Monday, November 29, 2004

"Saaaaaaaaaaaanta's comin' to town...!"
...in Nihongo. Damn, I love this recording.^_^

Got my report card today: I passed math, with my banner, proudly reading 55%, flying majestically in the wind.

I scored a brilliant average of 71.4, demonstrating to the world just how much of a loser Godel really is.

I did get a rather nice remark from my art teacher, however, dictating that, "Subject thoroughly applies knowledge of materials/skills/concepts in drawing. Always demonstrates originality and experimentation in artwork. Excellent effort has contributed to excellent results."

Subject feels special.

I managed to pull a 73% in strings, which, I could tell, rendered my mother highly disapointed. Sorry, Mom. (My one friend scored 100% in said subject, something he was definately worthy of. I hate hearing people bitch about how so-and-so doesn't deserve their mark, just because they're obviously jealous.)

My English mark, 80%, reaks with pitiful less-than-averageness, and really ought to be burned.
The sad thing is, if I try in English, I get 75%s. If I type something up, in two minutes, the night before? I get 87%s. Go figure.

Incidentally, I learned 20 "new words" last week, according to our today's English test. I pwn you, obviously.

Geography is silly and gave me a 62%. Pfffffft.
'Nuff said.

Despite having failed several tests towards the begining of the term, my m4d Fr3nch 5k1||z prevailed, and I passed. With a 75%. Wai~! Hurray for suckering the teachers into liking you, just because you participate in class and talk to them about various political issues not-during-class-hours!
My French teacher is actually a cool lady, who tells us lots of interesting facts about just about everything during class, though most of my fellow French pupils are bereft of any evidence of this.

*waves math banner some more*

74% in gym! I obviously do not have the skill required to move. u.u
Most people I know fail gym, or come close to it, anyway, because of not wearing uniforms or socks or whatever. *cough*Setzer*cough*Samm*cough*

Science is a boring old 72%, though it's developing into my favourite class, since we never do anything in English, any more, as my class is a bunch of stupid cretins, sometimes, despite our obvious intellectual superiority, and because the science teacher is just that cool.

In the vein of science, I just spent an hour and a half completing four, double-sided pages worth of information on sexual reproduction in plants.
Indeed, nothing you can say has the potential to bore me after that.

Four fucking pages about plants that "have sex". Woo. Hoo. =_=

Seeing as tomorrow is the first day of December, you can expect an extreme heightening of my "Christmas Spirit." I adore Christmas, along with the whole goddam month of December, and nothing you say or do will stop me from going to obnoxious and unnecessary ends to prove it.

u.u

It occurs to me that my English teacher wants us to use our "new" vocabulary words (prognosticate, replete, abound, paradox, automaton) more frequently. The only thing that really surprises me about this is that alot of people actually seem to find them, well, new.

Losers.

Back to that thing I said about cretins or whatever:

Every time my English teacher gives us a task to complete, 80% of my class goes on a tyrade to do with how they "do four hours worth of homework a day". Where they could possibly find this, along with how they could find a way to, within two weeks, not complete a page-and-a-half assignment, are just completely beyond my ability to comprehend.

Incidentally, Slapters (Pearl is a very funny little lady) is selling anime wallscrolls for $30.

Excuse me while I laugh my ass off. Poor n00bs, not knowing where to buy one for ten bucks, out of a selection about ten times as broad.

Knowledge really is power, and therefore should be abused as frequently as possible.

I shall, consequentially, abuse my knowledge of J-box to find a way to order a "Looking For a Japanese Boyfriend" shirt and wear it to the one place where I am sure to find Japanese guys, all five or six years older than me: Kumon.

So it's good for something, after all. o_o

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