Ok. Heads up. I'm tired and not really all here today so just kinda read around what doesn't really make much sense.

Up to week four in school and it's really starting to pick up both academically and leadership wise.

As, uh, 'tradition' we sell (fake) roses for Valentine's Day and then dress up to hand them out. That was amusing. So many little side stories about it here and there and comments I could make. Anyway, main one, we were short like 70 roses I think was the number. So, being leaders, we made the executive descision to take the senior leaders roses out because we had an order of roses coming in after we had handed roses out. People didn't like that, oh no. I was fine with it. Then again I am anti-social and didn't expect that many roses. I wore my pink dress I sewed (with me Mam's help) and the matching headband with it. I also drew love hearts on my cheeks, coloured them with eyeshadow and wore tacky red lipstick. I'm the Valentine Fairy; minus the wings.

Oh, swimming carnival; another excuse for me to dress up. I'm in the house where our colour is green. Now, I adore Wicked and Elphaba, my Mama understands this, so, she pitched to me that I paint myself green. Yes, I painted myself green!! My arms and my face with some neck too. If I get photos I may upload them to scraps. I was stunning to use one adjective. I had a black shirt with green hearts tacked on it (Scarecrow reppin' there) and a black garbage bag, tiered green crepe paper skirt. Oh, and my witch's hat with a green band that trailed a little down at the back; as well as, black and white striped socks. Geeze, it was hot under there! Totally worth it thoughl I won house points for coming first in Fashion in the Field. People's reactions were priceless and yeah, I'm a vain, attention lovin' eccentric.

I'm officially, uh, 'it' Captain-wise. I've been inducted and have my little badge now. It was pretty scary yet fun at the same time. I had to speak on whole school assembly with invited guests and parents attending as well. I realise now, once you're up there actually talking, it's really fun. The fact that everyone's looking at you and listening (well, mostly) to you it pretty amazing. Mama and Dad attended for the special event; that was really nice. Then we got free food! Haha, highlight of the day the free food, hhmmm, doesn't seem right but uh, sure. That was fun though and really worthwhile.

Very difficult to try and remember everything when you're tired.

I was screenprinting bandana's for year eight camp on Thursday arvo. The upside to that; other then getting to know the male VC and my art teacher better, was I get to 'shotty' which colour I'd like for me group. Male VC shottied green and I shottied a perriwinkle blue. The screenprinting on them is ssoo nice. Miss mixed the red and blue together with some white and eventually they mixed to a nice purple.

Had an off day today. Going to sound stupid but it all started in third period (my last period of the day. Huzza for early finishes). There was a differentiation problem I couldn't do. I tried three times. So I asked for help; still confused. Up to this point I was the nerdy girl with the answers; basically. When I do my maths I write everything out. When Miss did it, she skipped a line so I was confused. No idea why but I just started crying and it would not stop. Eventually she let me out of the room to wash my face. This was REALLY early on in the lesson too. I kinda hid out in the toilets. I wasn't ready to go back. One of the girls in my class went to the bathroom and found me. We just hung out and talked. Eventually Miss sent another girl to find us but she left. Towards the end of the lesson she came looking for me and we met about half way back. Anyway, crappy lesson and I was like a tap or a pent up watermain just ready to burst after that.

After that went to my English teacher for help. Started crying then as well. Ended up sitting in her office with her just talking and strangely enough we both had vegemite sandwiches. She told me I should take up some physical activities and that I should have a study planner. Too much for my final year of highschool.

Uh, that's all I can think of/remeber right now. It's half past midnight here. Seriously my cue to go to bed.