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JULY 27:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITTLE BROTHER.

TODAY:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM.

Today was UMAT. Has anyone reading this taken UMAT? How did you find it? Easy? Hard? Evil? Death?
Ugh. I'll never be a doctor at this rate! The practise booklets seem easy, especially booklet one. I studied with it and thought "it's in the bag!" Then the practise tests ...guh. Then, the actual exam....




The above picture is, I believe, the only way I can describe it. I'm hoping for a pass. If I get into Medicine in University, I will be one happy chappy. If we were to have interviews only, and not those evil exams that may as well be written in Latin, I would have a very good chance.
I may be exaggerating. I did understand a lot of the exam (I want to do medicine for a reason!!), but who knows if it's right? The answers are so... bleh. And the questions are worded in such a... bleh way.
OH WELL. Que sera sera, aye? At least it's not like my boyfriend - he was sick today, and had to take the exam feeling half dead. After coming home, I was feeling pretty tired too, so I jumped on Facebook to play Restaurant City (damn Playfish, I'm addicted to their games. Unhealthy addicted.) THEY'VE UPDATED IT. I LOVE THIS GAME. I squealed.
But maybe I'll talk about that another day.
I was just over-excited and had to tell someone. You'll do.
Later, followers.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.- George Carlin

Photobooth

Whoever knows me, knows that I love photobooths. Not because I want to look at myself (as sexy as I am) [You: Narcissistic cow! Me: I'M JOKING. GOSH.], but because I have a LOAD of fun taking them and I love looking back on them later and remembering the panicked "How do we know when the photos are taken? OH NO IT TOOK A PHOTO! OH MY GOD, QUICK GET IN PLACES. WHERE DO WE STAND? YOU'RE ON MY FOOT! WE WASTED A PHOTO. NOW WHAT DO WE DO?" It's so much fun.

One thing I've ALWAYS wanted to do is go to a black and white photobooth and take photos with someone. Everytime I walk past the black and white photobooth at the Myer Centre in Rundle Mall, I always think, "Next time I'm going to get photos there!" but I NEVER do.

Well, until Friday night!

FINALLY, after all those years of saying I wanted these photos, I finally did it. It was a really cold night in the city, and since I'm still recovering from Glandular fever, I was wearing layers, and a MASSIVE jacket, which made it hard to fit into the photobooth about 1x1metres! It's a bit obvious how squashed we were when you look at the photos and see that my face is pressed up against the glass! (Well, not really, but I'm SO CLOSE to the camera!) One thing that bugs me is WHY DO THEY MAKE THOSE BOOTHS SO UNBELIEVABLY TINY WHEN IT'S MADE FOR AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE? I mean, I knew it was going to be small, you can see it from the outside, but the example photos are on the side of the booth show TWO people sitting comfortably in the photo, smiling and looking pretty. When you open the little curtain that hides nothing, you look down to see ONE stool that's MAYBE big enough for a toddler, but when a fully grown person (aka Grant) sits on the chair, they feel like they're being raped by a horse. In spite of all this, it was still worth every cent of my eight dollars.

I felt oddly fulfilled after taking those photos. I think it's because I've wanted them ever since I was a child.

OH, also, we stayed at a hotel that night. Still in Adelaide, so it was kind of pointless, but we had free vouchers that expired that weekend, so we had to make the most of it! So much fun. Nice change of scene. But that story doesn't fit with this post. So I'll end it now.

Moral of the story: Thinking of doing something? Stop waiting. Just do it! Even if it costs you eight dollars and your boyfriend gets violated by a metal stool in the process.

Remember, a dog is not for Christmas. It can also be for a birthday. In fact, you can eat them all year round!- Shaun Micallef

R.I.P

Lew Kettle (aka Papa/Grandpa)
18th July 2009 at approximately 5pm

I AM A MASTERCHEF JUDGE

Today, I ate ice cream.

"Skinny Cow" they call it. English Cream or something.

"Fat free" they say.

Well, YOU would be skinny too, if all you had to eat were these vile ice creams.

Note to self; "Fat Free" directly translates to "vomit on a stick." NEVER eat anything labelled "fat free" again.

EWW-Y.

