Macduff, Macbeth. I don't care, you labradoodle.

Screwed my brains with: Interpol - Slow Hands
via FoxyTunes

Know what I've been doing since 6? Downloading this crapload of Korean songs. Why? I have no idea. I reckon it's because my playlist looked biased, I have 34 Korean songs compared to 197 Japanese songs and the rest 2000+ are English songs.
Torrents still suck by the way. They hate me, those darn things.

Anyway, school. Strangely enough, despite my wavering hate for it, I'm still going to blog about it. I love/hate school :)
So..... Today felt like a Saturday actually. Must have been because it's Installation Day.

"When we see someone, we wish them Happy Gettting Installed, okay?"
"*gawps wordlessly*...*leers* Yeah why not? Thereafter we'll ask them what service pack they're installed on"

Shannon, I refuse to congratulate people on their installation. It sounds so bizarrely mechanical, like they've always been faulty before getting installed or something..
Oh wells. Leave it at that.
For 2-3 hours, I sat with the ambiguously noisy bunch made up of the bitches, the babes, and the emo kid named JoLee. Thank heavens the speeches were short and concise, I could've got
coccydynia or something if they weren't.
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We had no free periods but oddly enough, the whole day felt empty. That teeny period of free time we had after recess was used for frantically finishing up 2 days old homework, writing emo poems courtesy of JoLee and Ern-Hui, and of course, emo-radiation,[y'know?]

English teacher came in afterwards and made me wish I could somehow scoop my insides out just so it'll seem funner than her lesson. She blathered endlessly in her inaudible voice about Macbeth and Shakespeare. Jesters and their origins followed after. Personally, even though I wasn't paying heed, I think she just elucidated the whole 17th century in 15 minutes. She's THAT good, or so it seems. I wouldn't know anyhow, I was too busy reading The Sound Machine and waving at people who pass by the class. That's one perquisite of sitting next to the door, I guess. You get to wave and glare [or at the very least, narrow your eyes so it'll seem like you're glaring. Thank you, hair!] at those bunch of unbelievably inconsiderate pompous, rude, little twats of Form1s. You'd think that they'd actually behave a little and shut their bloody arses up while the seniors are trying to study, but they don't. Not at all. You tell them to shut up, they do, for about 5 seconds or so. And then they'll continue their endeavors of trying to rip our eardrums apart. Stupid little things, I wish I could give you a lesson or ten on behaving better. See if you get some sense hammered into those rock-hard craniums of yours.
One more thing...I don't understand why they [the Form1s] move the tables in our class just as they like it. It's our class, you morons, you have your own, so go damnwell use it. At least if you use our class, stop rearranging the damn tables, particularly mine and Deskmate-ku's!
What are they even trying to achieve anyway? Better energy flow? Well sorry dear pricks, Lilian Too never said anything about feng shui in school you herd of idiots. AND I should know this, I used to be real big on feng shui, okay??

Blah. Shall Continue later. Mum screaming