my poetry, let me show you it (or: ms kenway and the crusade against colons)

MY TRIALS. THEY ARE OVER. And it feels incredibly awesome. A crushing weight has been lifted from my shoulders (perhaps it will improve my posture). Also, I have good feelings about my 4U Viva Voce, and everyone seems to like my poetry, which is great. I wonder if I should post any. Probably not before it's marked, anyway, it would kind of suck to be accused of plagiarising myself.

Exams have been pretty good apart from Modern History, which I am stoically repressing. I suppose once my Drama HSC performance next wednesday is done, I'll be spending every waking moment doing practice essays for that. But all the English exams were decent (Ms Mas has, er, kicked the habit... go on, laugh) and drama. Well. We got a quote to "discuss." And I think everyone in my tiny drama class is in agreement that "Australian drama highlights elements of our society that reflect our concerns and culture" does not, actually, make any actual meaningful non-circular sense whatsoever. But then they added in "whether or not they are bleak or violent." So basically, apart from the implication of our society reflecting itself, we are given a reference to violence and... bleakhood. Without in any way asking us an actual question that relates to either concept. Obviously we're meant to talk about them, but it's an argument essay and they're completely irrelevant to the argument. What gives?

I texted Lizka to see about perhaps celebrating the end of my exams in a manner befitting my new adult status. She sent back "how do you feel about pole dancing?" to which I replied with "the novelty wears off around the first bruised knee... don't ask" because honestly that semi-formal will never stop being funny. Neither will my newest discovery: Beth is terrified of walnuts. I spent most of the hour between our modern history exam (repress, repress, repress) and my drama exam (her textiles exam) waving them at her and giggling manically. I feel like Lex Luthor discovering Kryptonite.

Just now my wireless keyboard went on the blink, so I set off to hunt up a new pair of batteries for it. In the process I discovered that, in the event of a zombie outbreak, the house is slightly less vulnerable than I'd thought - my dad has really wicked knives. They're in pretty poor condition though, one's rusty and the other is basically a butter knife that just happens to look like it ought to belong to a guy named after some kind of mineral. The joys of mountaineering!

And now: the memes.

Tagged by lackofmendacity (who also linked to this for the lulz):
1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

( My quirks - let me show you them! )

Meme from drjon: If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would your first thought be?

(Now post this in your LJ and find out what everyone else's would be with you)