exhausted rambles

Although I'm extremely exhausted and should probably sleep early rather than sleeping again through Maths and English tomorrow (as I did today), I am blogging. Because I'm in a pensive state and thats what I do when I think. Write my thoughts. So in advance, I apologise for disjointed sentences, grammatical errors, obvious typos and generally sentences which don't make much sense because that's what happens when I'm nodding off.

So the reason for my exhaustion is PY winter camp which I attended over the long weekend. Didn't sleep too well during camp and should have caught up on sleep last night by sleeping early, but that never happens for me. So here I am, still dead tired, writing a blog rather than sleeping. Wow, I'm smart. I'll regret it in the morning no doubt. But back to camp. Although the camp itself was pretty boring and short and there wasnt any free time and I've been to better camps, it was still good hanging out with people I only see (for the most part) every 6 months. When you only see someone that occassionally they seem so much more interesting than they really are. Or at least more interesting then the people you see everyday and consequently get bored of (no offence, really). The bush dance was a classic. And for some reason I think the best memories should always be made on swings. They are awesome. It really is possible to defy gravity and fly with no[t much] aid. Such a feeling of emancipation I never though possible. And whenever I go on a swing I feel like listening to some Snow Partrol, or that song "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton. Hmm. Swings also make me pensive. Especially at night.

I feel like going for a walk. Or some chocolate milk. Hmm.

So seeing as I have lots of catching up to do (blogging, homework, sleep) I shall do the blogging part now so I can cross it off my mental to do list. Well, the other week I hopped off the bus early and went a visited the new library, as you do (if you're a nerd like me). It was pretty rad - 2 stories high, study rooms, a cafe, lots of computers etc (although the book selection is still pretty crap, theyve just transferred all the old stuff from the old library and are yet to buy new and exciting stuff). I walked back upto the bus stop again, not having stayed at the library too long (to my dismay - I realised they close early on the day I chose to go). The bus wasn't due for another 25 minutes so I listened to the radio on my phone (nova 96.9 'the wrong way home', because Ahkmel is hilarious) and because we had had mufti that day, I placed my country road bag ontop of my folder next to me on the bench I was sitting on. To my surprise (and excitement - it was rapidly darkening and I hate walking home in pitch black), 5 or so mintues later the bus arrived so I hurriedly picked up my bag and hopped on the bus, sitting down next to and old primary school friend an beginning to chat casually. The bus driver was still letting people on and my friend pointed down the aisle at someone and as I looked, (not having recognised the person), I thought he was holding a pizza box in his hand and delivering me a pizza for some bizarre and unknown reason. Now my eyesight isn't that bad, that was merely for a nanosecond. I realised he was holding my folder which I obviously left on the bench, forgetting (in my rush) that it was beneath my bag. I was so grateful, if he hadn't been as kind to make that small but big gesture, I would have lost a fat (and falling apart) folder full of 2 terms worth of hard work. A beloved and relied upon folder. My best and trusty friend. It amazing how much such a small gesture can affect your life. I may be melodramatic but I would have been near devastated if I had lost my folder. I may aswell have not been going to school all year [ok, clear example of a sentence which I just cannot word atm sorry, "me no speak English mais Je parle francais dan Saya ngobrol di Indonesia"]. So yes, thankyou kind man :)

On another happy note, only 2 and a half weeks till holidays and I'm pumped. Three whole glorious school-free weeks this time, yay! It's the only thing that gets me up in the morning.

OK, I think there was much more I wanted to say, but slowly I am having more and more difficulty stringing two words together without sounding like English is my 15th language (besides, if there was more I wanted to say, I can't remember it atm). So I will spare myself the humiliation and mentally check off "blogging" and "sleep" on my to do list as I lie in bed counting sheep and catching up on sleep :)