Well. I guess I've graduated. We had our speech night and afterward I cried like a loser. Though you have to admit, being at SHAGS for
twelve years is a looooong time. Over half my life. And now it's
over and if I get into uni, that means I'll be going to school with *LE GASP!* BOYS! (lol). I'm pleased about it all yet at the same time really really sad.
When Tina went and got her prize for dux she did the funniest nod to us. It's just so like her. Apparently Stanners told her to acknowledge us in some way or something.
That's the last time I'll say the school prayer that Mrs Miller and Mrs Brian made us learn off by heart in year five. The last time I sing 'Lord Dismiss Us,' though I'm totally going to
continue to sing the school hymn at home. [
The faithful few fought bravely. Alliteration FTW!]
Now we have a few lovely weeks to stress about TEE results. Plus have I mentioned I need a job? Augh. I'm annoyed at myself; I still haven't gone to see-SAW (lol, as always) III yet. Perhaps I'll just wait until the DVD.
On a completely different note, WHY IS IT TAKING LP SO LONG TO RELEASE THEIR NEXT ALBUM!?!?! It was meant to be out at the end of this year, but has been postponed to next year. I hope it isn't
too gangstizzle... I'm sure it'll be good, but I'm getting nervous!
PS: People who read my section in the Chronicle, I wasn't trying to burn down the school in year three. I was just trying to burn a little hole in a piece of paper with a magnifying glass. Completely harmless.