I like to think I have made a safe and cosy return from my period of hibernation as result of writing final exams of my 11th year at school. I think the only thing that got me through it was the knowledge that I only have one year of school left and then I can point my ass at it and never look back.
And then my journey at University shall begin.
Teehee, I'm like, nearly a big girl now.
A lot of things have happened since I last posted. I feel as if I have matured, if not simply gained more pimples.
Firstly, I have to mention that exams went very well indeed. I made my 80% average despite getting a really crappy Maths mark. I had also decided a week before the final exams started that I was going to take up Biology (it's all got to do with the limited number of designated subjects I have and need for getting into university). So, let me just say that again: One week before final exams I decided to take up Biology.
A simple dialogue between myself and my Biology teacher:
TayTay: Explains the whole sad saga of why I would like to take up Biology because I'm afraid I won't have enough credits to get into Uni because I take Computer Applications Technology which is not designated but bloody well should be.
Teacher: Have you lost your marbles?
TayTay: Well, ma'am..... yes
Teacher: Well if you want to take up Biology you need to write the exam and do the practical next week. You know this, right?
TayTay: Yes, yes I do.
Teacher: Give it a bash, it will be fun (no tone of sarcasm detected)
And bash it I did. I quite enjoyed it and wished I had taken it earlier. I found it best, because there were so many facts to learn, to dance around the house and sing out the facts until they stuck in my brain.
I managed to get 76% as a final mark which wasn't shabby at all and I gave myself a proud hug.
It was also my birthday around 2 weeks ago.
What was my birthday prezzie?
Oooh, nothing. Just a Triple Forward Helix Piercing.
For those of you who don't know, it is zis:
I know many people don't like any piercings other than the basic lobe piercings but I have been head over heels in love with this piercing for a while.
It took some (a lot) of time to convince my mother to let me get it. And many battles were fought, but in the end, my passion and unconditional love and desire for the Triple Forward Helix piercing prevailed. My aunt (because my mom said she'd rather live in a swamp than watch me get another piercing) took me to get it on the morning of my birthday.
And yes, yes it did hurt like a bitch.
It was to be expected really.
I got all three at once, and while I was busy getting it done, there was this guy near me getting a tattoo done who kept speaking to me during the process..
And not in those soothing, comforting ways either. In an annoying "I'm old enough to fool everyone into thinking I'm the shizz now because I'm getting a tattoo when in fact my dad is paying for it (though he doesn't know that) and I took two tranquilizers before I came here to get it done"
I like to think that I manage to display and maintain a high standard of composition, politeness and friendliness at all times - even when I am getting three holes pierced through my ear which I do not regret but still cannot deny the intense, burning pain I felt while getting it and there is some guy going on and on about his stupid Fire Dragon tattoo and why he DOESN'T think I should be getting the piercing that I am getting and why the chicken who crossed the road ran away from my red ear..
I like to think that I capable of maintaining such displays, but, ya know...