The more observant members of the internet community might have realised that it has been ten months since I vehemently vowed to maintain this blog and chronicle my final year of torment at Presbyterian Ladies' College. Thankfully, the fact that my alias is 'spirited sloth' may offer me slight reprieve from those vicious post-deprived readers (if any), who have noticed that the number of times that I have 'returned' coincides with the number Britney Spears' comebacks. Not a good thing. However, it is apparent that a teenage girl such as yours truly would infinitely prefer to while away the time staring blankly at her barren MSN list; poke her friends to virtual death on Facebook; perve on the deliciousness of Hugh Laurie or remain engrossed by the superficial trash that is America's Top Model in lieu of recording her precious memories of Year 12. Can you honestly blame me?

With these ten months of unreserved hell I have been most unfortunate to endure has come a lot of change. First of all, the political landscape been radically reformed (all hail Kevin07, the bespectacled geek that smote the 68 year old titan that was John Howard), much to my Bap's euphoria. Having resorted (may God forgive his soul) to voting for a Latham government, he had been fervently hoping to wash his hands clean of the Howard government for the last several elections. An adolescent can only hope to hijack and bask in his elation with hands and wallet outstretched. Furthermore, the stepping down of Captain Smirk can only be the additional sprinkling of Hundreds and Thousands on an already delectable Sunday (hardy harhar). I apologise for any offence caused (yes, I 'apologised' rather than said 'sorry', which seems to be taboo for the old Government), but not only is he the reincarnate of Scrooge, but Australia just isn't ready for a Prime Minister named Peter. Whilst this may be proverbial gold for the lascivious, I'd hate for the littlies to see the cartoon pages in the morning.

Meanwhile, I have been attempting to recuperate from the horror that was the VCE exam period with no avail. Having consistently awoken at 5am in order to cram the life out of myself (but invariably finding myself back on Facebook and MSN), it is no longer possible for me to savour the elusive creature that is the 'morning sleep-in'. Rather, I have been caged at home and numbed by sheer boredom by the mascots of the Asian-over-protectivism movement: my parents. Yes, while others have been frolicking in the sunshine on a post-exam high, I have been trapped by the epileptic-fit-inducing colour scheme of my house's walls, and of course, ranting ceaselessly about it to all who will listen (or be polite enough to pretend to listen). Although this had a slightly cathartic effect for me (hurrah for VCE English buzzword #1), my whining was received by several members of my MSN contact list with exasperation. Hence, in the midst of a severe episode of teenage angst, I rebelled by buying not one, but TWO dresses on eBay without parental consent. Even though I actually did mutter my intentions prior to the purchase (but so softly that they couldn't hear properly and hence had no opportunity to protest), I am preparing to go on an excruciating guilt trip and parental lecture for what is arguably one of the most hardcore things an Asian nerd can do...

I pray that the mighty authority of the bamboo ruler is not brought into this.

-Mel

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