The message to Moore and moore.

Today was meant to be the day that I get up early to check the mail before mum does. Today is the day that the grades get sent out to any year twelve or any year eleven doing year twelve subjects or any year... just anyone really who did some kind of year twelve this year. I just got up, it is like four in the afternoon, I don’t know how I slept in that much but I did somehow... I just got up, turned on my computer and started typing this and I am so scared of walking into that other room and just being like ‘hey mum, did my year twelve results come in or something today?’ because she will either say one of the following, ‘let’s talk’ and that means I failed year twelve and she is going to be all, ‘yeah so you failed’ on me. Or it would come across as something like ‘yeah, I haven’t opened them yet’ or maybe it would be a ‘yeah I read it, you dominated the year congratulations!’ but that one is highly doubtful... I mean I probably didn’t dominate the year and even if I did mum would not use the word dominate.

I built up the courage to walk into the other room, I had a towel over my shoulder and I said, ‘yeah I’m going to have a quick shower,’ and she said that my year twelve results are on the table, she said that she didn’t understand what the thing said and she doesn’t know what I got or anything. So happy, I pick up the sheet and see that I passed everything, everything... I passed year twelve. Then I realised that art wasn’t even on the sheet, what does that even mean? Then the following rushed through my head in kind of like a letter form, but I probably won’t write a letter saying this, I’ll just leave it here for her to read if or when she comes across it.

Fuck you Ms. Moore, I don’t fucking need your god damn grade to pass year twelve I was so fucking happy when I saw that I passed everything else it didn’t even matter what you gave me because I still pass year twelve no matter what you say! You didn’t even put anything down there you fucking bitch, fucking Mr. Whaites put me down as a pass because he is a fucking legend, so did Hafer because he is fucking great, bloody top bloke, even Ms. Forster gave me a pass and put it down, and she fucking hates my guts, but I don’t even know what you gave me because there is nothing written there? Does that mean I fail, oh that would be shit but bad luck that I don’t give a fuck what you gave me you fucking bitch because I passed without you! Remember that time when I didn’t come to art for like a week or two and then you found me, you pulled me to that thingy upstairs with the TV and all that and you just talked to me about how you are concerned about how well I will do in art and you got so angry at how little I cared that you actually started crying? Well fuck you, watching you cry was one the happiest moments of my life you fucking bitch, I hate you so much, when someone asks me ‘oh Cosma, who do you hate the most in the world?’ I would have to put you up higher than like motherfucking serial killers that murdered my family if that ever happens because I hate you so much, fuck you! We wrote a fucking song about how much we hated you in English, not just me, everyone, everyone thinks you are a bitch, you think it’s just me well your wrong you fucking slut, fuck you!

Moving on, so last night was bloody great times. It isn’t every day that a man by the name of Philly Portellos comes up to you and says, ‘If I kick myself in the head, can you put me in your blog?’ so because this was such a rare thing to occur, I said ‘yep’ or whatever the positive response is that I said. He didn’t just get out of his car at this point; he crawled out of the window, went in front of our car and kicked himself in the head. He then continued to kick himself in the head a further two times and then he crawled back into his car window. It isn’t often that something like this happens, and by that I mean this has never, ever happened before and it will probably never happen again. Anyway I am in a rush to get to indoor, Chris and Andrew are waiting in the car and they said to hurry up so I am actually not even going to put a picture on this blog, I am going now that is the rush... now bye.

Okay so after that rush I ended up at Jack's house somehow and now I am going to type the rest of this. Also last night, anyway, so we ended up going to Carmen's house after On the Run because she was having like a gathering or something, anyway, Hannah Pendlebury was there and she was fucking drunk, like very, very drunk, so I don't know if what she was saying had any truth to it or anything, but she was saying how she works for some newspaper or something like that and that I should actually submit something and see how I go... actually. Tate was also there, as in Delwyn's brother Tate, and he was just... he was all over me, not in a troll monster woman at bus stop trying to get with me way but in a more hugging way. He was saying how he reads my blogs aswell and yeah, just made me happy. Walking through the house, I was still confused about whether that guy actually kicked himself in the head, I mean, I was fairly drunk, and I do not even know if it happened. Charlotte came up to me and I said 'Charlotte, did that actually happen?' and I continued to ask, 'did that guy actually kick himself in the head or something?' or something. She said that it actually happened, she said 'yeah Phil, you have to put that in your blog now, Cosma.' and yeah, anyway that's the end of my story. I'm going to end it there, it was a weird day and night yesterday and I just don't feel comfortable on Jack's keyboard, I mean as my mum probably wouldn't put it, I am dominating this keyboard and I'm not really making any mistakes but it just doesn't feel right. Probably should make a picture now that I have all this time... yeah, okay... yeah, bye again.

Okay, I'm back. So I don't even think I passed school anymore. Jack and I are sitting here just... we really thought we tried in school more, we should have tried harder because now we are just sitting here, I mean I thought I would fail school, that's why i was so happy before when I found out that I passed, but now I found out that I probably didn't and I am so sad now. Bloody, going off at MEB before saying that I passed and now I realized that the reason that Art wasn't there is probably because I got less than three for it. Three out of twenty, how is that possible, but now I remember that Ms. Moore said that there was that day that we were meant to come back and give her all my art that I have done because it all gets handed up on the one day and I remember thinking it was the day after that but yeah, anyway I probably got like a zero for art. Fuck that is bad. Okay I'm off again, looking back on this blog I will probably be back again but I think I have written enough for today so yeah, I will not be back. See you tomorrow.