G’day! I’m playing the Sims 2 as I type this (yes, I’m a nerd and am on two computers at once *drool*) but oh well ^_^ I love this game, it’s so bloody addicting! I mean, seriously. :P It crashed before when my lady, Isobel Paradis, went into labour. Silly computer. Hehe. I miss my games from James’ computer - i was doing so well! - my lady was a knowledge obessive and had almost full skill points, and my guy wasnt doing to bad either.

What has dear Sarah been up to since she got back from New Zealand..? Truth be told, not much. Maths is getting on my nerves, as i’m trying to catch up and am failing terribly at doing so. I went school shoe shopping (hooray. I had to get ones with heels, which are against school rules. bwaha. nothing I could do about it though.) and had to drive mums car. God, that car’s a bitch - it’s a convertable, and you cant see out of the back ‘window’ (a sheet of plastic -_-; ) - i was so scared i was going to hit something whilst overtaking :p

anyway, back to my maths. will blog tomorrow after school :)

After a massive battle with my coding, Sonya and I have managed to convert the important parts (being the layout, header and blog) into XHTML, and as a result, it is completely valid. Now the big task is fixing up all my content *drool*

Now, I best do some maths otherwise I’ll know nothing for next year.

Hi everyone :) I’m back from yet another WONDERFUL trip to New Zealand. I seriously can’t wait to go back again. I’m quite sad now to actually be home, but I shouldn’t take the time I had with James for granted, because I had a marvellous time - full of Gay guys (I’m super, thanks for askinggg) and shitsandgiggles. I must say that the trip home was a comedy of errors. Jeez..

To start with, I get on the plane, trying not to bawl my eyes out (as one does when they get on planes.) Being slightly nervous with take offs and landings, I was sitting there minding my own business when…

The power died.

*insert massive mid-teenage-paranoia-breakdown right about now*
was nothing to worry about - the power running the air conditioner and the lights had just failed. He started the plane up again, kept moving down the runway and

It died again.

*insert an even bigger massive mid-teenage paranoia breakdown right about now*
e were towed back to the gate, completely powerless and wondering what the hell is going on. About now I was crying from frustration, confusion, shitscaredness, and the fact that James wasn’t there to hold my hand.

Turns out that the entire power generator had died, so an external power generator was used for the take off: Apparently the thing that died is only used for taking off, so atleast we weren’t going to plummet to our deaths, but naturally, NOONE EXPLAINED THAT TO ME UNTIL HALF WAY THROUGH THE FLIGHT.

Well, we’re flying. Hooray. I get served a “continental breakfast” of fruit salad (consisting of four tiny squares of melon - two honeydew and two rock melon - and two grapes. *sarah stares quizically at bowl*) “Just Right” cereal (for which there was not enough milk) Cold coffee (for which there was also not enough milk, due to the fact I was an idiot and used it all on my cereal) an orange juice (mmm, pulp.) and, of course, that I - don’t - want - to - know - how - stale - you - are coisannt, (which the guy next to me decided he wanted, so he took mine. Not like I was complaining.) I decided to watch Wimbledon which got proceedingly ridiculous (I mean, why would Kirstin Dunst go for a guy who looks about fourty eight. How could this said fourty eight year old guy win wimbledon {and beat leighton hewit too for that matter} when HES NON EXISTANT!? It’s like Julia Roberts playing a character who pretends to be Julia Roberts in Oceans 12 - GO FIGURE O_O) so I turned that off and listened to my ipod.

Hooray, we’ve landed - hooray, at the gate. *gets carry on luggage* - what? the walkway has broken down… Oh are you serious!? *sits on the plane for a further hour before they fix the blasted thing*

I’ve come to the decision that leaving New Zealand was a very bad idea. The only known remedy is to go back as soon as possible.

In other news, I go back to school on Monday. Shitpissmotherfuck.

So, Hi, Bye, and i’ll blog soon. I feel like content-making.