Entry 2

Memories are strange little things. You may not remember a friends' birthday, but you remember the colour shirt you were wearing two years ago.

I would say my fondest memory was not that long ago. I was in Acting, performing a scene, blah blah. And the scene (we (me, Jesse, Zara, Ellie, Avery, Rachel) made up) called (by called I mean I decided) to be a servant girl (I'm cool with playing different roles). Last minute decision was for me to wear a skirt. So we did the scene and every time I appeared on stage, the audience would laugh, which was one of the greatest feelings ever. We finish the scene and there's a really cute boy in my class (I've discovered he's kind of a jerk) (me from three months later: no he's not) and they all said I was great. Which was pretty cool, I've been 'adopted' as the class favourite it seems.

My least...fondest memory I suppose was also not that long ago. What caused this is never to be spoke of again. I'm not even saying it here. So that happened, and then I tried to kill myself, and aggravated my wrist. Yeah. The end.

My memory is pretty horrible, so my earliest memory is like in year four or something, where sometimes people got little jobs like tell person X to come to the office, or whatever. So I was going to get someone or something like that up in the rooms that had a sliding wall between them, and I remember walking back. That's really it. I think there were leaves on the ground everywhere and it was just really pretty.

Here's a pretty cool video. I learnt some things. I'll leave you guys with this. Goodnight! Or day, whatever lifts your skirt.