Ok, so I think I can officially say that today has been the worst day of my life. So far. In fact, today has been such a splendiferous day that I may go so far as to put it in my list of 'Top-ten-days-to-repress-right-down-in-me-shoes' which of course includes: - that one time you locked me in the laundry with a demon huntsmen (the spider variety not the actual woodsmen) until Ice eventually came along and ate it god bless his soul, - the day my first pet died when I was in primary school and the cat tried to dig her up so we ended having to put a gigantic rock on top of the grave, -and that fun time my appendix decided to not be an appendix and be a volcano instead! So with that small snippet of 'The-top-ten-days-to-repress-right-down-in-me-shoes' in mind, I am sure that you will heed what I am about to say with great care. Basically, I failed chemistry. Which in itself is bad enough, but when you couple it with the fact that I simultaneously failed another subject also... well that is where the fun times begin. Metaphorically speaking, right about now I am flipping off the sky with a big ass sign that reads "F YOU JULY 18TH!" I am trying to see the silver lining in the things that are happening today. I am trying to take it in my stride with that whole "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger" lark, but to be honest, its kind of hard to be happy about the situation when there is really only one thing on my mind right now... And it's not really the fact that I failed by one percent that I am particularly sad about. It isn't the fact that my lectures never reply to their emails, and when they do Banksia Park decides to have its own personal tornado which breaks the power lines either. It isn't because no matter who I phone I will always be redirected to yet another person who still doesn't know the answers to my questions. It's not because the dogs chewed up plastic bags today and I slammed my thumb in the door while simultaneously trying to feed them and remove plastic from their mouths. And its not really the fact that I have to resist the exams either.... It's just the fact that I have to resist them next week. And I am flying out tomorrow morning. I was meant to be flying out tomorrow morning. In a nutshell, the past two months of study and hard work weren't hard enough evidently, and as disappointing and as depressing as that statistic most definitely is, I can't avoid the inevitable choice I have to make before tomorrow. Like that famous pop song which I am sure is not altogether that famous because I can't even remember the name of the artist: "Should I stay or should I go?" Because honestly, right now I want both. And neither. I just want to sleep. But of course I don't have time to, because as cruel fate would have it, I need to decide before tomorrow, and somehow contact people about my decision with no power (which is almost as simple as playing Kaplunk blindfolded)! *Dramatic page break to build tension just equate this to an add break* Two hours have passed since the last paragraph and this one and yes, I have decided to still go on the trip. Arrangements have been made for me to do the supplementary exams at a later date (power was finally restored and I practically screamed HALLELUJIA mentally when my instructor finally replied to my umpteenth message) which the instructors were about as reluctant to grant as Ice is about giving up the toilet paper rolls! Finally things are sorted (at least for the next two weeks)and after that emotionally draining day the sound of my anxiety kind of resembles a high pitched squealing noise in the background. The puff levels of my hair are hight. So even though today hasn't exactly been the best day on any account (there was even a storm and Stormy's storm senses were tingling), it is my last day in Adelaide for a little while which is kind of sad but exiting but sad but exiting but sad but exiting! So this is me, signing off momentarily from blogging duties to road trip twelve hours a day with me dad in order to see your probably no ginger self in WA and await the time when the powers of the Internet are once again bestowed upon me! So if today hasn't been some Devine challenge to test my resolve and sanity for the impending journey of being in a car with Carzy Ol' Pappi for twelve hours of the day, then I honestly don't know what is! To Agent Happy and The Jungle King, be good while I am away, try not to eat cat poop however strong the urge may be, and always remember to stay fabulous while wearing hats. To The Bun and Moby ('Supreme Overlord of all'), continue to do whatever it is you two do with your time, (probably perfecting that cuteness routine that you've got going with the floppy ear thing that you do so well). To Deputy Fishfingers, you are man of the house now, and I may even be promoting you to Sheriff in order to protect the Ohana while I am gone. Try not to go power mad. The time for worshiping cats is not going to repeat itself any time soon! To my Mamma Goose, whom I will miss more than I missed my favourite pair of cargo pants when they got a hole in them and were reluctantly thrown away (which is an awful lot let me clarify!) I wish you were coming, but just imagine how great it is going to be when we get home after being stuck in a confined space with your husband for days on end! I'm pretty sure 'Favourite Parent' award is on the horizon if my sanity doesn't leave me first! And of course, to rob, to quote my favorite youtuber, 'I will see you on Friday'!
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