Give - nah, we'd rather ruin it.

I was in the back car park of our local Rebel Sports, waiting for my parents to finish shopping for sports clothes. I was so bored. After about ten minutes of waiting, two ladies came out. One had a large amount of bubble wrap, which she dropped everywhere, and then had to chase around the car park. The other had a trolley, full with those really big umbrellas you put over outside tables, and some cardboard tubes. She threw all the tubes out, any other junk in the bottom of her trolley. 

By this time the bubble wrap lady had gone inside. The remaining lady was pulling out the umbrellas of her trolley. These were brand new, no use, but hadn't sold. Maybe there was a little something wrong with them. Still usable. As I watched, she pulled out a craft knife, opened the umbrellas and slashed them, tearing the fabric. Wreaking them. I was horrified! What kind of shop would rather ruin something beyond repair, than give it away to a second hand shop, or sell it for $10 or $20. They are so stuck to the principal that you must sell at the price they want, or not sell it at all. Disgusted and shocked.

Bucket list 2014 - top 5

So I have made my bucket list and posted it. But I was thinking, one plain list is soooo boring, so I thought i'd post my top five, and reasons why.

1. Make myself a new wardrobe. Omg, I love new things!! New things, shinny things, nice smelling things...they are to die for! Everything in shops theses days are short, tiny, low necked or open backed. With a few exceptions of course. And also, you never know when sewing can come in handy. (And somethings you can make are super cute) :)
2. Keep a journal. When I'm older, I want to be able to look back on my life, and read about what I did (and also have my memories stored safely). I'm not that good a keeping a journal...I have tried but I just forget, don't have anything to write about etc.
3. Take heaps of photos. I love looking at photos of me. Not in a vain way! I just like looking at how I looked once, and what I used to do. And photos can be a real laugh sometimes. The memory thing again really.
4. Make lots of new friends. I'm going to a new school next year and I only have three close friends (and a sibling) that are going there. THREE!!! My friend situation has only been worse once, when it was zero friends at a new school. 
5. Have an awsum 2014. Everything. In general. Sports. School. Grades. Friends. Completing my bucket list. Just everything really.

Who likes my new signature??

Bucket list 2014

Summer reading program

Write

Paint

Keep a journal

Visit Grandparents and cousins 

Go fishing

Grumpy teachers

Lets get straight onto the topic: Grumpy teachers. At my school, teachers are, like always away or on relief. (What about us? We haven’t had a single teacher only day and it’s third term holidays!!) We had this really grumpy reliever in term one that wouldn’t let us use dictionaries and thesauruses for our writing. And in term two there was one that wouldn’t tell me if I had any spelling mistakes, she just say: “go fix it”. Go fix what??? Then this guy teacher who said: “ I’d rather play games with you, but your teacher has set you stuff to do.” Well duh. And then he’d get mad if we talked, and would read all our work out real loud, so the whole class could hear. And then he was like to me about my writing “This make no sense!!” When the task was to use 10 certain words in a paragraph, and two of the words were: pilot and production. Doesn’t it make sense that it was supposed to be was report about a production, staring a pilot. He was the worst. Wait, not as bad as the teacher that want us to explain how everything was done, and then told us that we were all wrong. Were’s the logic in that?!? We had this one two days ago who got mad at these two friends for choosing the same topic for there writing. There were only four topics. Gosh. And then she got mad at them again for whispering about their writing, when these other three girls were talking about something total unrelated, and real loudly. Then she got mad because one of them was sticking his feet out the side of his desk. OMG much!

Luckily its holidays now, so no school for two weeks. YAY! 

Cross country

Did I ever say how much I hate cross country? Well I do. A lot.
The dreaded event is coming up, this Friday. I have to run 3.5km, up hills and though mud. Not nice!!! I've been doing a tiny bit on training (like running to the fridge and back to my bed). I don't think I got any fitter. Luckily it's only once a year...

Polyvore

My sewing teacher at school recently introduced to polyvore, and I fell in love. It's a website were you make and design outfits of clothing. Here are some pictures of what I have done.

Back to school

School, school, school. What fun! Tomorrow, I'm back on the bus, to school. I enjoy going to school everyday. This term, I have cross country (week four) science fair, and girls soccer (hopefully). That's not it of corse. 
Out of all the school holidays I have had, excluding the ones when I was homeschooled, these have been, the boring-est, longest, tiring-est holidays that I remember. I only remember a few but still..... They make us keep a blog at school. It's really awful, and takes the fun out of writing, blogging, and lots of other things. We have to update it once a week, and try and write about one topic (which you might have noticed, I'm awful at).

Scelestic School Break

School break happened every afternoon when I was homeschooled. Not anymore. The oddest thing is, in school term I have, like no free time. But, when the holidays draw near, a feeling of deep dread grows in my stomach. What I don't under is, what do you do in school holidays?
People say, shopping, sleepovers, sewing, etc. I tried shopping and that went really bad. I couldn't find anything I wanted or that was...me. Sleepovers? Read 'Sleepovers - dangerous and disastrous, part one, and part two. Sewing...how long can you spend doing it??? Two week of sewing?? *Faints* I made paper crane families. I did a 500 piece jigsaw. I had a friend over.
That all took one week. One more week to kill.
You probably get the point. I'm one of those odd people who hate holidays, and luv school.