Insipid
I've just started reading Lemony Snicket's depressing account of the Baudelaire children and their series of unfortunate events. I must say, even if I've just read 2 books, I'm getting the impression that this rather unfortunate series will be very apalling, distasteful, horrifying and most of all very distressing. I (and Mr. Snicket) strongly advise any one who even thinks about taking this book down from it's dusty home to think twice about doing so.
I'm sorry to bother you with all this nonsense but I'm afraid I've been infected with the disease that is the Baudelaire children's - I'm sorry, orphan's - sad, sad story and am still under the influence of their rather unfortunate life.
Forgive me if my style of writing will bore you, confuse you or depress you. You may thank Mr. Snicket for that.
Moving on.
It was a rather dull morning and started with me, as usual, refusing to rise from my comfortable, warm bed. As always, it was normal for me to wake up at 6am and finally stirr from my bed at about 6:30. The word "stirr" here means to move or get up from bed and eat a boring, unsatisfying breakfast of milk and cereal rather than mixing a liquid with a powdery substance of some sort to make a delightful beverage.
Surprisingly, I was able to fit in a little computer time before heading off to school. I presume that it was just because of the fact that we never really had classes today and I assumed that nobody could care less if I was late or not.
That morning was spent cleaning up the entire classroom. Everyone was assigned to do a certain task. Some were lucky, and ended up just removing the last bits of tape and string from the ceiling where origami cranes had once been hanged. But others were unfortunate enough to be assigned to floor duty.
Floor duty was the worst, seeing as all of my classmates' eyes were located at the top rather than the bottom, causing them to unknowingly trip on several buckets of white and gray paint. In turn, causing the white and gray paint to splatter all over several areas of the classroom and hallway. One classmate in particular, managed to spill a whole bottle of varnish just outside the classroom creating a sort of human rat trap for unsuspecting passersby and leaving some disgusting gray gunk all over the area they had just stepped and jumped on.
Needless to say scrubbing gray, gungky, sticky paint and varnish off of expensive marble-tiled floors in never fun. Luckily, I was assigned to the wall which, compared to the floor, was much less of a hassle to clean up.
That afternoon, everyone dressed up in their costumes for the U.N. & English week celebration. The afternoon was scorching hot and I was unlucky enough to be wearing a strange peruvian costume from Peru. The word scorching here means unbelievably hot. Hot enough to cook a whole breakfast buffet filled with nothing but eggs cooked sunny-side up. The garment had long, thick maroon sleeves with a matching long, thick maroon skirt that went all the way down to the ground. The skirt was so long that it caused me to trip and step all over my skirt, making it extremely hard to walk in it (not to mention the golden heels as well).
The activity was filled with nothing but unexciting events such as the foreign dance competition, the unbelivably and incredibly LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG
debate, the second part of the foreign dance, and the costume competition. My batch won 2nd place and is very proud of the achievement. Congratulations, guys!
Later still, auditions were held in the audio visual room (AVR) and I sat there, listening to all of the other people who could get their notes right. It took about over an hour after the said time of the auditions before the masculine challenged director came strolling into the room with his innocent looking assistant.
Among the people who were pre-picked to actually have roles were extremely gifted 6th and 5th graders, faith anne, Bea RDC, Enzo and MJ. Although, MJ couldn't find a partner so, Bea RDC volounteered scared, trembling me to be his partner. Whenever there's a trembling body there's always, ALWAYS, a trembling voice to accompany it. Mine was uncontrollably shaky and succesfully managed to ruin my whole audition (if you may call that sound of a dying cat an audition.).
That audition was horrible, really, truly and honestly horrible or in Mr. Snicket's case, the term would be 'completely and utterly INSIPID!'. In the words of Mr. Rushdie Bonotan, my performance would be 'disgraceful' (he never said that. I'm just so fond of quoting him and that phrase because that's what he says everytime... lol)
If you are a reader of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (ASUE) then I'm positively sure that you will have at least some idea of what I have just been rambling on about and if you're not, well, I'm terribly sorry if you have not been able to manage to understand one word of what I have just been rambling on about.
