A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

I choose to like the above statement (yep George B. Shaw again). It just rings true for so many situations. What makes you important if you sit and let the world pass you by, and then you complain because it has passed you by?
I have a friend like that, she actually *really* annoys me. No, thats wrong. She beyond annoys me. That's probably mean, but hey! She's meaner than me, and believe me when I say that says something.

But that's really neither here nor there, and I shouldn't get enjoyment out of pissing her off. But I do. So it obviously makes me horrible.. Or does it not?

But really, enough of that.
I visited the champ on sunday. Good ol' Apache Cat, he wasn't being very sociable, but he's a bit aloof like that. Got some nice photos anyway. Might draw from one later. We met our horse Chocky, she's really cuddly. It's cute.
And I worked that morning too, so I saw my hip hop Hope. She's such a darl. Knows me now, always comes to the front of her stall. She strained a muscle in her rump, so I don't know when she'll do track work again. But hopefully soon so that we can get to the races and see what she can do!

So then, I suddenly was floored by this incredible low. And lo and behold, there's a new mark on my arm. Am I proud of this? No, but then I never have been. I just find that the scars mean about as much to me as my pencil case, and my pencil case doesn't mean a whole lot to me. I just sort of wish I wouldnt do it, like it would stop crossing my mind. It's self defeating something like this. You just can't control it. I think I'm going to start wearing my rubber bands again, and see if that makes any sort of difference. Will I do it again? Probably, I mean.. well I don't know what I mean. I reckon I will do it. And I don't know when it will stop. Just like I don't know when things will be better and all that stuff.

I think I'll leave you with a photo of me and Apache:

There was no food in my hands, I swear

Bye for now but not forever,

- the original CG and Hope

A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic.

So so true. I love the words of George Bernard Shaw, they're poetic and true. No crap in between. My homeroom teacher put me onto him today, when I was skipping physical education.
You could have knocked me over with a feather today when my PE teacher said I could go see if he was in his office. I was like 'come again'. But, she let me go, which was good.
We talked about my family issues for a bit, and then we were done. He told me that Mum yelling at me is a reflection of her, not me. It really had nothing to do with me, it showed more about her, than it did about me. I will have to try and remember that next time people yell at me. He reckons its a lot like when a student says/screams that they "hate the school, and you (the teacher) and this class". Apparently, they don't hate the teacher or the school, and they don't really hate the subject. They're probably just bored.
I like his way of thinking.

We also have our annual year level retreat day tomorrow. And there is this conflict workshop that my homeroom teacher is running. I helped come up with examples, they're actually really funny. It's sad that they're true though. Ah the mystery of the teenage girl.

But what I was going to talk about was fashions and how much I hate it. I think it's just because I don't get it. I mean, who wants to continually change their entire wardrobe. Not me. But some people enjoy it.

Anyhoo.. I'm being kicked off the computer.

Bye for now but not forever,
- the original CG and Hope (whom I've since actually dubbed Hip Hop Hope, too bad thats not her real name)