these gloriously grass-stained gowns .

What time is it?
...
No, I don't really care about what time it is.

SUMMEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
YAAAAYYYYYY!

To the many people who loathe summer, you've all had a disgustingly cold winter already. It's been butt-freezing, eye-wincing, finger-chilling and rainy. Absolutely horrible!

..yeah, everyone should be feeling that slight tingle of foreboding inch up their spines right about now. It's going to a be a really really boring blog entry! As in, really really really really really really really boring and bad because I have nothing to write about! That's how boring it will be!
And when I write like this, I never proofread either, so it will be baaadddd. And boring!

So I think I'll try and inject some sensibility into this because everyone should be solemn about a insipid blog post.
Last warning - one very drab blog post ahead. Or even worse; something verging on the treacherous edge of...normality!

The first nonsensically bland topic ; celyyyy!
Most people seem to have vaguely talked about you already ( well I can only recall Suvi+her eleven but whatever ) so I might as well write something fluffy and meaningful about/to you.

*serious mode*

*clears throat*

*scratches mosquito bite*

Anyway.
Celyyyy, darling, don't you think we've had a strange-ish relationship? As innocent year sevens, we were relatively friendly towards each other, although not particularly close ( how close could we be, it was year seven! ). Year eight + nine, our not-really-close relationship kind of disintegrated into an affair of awkwardness when stuck with only each other. Remember when during the Athletics carnival this year, we were both like 'Yeah...I kind of feel like I can't really talk with her...'? The really sad thing is that it truly has been in these last few terms that we have, for a serious lack of a better word, gotten 'chummy'. While this normally would be a great thing, it's slightly irritating that this newfound non-awkwardness will most likely only enlarge whatever regret I'll feel at not getting to know you better when you betray [the school we go to which I will not name because of my rather healthy fear of online stalkers]. Because I feel lazy and not bothered to type more, I will just say most sorrowfully that I will most definitely miss you, even though it might be worth it to see you achieve that retardedly high ATAR ( which you will get, because who else does maths for fun.. ). So good luck, and uh...good regards!...?

*serious mode splutters out weakly*

SEE CELY, TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE ALL SWEET AND GOOEY!
Although it's all true. I actually will really miss you. Truly!
I think I'll stop sounding like I'm convincing myself now...

Second topic; I AM VERY OUTRAGED.
WHY DOES EVERYONE SOUND SO SURPRISED WHEN I SAY I'M WILLINGLY BLOGGING OF MY OWN ACCORD?
ELENA'S NOT THAT MUCH OF A SLAVE DRIVER!
Well, she actually is, seeing as she pressured me yesterday...and the day before...but...yeah, okay, I can see why it's weird that I'm blogging. But in my defense, this hardly counts as a blog post seeing as most of it is tripe.

Third; I kind of feel sorry for my school's dearest brother school.
..whatever, no one reads my blog anyway; I'll just use names.
Apparently it doesn't exist in most people's mentalities. I was catching up with a primary school friend of mine, and we had a girly discussion on formals..
Her: You had your formal with ruse, right?
Me: Um...no. Why would we? I mean it might make more sense if it was with our brother school, but ruse? That's just strange.
Her: SERIOUS? BROTHER SCHOOL? I always thought it was NSG and RUSE! What else can there be...NSB?
Me: Why yes, as strange as it is, we do have a brother school known as the easily forgotten NSB.
Poor poor poor poor NSB...

Fourth; I just did another EQ test 'cause I was giving up on blogging and...holy crap, I'm so bad at it. Meet my newest EQ score, 68!
The only good thing about that is that when I hurt someone's feelings, or handle something retardedly, I can attempt to blame it on my technical emotive retardation.
How depressing. How bleak. How...okay, I think I'll switch topics now..

Fifth; I think I'm getting this thing with random songs, like true colours. It might be because it was from Glee, but i think it sounded really nice AND had a nice message.

'But I see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow'

I think writing Cely's thing made me get all sentimental and well-meaning and generally feeling nice, so I'll insert some more fluffiness below.

If you know enough about me to know the link of this blog, you can generally be convinced that I love you. Even if the love for each person might vary in degrees of uh...whatever unit love is measured in. But it is still love, so be happy.
If you're just a a random stalker, I love you a lot less. It creeps me out that it is possible for you to read about the various dodgy aspects of my life, but in my nicely blissful cloud, I extend the foot of love towards you as well. Just please don't reciprocate it.
Love life everyone (:
( and I hope no one actually wasted the time to have read the whole thing because I wouldn't have )

..the next entry I post on this weary blog will have to be really angsty and emo to make up for the overwhelming SACCHARINE-NESS of this entry.