fo' shizzle my nizzle sausage sizzle...

I was thinking (shock!) the other day of how much fun grade 9 was with our silly stalls. As you can imagine, I was part of a sausage sizzle stall.

Additionally, you know your life is sad when you get excited about how you see you have the option of either allowing or disallowing comments on your blog.

That aside, McDonalds has been PARTICULARLY adept at giving me early morning shifts D:
Not only that, but I have no idea about breakfast at mcdonalds, and thus will wander around aimlessly like a cat with nine legs.

And also, apparently there's a transformers 2 now? I haven't even watched number 1, despite owning the DVD (NOT pirated ;D). This is probably because when somebody says 'transformers' I just have this impression of a cheap, badly produced cartoon with accompanying irrelevant storyline.

I really wish I could write in coherent, linking paragraphs, but I can't, and so that is that.
The main reason I wanted to write this post was for my good friend Musu =)

ATTN: Musu Muliaga
RE: Bad parents

Dear Musu,
I don't know how to say this, because I got a C in english, but I kinda do understand about parents...
It really really annoys me when my parents talk (but actually mutter under their breath both loud and clear enough for you to comprehend) about how I didn't do this, and didn't do that. Its annoying enough to firstly have parents with high expectations, but secondly then to have unappreciative parents. They really go hand-in-hand like my mum and texting all in caps.
At some stage, my parents put me in grade 7 chinese school when I first just started. Seeing as I only knew how to write my name, and a few numbers, I felt more inadequate than airtight packaging for stale bread.

To be honest, I think you really do try and work hard, and that probably is what is one of the reasons why your parents comments are so angering and saddening. Even though your handwriting is too neat for you to become a doctor, I'm certain you'll be some kind of uber god later in life. In short, you really are an important person to me. I wouldn't be anywhere close to the person I am now without all those jokes and laughs. People don't realise that even clowns need clowns, and although its not intentionally selfish, it is what happens.

I'm not going to give you the cliche "you're an unique individual" lecture, but you really are. If I stop to think about all the amazing shit you can do, its not even funny. I mean, you can play piano, understand so much stuff, Mcshizzling good at english, fluent in samoan and chinese, and a whole fload of other stuff. Although you may not know it, I'd practically trip over myself doing something if it was important to you.

Maybe you think I'm being insincere, or maybe that I don't understand or otherwise, but its certainly not what I intended.

It kinda makes me sad that you feel sad, angry and depressed, but regardless know that i'm here to try and help do what I can, and that I really do appreciate you n_n.

If you need cheering-up at any stage, I have racist jokes, because I'm already going to hell. In any case, haven't we all just 'transferred-$100-to-the-wrong-bank-account-and-then-regretted-not-checking-the-account-number-again?'. I think we have.

Mega Phoenix Down....

Past few days have been so tiring, I wish I could just induce a coma. I know you don't read my blog to hear my autobiography, and thus I'll keep the personal comments and opinions to a minimum YOU BITCH. oh wait.... sorry xD

On that note, long story short.

PARENTS REASONABLE CARE FAIL
DISREGARD WIN

I mean, I get it. I'll just go sit by the lake with the fat kids and weave bracelets.
"Oh sorry, my parent's basement only has room for FIVE sleeping bags" or
"no, I'm just sleeping in this weekend".

Seeing as I just got home, I think this rant is accordingly appropriate.

Work today was suitably tiring, in that tiring enough to feel like work, but not so exhausting that I peed in the shower because I was too tired.

I got asked to work tomorrow as well, and I thought why not. I mean, not doing anything else considering ice skating is down there with dropped pies and my bank account on a tuesday. A real downer, I think...

Ugh, also have to find a suitable present... I hate present shopping, mostly because I have no money, and anything remotely interesting or viable costs roughly more than the average trip to Venezuela.

*sigh* I'm sorry for not posting frequently, and I feel I've lost what little readers I had anyway... D:

In regards to exam results, everyone's cool with TAFE right? ok good. phew.

P.S Can anyone describe what mustard tastes like so I can know. So far, the winning contestant is:

- "A pussy version of wasabi"

Close runner ups include

- "Wasabi's less talented less hot, younger illegitimate brother."

*chatter*= cold = *sad face*

Have any of you seen this video? No, because I just made it in the last 5 minutes. Gogo windows movie maker. Its to motivate me for maths? D: (If you haven't seen 'The Sound of Music', then you also won't enjoy it nearly as much...)
EDIT: Deleted due to complete total randomness.

Anyway, that random clip aside,
It seems I am back to blogging like a diabetic woman going for seconds on dessert.

And perhaps is odd, because this is the second post I've made during exam block, which leads to "how much study have I really done?".
Well, being a proud soon-to-be badge carrying member of IEBHNSC (Imminent-exams-but-have-not-studied-club, Founder=Laurence Barber), I'd say that The amount that I have studied relates directly to the degree which hugging kittens removes your fundamental human rights.

Luckily I've already made several serious blunders in exams, which means I really have no hope in hell of getting a decent GPA this term, and as such will get parent'd.................................................

And obviously, by parent'd, I mean severely verbally abused.............................................................

and by severely verbally abused, I mean shot in the foot (not metaphorical).. Yes, that's right... you WTF...

Just a note on exam technique (which I have entirely mastered, and made no huge mistakes so far... oh no, that would be...). Always go back and check your exams, especially maths exams involving some sort of trig.
I wrote 'sec x' as 'sex' for about 2 pages....

If only our markschemes looked similar to this:
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May 2008 Higher Level Maths Paper 1 (100 marks total):

Question 1a.
Award (M100) for incompetency
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IF ONZLYYYYYYYY......................


Oh, and yes. My mum saw this bookshelf thingo at ikea and bought it. NOTE: Experience gained (IN REAL LIFE :@) is directly proportional to the AMOUNT OF EQUIPMENT RUINED. But i guess it was worth all that effort... I mean, what is a home but a bookshelf storage area?

Anyhow, I guess I've reached my daily quota of useless blogposts...I will/should be back, with a blogpost soon.
(With or without a foot is another story entirely...)

*om nom nom nom*

So, its another long-overdue blog update.
Where to begin? With my usual lack of any coherency? My bank balance? Why biology is not a subject?

Nay, I won't restate facts, nor bore you. I present to you the new yet soon to be cliche topic of 'exams'.

Not to begin on a bad note, but exam block was yesterday and to date I've done absolutely no study. If anything, I've disadvantaged myself by NOT watching video's all weekend.

I have study to do, but before I do I'm going to show a few photos which I found on my phone, which I found to be mildly interesting.

4 tokens = 1 play

Elmo? Turns out its actually agro. Not that it's relevant


Aside from this, I've also been distracted by study from checking my netbank balance every few seconds, as if hoping somebody is going to deposit a large boon of cash into my account....
I should's get back to my fantasmagoric exam block schedule. Mayhaps I will post something later.... and you wonder why I failed my eng exam? D: