English Class

I sit there as the rest of my class rolls their eyes over Shakespeare and politics. I tell myself that there is still more time till the end of the lesson, and suddenly it is upon us. This depresses more than anything. I have to go home, where I can only hope to achieve the hilarity of my English class.

I love my English class. I don't care what people think about English, and how it is boring, my English class is perfect. Here we have a class full of interesting people, with contrasting personalities, led by a weird left-wing nutjob, who resembles that dude off of Mythbusters, who calls me a weird right-wing nutjob. The class is fairly intellectual, all possessing weird obsessions, and always leading off-task to many different topics, which is often led by our teacher himself.
I sit with my cohorts, the intriguingly intellectual Indie and more bro than life Elisha, often compounded by the misanthropic friend, Patrick. We are forgetting Kent. That's his actual name.

Our friendships run deep, yet we are willing to sacrifice over small differences, such as Indie's dislike of chocolate pudding earning herself a reprimand from Elisha and me.

We spend our lessons generally criticizing everything and anything, and in between that, we do our schoolwork. On the most occasion we spend our classes in the computer room, Indie, Elisha and I clearly use our time efficiently, looking up emo blogs, and laughing in hilarity over the pettiness of those who are apparently our age. Currently, dear Patrick is modernizing scenes from Hamlet, portraying young Hamlet as an emo. But to be fair, Hamlet is emo.
We're a very cynical bunch, in English class. Very laidback as well. And clearly extraordinarily dirty.
Actually, where did our teacher go? I'm actually writing this up in class if you guys wanted to know.
Oh right, back to what we do in class.
Indie and Elisha have this habit of referencing Classical Studies during every analysis of our current topic Hamlet. Patrick enjoys pointing out grammatical errors, and laughing at Shakespeare in general. I along with Elisha, always search for dirty puns, whereas Clare is a dirty pun. The trust group, comprised of Kat, Vicky and Thu, spend most of the laughing in hilarity at the cynical nature of our dear class, whereas the quiet Liam often sheds a smile.
Then there is Treasure, who provides most of the hilarity with her 'Talk before you think' approach to English Studies, often skewing the already hilarious puns the class has made up.
Despite what many might think, our class does manage to do a lot of work. It's just that we tie it all together with hilarity, cynicism, good grammar, and a sufficient dose of dirtiness.

Now I am off to go read more emo blogs with Elisha. Actually makes me want to write one just to see how much I make myself laugh with how pathetic it is. And there goes Thu who is boasting about her superior scores in her iPod Touch game.
I love Indie. I hope she reads this bit.

Yousif Bayati

I met Yousif last year, when I arrived at Eynesbury. It was 'love after we both realised we couldn't have Steve' sight. We felt each other up, flirted, and ultimately, told everyone dirty stories that we did throughout the holidays. Truth is, we did do horrible things to each other throughout the holidays and everyone should believe this.

Such as the case at Formal, last year. We tried to out-douche each other.
He went in a white-pinstriped suit, not seen in the picture.
And I went in a HOT pink vest.
Who won? No one knows. (Obviously me, he looked like a retard, but I looked like the douche)

And again, our love for each other progressed further than that. We soon began making out in public and doing bad things to each other in front of all the girls which would traumatise them for the rest of their lives.

Such as the case here, where I tried to rape his back. Bad luck Jade got in the way.. Damn that woman.. Major cockblocked me here. I had Yousif SOOO keen. But yes, this was obviously in public.
Now, you would think by now, we would make our relationship official. Well, we did. We facebook-married. We alternated husband and wife. One would be husband on these days,
Me = Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Yousif = Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday.
Sunday = alternating.

But yes, our love was growing. Now we included all the guys in some way. We both lusted for Steve. Trent was never far away. We were always talking gay about Nick. Harry was just an easy target. Kent.... No, we won't go there. Too straight for us. Mr. Eynesbury Bandit.

We were doing well, and obviously we were estatic when he got his P's.. Yousif, being Yousif, became an instant hoon. First time I went hooning with him, New Years Eve. That's right, I trusted him with my life, on New Years Eve, where we almost shared a New Years Kiss before we both saw the same ass walk by us.. Well, I certainly did. According to the picture, I was licking his nipple.
And here, I even let him take up most of the picture. I'm a picture whore, and attention seeker. This shit is serious. Damn, don't we look hot?

So, we rolled into the new year on a high, got back to school to see our new crop of kids. I search for my love, who appears to be sitting with a girl. I laugh. Me and Yousif, with girls? Maybe we enjoy to stare at them, of course, but obviously we were only with each other.
I get home later that night, and jump on facebook. Bombshell dropped. Yousif has changed his facebook status back to being single. I was cut. I didn't know what happened. I come up to him tomorrow at school, and hassle him about it.
According to him, he just didn't 'feel' me anymore. My heart was shattered. I locked myself in my room and didn't come out for weeks. And when I finally emerged. I arrived back at school to see Yousif getting cozy with someone. And not just anyone. Not Kent, that would kill me. But a GIRL!!!!


