Tuesday, April 28

I'm certain i am going to die.


The past two weeks I’ve been going crazy about whether or not I’m the only one in our year to not have finished anything that was due two weeks ago, let alone the stuff due THIS week!
But it’s all okay now, I’m back at school and all the other people have barely finished things either. Except for the select few who have brilliant work ethic and have finished the assignments we didn’t even know about yet.

My computer crashed yesterday morning, and all the animating I’d done on my media was lost. This means starting again yayyyy. I’ve got 4 of 8 voice overs on my computer. One I know is on the way, and so I still need 3. I’m getting in contact with someone who will hopefully be able to do a voice over for me (the legend!). which leaves it at two people.
I need 2 girls to do voice overs for my media production, which was due like three weeks ago

OH NOES!

[  reason number 1 that i am dieing ):   ]

Meanwhile…

VEDA? Haha yeah oops… I did record one for the 27th, but it did nay get uploaded as YouTube no-likey my file. And I’ve figured I didn’t like that VEDA anyway so I’ll be re-recording the 27th tonight when I get home, and the 28th. Don’t expect any snazzy editing! I have work to do!
I certainly wont be doing any form of committed blogging or vlogging or.. slogging or whatever.
I truly have no time on my hands, and personally got bored with VEDA after day 18. But I promised myself I’d finish. So I will.

[i'm dieing/failing at VEDA]

I’m sitting  in the senior centre during my study right now. With Lauren reading over my shoulder and quite recently exclaiming ‘Hey! Why am I in there?!’.
At lunch, some of the retarded male species in our year decided to put alfoil in the microwave. Therefore, when we went to heat our food up, and not seeing the foil, we looked back to the microwave to see small flames to the left of our food.
Wrenching open the door to salvage our lunch before it burnt a heap of smoke filled the senior centre.

[thus another reason i'm about to die, i'm going to be set on fire by the idiots of our year level]

Fun times. Our year can be so immature.


I feel like ending this as I used to end my emails when I was 14/15


Love Tori,
(Because Tori needs to be loved)
xx

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