One Just Ain't Enough

Gosh, History and Biology are getting tougher. The dates and facts keep falling out of my head, and I can't scramble fast enough to put them back in. Add that to the fact that I have to keep fighting the urge to fall asleep as the teachers drone on and on and on. Random fact - I almost always feel sleepy. And cold. But of course, when I'm doing something I really enjoy, somehow, I don't feel so tired anymore. However, I'll still get the chills.

BB and I have been growing apart lately, and I'm afraid a split-up is heading our way. But hopefully, the upcoming week break(yes!!!) will give us the chance to bond again over shopping and loads of chocolate. By the way, I shop and she eats all the chocolate. It's a tradition. BB has oodles more clothes than I'll ever have, and yet she always tells me that I have a humongous wardrobe. That's rich, seeing as it's coming from a girl who has enough clothes to dress our whole form. BB's and my clothes have one major difference between them. Hers are majorly casual. We're talking tees and shorts. Almost nothing else. I think I'll need to force her to buy something nicer to wear. Seeing her wear the same pair of jeans over and over again is nothing short of torturous.

Why oh why is the company so cruel?! They promised to let me have my adaptor in three weeks. If I'm not mistaken, it's been a month. I am getting so stressed out. I need my iTunes! I need my diary! I need my everything! My lappy is my most prized possesion after my family and a couple of close friends, as well as my library and wardrobe. If it ever crashes, I think I'll crash too. My whole life is in there, and right now, not being able to use it is driving me nuts. No offense to Apple/Mac, but I prefer Windows to Mac. Always. Therefore, it comes as no surprise that my brother's PowerBook is annoying the heck out of me.

On a completely random note, BritNerd should just shrivel up in a corner and leave me alone. Your holier than thou act is fooling anyone, and you're such a wannabe. Please spare yourself another tongue-lashing and crawl back under the rock that you came from. Oh, and take M and J with you, please. Maybe L as well. And definitely that stupid Pawn. Actually, just take the whole class with you, but leave N and W behind. Thanks!

My pillow is singing me a lullaby now, and you know what that means!


Coffee Black and Egg White

First of all, I'd like to say how sorry I am for skipping out on this blog for like way too long. But my workload in and out of school has been totally murderous, and I am still struggling to cope. Thankfully, I am easing into this routine of coming home, finishing my homework (it takes hours!), resting a little, then hitting the books again to study. It is my last year in high-school, and it'll be ending soon. I've got to get good results in my finals, so I can get into a good college. I know I don't seem like the kind of person to worry about stuff like that now, but I've changed.

Confession time. I used to be a total nerd. Back in junior high, that is. Then, I entered high school, and I became one of those girls who care less about studying. Don't get me wrong, I didn't turn into the queen bee, or become some vapid airhead. I just got tired of trying to cope with everything. I blew off homework once in a while, and studied last minute for exams. But this year, I'm slowly becoming the person I once was. And I don't mind it one bit.

So, the sales are here. I love shopping, as everyone knows. Bought this really awesome red dress that doubles as a light coat. And this white halterish dress with green polka dots. But what I really need are a pair of jeans. Ones that make my legs look longer and slimmer. And hide my butt. Lest you get the wrong idea, I am not one of those girls who obsess about their weight. I'm quiet comfortable with my size, but of course, like most girls, I do wish I was a size or two smaller. I know all my friends say I'm skinny, but I don't think anyone ever really thinks they're thin enough. Of course, I do know that I'm not overweight, and that keeps me happy.

I don't know how I neglected to mention how much I love 'Cruel Intentions'. It comes right after Road to Perdition. Seriously. That is how much I love it. I watched it again a few nights ago, and I am not ashamed to say I cried bucketloads again when Sebastian dies right at the end. Ryan Philippe (sp.) used to be so gorgeous. He reminds me of Hayden Christensen, who is equally hot. One thing I love about the movie is the soundtrack. Colourblind is one of the best songs I have ever heard. If there is one reason to listen to Counting Crows, it is this song, right here. The Cocteau Twins also do an amazing job with This Love. Merely hearing these songs made me break down. That's right, I'm still emo. Love it. Embrace it.

