pretty ladies, with their bigshot beau's

this is really exciting.
11.10 am on the seventeenth of the eighth twenty ten, in IT room 2 at Heathfield High School, 99 Longwood road Heathfield South Australia, Australia, the earth, the universe.
it just turned 11:11.
if you write your wish instead of saying it, does it still come true?
fuck knows :D
i wished that my finger would heal up super fast and i'd be able to type with more that three fingers on my right hand, and write neat again, and wash my hair without a glove on. Shelley Rutgers, ass face extraordinaire is standing on a chair in front of the heater, flashing the whole universe as she does so.
and so, ms rose returns, weilding the white board cleaner and a cloth, fucking our shit up left right and centre, taking our phones, cleaning the whiteboard marker of our faces, making us look at her.
so like, i got my glasses yesterday. they are black, and have mustard yellow on the insides. i hate the yellow, but apparently i look ridiculously secreterial. people mean it as a compliment, and I've always wanted to look secreterial, so it's alll right.
Not.
teaguenson, the boy, is in mathematics as we speak, probably flunking, which is mildly hilarious. I'm a year below him and i'm probably better. but life is all about support, so i guess superfunhappytiems and things.
so far i have done approcimately two hundred and thirty one words, plus this sentence, which in my eyes is super exciting. tonight i am going to see inception with daniel wilkinson, matthew teague and bree yeomans. haha, bree has a hilarious last name. what a douche.
mum is very angry at me because she found out that i smoked the other night and threatened to kick me out.
miss rose just walked behind me and told me to stop. unfortunately for her, I have in fact, already completed the task ahead, and am probably the one with the best report on pumpkin soup.
that's life skills right there, comparing the dehydrated to the canned to the homemade. i am super tired, and think im going to take a couple thousand nodoz in a minute.
today i stored drugs up the ass of a small stuffed creature, and then swiftly dealt them out among the young school children.
I love how no one can spell. no one here can spell antidisestablishmentarianism, but i guess that's totally understandable, because it isnt in the dictionary. but like, if i asked lindsay Hawke to spell correspondance, she would flounder in the waters of knowledge and drown.
my head hurts, my hip is fucked, and i think im going to need a walking stick soon, but that'ws all right. i won't be broken again. just so you know.
so originially it was just matt going to the movies with me, but when i told Daniel what i was doing this morning at the bus stop, he asked if he could come, and i had to say yes so as not to be mean, and then i figured i would invite bree so that he didnt feel like the third wheel on the tricycle.