Much to do, very little time

Only a short blog, too tired.

Today (Friday) at X-country, myself, Tabish, Obil, Kurt, Ruben, and Chippy initiated operation connair 2. Our goal was to cheat in the cross country and potentially snare top 15 places if it was successful. Our first lap was a survey of the surroundings, a reconnaissance mission. We observed which teachers were on duty, the positioning of the teachers, what colour markers were used for marking laps, and any potential ways to take shortcuts.

To prepare for this operation we required multiple colours of markers and thorough background knowledge of the people we would encounter and the course. I just brought my pencil case (and thanks Sarah for lending the blue marker, it wouldn't have been a success without it. We positioned ourselves using the sound of the main road, and tried switching signs around only to end up going the wrong way ourselves, a victim of our own plan.
We did eventually make it to the end of the first lap after walking around and it was crunch time. We double checked the pen strokes on peoples hands as they went by, double checking our collected info was accurate. On a quiet isolated stretch the golden moment came. We got out the highlighters and I started colouring my hand. It was not exactly the same, but it was pretty good. I was worried about the repercussions of getting caught. As the others were trying to colour in their hands, disaster struck. Their darker skin and sweaty hands were not transferring any ink, and as such, I was the sole carrier of the cause. I parted ways with them and ran the last 200-300m, receiving cheers from year 12 onlookers. I saw the finish line up ahead and kept a calm face, making sure to exaggerate my exhaustion. I then came to the make or break moment. Mr. Stormont was there.
"Can I see your hand?"
*Looks at hand*
"Go to that table there"

$Kaching$

Continuing the act, I went to the table and had no number, but it didn't matter, I just played along. Remember the target was 15.
I came 15th. Hells yeah. My part of the operation went along smoothly. I walked one lap whilst everyone else had to run three.

For those of you who frown upon this, no-one was forced out of zone or anything, it was merely an experiment of our wits, applying our knowledge to achieve this heist like glory. And it's the last carnival as well so we had as much fun as we could. Also the turnout was extremely poor from our grade. Boooooooooooooo *thumbs down*

On to other things
Mountain of work + Exams=Death
Enough said.

And I wish that people would stop asking for ridiculous lifts that are out of my way, I just say no but they just keep asking.

Need some source of energy that will make me run all day, just for the sake of school. Not that I care that much...Still don't know why I should bother putting in this effort for nothing. But I still do. Oh well...

Night y'all.