I have an acquaintance. Let's call her Numbers, for the number of times she's amazed me with her stupidity and the number of boyfriends that she's had. Both add up to a large amount. Individually, too. But I digress. So, Numbers has gotten a new boyfriend (Congrats No. 25? 26?). Gee, who cares? Oh, I know. Numbers! But how does she go about telling everyone that she's pulled again? By announcing it to everyone in plain sight. As if that wasn't enough, she goes about blogging about their relationship, forcing it down people's throats. And, they create a blog together. Numbers and 25/26. Wonderful. We've already got bets floating around school that the blog will be shut down a nano-second after they split. Bets on when that will happen are also being made. Oh please Numbers, stop trying to convince yourself that this is love. I know I sound like a bitter old lady, but I happen to know that you've told all your boyfriends that you love them. They tell you you'll be together forever. And a few days later, poof! Your relationship's disappeared faster than you can blink.

Look, I don't think it's love at this age. So you get a boyfriend. Big deal. I've never made the mistake of telling my boyfriend I love him forever, and we'll be together until the end. I always maintain that it's not true love. And come on. How many of our relationships last for more than a few months? Besides that, I don't think it's a good idea to announce that you have a boyfriend in every sentence that you say or type, end every conversation or blog entry with the words 'Love you forever my darling' or 'Always together', and get a new boyfriend almost every month. There is no need to advertise the fact that you have a boyfriend, and profess your love for him so explicitly. Numbers, you are only 16. Please do not destroy your chances of graduating with your self respect.

Moving on, I am mucho pleased with myself. I finished a huge essay on God knows what for English in 3 hours. 3! And that includes breaks and reading time. Haha. I limited the procrastinating on this one. Mrs. V, take that! You bloody cow, always criticising my work, then using them as examples for others. Make up your mind! You either like my essays, or you don't! By the way, I am loving Maths. We had a test the other day, and I am extremely psyched that I aced it. In fact, I found Linear Law and Vectors quite easy. Haha. Who am I kidding? Pretty soon, I'll be begging for help.

Okay, I've got more homework to do, so this'll have to end here. I'll fix it up later. BB, shopping! V, sorry. W, I love you, but stop being so bothersome. P, don't worry. M is an idiot. Thank god W doesn't like her anymore. N... Thanks.

P.S. I got two Moosewood cookbooks for dirt cheap. Wonder if they're any good. I'll just have to see. Looking forward to reading Memoirs of A Geisha. And Bee Season is beautiful! Lovelovelove Flora Cross, and Max Minghella is yummy. Right... Haha.

Much love!


And You're Spinning

a movie script ending

I've been driving everyone in my class crazy by singing all the songs that are currently stuck in my head. I'm so sorry guys. Wow. 2007 has started out with a bang. Imagine finding out that people you never thought would leave school actually have. Via expulsion, of course. I can't say I'm upset, but the reason they were thrown out was skippy. Kind of baseless too, but oh well. It's not like we have a say in it. The students, I mean.

I'm shocked, but not surprised that two of my least favourite people have gotten together. Congratulations to you both, you're officially the ickiest couple I know. And that doesn't just come from me. Almost everyone else I know says the same thing. The age difference is one thing. The manner in which they got together is another. If you know about it, I'm sure you're already nodding your head in agreement.

After the brief winter break, we came back to school to find, what else. Loads of homework to be done! Lovely. Chemistry has never been my strong suit, and I'm seriously considering dropping it right now. And there's a History exam tomorrow. Could life be any better? I think not. Thank god there're still things that help relieve the stress. Like baking.

Anyone who knows me well should be aware of the fact that I usually bake when I'm stressed. I'll bake anything. Cookies. Pies. Cakes. Souffles. Okay, maybe the last one doesn't always come out the way I want it to. But I'm getting there. I'm digressing. Baking is therapeutical for me. The other day, a sudden blow of essays brought out the baking mitts, and I was working on a recipe for bread rolls. Happily, they turned out great, as did my shortbread, madeleines and my first attempt at pancakes.

You know what, I've got about twenty more pages of homework to do, so this'll be continued in my next post. Bye!