Why does everyone copy that damn poem from my blog??

Okay, technically,
1) I don't have a right to complain 'cause that poem AIN'T MINE, but I did ask the author
2) They DID credit me

BUT

I feel like someone had whipped out a dagger and took an donated organ out of my body!

I just had to blog about that right?

Well, at least that shows there are people who read my meaningless rants regularly, even if it is a small consolation.

But still!! Sigh.

Well, my mood is somewhat between agony and happy today.

BAD THING NO.1: I woke up with aching biceps and my abdominal muscles hurt. I must have overexerted myself yesterday during P.E. when doing inclined pull-ups and sit-up.(did 15? inclined pull-ups and 31 sit-ups. Or was it 32 sit-ups? Shit, my memory is getting worse by day...I hate to imagine my situation when I'm 70+.) Gee, I sound like an old woman. Well, either I'm aging prematurely, or I had not done exercises for a long time and my muscles aren't used to it.

BAD THING NO.2: There's a science test. At the end of it, I discovered that I had completely forgotten oscillations were tested, and those cheem stuff I've been memorising for HOURS (like the definition of a meter, the answer is that it is the distance travelled by light in a vacuum at 1/299 792 458 of a second.)

Wow. I can't believe that I actually managed to remember the exact numbers.

BAD THING NO.3: The dyslexia-suffering yang meh made us do a stupid descriptive passage about a bloody garden after the rain in the succinct time of ten minutes.

Very generous with time, is she not?

GOOD THING : It rained.

What's so good about raining, you ask.

Well, it made the stubborn sadist teachers postpone the 2.4 km run. YEEES!

*imitates advertisement* CHEERS! To every little good thing in life.

W00t!

GOOD THING NO.2 :It's Xinyi's birthday!!!

Those who are Taonannites, and know who Xinyi is, wish her a happy birthday today!!!

SHIT. THE PRESENT.

Oh no! I forgot to purchase one.

Sorry Xinyi... I totally blanked out today. I'll give you the present when I see you the next time, okay?

Hmm...what should I give you...perhaps something pink?

Oh yeah...Now you like pink. Ew. Gross.

Well I guess I can use the chopsticks to pick it up and sanitarize my hands.

To those who don't already know, I'm an anti-pink person, so I try to keep away from that color as much as possible.

Unfortunately, some git with little to no brains drilled into the gril's clothes designer that all girls like pink.

And another idiot decided that blue was the 'boy' color.

They should design clothes that are cheap, somewhat sexy(not until the bikini standard), in nice shades of blue or black, attractive, somewhat mature, suitable for girls between the tomboy standard and sickening girly standard.

I think I should change my spectacles.

Nowadays, I've becoming alarmingly aware of the shocking resemblence (however little that may be) between me and Sharon.

I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE ANOTHER PERSON IF THE PERSON AIN'T A GORGEOUS MODEL, OR MY BEST FRIEND!

That's it. I want to wear frameless spectacles like Kyoya!

Maybe I should either

a) get darker skin
b) whiten my skin or
c) learn how to look more evil.

It would VERY much help if I could grow taller as well. My height as of the moment does not meet my sastifaction.

Urgh. I hate being short.

If I were tall, stunning, elegant and lean, with intellect equal to einstein and excellent at playing the flute or chinese dance...well, that'll be perfect.

Who doesn't want to be prettier or smarter?

My only real ability lies in sarcasm, being arrogant and a normal person.

Okay, let's strike off the 'being arrogant' part so as to make me feel better about myself.

LNF's girlfriend just asked me another of her more retarded questions. Actually, she's qite smart, but she does have her moments.

Oh well. I have to go now and get my sleep.