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I went to my friends eighteenth birthday party last night. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. The music/DJ was great, everyone ended up dancing at some stage, funny/cute/touching speeches were made and the food was nice. She also invited her family, and her older relatives were dancing a lot too!

I am usually not much of a dancer at parties I go to… But maybe they were just bad parties :P. I danced a lot. I discovered that no ever gets tired of The Robot! It was a great night, and everyone looked either dashing or gorgeous.

Nothing much else… Except my manicurist earlier that day spoke exactly like Fran Fine from The Nanny.

“So, what’s the occasion?”
“My friends 18th,”
“Oh, that’s faaaaabulous!”

There’s just something about getting a manicure that makes me so very happy! I keep finding an excuse to admire her handiwork, heh.

Two guys from my drama class got into acting gigs! One in a short film (I haven’t watched it yet, and don’t know what it’s called… But I’m excited for him!) and another in a short film and a TV series soon to air on on a minor channel. Cool. They really deserve it, they work really hard for it! It makes me feel like an underachiever… I have no real desire to get into TV or film. Eeehhh.

Good things about today: Friday! Weekend! Woo. Third driving lesson tomorrow, and the driving instructor seems pleased with my progress. Went driving twice with Mum and Dad.

Bad things about today: Eyes. So. Tired. Too. Much. Pent. Up. Frustration. So. Much. Weekend. Homework. Aaaaarrgh. Exams in roughly two weeks, and we haven’t gotten our exam schedules yet.

I am just… Going through the motions. I feel like I need more ‘create’ time. We do have a photography exam, though, that tests our knowledge of colour, lighting etc. Hope that counts.

I need to write something.

I have a beautiful idea for a new design in my head. But, I can’t seem to get it out. It’s like it’s stuck in my eyes, and it’s latched on hard, I can’t cry it out yet. But, I can guarantee, when I do, it will be something that… I like, at least. But that isn’t really the point of it.

Someone I know is being, quite frankly, a bit of a fucker. I would explain more but it seems really stupid when I write it, and I just get angry that someone so unimportant to me can irritate me so much. Said person insists on hanging around with us all the time, making stupid jokes that no one cares about, and believing that their presence is one most highly valued amongst us all. I haven’t really told him that I wish he would take a hike, but instead we just spend the small amount of time that we’re in each others’ presence exchanging insults about whatever we can find. His insults are really lame, and for once my smart mouth comes in (sort of) handy, so it makes me even more annoyed that someone with a really blunt wit can push my buttons so much.

…Which I suppose just makes him more determined to piss me off, since I keep making him look like an idiot. I don’t know what it is about him that irks me, but I have a feeling it may have something to do with the fact that he’s completely up himself and, well, a suck up.

He also believes that War Is The Answer, which makes things especially difficult, just because of the fact that I’m a “damn pacifist”. Some days, I wish I wasn’t, but I really can’t imagine life any other way. What would it be like, believing that war can solve problems? “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way”- Gandhi.

Sorry. I’m just stressed. I can’t get angry. Anger just depresses me. The pacifist in me wants things to be quietly smoothed over, and all forgotten. No conflict. The stressed out exam-time girl wants to yell and scream and forget about consequence. I wonder what’s worse: Not being able to control your temper, or not being able to tell someone that you’re wondering what they look like with an axe through their head?