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I havent blogged in six days. If I was a New Zealander I would have said "sex days" and you would all laugh. Except I'm not. Also people talking and typing are two different things. Good thinking there. Why did I even bother typing that. And now I'm just going on about it and making myself look even more stupid. Gosh.

I dont really have anything to talk about? I haven't done any homework and I don't intend to. I think I will just write more potential music for our next assessment and practice my Darth Vader voice for play-reading in English. Not that my character is particularly evil or anything, it just makes things interesting. LUKE STOP MAKING BREATHING NOISES IN THE BACKGROUND!! Otherwise I'll pause and everyone will hear you and think to themselves a reason why your hands are under the table! What fun that will be biatch.

This Saturday Daniel and I are going to Macarthur to pick up girls I MEAN WATCH A MOVIE. 0___0. District 9 it is. A documentary about alien slums in Africa or something? Looks sick. Our first movie outing as FIFTEEN YEAR OLD'S.

Oh and also I should mention my Sea Monkeys died. About a week ago. Heh. My theory is that cannibalistic Emily (I capitalised your name!) Sea Monkey ate her small, tasty accomplices, and then spontaneously combusted. Anyway yeah I'm really sad.

"emily: man you're gonna be a bad parent if you can't even raise sea monkeys"

Argh.