Buckminster Fuller
Mandy and I have decided to be rebels. We're not going to bother with our chemistry research/prac. We are extremely badass. That's right, baby. (btw, the "baby" bit was not referring to Mandy Kwan as that would be disgusting and offputting)
ANYWAY. (What was I going to say again?)
Yoga turned out to be quite ... interesting. It required less flexibility than I thought it would. It was so relaxing, Sisi next to me fell asleep. She started making very uncute snuffling noises and this mystified me, so I accidentally poked her in the ribs. Twice. Then she started looking all annoyed, squinting blearily at me in the dark.
Coles icecream is strangely delicious. Canteen lady told Cindy and I to "help ourselves". Bad mistake, because darling Rachel Cheung came over armed with a giant spoon. Ended up making a mess all over the table and floor. What nice sticky fun.
I'm feeling quite glum about semi-formal. I'm kind of sitting here staring at my dress, half-wishing in a pathetic sort of way that I could go. I guess I could actually if I wanted to, but meh... I cbf. My parents have already given me my bribe of a grand. The thing is, I just don't want to be stuck at home whilst everybody's off gallivating aboard a cramped boat. Should go out to movies or something... but is there anything good on?
mandy says:
let me die
mandy says:
im so bored out of my mind
bloody hell, msn is still fucked says:
let's do something
bloody hell, msn is still fucked says:
but not together because that would be weird
OH, I just realised that I was sitting on my pen. No wonder it was slightly uncomfortable.
Mandy's telling me about her non existent sex life. Just kill me now.
Actually Mandy's always complaining about how I make her sound like such an absolute "loser" in these blogs of mine. Just whose fault is it anyway?
Man, I am so fucking boreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
An example of a typical day at Ruse
*Vyanh is running towards us. She looks very excited. Hell, she is practically drooling*
VYANH: MATHS CLASSES ARE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111
Oh yes, I also promised Don that I would link him. Since I do not know how to use this LJ thing properly (last time I used it was like in year eight and that was way more than 365 days ago... and I'm still waiting for the Rachel to come and help me, and put me out of my misery) I shall link him here. Don FYI is a very intelligent male whom I have known since year eight, who has his mind poisoned by American TV.
Moving on....(to something that's sort of bugging me right now)
I think I shall do something to my hair. I was looking at a picture of myself and was horrified with its natural -ness.
Next to my horrifically black head is Cindy's normal hair. Juxtaposition is a bitter bitch.
ANYWAY. (What was I going to say again?)
Yoga turned out to be quite ... interesting. It required less flexibility than I thought it would. It was so relaxing, Sisi next to me fell asleep. She started making very uncute snuffling noises and this mystified me, so I accidentally poked her in the ribs. Twice. Then she started looking all annoyed, squinting blearily at me in the dark.
Coles icecream is strangely delicious. Canteen lady told Cindy and I to "help ourselves". Bad mistake, because darling Rachel Cheung came over armed with a giant spoon. Ended up making a mess all over the table and floor. What nice sticky fun.
I'm feeling quite glum about semi-formal. I'm kind of sitting here staring at my dress, half-wishing in a pathetic sort of way that I could go. I guess I could actually if I wanted to, but meh... I cbf. My parents have already given me my bribe of a grand. The thing is, I just don't want to be stuck at home whilst everybody's off gallivating aboard a cramped boat. Should go out to movies or something... but is there anything good on?
mandy says:
let me die
mandy says:
im so bored out of my mind
bloody hell, msn is still fucked says:
let's do something
bloody hell, msn is still fucked says:
but not together because that would be weird
OH, I just realised that I was sitting on my pen. No wonder it was slightly uncomfortable.
Mandy's telling me about her non existent sex life. Just kill me now.
Actually Mandy's always complaining about how I make her sound like such an absolute "loser" in these blogs of mine. Just whose fault is it anyway?
Man, I am so fucking boreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
An example of a typical day at Ruse
*Vyanh is running towards us. She looks very excited. Hell, she is practically drooling*
VYANH: MATHS CLASSES ARE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111
Oh yes, I also promised Don that I would link him. Since I do not know how to use this LJ thing properly (last time I used it was like in year eight and that was way more than 365 days ago... and I'm still waiting for the Rachel to come and help me, and put me out of my misery) I shall link him here. Don FYI is a very intelligent male whom I have known since year eight, who has his mind poisoned by American TV.
Moving on....(to something that's sort of bugging me right now)
I think I shall do something to my hair. I was looking at a picture of myself and was horrified with its natural -ness.
Next to my horrifically black head is Cindy's normal hair. Juxtaposition is a bitter bitch.