If you know me, you should know that I dye my hair alot. And when I say alot, I mean ALOT. My hair is fluoro red (with the occasional customisation, like orange undersides and black streaks. And my latest idea, black underside.) which apparently means that I want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore. Just to clarify, NO I DID NOT DYE MY FREAKIN' HAIR FREAKIN RED BECAUSE I LIKE PARAMORE. I just like red!!!! Everyone I know (literally, EVERYONE) has said I look like her at least once. Which is'nt all that true. We look pretty diferent. I JUST HAVE THE SAME COLOUR HAIR. And anyway, she has orange hair now, so therefore, no one can call me Hayley. Or Paramore. Or short white ranga. Well, I suppose you can call me short white ranga, but there is one name which fits best and that's MY ACTUAL NAME.
Yours (or not really, since you did not purchase me),
Kim.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Greetings and all that...
Now now, my little readers, before I launch into my teenage angst fuelled assault on various subjects, I must apologize. For I have become one of those annoying people we call the hypocrite. I go on and on and on about how no one updates their blogs etc. when I myself had a brief non-updater episode over September break. And for that, I sincerely apologize. Now, shall we begin? Yes?
I'M BACK BABY!! With a vengence!! A damn sexy vengence!!! Yes!! A VENGENCE!! Because I spent half of my holidays wrangling children of various ages!! AND ITS TOUGHENED ME THE F**K UP!! So... look out I suppose. Any who, what am I going to ramble about this fine (coughNOTcough) afternoon? The (too) Bold and the (mechanacally engineered) Beautiful.
Have you ever sat through an episode of that show? Now, I had a theory: that all daytime television shows had gayass storylines and terrible acting. And oh, how I was correct. For the purposes of my theory, I actually sat through an entire episode of B&B (writhing in pain for the full half hour, please note) to proove this. If this doesn't constitute bad acting and terrible screenwriting, I don't know what will: In the first three minutes, Ridge (come on, we all know him. Don't deny it!) was amidst several scandals (none of which I remember. You see, I watched this episode some time ago and since then, I cannot stand to even glimspe at their overly botoxed faces.). After another twenty-something minutes of "Oh Ridge!!! How could you?!!!" (oh maybe because you're a SLUT.), the ending was, if I can get this right, a young man with a very prominent jaw, a middle aged stick woman, a middle aged man with A-Cup moobs and his mother. After about thirty seconds more or less of mindless yabbering at each other, suddenly (not an exaggeration. Literally, I think it was in the middle of a line) the jaw guy and the mother launch into a full on pashfest, 60's Romeo and Juliet style.
"Oh mother, how could you?" yells Moob Man.
"We're in love!" says the mother
Jaw man has a menacing look on his face. Yes, you read correctly. MENACING.
"Fine then! Just to spite you." And so Moob man grabs stick woman and they have some R+J style fun of their own.
That's pretty much the entire episode, or all that I managed to catch with the minimal amount brain cells I had after I watched an entire episode of that SHIT!! Seriously!! I don't know how the hell it stays on air!! WHO IS WATCHING IT?!! Who ever is needs to be killed! THREE TIMES OVER. OR POSSIBLY MORE IF I HAVE ENOUGH BULLETS OR ENOUGH ENERGY IN MY MACHETE-ING ARM.
Anywho, little fans (pfft. I wish), thats enough passive-aggressive nonsense for one day
Peace out!! I can't believe I just said that..
Kim.
I'M BACK BABY!! With a vengence!! A damn sexy vengence!!! Yes!! A VENGENCE!! Because I spent half of my holidays wrangling children of various ages!! AND ITS TOUGHENED ME THE F**K UP!! So... look out I suppose. Any who, what am I going to ramble about this fine (coughNOTcough) afternoon? The (too) Bold and the (mechanacally engineered) Beautiful.
