Blooming???

In my last entry, I was a little thrown off by the sudden attention guys have been giving me recently. Since then, however, I have checked the mirror daily. I appear to be getting, dare I say, curves. My acne has cleared up and my hair is getting softer, more tame. All in all, I look pretty good. My, my… What will my friends back at home say when they learn that their innocent flower is growing up?

Anyways, enough of that. Listen to this:

Last night, dad took us to the Australian Open. For those who don’t know, the Australian Open is basically tennis. The best of the best come to Melbourne to compete every year. I can’t remember who we watched play, except that I know one was German and one was Spanish.

Even before the match, I was exhausted. I really wasn’t all that interested. I mean, I was already ticked that I had to miss Rachael’s birthday party for it. The game before ours ran 30 minutes too long. That’s 30 minutes of being a zombie. Not a pleasant experiance. Finally, when we got into the stadium and took our seats, the match began. I watched half the time and wrote the other half. The parts I saw were pretty interesting actually. Not as boring as I once thought. The audience would collectibly gasp and ‘ooo’ at just the right times. I polished off a coke, potato wedges, and a raspberry slurpee to stay awake. On the train home, I was getting loopy. When it’s that late (or should I say early?), everything’s funny.

Schoolwork is difficult. I’ve finished all my subjects but Chemistry. That’s 4 tests to study for and one class to finish. It really stinks. I want to go to Haileybury already!

Ttyl,

~Marissa