It went wll for a long time and I made it through to the third round when I played giants that I thought were 16 let alone 12 turning 13.

I played hard but they really needed tall(er) goalkeepers. But I loved what I’ve learnt.

I even got to stand up in assembly!!!

This was the theme to my birthday party this year. When Jessica had her party when she was 12 I was inspired to have mine as soon as possible. So on Saturday after it was postponed because of the moon being in the wrong place the turn out was a little sad with it being 7 people to come and 20 invited… Even Tamlin couldn’t come! L

This blog post will be too long if I tell you everything that we did but I’ll tell you about my favourites. We built kites instead of making sandcastles. We walked to Just Nuisance and did a couple of activities there. We walked to quite a few places and did 10 RaodBlocks. We finished on a submarine and it was very close but we came second which if you know me is DEVISTATING!!! But we went back to the hall and we ate the most delicious foods from all over the world, which were all made by Miranda except for South Africa, which was KoekSisters but everything else. Like the pizza from Italy, Jam Tarts from England, Spring Rolls from Hong Kong, Sushi (made by Jessica and eaten all by Luke) from Japan, Quiche from France, mini hamburgers from USA, samusas from India, Nachos from Mexico and I’m sure I’m missing a few. From the people that came I got

Money (The number will be left to the imagination but a clue is that three people gave money and not shocker is that two of them were boys DUH)

Two chocolate

Bath Salts

Two bath cream things

Slippers that unfortunately don’t fit

The cake was Miranda’s first circular cake with it being vanilla with chocolate fudge sauce to bind with the most amazing icing and she made Tamsyn’s Purple Planet and I was on top doing a handstand

Everyone together now AWWWW!!!

This has now concluded my birthday there is no more opportunity to milk it but there’s still next year ; )

Just thought everyone should now that I tried my best at trails fell on my knees (which now look like a war scene) but did infact make it through to the next round! YAY!

Today I am going back to school after my two week Easter holiday. I thought that the holiday could’ve been one week long and seeing as on the second to last day it was Easter it wasn’t really and EASTER holiday. My first day was quite a success there really wasn’t much to report. It was average we had prefect photos and normal soccer breaks. There was a lovely little success of that day though. And by ‘little’ I mean HUGELY AWESOME success of that day. Out of all my netball team (which is at least enough to make a C team) I was chosen to go to WP trails. Another girl was chosen aswel but that’s it. Just us two!

YAY!!! Seeing as my first netball practise went well and left me a stiff piece of useless I am nervous and excited. I should have my WP trails by Tuesday latest.

The week so far has been going really well and I hope the term will work out aswel.

The trails are on Friday so wish me luck!

We’ve been walking for days now. There seems to be no end in site. I was starting to loose faith and I was afraid we were going t turn against each other.

But then I saw it. The luminescent sign was bright compared to the other mall advertisements. It read:

Long Beach Pet Shop

I knew we were all excited. All of us except for Andrew. He didn’t say it but you could see it in his eyes. He wanted out. Didn’t want the responsibility. But it was too late for that. We’d come too far. Gone through too much. We walked to the back of the shop and stared. They were big, small. So many different shapes and sizes. It was the moment of truth. It took us long. Maybe too long. People came and went choosing theirs. We stood and contemplated until finally we decided on four.

Yes four. It was slow motion as the man came to take them out for us. We bought some extras to make them feel at home. Was I becoming weak in front of the team, who knows? All I knew is that my life would never be the same… How could it be the same? Aliens were entering our home base becoming one of us. It was strangely exciting. On the way home we were silent but not for long we were bursting with ideas. We were going to name them. Maybe I was becoming a softy. I knew naming them would make me become attached  and yet we named them anyway. Willow the elegant one, Ebony the one with the ‘afro’, Opal the big one and Topaz the one that was freakin’ out.

I got fish. Proper goldfish. Ebony is back (NO?), Willow was so chilled and very elegant and the shape of  a willow leaf (REALLY?), Opal was the biggest and opal coloured (SHOCKER!) and Topaz is topaz coloured (MINDBLOWING).

In the time it has taken me to write and post this bogpost two o my fish have died and all four have been ill. At first Willow was resting at the bottom of the tank and only coming up to eat. I woke up after two days of this and Willow was dead. Opal was showing the same symptoms so we spent whole day researching goldfish diseases. Apparently goldfish can live up to 20 years and goldfish hardly ever get sick (Ya right tell that to Willow, Opal, Topaz and Ebony). Nothing, We established that they had clamped fins but that was it. So we went to the Aquarium Shop  where the man was extremely helpful. He told us that it was because we hadn’t got our filter working and we never soaked the gravel in the aquarium. So he gave us medicine and a filter. We got everything sorted and put them into a very very clean tank. They were looking good but then Topaz   got these strange red markings all over her body and we noticed Ebony started showing signs of Ick. We went back to the Aquarium Shop and again the guy was amazing. He told us something about Ammonia we got some aquarium salt and more medicine. They all had Ick by the time we got back. We gave them the medicine and they were looking better. But unfortunately Opal didn’t make it. We ow have two little graves outside our house.

