Y Saturday, July 26, 2008
11:35 pm
It's not dead!Sometimes it's a quite a chore to update this thing, especially when there's nothing noteworthy to fill in.
Most people complain that their lives are pretty dull. I suppose it's true, because they spend most of their time loathing about how absolutely devoid of colour their existence is instead of buying some paint and sloshing that stuff on.
Then again, you didn't need me to tell you that, did you? Oh lawrdy. I'm rambling.
Alright, on to business. Since a this little corner of the internet just serves as a log for the ah, more significant things that happen, I'll do just that.
And for the past week, out of five days, I've made it to two and a half days of school. Awesome. As of the 25th of July '08, Ian hasn't attended a full 5 day week of school. That's fucking fail fail fail.
Now about the absence. See, I've had the cold bug. It bit me. Then sometimes shit happens (literally) when you eat the wrong stuff, don't know about it, and drink milk. Then things just get watery (literally.) for a few days.
Friday was a great day, eye opener. CJ classmate's leaving us, sniffles. No, that wasn't sarcastic, srsly. I was emotionally blackmailed into going for the farewell party at her place which wasn't organized by her, wasn't endorsed by her. Hell, she didn't even know about it. Her mum did though. Now that's one awesome mum.
Before we delve into anything else, let's talk about the houses in Gallop Road, as well as the adjacent streets.
Wait for it.
Huge.
What? One word?
That's right. All the other words were stolen. Breathlessly huge. I am not shitting you.
So we spotted a gigantanourmous house from a distance, stated the obvious such as how bloody big and beautiful the house was, and continued walking. Three minutes later, yes, I estimated, about three minutes later, we were still walking beside the house's fence. Jesus. It takes more than 3 minutes to walk the length of the house. How retardedly big is that?
You see now, fellas? Those are the rich upper class. I have no right to be called in the same, or an even remotely similar vein. The people that live there eat money, crap money, sleep money. Me, I lack money. I shit you not.
Okay, I suppose since some of y'all CJ people got wind of this lil corner, (completely unintended, but unavoidable) I suppose I'm inclined to say something.
Kai Lin's one of the coolest (imo) girls in class, and if I had some sort of a word count to keep track of which girl I talk to the most, it's Kai lin. (Not a whole lot, I know. Hey, I'm a shy fella from a guy's school. That works, mmkay?) That's how I got blackmailed into going. Not that I didn't want to, but it's just whereever them CJ people hang out, it's a million miles from my place. Her company will be sorely missed, but I think you already knew that.
Anyway main point here is, like I've said in the past, and many of you would agree, you don't really care for something until it's gone for good. No matter how many times you tell yourself you'll treasure what you have, the bottomline is, humans are selfish bastards and will never truly appreciate something until it's flat out gone.
Fast forward to today, where I've finally got the hang of Maclaurin's. Wasn't so hard, but that doesn't mean it was enjoyable, either. Math is fucking terrible, but, for the third time, you already knew that.
I suppose the rest of the day isn't too memorable, until dinner time that is. Fine, so the majority of them couldn't make it, but dinner with just Dan, WJ and Bfoo wasn't bad either. In fact, it wasn't bad at all.
Suppose I was given one word to describe this evening. 'Hilarious' would have no competition. Dan is just plain funny. Jesus. I can't share any of the jokes that transpired tonight, or I'll get my blog marked just like Dan's (LOL) and Robo Lees marching up my door to pew pew me. Big brother's watching.
G'night y'all.