Have you ever sat through an episode of that show? Now, I had a theory: that all daytime television shows had gayass storylines and terrible acting. And oh, how I was correct. For the purposes of my theory, I actually sat through an entire episode of B&B (writhing in pain for the full half hour, please note) to proove this. If this doesn't constitute bad acting and terrible screenwriting, I don't know what will: In the first three minutes, Ridge (come on, we all know him. Don't deny it!) was amidst several scandals (none of which I remember. You see, I watched this episode some time ago and since then, I cannot stand to even glimspe at their overly botoxed faces.). After another twenty-something minutes of "Oh Ridge!!! How could you?!!!" (oh maybe because you're a SLUT.), the ending was, if I can get this right, a young man with a very prominent jaw, a middle aged stick woman, a middle aged man with A-Cup moobs and his mother. After about thirty seconds more or less of mindless yabbering at each other, suddenly (not an exaggeration. Literally, I think it was in the middle of a line) the jaw guy and the mother launch into a full on pashfest, 60's Romeo and Juliet style.
"Oh mother, how could you?" yells Moob Man.
"We're in love!" says the mother
Jaw man has a menacing look on his face. Yes, you read correctly. MENACING.
"Fine then! Just to spite you." And so Moob man grabs stick woman and they have some R+J style fun of their own.
That's pretty much the entire episode, or all that I managed to catch with the minimal amount brain cells I had after I watched an entire episode of that SHIT!! Seriously!! I don't know how the hell it stays on air!! WHO IS WATCHING IT?!! Who ever is needs to be killed! THREE TIMES OVER. OR POSSIBLY MORE IF I HAVE ENOUGH BULLETS OR ENOUGH ENERGY IN MY MACHETE-ING ARM.
Anywho, little fans (pfft. I wish), thats enough passive-aggressive nonsense for one day
Peace out!! I can't believe I just said that..
Kim.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Since my life is supremely agonising at the moment and I have nothing else to do...
1) Name: Kim Davenport
2) Birthday: 20.03.94
3) Who forwarded this: It wasn't forwarded to me, I justsaw it on Natalies blog and decided to do it.
4) What do you wish to get on your birthday: I'm really craving a camcorder
5) Most tension matters nowadays: school, boys
6) Things that you wanna do: alot of things...
7) Any people you like: Of course!!! I like alot of people and I love alot of people
8) Out with who u feel the happiness and joy: friends!!!!
9) What would you do when your friends quarrel: Talk to them seperately... but my friends hardly ever fight :)
10) Where do you wanna go with others:er, places?
11) What do you wanna do for Christmas: Spend some time with my friends. I see my family members WAY to often.
12) Who do you wanna celebrate Christmas with: FRIENDS!!!
13) What did you do recently: Download some awesome tunes
14) How many siblings do you have: 1
15) Favorite english/chinese song: Oh geez, I love too too many bands and songs and singers... there are too many!!
16) Favorite colour: Orange. A few people will know that theres hidden meaning to that ;)
17) Do you flush the toilet after you use it: Of course I do!!! I hate it when people don't!!!!
18) Like male or female: well sexually, men of course. But in terms of friends, both.
19) What do you wanna say loudly: LAST WEEK OF TERM NEXT WEEK!!!!!
20) Dare to go to the toilet during midnight: Yes. all the time, my hall isnt so creepy. In fact, I don't find many halls creepy in general.
21) Who do you hate now: Hate? No one right now, i dislike a few people but would'nt go as far as hate.
22) What do you wish to do now: Oh, can't say.
23) Do you look good when you're sleeping: Can I see myself with my eyes closed? Yeah, think about how stupid the question is, THEN ask me again.
24) The time now: Exactly 4:44 pm
25) Don't you hate it when people forward this to you: Not really. I kinda like these things.
26) Body weight: Pretty average.
27) Today's weather: Sunny, but kinda chilly right now.
28) What do you want to do after a busy day at work: Sleep as soon as I come in contact with a mattress, any mattress.
29) What happens after insomnia: I don't sleep. Really, I can't lately. Lots of stuff on my mind.
30) Do you wet your bed at night: No. I'm fifteen :S
31) Do you drool at night: When I have a cold and have to sleep with my mouth open, yes!
32) Have you eaten supper before: Yeah, not in a long time though
33) Happy things happened recently: Not much.
34) Is freedom important to you: Damn straight it is!!
35) Who do you think is the most sexiest person among your friends: We're all pretty damn sxy if you ask me (which you are) ;)
36) Do you think you're stupid or smart: Smart, with my smarticles that I caught from Natalie
37) Do you like your dad or mum: Mum.
