Saturday, May 06, 2006
EXAMS!
[After Aikido practice]
Jo-ann - "Eheheh, you got the all-adults group."Me - "Don't remind me..."Jo-ann - "But you got the Jay Chou guy!"Me - "Are you crazy? He doesn't look like Jay Chou! He does have super nice hair, but he doesn't look like Jay Chou!"Jo-ann - "Yes he does! I was partners with him last week!"Me - " I was partners with him this week, 5 MINUTES AGO! I've had to stare into his face for the past 1 and a half hours. I've looked him in the eye, thrown him, got thrown by him and all that other crap. Trust me, if he looks even a BIT like Jay Chou, I"M SURE I WOULD HAVE NOTICED!"
Well, anyways, that was just another spastic moment from my ever
spasticnormal life. Courtesy of cousin Jo-ann. Who is
the most retarded thing I've ever had the displeasure to be related to. She's probably the most retarded anyone could be related to.
Exams are just around the corner. Which corner? The one that has a sign saying "Jeez, DON'T MAKE LAME JOKES!" See that Titus? SEE THAT? -Twitch-
Oh my god, Jovina rocks. Like seriously. Stupid funny rich bitch. Therefore, I shall dedicate 5 lines to saying Jovina Rocks!
(I didn't molest her)Jovina Rocks!
(I didn't molest her)Jovina Rocks!
(I didn't molest her)Jovina Rocks!
(I didn't molest her)Jovina Rocks!
(I didn't molest her)Jovina Rocks!
Wheee. She's my accomplice in killing Danial. Which, as everyone knows, is considered Charity. You know, helping society, public improvements. But it's a secret, no one should know that we're going to ambush Danial with a bunch of rabid pandas on Monday. They'll be hidden in the school cupboard, no one tell him k? I bet Jovina's going to give it away. I mean, it's not as if Danial could ever find out that we're going to rabid-panda-maul him from me! I'm such a good secret keeper!
Been reading Daria transcripts again. After all that revision(actually, I'm barely doing revision), I need something to put me in a good mood. Daria is so cool for a cartoon character. She is realistic, just like me. Some people call it pessimistic, too bad for them. Realistic is the correct term for it. For example, when you don't do your maths homework and attempt to finish it during English lesson, I'm not going to say "Oh, good luck!" I'm going to say " You're screwed." Why? Cause that's the truth.
I warp the world to fit me sometimes, deal with it. Everyone's allowed off-days. I don't have to be upbeat ( an upbeat realist. Weird) everyday, I'm not going to be upbeat everyday. I'm not going to PRETEND to be someone I'm not. I'm sick of pretending, this stupid facade. Why shouldn't I be allowed to be who I am? I don't have to act manly and everything just to please homophobe fags like Justin. Don't tell me to be nice, I'll be nice when I feel like being nice. And I only feel like being nice to people who are actually nice to me in the first place. I'm going to throw out all the damn sarcastic and biting comments I want. If you want to tell me to be nice, give me a damn good reason to be nice. And by the way "Because I am your senior/ because I'm an adult" is NOT a good reason. If you think that you can make me respect you and be nice just because you're more senior than me in rank/age, think again. I don't believe in that crap, I believe in respecting those who respect you. Want me to respect you? Do the same! I start out being neutral with everybody. I treat people like Justin as such because he was an asshole to me during camp. And before all you people out there jump to conclusions and start calling me "petty" because "It was something that happened during camp", don't even try that bullshit. He's still an asshole and frankly, I don't think he's ever going to change. If he does, then I'll be glad to be wrong for once.
Mmmmm, what else to blog about. Oh yes, I've been on a music-listening frenzy. I mean, I love music and everything, but this past week I've really been craving music. Been singing a bit, realized what an absolutely horrendous singer I am. Oh and Max/Justin, if you ever read my blog ( In which case my message is: Go jump off a building), your singing sucks too. The difference? I keep my singing to myself ( mostly). No one wants to hear your horribly off-key bastardization of songs. Usher's "Yeah!" was a good song, until Max managed to completely DESTROY the first part. Bitch. And oh my god, I heard Justin sing some stupid simple song in class that day. I can't remember the song, but oh...I didn't think anyone could possibly sing so off-key. But Justin managed. I swear every single note was off-key. Babies would have contemplated suicide after hearing the two of them sing. Can't imagine the two of them singing a duet. I know my ears would start bleeding after which I'll attempt suicide by banging my head repeatedly against a wall. Hard.
Ah....I'm so worried for my history exam...Sigh....
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:30 PM
