My Amazing Day.

Today, I was woken by my mumma.
An interesting start.
I was in such a deep, ornate dream, I woke up disoriented.
I dreamt of combing a baby's hair. All of its hair was falling out, before it conclude, I awoke.
I wonder what the psychologists would say to that one.
I was reallllly late, I had to eat breakfast in the car. Which gives me kicks because it's not what your meant to do. Such a badass am I.

I go to school. I am in year 11, to clarify.
In english my friend and I spoke about ghosts, in particular, one she has been seeing on a regular basis at the end of her bed. I am yet to decide whether or not I believe in ghosts. I'm pretty sure I believe in spirits. Admittedly they scare me, but I think I believe in them. If they weren't real, how could they exist in so many diverse cultures and so much historic literature and still be a popular topic today?
How could there be so much prolonged fuss over something that isn't real?
I can't see ghosts nor can I feel them. I feel myself deflecting that stuff though.
I am afraid of 'the dark side'.
I avoid horror films. I close my eyes when people get 'shot' on Tv. I don't buy anything with skulls on it.
I avert my eyes to darkness like a coward. I just don't want that stuff to enter my mind. I believe in God, I'd like to believe in angels but don't really. I'm not sure. I think there's a greater power that you cannot see but as for the dead bodies with energised spirits, I'm reasonably sure they're around, but I am also reasonably sure I deflect them.
Is there a satan? If there is, in the act of entertaining these dark thoughts, distinguishing them, do we let that little devil in?
I could go on for hours.
basically: I walk quickly past the shadows; others I know however, they dance in them.

Maths: I did what I wasn't supposed to. Although, I do it every lesson, I talked, and giggled, and drew on the desk infront of me in pencil. considered what would happen if someone changed the automatic reactions of the body. Like when you orgasmed, if someone were to change the automatic response which is moaning to snorting or to the act of another completely unattractive function.

That thought entertained me for a while.
I grow so mindless in Mathematics. I suppose it's because I do not enjoy it; NOT ONE BIT.
that and I don't try anymore.
I hate that little fear of failure. I hate that limited thing called time sometimes. I wonder what a hard-worker I'd be if I didn't have the belief in making the most of your time. Doing things you ENJOY. For me that's not maths. For me, that's: art, drama (realism not improvisation), philosophy, meeting people, travel, looking through branches of trees. All of the atheorial things. and things that are pretty too. Oh God, I'm such a girl!
Maths put me on a high though. It was so emancipating to be so stupid, naughty and mindless. I finally understand criminals!

I love being that giggling little school girl sometimes, knowing that it really is just about time for me to grow up but enjoying the little things so much that it works in the opposite direction. Me growing (or shrinking as it seems) to be more and more immature. Delighting in the temporary freedom of mindlessness.

At morning tea -or 'recess' as that big, capitalist, daddy country calls it- my two close friends and I sat under a green jacaranda tree and giggled some more. I repeated my idea of re-tweaking the senses to allow for snorting orgasms and laughed at my own comic conceptual ideologies.

The next two periods of school were lame and so they will be skipped.

Lunch time started of like the signs of a bad smell. You can sense it there and you worry that it'll turn out as bad as it seems. Luckily a gentle breeze blew it away into the distance.
It began by me, having gotten out of class late, alone searching for friends, unsuccessfully, "Bugger." Thought, I.
PART TWO
I went and looked in the usual places and there was no one to be seen. It is the week before exams and so lunchtimes now appear an unaffordable luxury. I found a bunch of them (my cool dude friends that is) huddled together around a text book. On a beautiful blue-skied summer-like autumn day. right. I headed off, feeling somewhat defeated in my longing for a 'fun' lunchtime.

As I walked back, in some lucky strike of fate, I found my good friend, "LIVVVVVV, I FOUND YOUUU!". It was such an emotive reunion, one might say we looked like old ladies, the ones greet each other like they thought they'd never see each other again and hadn't seen each other for years. I'd seen liv but an hour prior. I hope she doesn't mind me using her name. Hopefully, the readers, if I have any, I hope you all have short memory spans.

Tuesdays are the day a near-by special school visits ours and we get to play with kids who have problems much greater than ours yet are so much freer than we are. You think one down-syndrome kid is just like another but what I discovered today is that although their looks are somewhat similar their personalities are all distinguishable and unique and they have wit too.

How I got there: Liv and I headed to the bathroom to wipe the sweat off our faces (it was 30degrees C today with 70%humidity HOOWEEE ITWASWARM) and to view our sweat patches. Ok, that was just me, and they were big mummas. MMMMMMMMMNNNNNN

and as we were entertaining these vain thoughts, a little girl greeted us. I'm unsure still of her illness (if you can call it that), she had a slight hunch and a little lisp but such a cheery and kind demeanour. She told us we should come and play in the sports centre with all the others, we thought that we couldn't (it is such a popular program, you have to be quick to put your name down to be able to do it). She insisted. She even held the doors open for us.

Liv and I utterly intrigued at the bewildering moments of life. How some oppurtunities arise out of nowhere that change your mentalities and the way in which you view your environment completely. I believe the experiences in life is what makes your personality; that what happens to us determines who we are. I was so happy to have this little person come and take me on an adventure that both Liv and I didn't hesitate; and off we went. Giggling ever so slightly at the strange occurrence of events in our lunchtime, enthralled in the happenings of this whole new world that had evolved in the sports centre. Astounded by what was around us.

It was so beautiful. Some were in mixed groups of kids from their school and kids from ours. No one excluded. Everyone playing together. One boy from my school teaching a little girl how to play basketball or at least getting a ball in the hoop: ball grasped with two hands, down between the knees, pulled up with all their might until behind the head and then released just in front of the face. often completely devoid of the hoop, but the girl with down syndrome grinning from ear to ear and the happiness you get from making another so happy very much apparent on the boy's face. She was so gorgeous.

Bethany, the girl who insistently invited us to come in and see her friends, Liv and I played ball games and then 'duck, duck, goose'. As we played this game, a couple of boys come and sat with us. Both with down-syndrome, one of them, I am unsure of his name, was severely affected it seemed, his eyes were nearly completely cross-eyed, I doubt his vision was great, but he had such a personality. As the group expanded, everyone so delighted with these exuberantly cheery little people, the game grew more and more exciting. The anticipation as to who would be chosen for the big chase, namely the 'goose' visible on the faces of everyone in the circle, especially the kids from my school. The boy who I mentioned before with the cross-eyes was chosen. He stood up "chicken" he bestowed as he tapped the head of the boy next to him.
He delighted in everyone's laughter, I don't know whether or not it was on purpose though, I don't think anyone else did either.

That lunchtime has been the highlight of my week thus far. Such beautiful people. Such luck to have that happen to us.

And then to place the big, juicy cherry and the top of the cake, I had a Duke of Edinburgh meeting this afternoon. The people who participate in this award are such cool kids. They're real, none of them good at sport, many of them amazing at school. They're not about aesthetics anyway.

we had a little meeting about an upcoming expedition; but the best part was the whispers during the presentation. I think I laughed so hard it went silent about four times.
That and the teacher who runs the meetings and the award is SUUUUPER COOL. She's awesome. She brought everything from white choc mud cake to dark choc mud cake to shapes, to tiny teddies to bananas and grapes. Food makes me happy. As you can understand a smorgas board like this one made me ecstatic!

And then I came home. And that's the end. I hope you enjoyed this. It's quite long. I think I'll divide it in two, for your reading pleasure.

NIIIIGHT.
Sweet Dreams
Love Gwen.