38) Who do you wanna see the most right now: I'd say, but that would give me away. Severely give me away.
39) Do you like to watch drama: Yes baby, I live for it ;)
40) Are you brave enough to tell someone you hate them: If I hated them enough, yes.
41)When do you intend to get married: When I find the right person, which wil take a while.
42)Do you like your life: Not at the moment, but I suppose it's okay.
43)Do you believe Tarot reading:No. Its cardboard. Cardboard cannot tell me whats going to happen. I personally believe you're in charge of what happens to you.
44)Something you do before you go to bed: Listen to my iPod.
45)Your idol: I don't have one, but I do admire alot of people
46)Favorite season: WINTER!!! I love the cold :)
47)Places that you wanna go: Canada is my ALL TIME favourite country ^^)
48)What kind of character do you hate the most: People who put other people down so they feel good.
49)Do you smoke: Yucky yuck yuck. Would YOU go up and lick the pavement? It's pretty much the same.
50)Do you drink: alcohol? nopes.
51)Do you cry often: All the time lately
52)Do you smile often: Yes, dispite the crying :)
53)What time do you wanna sleep: Once it hits eleven, I start to get tired and want to sleep, but can't. I never sleep.
54)Who would you rather choose between your friends or lover: both please ^^)
55)Would you rather choose chance or fate: Not sure
56)Are you very narcissistic: I don't think I am.
57)Do you have any piercing: Two in both my ears
58)Are there many questions: Hell yes.
59)Do you like to eat ice: When it's hot.
60)Are you happy now: a little depressed right now.
61)Who do you care for the most: Again, give me away. But I love my friends **hug**
62)What is the most important thing in your room: My iPod. It's like my inanimate best friend
63)If you had no friends, what would you do: Just fall over and die right there and then.
64)If an angel gave you a desire to achieve, what would you want: Sooooooo much.
65)Do you think this problem is a waste: Absolutely not.
67)Favorite fruit: I'm a big fan of the old fashoined apple
68)What question are you afraid of: I'm not afraid of questions, I'm afraid of giant crustations
69)Do you like the snow: Yes!!! But I haven't seen it in real life :(
70)What do you want to be on your next life: I don't believe in the next life, but for quiz purposes, a cat. They have such an easy life.
71)Do you hope you get tagged again: Like i said, i didn't get tagged. I was being a sad person just wanting to do this tag.
72)Do you like waiting for people if you are free: Yeah, I don't mind, I do it alot.
2) Birthday: 20.03.94
3) Who forwarded this: It wasn't forwarded to me, I justsaw it on Natalies blog and decided to do it.
4) What do you wish to get on your birthday: I'm really craving a camcorder
5) Most tension matters nowadays: school, boys
6) Things that you wanna do: alot of things...
7) Any people you like: Of course!!! I like alot of people and I love alot of people
8) Out with who u feel the happiness and joy: friends!!!!
9) What would you do when your friends quarrel: Talk to them seperately... but my friends hardly ever fight :)
10) Where do you wanna go with others:er, places?
11) What do you wanna do for Christmas: Spend some time with my friends. I see my family members WAY to often.
12) Who do you wanna celebrate Christmas with: FRIENDS!!!
13) What did you do recently: Download some awesome tunes
14) How many siblings do you have: 1
15) Favorite english/chinese song: Oh geez, I love too too many bands and songs and singers... there are too many!!
16) Favorite colour: Orange. A few people will know that theres hidden meaning to that ;)
17) Do you flush the toilet after you use it: Of course I do!!! I hate it when people don't!!!!
18) Like male or female: well sexually, men of course. But in terms of friends, both.
19) What do you wanna say loudly: LAST WEEK OF TERM NEXT WEEK!!!!!
20) Dare to go to the toilet during midnight: Yes. all the time, my hall isnt so creepy. In fact, I don't find many halls creepy in general.
21) Who do you hate now: Hate? No one right now, i dislike a few people but would'nt go as far as hate.
22) What do you wish to do now: Oh, can't say.
23) Do you look good when you're sleeping: Can I see myself with my eyes closed? Yeah, think about how stupid the question is, THEN ask me again.
