do I realise how close the end of this year is? no, can’t believe it. how old I am.
i’ve just about finished my lab report, written 1800 words. I just need to go on a bit more in the discussion. the results section should really be longer but I haven’t anything more to say! there are no more results to report! I should have made the gender of the rated faces a variable.
rather tired. constantly rather tired, overbusy. when I think of everything i’ve yet to do I feel much tireder.
but not sad, or mad.
I can’t wait for 20years to pass.
if I get into a Brisbane uni, will I go? Brisbane. I didn’t like it while I lived there. and I didn’t fit in, at school, hated everyone and everyone hated me. almost everyone.
wow, what a long time ago. I had three dysfunctional friends in highschool at Brisbane. Lee Barnett, a fake obsessive compulsive with an anorexic sister. she gradually adopted my personality; the way I spoke, dressed, the things I liked. Jo Rogers, a tiny, sad girl I wish i’d written to when I left like I said I would. we’d cut classes together and just walk around and around talking. Andrew.. I don’t remember his last name because we became friends only right before I left. he dyed his hair blue with vegetable dye in my backyard by dunking his head in an aquarium.
and, of course, everything else, that i’m sure, since it’s true now, that I won’t wish to recall at 80.