i think about the only entity that i haven't complained to about my current scholastic imbroglio is the internet community. so here we are. despite the fact that the only person who reads this is my beloved.

today i had to finish writing the extension 2 report and type out all my modern notes.
from 11 - 1 i typed up our group script. from 3 - 6:30, then 7:30 - 9:30 i worked on my film, and from 9:30 - 10:30 i tampered with my draft. for the last hour i've played "five little speckled frogs" on the elctric guitar.
so, there is not much left of today, and i still have one and a half tasks to write, despite having ostensibly worked all day. hmm.

you know i want to be a rock star, don't you rach? the HSC don't matter. neither does grammar, when you are a rock star. i'm going to pioneer a new music genre that encapsulates the feeling of knowing a million pointless things, and having to regurgitate them to the point where it all seems to mean the same thing. all my songs will sound like "five little speckled frogs", and all my songs will be brilliant. the debut album will feature me being eaten by a stalk.

sigh.

bovie says goodnight~