I have 3 cuts, 2 bruises and 1 blue-black. All due to my very short high period during rehearsals. Me and Chloe decided to roll down the steps along the aisle in the Auditorium. I, with my super long legs crashed into the row of seats. Anyway the pain did not set in until the sugar rush from the chocolates died. We still continued to try and chase the cool lights. Oh yes, it was fun until before dinner where I discovered something thus I turned in a very whiney girl. You know, watching my bruise change colour is amusing. My foot is slightly gold and glittery so are my arms still cant get the pesky fabric paint off. Stupid Chloe, I have one sock that says Becky <3 Chloe. What the pong. Somehow I think I the sock would be thrown away. Oh yes, one day I shall continue my deo fight with Beu, that silly woman. Hmmm. Tomorrow shall be REALLY funny, today was already a whole bag-full of laughs. I cant even remember what I was laughing at :/ WOOHOO StaffRoom (RA) is really quite RA at times. I do not even want to talk about my marks, I feel so inferior. I don't even want to think about it. It does not really matter anyway, there is always next year. Being positive is good for health, if not I would have long dehydrated. Sometimes it just feels like results define me too much, who I am as a person. Its really sad. I know for a fact that I am much more than some grade on a piece of paper. I am a child of God and thats what matters. There is this part if me that wonders about the human nature, I find it so very strange. Feelings, emotions, reactions they are all this complicated web of things. I figured that we cannot accept everyone to be perfect, because of how imperfect we are, Gods wonder and power can really be shown through us. Maybe we are made like that, so that we are a living testimony to others. Throughout this whole period, the world pressures us to be The perfect daughter. The perfect academic. The perfect christian. The perfect person. I know how tiring it can all be, but it is really not the point. Maybe being imperfect is not so bad afterall? After this rollar coaster of ups and downs, things have changed. Priorities shift, through it all I have so much to be grateful for namely my friends, horses and God. I feel all setimental and all now after being in such a pissy mood yesterday and getting letters and much hugs today. CHEER UP EVERYONE!