The multichoice exams were shitty. I know you're thinking OMG MULTICHOICE ARE YOU SERIOUS and yes I'm serious, yes, but it's still hard for me. (I hate all the people who come out after exams and like look around and smirk and go OMG THAT WAS SO EASY and then you're just like...fuck. Anyway.) Yeah - the multichoice, all four answers seem correct sometimes...and other times none of them. It's really confusing...

In the morning I walked past the school to Sonny's house to study (and it really really did help...showed me I was making fucking ridiculous mistakes) and past all these people in school uniform...and I was in school uniform. Ah, I felt like such a rebel. Every time someone goes against the grain, against the tide, against the mass of students swarming in the general direction of a conglomeration of structures and facilitators that combine together to form a school, everyone looks and notices, if only for a little while.

Americal Idol is funny. All those over-emotional people who can't accept the reality that is their shitty singing. And then they get all indignant and you can't help wanting to ruin their shit, cut them up and leave them in pieces. I hope I'm here for NZ Idol. I want to be silly on TV. I hope the producers (NOTE THAT I SAY PRODUCERS NOT JUDGES, THAT BE A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY) pick me to be silly on TV. And then I'd be like, yeah, I'm on TV.