You know how difficult it is to think about yourselves and find your problems.

I am not talking about

“I hate my hair”

“My legs are like think bamboo poles” or whatever

I am talking about personality traits that will be with you forever and make you.

Like with me for example I understand that I am very judgmental. I know that this annoys quite a lot of people especially when I am vocal about my issues.

The thing is I am better off. I know this.

I tried to explain to Tamlin. I told her I was sorry but I was a very judgemental person and that that is the way I am and she mustn’t be offended by every opinion that I voice. And do you know what she says?

“Uh HUH! You don’t say?” She says it like she had had that conclusion the whole time.

But the problem that I have with this is I can deal with everyone saying that I am judgemental but when Tamlin says it, it makes it true and she makes it a bad thing. Like she doesn’t understand how hard it is to come to those conclusions.

Today we were playing soccer for (overly stereo-typical) England Day. I wasn’t even goalie! I was attacker and I would just charge at the person until the forfeit the ball. We played 3 different games so you can imagine my pale skin was BRIGHT RED after the games. Just about everyone thought that for my sake they should mention this fact. Juuuuuust in case I didn’t know already.

I go to Tamlin and say

“Wow I can feel how red my face is!”

And what does she say?

“YA! I don’t think it’s ever been this red!”

Like it wasn’t hard to say that and to be confident in spite of the fact your face resembles a tomato. 

And then guess what? She gets angry with ME!

The way I deal with these situations is by being very honest with the person. I will tell them exactly what I am thinking. I told Tamlin that it didn’t matter what anyone else says its her opinion that matters to me.

She went on to the bus. I wouldn’t say that we’re fighting. But I don’t know anymore.

By the way HAPPY HUNDREDTH BLOG POST!!!!

The Beginning:

Tamlin had grade one duty. I thought. Shame. At least I get a break.

I go out to break chatting away with a girl that we’ll call Nicole. Nicole is the one who is constantly annoying me because of all her ‘injuries’. I am not a rude person and I certainly wasn’t going to cause an unnecessary fight. She said that she would accompany me in the goals. We were standing ready for the game to begin

The Middle:

I was off in a fantasyland whishing my friends would come. I saw one coming my way so I wasn’t paying attention when Nicole said my name quite urgently and kind of afraid. I looked at her obviously not knowing. I thought she was struggling getting her juice bottle to open. That’s when I saw the first drop of blood. She was crying. Quite loudly. I knew that this wasn’t just a nosebleed. I got her to put her head up slightly and I started walking her towards the sick bay. She was crying heavily and the blood was streaming down her face and she already had a hand full of blood. I had to switch sides because of the wind and I didn’t particularly want any blood on myself. As she started spitting out blood and the think blood came on several occasions I had to swallow my lunch that was rising dangerously close to the surface. Two girls came to ask if there was anything they could do. I told them to get Mrs G and the first aid room ready. They went off. Another girl came but was useless. I was trying to keep Nicole calm with soothing encouraging voices. Saying arbitrary junk about how good she was being. On our way was the bathroom. I thought that this would be a good place to stop quickly. She emptied her hand full’s of blood in to the sink. Because she was crying she was spraying a lot of blood everywhere. INCLUDING MY ARM!!! I washed it off quickly and got her cleaned up… Sort of.

Mrs G came and instructed her to move and what not. I followed obediently.

Luckily another good prefect was in the bathroom. She was so wonderful and managed to get a team working and cleaning the blood. I stayed with Nicole until I had to check on the Bathroom Team. They wanted gloves to wear but we had none. I had to find a plastic bag. I then had to find Mr W for disciplinary.

The End:

Turns out a boy called ‘Call’ chucked an apple, which happened to land square in the middle of Nicole’s face. Just when I thought I was going to get a break. I was asked if I could find ‘call’ and Nicole and get them to Mr W.

I was patient and found ‘call’ he and Nicole sat and waited for Mr W. I stood outside until they were done like a good little girl.

The Aftermath (epilogue):

Apparently Nicole had been:

Punched

In a Fight

Had got to hot and that’s why she had a nose bleed

Was over reacting

‘Call’ got a weeks worth of break detentions which lots disagree with and think he should’ve got worse but then again no one can prove it wasn’t an accident.

I learnt that blood CAN make you want to throw up…

(Which I did not by the way).

All in all a wonderful way to spend my 20 minute, only! break.

