New Beginnings

Well, tomorrow's my last day as Spectra... Whatever the hell role it is I play exactly. I guess I was sorta webcomic IC and secratary-ish but really, Spectra was so cloes and tight-knit, we all did each other's work (read: Grace did alot and made everybody else do their work) and roles and duties eventually blurred.

But we've got a new exco structure now (which will be revealed tomorrow!), thanks largely to the new branches of webcomic and an actual functioning website.

I wanna emo about this because I feel like I should and on some level it's a bit sad to be stepping down but actually? It feels right. We've been carrying the Spectra torch for a year now, we've pulled it up from 'falling apart' to 'going somewhere'. Plus we've got good juniors to hand over to so it feels good. Besides, it's not like we can't crash every so often. :D

I'm beginning to think GP's not worth going to. Only one question left: how could I have taken five months to figure that out?

The hard way

So, in the last week, my boring non-existent life has suddenly picked up and I've come away, I'd like to think, knowing a little more if not actually being much wiser.

First off, I've learnt (much to my horror) that about that thing, that time in China (the other one, not the thing we shall never speak of), Steffi was right. I was drunk. not badly so but definitely affected. Note to self: no matter how thirsty I am, never take a swig of her alcoholic drink.

Lesson two was the FBTs don't give you wedgies. It's always annoyed me that the school PE shorts were so bloody uncomfortable. I can understand wanting to make all the girls look like shapeless sacks in their PE attire (ok, actually, I can't) but cutting the girls shorts exactly the same way as the guys'?!?! That's not a decency issue; it's a basic 'where the f*** were you when they were handing out brains' issue. Clue: girls have wider hips than guys and less baggage in front. Therefore, shorts need to be cut differently between genders. Thank haevens the PE department listened to all the whinging the girls have been doing and got new shorts. I'm not a fan of FBTs myself but I can appreciate no wedegie.

Item three's just disturbing. SAM'S STALKING ME.

Okay, he's not. He's just talking to a classmate I used to walk home and talk alot with and it's really creepy since he now has access to wierd stories like the time I dropped my Spidey bottle in the mud and cleaned it off on my skirt. I assure you such a course of action made perfect sense then. And still does...

New Beginnings

Frankly I've lost count of the sheer nember of blogs I've started and abandoned. Hopefully this one will actually survive.

There's something that makes people good bloggers and, well, whatever it is I'm pretty sure it's safe to say I ain't got it.

Still, I'm here so hopefully this will actually work...

Yesterday was the school trackand field meet. After ten years of St. Nicholas sports days, what happened yesterday was a sad and pathetic excuse for any kind of sports meet. As per normal, it didn't end at the projected time either. maybe if we didn't insist on having our sports meet at hat time of year where it rains every afternoon...

Still, it was pretty fun. Blue and I meandered off ti watch the last of the tennis match and after that we managed to find a couple of classmates.

And then we made a deck of cards. Out of Zocards.

And played with them.

M has sweaty hands. It makes playing slapjack... bizzarre.

Last year during the track and field meet, we played boggle with Caleb. Red and I beat him :) I kinda missed that yesterday. Still, at least we still got DT for our regular doese of insanity.

Speaking of which, anyone interested in a poainting of Sandman and Death? The going price to beat is a copy of all HCJC's GP packages.