I love Zobel. Super.

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

Oh my~ I really, really looove my Zobel. :3 I saw ‘him’ at school during our Founders Week Celebration; last February 26, 2009.

I’m brainwashed. My brain is hanging. Gosh. Slow-spinning redemption.

 

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to study in a school so prestigious. I don’t study at a well-known school, but I’m pretty happy with how things go there, so I pretty much don’t have a lot to complain about. The facilities are nice, and so are the facilitators. The students are a bit ‘wild’ or some of them are a bit bastos, but who can blame them? We are highschool students, and that is our expertise.

 

Seriously, I don’t  know what else I’m going to write here. Nothing great has been going on, and a lot of bad things have occured. I’m currently, sleepy, tired and eyebag-y. I still have to continue our Math project, which supposedly, our worthless leader, dumped on me. Apparently, she thinks flirting with a younger boy is more important than grade in Math. (And I reaaally need grade there, who knows? I might attend Summer school. God, please no. D:). And my hater is apparently hating me more. It seems that she’s really suuuper insecure about herself, she’s making damay me with her self-image problems. And, my copycat is still not making tantanan me, and she’s really annoying me to death. I shunned by suicidal thoughts, yes. But fight emo disease. LOL.

 

Don’t worry though, I don’t have plans to die.. yet. Of course, I need to experience my high school promenade, and my college life first. I’ll have to experience a high school graduation, and a thesis breakdown. Haha. )

 

On a completely unrelated topic, people tell me I’m good at writing stuff. And I should continue to write. But, who has the time? I’m sure I don’t. Like I said before, I need to finish my Math Project, which apparently, is due tomorrow. Waa. I’m in panic mode. I’ll stop. I’ll make it na. Promise. LOL.

 

Alrightie. Good bye, reader. Tata for now. :]

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