To the 'wow i'm actually aching when i'm laughing moments"
No life is lived without those.

Occasionally, I stop and still can't quite believe: I'm in Australia

I think:Of all microcosm of society I could have chosen, I ended up with this one.

I wonder: If it's the same everywhere else and

I know: No two person are the same, ever and you never meet someone halfway (they would be too blurry otherwise)

And then I go : Oh wow. [for a moment the perfectly constructed universe collapses and reveals the stage hands and actors in between costume before someone has the sense to pull the strings again. the world falls, like a souffle,seamlessly back into place]

That's it, that's all there is and I chug on.

In which it is the first week of school

"what do you mean it's only Wednesday? "

In which serial killers jokes are not appreciated anymore

Because teachers wheeling wooden crates around school is to be viewed upon with utmost suspicion.

"Well", the crates creek past, "its not a very creative place for dead bodies."

Silence ensues.

"Sureeee, because you would know."

In which everyone is revealed to be morally bankrupt at some point in their lives

"What class do you have next?"

"Economics"

"Ethics?"

"Yes, of course, moral and ethics."

"Good because you need some."

In which sometimes it's just worth it to get up at 6 in the morning

In which

Reallyrandomwise

The man in front of me waddles. I know it is not his fault but it is funny and I hide a laugh. He then takes out a bottle of what suspiciously looks like herbal tea. Laugh turns into a slight grimace and I speed past him.

"Excuse me," he calls out from behind. For a moment I think he has seen me laughing AND grimacing so I walk even faster.

"Excuse me miss," and because he is persistent, I turn back and answer "yes?" Mental note of the day: I am a horrible, horrible student who has never paid attention to civics and moral education and therefore has high kidnapping potential.

"Excuse me miss," he puffs, "but your skirt is fraying."

"I think its broken," he concludes earnestly.

I knew frayed edges don't make sense but never has it been pointed out so obtusely in broad day light on the way to the train station.

Firstdayofschoolwise

I have once again, touched the holy grail of locker hood whereby one gets a top locker and is allowed to indulge in gloating at those far below. On the down side, the corridor is really squeezy and I will never get used to it.

I can't believe it's my first last day of high school. There are no pictures but I will never forget the smell of the summer breeze mingled with bus gasoline and all those familiar faces, distant and occasionally dear.

In other news, I have a huge desire to do well this year although it is the first time it's not fuelled my panic. Wait, no, it's still fuelled by panic but there are actually subjects that I don't just want to slog through but do well because I really love them. To bits. Even if they are the sometime bitches.

Holidayswise

Never wanted them to end in the first place.