• Get up at reasonable hour.


• Finish cleaning room in the morning


• Practice my dance stuff for an hour as part of duke of ed. Get Estude
  Lyrique right, fix arabesque. If bored with that, do pointe work.


• Do math


• Do german essay


• Write in book


• Perhaps go to Nys's house warming


• Do some walking


• Try and drink lots of water

Sunday

• Get my ears pierced


• Buy Whitlams album


• Buy hair dye


• Start on Science


• Start on comm games ass.

Hopefully I can knock off some of these things of my list by the end of the
weekend. .

Anyway in other news, trying to find another sport. Trying to make sense of
everthing including what I actually want at the moment and what others want. And
why people keep fucking around with my head. I'm really frustrated with
everything at the moment and sick of people. Sick of most people. Sick of having
all these commitments and sick of not having others.

Perhaps it's just an weird phase, in which case, talk to me in a couple of
weeks.

I hate some people. How they treat me, or I hate myself for seeing them that way. I hate my way of blocking people out, I hate my perception of myself and others. I hate everyone elses perception of me. I hate school. I hate not being able to do sport. I hate my lack of will power. I wish some people would actually value the fact I'm alive and willing to still talk to them, I wish they'd realise that they were wrong and not treat me as that ever loyal friend who'd still be there even if they dragged you through mud; because I have a short attention span and I'm about to lose patience.

Decided I should write more often.
Realised last night I'm completely over swimming. The only thing I miss is the sport, the people sucked... apart from Hayley Jess and Jordie. Gonna get off my ass soon and do some cleaning. Was hoping to get up at a reasonable hour... technically i did, I got up at 5:50, had a shower and went back to bed... don't ask why, I just did. But then i went back to bed and justifying with the fact I was up earlier, I didn't get up with my alarm at 8:30. So I hit snooze and it woke me up every 10 minutes for the next hour. Dad then asked me if I had trouble getting up this morning.... maybe.
By the way, John Farnhams cover of the Whitlams song "No Aphrodisiac" is BAD. Horribly, horribly bad. If it was his own song and I didn't love the Whitlams version, it might not be so bad but yes... not happy.

Peace out.