24) The time now: Exactly 4:44 pm
25) Don't you hate it when people forward this to you: Not really. I kinda like these things.
26) Body weight: Pretty average.
27) Today's weather: Sunny, but kinda chilly right now.
28) What do you want to do after a busy day at work: Sleep as soon as I come in contact with a mattress, any mattress.
29) What happens after insomnia: I don't sleep. Really, I can't lately. Lots of stuff on my mind.
30) Do you wet your bed at night: No. I'm fifteen :S
31) Do you drool at night: When I have a cold and have to sleep with my mouth open, yes!
32) Have you eaten supper before: Yeah, not in a long time though
33) Happy things happened recently: Not much.
34) Is freedom important to you: Damn straight it is!!
35) Who do you think is the most sexiest person among your friends: We're all pretty damn sxy if you ask me (which you are) ;)
36) Do you think you're stupid or smart: Smart, with my smarticles that I caught from Natalie
37) Do you like your dad or mum: Mum.
38) Who do you wanna see the most right now: I'd say, but that would give me away. Severely give me away.
39) Do you like to watch drama: Yes baby, I live for it ;)
40) Are you brave enough to tell someone you hate them: If I hated them enough, yes.
41)When do you intend to get married: When I find the right person, which wil take a while.
42)Do you like your life: Not at the moment, but I suppose it's okay.
43)Do you believe Tarot reading:No. Its cardboard. Cardboard cannot tell me whats going to happen. I personally believe you're in charge of what happens to you.
44)Something you do before you go to bed: Listen to my iPod.
45)Your idol: I don't have one, but I do admire alot of people
46)Favorite season: WINTER!!! I love the cold :)
47)Places that you wanna go: Canada is my ALL TIME favourite country ^^)
48)What kind of character do you hate the most: People who put other people down so they feel good.
49)Do you smoke: Yucky yuck yuck. Would YOU go up and lick the pavement? It's pretty much the same.
50)Do you drink: alcohol? nopes.
51)Do you cry often: All the time lately
52)Do you smile often: Yes, dispite the crying :)
53)What time do you wanna sleep: Once it hits eleven, I start to get tired and want to sleep, but can't. I never sleep.
54)Who would you rather choose between your friends or lover: both please ^^)
55)Would you rather choose chance or fate: Not sure
56)Are you very narcissistic: I don't think I am.
57)Do you have any piercing: Two in both my ears
58)Are there many questions: Hell yes.
59)Do you like to eat ice: When it's hot.
60)Are you happy now: a little depressed right now.
61)Who do you care for the most: Again, give me away. But I love my friends **hug**
62)What is the most important thing in your room: My iPod. It's like my inanimate best friend
63)If you had no friends, what would you do: Just fall over and die right there and then.
64)If an angel gave you a desire to achieve, what would you want: Sooooooo much.
65)Do you think this problem is a waste: Absolutely not.
67)Favorite fruit: I'm a big fan of the old fashoined apple
68)What question are you afraid of: I'm not afraid of questions, I'm afraid of giant crustations
69)Do you like the snow: Yes!!! But I haven't seen it in real life :(
70)What do you want to be on your next life: I don't believe in the next life, but for quiz purposes, a cat. They have such an easy life.
71)Do you hope you get tagged again: Like i said, i didn't get tagged. I was being a sad person just wanting to do this tag.
72)Do you like waiting for people if you are free: Yeah, I don't mind, I do it alot.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
More popping-joint fun than I could handle.
