I'm so light-headed...

as I fainted for the first time today!
About an hour ago, I was standing near the window to get some sunlight, because I was digging at my palm with a pin cos I think I have a splinter in there from Lachlan dragging me around on the floor Friday night. That crazy boy...

Anyway, blood doesn't spook me at all. My hand wasn't even bleeding, but I could see it building up under my skin like a bubble. Gross. I gave up cos my hands got sweaty and I put the pin down, then my vision started to fade... so I put my hands on the ironing board and stuff to get some leverage. Mother's expression was all like "wtf" and she came over to me and tried to stand me upright, but I pretty much fell unconscious in her arms, swooning. :D Kinda awkward, as her leg is still a bit stuffed, and she was trying to hold me up. How unpleasant for her poor kneecap!

By the way, she's coming along nicely. She can walk really well without the crutches now. She doesn't even have to put both her feet on the one step to walk up the stairs!

Apparently I was out like 30-40 seconds, of course to me it felt like five, and when I came to I had no idea what was going on. Took ages for my vision to kick in again. Fainting is amazing! And disturbing! But exhilirating!

... Wow. Am I that deranged? Except for the headache I have afterwards, it was pretty exciting. Get the blood pumpin'. Pretty sure I would've left a sweat patch on the couch, lying there afterwards, I was so sweaty and my lips were white.

Let's change to a new topic, shall we? Last night was the school's trivia night, "Are you smarter than a Baysider?" There was only like, six, I think, people from my year level there, and our table came second after the table with our principal, head of the sub-school and a pile of other teachers on it.

Mrs. Cooper was going nuts. Casey and I decided that she was drunk. We'll remind her of the evening on Monday when she's sober... unless she works while intoxicated. We also couldn't find Ms. Sayer, and just assumed she went outside for a cigarette, so we gave her an ashtray later (even if it was a candle holder that looked suspiciously a lot like an ashtray).

So anyway, it was a hilarious and fun night. Agh, you should've been there.

Maybe it's not just a phrase...

The epically bad luck day: Friday the 13th. My mum fell UP (yes, up) the stairs and shattered some bone on her kneecap. She'll be on crutches for a while. The spooky part is that on the February Friday the 13th in 2004 (that's how I remember) she fell up the stairs and stuffed her arm up; it was in a cast for a while. Want it tog et SPOOKIER?! Both 13ths in question here, there were injections at school. In the wise, wise words of Jo Leddy, "I think your mum should stay bedbound on Friday the 13ths."

She also said that it dates back religiously - Jesus dying on a Friday, and that there were 13 people a his death/resurrection (I forget which one).

Anyway, today is a Monday, and although I have no plans for the whole day, I'm STILL too lazy to write about SYG, even though it was a tremendously fun experience. I will, however, show you what awards I got afterwards at the Soggies:
*The best gloves - and not giving people ideas
*Most philosophical and best quote - "I've been coming here 3 years and I've never seen those hills before"
*Best as doing the Nutbush whilst walking
*Most random person (Josh Clover).

That first one, I seriously have no idea who could've wrote that. I think someone was bugging me about what to write on the encouragement wall and I had no idea. That quote, was quite possibly the first thing I said to Sarah Keel all camp, and it's pretty dumb of me considering there are pretty much hills in every direction you look. Zoe and I were doing the Nutbush outside the radio station cos that song was on, then tried doing it as we walked back to Frankstonland, and my Frankston lanyard quite clearly says "John Glover" but the guy at Sacred Space thought it said Josh Clover. Admittedly, not a terribly bad name, considering I'm Irish and all...

Random anecdote. I've started saying "bueno" when I answer my phone now. Mother called me on Friday and after I said bueno, nothing happened. *Pause* "I said, 'bueno'?" "Oh! I thought you said hang on."
HAH. What a story without a plot that was.

Peace out, baby.

Friday the 13th

Stupid Sarah Lay. Totally stole my idea for a blog title.
I kept reminding everyone it was friday the 13th today. Haha, take that random year 9 & 10 girls who had cervical cancer injections! :) Bad luck, much?

Anyway, despite the terrible coldness (quite possibly the coldest school morning in all the realm) I had a terrific day. Got the results of my first VCE exam I ever did, Health and Human Development - 100%. YEAH BABY. I'm so proud. Totally not gloating or anything...

Only Zach and I got 100% out of everybody, and he technically got 84.5 out of 85 (actually, I was recounting mine like everyone else did, it was actually out of 87, and he got 86.5) but as a percentage it's st00pad to write 99.5% so, hey, why not do what we all love to do, and round up?

