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Oh dear god.

The worst thing to do is to look back on your Tumblr posts. Lame lame lameeeee shitty girl I am.

Hello being a big kid.

Officially, Year 11 for me is finito. Two weeks of Year 12 orientation and summer holidays begin. I’m ridiculously excited.

I’m going to the Zoo tomorrow. I’m going to see the Monkeys, Lions, Tigers, Butterflies, Reptiles, Giraffes and etc. I’m going to go crazy. I’m fdshfkdhgkjh.

Wrist.

I’ve always loved my wrists because I feel they are quite dainty, fragile and feminine in comparison to the rest of my not so feminine nature and mannerisms. That’s about the only plus on my body I can comment on at the moment. 

In my free periods and after school.

I bought 8 dvds, grape Fanta and  a box of peppermint tea.

The Big Lebowski, Requiem for a dream, Rounders, 25th Hour, Green Street Hooligans, Shakespeare in Love, Sin City and A Series of Unfortunate Events.

I now know that I dislike grape Fanta, peppermint tea tastes horrid and I have an unhealthy need to buy dvd’s, seen or not seen. Some were second hand and cheaper but my god it’s so fucking difficult to save for a MAC when I’m around dvds.

Also I’m hoping to buy 2 Zebra Finches soon. Mum did say I could get another pet or two if they’re small and simple to keep, but my Kitty may be a problem…

Thank you, Omegle.

Every now and then, you send me a good person to genuinely chat with. Good job.