Thursday, April 22, 2004

How math class continues to ruin my life. (It's kind of scary...)

Okay, seeing as I promised [shameless plug]Gamma that I would direct the poor S.O.B.'s who actually bother to read this on-going dictation of crap to his pitiful little puddle in cyberspace, I did. Just up there. It's the one myOtaku account (except for maybe Sara-chan's [I don't plug because every one goes there, anyway o.-]) where you will never, ever, in a bajillion willion years, find a curse word. Gamma: (In reference to the guestbook entry...) YES. & NEJI COULD!!! By all means, he most certainly could transform into a small, blue rodent and bash into people at 750m/h. You know it's true!! (If you don't, consult The Smma.) *** This week, several of my oldest friends and I have been jogging our memories. Ah, grade four. Things were so simple back then. There were only three things we, as a class, had to remember: 1. The other class is a mish-mash of dipwads who are not to be spoken to. 2. Nobody knows how Yin's running shoes keep ending up in the girls' washroom. NOBODY. 3. The following people "have cooties": *names ommitted* I think Yin is still in denial about all the horrible things that were done to him/names he was called, as he refuses to "remember" any of them. Incidentally, Naruto Unleashed is looking very uber and streamline. At least the layout is.^_^ *an award for Preston, Dan and Val* *** The first five months of the year are so crammed with birthdays. And August, too. : / (At least when it comes to people I know...) Four in January, two in February, maybe four or five in March, six in April, and six in May. (And six in August, I do believe. : / ) The first half of the year is a very popular time of the year for birthdays, it would seem. (And I've probably forgotten at least ten, overall._ _U) If you would be so kind as to wait a moment while I fetch an ice-cream bar... *insert calming strings music here* "Spirit Week" is creeping up on us faster than Rock Lee can move, and I, for one, am growing more and more afraid.o_o And not just because of the thought of half the school showing up in their pajamas. This week is Test Week, at my school, and I don't think I've passed a single one of the three I've taken. (I know that some people have these ginourmous exams and whatnot, but still.) The worst part is that I knew everything the night before. :( (I've been taking piano for seven years, and couldn't figure out half of this easy-ass theory test in strings...><") About the subject: I know it sounds immature and bitchy but it has somehow managed to become true. O_o Because of math class: -my mother is convinced I am failing the grade (which I, somehow, am far from doing) -I cannot talk to either of my parents without them spouting some nonsense about fractions and how I "can't do them" (even though I can) -I cannot mention anything I enjoy doing without being "grilled" for doing anything other than extra math homework -I get a minimum-half-hour lecture every time I do anything the slightest bit wrong because "you need to stop being so negative, you're going to fail highschool (I'm not in high-school, btw O_o), I'm so dissapointed in you, this enfuriates me, you're going to end up flipping hamburgers (actually, they didn't say this to me, I heard my dad say something along the lines of it, which is rather worse), at least Julia does her homework, knowing how to use the computer is never going to get you a job (what the fuck?), stop writing and drawing when you're failing math (I'm not) etc..." So it's because they love me, but hearing almost nothing, aside from the above, all day really gets to you after a while. I'm tired of being criticized for my cynical, sarcastic nature (IRL, more-so than online) by people who don't realize how stupid optimism makes you look. To all optimists: YOU SUCK. *** Watched Master and Commander yesterday. All-in-all, a pretty good movie (the doctor and Mr. Hollum were the best characters, by far), though there was not a single speaking female character in the entire movie. o.o" *** It must be the PMS talking, because what I thought was going to be a short, meaningless post has become a long, meaningless post. Go figure.

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