Sorry that I have been dead for so long (three days). I don't really have an excuse apart from the fact that I have spent the past three blog-free (hey, that rhymed) days procrastinating. Each night I would be on MSN or Facebook or both and I would go, "hey, I should write a blog... No, tomorrow. I'm not in a good enough, er, writing mood... Yeah... That's why..."
I can tell you though that I have a major headache. This morning I was woken up by someone stabbing (poking) me in the shoulder. Yes, I had a friend stay over. Yes, I have friends. Don't look at me like that.
My legs are literally about to fall off, they are that sore. I went to Relay For Life last night (fund-raiser for cancer survivors) and walked laps non-stop for ages with the boyfriend and Rachael or whoever would join us. My year co-ordinator now knows who I am dating and decided she would walk a lap with us. That could not have been more awkward.
But seriously, my year co-ordinator is really cool, she just knows how to annoy me. We get along though.
Last night while we were walking laps around the footy field, there was a group of guys drinking. Rachael got very angry at this and I totally agree - it is so wrong to get drunk at a charity event. They were being complete assholes to the walkers, us included. Most of the times we walked past they would call things out to Rachael.
It was just so rude though, considering how many young people were there. I don't think I will ever get drunk in public when I'm older. I don't want to ever be so drunk that I lose control of myself, I take after my mother.
Last night was good though. I got to spend time with my boyfriend after two weeks of holidays and I had a lot of fun between the poke wars and listening to him play my favourite songs. But just to clarify, I did NOT sing, I hummed. End of.
I just opened solitaire for the first time in about a week. Someone has been playing it, and changed the background and the pictures on the card. Now I'm really annoyed, they better not have ruined my awesome statistics.
Games played: 1176
Games won: 512
Win percentage: 43%
My eyes are all red and blotchy now because of the mascara I wore last night - when we got home we pretty much went straight to bed, as in turning off light and pretending to be asleep when Dad woke up. I didn't wipe off my make-up, which is gross, but I was way too tired. It's also waterproof, so I'm going to have to scratch my eyes out to get it off.
A few weeks ago, I had mascara on at school, and it wasn't overly noticeable. My English teacher looked at me after doing the roll and said, "you're looking very grown-up today, Jessica". I gave him a confused look and he continued, "are you wearing eye make-up?"
That really pissed me off. I wasn't wearing dark make-up, I wasn't wearing raccoon eyeliner, I wasn't wearing three layers of orange foundation. Some of the girls in that class who wore make-up every day NEVER get in trouble for it, no matter how obvious it is. Sigh.
Random question and then I am going to play Sims.
Who is your best friend?
This is something that always upsets me talking about. I'm going to put the whole story here.
I won't put her name. I met her in grade seven on MSN through my friend who changed schools.
We talked a lot on MSN and about half way through grade eight we met. We got along really well. I told her everything, she was the one person who knew me inside and out. And I say knew because now she wouldn't even be able to tell you the colour of my eyes.
She's really sick at the moment. See, her Dad passed away just a little while before I first talked to her. She struggled with depression for all of last year and a few months ago she broke down. Her Mum sent her to her Grandma's and I didn't hear from her for a month. I couldn't stand it, I knew nothing.
On the 9th of September, one day before her birthday, she sent me a message on Facebook. She explained everything.
My best friend, the girl who I could talk to about anything, no matter what, was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and psychotic depression.
All she remembers about me is my name and that I am her best friend.
That was the last time I talked to her. She's down in Perth now, hopefully getting all the help she can. Maybe she'll come back and remember everything. Maybe she'll come back a completely different person. All I can hope for is that she is okay.
I do miss her though, every day. She honestly was the strongest person I ever knew.
I've gone and got myself all upset now. Sorry for the depressing update. Sims, here I come.