My Second English Lesson In Year 10

As preparation for the upcoming assignment, "My First...", I thought I would write something similar.

Room M, which is usually stifling due to being a third floor room, is nice and airy. The noise level is moderate and would probably deemed to be an "acceptable noise level" by most teachers.

Yi-Ling is currently pointing at something random and now she is proceeding to cut out something from a magazine ever so carefully. Fiona is smiling and just said (wait, I can't hear) oh wait, she said, "something spotty". Yi-ling had said before, "we both have muffins".

Jadey Huray ( Hip hip huray) is being her usual self and commented, "oh my god. Are you really going to write that?" Yes, Jadey, I am really going to write that.

Vivian, if she hadn't noticed, is cutting out something with a nice looking cake on the back of it. Vivian has her sleeves pulled up and is looking very excited by the current task on hand (it reminds you of a little like those preps who have been given the task to cut out little dogs on paper, doesn't it?).

Wensi has gotten up because of Gwen's call. She is smiling amiably and is making her way to.. no wait, she stopped to talk to Vivian. There, she is now talking to Fiona and Yi-ling. She has now sat down... wait, no she hasn't, Yi-ling just said something. What is up with this Wensi? Doesn't she know that ladies of PLC work sitting down?! Of course not... just joking..

Clare, who is taking the advantage of having laptops, is on youtube. Should she be on there? Should I even be on here? The answer would be no but the simple thing is: we are doing nothing useful but cutting up stupid pictures and searching for tragic love poems (in the case of Helene).

Who should we turn to next? Oh wait no, Mrs Ross has announced that we should pack up like little preps. Okay, so we are really preps in the bodies of year 10s but hell, who cares?

Until next time, which I would say if I had my timetable but my dad is photocopying it... but yes.

Oh. My. God. 2006.

Oh. My. God. Yes. Another year has passed by.

Was there anything to have been missed in the school year of 2006? Not sure but let's recap.

The things that were worth missing in 2006:

Term 1

-The retirement of Mrs Ward. We love you Mrs Ward!!! *cough cough*

-The consummation gaining of a new relationship between Viv and Stoof. From a number of witnesses, this relationship was mostly consummated gained during the periods on the bus to camp and inside tents whilst on camp. Unfortunately, the fire that may have raged previously has burned down somewhat. Nevermind. YAY FOR VIV AND STOOF! XD.

-Viv's birthday! Although that wasn't really that important but I suppose it should get a mention.

Term 2

-The Saga Of The Retarded Skirt occurred. Through some paranormal circumstances, the winter skirt of a certain individual seemed to look always retarded.

-Joanne's birthady. Also Stoof's birthday happened. Oh, and mine. Some other people's birthdays too, I think

-My hairstyle change from the helmet-haircut err... interesting hair style to the way it is now. Sort of...

Term 3

-STRAWBERRY PANIC! AIRED! YAY! Shizuma/Nagisa! *cough cough*

-Ying's birthday. er.. whoopee doo.

-The meeting with fugly Wilson and his mullet. Go to a hair salon and get your money back pip ass. YOU DO NOT LOOK GOOD WITH A MULLET. *shiver*

-The stupid stalker geography assignment. We all want to aspire to be your stalker! yay...

Term 4

- Mrs Collins comes to town. Hello woman who loves to talk about missing earrings in assembly. I mean who would have thought of it? Missing earrings? No way....

-Wensi's birthday. Gloria's birthday. Jadey's birthday. Um. Gwen's too. Err... Slarkin's? wth... why are there so many...

-Stoof's fantastic landing-on-bum adventure.

-"Todays hymn is hymn number 166. That's 1. 6. 6." XD

-The fight between... dun dun dun... Gwendolen-kins and me. Err... definitely worth missing.

So. In a nutshell, was there anything to miss? Probably not. But we had a fun year. So, all the best, the year nine 2006. We'll never have you again and we'll probably won't remember anything about it... but that's it.

Onward ho to 2007. God that sounded gay.

Problems

I have problems.

Why?

I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I was born with problems.

Anyway. So I have problems.

Geez I hate myself.

Then again, one shouldn't hate oneself should they? Otherwise they don't love God.

Omg, I am so seriously messed.

How stupid is this post. I mean really, it's all about me. LOL.

Main point: I have problems and I'm confused. Feel free to confirm my statements.

The Adventure Of I Can Smell Your Brain and The Curse

The following should disturb you:

I Can Smell Your Brain.

If written on a back of a t-shirt in red letters with blood dripping ever so slowly from them nice embellishments, would you not be disturbed?!

Does it look like I want you to smell my brain? (I heard brains smell like a weird version of blue cheese...)

Furthermore, why would you want to smell my brain?

The man who was wearing this t-shirt was of average height and build. He had sandy hair and had glasses. This man looked average. However! Don't serial murderers tend to look average?

Barnes and Nobles is an ever so interesting bookstore.

It seems that Generation X and Y seem to suffer from a terrible curse.

What is this curse?

This curse shall be dubbed as The All-I-Can-Think-About-At-A-Bookstore-Is-How-To-Improve-My-Performance-At-Something-That-Usually-Includes-A-Bed (or whatever else you might prefer)-And-Another-Person-From-The-Opposite-Sex (then again, maybe not from the opposite sex. It's really okay if you don't want to have another person with different chromosomes than you) Curse.

How terrible this curse is!

Sufferers from this curse may find themselves having this wacky idea of marketing products that "enhance your performance to new levels" at bookstores.

Other sufferers may find themselves buying these products at bookstores.

