I wonder if I could somehow negotiate with Miss Chee to change my seat. I hate chalkdust in my nose, doi. Especially if it's as if someone came and whacked two dusters in front of my face. Hah life.
Pffffffft. Stupid scripted speeches, total waste of time, study, don't study. Make up your mind Edu board [ of this Godforsaken country! ]
I'm so fricking frustratedly incredulous on why I dragged my ass to school just to do one bloody test. I'd rather be at home, burying my head in my fat KH textbook rather than again, swallowing chalkdust and bugging Joevy for tissue.
And that New South Wales thing, I'm beginning to hate it, albeit I have absolutely no given clue about it. That THING, made me sit through half of my day, sneezing of course, wondering if my English was any good. But it isn't T_T
Crap, Jill, I know we're not deskmates for now, but I'm starting to feel un-English also. Oh my.
Uh well. I got tagged. No actually, I requested to be tagged. Been ages since I got tagged.
But I'm lazy to do it. So no, I ain't gonna do it. Too much thinking spoils the brain ya know, which as we all know has already succumbed to mushiness a short while after History exams.
JOY.
I've got nothing to do online at all. MSN is uber boring and Youtube, is still Youtube. Oasis, will always be Oasis, yeah?
Point is, I've got nothing to do online. Vids? yeah/No. Russel Peters? DONE. Everything, is FINISHED.
And ya know what, I think I'm gonna occupy my head now with 'facts of life' [ aka reproduction, folks. ]
Live it up while you can.
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