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It was week b. Man, I've got some serious work to do on Biology. I'm dreading English marks... Ah well. At least I passed bio..

I can see my bedroom floor and all of my rug now. I'm soo tired.. did 1 hour of exercise- exercise bike riding and pushups etc. I'm falling asleep. goodnight!

Foood!

Oh Gosh. In the last 24 hours I have consumed soo much food. Good food, but i can feel it.. i'm going to go do some amazing exercise tomorrow before i die of a heart attack. Ok, that's being a bit over dramatic. Betty cooked an AMAZING vanilla souffle, and creme caramel, i've had belgian chocolate, i made a self saucing chocolate pudding...

Sunday Nights = tv. 6:30- GLADIATORS!! Best show ever!! 7:30- final of so you think you can dance (stopped now!). Then.. GREYS @ 8:30. Except today i got a bit carried away.. i ate one whole microwavable popcorn bag to myself watching gladiators, then mum brought home McDonalds. I had a Big Mac. But now I feel sick!! Ate it too quickly.

No point really to this blog- only that food is glorious, but i need to balance it out with exercise :D. Keep reminding me to exercise!! School on Tuesday.. should be interesting.. Does anyone know if its week a or b?? ANyway... i'm going to go and try and not think about my stomach..

OVER!

IT'S OVER! MY EXAMS ARE OVER. Well not that I had many, BUT THEY ARE OVER! The last one, my speech today is OVER! I went overtime and got cut off, but i went off laughing because i was talking so fast towards the end..!!



TOMORROW i'm baking a chocolate cake. If we have enough butter. And cleaning up my room. :D.

:D!

whoops.. just accidently deleted this post.

The words got jumbled.. and it made me look crazier than i actually am!

MAJOR rant.

Oh, how I marvel at the power of the unexpected. The power of words you don't want to hear, the words seething with irony- and the wonderful restraint I have placed on my hands from picking up the phone and screaming at my oh-so-clever-certain-relative.

The power of a letter... words that I can re read. My Mum took the letter off me. Said I shouldn't take the arrow. I've come really far, had heaps of positives this week... don't let this one thing throw me back.

Words, words, words! How you can build the highest mountains, explain the widest of all oceans, transport me into a bed of flowers blossoming in spring... and tear me down in an instant. I can tell now that I am definitely a writer- I over dramatise and let the words I love to write come back around and bite me.

But you know what? I am better than this. The decisions I have made have been my own choice. And if your not going to support MY choice and MY wellbeing, then I don't need or want to hear it. They don't know me- my head or what's been going on. I don't need to explain myself to 50 million people. And I don't have to freaking get advice from all these people who never put anything into my life in the first place, and then when something happens, BOOM they have a billion qualifications and know exactly what to do? HELLO? To the three people I am thinking of at the moment: YOU DIDN'T GO TO UNI FOR 7 YEARS! TWO OF YOU DIDN'T EVEN GO! YOU DIDN'T STUDY MEDICAL SCIENCE OR PSYCHOLOGY, SO GET OFF MY BACK! This is me and my choices. MY CHOICES. That's right MY CHOICES. You may have stuffed up your life, but I AM NOT GOING TO 'STUFF' UP MINE! By doing what I am doing is the best for me and my wellbeing. And if any of you three people even bothered to REALLY be apart of my life you would understand that!

*breathe*. My Mum and Steve, Heather, Ashleigh, Marlene, Kirril, Belinda, Alex, Mr. Martin, Ms Maggs- I have a (excuse the expression) Bloody Brilliant support network. I don't need ad-on's who are trying to change my mind.

Ok, I feel a lot better. Had to get it out of my system. :)