Have any of you, oh faithful readers, tryed to compete in a sport? Well, my friends, if you have not and are intending to, here's one option you can cross off your list. Figure skating was my sport of choice quite the few years back and, believe you me, it was like hell frozen over. Figure skating tells you 'no'. All day long. It mocks you over and over, telling you you're an idiot. That you're crazy. If you like sliding around on an ice-cold-enough-to-burn-your-face-off surface doing next to physically impossible tricks, figure skating's for you. If you like peeling peices of skin the size of fifty cent coins off your feet, breaking in new boots is for you. Because the only thing more fun than bunyons and sore ankles is jupiter sized blisters. It's super sexy. And competitions? I mean, come on! Who doesn't like parading around in an overly sequined dress four sizes too small and getting atomic wedgies only to get your ego completely annihilated by a group of people who couldn't skate half as well as you can if their life depended on it and yet they still continue to think they're better than us. And if you like falling, figure skating is THE sport for you. You get to fall on your face, your ass, your back, your knees AND your pride! Good thing I didn't like falling... I LOVED IT!!!! The only reason we even considered doing these moronically hard tricks is because somebody somewhere said, "I don't care if this is nuts and I don't care if it hurts. I'm doing it." And ever since that day, human kind from all over the world think that its completely normal to be able to jump two metres in the air, spin three times, land it without popping a joint and not be dizzy afterwards. Oh, and if you think normal people are harsh, just you wait until you get into the competitive world. Man, are there any nice figure skaters on this planet or are they all just bitches? The latter, from my experience. What stopped me? No, I didn't realise how MAJORLY deluded all these icenuts were, I had an unfortunate mishap when trying to land one of these crazy tricks and I ended up not popping a joint, but smashing one. I didn't exactly smash my knee, per say, just did someting to it which now renders me unable to run, jump or skip faster or higher than a one-legged, extremely unathletic pirate. It makes me so mad!!! DAMN YOU, YOU CRAZY TWIGS!!! DAMN YOU FOR RUINING MY KNEE!!! WHAT IF I WANTED TO RUN FASTER THAN A PIRATE, HMM?!!! BEING PIRATE-LIKE IS NOT AS FUN AS IT SOUNDS!!!!!
Yours rantily,
Kim.
P.S. Not literally, but: does anyone want to join me in killing my accounting teacher? The massacre of one? Any takers?
Yours rantily,
Kim.
P.S. Not literally, but: does anyone want to join me in killing my accounting teacher? The massacre of one? Any takers?
Friday, August 21, 2009
I'M BACK BABY... more or less.
I think my inadvertant obsession with the 90's is starting to get out of hand. Just minutes ago, I finished watching the entire first season of Dawson's Creek. And, yes, I did that in one sitting. Two of my favourite bands right now are The Smashing Pumpkins and Garbage. Garbage, really? Am I really THAT sad? Answer: yes. Yes I am. But, there is one thing about the 90's that I have a passionate hatred for: THE FASHION (lurches). I mean seriously. I sit down and really do enjoy the drama and events of shows like Dawson's Creek and My So-Called Life, but the clothes they wear really put me off. Except the Dr Martens. Those boots are truely classic and just plain awesome. Still, the most annoying peice of clothing that they wear are these plaid print shorts with stockings underneath. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of the whole stockings under shorts look, but these shorts.... THEY LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE SHORTS I WEAR TO BED AND WOULD NOT BE CAUGHT DEAD WEARING IN PUBLIC. It's truely disturbing seeing Claire Danes wearing the exact same shorts that I'm wearing with my giant Aladdin t-shirt while eating ice cream on an always depressing Sunday afternoon. But anyways, time clear up my post absenteeism...
For the past week, I have had the flu and so you should think I would have oodles of time to update my blog etc etc, but no, I did none of that. I sat at home and created a weird routine which composed of (in particular order): wake up, facebook, daytime t.v., facebook, Dawson's Creek, facebook, icecream, facebook, Dawson's Creek, Dawson's Creek, Dawson's Creek, facebook, sleep. And that's pretty much what I did for the past week besides a bit of the Sims here and there. Now, I know because I haven't entertained you in weeks, my oh valiant readers, you would expect me to come back with bang. Sorry, but, as previously stated, school is ruining my life with homework, which I now have piles and piles that I must attend to. So, fair readers of the Kim In Real Life realm, I bit you adeiu. I will now proceed to do my homewreckingwork and sing "Tiny dancer" by Elton John.
"Hold me closer tiny dancer..."
Kim.
For the past week, I have had the flu and so you should think I would have oodles of time to update my blog etc etc, but no, I did none of that. I sat at home and created a weird routine which composed of (in particular order): wake up, facebook, daytime t.v., facebook, Dawson's Creek, facebook, icecream, facebook, Dawson's Creek, Dawson's Creek, Dawson's Creek, facebook, sleep. And that's pretty much what I did for the past week besides a bit of the Sims here and there. Now, I know because I haven't entertained you in weeks, my oh valiant readers, you would expect me to come back with bang. Sorry, but, as previously stated, school is ruining my life with homework, which I now have piles and piles that I must attend to. So, fair readers of the Kim In Real Life realm, I bit you adeiu. I will now proceed to do my homewreckingwork and sing "Tiny dancer" by Elton John.