I am sure though, that if you are an intelligent human being, you will somehow manage to understand this entire entry.
Once again, I am terribly sorry if I have confused you, angered you or depressed you.
You could have just turned back while you could. ;)
I'm sorry to bother you with all this nonsense but I'm afraid I've been infected with the disease that is the Baudelaire children's - I'm sorry, orphan's - sad, sad story and am still under the influence of their rather unfortunate life.
Forgive me if my style of writing will bore you, confuse you or depress you. You may thank Mr. Snicket for that.
Moving on.
It was a rather dull morning and started with me, as usual, refusing to rise from my comfortable, warm bed. As always, it was normal for me to wake up at 6am and finally stirr from my bed at about 6:30. The word "stirr" here means to move or get up from bed and eat a boring, unsatisfying breakfast of milk and cereal rather than mixing a liquid with a powdery substance of some sort to make a delightful beverage.
Surprisingly, I was able to fit in a little computer time before heading off to school. I presume that it was just because of the fact that we never really had classes today and I assumed that nobody could care less if I was late or not.
That morning was spent cleaning up the entire classroom. Everyone was assigned to do a certain task. Some were lucky, and ended up just removing the last bits of tape and string from the ceiling where origami cranes had once been hanged. But others were unfortunate enough to be assigned to floor duty.
Floor duty was the worst, seeing as all of my classmates' eyes were located at the top rather than the bottom, causing them to unknowingly trip on several buckets of white and gray paint. In turn, causing the white and gray paint to splatter all over several areas of the classroom and hallway. One classmate in particular, managed to spill a whole bottle of varnish just outside the classroom creating a sort of human rat trap for unsuspecting passersby and leaving some disgusting gray gunk all over the area they had just stepped and jumped on.
Needless to say scrubbing gray, gungky, sticky paint and varnish off of expensive marble-tiled floors in never fun. Luckily, I was assigned to the wall which, compared to the floor, was much less of a hassle to clean up.
That afternoon, everyone dressed up in their costumes for the U.N. & English week celebration. The afternoon was scorching hot and I was unlucky enough to be wearing a strange peruvian costume from Peru. The word scorching here means unbelievably hot. Hot enough to cook a whole breakfast buffet filled with nothing but eggs cooked sunny-side up. The garment had long, thick maroon sleeves with a matching long, thick maroon skirt that went all the way down to the ground. The skirt was so long that it caused me to trip and step all over my skirt, making it extremely hard to walk in it (not to mention the golden heels as well).
The activity was filled with nothing but unexciting events such as the foreign dance competition, the unbelivably and incredibly LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG
debate, the second part of the foreign dance, and the costume competition. My batch won 2nd place and is very proud of the achievement. Congratulations, guys!
Later still, auditions were held in the audio visual room (AVR) and I sat there, listening to all of the other people who could get their notes right. It took about over an hour after the said time of the auditions before the masculine challenged director came strolling into the room with his innocent looking assistant.
Among the people who were pre-picked to actually have roles were extremely gifted 6th and 5th graders, faith anne, Bea RDC, Enzo and MJ. Although, MJ couldn't find a partner so, Bea RDC volounteered scared, trembling me to be his partner. Whenever there's a trembling body there's always, ALWAYS, a trembling voice to accompany it. Mine was uncontrollably shaky and succesfully managed to ruin my whole audition (if you may call that sound of a dying cat an audition.).
That audition was horrible, really, truly and honestly horrible or in Mr. Snicket's case, the term would be 'completely and utterly INSIPID!'. In the words of Mr. Rushdie Bonotan, my performance would be 'disgraceful' (he never said that. I'm just so fond of quoting him and that phrase because that's what he says everytime... lol)
If you are a reader of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (ASUE) then I'm positively sure that you will have at least some idea of what I have just been rambling on about and if you're not, well, I'm terribly sorry if you have not been able to manage to understand one word of what I have just been rambling on about.
I am sure though, that if you are an intelligent human being, you will somehow manage to understand this entire entry.
Once again, I am terribly sorry if I have confused you, angered you or depressed you.
You could have just turned back while you could. ;)