I had planned on writing a whole blog on the following, but I'm not sure if I could be bothered. The Lost season four finale last week. Anybody that watches the show - best episode ever, right?! I'd totally spoil it, but... actually, I may. Highlight the following to see what happened... The island was finally moved under Jacob's instructions, but Ben did it to sacrifice himself, because the person who moves it can never go back. Cept, he moved the island and it completely disappeared, leaving nothing but a tabula rasa of ocean. The freighter exploded, killing Michael and possibly Jin. We finally got to see the Oceanic Six escape. What the hell happened to Claire? She's not gonna be in the show next season. :( Locke became the leader of the Others. In the flashforwards, a man named Jeremy Bentham kept visiting the Oceanic Six and telling them to go back to the island (although they all knew that wasn't his name). Turns out Jeremy Bentham is Locke's alias - and he was the guy in the coffin in Jack's depressed flashforward. I LOVE THAT SHOW SO MUCH. If it were alive, I'd buy it things.

I'm such a slacker. I still haven't written about SYG. One day I'm gonna forget everything about it before I documented it. I'll have to brainstorm with people tonight... and after the SYG awards, the Soggies, are presented tonight. Eh... I'll write it tomorrow.

Walk Like An Egyptian!

Sorry, I was listening to that song. Gotta love The Bangles.
and pardon my postage of two blogs in one day. It's so unlike me! But somehow, I'm in the mood, and I just felt the need to.

For my baptism (just over a month ago) Digger and Masonagall gave me this awesome book called Total Devotion, with a little devo in it for every day of the year. If I was the type of person that didn't ahve a problem with defacing books, I'd so have put little notes in it and stuff. (Oh, and I need to get a bookmark.)

Admittedly, I've only read three or four pages of it so far, although Mason gave it to me at school like 2 or 3 weeks ago. For a little while it was in my locker, then my bag, and it's been out into my house for about ten days now. Hey, whenever I realize it's there on the coffee table, I have a read!

Anyway, I read one earlier on today that seemed to stick into my mind. It was called "To Die or to Die". It was about (excuse me if this is way off, this is what I took out of it) how the choices we make affect our involvement in God's plan for us. The thing I love about this book is that it doesn't just spell things out in black and white and expects you to understand it - it gives you Bible verses, it elaborates simply, gives you examples of what teenagers do and stuff (it even givs them names!)

This one featured a kid named Tadd, whose friends were encouraging him to beat up some random "wuss" just cos he could, and for acceptance, although Tadd felt super, super bad about it. And just like a soap, the story LEFT WITH A CLIFFHANGER ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT HE PUNCHED THE GUY. How frustrating.

"Read Mark 8:31-38. What did Jesus say was the toughest thing about following him?" Here's Mark 8:34: Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." Allow me to explain what that means just like the book had.

Man, I love this book.

Now in dilemmas like Tadd's you're faced with two choices - One that will give you social acceptance but disappoint God; another that makes you a recluse but hey, God's proud of yah! I believe the point this story was making was - what's the point of picking the wrong path? Either way we die and into God's hands. Jesus had said that anyone devoted to him must imitate him. To "deny yourself and take up the cross". Swap your way, for his way, totally.

And I know, me, picking out those last couple of sentences, kinda of hypocritical, as I'm no Jesus. But hey, I'm getting there! You can't"imitate" him overnight. It's still been a month since my baptism and I feel more religious than ever.

The last sentence in this tale reads, "Daring to stick with jesus sometimes feels like you've been hung up to die. Tough stuff. But Jesus promises that his way leads to life."

Switched blogs to Blogger

Having all my blogs on MySpace was really starting to bug me. So I just transferred them all here. ... Like I had anything better to do.

Anyway, I'd so write a blog about this year's my 3rd, SYG, but I won't. You know, I totally would, if I werren't so sick of the sight of this thing. I'll do it tomorrow sometime.

I spent a few hours today cleaning the house because it's a mess. It was actually noticeable until mum came home with the shopping and put it on the once-clean kitchen bench. Now it just makes the room look like crap again, because I did most things like the dishwasher and making beds and doing the bins and stuff. I love cleaning. And storage. *Twitches*

Something I noticed while moving my blogs; I've grown up so much! All of my 2005/6 sorta ones are really, really sadistic! Don't bother reading them... they as dull as dishwater (what a lame simile). But I am anew! I'm refreshed, renewed, this semester's exams are over... I so could've gone to school today and gotten the marks for them but I was so tired. I still haven't caught up from the lack of sleep I had at State Youth Games.

See you later. =]