Starting Off

Well, welcome to my blog. I guess I'll tell you about myself. Isn't that what blogs are for? Well, I'm 13 years old, I live in Australia, I go to a private school with a hideous uniform and I am OBSESSED with France. My life is usually made up of doing things like homework, school, listening to music, playing paino and hanging out with my crazy group of friends. I live with both my parents and my elder sister who is 29 lives a few blocks away with her boyfriend. I am currently campaigning to get a dog. My mum seems convinced but my dad is still a fair way off wanting one. To him they are a useless wast of money and it will get lonley and howl all the time because it will get lonely when I am at school. To me they are a form of companionship that will help guide me through high school and give me somthing to cuddle when I feel lonely.

As I said I am 13 and have just started high school. Well I've started at a college which goes from Reception to Yr 12 and I have started in the middle school which is Yr 6 up to Yr 9. I have settled in well at my new school (mostly) and have a group of friends which are really nice and my class is (mostly) nice people. Yr 8 is fun except that I have to wait until next year before I can choose electives.

I want to make one thing very very very clear. I hate Justin Bieber. I know some of you have pobably just sworn never to read my blog ever again but its the truth. My friends from primary school and I went to see his movie "Never say Never". Really boring. We went and laughed at all his stupidness in everything he does and all the girls that were crying because they got tickets to his concert and its like "what is your problem? Look at the guy your crazy about! I mean... ewww!". We were being pretty loud during the whole movie and I think a few people got a bit annoyed at us but stuff them right.

Well I've been putting off saying this because it kinda shows how much of a clutz I am but I guess I'll say it. I'm home from school because yesturday at recess time I fell down the stairs and reaaallllyyyy shurt my ancle. I didnt break it but I either sprained it or twisted it but all I know is it seriously hurts when I walk on it. The story goes I was running down the stairs after my friend Charlie and she was a but ahead of me and then a group of guys in my class (including a guy who I USED to like , then he found out I did and then started bitching about me)  walked up the stairs and I had to sorta dodge around them to keep up with Charlie and then I tripped over nothing and fell 3 stairs to the landing and was like "oooowwww". I dont really know how I hurt it I just know I did. I was laughed at probably will be tomorrow when I rock up at school (if I can walk by then). It didnt help that I couldnt put weight on it so two of the teachers practically carried me over to the office where they called mum and then I half hopped half crawled out to the car. So now I'm at home when I should be at school playing Europian Handball with my friends and laughing about hw short our PE teacher's shorts are all because I tripped over and cant really walk. Well mum didnt help. I probably could have been at school if she'd done what most other mums would have. Taken me to the docter and got me some crutches instead she sits me in a chair, gives me panadol, puts a laptop on the table next to me and tells me if I need to get up use the walking stick and then leaves for work. Dad's not much help either. I get up to get a blanket and when I'm coming back with it he pipes up "You know I could have got that for you" and I'm like " well you could have said that before I stood up and put myself through an almot unbearable amount of pain!".

So yes I hope you enjoyed my first entry and I will update it as regually as possible and hopefully something interesting will happen in my life so I can write about it.

Love Miadora
xx