Study Time Table

I've just about finished my mid-term exams. They're not worth anything other than a blemish on my report. I thought I'd share with you my study time table...

10am: Roll out of bed. On Monday I made crepes for breakfast.

10.45am: Hope into the shower.

11.15am: Look over some notes I wrote last week.

11.30am: Turn the fire on.

11.31am: Stare at the fire for awhile.

12.00: Do a little bit of study.

1pm: Make sister go out for lunch to avoid more study.

2pm: Return from lunch. Realise that it's sunny outside so bring study onto the porch.

2.15pm: Ge halfway through an essay plan until I fall asleep in the weak sun's rays.

3.30pm: Wake up, finish essay plan.

4pm: Give up, go on computer.

8pm: Go to bed. It's been a long day.

Light Weight Booze Hound

I got drunk for the first time last Saturday night. It only took me three Vodka Cruisers to push me to the edge, which was fine by me. I had such a hilarious time, my friends and I rearranged the furniture to create a dance floor, and then boogied down to a techno version of the Jewish Bah Mitzvah song.

The decision to drink did not come lightly, as earlier I had chosen to remain the sober one at parties. Yes, part of it can be put down to peer pressure - all my friends are drinking, why shouldn't I? I think the main reason I began to drink was the realization that I was mature enough to handle its consequences. I have been to many parties where I've seen people go over their limits, and so I knew not to push mine. Three drinks may have been 'light-weight,' but I knew that I didn't want to be the loser who threw up in someone else's house.

Pick Me.

In one of my classes, which is made up of about seven girls and three boys, there is a guy who hits on anything that moves. I'm not even kidding. He once humped a male mannequin. He's always hitting on the girls, one girl in particular, because he gets a reaction out of her and knows she likes it. However, it always gets me down that he doesn't hit on me (even though he once told me that I had 'a sweet ass'). Which is stupid really. I'm not attracted to him, and I'd probably hate it if he did, yet I still get a bit disappointed when he chooses to hit on someone else. 

Friday Night

Friday is such a fantastic day for me. It means the weekend is about to begin, school is nearly over, but work hasn't yet begun.

Every period of class seems to have an air of excitement, because the teachers are just as excited as we are to escape the dreary hell of pre-fabricated classrooms and damp, moulding ceilings that is our school.

I get home from school, throw off my school bag and sigh with relief. I don't think about the piles of homework piling up in the corner. It's Friday, God dammit. Tonight I will sit back, make something for dessert and relax in front of the couch. Once America's Next Top Model starts, the evening is set. I'll paint my nails as the wispy models bitch and moan. Next up is comedy show Rove, and then I end the night with my favourite show, Project Runway. 

Friday rules.

School Ball Syndrome

The school ball is coming up in July, which seems like a long way away, but if you're a girl it may as well be tomorrow. Because I'm a prefect, I also (with the help of others) have to organise it. What I've discovered, however, is that it's a lot more stressful organising the social aspect of the night rather than the actual event. For the actual event, you have a decorator, and it's all very simple. 

However, for the social part, you have to organise a dress, date, pre-ball, make up, shoes and everything else. If you're a girl, you can't wear the same colour as anyone else, you can't wear the same dress. It's very complicated. 

Secret Diary

Secret Diary of a Call Girl started on TV last week in New Zealand. I'd read a lot about it, so naturally I was curious about it. I decided to see what all the fuss was about and watched it.

It shocked me, to be honest. I was warned that I'd never be able to watch Billie Piper in anything else again, and boy they weren't lying. I kept waiting for a plot (other than call girl having sex) to develop, but it never did. There was just a lot of sex. Other than that, not a lot happened.

Yet, when Thursday night rolled around again, I found myself tuning into the show. It fascinated me. I wanted to know who Belle's next customer would be, if she'd get caught by someone she knew... It's exciting and sickening, and I can't stop myself from watching it.

Just Decisions

When he placed his hands on my behind to bring me in closer to his kiss, I couldn't help but wonder what I'd started when I decided to kiss him the previous night. The final kiss before we parted was more than just a "see you soon," kind of kiss. It was a real goodbye kiss. At least five weeks until he returns for under a week, and then gone again.

I'd sort of planned on making a move when I found out he was returning, but upon seeing him again, I changed my mind. I was more attracted to him than ever before, but I knew that it couldn't end well. He was only back for a little while, and through a friend we organised to meet up. We saw a movie, and then headed back to my place where we sat and watched tv for a few hours. It was then I decided to lie in his warm and secure arms. Probably a poor decision considering I'd decided not to make a move. But I couldn't resist.

As I walked him to the end of my street, I couldn't control myself. As I went to hug him, I kissed him. He welcomed me immediately, and we kissed despite the constant drone of cars passing us by on the main road. I didn't want to let him go. He said we could meet up the next day. i should have just ended it then. I should have said, "no, let's leave it at this." But I didn't. I agreed.

He came to pick me up from work and together we walked to the park. Once again I wrapped myself in his arms. He laughed as I shivered against the chill while he sat there in a t-shirt, sharing his warmth with me. We sat on a park bench for two hours. His hand was on my thigh, on my chest and my body arched up against him.

Then it was time for him to walk me home. I didn't know what to say. For once in my life, I was speechless. I couldn't say anything when he said, "I care about you a lot - probably too much considering the circumstances." I didn't know what there was to say. "Let's just take it as it comes," was all I could say when he said, "I don't want you to feel you have to wait around for me." And then he kissed me one last time and all I could think was, 'what have I started?"

But as someone once said to me, there are no wrong decisions, just decisions.