That is, If I can wrangle myself out of choir practice. Of course, it was supposed to be a dreadful twice a week. Till stupid _ _ _ _ had to say "Why only twice? Have more lah!" (No, not suicidal, just year 6 and not having to come to choir.) The new president, inexperienced and new and new, took this into consideration and decided to have thrice weekly practices! For what? And event I cannot take part in. Genius? Of course. But the pesky bunch of choir teachers with their angry faces covering up a much worse truth inside, will almost definitely keep a poker face while Laughing Out Loud, Rolling On the Floor Laughing or simply be undergoing a period of extremely hilarity inside themselves as they explain "understandingly" of how I'll still have to sing the songs next year. Essentially, depriving/consuming/obliterating the little glimpse left of/swallowing/destroying/ holiday joy I were to have. Yeah right, like the sec 1s don't have to.
Of course, I see many others ponning CCAs commonly as it were something, common. However, they were nto stupid enough to join a CCA with others in the cohort such as "The Prefect" and "The Prefect" and such, which leads me to my next point:
I treat people too nicely. Its true I guess. Someone despised by the general population always ends up being treated by me better than anyone else. SO what happens? They think I'm their bestest westest best thing that happened to them on earth friend. So, of course, my next move would be t back away and make sure tehy don't come near me, resulting in them facing a state of dejection that I'm ignoring them totally. This has been proven true in _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (from 1.11) and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (from 1.9/2.9). Of course, this has been carried over from primary school.
Anyway, if you're wondering why I'm talking about my thoughts againa nd not about school, then I'm sorry to explain to you that there has been nothing in school to begin with. Except for:
- AVERY WO MEN ZHI CHI NI!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- !nk -Rolled up newspaper fights
- Nothing
- Slacking
- "Ending at two" = "Ending at 3+"
Signing out,
Thats all.
*Not all resolutions have to be kept
Ooh! How could I forget! This is the blog's 13th post, and I'm 13 years old! For now. If you've been reading all my ramblings, you should know that:
- I'm 13!
- I'm fat!
- I can't type the properly, 50% of teh time typing it is teh!
- My typing is terrible!
- I'm lazy!
- I'm fat!
Signing out again :p,
Thats all I hope.
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