Wednesday, June 08, 2005
mood: sleepy
music: C- Dir en Grey
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Alright, so where were we..? A short update on everything, my birthday sucked because I didn't get a cake, my mangoes got stolen, I had a really bad, swelled up sore throat and cough and I spent quite a while in a bad mood because I thought one of my friends put up a hurtful bulletin on Friendster about me... But according to her, she wasn't talking about me, so I guess things are fine...
School started yesterday, I found out who my classmates are... Not thrilled... My adviser is a certified terror teacher... Whom I have great amounts of respect for, by the way... It seems like I'm the only one, though... She can be a dictator at times, as shown by what she did to choose class officers... No one wanted to nominate people so she decided to choose her own... And she chose me to be the secretary... Now, to fill that position, one needs responsibility, initiative, determination and good handwriting... None of which I possess... So I invite all to watch the downfall of our section under my reign... Bwahahahaha..! But that decision is invalid now, or so I should think because she re-chose the officers and calls them her 'senators'... Supposedly, there isn't any higher or lower power, but each one has a task to fulfill... Unfortunately, I'm still one of them... I'll screw that place up...^^ Not on purpose, but I guarantee I'll find a way to do it... Til I get kicked out of the 'senate'... Which I will... Hopefully...
Other than that, tomorrow is the start of the school tradition known as 'Fun Day', which has to be the ultimate irony, as nothing is 'fun' about the preparation or the actual day... Unless you think getting fried the natural way under the sun, degrading yourself by doing cheers set to preppy, annoying melodies with matching humiliating motions, sitting on butt-scorching concrete while slipping into bouts of blank staring into nothingness and getting rained on later is fun... And if you do, send me your name and complete address so that I may visit you to personally smack you upside your freakishly empty head... My fingers are swelling because of all the cartolinas I had to cut through for the dumb banderitas... The only way to get the task done was to fold it into eight and cut through that... It didn't help that some of my groupmates were jackasses that not only didn't help, but also made fun of me while I tried to do my work... Freakin' preps... God... Only two days of school so far and I already have a list of people I hate in class... I swear I had to cut so much that my hands turned red and were shaky (well, more than usual) for hours after... I jsut don't know why the student government had to schedule this during the first week of class... So much to prepare for in so little time... All the hassle isn't worth it... I would have prefered if we started actual class instead of writing and performing jingles in front of the class and tracing and cutting patterns until they turn into involuntary motions...
I feel awful and nearly collapsed yesterday at the mall... The weather isn't agreeing with me... I have a cold, cough, sore throat, cold sores, back pains, headaches and yesterday my entire abdomen was piercingly painful... Now that school's started, my headaches have returned, full throttle... Which is why I can't function properly... By my standards, that is... And because of this, I can't think of anything else to say... So yeah...
Oh wait, pahabol, the song from "Mga Anghel na Walang Langit" must DIE a long, painful, torturous, merciless death and have all evidence of its existence burned and the ashes thrown into a pile of nuclear waste... DIE..! DIE..! DIIIIIEEEEEEE..!!! Ok... Now I'm done...