I'm off to find something disgustingly unhealthy and bad for my liver.

I'm a big Bono fan, but the man can't count. On "Vertigo", he begins with 'uno, dos, tres, catorce' which is 'one, two, three, 14' in Spanish. So maybe there isn't a crisis in Africa. Bono's just miscounted. - Al Pitcher

When I'm better!

After reflecting on my conversations with people over the past few... err, days? Weeks? I've been a real downer! Oh Gosh, how hard it would be to talk to me in this state! I'd like to apologize for that, first off.
I'm feeling pretty happy today. My health is improving a LOT, and the doctor sent me a letter saying he wanted a 'review' with me today. I'm hoping he says I can go back to school soon.


Friday, as I may have mentioned before, was a really terrible day, because I was told that I couldn't do a lot of things I had been looking forward to. People who know me would probably realise how this makes me feel - because I have to do everything. I LOVE being involved in just... everything. If I'm not a part of something, I start feeling really lost. So, because of that, and the fact that I hadn't seen anyone or been outside for over a week, the entire day I was fairly emotional (understatement of the century). My parents were getting pretty worried, because crying was putting my tender spleen at risk. They had told me earlier, "Your boyfriend can't come over this weekend, because you need to rest." After the state I was in, they decided it would be best for him to come over after all, since I needed something to take my mind off the whole situation.

So I managed to stop myself snivelling long enough to make the phone call as soon as he finished school. The conversation went something like this:
O: H-hello
G: Hey
O: C-Can you s-still come over t-tonight?
G: Huh? *sounding concerned because he can't understand me*
O: Can you still come over tonight? Would you be able to?
G: Yeah



The conversation was slightly more warm and eventful than that, but you get the drift.
When he came over, he walked in and threw a paper bag at me. I opened it, and inside was a STAR WARS TOY! <3 I AM NERD GIRL - I LIKE STAR WARS. I love this toy. I love it so much. I have carried it with me - I am not joking - every moment since I've had it. This is really easy, seeing as I never leave the house. So, for the past four days, I have carried it EVERYWHERE. <3 On Sunday, my parents decided they would put me in the car and drive around for a while, just because I needed to get out of the house. I was REALLY excited, because I hadn't seen the outside world in an insane amount of time. It was really awesome. Anyway, while talking to Potato, I compiled a list of all the things I want to do when I'm better. The whole point of this blog was actually to write this list. Here's a few of them:

• Eat a LARGE Hungry Jacks Bacon Deluxe burger meal
• Eat Pods
• Eat chocolate and those chocolate cookies that have been calling me from the pantry
• Try that new KFC roll thing with Popcorn Chicken in it
• Go to town and walk ALL day
• Drive
• Take Potato somewhere special
• Clean my room
• Go to school
• Play piano
• Catch up on two or three weeks of school work - I've lost track of time
• Bake something for Duc as an apology for not attending formal with him

I think that's all I wanted to say. Oh, also, one day I lost one of my socks in the bottom of my bed, and because I didn't have the energy to find the other sock, I just walked around with one sock the entire day.

[being asked what he'd be doing if he wasn't in comedy] "Shouting at people in the street probably." - Ross Noble

Health Update!

YES. I HAVE GLANDULAR FEVER. Also a throat infection. Three weeks off school. Hurray! Not really. Oh wow, I'm super tired.

I feel terrible. Really depressed - I had to tell my wonderful friend Duc that I can't go to his formal tonight, because the doctor says there's a chance my spleen/liver whatever might pop. I guess it's better to miss one formal than... you know. Die. haha.

So now I have to take it easy. I hate taking it easy. I want to go to school, damnit! I'M SO LONELY. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRR.

Thank you, and goodnight, people of the outside world.

The Kissing Disease.

MOVE OVER, SWINE FLU! Ojaye has a new thing to be worried about! Well, not really. I'm not too worried. I just want to say, [though my boyfriend may disagree,] I don't get sick often. I really don't. Sickness was never a huge thing for me. However, on the rare occasions I do get sick, I get very, very sick, so people remember it more.

