school scmool

Ouch. I was peeling bits of dried skin off my lip and now it's bleeding. :(:(

9 rounds today, I'm fucking tired. They're going to make me run my 2.4km tomorrow because I still haven't passed my standing broad jump, but fuck it. I don't really give a damn anymore. THINK LONG TERM PEOPLE. what happened to getting Cs and Ds for NAPFA? Baaaaaaaaaaaaah. I'll try and hit a D or C for the 2.4km run. That is, if I don't uh, accidentally find my way to the games and not the run. ;D

I fell asleep in lit today, but amazingly didn't get caught. Somehow PChua has sharp eyes that always catch me dozing off but not today. Practical Critisism lessons are probably one of the most boring things evar. :( PChua however, did catch two other girls and proceeded to bit their heads off. That was where I started bleeding on the lip. :D()()()

SHUDDERS. Maria Sng will be starting on her series of lectures tomorrow! I feel a sense of foreboding. Today, just before my class went off to take our yearbook/class photos, she systematically pointed out screeched at us for all the uniform-indecency we had. Anal bitch. I mean, she caught ME? "Your shirt isn't tucked in!!" And when she discovered that oh dear, it was, she then said, "Well then, tuck it all the way in!"

Hello? You're catching me for uniform problems? I have a skirt the length of people's hair!!!! (Which by the way, means very long. :p) Well anyway, I just hope the photo turns out alright. Hrm.

No baritone saxophone tomorrow. Wonder what I shall play. :o

:(

when you said 'i love you' i wish you meant it.

with every little bit of my fucked up soul.

OKAY. I AM LIKE HAPPY NOW. NO MORE SAD TIMES :D:D:D:Domfgspamspamspam.

YAAAY. BAND TOMORROW. YAAAY. LIT LECTURE TOMORROW!! YAAAY!!! RUNNING TOMORROW.

Uh. No yay.

subjectless? oh really.

Baaaaaah. It's rubbish when people tell me that I write well and that my poems are 'wow so good write more plskthx'.

YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HAVE LONG WOODEN NOSES WITH A NICE LEAF AT THE END, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

on running

sweat. sweat. sweat.
plod, plod, plod.
i'm going to bet
that I'm -- OH MY GOD.

I just collasped, fell
into the tarmac well
of redredred ouch! it's beginning to swell.
can you hear me scream and yell?

the blood is melting into the
ground, i see the angel, her
face is glowing like from the sun's center.
and i cease to exist here.


more functional rhyming now. I shall try my hand at rhyming couplets and iambic pentameters next time. And prose. I haven't written decent prose in over a year. It's always essays essays and more essays. What happened to my once-forte of penning down scenes of worlds that did not exist? I shall do that sometime. I want to delve into different writing styles. Amy Tan, Haruki Murakami, Clancy, Bronte (God forbid!), Orwell, Wynne Jones... I miss writing (rather) senseless stories about anything and everything.

Eileen made an interesting note that my pencil box and waterbottle are both red and black. My mobilephone wallpaper is red and black. My bra is red and black WTF. MY FAVOURITE COLOUR IS GREEN. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. That's it. I'm going on a green binge this weekend. I do not have enough green things to bring to school! Oh the blasphemy.

Now it's off to have hot sex with my History outline. Mmm.