Happy Hundreth

Yes. It is my 100th post and it will be like any other post. We'll see at the end.

Note to everybody- (a little late, sorry) I got my 012 number back so please call/sms your number to me if you haven't already. All your numbers are gone. GONE! So if you intend to continue keeping in contact (I don't see why not!), please contact me, thanks.

Here is some fantastical news- I just got my laptop. Wee. You will see me online in the twilight hours of the night. You have been warned. I will bug you if the need arises. You have been warned.

I had a presentation for Pubic Speaking yesterday (I can see you cracking up Syar), it was Informative Speech, so thank the heavens I didn't have to crap of the top of my head. But I still screwed it up (of course you would!); I went too fast and read too much from my 'script'. But in all fairness, there was alot of legal aspects in my speech and you know how complex those clauses are. I chose Sexual Discrimination at the Workplace and I had to mention the Equal Pay Act! Had. To. Well, I had major fun researching for the topic (no, I am not being sarcastic). Susan Faludi is my new heroine. Read her book called Backlash, you will be disgusted with the American Government. And men. But tell me, who isn't disgusted by men. (I can hear you yelling 'Sexist pig!' and 'Man-hater!' but I really don't care). I love one man so he ain't counted. Only sometimes. Nyahaha. I'm kidding. (That's cause he's my little boy). (I can hear cries of "paedophile!" now).

Anyway, I am getting new glasses in two weeks and I looke like the Supreme Overlord King of all Nerds so I love them. So did Mom but she's just happy that nobody's going to want to boink me anymore. Works for me just fine. I hope you know what I meant by boink. If you didn't, come spend 2 hours with me, you'll be an expert on the topic. (No I am not offering to boink you,emotional clove writer, I will just tell you dirty jokes is all).

Should I be doing some kind of special flashback thing because it's my 100th post?
Better yet, I shall tell you what I've been nostalgic about. You wouldn't believe it:

School.

Yea, that's right. In some ways, I am still mourning over the fact that I never really bothered to make the effort to fit in. That too for stupid reasons. Those who went to high school with me will know (all too well). I am aware that I've made this abundantly clear but the nostalgia has been hitting hard (it does that sometimes) these past few days. I see my brother go to school and I wish I was him (except that I would not have chosen to go to an international school). Life was so wonderfully simple, it was me who made it obnoxiously complicated. I blame Evanescence sometimes (have you read their lyrics, I mean, geez woman, stop with the self-pity already!). But no, all jokes aside, I am the only person to blame for it. That's probably why I love college now (at most times, despite the fact that I dislike my major) and I want to enjoy every minute of it because this time next year I'll be in...

Perth.

In some ways, I can't wait. In another way, I don't want to leave home. I don't know what I'll do without everything and everyone here.

(To my dear- I am so happy because I know you'll be there to make it easier for me. Thank you for considering me in your future, it means alot to me).

So, to all the people that I love, help me enjoy my last year here. I'll pay you if you don't do it willingly. Hah. You wish. Well, I want to see everybody as much as possible, if it's not too much to ask for.

Hint- If you take me to a bookstore, I will never forget you. Or Toys R Us (I've recently developed a strange attachment to that place; especially with the stuffed dogs).

I'm kidding, take me anywhere and spend time with me. I'm easy to please.

I'm off, cheers!
Here's to a hundred more. (OH NO!)