It's like, 9.38 AM here, and I just woke up. What makes it worse, is that I slept at like, 9.30 last night, and I'm STILL FEELING LIKE A FUCKING ZOMBIE!!! Must be the stupid dolls project... I seriously will not be able to look at another doll in like, EVER. Just for the people that don't know about Kiyoni Brown... she was this bitch of a doll I had to analyse for English and write 13 paragraphs on. The first thing that came to mind was: She dresses like a skanky 'ho. Because I hated her so fuckin' much, I put off the paragraphs until the night before it was due. I'm so good at managing my time, right? <-- that was sarcasm, by the way

Predictably, I got this gigantic panic attack and ran around like a chicken on fire -.-' Obviously when you panic your first instinct is to tell your parents right? So I called my mum (it was a last resort >.<) and practically blabbed at her for 10 minutes. Being my mum, her first response was to nag e.g "I've told you so many times not to leave work to the last minute!!! Blah blah blah blah BLAH." You get the message. I'm just like... "OMG... Look, I call you for help, not to get an earful" ANYWAY... after I hang up and start typing the report, it's like 9 and the teacher comes in going "Time for bed!" I'm like, go fuck a tree you asshole [in my head, of course]. Once she leaves I keep on working even though we aren't supposed to, then 30 minutes later she pops in so quietly I didn't even know she was there and says "Right, give me your laptop." At that instant, I swear my bloody heart stopped beating. I was like "No, I can't. I've got a report due tomorrow and if it's not done I am fucking screwed!!" So she dragged me down to one of the mistresses at the reception and made me explain myself. I tried the "You won't understand my dilemma 'coz you're so fucking dumb" attitude, which only pissed them off more, then I tried sarcasm (which worked in Singapore) that was particularly damaging. Still they wouldn't give. It took me like, 15 minutes of civilised persuasion to make them see the light. Just when I was about to hug them, they said that I only had 10 minutes. 10 MINUTES!!! Even someone with my unrivalled literary prowress can't write 13 paragraphs in 10 minutes!!! I stormed up to my room, in a right fit of anger, and began to type furiously like some kind of siao person. Thank god they didn't come up and check on me, so I typed and typed and typed until 4 AM... 4 fucking AM! And fell asleep, only to wake up two hours later and start typing again. And I finished it. I FINISHED IT!!! FINISHED IT!!! FINISHED IT!!! YAY!YAY!YAY!YAY! [struggles to calm down, reliving the excitement of yesterday] I won't fucking bother to write anymore about the dolls, so people who thought my raving was funny, go look up The Flavas on Google and laugh your little heads off...

Righty-ho. I have to stop obsessing about the stalker. He is one thing I really want to get rid of. All my faithful 6SYians, please.please.please.PLEASE help. I don't know if I should just tell him to get the heck outta my life, or if I should tolerate him until the end of the year. I REALLY DON'T KNOW... Oh yeah, mum and dad, please ignore it when I swear if you hate it so much, and don't lecture me about it when I finally see you guys face to face, k? I think I'm the only person who's mum tags my blog. Seriously, is it normal??? Oh yeah, sorry for those 12 -year-olds [happy belated birfday Fann!!!] if I'm getting sidetracked, but the tagboard is NOT for things concerning Meldon, you (Mum) or anyone else. It is to comment on my posts and for randomizing my life, not family. Not trying to be harsh or anything, but really, if you want to chat online, go on MSN. That's all I have to say.

Phew... got that off my chest. Now my earlier inspiration is gone. This post was short because I couldn't be bothered writing a proper one. It only exists because Di reminded me that I haven't posted in 5 days. Signing off!

Toodle-pip


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