These are just some of the sufferes of this curse.

If you find that you are a sufferer, fear not! Do not hesitate to contact your nearest voodoo witch and buy one of their amazing voodoo dolls (no charge on the needles provided in your very own voodoo doll if paid by cash!). In no time you will find that you will no longer be under this curse but be instead entranced by the fishy junk mail offers sent to you on behalf of the sponsors of Voodoo Witch Co. the wonder of voodoo witches.

On the other hand, if you are an innocent observer whose eyes happened to be attracted to particular words such as "performance" and "libido" like myself, please pat yourself on your back and bake some cookies. The world is in need of more observant people like ourselves.

As I said before, Barnes and Nobles is an ever interesting bookstore. Visit it sometime. Who knows what underhand business deals adventure you might stumble on?

One step for a grandma, one giant leap to technology

Is it just me or is Gwen becoming less and less... prissy? It must be the swearing...

Something very momentous occurred today. And I mean VERY momentous. In fact, this may be the first step for Asian grandmothers and grandfathers to embrace modern technology.

Wait for it.

*Drumroll*

My grandmother bought an iPod.

Um, well. I mean, it's really not that big but I still think that it's a big deal. Hell, I didn't even think my grandma knew what a mp3 player was. Obviously not, since she wanted to buy one here.

Still.

I now like Dr Pepper. So yummy.... yummy... yummy... Viv, if you read this before you leave toronto, BUY DR PEPPER IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. ahh... I'm addicted to it.

Oh and another thing, they're obsessed with Ice Tea. They always seem to ask if one wants to drink ice tea whenever you go to an eatery.

Oh the quirky things of Texas. What is up with "y'all" thing anyway? I went to sleep at 3 am last night. Be proud! I stayed up late...

I am craving my iPod.

Bah.

The Urgency Of A Bumptuous Individual

It is currently 11:27 pm.

I wonder how I will be able to adjust to the Melbourne time once I arrive. I have a sneaky feeling that I will be suffering from severe jet lag once I get there.

Bah, I sound boring.

Texas, Waco to be exact, is not how I would have imagined. For one thing, it is very green. Yes, I was quite surprised. Call it being naive and not being very knowledgeable of some of USA's states but, it really did hit me that it was so green. I mean, sure, there is a whole lot of dried grass everywhere (Namely the lawn of our house. I swear, what happened to the bloody sprinkling system?) but I'm sure that is a given since it's incredibly hot here. One other thing I should mention: THEY'RE ALL BLOODY OBSESSED WITH THEIR BLOODY LAWN. Everyone (Except us. Again, I question what happened to the sprinkler system...). There aren't any water restrictions here so you see sprinklers turned on in the middle of the day. Weird.

Omg, I sound so boring, I swear.

I have once again realised that I am quite scared of toilets. I'm not really quite sure why. Let's see... I'm so damn scared of the plane toilets. What is up with flush?! It's so loud... I have gotten into the habit of opening the door of the toilet before I flush the toilet so that I can make a quick escape. ARGH. It's so bad... plus it's so embarrassing... argh..

And another thing. I hate the evil red eye. DIE EVIL RED EYE. DIE. Why did someone have to invent the automatic flush toilet? I mean why?! What is the point? jeebus... I'm always scared of those toilets... So anyway, I'm sure most of you know my usual toilet habits. Well.. maybe not. Katherine Bailey does. Err.. random. However. SPREADING TOILET TISSUE ON A BLOODY TOILET SEAT WHEN THE EVIL RED EYE WATCHING IS NOT COMFORTABLE. In fact, I find it quite disconcerting. I notice that all the american airports have automatics. How unfortunate.

Gah. I'm coming back on Monday! ^_^ Home sweet home. I get to see Titan! Squeeeee... I miss him so much.

Please note that this post is utterly boring. I think I should make another post tomorrow to compensate.

For now, I shall continue to listen to Dopo Il Sogno... la!

The Wonders Of PMS

So, I have been spurred to blog today. Yippee.

I really have nothing inspirational to blog about but! Since something quite *interesting* happened to me, I thought that I would blog about. Curious.

First, let us list The Wonders Of PMS:

1. It lets one become edgy and extremely pissy

2. The surrounding people of the subject who has contracted (Could PMS be considered as a, heaven forbid, disease?!) PMS become wary

3. It gives that wonderful chance for the idiotic person who blames everybody's mood swings on PMS to really experience what the hell PMS actually feels like. Hell yeah.

Oh joy, the three golden opportunities that PMS brings. My gosh, I'm being horribly open about this but anyway.... I have no shame! *cough*

On a lighter note that does not include any details about the inner workings of the human body, I watched V for Vendetta and Match Point. I have to say that V for Vendetta really did suit my tastes. It was a far cry from the Matrix and its sequals but in a good way. Not overly computer generated, although, technology has advanced so it would be kinda obvious that you wouldn't have the Matrix showing up everywhere. Um um... it was good! People should watch it. Somehow, I like those sort of movies. No Sci-Fi or sorts although I do like Sci-Fi but more... One-Courageous(?)-Man-Against-The-Whole-World-Or-Is-It-The-Government-? sort of movie. Hmm...

On the other hand, Match Point sort of showed that one should not have an affair! When you find yourself er... attracted to another person but you are married, hit yourself! Immediately! It is bad, very bad as... things will happen. So, read my words: DO NOT HAVE AN AFFAIR. yay.

I think I shall add that I lost my revision sheet. I had a tantrum in my room. It was, ever so pleasant.