My holidays are almost over. One week is not enough.
Mum's been away in China for the last week so it's mostly just been me and Rianna. Yesterday we had McDonalds for lunch and ordered pizza for dinner. Today Rianna had left over pizza for breakfast, and then we had McDonalds for lunch again. So unhealthy. -.- But srsly, there's nothing else to eat. Dad keeps having guests over and cooking weird food, which is completely unappealing, or he goes out and has dinner with his mates. And there's nothing to cook... not even instant noodles. *starves*
I had a weird and stressful dream this morning. I was in Year 12 again, except I was at Koonung and not GWSC. And in the dream my teacher (Mr Bryson o.O) told me that I had three exams the next day: Specialist Maths, Maths Methods and Literature. The Literature exam was at 11am, and Spec was scheduled for 1:30pm. And then I woke up on Friday at 1:30pm and was like oh shit, I missed my exams! Ugh, such stress.
I'm pretty sure that dream was born from my having to photocopy my academic transcripts yesterday. In the same folder was my VCE transcript, which had all my Year 12 subjects on it, including Lit, Methods and Spec. And I guess the Koonung bit came from my stressing over the lesson plans that I still need to do for Ann.
Lyan and Julia were somehow in my dream as well, except they were fighting because Lyan kept eating all the food. Hmm. I don't know how my subconscious came up with that one.
In other news:
[+] A parcel from selina_
arrived, which made my week. She is awesome. :)
[+] I've been playing random flash games on Kongregate
a lot. It is addictive. Really addictive.
[+] I've made up my mind to get the Xbox 360 over a Wii. I have promised myself the 360 for when I get a job. Much more incentive to find one, methinks.
[+] I've almost finished Love, Death and the Changing of the Seasons
, and it's amazing. For those of you who don't know, it's the story of a love affair between two women written completely in sonnet form. I'm not usually an avid poetry reader, but this book pwns me. It helps that all the sonnets fit together to make a single narrative. Narrative is ftw.
Here is my new favorite poem, a break up sonnet:
Did you love well what very soon you left?
Come home and take me in your arms and take
away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
Never so full, I never was bereft
so utterly. The winter evenings drift
dark to the window. Not one word will make
you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake
from your night toward me. The only gift
I got to keep or give is what I've cried,
floodgates let down to mourning for the dead
chances, for the end of being young,
for everyone I loved who really died.
I drank our one year out in brine instead
of honey from the seasons of your tongue.