Nov 14th [Mon]

Ehmagosh. I know it's totally weird and I'm really not supposed to but - I THINK MY BRACES ARE FLY. The left half are white and the right half are this dark purple, cos I didn't wanna do alternates; so overdone. Oooh and yknow what. I just found out my orthodontist was on Nicklelodeon before on this special feature all about dental care. Cos he has this tape recording of it and I was watching it on the plasma on the wall infront of me while I was lying on the dentist chair and he was putting on my braces. I suppose he takes good care of people's teeth but doesn't really care much about their eyes cos I think I just spoilt my eyes watching tv lying down but what the heck. lol. I can't stop looking at my braces now. It feels kinda weird having metal stud thingies in your mouth though.

Anyway. Yesterday was the JIC and I know I was supposed to be announcer but nooooo I couldn't stand staying in the control room all day with Aunty Gerry who is, by the way, SUPREMELY PISSIFYING. Sheesh. She calls me in to help with the computer stuff when she friggin well knows I'm supposed to be announcer and then when I go over to talk to Andy while Ethel and Esther are at the computer already, she goes - 'Victoria, pay attention while she [this other lady] is teaching you how to use the programme.' By the way, the 'programme' is just some table on microsoft excel which you're supposed to tally the medals won by each club on. God, I think we got the picture after seeing the labels. And then 5 minutes later, when the lady is done and I start wondering around the room she goes, 'WHAT are you doing with the equiptment? DON'T tounch anything!' Like I was planning to. I'm 13, not 3, fyi, and I 'Sheesh!' under my breath which I think she heard cos she glared at me.
So cos I'm really pissed by now, and I look her straight in her dumb face and I go, really coldly, 'So am I ever gonna get to say anything or can I leave now?' And she's all 'I brought you here to help with the tabulating.' And I'm like 'That's Ethel and Esther's job, I'm supposed to be the announcer!' And she doesn't reply so I repeat 'So am I?' And she doesn't even look at me and is like 'Then you can go!' in this really authoritative tone which gets me even more angry. So I go 'Well thank you!' really sarcastically and walk out.

(And then I had a perfectly nice, if hot, day outside at the reporting booth with david andy renjean selene nick gerard yvonne jasmine and aunty jenny. Most of which was spent shouting at little kids and ushering them to their seats.)

God. Just blogging about it makes me infuriated all over again. Stupid woman. I don't like authorotative figures. Especially ones who, as I've mentioned before and am gonna do so again, have IQs smaller than their shoe size.