"Hold me closer tiny dancer..."
Kim.
Friday, August 14, 2009
WARNING: Overuse of exclaimation points.
Today was a MAJOR ego boost, surprisingly enough. Yes, you heard me correctly, I HAD A NEXT TO OKAY DAY!
Well, this morning wasn't so hot, I forgot to bring nearly ALL my books except my gay "special paper" for accounting. Erk, anytime I think of accounting, all I can think of is the freakin' ruler dance (PLEASE don't make me go into that...). "Special paper" is RIDICULOUSLY overpriced!! Five bucks for paper!!! It's obscene!! OBSCENE, I TELL YOU!! Okay, I'll get back onto the good stuff before I go into pessimist-mode.
So, in English, my teacher started the class with one of her many "motivational" past-experience speeches and then proceeded to complain about how she didn't have enough time to get to all of us to help us. As a result of this, she decided to elect about four "peer tutors" and I was one of them. This may not seem so great, but I thought that the teacher didn't like me or my writing, but obviously, I WAS WRONG!! So, finally I AM ACKNOWLEDGED!! But thats they only positive thing about this situation... I helped a few people whose work was really quite good, but then for the last 20 minutes, I was helping this girl who was so so so so hopeless. I'm sorry, but thats the only way to describe the experience. Ah, it was MIND-NUMBING. Oh yes, and Fletcher, YOU TRY TEACHING AN ILLITERATE HOW TO SPELL AND THEN YOU CAN MAKE STUPIDASS COMMENTS ABOUT MY TEACHING TECNIQUES!! Anywho, back onto the positive(ish)...
It was really strange today, I personally thought I looked weird with my hair pushed back, but quite a few people thought otherwise. Natalie complimented on my hair, Casey told me that I was "looking cute" and some random person sitting by the bus stop I pass on the way home just randomly yelled after me, "You're really pretty." Did I look any different today than I do usually?! I didn't think so by the slightest, so what the freakin' heck was everyone else seeing?!! I guess I'll never know...
Off the subject of todays happenings, yesterday (oo, yeah, REAL huge jump.) in Art, we were trying to compile our pictures for our lino printing. Natalie was looking a Salavador Dali book and was thinking about taking one of his pictures and sticking different American polititians heads on different bits of it and this included Barack Obama. I had a look when she showed me and read the first line of the description; "This was one of Dali's last works on the subject of masturabation." and I chuckled. Natalie read the sentence aloud and her reaction was: "Whats masturbation?" To quote Christina here, it was "like telling a child where babies come from." When we told her, she burst out laughing for a good ten minutes. We all strated cracking up when it dawned on us that she was going to feature Obama in the picture. I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions about what happened next. 'Nuff said...
Delirioulsy yours,
Kim.
P.S. I still hate boys.
Well, this morning wasn't so hot, I forgot to bring nearly ALL my books except my gay "special paper" for accounting. Erk, anytime I think of accounting, all I can think of is the freakin' ruler dance (PLEASE don't make me go into that...). "Special paper" is RIDICULOUSLY overpriced!! Five bucks for paper!!! It's obscene!! OBSCENE, I TELL YOU!! Okay, I'll get back onto the good stuff before I go into pessimist-mode.
So, in English, my teacher started the class with one of her many "motivational" past-experience speeches and then proceeded to complain about how she didn't have enough time to get to all of us to help us. As a result of this, she decided to elect about four "peer tutors" and I was one of them. This may not seem so great, but I thought that the teacher didn't like me or my writing, but obviously, I WAS WRONG!! So, finally I AM ACKNOWLEDGED!! But thats they only positive thing about this situation... I helped a few people whose work was really quite good, but then for the last 20 minutes, I was helping this girl who was so so so so hopeless. I'm sorry, but thats the only way to describe the experience. Ah, it was MIND-NUMBING. Oh yes, and Fletcher, YOU TRY TEACHING AN ILLITERATE HOW TO SPELL AND THEN YOU CAN MAKE STUPIDASS COMMENTS ABOUT MY TEACHING TECNIQUES!! Anywho, back onto the positive(ish)...
