What the eff?

Some dudes from year 8 think they can convince our lovely principal to let them have untucked shirts by making 300 and something people sign a petition =.="

Ok, it's nice of them to think so bravely and courageously, but I bet it's not going to work. Quote from the 300000 word explanetory document that they spent hours and hours to write: "According to the uniformal code, no uniforms should reveal bad body shape. We believe that people who have bad body shape are made to feel uncomfortable about their image when they are forced to tuck their shirts in. "

They fail to realize that leaving their shirts untucked DOES make the school population look like hobos D; LOL. I refused to sign it, and so did all the girls on the bus =D



Yesterday, we had our PASS excursion at Manly!! It was the besst. Except for the fact that we had to wear those disgusting red rash shirts which were still wet from the previous school. And, my legs were still aching like hell from monday and tuesday. AND, on top of that, the elastic band that was tied around a corner of my board shorts somehow fell off while I was running so they kept slipping down. Stupid Target, the 20% off swimwear section didn't even have size 7 board shorts ;(. Anyway, then I swapped boardies with Tammy, because her's had a string which you could use to tighten it.

After the boring theory bit, we went down to the beach and had to do these random drills where we run a few matres into the water and go around in a circle and then run back out o.O'', and then we had to do the same thing ducking under the waves. Then we go body boards and minisurfed the waves back to the shore, and that was the worst bit of the day because my board flipped the wrong way which resulted in me coming out of the water with my eyes brightbrightbright bloodshot red, sand up my nose and the back of my throat clogged with the acidic sensation of over-concentrated salt.

DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MY EPIC STACK ON TUEDAY? Ok, well, since I overstrained my thighs on monday from doing those stupid standing long jumps and then 2 hours and 15 minutes of ballet after that, on Tuesday morning when I was walking down the stairs at Epping (which was more like me hobbling down the stairs one at a time whilst trying to go faster in order to get to Epping Bakery quicker), my left thigh collapsed in a spasm of pain and then I slipped and landed on my arse in front of a crowd of people! Ahh wtfck ==. Then, because I didn't want to seem rude to the nice old people who asked if I was alright, I gritted my teeth into a very very very very very sweet smile and graciously said "I'm alright, thankyou", as if I wasn't internally crying out in pain and agony. I must admit, non-asian people are really nice. Not that I'm suggesting that asians are not nice. Ok.

WTFCKKKKK. Today we got our English Major Work back. And guess what Llosregni said about my novel!!!!!:

"This story was very predictable and cliched. Even the "red rose" at the end was too obvious. You can tell a story but try and think of a more original storyline next time."

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lynette.