Today I got to school later than usual at quarter to eight. I thought “Hey! I have time to see my friends before I have to go line up grade 1s!”

I go round to the field sure enough there everyone is.

Not two minutes in I here.

“HEY!! DID YOU SEE THAT”-unknown voice

Maybe it’s a trait that you learn when you become a prefect but you here this sort of thing and it always ALWAYS leads you to trouble.

I check where the voice is coming from and see where all the whispers are directed. I go towards the scene and see that there are prefects there (doing nothing by the way) I here from voices that someone knocked down a beehive and THEN got younger children to throw stones at it with him.

Before I even get to the scene I see the bees and literally turn around, go straight against the crowd. I use my amazing ability to walk REALLY REALLY fast without actually running. I get to the staff room and ask for Mrs CF. I explained that if I didn’t think it was necessary for her to come then I wouldn’t have asked but that there are plenty of children who are allergic and that children were being foolish and could easily stung. Mrs CF jogged while I kept pace with my ‘freak walking’. We got there and she did what the prefects couldn’t. Kept the children out of harms way.

I found out that the idiot who knocked over the bee hive was a grade 7!!! But wait it gets worse. He took his tennis racket and that he hit it off the tree and got grade 4s to throw stones at the bees. I don’t know if anything in his brain started sending off signals like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!” “STOP NOW QUICKLY BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!!!!”.

I feel I did the right thing seeing as the prefects obviously did not have it under control.

Just while I’m ranting. This one prefect that I have never liked but have tried so sooooo patiently to try and get along with who is also a huge attention seeking hyprecondriact goes practically through the bees to tell me how stupid she thinks this boy is for knocking the beehive down because of people like her who are ‘allergic to bees’.

Hey, I’m not saying she isn’t. But I’m also saying that I don’t care because this is also the girl who believes that she doesn’t have to bring an asthma pump even though she ‘suffers terribly’ from asthma. So one day I’m going to save her life with my pump you know.

But I am not worried the rest of the day was pretty good I guess.

The Ruler has never made a live presentation ever. He has always pre-prepared his speeches and then records it. Always the same. There is a picture of our flag but never his face. Us commoners shouldn’t be trusted with the knowledge of his facial features. We usually here his voice over the radio so it wouldn’t matter anyway. But it makes it all suspicious. The voice is always the same and sometimes I wonder if it’s really him. But you get disposed of if you think like that.

Sky and I have caught the bus as usual. Not many of the children can afford someone to take them to school. Our school uniform is the same as everyone else’s in the whole continent. Grey skirt and white blouse. The only problem is that by the time it’s handed down to the next child the shirt is more grey and the skirt is black from dirt. At school we learn Mathematics, English, French, Spanish, History and Life Sciences. History always causes a row in our house because apparently it’s completely incorrect. They only teach us about wars and how bad the past was. It’s a futile attempt to make us believe that now is better than then. Which couldn’t be true because people die everyday, all hours of the day. Life Science is supposed to teach us all about what we’ll need to know when we leave school. This subject is a complete joke to me. They teach us how to handle a baby, cook and work a job at the same time. They’ve taught us how to clean a whole house in an hour and a half. It’s aggravating. It’s like all we’re good for is babies, cleaning the house and cooking. It’s pathetic that they would believe that I am going to sit back and live a stupid life at home. I’m going to go out and make a difference in the world.

In Life Science we were all asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. My answer, written in black ink was

THE RULER

My parents received numerous letters. It was a bit traumatic them. But I am not going to sit back while people die in un-noble ways. Not only is it sad, traumatic and mean but it’s wrong. When I grow up I’m going to make a difference…

Don’t worry I’m still living! The only reason that I haven’t really put anything on my blog is because I have realised that bogs aren’t really for posting about your day. Unless something funny or stupid happened. I feel the only things that should go on my blog is something that I feel really strongly about, my book, cute internet things like DBPB and Attack Of The Cute. So just letting you know that everything is good. And the next blog post is going to be book.

I am on Pg 10! YAY!

Hello all. I am back from my 3-day school camp at The Christian Centre in Stellenbosch.  It was the EPICIST!!!!!!! (That is now a new word meaning Extraordinarily Epic-(Epic-Ist). ). The first day we got driven up in busses and then got into dorms. I got a cool dorm because we were 5 instead of 4 people so we also got our own bathroom including our very own SHOWER!! We also got put into groups. I wasn’t in Tamlin’s group which…yes…sucked buuuuut I was with some really awesome people that were my friends. Our first activity was building a raft.

