having not really looked at module 2 for chemistry forr a year why did last summer's paper seem so easy when i did it half an hour ago? hmmmmmmmmmmm having said that i'm yet to mark it...off for a walk to mummy's new place of work first =)

in the past 36hours i've put on 4lbs...that's not good so starting from now i'm going on a diet...fruit and veg mainly methinks...no rice...and minimal pasta and potatoes...let's see how long this lasts...oh and lots of coffee...of the decaf variety...strangely all my caffienated coffee has vanished =(

i'm glad i insisted on finishing my revision before going food shopping...or i might have had to make conversation/constantly hide from Saunders...instead i just said "oooh look that's Saunders" as he drove away...thank goodness for that =)

today's classics revision: summaries of each tragedy...

~Oedipus~

O: i want to find out who killed my father
T: no you don't
O: yes i do
T: no you don't
O: yes i do
T: no you don't
O: oh bother it was me...*stabs eyes*

~Hippolytus~

N: you're lovesick
P: no i'm not
N: yes you are
P: no i'm not...ok maybe i am...
N: it's Hippolytus
P: no it's not
N: yes it is
P: no it's not...ok maybe it is...keep it secret
N: ok...oops told him...

~The Bacchae~

D: dress as a woman
P: don't want to
D: yes you do
P: no i don't
D: yes you do
P: no i don't
D: yes you do...you'll get to see naked women...
P: ok then...=)

seriously...why aren't these plays creative?

hmmmmmmm the internet on one's laptop is broken...this means one does not have msn...this is not necessarily a bad thing when one is trying to focus on one's revision however one wants to finalise plans for tomorrow asap...one normally moans to one's father and then one's father proceeds to knowlingly prod the cables underneath the computer and one's internet is revived...however one's father is in sodding France this week...one is not impressed and does not trust oneself to fix the computer without exploding many other things...ah bugger...

i shall soon be drowning in paper...oh gosh...

rani...tis pretty when it's pouring or when there's a tiny reminder of the sun through the clouds or when outside generally looks pretty...this rain is boring and i don't want to be stuck inside...i have huge motivation to go for a run...yes...i actually want to exercise and yes i want to be outside...grrrrr silly rain...

why does everything happen the first day of half term...october, february, easter and now may...goodness sake...mother has spent the day going "do you still want these? shall i get rid of this? will you want this at uni?" bloody hell i've only just left school...i'm not leaving home tomorrow although i might as well...

i'm getting proper old...it's 8pm on a friday evening and i'm heading to bed...oh dearie me...

it's so weird...we've left but it doesn't feel like it...we had such a fabulous afternoon =) maybe it'll sink in when i don't have to drag myself out of bed after half term...hmmmmmmm

on the other hand...yaye! i made vT cry :) this has been my aim all year =P

stupid itchy bracelet rash...

Pros:

-huge opportunity
-i can start my life over
-it's a new country
-it's far away
-long flights
-it's doing something i love
-i can return for teacher training
-opportunity to conquer fears
-crazy holidays...roadtrip opportuinities...can see friends at unis
-going to Rome and Athens for a holiday will sound daring
-get away from mother...yaye!

Cons:

-i don't want to leave some people behind
-i'll miss england like goodness knows what
-it's a new country
-it's too far away
-jet lag
-i can do that something i love here too
-what if teacher training doesn't accept New Zealand degrees?
-i'm gonna have to conquer my fear of eating abroad
-crazy holidays...won't always be able to get home to see friends
-far away for "educational" holidays
-if i change my mind i have no backup plan

oh my gosh...am i making the right decision...?

it is impossible to make a cake shaped like a column without it looking dodgy...oh gosh...

oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Dear Rebecca Joanne S*****,

I'm pleased to inform you that, subject to meeting the conditions laid out below, you have been accepted onto the Bachelor of Arts programme, commencing Trimester 1, 2009.

CONDITIONS OF OFFER:

Obtain at least three A-levels at Grade C or higher. Provide full original/certified academic transcripts.

An offer pack with details of fees and accommodation is now on its way to you.

We look forward to welcoming you to Victoria University. 

Best wishes,

Naomi West

*dances* oh my gosh...this is one way to make a sad week better =)

becca thinks it's rather funny it took her mother 7 hours to realise that her daughter's hair is no longer straight...it's wonderful how observant she is!

i might have laughed like crazy about it...i might have denied it completely...i definitely hate myself for giving in to temptation last night...i'm not letting myself get like that again...

i'm not appreciating the fact the one week i have a social life i have cramp also...grrrrrrrrrrrr nor am i appreciating my driving instructor inquiring ab out the plaster on my wrist with the question "have you been slitting your wrists this week or something?" when in actual fact i have a pretty little hole type cut there where i accidently caught my thumb nail...hmmmmmmm this is hard to explain while driving towards a roundabout though so she got "i have a hole in my wrist where i stabbed myself, gouged my skin, scraped it" as the response instead and looked suitably squeamish =P
other than that i'm incredibly thankful that my class civ exam occured without disasters and that so far i'm still in one piece...and that so far my jewellery making is going well...and we paper mached masks...i am slightly scared of suey now though...she's out to get me =/

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"her" being my mother...and actually it's my fault i hate her but still...bitch

things i have learnt in the last three days:
-my friends are awesome even when i collapse on them
-my form tutor is a cow
-my form tutor as my english teacher is a bitch
-my form tutor/english teacher is actually out to get me
-i'm going to be having a shouting match with my year head on monday for more than one reason
-my mother is more than likely going to ground me for the rest opf my life when she checks her emails

oh joy...it'll be impressive if i make it to Tuesday alive...

7 weeks still stands...i have no motivation to work now...there's a level in my head and right now this level is being met...one bit more and i'll crumble...

also for the record haribo as a bribe for work fails...you eat the haribo and do no work...oh darn it...

and for you guys who know me...my mother's read my yearbook now...

7 weeks...it's so tempting but i'm not gonna let her ruin me...i can't let her get to me this much...i can't...i won't...