It's 40 degrees C today, and 38 yesterday.

Yes, in Melbourne, that's pretty much boiling. Like, sit-down-and-die-of-heat-stress kind of boiling.

AND they haven't cancelled school. Good Lord. What does it have to be? 45 degrees? >.> Seriously, NO ONE CAN CONCENRATE, WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET US GO HOME ALREADY?

It's Friday afternoon, we had athletics trials this morning - lots of running and crap in this sweltering heat - and four other classes [skipped...

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So yeah, I'm home, it's 9:47 PM, and I'm about to sleep, because it's a school day tomorrow and I have nothing better to do.

Basically, today -

School: The Maine, Pink Floyd, Boys Like Girls.
Home: Daft Punk, Guster, Jimmy Eat World, Emilie Simon.

What I want is some Leonard Cohen, all of a sudden, wtf?! I don't get all these random music cravings. XD

Oh yeah, my Last.fm!

If you feel like stalking me. Because I love stalkers....

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Okay, so it's lunchtime and I'm at school, on a sucky Mac with an even suckier keyboard and the suckiest mouse in existence - NO SCROLLY THING!

At least the Internet's working...grr. Anyhow, I'm very bored, and I've modded most forums, so there's not much left for me to do except muck around on the admin CP. Heh. Should be fun. More later?

By the way, Arachnia, if you ever read this, consider yourself blamed for this newfound obsession with Daft Punk. >.>

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Yep. It's today. For Australians, anyway. Wait, some Australians. Garn, I have no fucking clue.

I enjoy writing letters. Unfortunately for the receiver [this time, it's poor old Trevor, my dear friend in the US, who is costing my $1.95...] my writing last night was cramped and hyperactively unreadable, so he'll have fun deciphering that, I'm sure, as I did writing it.

Had a strange dream last night. I don't actually remember much, just that it was brilliant. I really...

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What's even more amazing is that I didn't realise all of yesterday, and most of today...it's night here, now.

My dear grandmother is over, after being overseas for three months. They're all gossiping about other people. Oh, joy. I cannot wait to become old, really. Jeffery [brother] is begging to play chess now. I always turn the poor fellow down - it's not my fault he owns me every time. Ah well.

I'm a tad bit more than bored right now, so I'm reading some poetry by Dorothy...

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