Oops!

I'm at a boarding school (obviously) and my father dropped in for a surprise visit this sunday. Now, normally that isn't a problem, but when he takes you out for dinner and you leave a note, but don't tell anyone personally, it can be. I got back, only five minutes late, to face my punishment (my father present, to take the rap - of course).

My head of House then gave me a brief lecture and informed me that if she had her way, I'd be suspended, but luckily for me - she didn't, and so I'm still here, in this place I'm s'posed to call home.

Another Problem - I'm only allowed 8 days and 2 shopping trips outside the school, and I'm using two days this weekend for my aunt's b'day. Problem - I have dining hall duty for two Sundays this term, but the school Hospitality course runs thru the sundays that I'm on. I can't find anyone to swap with for Slush! AARGH! This means big shitsens! (Shitsens, new word that just found it's way into my head about 30 seconds ago - shows how angry i am).

My Parents aren't answering my phoen calls, and I'm feeling lonely here at skool. My grandparents aren't answering either, and neither are any of my friends from outside of school.

I've been writing non stop, but I don't like my writing 'cos it goes nowhere, and it's plotless, but you're welcome to read it on Fanfiction.net... I use Kateen as my alias there too.

Also, I'm having to make subject choices for year 11, and because I want to do both French and German, I'm not allowed to sit the International Baccalaureate - "It doesn't fit the timetable, dearie!" - and I have to do the VCE, or do two sciences or summing like that. I mean Jesus F*cking Christ! HOW F*CKING HARD CAN IT BE?

Somebody comfort me, please. I'm feeling really lonesome here, and thank you Nadia for the journal, 'cause I seriously needed to vent today. I promise there'll be another chapter of PPF in about 1/2 an hour!

Kateen

mood: discontent music: My Wild Frontier - Faith Hill

Well, here goes another entry. I don't know exactly what I've been doing in the last few days. I keep meaning to write but, as they say, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I watched the AFL grand final (Check out the website) at the Australian Association Lunch in Kowloon, in Tsim Sha Tsui, today. There were almost five hundred people in the one room, watching Collingwood and Brisbane battle it out in one of the best footy matches for a long time. In the end, Brisbane won by nine points, but it was close.

My family (Who I will introduce you to, later) were mostly going for Collingwood but my mother and I were rather undecided, not being footy supporters at the best of times. I was absolutely exhausted, having been up until three last night (never a good move) and then being woken up at nine o'clock to make sure I actually made it to this lunch that they had paid so much for. The food was reasonable, not too shoddy (okay, the pies sucked, but they weren't four-and-twenty, now were they?), but pretty expensive when all was said and done.

Anyway, I'm quite worried at the moment. It's my birthday on Wednesday (the 2nd of Oct) but because Mum is going to England, we're celebrating it tomorrow (Sunday). That's fine, who doesn't like getting presents early? but it's the third year in a row that one of my parents hasn't been here for and it's grating on my nerves, not to mention a little problem between my brother and myself... He asked what I wanted for my birthday, a few days ago, and I told him - A stereo system with CD, Cassette and Radio. Easy enough to understand, right? Wrong. He was telling me this morning that what I'd asked for was a sound system. I mean, honestly! I have speakers coming out my ears already, why would I ask for more when i spend my life complaining about the number that I already have (they take up far too much space)? My brother is a moron.

Anyway, I'm worried that they've brought me more speakers and I'm going to have to pretend to like them. I think doing that is really fake, but my mother in particular is really concerned at the moment that I'm happy. I think her family has been pulling a guilt trip about my being at boarding school. I love my families dearly, but they live in the same place for their entire lives, and expect everyone around them to do the same. If you don't, you get burned.

Anyway, that explains the reason why I'm all preoccupied and aggravated. I might actually try and get some sleep tonight, perhaps it would make me feel a little better - sleep usually does that.

Well, I s'pose it's about time I started writing a journal. I'm fifteen and lets say that I'm not great at commitment to things like journals. I did once manage to keep a journal for six weeks on a holiday, in which I stuck the stubs of tickets and glued post-cards, but it was really a record of all the places I went.

To begin with, it would be fair to say that you probably deserve some background information on me, but please keep in mind that I don't like giving out information in any circumstances if I can help it. In a way, it's a habit I've learnt from one of my favorite literary characters - Ricardo Carlos Manoso (aka Ranger), found in Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels. There, you see, I'm getting off track...

I'm fifteen, I work under the alias Dister and Kateen on the internet and when I wish to remain relatively anonymous. I occasionally adopt other names, but prefer not to because as Abraham Lincoln said: "No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar," and it applies to women too, although I must say we are far more successful at lying than men.

I was born in Melbourne, Australia, and spent the first twelve and a half years of my life there, before moving to Hong Kong in 2000. I currently call Hong Kong home, but attend a boarding school in Australia. I've been there for approximately one term and finally made it to the holidays (you have no idea how much I was due for these holidays). I'm currently in Hong Kong, and slowly recovering from the 'boarding school hangover' which seems to last for days.

The last week in Boarding school terms involves excessive alcohol, little sleep and a lot of packing, not to mention normal classes and the day-to-day stresses of life for a teenager. So on the last day, not only did I have the typical side-effects of a drinking binge (headache, dry mouth, feeling like shit), I was absolutely exhausted and ready to shoot the first person who got in my way. It's a good thing that guns are illegal in Australia, or I'd probably be up for murder now).

So, I got back to Hong Kong, and was quickly introduced by a friend of mine from the underworld of Fan Fiction on the Internet, to Live Journal, and so now, I'm going to *try* and keep a journal for more than one or two entries...