Details

More and more lately I’ve been feeling like my blog posts have to have a particular point. Which I know of course is wrong, because hardly anybody who minds me posting about boring details of my life reads this blog, but still.

I keep feeling like I have to write more, I have to write longer. I feel like it has to have a point.

Ironically, I have no idea where I’m going with this.

Let’s move on to the boring-details-of-my-life bit.

Today I dissected something for the first time: a sheep’s heart! In science we had to cut it open right down the middle, then poke around inside and see what bits we could identify. We got the left and right atriums and ventricles, the vena cava, various veins, arteries and capillaries, valves, and the aorta. I got to stick my finger down the aorta. Very cool.

I would love to dissect a lung. I’m not even sure if that’s possible in high school, but wouldn’t it be great to see all the alveoli? They’re the coolest-looking things.

Another boring thing is my maths is going not-so-well. I didn’t do fantastically on my exam (think 61%) and I stress out whenever the teacher picks me to answer a question. Still, I can hold my own in geometry and data, and that, to me, is an achievement.

My science project is the other thing stressing me out – I’m not too far off finishing but seeing as it’s due this week it’s far enough off finished to make me anxious. Stupid girl for not starting earlier.

On a slightly-less-boring and slightly-exciting note, I came equal first in a school competition! Better yet, an ENGLISH competition! Better yet, a WRITING competition! Better yet, I tied with the cleverest girl in the grade! I think I can safely say that over the, let’s see, 2-ish years of this blog, my writing skills have increased tenfold. It’s due to the amount of writing practice I get that I won.

Thank you, blog readers, for not letting me down and encouraging me! You shall have kisses!

xx
Za

P.S. Incidentally, my winning short-story combined my loves of photography and writing – it was about a photographer named Leo. Leo is now my true-fictional-love.

Baking

I’ve had a pretty lovely weekend so far. On Friday I scored a day off school because I’m awesome – no, I tell a lie, I was pretty sick and I felt pretty wretched. I had hardly slept the night before, so up until about 11:30 I snuggled into my parents’ bed and watched Love Actually while sleeping on and off. I got up, had a fried lunch courtesy of my English stepmum, then went back to bed for an hour or so. At 2 I woke up and felt pretty much fine, so I was super good and did some maths homework. So because I was OK for most of the day this weekend has felt like a long one – and the week just gone felt like a short one because of the Queen’s Birthday public holiday.

I am really looking forward to Doctor Who tonight, and I mean REALLY. The writer of this week’s episode is Richard Curtis, my all-time favoutite screenplaywright (Love Actually, Notting Hill, 4WAAF, The Boat that Rocked, etc etc etc). He’s a huge British romantic comedy writer. I love his stuff.

Also this week there is BILL NIGHY – one of my all-time favourite actors who seems to be to Richard Curtis as Johnny Depp is to Tim Burton. In everything he does. Bill is a grumpy, talented old man who has arthritis particularly badly in his hands.

Now you know about tonight’s Doctor Who!

And now I have to go and make meringues. I’ve been baking queen this week – chocolate cupcakes and meringues.

xx
Za.

Rainy

Ooooh. It’s very rainy today.

I am currently wrapped up in a rainbow knitted blanket, with a hot chocolate, blogging from my iPod.

You know how it gets rainy and all you want to do is stay inside? It’s like that in Sydney today. Any person with half a brain cell is bundled up on their couch tonight. Who knows, I might even settle down and watch a DVD for a Friday night treat.

But seriously, it has been pouring ALL DAY. When I got up at 7, it was bucketing. When I left at home at 8, it was practically hailing and still dark. Waiting for the bus in the afternoon there was a puddle the depth of a retracted fold-up umbrella on the road. And now, at 6, it’s still raining at a pretty consistent rate.

Hell, there was a TORNADO in the north of NSW yesterday. All my life the word “tornado” has been such an Americanism. Tornados just don’t happen outside of America, let alone in Australia. Let alone in MY STATE.

As far as I know, the damage of today’s storms has been pretty considerable. They were showing images on the news of flooded roads, windswept houses, etc. Nothing serious, just inconvenient.

But everything newsworthy aside, I do enjoy a rainy day. When I was little, rainy weekends were the only chance we got to play on Mum’s computer, and the rain still hold some of that sentiment – nobody expects much of you when it’s too wet to go outside. I love it.