Too Much Too Quickly

What that title means is that everything just seems to be piling on. Before my comment replies, I'll talk about that. And before my day, I'll talk about hapkido. So I expect this post to be a very long one. Good that I'm posting this one early (-ish) then.

I got to hapkido, and I ran inside to get my watch. It had run out of power, but it's all better now. Before the actual session started, I talked to some of the kids who do hapkido with me. Specifically, Tara, who is a yellow belt and is in Shaylee's grade in her school (and who though we were brother and sister. That was awkward.); Nick, who is a white belt, my age and shorter than my brother (seriously. And my brother is 10.); and Amadeus (that is actually his name. Rock me Amadeus!), who seemed a bit standoffish. Though that could just be me. We did a lot of fighting, and I got hit a few times. I can also do a forward roll. It's not brilliant, but I can do it. The first time I did it, I was exhilarated. I still am! We ran a bit overtime, but it was all worth it. I learnt some new rules (some of them the hard way), and I did what was possibly the best exercise session I've had in years. And I enjoyed it too! I love hapkido.

I got driven to school, in the rain of course (hopefully it'll clear up tomorrow). Period 1 was Geography, which was doing 2 questions, which took longer than expected. I got a chance to read though. Next was Science, in which Robson wasn't there, so we had this new teacher who I've never seen before (I think he's replacing Robson. I hope he hasn't left yet.). We didn't get told his name. I finished 'Eclipse' in class, and went on to 'Breaking Dawn,' which at this rate should be finished by Saturday. Recess was playing 13, as usual. I had the worst luck today. Anyway. Period 3 was Ag, which like all Ag theory lessons was writing in our book, and enjoying the many English slip-ups, including 'How do you spell dying?' by Schippers, and Rhys mangling some of the longer words (but in all fairness, they were pretty difficult. I got what I thought was an easy one wrong.) My favourite: oestrous being pronounced 'oh-steer-ee-ous.' Next was PE, which was watching a documentary on party drugs. That was really spooky. Lunch was more 13. Cameron also claimed that me playing 13 stemmed from me being depressed that he kicked me out of the band. That was retarded. Talking with Victor, Eric plays 13 because he's depressed that he kicked me out of the band, Kevin plays 13 because he's depressed that Eric's depressed that he kicked me out of the band, and Andy plays 13 because he's depressed that Kevin's depressed that Eric's depressed that... oh, you get the picture.

Period 5 was Maths, which was doing a lot of algebra involving quadratic simultaneous equations, and hence way too much work. But, it actually wasn't bad, since I haven't had much of a brain workout in a while (did I just type that?). Last was Drama, in which we were supposed to get our marks, but Kolodziej said 'legal paperwork' got in the way. Seemed a bit fishy to me. Anyway. Another day of stress. In the actual lesson we re-enacted Shakespeare dramatically. His poems I mean. On the train home, someone took my seat, so I had to sit a few seats up (that has nothing to do with anything. I just wanted to mention that.). On Holsworthy station, I talked to Ashna, and I got home, where I went on MSN, listened to music, surfed the net, commented on blogs, etc. Speaking of blogs, Victor got a blog; and proceeded to get something like 27 comments from 4 people in 1 day. I am officially upstaged. And such was my day.

Now to everything that seems to be happening at once or should be:
* I have a Commerce assessment due in a week, which I only started today. Thankfully it's not much work, but it's still annoying.
* My laptop has to be on charge at all times since the battery is on life support (ie the charger), which sorta rules out the point of a laptop. Ah well.
* My glasses aren't sitting on my face properly ever since Shay hit me in the side of my head in hapkido (my fault, I didn't duck in time), as well as the fact that I'm squinting a bit more. Which means I have to get new ones soon.
* My bad nail is playing up on me (ie it's getting caught on stuff and causing pain), so I will probably have to ask my parents to go to a dermatologist.
* I'm writing a heap more than I used to, with commenting and longer posts. Much longer. But that's a good thing, so I'm not complaining about that.

Now to my comment replies. I got 7 yesterday, which is not as good as the 12 on Tuesday, but still pretty good.
* Victor: Yes, you are good at this. If only I was as good as commenting first on your blog. Curse you, Ebony for being first the other times, and being +6 while I am only +1! (LOL.)
* Victor: Point made, and I'm not going to go there (to /b/), which from your comments seems to be the smart thing.
* Shafi: Not everything was by AC. I think it was actually by Mango, in hindsight. And yes, hapkido is a martial art, South Korean if I'm not mistaken. My uncle is a black belt in it, I think (which I just found out about today). And 13 is an awesome game. There is no argument.
* ?: I assume that's an April Fools' joke. I don't know who it is, and quite frankly I don't want to know.
* Ebony: I don't know what it is with rain, I don't like it. Water is bad for books. And I'm not too keen on getting my marks back (though seeing yours, I know why you are.).
* Presumably Mango: Yes. Yes it was.
* AC: My teachers are actually pretty awesome, all of them (with the exception of Kearney). And with me blogging earlier, I just can't seem to do it. I have time later so dammit, I'll post later (that and since I'm always on MSN or having dinner, it takes me over an hour to write this, on and off.). And you're welcome about me not guessing, I figure that there are some things I am not meant to know, like the workings of a girl's head and anything Art-related.

And with that, I'll end. A long post, but a pretty good one in my opinion. Tomorrow's Friday, so chances are I'll be posting later. Maybe. I'll end with a quote by Douglas Adams, since I realised I haven't mentioned him in ages. I think it really suits my blogging timing, though I'm trying to stop.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by,
AB