Generally I do my blogposts after dinner, it's how it's always been.

Ehhhh not good. After dinner I am luxurious, relaxed...perfect for MVediting and basically being a chillax potato. (and when I generally go, 'OMG I HAVE HOMEWORK!!!'). Besides, my memories are fresh right after I return home from school.

...But right after I return home from school is when my ideas are fresh too, and out come the pencils and vegas and movie editors...


you do the math :P


so yeah, all my good posts have been demolished by crap timing and crap exhaustion. Puberty makes you more tired, yes? Damn puberty.


yes so anyway let's get highlights out of the way.




A day (or two? my brain fails me when i am happy) ago, Ms H handed out maths sheets. Otago Problem Solving. They are the closest to SG kind of maths I've ever gotten. Simple, and I've done those kinds before but still a challenge to me, most-unfocused-person-in-the-world.

'Okay, I'll hand the sheets out. You'll know how much you scored because I've put the amount of stickers equal to your score. Only one person got 5/5.'

I started clapping half-nonchalantly, at whomsoever it was.

I got back my paper, and I was 'Oh yay stickersssss - '

Caitlin: "Wow you've got 5/5 (!)"

...wow, really? was my response.


bahahaha I was clapping for myself xDDDD












also, I've been thinking.

I love my friends, they're beautiful.

but I keep thinking: I rely on them so, so much

and they must think of me:

they must think of me, the flaky Christie.

I'm the one never here. Sure I'm the Online Diety, i'm never offline only appearing to:
but I'm so far away from reality.




I reach for my friends, and I know I'll find them.

But if they reach for me...? surely, they will jump for joy when their fingers touch something because I think, as time grows: I'm slowly but surely fading away.

When will come the day when someone I love reaches for me...and I'm not there?

Ply her heart with gold and silver
And take your sweetheart down to the river

Dash her on the paving stones
It may break your heart
To break her bones
But someone's got to do, the culling of the fold. ♥ ~

next, today was assembly day. there was a piano performance. well, two actually, but the first one (sorry gal) paled horribly in comparison to the second.

psst we were all clapping before the boy even made his way up on stage xDD he was from our class, after all.


he played Pianoman, by billy joel. not only did he play, he did harmonicas. he even freaking sang.

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes...
But it's sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes.

I freaking fell in love.


That song is my drug now. and trust me if you look at my past list of medications, it has to be a damn good chemical to stay in my bloodstream



i love this song. it is my drug. thank you Jono. this song is my thunder, it is the soundtrack of my summer. ♥







PS/ tomorrow is Music Appreciation. My turn, I'm playin Time is Running Out by Muse ;D I'll torture my classmates to LxLight while I'm at it. Oh, the simple pleasures of life.