oh dear. i hafta recount. and i got it wrong. its 222...not 213.
i believe this journal is getting nowhere.
DoE service work was...alright. teaching kids with asthma is great. but my improvisation skills are lacking. it was my first day and already i was the only instructor making up a program.
i got my history assignment back. it was partner work. only my partner contributed some beautiful pictures to the 4-5 page assignment. if you are ever to get bebo, dont worry i still love you.
my speakers aren't working because the 'soundcard' or something got blown in the storm a week back, so i have to go upstairs everytime i want to listen to my cds. and if i want to watch some dvds/vcds-courtesy of nic, i hafta bring my laptop home. >.< or watch it with the family.
my knees really buggered. i stackd it down the stairs. face-first. and i had the swimming carnival the day after.
the swimming carnival? considering im not very fast, or rather, there are some freakishly fast swimmers out there who are a lot faster than me, and that they happend to be in my division, i came 5th or 6th for basically everything. which iseither second last or last. excpt for 200im. i came 4th, out of 4 swimmers.
what else is there to complain about the week? sorry. only the lovely computer will take in and not reject my complaints about the week. its my little complain corner. this morning in swimming i was already complaining about how the water would be so cold coz i didnt stretch, and i had only been there for 3 mins. i really should stop. ill praise it next week, if it treats me well.
this week has really been wonderful. bring on week5.

wOW...a journal! i never knew that this even existed here. no offence. i reckon journals are pointless. in my case. because i keep one for...one entry? and then either i forget about it, or i can't be bothered and say ill write-in this case type-in it the next day, or my life is so boring there's nothing to tell. its mostly 'a', and hope not 'c'.
it has already come to the point where i have nothing else to say. see? except that im screwd because i left all my h/w at school. doodoloododoo... i shall do it tomorrow morning.
well you very-bored-people, if ever you read down to this point please tell me. its nice to know that some people read these things.
on seconds, isn't it kind of like perving on other peoples lives? i think thats why its 'editable'. so say i said, I HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON -------!!
i could just erase the name the moment i came to my senses and realised this isn't exactly a private journal.
i can't believe ive typed so much. they always so its quality not quantity, but english teachers 'expect a minimum of 2 A4 pages'. i suppose its so we don't slack off and write half an A5 page. but itsa bit hypocritical i reckon.
1822 characters remaining. i don't think they should put a limit on you either. the sky is meant to be your limit right? who knows? through all my blabbering someone might find a cure for cancer. its possible. like say pick all the first letters of all the words ive got here. jumble them up abit. arrange them so that they look like chemical symbols. and voila!
i should start my 'homework'-my excuse for im bored of this already. if i ever write in this again, i shall congratulate and reward myself for being so committed. do you know, english teachers always recommend one to keep a journal. well i tell you, i have a million lying around the house and another thousand on the net. i have a feeling the english teachers think that continuing with the journal is part of it.
im so turned off already. imagine writing this much everyday.
by the way. if you really have read this far-anyone know any decent guitar teachers out there? i need one SOON.
If you haven't read it before. you hafta read 'saving francesca' by melina marchetta. its awesome. i read it in one night. brill book.
now im fully sick of this. GOODBYE.