Three month break

A few days ago, the HSC results were released..

At 6am.

Whoever decided that it was a good idea to allocate it at that time needs to go back to their adolescent years, stay up late, go to sleep, and realise how fucking hard it is to wake up at 6 am. So instead, I stayed up way past my bedtime and ventured into the dark and dangerous world of a midnight food hopper. Dark, being that it was past 12 am and the sky was, well, dark, and dangerous because Kripsy Kremes and Moochi makes me fat and unhealthy and that ultimately leads to obesity which leads to the endangerment of my health and ultimately death.

We ended up visiting Thomas and it was probably the deprivation of sleep that made Vi and I even consider driving from Thomas' house all the way to Vi's house to pack him lunch for the next day (princess) and then drive allllll the way back to his house. But we did. The distance wasn't much but I was putting my license on the line. Past curfew, guys, past curfew!!!

Somehow, I managed to stay up till 6, continue being awake till 9 with my boy and work a 4 hour shift (more like microsleeping through a 4 hour shift). Whinge whinge whinge, yeah sorry about that. I can handle a day being on only a few hours of sleep and being all sunshine and lollipops but if you take away all my sleep? Well, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you... with my whinging LOL just joking.

The results were okay but it was another gruelling 26 hours before I got my ATAR which meant another 26 hours stressing over whether my results would allow me to surpass the ATAR cutoff for my course, thinking of back up plans then discarding them because I REFUSE to not get in. I've made it this far... Please (insert university name of my choice), accept me??

On a different note, it's pretty disappointing when your view on something differs completely from another person. I'm not talking about views on people, music etc but it sucks when you put so much effort to maintain that "thing" and the feelings on the other side aren't mutual. It's not just one person that I've been feeling it with (although only one text was actually sent explaining how I felt), but people that changed when a different "thing" keeping us together was taken away. If you're getting confused, then good.

On a totally different note, I am crazily thankful for my boy.

whispers of tomorrow echo in my mind... JUST ONE LAST TIME

I am aware that I have the worst blog titles. And with this short, quick, numbered-list format lesson, so can you (LOL).

HOW TO COME UP WITH A BLOG TITLE WHEN YOU'RE STUCK/DANICA:

1. Listen to your favourite song on repeat

2. Google the lyrics

3. Find the one line which has no relevance to your blog post

4. Type it into the title box
5. Publish
6. Cry at the disorderly nature of your blog post
7. Repeat steps 1-6

Speaking of songs, I am in lo0o0ove with David Guetta's Just One Last Time featuring Taped Rai and I don't care what anyone says. David Guetta has good music too!!!! (this is to you, Jamie. you have shit taste in music???)

So the other day was Santosh's Surprise "S" Party and I came as a star.

Wonky star woo (hi lisa)

As if you couldn't tell that I was a star. Look at my left eye. The outline is of a star. Star starts with 'S'. The theme of the party was to dress up as anything starting with an 'S'. I have no hope left in those who've asked if I was Ke$ha/Lady Gaga. (Everyone)

Okay, fine, to be honest, I was more Ke$ha/Lady Gaga than a star, but I still had fun getting glitter in my eye, attempting to blink it out (while looking like I was having an epileptic seizure) then getting more in during the process. This would then repeat itself. You'd think that past experiences would make me wiser but clearly that was not the case. The thing is, I've done this once before, with a lightning bolt over one eye as a failed attempt to dress up as Storm from X-Men, but that ended with silver eyeliner all over my face and clothes and everybody which was a bad experience why do i never learn geez Danica.

Anyway, at Santosh's, I would rub at my eye and glitter would be lodged under my nail. The star would end up disconfigured and the end result was gold glitter around my eye, smudged to the point where the corners and edges disappeared and the star became a circle. And circle does not start with an 'S'.

I finally got a chance to hang out with Diem, and it was one of my favourite parts of the night. I feel as though since high school ended, all I've done is sleep in until 2 in the afternoon, work, eat Hershey kisses and cry over the upcoming ATAR and interview result releases (to Diem, I know you said not to mention it but i can't stop!! It is driving me crazy). This actually takes up most of my time since my days have dramatically decreased from seventeen hour days to just over ten. Some may feel as though I'm wasting precious time but I am just making up for the sleep that I've lost to the HSC.

Actually, I'm going to sleep. I don't have enough brain power to put my thoughts into words.

what post HSC has done to my boyfriend

Help.

i need to be free with you tonight

I need your love.

It's pretty sad how the increase in page views is from me refreshing the page to see the changes that I've made to the layout. It is also probably because only a few know the URL and the few that do know it, typed it into their browser, clicked enter expecting a blog filled with rainbows and smiles where everyone would just eat and be happy... and was presented with my previous post. Hence the 0 page views today LOL

Anyway, a few days ago I realised that I never want to work full-time. How did this sudden epiphany come to me? So, my dad works for this warehouse where they supply to florists, party stores and all those Hot Dollar stores you see in every shopping centre. My dad, deciding to be a wingman for me and his company, hooked me up with a job. That's great since post HSC means spending more money than I am earning.

At first, it was actually legitimately all rainbows and smiles (Take this moment to visualise a party store. Do you see smiley face balloons and rainbows? No? A$$). You're probably thinking right now, 'psh Danica, you're being surrounded by soft toys, balloons and flowers all day!!!' THERE YOU GO. That's the reason why working full time is not my cup of tea. All day. ALL DAY. How do adults do it.

"What I mean to you, do I belong?"

Ha ha, Ellie Goulding's I Need Your Love mentions belonging.

hey, how you doin'

I don't read blogs unless the content is interesting so chances are, you won't read mine.

Too tired to function. I should be asleep.