Popular demand calls for this. We don’t really look twinny in this picture, do we?
Archive for February, 2009
politics? I’m already dressed for the occasion!
Published February 27, 2009 uncategorized 6 CommentsI’ve finally been reunited with my twin sister, Stella, who’s slightly over a month older than me – our mom must have had an extremely horrible time in the operating theatre. She’s the smart, cute one with seven A1s (edit: eight) for her Os (sorry, twin, took the liberty of rifling through your archives) and she’s in Street Dance. Whoo! I have a twin sister who isn’t really related to me, which means I get to lead a life which is twice as cool, without having a petulant lookalike living in my house and pouting at me!
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My life thus far has thankfully not been all about selection interviews and Econs tutorials, though they have no doubt been a sizeable, tedious portion in my budding school life. I’ve been getting to know people I’d probably never have known through the proper channels. Life is too short to wait for the right moment and there’s no point feeling awkward around people if taking the intiative would break the ice considerably. (The truth, of course, is that I really want to get into Council and I wouldn’t even bother making friends with you if I figured that grabbing your baby brother and taking a photo with him would give me a better shot at being voted in. But no one has a baby brother, so you guys would have to do. I promise to make the world a better place!)
Damn it, I need a muse.
Term One is almost over, and I’m still orientating myself to school. It’s pretty unsettling to see the jerks and jocks and recluses of last year become lively and chatty and charming (and de-bespectacled). Co-education scares me, it was so much easier when the other gender was little more than a hazy myth of mindless brain-eating banshees who had their Y-chromosome bitten off when they were two.
Gee, I can’t believe I actually have to spend the latter half of my life almost exclusively with one of these people.
Today was almost like my dream day, because I slept ten hours and and played stupid games with nine-year-old cousins (pingpong ball into the waste paper basket, I was leading 7-3 before the cheating began) and attempted some reading (alas, whatever happened to the unquenchable thirst for knowledge of yore?) and Facebooked excitedly for any slightest activity in the lives of almost-acquaintances. The only thing missing was a cute chick materialising in my room, capable of witty and enduring conversation.
I’ve spent quite some time today trying to figure out how to load Tetris and the like on my graphic calculator, while my DS sits in a corner of my table, dejected and alone in all its clamshell promises of touchscreen Technicolor. Sorry, DS, you may be unbelievably sexy but you’re not new.
I was walking home and singing to myself, and I did a turn and suddenly the sun was in front, shining down on me. I felt like Ash Ketchum, with a Pikachu on my shoulder, walking down the proverbial tall grass route at the end of the episode. And it felt so good, I wasn’t a student anymore but the main character in a show who always wins (eventually) (somehow). And I walked on and walked on and walked on as the credits rolled, and suddenly a thick envelope didn’t mean so much to me anymore.
It’s a weird thing to sleep at six in the evening. I woke up at ten and thought it was morning and wondered why my computer was making weird MSN sounds. This after a string of dreams preying on my insecurities. I’m living life, but barely; 16 is no age to be having a mid-life crisis.
I would regale you with interesting school life stories as before, but there aren’t any! I need more things I can make fun of with gay abandon. Everything around me is plastic and perfect. I’m the only one riddled with chinks.
as convoluted as I’ll ever get, watch this space
Published February 15, 2009 uncategorized 4 CommentsAT FIRST I WAS AFRAID
I WAS PETRIFIED
and then I felt like dying about fifteen times today
but my body is a temple of Christ and I won’t go to Heaven if I commit suicide and I will survive whatever it is, EVEN GIRLS. AND HOMEWORK. AND GIRLS.
Okay, so maybe I won’t survive homework, but I’ll survive the unglamorous footprint you left on my life.
I will drink the night away~! Enough water to keep my pee CRYSTAL-CLEAR for a week. Just you wait and see!
Math tutorial, ACCOMPLISH!!!
(not everyday you feel like fainting while practically leading worship alone, but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and sometimes, what DOES kill you has the same effect!)
I’ve been petty, unreasonable, bitchy, selfish, obsessive, compulsive, disorderly and insecure.
Well, on the bright side, today probably isn’t the worst day of my life for ever, because tomorrow might be!
No, I’m not dead, just severely paralysed.
Orientation was a blast, as orientations go – not every day you make a sister! – and it’s hard to imagine that just tomorrow we’ll be shuffling our feet to class. Matriculation and JIP (and indeed, the events of last Sunday, whatever they were) seem like events of the distant past. I’ve been bitchier than I’ve been in years. I’ve realised that RGS girls aren’t as bad as I’d dreamed them up to be – they are slightly worse.
I’m pleased with HH07, because for all the cliquishness and clumping, we still warmed up to one another in the end (some more than others). We have inside jokes and we have a cheer/mantra. I’m not exactly brimming with charisma, but I crack a mean joke. (OGmates are still reeling at “in-SuLyn” to date.)
Word has also been going around that I have a doppelganger with long hair. She is from BB and her name is Stella. If you’re from BB and your name is Stella and you think you look like me, drop me an email! Interviews commence next week, prepare a short two-minute dance routine. No, I’m not interested in you – can you imagine dating yourself, except with long hair? – but we could make stilted doppelganger conversation!
Stilted Doppelganger Conversation
Matthew: Hey.
Doppelganger: …Hey.
Matthew: Hmm.
Doppelganger: You have two more pimples than me! Loser!
Matthew: I’m sure that’s better than that one long nose hair sticking out your nostril, bitch!
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