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To Infinity and Beyond
I haven’t blogged in 12 days so I will sum up that during these 12 days, I have encountered many things that will blow your mind. Like last week, I had to accompany a sick girl to the nurse room and then encountered this kid who was puking his guts out. His puke resembled the likeness of marmalade and beef curry. This tells the story of how the girl accompanying the sick girl got sick. I got my Science test back a few days ago and got an incomprehensible question correct and that question required math skills, of which I lack. When I saw that I got it right, I was just sitting there, dazed, trying to recall how I got the question right because I honestly had no idea. So I was just like “I’m a GENIUS.” Because I was the only one in my class who got it right on a whim.Yesterday, people kept stealing my food and drinking my Vitasoy. I don’t get the whole concept of sharing a drink with random people, not random people, but your friends or people in your school. Has anyone heard of the SWINE FLU EPIDEMIC? You don’t go leaving saliva over people’s drinks and then giving it to someone else then giving it to some other dude and then give it back to the rightful owner.
Then just this morning, I woke up at 9:30 and I thought that I woke up too early so I started playing Pokemon Platinum on my NDS while lying on the bed but I was pissed off by the random encounters and I got myself stuck in that cave on Victory Road to the path of the Pokemon League. I’m going to meet the Elite Four, eventually. I don’t really get it though since I didn’t get stuck in a cave when I was playing Pearl. I think I need walkthroughs. When I was five, I was playing Pokemon Ruby on a GBA and got stuck after three gyms so I think, for the sake of the children, they should make these games easier for the gaming impaired.
I have a load of homework I have to do, the worse part is the 3D poster (where you have to get a load of styrofoam balls, wood, leaves all that other junk) and make a diagram of a cell pop out of the paper. WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS IMAGE?
Kelly Clarkson’s Boobs
We are currently learning about body parts in Chinese, including ‘describing’ words to accompany those ‘parts’ if you get my drift. I have a love/hate relationship with Chinese class, the only reason why I love it is because I get good grades and I’m the best out of everyone who sucks.My Chinese teacher decides to create a powerpoint with pictures of celebrities and describing words under them, then you have to guess what part that word describes. The third slide has a photo of Kelly Clarkson and the Chinese characters for the word “Very Round”.
So she asks us “What part are we describing?” Then she uses her ruler to poke at Kelly Clarkson’s boobs, when in fact, she’s trying to point at her face but can’t reach that far up so she can only get as far as her boobs, which is obviously lower than the face, you don’t need to watch Grey’s Anatomy to figure that out. My Chinese teacher can’t reach that high up because her height is equivalent to that of an oompa loompa.
Everyone goes “KELLY CLARKSON’S BOOBS ARE ROUND!” in English, because I don’t think that anyone is capable of figuring out the Chinese word for boobs. If they were, they wouldn’t be in the Chinese Class for Illiterate Chinese People. It’s not part of our vocabulary list, I think it would come in handy during a test in case they give us a picture of Queen Latifah to describe or something.
oyay, I got an A+
My Chinese teacher’s response to the Kelly Clarkson’s Boobs Are Round statement:
“What? What are boobs?”
They are the things above your uterus, duh.
I miss last year
We started school yesterday, ‘officially’. The people in my class are kind of randoms from other class. The higher up mixed everyone up so basically no one from my old class is in my new one apart from my friend, which is a relief considering how I know absolutely no one in my new class. No one talks to each other and just sticks to one of their friends. So the whole atmosphere is sort of awkward. Our class used to be really close, so it’s a big difference. The thing is that, everyone is so different, they can’t relate to each other, nor do they bother.Many teachers have left the school as well. Including my favourite teacher, who I liked because he knew alot about the world and he taught us well. It was one of the few classes where I actually learnt something and enjoyed. A lot of the other classes, I either fell asleep from the boredom or the information comes right in through my ears but doesn’t get into the brain, so it just slips right out the other ear.
Sometimes it feels like you’re growing up too fast, and it’s kind of depressing when that happens. Because I have no idea as to how the future is going to be like and I guess I’m scared of what lies ahead. Some people like growing up because of the freedom but I’m one of those people who enjoy being under the wing of my parents. This is why I hate birthdays, because you’re a year older and that means that you’re just a few years from approaching the age where you’re considered mature enough (like in a literal sense) to be an adult. And, yeah. Like I’d ever carry the responsibilities of an adult. I would hate being treated like an adult when even now as a teenager, everyone outside is treating me like one even though I’m what, like 14. Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I’m 21 years old, this is a message to the my dad’s friend who gave me his business card thinking that I was eligible to do business with him.
Seriously?
Teenagers usually feel infinite, as if there are no problems in life, but I’m not naive enough to believe that stuff, this is a result of too much Googling. The less you know, the better. I used to talk a lot and embarrass myself because I couldn’t feel embarrassment. Now that I can, I stop talking in order to give the impression that I don’t slip up and that nothing I say will be used against me. Like those people who are like “Oops, I murdered someone. Did I say that out loud?”.