So close to Kontiki I was ecstatic. Except they sucked. They did the stupid type of ‘lashing’ ever. What was THAT about? I wanted to take the leader push him into the lake and then teach them all square lashing. You will be pleased to know that I did not do that and I also bit my tongue. Guess what I found out later. We were the ONLY team that did the actually building of the raft. Instead they just did the races. Sucky right? We did a couple of other activities and had dinner. After dinner we went on this night hike, which was COLD!! Tamlin didn’t bring a jersey so, the best friend that I am, I lent my lovely jersey to her. By the way I told her to bring a jersey but nooooo. This boy that is friends with some of my guy friends comes up to me and hugs me and says “I’m cold”. I was so awkward. I was like Ah huh that’s nice. He sat in front of me at breakfast and tried to play footsie with me under the table. His mistake because I was wearing my 4X4 shoes and stood promptly on his foot. I don’t think I saw that much of him after that. . At 10:15 we were told to go to sleep. At 10: 18 I was asleep and didn’t care whomever was talking in my dorm.

Day 2 was the best. It was non-stop activities which tested our leading, listening and trust skills. There were lots of blind folding activities which, if I may say so myself, I ROCKED AT. As long as I was the one giving the instruction. One of my favourite activities of day two was when  we had to fill a tube (a tube with lots of HOLES) with water to get a ball out. At first everyone was very hard working and stressing. Very competitive. Then you just hear “QUICKLY JOSH PUT YOUR CHEEK AGAINST THE HOLE!!” We were still serious until we hear josh say “AHHHHHHH!!! IT’S IN MY EAR! It has now seeped into my brain.” We started laughing and then everyone was mentioning every oriphious that had water in. It was lovely because we stopped being serious and started enjoying ourselves. The same activity you had 3 teammates blindfolded and 1 leader trying to get the blindfolded to pick up a puzzle piece. Two of the boys were running because we behind and then BANG they smashed against each other. More laughs were shared and we started winning because we were working well together. We had to make a skit for around the bon fire. I had to take the leader role here other wise we would have been doing an insensitive skit on mentally challenged children. I told everyone the skit I had in mind, which is called Mr Price.

Guy 1 walks by with a nice hat on

Girl 1: Damn I like your hat!

Guy 1: I got it from Mr Price

Guy 2 walks by with a nice shirt on

Girl 2: Damn I like your shirt

Guy 2: I got it from Mr Price

Guy 3 walks by with nice shorts on

Girl 3: Damn I like your shorts

Guy 3: I got it from Mr Price.

Guy  4 walks up traumatized and in only a towel.

Girl 4: OH MY GOSH!! What’s your name?

Guy 4: Mr Price…

I had to explain it 7 times but they found it funny eventually and I got one of the boy leaders hooked when I told him he could be Mr Price. We doubled up on everything though so we had two Mr Prices. We were the most practised group there. When we did it was a hit… Or so I thought. I found out later that just about NO ONE got our skit! I got it and it was funny and that’s all that matters.

This is for dad:

I FOUND A PEANUT

I FOUND A PEANUT
I FOUND A PEANUT JUST NOW!!!!

After the bon fire that was a hit with everyone and got quite violent in the end with lots of

YOUR FACE, YOUR FACE, YOUR FACE JUST NOW.

Speaking of violent. There was one fight at the camp. Some one said something to get someone else agro. Someone else took it personally and responded rudely then some one punched someone else. Neither of them were aloud free time. Poor someone else. He is a very sweat guy that I would never see in a fight ever. He had a red eye and a swollen lip.

Day 3: We split our groups (instead of 7 separate groups we had 4) I was with TAMLIN!!! I was also with most of my other group. Our first activity was figuring out a way to get through a ‘spider web’. Only two people were aloud through one hole. No touching the sides. We had to pick a guy and girl leader. The guy leader was the creepy “I’m cold guy” and I was nominated as the female leader. Again I had to be bossy. There were 27 of us. I could not talk to each one individually and nicely. No I had to talk to them with authority. And if that makes me bossy then I’m sorry I’m bossy. We were doing very well. We had figured out a way to get the nice thin skinny people through the nice small girls through. Then we figured out a way to get the two larger girls through which I will say was quite difficult. They stood on my back. On MY BACK!!!! I was gracious and kept telling them that they were like feathers. I was very nice. They went through on to another girls back on the other side right. Who got all the slaps on the back saying “Wow! Well done they stood on your back and EVERYTHING”. Why no not me. Of course the girl on the other side. Oh well. We managed lots of people to get through but the whistle blew and we had to move on. Which sucked because we would have got everyone over I’m telling you now! The rest of the activities were okay I guess but I liked The Spider Web one the most because it really challenged my leading abilities. I mean REALLY challenged me! We then got on the bus where we sang Adele songs all the way home.

I am now home and have almost no voice. I had such a wonderful time and will be uploading pictures as soon as I can!