have any raunchy dreams on your mattress Maddie. I was just embarrassed about the people who popped into my dreams. Ehehehe *blushes*

I’m a leeeetle bit obsessed with Dawn of the Dead, by Does It Offend You, Yeah? right now. I think it’s the excitement for Coaster manifesting itself. Manifesting. That was rather shrink-y.

I had to walk home from school on Friday, at half five, in the freezing cold, wearing bright green stockings, socks with green bows on them, and the world’s thinnest, least insulating cardigan ever. It was an unhappy evening. Made worse by the fact that the only reason I didn’t get picked up was because Ivan is the worst ever at passing on messages, and Dad seems to think that it’s my fault that he didn’t enter my new number into his phone when I gave it to him. Grr, etc.

Needless to say, I looked like the world’s biggest fool on Friday evening.

Friday at school was nice though. I probably still looked like a fool, but I was in similar company.

Meg talked to the Libertines guy! Hurrah for Meg!

Tenea’s speech was life-changing. “There is a definate possibility that we are not as alone as we think.” Dearie, you’ve got guts.

“You’ve got spunk, and balls. And I like that in a woman.” IT CROWD! I need season two, definately.

I’m pretty darn sure that Beanie Guy/Cameron/Sneddy *giggles* is not too good for you Jenny. He most probably doesn’t think you’re a creepy stalker either. He probably hyperventilates everytime he reads your comments, and can’t reply because he’s passed out near the computer. ^^

I slept for thirteen hours straight on Friday/Saturday. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. I’m amazed at myself.

Brendon didn’t Tweet back to me : ( There is an upside and a downside to this. Upside: Jenny does not kill me for having been Tweeted at by Brendon. Downside: I am not Tweeted at by Brendon.

Meg, I elevator-dance too. Best fun ever : ) Never let the cameras put you off everyone, and give it a go. Life is more fun when you let go once in a while.

I finally have NO MORE ASSIGNMENTS TO DO! Not ones that are due this term at least. With last week’s hecticness, this week feels like a little calm ocean.

“Be the kingof your own calm kingdom.”

I need a job everyone. This holidays, I will have handed my resume in to at least one place. Is it too picky of me not to want to work in any place which serves food? I think it might be, but I really don’t want to. I need money though.

I really want my iPod back guys. It’s starting to depress me. If anyone knows who took it, do tell me, or beat them black and blue until they appologise and return the silly thing.

I’d also like to register my displeasure with Mrs. Devridge for making us leave our bags in the change rooms. That’s why my dear little iPod is gone. *tear*

Tegan is right. The Presets just make you want to dance, no matter what the circumstances are. “A little creepy when you talk talk talk like like like that that that…”

I think I like Death Cab For Cutie partly because their lyrics have that slightly-creepy-stalker-ish vibe, but are also really sweet at the same time. That works for me. Am I a creep?

I lent The IT Crowd to Maddie. If she doesn’t like it, she will be punished.

I’m reeeeeally looking forward to crime fiction as a topic for next term. I love crime fiction. I just hope we won’t have to do speeches, and if we do, Jared doesn’t butcher Hound of the Baskervilles. That’s one of my favourite books, he won’t even get it, and if he crushes its spirit, as he did for Supersize Me, I’ll be so angry.

Dale really is a seedy kid. His little half mustache thing, whatever it is, creeps me out to an insane degree. The first time I saw it, not even joking, I threw up a bit in my mouth. It shouldn’t be legal.

This week, I just kept wanting to go to sleep and not wake up until Friday. In the end, I’m glad I didn’t, but I’m glad I won’t have any more late nights with assignments before the holidays.

Why is it that nearly every boy who I like, or who likes me, has curly hair? It’s really quite unusual.

I wish I had a better singing voice/had the courage to sing in front of people just so I could go to a busy street and sing this song really loud on the corner.  Photobooth, Death Cab For Cutie. It’s so sweet it hurts me to listen to it. But it’s a happy hurt. It might be nice to bring that kind of feeling to someone, even just one little person.

I’m in an odd mood this evening. I feel like wearing a hundred scarves and going for the longest walk I ever have, kicking up the dead leaves and singing as I go. And then just finding a little nook to curl up in somewhere, and sleeping for a month.

I think I like someone : | Someone who I’ve not liked before. It’s like, breaking out of the still slightly hung-up state I was in before, and it feels strange. I imagine I’ll get used to it though. I don’t know quite what to think though.

I think it may be a combination of the weather and this music, but I feel terribly restless. I want to get in a car with the people who are important, and just driving. Preferably in the rain. With a video camera, good music, and ten dozen packets of apple and cinnamon pretzles. We could all drive until we reached a beach, and sit in the car, in the warmth, and eat pretzles, and talk, or just sit, and be satisfied.

Like I said, it’s an odd mood. It’s been growing on me all afternoon.

I don’t know if I can write anymore. I just feel like sitting, thinking, and soaking in my relaxed state.

Have a nice evening everyone.