The Secret Life Of Immy

…But today I made peanutt brittle. And, yes, it tasted quite good, if I don’t say so myself, and even if I didnt, my family would; it was gone withing seconds.

The first time I made it this morning, it turned out lumpy and a pale yellow colour. It tasted almost as bad as it looked. The sugar hadn’t disintegrated. at all. It was gritty on your tongue and burned your throat.

Although she had eaten most of disaster number one, My younger sister, who prefers to have people bake for her than bake for others, commented that it would look and taste so much better if I added peanut butter to it. So, desperate to get it right, I added a dollop of peanut  butter to the supposed-to-be toffee. And, while it did look better, it didnt set. At all. And it was, yet again, lumpy. 

So, disaster number two sat at the bottom of the fridge while I raided the cookbooks for clues. I was extremely frustrated to discover that the whole time I hadn’t been bringing it to the boil. I had been too impatient.

I was agitated and didn’t want to be in the hot, stuffy kitchen. But, I had set out this morning with a task and was determined to accomplish it. I took a deep breath and started on try number three.

And guess what? It worked!! I was so happy and relieved. I couldn’t wait for it to set so I could share it.

The verdict was ‘delicious’ and it was devoured before I could blink twice. And even though I shouldn’t have ( beacause of my braces) I had a piece too. And loved it.

I have a scar on my chin from the operation. Its fairly big. But its fading. At first I was horrified at the idea of a scar. I didn’t want a big mark anywhere,let alone my face.  At first I didn’t like it. It made my chin look scrunched up and lopsided. I wanted it gone.

Then one day, in science, a boy in my class asked if my scar was permanent. I had explained to him that it would fade a little, but yes, it was there forever. I turned around to face the board ready for whatever insult he might throw at me. But instead he said …………….  "Cool! Iv’e always wanted a wicked scar like that!"

I was about to offer a trade, but then I bit my tongue. I thought about it all day. Then I came to this conclusion: I wanted the scar. I’d prefer it to be faded as much as possible. But I didn’t want it fully gone. I figured that a scar is like a tatoo showing that you have been strong enough to go through somthing worth having a scar. It showed that I had survived somthing big enough to have a scar. And the bigger the scar the stronger I had to have been. By the end of the day, I loved my scar. My special tatoo.

Im finally home. Good thing too; I think I might just have been going crazy. My face has deflated. Also a good thing. But now there is two big holes in my chin where they drained it. Im off school for another week or so while I recover. Defiantly not a bad thing. I am sending letters to my friends at school through Maddy. Thankfully they write back. Im on these antibiotics that unless I have just eaten something, hurt my tummy. Also not a bad thing- the eating part, not the tummy ache. I still have a bit of a puffy lip, but compared to it before, its hardly puffy at all. I don’t need much pain meds anymore. Another good thing. And im starting to get my appitite back. Good aswell. 

On a differend subject, Yeah, I have fallen in love with Gossip Girl. Chuck is my fav. Jenny is cool too, but she becomes a bit of a cow at the end. I also like Dan. He is the sensible one.

Alright, I will talk to you all soon. Bye Bye.

I am in hospital. I have a staff infection on my face, which has caused cellulitis in my jaw. The whole right side of my face is puffy, including my bottom lip. It hurts. A lot. I have a drip in my arm. It’s hard to eat. But im perfectly fine with living off chocolate thickshakes. I have my Girlfriend and Dolly mags with me and my Gossip Girl series by my side. Iv’e been told that I have to stay in here for 48 hours at the least. One day down. It’s a four person room and im the only girl. They all stare at me. I must admit, I do look a bit like that boy from when the wind changed.

I have made a deal with Mum. She wants to put a picture of little puffy me on her blog, Mythreeringcircus. I agreed, only if she would wait until there was an after shot next to it. So, soon enough there will be pictures of little puffy me on there. Before and after.

But for now, im going to watch Scooby-Doo. Bye Bye.

Yesterday I was in tears. I was upset because It felt like I couldn’t do anything with my hair. I new I needed a haircut. Badly. But I didn’t want to ever see another hair dresser again. Why? Because last time I went to the hair dresser, I asked for a fringe fringe, instead of a side fringe. The overly sour looking lady replyed to me with " Um, I don’t think so, and i’m sure you know why." And then precided to cut me a side fringe. That had me thinking. It made me feel sad and insulted, but mostly angry. Who did she think she was, telling me that I wouldn’t look good with a fringe. A least, thats what I think she was inferring. I was paying her, wasn’t I? Therefor, it should have been my choice how my hair was cut. Shouldn’t it? And as a matter-of-fact, I did not see why I shouldn’t go a fringe. Anyway, with that I never wanted to go there again.

But, I needed a haircut. So we went to the place who did my hair for the year 6 farwell. From what I remembered, they were the lovelyest hair dressers I had ever met.

 My memory served me right. They were lovely. They made us feel comfortable. And when I told her that I couldn’t straighten my hair because it would make it frizzy and that all my friends at school can straighten their hair and I felt left out, She went and got her straightener. As she was straightening my hair, I think she got a shock when my hair went frizzy. But then she put in this hydrating cream in and it didn’t look fuzzy anymore. She asked if I wanted It dead straight and we agreed on cinky. So she taught me how to sraighten/cink my hair without it going fuzzy. She told me never to listen to people who tell me I can’t do anything with my hair. I think thats what real hair dressers should be like!!!!

