Wow! Jennifer Aniston's new nude shots!

Shame if you just came to this blog from my Twitter (or YouSayToo) looking for Jennifer Aniston porn. That bitch's way too prude for that, well these days anyway - although I do like her, I find her to be a  bit tiresome with her whole look and attitude and, honestly, she's completely overrated. Very beautiful, yes, but not exactly the core meaning of acting talent.

This is actually just a normal blog cause I have basically been turning this place into a celebrity shrine lately, and rightfully so, but I did post a Final Fantasy VIII related post the other day so... get over it. (not sure why that's relevant either.) Anyway, school's finally over for the term, but according to my teachers, I should be working even harder over the next two week holidays. Well unfortunately for my future, I've been given five extra days work over the holidays which means I only actually have five days off, Sunday's don't count because... they just don't. Anyway, my ill-advised teachers have been advising me that eight hours study minimum is the only way for us to pass NCEA. I love how we're constantly told we're all "underestimating how hard it is to pass" and shit when, like, I'm doing fine, so fuck off. Am I the one with a potentially bright future ahead of me, or are you Mr/Mrs teacher? No, you're stuck in an underpaid profession and going on a bunch of big strikes. That's helping me pass NCEA Level 3. Honestly, it's kinda like a bad joke sometimes - but no one's laughing.

So when a teacher was asking me how many hours I intend to do each day over the holidays, I said about four hours and she exploded at me and told me how I'm doomed. Don't get me started, girl.

Do I really need to justify my opinion? Cause if I do, you're the type of person I really hate and you need to evacuate the premises now. I'm not in a blogging mood. I went to town last night and day light savings had just begun on the stroke of midnight which means all the clocks go forward an hour. So when everything shut at 3am, as usual, I had still perceived it to be 2am (I wasn't totally with it, thanks be to vodka) and I was pissed cause I still had some hard partying to burn up. Ugh, I was a sweaty mess and I met some amazing girl called Megan and we danced all night long & I loved it. Rob and Oscar were being surprisingly good fun and even my friend, Saint Nick himself, dared to show up - but it obviously wasn't his scene and, contrary to popular belief, I have never encouraged him to come. Still, whatever, at least he's officially had the experience and can now say with actual insight that he doesn't like it, and explain why, rather than just "Omg I hateees it." before he's even tried. Bless his musically inspired soul.

Ugh, his music skill AND academic talent makes me wanna die. Where's my talents? Where's my academic school? What the F do I have? Does an obsession with Lady Gaga count as a life-skill? Hmm, anyway we're quickly descending into unnecessary ramblings here so... time to go.