Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"?'

''Well, that's true with every day except one: the day that you die.' Lester Burnham - American Beauty

One of my favourite movie quotes in the entire world to start off on my first blog. (Since for some reason, the site is letting me access my first first blogs.)

This morning I ended my relationship with my boyfriend of two years. I have no clue why I'm saying this, but all I know is that even though I still love him, I am happy. And I don't know why. I don't even know how. For some reason, sadness has skipped me. Sure I was disappointed, but everyone usually is.

We stayed talking on the phone for a few hours, and once he hung up, only then did I really feel alone. Yet talking with him today, virtually nothing has even changed. We exchanged our stuff that we've kinda borrowed or left and let eachother keep some of it too. It was still fun though. This is honestly the most fun I have ever had breaking up. It sounds so stupid, but I want to get back together and apart again just to do it all over. The weirdest feeling.

That's all I really want to say on that subject.And since no one will probably read this, I'm not going to go into the reasons why we did it.


On another happy note, my cousin and her boyfriend, a wildlife video photographer (I don't know why, but I'm really proud of his proffesion.) is visiting with her beautiful son. He is the most adorable thing with only six teeth. When they came out of the arrivals gate at the airport, I immediately took him up and within ten seconds, some random lady asked to hold him too, and in another minute he got passed along again. It was very funny but I don't blame them one bit, he is just too adorable to resist. They're staying with my uncle right now, up country, but in about a week I think they're coming round. They're just visiting me before they fly off to India because her boyfriend is going to shoot a programme about the monsoons in India for BBC World. So watch out for it, sounds good. And yet again, I'm talking to nobody.


My last official day of school was on the fifth of April, and our year totally trashed the school. It's was, however, artistically, strategically performs as so it looked very presentable and was not too hard to clean off. We were told that we had taste. Very Happy Suckers.

Who can blame us, it's our very last school day ever.

Anyway, so we arrived at school at five o'clock sharp in the morning. Classes start at around 7:50. With dozens of shaving cream cans and toilet paper wraps, we sprayed 'Class of '007' in the bathroom windows, made a ridiculous amount of James Bond references, wrapped a statue of the founder of the school from head to toe as so one could get the impression of an Egyptian mummy, and all sorts of stupid, immature, but fun as hell stuff. Like I said though, artistic, as well. Shaving cream portraits and cartoons, nothing rude.

The highlight started at arounf six in the morning, after the graffitti had died down, when we moved our head of year's office from inside his tiny room, to outside next to the pond by the Senior Studies block, opposite his office. Everything was in the exact place as it was in his office, infact it was identical to his office, except without the walls. Our head of year, Mr. Nagy, even told us that he still managed to find all his work in the folders and on his desk. We even removed the air conditioning unit. We were planning to run cables out to plug everything in, but unfortunately the person forgot to bring them. That was fun though. Mr. Nagy took it very well and light-hearted, as he has always taken our year group. He told us about how he had walked into school with another teacher and ass soon as they saw the statue and all the toilet paper, his friend told him, 'Good luck,' and ran off. He sang to us on our last day of school. He said that at first when he came in he was all in a huff but as soon as he saw his office, not actually in his office, he just decided to laugh. That was very nice of him, letting us off like that.

Finally and the end of the day, in the assembly, Year 13's sit on the balcony in the auditorium and at the end we release one thousand balloons to everyone sitting below.We signed as many as we could of them and spent the entire break blowing them up till we were beet root red. It was really a glorious day.

I swear for anyone who hates going to school, you'll love it and you'll miss it when it's gone. I'm going to miss going to school so damn much, and I can't believe I've said it, but it's damn well true.

So, that's like the major events of the past two weeks, and there's my first blog. Happy reading, nobody.
Posted on April 16th, 2007 at 10:13am


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