I'm on a Boat

GOD I CAN’T WAT FOR HOSTEL LIFE DAMMIT SCREW ALL THIS SHIT.
I AM WRITING AN EMO POST TODAY. SO THERE.
AND IT IS SCREWING UP MY TYPING WTH. DAMMIT.
ALL THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT WTH MY FUCKING MUM FORCING ME TO ONLY USE THE COMPUTER FOR HOMEWORK WHAT THE FUCK. I FUCKING NEED A FUCKING LIFE DAMMIT. LIKE EMAILS, MANGA AND MSN.
By the way, here’s an amusing anecdote…
Me: *being a nosey parker as always* James what u sending?
James: Oh I’m sending I luv u to my mom cos…she doesn’t want me to use msn and I forgot to log off before I left this morning…So now I’m sending this to distract her.
Me: O.O n1
PS: N1 James she sent I love you too back.
James: Woah she must be distracted heng.
Me: Yea…you still have about 10 hours to hope it stays that way dude.
BUT FUCK ALL THIS DAMMIT I AM FUCKING PUSHING MYSELF TO FINISH ALL MY HOMEWORK ON TIME AT LEAST AND NOW I HAVE TO FUCKING SNEAK RESTS BETWEEN DOING HOMEWORK TO STOP MYSELF GOING ROUND THE FUCKING BEND.
I’M NOT ASKING FOR MUCH JUST LIKE 2 HOURS AT LEAST OF BEING ABLE TO DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT WHILE HAVING ACCESS TO A COMPUTER. SCREW IT ALL FUCKING SLAVE DRIVER. PUTTING REFLECTIVE SURFACES All AROUND THE HOUSE TO KEEP AN EYE ON WHERE I GO ON THE LAPTOP EVERY SINGLE SECOND. FUCK YOU.
Now I don’t really want to go and count the number of F***ING I have typed in the last two hundred words. Bleh. My lack of notebook and earphones and the Student Leader Investiture today reminding me of my complete inadequacy especially makes me feel VERY PISSED OFF.
Still. I shall hold off the emotions for a while to post about today. Which is about half an hour.
Mr. Yee was not pleased about Claire’s blatant usage of the speakers. That is all. *although it is good that he never catches Dao Han. :D*
Integration RIGHT AFTER differentiation is effing irritating. No kick to Jit though.
So. Our breaks consisted mostly of chionging practicals, including creating the effing 10 mark experiment that 90% of the class didn’t notice. GG. Spectrometers :D as recommended by Jeremias’ brother. Mhmm.
Bio taught by students was like, semi-failure. Couldn’t we JUST PLAY CELL CRAFT. ZZT.
STUPD MOM DEMANDING ME TO MOVE TO THE SIDE SO SHE CAN SEE THE SCREEN IN THE FULL LENGTH WINDOW FUCK HER
Damn. I just couldn’t do it, could I. So failure. :(
And stupid Journalism moved to Friday. Again. For the third freaking time. Fourth actually, if you don’t count the one I ponned. Effing procrastinating pizzas. And three year Ones with the hyperactivity to match ten men.
HERDING SHEEP IS FUN. HERDING WINNIE IS EVILLER and BETTER :D
I WANT THE NEXT MCGEE’S ALICE TO BE OUT SO I CAN SCREWING KILL CARD GUARDS. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. THEY LOOK BRILLIANTLY AWESOME.
Anyway. Will skip Chinese. And move on to my bone of contention. SLI.
WE HAD FREAKING PINK BALLOONS AND STCK FIGURES IN PUSH-UP/SEMI-HUMPING POSITIONS IN HEARTS. WTH. AND WE HAD VISITORS. (and Mr. Yee was wearing pink, but completely covered up by his brown jacket so that doesn’t count.)
And I felt inadequate just sitting there. Either it was William squashing me or that the President of Student Council this year has the same name as me and applied to join Council the same year with me. *pouts*
At least he’s slightly amusing. THAT JUST MAES ME FEEL MORE INADEQUATE.
But his dancing…never mind.
*looks forward to reading whatever Claire has written for Ming Wei since she was so eager to block it. Hmm*
FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE. I NEED TV. AND LOTS OF IT. AND PREFERABLY EXACTING EXCRUCIATING MENTAL OR PHYSICAL TORTURE ON ONE PERSON TOMORROW AT LEAST.