And the end result………… I have very cute hair that looks like Alice Cullens!

Omg!! The school holidays are already here! I cant beleive that I have been going to the big High School for a term now. Wow. I have survived, Yess!!! Well, one down and three more to go, lets hope I survive to see year eight. Im am pretty sure that I will though; the first term is the hardest right? Im not behind on homework or anything, That has to count for something.

 Anyway, im having the day off today. Why? Because it cross country. Enough said. Last year at the cross country we had to do three kilometers. I didn’t even make half of it. Why? Because I crawled it. My teacher was giving us the pep talk the morning before, and he had said that we had to go in at least our age race. He didn’t care if we walked, skipped or even crawled it, just so long as we tryed. Well, I tought him not to suggest anything like that didn’t I? Now he picks his words more carfully.

Im hanging out for twilight to come out on DVD. I have created myself and "edwall". A word my bestie made up: A wall covered in pictures of Edward Cullen. Mine is nowhere near as big as hers, but I am getting there. Ugh, this is driving me cazy; I can’t wait until the 22 of April!! I’ll just have to read the books again while I wait. Meh.

Maddy has moved back into my room. Its nice to have someone to talk to at night again.

I survived school camp too. It was actually heaps of fun, you know, if you blank out the food; I will never take chicken and salad for granted again…… The best part was, every morning I woke the teachers up at 6:00am for medicine. Honestly, they are a funny sight when they are only half awake.

Holidays at Tangalooma was good. When we fed the Dolphins, Nitro and Picasso from "The Shack" were there. They got Lily and I on tape. I loved the Banana boat, it was so much fun. I also loved it when we found that huge sand dune and the massage. I got my eyelashes tinted too.

Well, i’ll let you go now.

Love Immy. 

On Wednesday, I am going on the school camp.

Im sure its going to be lots and lots of fun. The only thing im worried about is The food and……. Mud world….(Queue death music.)

Mud world is pretty much a mudddy swamp, kinda thing with obstacles. They are going to make us swim in it!!!!  

Meh. I suppose i’ll get used to it.

And then there is the food……

Apparently, The food is either not cooked all the way through, or burnt to a crisp.  

Mind you, all my friends are pretty fussy when it comes to food. I always eat whats put infront of me. One of the many things you pick up when you have a large family.

Ant then there is the cabins. The cabins have caused our group a huge cafuffle. The biggest since we came to high school infact. There are elven of us and only eight to a tent. Yesterday we finally figured out how to deal with it.

So there are most of the camp problems solved. I just have to get ver the whole swimming in mud thing. Or maybe thats something you just never get used to……

Anywat, better go pack.

To my beautiful almost-five-year old brother.

Refrain.

I remember……

I remember the hospital. The smell of anticeptic gel. The nurses and docters all racing around you. The hope I had that you might get well.

I remember when Mum told us, that you were very sick. The tears that welled in her eyes, when she told us you had to go. I remember when the clock started to tick.

I remember the first time i held you- It was the last time too. Your body so warm and floppy, and the tube that helped you to breathe- something on your own you could not do.

I remember the day you left us- you were nly five days old. For thirty minutes you breathed all on your very own. You opened your eyes- they were pretty as a chime. I remember i kissed your hair and whispered "I lovy you, my William" For the very last time.              

I remember………        

Happy birthday my beautiful boy.

It is close to end of year and presentation day is coming up soon. There are a few awards that get handed out on that 45min assembly. Most, if not all awards are handed out with a book. You get sent up to the library to choose a book during class. So it’s pretty easy to not realise that the award winners have already been chosen, and your not one of them! Lily came home on Tuseday with a note saying she will be reciving a award. It came to my attention that Tuesday must have been stage two’s day to choose a book at the librery if they would be receving a award. So maybe I might still get an award. But the next day Maddy was sent up to the library to choose a book, so was Aj, so was my bestie Mollie, so was my other bestie Raquel, she was sent up to choose two books, and another girl from my friend huddle and another and another………. but not me!

I was sad, and angry. I was sad because I had failed yet another year to achieve an award from my teacher. I was angry because , I thought I had worked really hard this year and i never get in trouble.

And yes,

I cried!

And one of my ‘friends’ did not make it any better. She said "well, did you improve in literacy and did you improve in maths or maybe spelling because thats what they’re for. I felt like slapping her, and i’m starting to think that that’s what she needs. Or at least something that would pop her big puffed up head! And besides, not all the awards are for improvement, there was teachers choice and there was class citizen.

At the moment I realy dislike my teacher.

 Only two weeks to go!

So I finished my rant about (see below post), now I want to tell you about my year six farwell. I am wearing: A white with purple flowers dress, a pearl necklace and earings, high heel silver shoes, and my hair im not sure just yet as you have probably have red at My three ring circus (mums blog) but I know I want curls!

Immy xoxoxoxo