my name is death, and the end is here.

all i can say is: thank god for absorbent scarves.
this statement may seem slightly odd to many of you, and thats because you aren't here, in my room, watching me drink my tea. this is a good thing, as if you were in my room, i would be slightly worried.
anyhow, i will explain:
i just took a mouthful of tea, and spat it out, and my beautiful wooly brown scarf absorbed it right up, consequently stopping the tea from getting to my fravourite white singlet, and making me indescribably happy.
and yes, i have removed the scarf, and am now sitting net to it, pondering its excellence with much reverence.
so like, my room is a mess, and im failing my VET course as we speak, because my work experience isnt organised yet, but i'm all right with that, because it doesnt matter really. in the end, im not going to be a chef, or a designer, or any of the things i want to be. im going to work nine till five in an office full of people i dont like, crunching numbers and making coffee and trying not to fall asleep on the job.
but the excellent thing is, that doesnt matter either, because im going to make it excellent.
im going to wear funny clothes, and put seven sugars in my coffee, and bounce of the walls all day. im going to irritate the people i dont like, and do all my work perfectly, just to piss them off. at lunch times, im going to find somewhere no one else knows about, and im going to sit there, eating chicken salad wraps, and pondering the excellence of life. and the best part is, im never going to go home to screaming children. I'm just going to live on my own, and be happy in my solitude.
and to be honest, that sounds like the best of the best to me.
but then again, god might prove me wrong on that one. i guess i just have to wait and see.
for the time being, i will find my white thread, and continue sewing the shirt that i've been making for six weeks now. im going to finish it, and photograph it, and place it on my next post, which will be as equally full of undeniably awesome things as this one.
no, i'll do that later. now i'll just continue blathering to amuse myself, and you.
so the year elevens have exams, as we speak. i think that's funny, because i have the week of school for work experience. that makes me laugh like a loon.
i miss my camera, and i want it back, so i can go outside right now, and photograph something, and make it all interesting, and then put it on tumblr, and retend that i am in fact, a genius, not just a fifteen year old girl with nothing better to do.
i have better things to do actually, i just choose not to do them, and then when i finally think that i can be bothered, i just dont.
at the end of my bed, on what used to be a trunk full of shoes and is now a bedside table, i can see a picture of my old dog, Rose Red.
makes me think about what an absurd family i am from. what sort ofperson names a dog Rose Red? its just stupid.
i have a rash on my shoulder, and it's itchy, and i think the wool of my scarf might have set it off. can't be sure though.
I feel like downloading some good music, but i just dont know if i can be bothered.
okay, im going to disappear into the mists of avalon now.
BAI