Spring Excitement At School

Any now, ladies and gentlemen, I will give you an amazing, mind blowing account of what happened this morning...

The air was thick, the ground was shaking...Ok not really, but the ground sort of shook when my friend ran down the stairs. Anyway, she ran down the stair and announced:
"Come look! A pick and grey galah is stuck on the roof! Some randoms are throwing stuff at it!"
We all decided that we must take a look at this exciting specimen and possibly stop those people throwing stuff. So we went upstairs and looked on the roof.

"Aww...It's a baby!" squealed some random girl.
So then a group of girls decided that they must make it fly by throwing food at it. So someone went and got the gardener.

"I must end this terrible happening!" exclaimed the gardener (BTW, I am exaggerating a little...Just a little).
So bravely, the gardener climbed onto the roof and walked along the gutter, towards the poor little bird.
The bird tried to run away, up the apex of the roof. It edged its way up the steep roof in a desperate attempt to get away.

But then, a calamity struck! The bird had gotten to the steepest bit of the roof, and then it fell. It slid down the steep roof like a giant slide. It gained speed and fell directly into the gardener's hands.

The crowd that had now gathered applauded loudly (This actually DID happen). Some people were even crying (This happened too! XD). The gardener was deemed a hero.

The day continued and reenactments of this event too place, the whole school probably knew about it by recess.

And that, my friends, is what happened at school this morning. :D

Hope you enjoyed!

Sonomi.

Weekends

What do you do on the weekend? Because I bet it's much more interesting than what I do. Like, yesterday I slept in until the middle of the day, watched TV and went over the shops to buy something for Mum. That was the extent of my Saturday. WOO. I guess today will be much the same, except maybe with some fish bowl cleaning and homework in between.

Weekends are screwed up.

Maybe I shall get a job to whittle my weekends away.

Good idea.

Sonomi.

Pictures

I've been thinking and imaginationing and now I have some drawings. :) Here you go:



This is a house torn apart by nuclear war.




This is a drawing based on my eye.




This is my dog.


There you go. BTW I won a camera! I am so excited! I'm taking billions of photos. :D

Lovely day everyone,
Sonomi.

Word Procession (AGAIN)

It's a miracle that I ever actually get anything done in this damned class. All I ever seem to do is e-mail and blog. But who cares, it's word processing and the teacher is completely oblivious. And anyway, I processing words right the moment...so that must count for something.

Sometimes I wonder whether our teacher actually knows whats going on at any time, but he doesn't seem to notice anything. Maybe he's lost that part of his brain that determines authority, because he is absolutely crap at it. Maybe someone should tell him. Maybe not. I like him this way, it means we don't have to do work. Oh well, one day he'll retire and then I'll have a teacher who actually makes you do the word processing tasks. If that day ever comes, I won't be doing word processing anymore. So it won't matter in the slightest.

Have you ever played Mavis Beacon Typing? Well if you haven't, you should, because of it's highly informative and educational factors, and plus it's so exceedingly fun that you get addicted to it. Seriously, not. Spare yourself I beg you.

Anyway, my fellow classmate is reading over my shoulder so I will end this post now.

Cheers, Sonomi.

Greek Tragedy

Well, it's not Greek and it's not a tragedy, but I have just discovered something. I am the queen of procrastination! I never actually do anything, I just put it off or pretend to do it and it never gets done and I feel like rubbish! Yay! Well, I am going to put a stop to this...someday.



I don't smoke BTW. It's just a symbol.

Sonomi.

In The Mind

I've been thinking a lot about people. What they do, why they do it, and why the hell they even exist. I know this girl from my school who is quite non-conformist. And she doesn't give a shit about what other people think. I've never talked to her before, but I really like her. I watched the world go past, and came to this. Want a story? Here's one.

"My name is Ellena. I'm 15." she announced to the class.
"I have short brown hair and big glasses."
Some people in the back row laughed.
"I often get teased for my glasses, but I don't really mind, because I know if they got glasses, they would be the black, generic kind."
A girl in the front row started drawing love hearts on her file.
"I like photography, science fiction and painting. I get my inspiration from things I see, unusual thing, in everyday activity. Yesterday I saw a man with his coffee, sitting in a cafe. Rather than drinking the coffee, he merely looked at it, read his paper and left. Strange."
A boy aimed a paper ball at the bin and missed.
"I'm a vegetarian."
Some girl snorted.
"But I do not condemn others for eating meat, their body, their choice."
"Lately, as watching the world go by in front of my eyes, I've noticed something wrong with this place. We're all so similar. So clone-like. Walking around in packs, chatting over trivial problems. Where have our aspirations gone?"
The boy who threw the paper had fallen asleep.
"Have we all been sucked into this trail of endless lies? Promising us popularity, beauty and wealth for the sake of our personal happiness, do you believe them?"
"Yes." said a blonde-haired girl quietly while she picked at her nails.
"These lies have shaped our society, turning us into mindless replicas of each other, taking control of our own character."
"well I refuse to abide in these unspoken laws of social behaviour. Being different makes us who we are, and without that, we are nothing. Nothing but glorified robots, programmed to follow a set pattern of behaviour which is socially accepted. Well, I refuse to let me go."
The teacher started writing in her diary.
"Leave conforming to conformists, I want to be individual."
No one could tell if she was finished.
"Thank you." she said.
A few people clapped weakly but became bored and stopped.
"Miss Melrose?" asked the blonde girl.
"Yes?"
"Where are we going for lunch out tomorrow?"
"McDonald's." she replied.


Well, I hope you liked that and it made you think about something, anything.

Enjoy your life,
Sonomi.

Holidays!!!!

Wooo! It's October holidays now, and I just returned from my holiday house down in the country! :):):) I love it down there, heaps of gum trees and fishing. FUN. Hehe, my younger cousin came with our family and he spent the whole time hooning our boat around the river, getting covered in dirt and farting. Not what you would call ideal, but it was okay anyway. I was just unpacking, and I reached into my bag for my hair clip and came out with a bleeding finger! There was an old razor down the bottom of my bag! OUCH! :(

Anyway, I'm off to find sewing patterns!

Love, Sonomi.