I just ran over a cat.

Aside from that, I am attempting to write a serious 'I just saw a girl die' scene for English.

"Nimble fingers, black hair ...
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes,
Makes a man go (whistles),
That's the way they all come through like (whistles),
Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (whistles),
That's the way she come through like (whistles)"

Damn you Katy Perry and 3OH!3. why the shit do you have an exclamation mark in your name?

3OH*tock*billay? not really. I am going to go now.

this is just an incentive to write a better blog entry later. i apologise to our -3 (and counting) readers.

EDIT/ copying lyrics from google that reads (whistles) does not hit the spot. what spot? my g spot. not really. i dont remember what a g spot is. shit. i just googled it. okay. um. right. lets replace all the (whistles) with WHOO HOO. okay stuff this shit, i don't know what a wolf whistle sounds like in internet land. so help me. WHY DON'T WE LEARN HOW TO SPELL WHISTLING SOUNDS IN ENGLISH?

its 'wuff' or some shit. i don't know. you kids do it

i also just wrote this massive blog and it all got deleted :( boo. edit later

oh laugh. the 2unit wants to do UMAT. 600 moolahs. ah shit. yeah i'm not sure- am i the only person who is resistant to do UMAT because of $$? oh and of course, the slim chance that i dont get a 99.95 ATAR. you know, and that.

UMAT relates to medicine.

One of the most misunderstood myths. The UMAT has nothing to do with medicine. Take some sample questions to your Doctor, we guarantee that most Doctors will struggle with the UMAT. UMAT is a precisely nasty selection aid designed to get rid of 90% of the applicants mid year. It legally protects the universities when they say 'NO' to thousands of students. --

well that's comforting of course.
yeah i was talking to my mum about UMAT and she asked me "why had you never expressed an interest in medicine before?" and honestly, the following thoughts ran through my mind:

1. I had always, for some insane reason associated it with blood and cutting people up, which to be honest- I'm not that afraid of (hi potential serial killer)
2. this is of course all David's fault for drilling all this 90% job success rate propaganda in my head
   
3. it suddenly hit home that doctors get paid a lot (hardly). did you see the number of people your GP herded into her office the other day?

then i felt like a shit person.
then i something else ran through my mind 'The Mouse'. and if you know what i am talking about then i applaud you. i also apologise if i come off as sounding like i had just jumped off a bandwagon filled with cheese. to put you out of your misery, i'll- sedate you. not really. it's- shoot me at close range, cremate me and use my ashes in your cats litter box - an Anil's Ghost reference.

Sarath's brother Gamini; the doctor who lives in the hospital. Lost everything and basically goes through the day, tending to patients who've been victim of the violence associated with the Sri Lankan Civil War, which just ended last year by the way. He's become so numb to it that dissembled bodies don't phase him. I don't know- all the chaos. He's saving lives- but he doesn't even feel accomplished because he knows that his work will never end. We should all become doctors and help him.

I'm just saying.

"The simple fact that you actually seem to give a crap is the reason I took an interest in you to begin with. It's why I trust you as a doctor."  - Dr. Cox, Scrubs

let's get all sentimental, because hey its the last year. and after this i plan to go under the witness protection program and leave you all. hardly.

why am i writing blogs at 4:41 AM?
why do great people die so young?
not really. but I was finishing Pride and Prejudice today, and that got me wondering if Jane Austen had any descendants, end result- i find two of Albert Einstein's great grandchildren on Facebook. Mad. I'm totally befriending them.

So recently a strange reality had struck me, an epiphany!
DID YOU KNOW?
we're not going to be in high school anymore. very soon. ish.
no i'm joking, the reality hasn't really hit me yet. I am still as complacent :( which explains my being here and I cannot comprehend that when this coming term is over- Major works have to start being handed in. Trials start and end.. yeah sorry for patronising you all for the past 40 seconds depending how long it takes you to read. But this is just insane. How many of us are going to go to the same uni (too many I assume), are we going to make it to uni (vincent says this is the least of our concerns, i dont know- i'm just putting it out there), friends- ah the same old. seriously though. 60% or more, of the people you talk you is a resultant of the fact that you are a serial bitcher. and so are they for that matter. and bitching or whining about stuff bring you together. and like 20% is because you somehow ended up sitting next to each other in a class. and you're stuck. and if you don't talk you'll (a. concentrate better in class, b.creep the person out), and 10% convenience, 5% for old times sake, 1% you secretly hate, 4% FRIENDS 4 LYF. k thats just me maybe.

my 2unit maths indicates that i must have like 400 friends or something for some of these statistic to be true, and facebook says otherwise. okay stuff that.

I don't know. You guys go ahead without me. Go places in the world. I suppose its too late to start enrolling in every single tutor on the face of Sydney :( and what's all this UMAT and STAT, ah . wow, this is really very overwhelming. even talking about universities and courses and ATARs overwhelm me.

i hope everything turns out peachy after the hsc. and yeah im pretty much blaming all the misery on the hsc and i live in this delusion where once its over. everyone will become fairies and marry everyone, and the public transport system will get better, whales will stop being whaled, mr stanley will pronounce ATAR as 'AYE-TAR' instead of 'AT-TAR'.

maturity. its a barrier to having fun. thats what it bloody is.

you can totally tell that I am a year 12 student. bring on the hsc. and this post makes no coherent sense. even i'm getting a headache. although that could be induced from my lack of sleep.

you take over.

SO I haven't updated this place in a gazillion years. But anyway, superstition. My parents are one of the most ridiculous, superstitious people in the world. No joke. To the point where it just stops being funny. But I suppose, what I'm about to say will no doubt seem hilarious to all of you.
I'm not saying that being superstitious is bad or anything. I mean I reckon being a little superstitious kinda makes your life a little funny or interesting. But the extent to which my parents are superstitious. Hmmmmmm. Now that's another story.
First of all, for all those whose parents are not superstitious, your luck and what not is based on the year and month in which you are born. So since I'm born in a certain day in a certain month, wood is now my luckiest piece of shit on earth. Every time I have an exam, I must find the biggest tree I can find and hug it to bits to give me luck. And I must use pencils, wear green, and basically use every single thing on earth that is remotely woody. Oh, and that also means that my career must now be governed by some occupation with wood in it, like being a teacher, writing novels, and whatever.
Our green garbage bins can't face a certain direction otherwise your oldest or youngest children are deemed 'garbage'. Garbage as in useless, garbage as in worthless, garbage as in someone who will bring shame to the family. (ha, recognise that technique anybody?). AND GET THIS, according to this guy who makes big bucks by conning people into following this superstition crap in all the annual books that he writes, WE HAVE TO BURN ALL OUR 'BAD' MEDICAL RECORDS. Do you believe it? Anyway.
So guys, make sure you tell you parents all this stuff, otherwise you'll be living a life full of unluckiness.