That's Life

For someone who thinks a lot - I didn't think I'd come to this. Not now, at least. It seems as though the anarchy of thoughts messing with my head have died down. I became accustomed to writing about the calamities of my life, tearing at my mind that I don't know where to start in recounting the good that have occurred. So, what can I say? Life's great. The aspects of friends, family, school and me are close to balanced.

School Certificate is just around the corner. Surprisingly, I'm not all that fussed about it. After all, it's not going to determine the rest of my life. I see it more as an indication as to how I'm doing; whether I should keep up the good work or lift my game a little.

Family. It's an iffy subject for me. I haven't heard from my Dad in ages; you get used to that. I love my mum. When I grow up, I want to be like her. Unlike other parents, she isn't the overpowering type. Her judgements aren't made from tha basis of:"Because I said so". She'll step down from the parenting platform and consider seeing things through my eyes. She understands me. She laughs at the stupidest things, so now we all know where I get that from. I have her hands.

Oh how I adore the friends, my true loves! I've learnt a lesson that most people don't discover till after they've graduated: It doesn't matter how popular you are...
Can you honestly say that all three hundred-or-so of those affiliations know, at the very least, your favourite colour?
Can you confidently appoint any one of them at random to organise your wedding - catering to perfection your taste?
Can you sincerely depend on all those people to provide an accurate, touching and emotional speech at your funeral?

Most likely, the answer is no.
Not everyone that you consider a friend will know your favourite colour. It's a minority that can back up their argument in saying you prefer hot pink to baby pink, and that your room is an overstatement to colour favouritism.
A staggering 99% of people you consider a friend are not qualified enough to organise something as important as your wedding. They don't know if you're spontaneous enough to be up for a bare-naked wedding, or a person of simplicity to want a small wedding in a pretty little garden. They have no idea of what your taste in flowers is like, and you arrive to find a woodland inspired wed-lock ceremony.
Even less people would be able to deliver a captivating speech at your funeral. Oh yeah, I met her at a party. She seemed nice. She looked hot... what was her name again?
To your friends you're not just nice – you're one of the most amazing people they've ever met.
To your friends you're not just hot. They know of your insecurities: that you're self conscious about your big thighs and remember the time you tried making yourself throw up, and through it all…still think that you're beautiful.
Only your friends have an endless supply of anecdotes. That time you ran into a glass door. The times when the argument you're both engaged in loses seriousness because you start to sound like Cartmen from Southpark when you raise your voice. That time the both of you took over two hundred photos in one day, and cried when the camera broke a few weeks later.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many people recognise you when you're at a dance party or walking down the street. All you need to survive is a few people in your life that know you inside and out, can make you smile when you're on the verge of tears, speak for you as if you said the words yourself, and listen to the story you've told a thousand times without complaining.

Friends OVER boyfriends and UNDERstand that should anything happen between you and your man, it's the friends who were be there before, and will still be there after, all the tragedy. They saw you playing the role of Miss Independent - making the single life look good, watched you lose yourself like Eminem with someone you thought was different and put up with your crying when it was over. It's the life cycle of teenage drama. The worst thing you can do is push them away when a boy comes along, and pry them back when the boy walks away. Boyfriends come and go, but best friends are forever!

Life's little mysteries

In that song, she'll be coming around the mountain, who is she?

If Dracula has no reflection, how comes he always had such a straight parting in his hair?

Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs? Rabbits don't lay eggs.

Why did Mary own a little lamb?

How do "do not walk on grass" signs get there?

Can a person with no ears wear glasses?

When people say, "I'm so tired it's not even funny" or "my head hurts so much it's not even funny", why would it even be funny in the first place?

Aren't the 'good things that come to those who wait' just the leftovers from the people that got there first?

Can you breathe out of your nose and mouth at the same time?

"Have you ever noticed that if you rearranged the letters in mother in law, they come out to Woman Hitler?"

If heat rises, then shouldn't hell be cold?

Why do they call the small candy bars the "fun sizes"? Wouldn't be more fun to eat a big one?

If the day before a holiday is called Christmas Eve, is the day after Christmas Adam?

When you see the weather report and it says "partly cloudy" and then the next day it says "partly sunny"; what's the difference?

Can a person choke and die on a life saver?

Why do birds bob their heads when they walk?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

How come stealing from one book is plagiarism, but stealing from many is research?

What are those little things on the end of your shoelaces called?

Have you ever thought what life would be like if your name was Anonymous? You'd get credit for everything nobody wanted credit for?

Why does caregiver and caretaker mean the same thing?

If an ambulance is on its way to save someone, and it runs someone over, does it stop to help them?

Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp which no decent human being would eat?

Why are boxing rings square?

Can good looking Eskimo girls be called hot?

Why do they call them "apartments" when they are all stuck together?

Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?

Why is the word "abbreviate" so long?

Can fat people go skinny-dipping?

If love is blind, how can we believe in love at first sight?

What's the opposite of opposite?

If a robber tried to rob a dance club and yelled, "Everybody get down", would all the people start dancing?

Where in the nursery rhyme does it say humpty dumpty is an egg?

If quizzes are quizzical then what are tests?

If a Man is talking in the forest and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong?

Is there a Dr. Salt?

Birthday Bondi Beach Bash

Memorable moments of Friday 30th September 05: BONDI BEACH

* Vii and I being nigeled at our corresponding train stations because of our friends who took yonkers, providing some sort of comfort on the phone with each other and complaining about waiting. Realising that hardly anyone was coming.
* Robert, Andel & Christy kicking the ball on the railway tracks, and as a consequence missing our train.
* My mood swings. The outbursts. The unstoppable l a u g h i n g . The unbearable screaming.
* The guy on the train who had a bag that looked like a vacum cleaner. Wot tha?
* Arriving at Bondi to realise Vii and I weren't such losers after all. Hello people! We've become such an anti RSVP generation.
* Being given taxed chocolate and not knowing how to react. It was taxed.. but it was chocolate!
* The photo sessions.
* Being thrown into the water by Jeremy and CJ. The event resembled a satanic ritual. I was the wild and screaming borehog that the barbarians - Jeremy and CJ were about to sacrifice.
* Vii and I experiencing the most difficulty in withstanding the waves because we were that short.
* The accidental booby flashes.. AHAHAHA! hello!
* Jeremy throwing me into the water.. again!
* Theresa and I throwing the football like a netball because we didn't know how to pass it. "Whoever drops the ball first is a loser" .. so what do I do? I drop the ball. I didn't like the game anymore.
* Robert and I making sandcastles.. or 'piles of sand'.. for a while we had a next door neighbour.
* Being beyond gullible. Falling for everything Chysley said, like burying Andrew's shoes in the sand leaving him barefoot; among many others.
* Andrew taking luvo photos of himself and making it everyone's mobile phone wallpaper.
* Danica and I unable to bear with the reggae music. "Looking in her big brown eyes!"
* The bus ride home with Frances and having tiredness dawn over me.
* Being thankful for such a beautiful day and being one less victim of suburn.