This time around is no exception. On Monday and Tuesday, I felt very, very off. I drifted through a maths test, possibly failing, I'm not really sure what I was doing in it. (I DID study, I worked very hard, I just couldn't focus, I felt so sick.) People told me to stay home. "BAH!" I spat in their faces. (Well, not really. I just said "I'm fine" and didn't stay home.) On Wednesday, however, I began to feel feverish. "I'll just go home and sleep it off," I thought pathetically. I strugged through my chemistry class, had some sort of study lesson in the middle of the day, which I ended up sleeping in anyway, and then complained throughout the entire lunch break.

After lunch, Thuong (who was also sick) and I dragged ourselves to the music room, where I fell asleep at the piano while practising with some other girls for the school Musical. After one lesson, I went to my music teacher and asked her if I could go home straight after school instead of attending band practise. She said "Why after school? Just go home now"
So I did. In the office, while signing out, I ran into one of the Drama teachers, who told me I "look frail."
Poor Thuong, who ended up going to the hospital later that evening, also attempted to go home, but couldn't contact her mother. I wanted to take her home, but I don't think it's legal, or just, a good idea, for me to take her home when her mum isn't aware of it... ANYWAY.
I got home, moped around feeling sorry for myself, and then the next day, I felt so terrible, my mother took me to the doctor. "Tonsilitis, Throat infection, and -something else ojaye has forgotten-" he said, and also informed me that my tonsils were swollen and my throat was covered in pus. (EW, I KNOW.) Yes indeed, I was a very sick girl.

So our amazing plans for an awesome long weekend were dashed due to my sickness. Potato ended up coming over Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday to try and make me feel better. Unfortunately, it didn't help. (Well, I did feel better when he was around, but, you know, it's not like it's a cure or anything.)

Today I was supposed to go to school, but ended up bawling my eyes out in the shower (AGAIN) and mum said "you can't go to school today like this." We went back to the doctor, and, to my surprise (I could've cried when he told me this - I almost did!) he told me he thinks I may have Glandular Fever, also known as the "Kissing Disease." I thought it was very serious. My dad has told me in the past, "You'd better not get kissing disease! It's year 12! You'll be in bed for months!"
OH, THE AWKWARDNESS! It's ok, really. My dad was sorely misinformed, as are the people who read my Swine Flu blog, and believe it. The doc says that everyone has it in their lives, around their teenage years to early 20's. However, most people don't know they have it - they just think they have the flu. Others (like me), get it pretty bad, and then a small amount of people get it REALLY bad, as my dad had described. Quote the doctor, when talking to my mum, "It's ok, everyone's had it. You've had it, I've had it, everyone." I wanted to wolf-whistle when he said that, but I thought better of it.
He sent me off to get some blood tests, which I will retrieve in about two days. Until then, fingers crossed - let's hope that I just have tonsilitis, but I doubt it. I seem to have all the symptoms of Glandular Fever, and so far, the symptoms have lasted about 7 days. It would also explain why I've been feeling so 'down' lately - that's a symptom of Glandular Fever too.
So yes. That's my small medical adventure for you. Here are a few highlights of my day:

• The doctor looking at my throat, full of pus, and going "WOAH. O_O" The horrible state of my throat freaked him out a bit, I think.
• When getting my blood test, the woman was talking to me, asking me if I've ever had a blood test. "Yeah" I replied, "It's no problem." When she took my blood, she took it from my right arm, and took blood from the smallest vein she could find. Upon sticking the needle into my arm, the blood EXPLODED out of my arm, causing her to shriek a little bit. Apparently, she had never seen anything like it before. I bled a lot. Poor woman, at least I made the day interesting for her.
• Calling Claudina to tell her of my health status, and ask her to put aside work for me, so I don't miss out on anything. While on the phone, I heard her asking someone to open the door for her. The next moment, I hear her shriek, "HIEN! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE LAZILY OPENING THE DOOR FOR ME. OPEN THE DOOR." I laughed so much, I thought my glands were going to pop out of my throat.

PS - How do you like my new layout? Spiffy, eh? There's something about it that I'm not very fond of - I'll probably end up changing it very, very soon.

"Why do women insist on asking men what they're thinking? We're thinking: Fuck, better think of something to say." Either that or we're imagining that we're spies." - Ed Byrne