So Much to Tell You. 1

February 10^th

I am not accustomed to others noticing my pain or misery (not really one for openly showing, but I felt miserable today). But today when I was with my friends, feeling rather gloomy after almost passing out, they all noticed and berated me with questions about my wellbeing; asking me if I was okay and why I was so sad. It was unexpected. Why should they take time from their laughter and smiling to ask me, miss frown upon if I am okay But they did, and eventually I opened up to feeling ill, my friend said I looked woozy, and I was. It made me brighten some that they could care.

I spoke to the boy my best friend has become infatuated with. He doesn’t seem to like me though; he grunted rather grudgingly an answer to my question. It also took me a good three minutes to locate my mobile phone from my bag, making me three more minutes to my five minute late arrival to art. Silly Jimmy, telling me to come to class. The class was excessively boring; I drew a shitty sea landscape with a pencilled texta and pencil sun. Then with all my textas I wrote down what colour they were all in a row, one line to each colour. The video on Ken Done was shockingly daft and dull.

Lizzy drew in her book, and I and James drew on us more towards the end. He ended up with opposite colours to their names written on his arm, and the same star and cobweb drawing I drew on my wrist on his. Then we had a blesses break, which included me struggling with a computer I couldn’t log into and then going to see the aggravated little computer man for a username and password, seems last years were erased. How stupid. Oh well, now at least, I can save things on my own account. Not Lizzy’s. We didn’t have net either… apparently I have used $264 worth… but you know. Second week in, I am sure I managed that when it was the first time I had logged on. Sure.

After break I screwed around, typed up a few questions on the video, did one answer then discovered the camera button on the computer. Rather amused me and Lizzy for a while, that and finding the photo after it had been taken. Then I discussed Tsubasa Chronicles with Dan, arguing that the characters didn’t look like themselves in the movie (which they didn’t) but he thought they did. Jimmy made me think a bunch of random letters (djfd) was the answers to all our questions (my sight is slowly going) and I believed him coz I couldn’t quiet see. Oh what a fool I am.

Arrived late. Left early. I wasn’t waiting well over an hour for a bus. Or leaving my friend alone.

For summer it was extremely cold today. I shivered my way through. Rain. Dark clouds. Wind. And yet a few simple hours away, three hundred plus and rising people have lost their lives, three towns burnt from the map an 330 000 hectares and many more injuries and severe burns, people are suffering from the thirty one fires burning in my state. Three of which, some low life scum has deliberately lit. When caught, he’s going away for life in prison where he will be killed for man slaughter and mass murder. That man/woman needs to have each part of his body separately burnt to the last moment before he goes numb and chucked in a cell to suffer in painful, burnt existence. Fucker needs to suffer for lighting those flames which has decimated Victoria and taken so many lives.