BOOOOOOOOOM

This has been the best weekend ever. Please note my sarcasm, which cannot be noted online without a side note. Aha, see what I did there?

Anyway.

Well, I got wait listed for a private school that I applied to, which isn't that bad, until I received my placement exam results. Out of 298 questions, I missed 5. FIVE. FIVE. And the other kids who got in missed, like, 30. 

Good news is, I'm staying with my best friends and some other people whom I really enjoy hanging out with for the next few years, so that's good. 

All's fair in love and war. War and love. I don't know. That saying doesn't even make sense. You honestly can't stab people in the back, right? Lol That isn't fair. Or nuclear bombs. BOOOOOOOOOM

The 203120591304 Months in a Year

It's the time of year for allergies. Yay, allergy season! The 203120591304 months in a year where every teacher thinks you're sick and stays away from your coughing and sneezing and teary-eyed self when you're undergoing severe pollen attacks. They're so nice. :(

Anyway, my family and I went out to eat for lunch, and we witnessed this poor kid getting harrassed by her mom. The mom was just screaming at her for accidentally knocking the plate onto the ground, and then she screamed at her kid to get her a spoon.

Poor girl.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghPsLcuLHHU

^ Everything Wrong With Twilight. WATCH NOW OMFG

YOU CANNOT SPEAK CHINESE GRRRR STOP SAYING THAT PEOPLEZZZZZ

So today was Chinese school. In my Chinese class are two brothers (both younger than me) who are like Yo-Yo Head #1 and Yo-Yo Head #2.

Yo-Yo Head #1 corrected the teacher's Chinese character on the projector screen because the teacher had used the wrong radical thing (good luck understanding that if you don't speak Mandarin or Cantonese or any dialect of sorts, and I'm sorry, YOU CANNOT SPEAK CHINESE GRRRR STOP SAYING THAT PEOPLEZZZZZ; CHINESE IS A LANGUAGE, NOT A DIALECT). So the teacher told him to correct the word for her, and Yo-Yo Head #1 wrote ON the screen with an Expo pen. ON THE SCREEN. YOU BUMBLING IDIOT.

And now we (collectively, as a class) have to pay for his damage.

GOOD JOB MAN. WE LOVE YOU SO, SO, SO VERY MUCH.

I TA for him for one of his classes, meaning I correct many of his papers. Heh hehhh. Hehehe. Heheh heh. Nah, I'm not that evil. I WISH. But no.

Anyway I'm stuck on level 200 something for '4 Pics 1 Word' lol. It's an addicting game. I'm having a feud with this kid from Chinese school as well about who can reach the highest level of the game first. I'm losing by 69 :( No joke. 69. And please, no inappropriate comments, Sardonic. ;D

I Will Beat My Head With a Stick.

My kind friend Sardonic posted that we should 'take a chance.'

I'm sorry, but I don't plan to take that chance in the next 69 years. And if I do, I will beat my head with a stick.

Today, we had to sit for an hour and listen to a sports awards ceremony, leading me to the conclusion that numb legs are not good for doing the Harlem Shake (wtf is that anyway?). He sat behind me with his crowd of friends, joking and laughing. Two of his close friends I am relatively close with, and another friend of his decided to hit my back (and Sardonic's as well) with his jacket. Lol. SAVE ME FROM THE GREAT BIG EVIL JACKET.

He just sat there and laughed.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

(You're welcome!)

Anyway, did I mention he runs 6 minute miles? His explanation: 'I'm on steroids.'

OHHHH LOOK, I LIKE SOMEONE WHO DOES ILLEGAL DRUGS YAY

Take a Chance.

Everytime you gaze at him/her, all you see is perfection. One glance at you, and you feel your heart pounding loudly. You want to be with him/her.

Take a chance. You'll never know what might happen. Why spend your time thinking of the different ways they'll reject you? You'll never know what might happen; you  might succeed. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Smile, take chances, and live your life fully. 'Coz you only live once, and if you do it right, once is all you need

-sards.

"Heheh. Heh. Hehehhehe. Hehe heh heh."

I've been thinking. If interesting things occur in my day, I'll just write it out like a story. Of course, it's all true, ya'know? ;0 Okay, maybe there are some slight embellishments. Nothing much.

So yesterday, I was sitting with Sardonic and a few of my other friends, eating lunch and talking. My sandwich's inner contents (I guess you could call it that) began to fall out of its bread...shell, for lack of better wording. (Bread shell!)

Not noticing Sardonic's snickers as I attempted to shove the turkey, lettuce, and cheese back between the slices, I blindly stated, "Go back in! Go back in!"

Sardonic began unidentified (that's the gender-specific pronoun I'm going to use) began to snicker loudly. "Heheh. Heh. Hehehhehe. Hehe heh heh." 

^ And that is why you don't eat sandwiches with Sardonic. Because if you do, you'll stop to smack Sardonic's back, and I nearly dropped my sandwich when I did that. So if you don't want to drop your lunch like Jerry does (actually, more like 'if you don't want to drop your cream-cheese-wedge-that-you-forgot-to-smear-on-your-bread-this-morning like Jerry does), don't eat lettuce.

Sorry, rabbits.

Anyway. I managed to run an A-time today. Of course, *le person* (let's call him... XYZ) ran a 6:30... just as a certain someone whose name on Blogger starts with E (we all know it must be Emily! Haha) was 2/5 of the way finished with the final lap. Sigh. But hey, I ran an 8:02 today. That's not too bad. :P MUST... GET... SEVEN... NEXT TIME...

#helpme

#dresstoimpress

#lawljkruntoimpressiguess

#ohheythatrhymed

#let'scontinuemyhashtagfailure

#someoneistooathleticandsmartthatitisntevenfair

It's raining now. SAVE ME FROM THE WRATH OF THE GODS. Why couldn't it have rained earlier, during P.E.?

It's Right There. No, Not Him. Yeah, That One. No, Not That One!

So it's the one day in the year where you sit down with your best friend and have a nice chat... on Facebook, that is. And it's that one day you talk about people you like and all that stuff.

-letters represent names-

Sardonic: SO who do you like? ;))
Me: Lol, guess.
Sardonic: *gets out yearbook*
Sardonic: It's A
Me: It's not A.
Sardonic: It's B.
Me: It's not B.
Sardonic: C OR D OR E OR F
Me: Eh
Sardonic: *moves on to other people without realizing I don't deny that*
*me thinking: it's right there! no, not him. Yeah, that one. No, not that one!*
*le troll face when I tell --- I was about to put a gender specified pronoun --- unidentified that unidentified said his name once already, 'cause, you know, Sardonic's Blogger profile lists the gender as unidentified*

Anyway, yeah.

Good job, Sardonic. Took you about 59 minutes to guess.

Time to go yearbook stalking again! xD