The last school photos I will have taken in the history of highschool are probably being finalised into the year book to immortalise adolescence as we speak. It's something you never really think about it, but could it be at all possible that I'll miss doing up my shirt's top button and choking on my tie, or being totally degraded to the front row because of my diminuative stature, or being told to say bat-shit crazy things like "cheese" and "money" by camera clad heathens? Probably not. I do however, relish the day I can finally tell those "back in my day" stories with expert self-deprication to my twenty-eight or so grandchildren. So yeah, au revoir school photo day. See you never:)

p.s. I just realised that I've had this blog for over a year... hence the obnoxiousness.

Looky here ladies and gents, I've found remnants of my sticker collection from grade 2 (the year when my dorky sentimentallity collided with my obsessive compulsive need to have everything in row/column fashion). Isn't it beautiful? It's saddens me to think that if teachers didn't become stingy little bitches after grade 5 my collection would be huge and able to house of family of beavers or something. It's also amazing, how, with the depletion of scratch'n'sniff offerings, my motivation in absorbing information about quadratics and microclimates in arid deserts is at a terrible, terrible low compared to my enthusiasm over, well, everything in primary school. Hmmm... I think this apathy is catching and I am sending a letter to Julia Gillard and the like.