It goes like this...

I am so exhausted that my brain feels like it is shrinking due to lack of everything but that being absolutely nothing. I am so cold that when something touches my hands it feels like pins being pushed through them.

Well, thank fuck it is school holidays and I have two weeks to thrash and abuse my body and take time to recover. I just recieved my mid-term report and I am totally surprised about all the nice things my teachers said, despite the fact I havent showed up to a third of my classes. So far this year, in level three, I have passed all assessments that we have done in class, which means I have twenty credits down in my books.

The last week of my school term was spent on my design assignment, working until the early hours of the morning. I havent had a decent sleep for such a long time, so much so, I feel as though my neck is going to rock my head around and my eyes will spiral as I collapse to the floor at any minute.

Tuesday night was Stage Challeneg and I got roped in to doing hair and make up. The night had some good times, but mostly horrifying. There was far too much school spirit in the TSB Bank Arena for me to deal with. With a 7am start and finishing at midnight after being locked in from 6pm onwards I wanted to kill myself. Making twenty two people look like crayons made me want to kill myself. Not being able to smoke, stand on chairs, talk smack on other school, bring food in to the actual stage area made me want to kill myself. There is no way, in fucking hell I would ever take part in Stage Challenge ever again - good thing I am seventh form this year!

Last night was Jess' 21st party at MVP and we started early at 8pm. I had a great time with friends and there were moustaches and cup cakes everywhere! Olwyn and I ended up getting a fair bit drunk and I spent the last of my money at the bar, so dont exepect to see me for a while. Jess looked absolutly stunning in a gorgeous party dress that she made herself, aswell as some killer pastel gold leggings. Total fucking babe!

At some point during the night a bunch of us left the venue and wondered town to make our way to Mt. Vic. We eneded up at some crazy ass party where people were all dressed up space/furturistic-like. There was shiny stuff everywhere that it was crazy mystical. I just remember having a billboard time.

Ben, Joellene and I dropped Olwyn off to a taxi, sat in Midnight at 2am before dropping me off to the Torrens flat. At the flat there were two guys passed out and Josh wasnt home so it was kind of awkward but I was dead. I made the bed, got ready to sleep and then an hour late Josh came home and I had killed broken sleep.

I was up a few hours later, at 8am to get ready for work, head out in to the freezing cold, when it begun to snow and knowing that Josh got to stay in bed (until 3pm - bastard!)

When work finished at five, after I died again, Olwyn, Zoe and I quickly checked out this months Mighty Mighty Markets before I could handel anymore and needed to go back to the flat, pick up my gear and come home.

So here I am, at home, too tired to even care what I am posting this time around. It is now 8pm, 12 hours after Jess' 21st begun and I think I am going to put on my electric blanket, fall in to bed, read magazine and sleep, before I actually do die.

My room needs a clean...