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I finished the first week of term without a problem. Well, it was only three days, and I did feel like crap on Thursday, and kept falling asleep in class but, hey, that’s alright, yeah? ;)

People, if you add me to MSN and expect me to talk every second of the time I so happen to be online: Think again. For christ sake, I have a life - If i’m busy, I’ll go on busy. If i’m doing something other than talking online, i’ll add it in CAPS in my name so you can SEE what i’m doing. If i don’t reply, I don’t fucking want to reply. I’m sick of being messaged every second that I’m online, which is 24/7.

Lets get some things straight, people:
The main reason I would be online past 8.30pm AEST is because I am having an MSN voice conversation with James, whilst i’m lying in bed. Yes. I have extention cords attached to my mic and headphones to do this. I’m nowhere near my computer. Quite often, I fall asleep with my mic and headphones on, and I DON’T APPRECIATE BEEPING AT ONE AM.: If my name has “SLEEPING” in it, and i’m either on busy, or on away, DON’T FUCKING MESSAGE ME: my wireless has a habit of dropping out and back in on occasion, signing msn out and in, and taking my busy status off. I really don’t want to be messaged at that time of morning, thanks.

The main reason I would be online during 8am-4pm is because I don’t sign out of msn when i’m at school. I enjoy reading messages that James spams me with (JAMES, people. He is the ONLY one that can spam me. And Sonya, because she’s a dear. And Robyn, because she likes that.) when I get home after a tiring day, but I don’t apreciate messages such as:

“Wanker says: Omg.
Wanker says: Sarah?
Wanker says: You there?
Wanker says: Omgggg anserr meeh.
Wanker says: ahh!1! Sahra, anser meee.
Wanker says: Omg u hate meee :(
Wanker says: sarahhh you fucking suk i h8 u plz die.”

You get the idea. Honest to god, If I don’t answer, theres a fucking good reason for it, so try shutting the fuck up, and getting someone new to harass.

God. These people annoy the hell out of me. I have my friends, and my best online friends, and they know i’ll talk to them even if my status is “homework” or “watching tv” but really, is it a life-or-death situation to have to talk to you non-friends, and do you really have to spam me if I don’t want to talk? Gah, please crawl into a hole and die.

Speaking of MSN, because a lot of my frequent visitors are lovely, I’d like you to leave your instant messanger contacts (preferably MSN, but AIM and Yahoo are alright) and i’d like to get in contact with you at some stage. Don’t expect me to talk too much. I’m lazy.

xoxo

I’m sitting on my bed, laptop on my lap (as laptops tend to go) and watching Who Dares Wins on my television.

Yes, that’s what I said.

Who Dares Wins.

Nah, pulling your leg, but I am watching it on my tv! I went to Bing Lee with my dad the other day: He bought a 3000 plasma TV for his bedroom. Go figure, but I was asking for my own telly when he mentioned the old one from about 15 years ago: no kidding, it’s as old as I am. All we needed was an external antenna, which we bought, and I set it up. It’s at the end of my bed and I have perfectly clear picture for every channel except ABC (which is a useless channel anyway,) and now I don’t have a valid excuse to leave my room except to eat. Oh the joy :D

Apart from watching my telly, i’ve been reading a lot of fanfiction. infact, way too much fanfiction. I’m addicted again! I’ve been doing Fanfiction Moderation at Portkey, accepting or declining Author Applications, as well as reading quite a few novel length fics. I’m really enjoying it too. I’ve started writing a few of my own.

Anyway, I’m off. bloody tired, to tell you the truth.

xoxo

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Well, it turns out that the spots that are currently all over my body could possibly be chickenpox. There’s no records of me ever having Chickenpox, and i’m very itchy. The doctor I had no choise but to go to today, however, is a moron. He think’s that they’re flea bites: Moron. Will explain this further later, however, the same doctor diagnosed me with Ensephilitis (swelling of the brain) amongst other things the last time I was sick, and didn’t bother to tell me to have a blood test until three weeks after he first diagnosed me, and when he got the results, he told me I have Cytomegalovirus. Needless to say, I don’t believe him.

So why is it impossible for my bites to be flea bites? Well, at first when I developed the spots at James’s house, I thought it could have possibly been, as I only had a few spots on both my sides. Since i’ve been back home in Sydney, I’ve developed larger spots on my arms, chest, more on my sides, my arse (painful, too), in my pubic areas, and my legs. Theres some developing on my neck and my back too - I can feel them. Considering our dogs have not been in the house for months, and we don’t have any other animals (apart from a fish) I can’t still be being bitten by fleas. Besides, if it was fleas, James would be covered in them also - Victoria, James’s sister and her best friend, Elise are covered in spots now too - I spoke to them today.

Besides, my mum did say that if it was fleas, we would have had to be attacked by a fricken swarm!

So I guess i’ll be very itchy for the next week or so ^_^ and if they get any worse, mum is so going to scream at the doctor. ;D

How’s that for useless information. It was one of the “odd spots” on the back of my Libra pad. Go figure.

Well, I’m feeling a lot better today. I went to the dentist with mum and my brother this morning and everything was fine, as usual, although he was still urging me to floss (even though the gaps between my teeth are non-existant and the stuff gets stuck) and telling me that I wasn’t brushing my molar’s properly. Hell, I know that - If i could reach, I would! I got back from the dentist and made myself a lovely little study timetable, which i’ve stuck to so far except for one thing which I ran out of time for. I finished all my business studies notes, and now just have to learn everything, which will be the hardest task. I’m really worried about my Business studies exam, because my teacher just refuses to give me catch up notes. Fucktard. Tomorrow I will do most of my biology notes, as well as some more business studies and some Art theory.

Speaking of exams, i’m in quite a pickle. Instead of an English exam this semester, we are having an Oral assessment, so, we have to prepare a speech on the Great Gatsby, speaking as if we are Scott F. Fitzgerald, and speaking about the portrait of one particular character. Thing is, the rest of my grade has had the Oral task for about a month now, and due to me being sick off school, I have neither the assessment, or the information i’ll need that our class created in order to do it. I’m thinking about getting a doctor’s certificate and demanding an extention, due to the fact that I gave the school ample notice that I was sick, and that I was coming in just as school ended on the final day of term to pick up work I could catch up on. I have to go to the doctors about some spots on my sides anyway, but that’s beside the point. Damned english department. Oh, yes, my pickle. Well, I have a choice of doing my oral assessment on either the Monday, Tuesday or Thursday. Monday and Tuesday I have exams that I would have to go to school for anyway, so those days would be perfect, however they are bound to be booked up by now. On Thursday I don’t have to go in to school due to no exams of mine being on that day, however, chances are that I will have to go in to do my oral task. Wednesday and Friday are out due to clashing exams. Pfty.

Anyway, before I log off and go and read my lovely Dan Brown book, I just thought i’d mention that i’ve been working on a lot of icons as of lately, and am considering starting up an icon site when I have the time. At the moment, it’s predominantly Harry Potter icons, but I will branch out to other genres like music, other movies, books and random text icons.

Thankyou for my comments :) They touched my heart.