I was so cut. I was dropped, for a girl.
Her name, Allana. Basically, she was the female version of Yousif. Except, Yousif has a bigger vagina and bigger boobs. I was dying inside, but sucked it up to talk to Yousif.
It soon became clear, that I could win Yousif back. Because I was the main part of his heart. Allana was great and all, but obviously I am the one for Yousif.
So now begins my quest to win Yousif back. I third-wheel them in pictures, I make out with Yousif at school, and try to strangle Allana whenever I hug her. This quest will be tolling, and I may end up having to make some hard decisions, such as wearing sluttier clothing, or learning how to cook fast food for Yousif. But I'll win him back. For now, I'll do shit like this.

Allana. ME AND YOUSIF <3

Nostalgia

I got my laptop back today. Although it's extraordinarily small, and very compact, the screen being maybe, 10-inches, it feels natural.

My fingers are assuming natural positions on the small keyboard, and the light weight makes it perfectly comfortable to be balancing on my stomach, while i laze around in bed.

I have been lazing around in bed since, well about 4 hours because of it. Other laptops are too big and bulky, and usually have their power cords on the wrong side, but not my laptop. It's perfect for me.

Despite the slow internet I had been suffering for the entire time, up until now.. (I hope), it has served me well.

So, now I lay here, staring at this majestic machine, with no built-in disc drive, and hardly capable of any practical, educational use, and I see past it's flaws, into it's soul.. Which in this case, I'm going with the screen.. I would put pictures up, but I'm extraordinarily lazy at the moment. So, it's a white EeePC, or what it says on the laptop.. I'm too lazy to remember what it is.. Oh, the joys of holidays..

New Years

Sweltering heat shocks me awake. I sit up, breathing hard, with the fan next to me moving, only blowing air into me at the end of every half-rotation. I get up to fix the fan into a fixed position, breaking it. I sit there for 10 minutes trying to fix it, before deciding it was a lost cause and dumping it into my sister's unoccupied room. She wasn't there. It must be late. I go back to my room to check the time. 6:30 AM. I shat myself.

'What the hell am I doing up at 6:30AM? No wonder I am so tired' I think to myself as I go downstairs to find both my sisters sleeping on the cooler couches. My parents are up. They see me up, and automatically assume I'm going out. I sit there, being grilled over what I'm doing that night, to which I had to confess my late-night plans of hitting the town. Now that my mum knows, she could hold this over my head, using it to make me do harder chores. I hated when this happened. So, I am lying there, on the couch. Still epically tired from my late night, and unusual sleeping patterns. I fall asleep. Next thing I know, I'm in my room again, and it's now 11:30. My mum is really annoyed now that I haven't done any chores....

So, my day didn't start out too fun, and didn't exactly end on a high note, but still, new years, was a success from last year. Last year, I was left supporting my two, rather tall friends, who were falling over drunk, after being cockblocked by one, and breaking a coat-hanger with the other, who also broke a lamp and apparently a vase.

I went down to the bay, like all the other young teenagers. But unlike most teenagers, I was not drunk or high. I was fully sober. Excited by Yousif's mad driving, which probably almost killed us on many occasions, but not drunk in anyway.

So, as I wander around the bay with my group of asians, I say hello to my fellow revelers, showing the great Aussie spirit, jumping around with randoms for the sake of it.

As the time draws closer, my group finds an awkward position not close to anything, while standing there taking a numerous number of pictures. It must've been fair unorganised, because the next thing we know, we are counting down from 5. The fireworks didn't go on for too long, but I still managed to lose Mary, Tammy, Johnny, Anthony, Yousif and Husam...

Generally, my New Years was uneventful. A bit of this and that, but the bay did not live up to its reputation of being 'off the hook' at new years. Despite the large amount of drinking at the bay, which was supposed to be a 'Dry Zone', I was quite disappointed that it didn't get rowdier.

Maybe next year, when I'm a legal adult, I will enjoy a new years to the full extent. Actually, I was rather unlucky to be in Adelaide for new years, as I was supposed to be Melbourne, but my darn't parents didn't let me go..

The group, minus the ones standing behind the camera.

From the left:

Tammy, Husam, Linda, Yousif, Johnny, MEEEE, Mary and Anthony.

Aren't we cool?

My gosh, I sooooo love.. them shorts.. My 'Peter Pan' Shorts, dubbed by Tammy (pictured)

But seriously, who wants to grow up?

Black, White, Black, Black and White, BABY BLUE!

First girl, I met once, the other I met for the first time, and yet I still have the gall to pose. I am a champion.

Hope for next year!