There's no such thing as fairy tales.

Aussies call breakfast brekky. Hecka cool, no?

Australia was definitely a highlight of my summer, if not THE highlight. Of course I wish I spoke Vietnamese, so I could communicate with Kevin's relatives, but at least he translated for me. Touring by ourselves in Melbourne was fun. Kevin was daring, and I was willing, so we flew to Sydney at 6 in the morning to tour there. It was just the two of us, and we toured. Then we stayed in a hotel and went out the next day. The ferry rides were amazing. My only regret about Sydney is that I brought too much clothes (we had to carry everything on our backs), and it was way warmer there than Melbourne. (Melbourne=10 degrees colder than SF; Sydney=10 degrees warmer).

I miss Australia.

Trust.

Honesty.

If you don't have those,

You don't get respect.

And I hate to tell you I told you so. But I kind of knew it was going to happen.

One, two, three steps forward. One, two steps back.

When will it end?

How is it, you ask?

It's hard. Really hard, I say.

Two weeks. But there's a lot left. We can make it.

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. For what is better.

Some people are jerks. Not good people. Actions speak louder than words. Open your eyes.

I need to clean up my stuff. All of my crap from school is lying around the house. And my room is messy.

I wish it would end. It's a terrible experience. I see so much pain.

Arena is dangerous.
Happiness.
Sadness.
I've always been happy/satisfied after. Today was the first day I felt terrible. I went to sign up for classes, and they would close up right when I went up to them. The only classes that were open were ones during 11/12 or 14/15, and those are my locked classes.
But everyone must have bad pick. It's the cycle that is the arena rotation.
The only thing I'm pissed off about is that we work for hours. We run the arena all day, and we go in there tired and a little stressed out. Then we come out with bad schedules. Then a lot of people have go back to work. Personally, I felt drained when I went into arena.
I hate arena. It's so stressful.
I love arena. I can't imagine my high school life without it. To control your schedule (or not if you have bad pick) is a wonderful thing. To be responsible of your life for the next semester. To choose. It's a freedom I'm thankful to have. It's an opportunity that our school only has.
I'm still sad and pissed off. I swore so much when I realized I was going to file incomplete. I think I scared some people.

Incomplete. Was this day. Overall, today was not a good day. I can think of three specific things.