It was really strange today, I personally thought I looked weird with my hair pushed back, but quite a few people thought otherwise. Natalie complimented on my hair, Casey told me that I was "looking cute" and some random person sitting by the bus stop I pass on the way home just randomly yelled after me, "You're really pretty." Did I look any different today than I do usually?! I didn't think so by the slightest, so what the freakin' heck was everyone else seeing?!! I guess I'll never know...
Off the subject of todays happenings, yesterday (oo, yeah, REAL huge jump.) in Art, we were trying to compile our pictures for our lino printing. Natalie was looking a Salavador Dali book and was thinking about taking one of his pictures and sticking different American polititians heads on different bits of it and this included Barack Obama. I had a look when she showed me and read the first line of the description; "This was one of Dali's last works on the subject of masturabation." and I chuckled. Natalie read the sentence aloud and her reaction was: "Whats masturbation?" To quote Christina here, it was "like telling a child where babies come from." When we told her, she burst out laughing for a good ten minutes. We all strated cracking up when it dawned on us that she was going to feature Obama in the picture. I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions about what happened next. 'Nuff said...
Delirioulsy yours,
Kim.
P.S. I still hate boys.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Yet another one of my many misadventures.
MR. FREAKIN' BRKICH IS AT IT AGAIN. THE PURE HATRED I HAVE FOR THAT MAN IS IMMEASURABLE. His pettiness involves shoes this time.
On Friday, VHS decided that they were going to hold a free dress day for charity and, in my humble but always ignored opinion, my outfit was up to their ridiculous dress code standards. You can probably see where this is going: Mr. Brkich and I had a clash of opinions, yet again. You decide whether or not this is okay: T-shirt, jeans and FLAT, LEATHER, CLOSED SHOES. Now, the idiot in question decided that these shoes (which are completely fine in terms of the FREAKIN' NOTE they sent out, wasting many, many precious trees) were "too open"........ THEY WERE HALF WAY UP MY FREAKIN' FOOT. So, I had to trapse off to the office to see Ms. Brazaeu (sorry, I have no idea how to spell her name. So many teachers have ridiculous names at my school...) who wasn't going to give me detention because she had let off "worse shoes than mine", until Le Brick decided to open his big mouth. Okay, I'm going to attempt a Natalie-esque reinactment:
On Friday, VHS decided that they were going to hold a free dress day for charity and, in my humble but always ignored opinion, my outfit was up to their ridiculous dress code standards. You can probably see where this is going: Mr. Brkich and I had a clash of opinions, yet again. You decide whether or not this is okay: T-shirt, jeans and FLAT, LEATHER, CLOSED SHOES. Now, the idiot in question decided that these shoes (which are completely fine in terms of the FREAKIN' NOTE they sent out, wasting many, many precious trees) were "too open"........ THEY WERE HALF WAY UP MY FREAKIN' FOOT. So, I had to trapse off to the office to see Ms. Brazaeu (sorry, I have no idea how to spell her name. So many teachers have ridiculous names at my school...) who wasn't going to give me detention because she had let off "worse shoes than mine", until Le Brick decided to open his big mouth. Okay, I'm going to attempt a Natalie-esque reinactment:
(Me) (Brazaeu) (Blockhead)
I'm going to let her off because I've let worse shoes off today.
**Like an impatient child (which he is, in my humble opinion)** But, but they were told that they were only to wear sport shoes!!
**Sighs underbreath**
**Sighs loudly**
Okay, I'll give her a lunchtime.
Good. **shuffles out of the room**
**Annoyed sigh**
**Annoyed sigh**
(pause)
Is Monday okay?
**annoyed** Yes...
So, how was that, Natalie? Haha!! But, seeing as school is currently ruining my social life with homework, I am going to go to my gaypile of homework thats the size of China and drick a grape soda.
With many annoyed sighs,
Kim.
P.S. Do I really have to reitterate on my annoyance with male kind?
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
My life... erk.
7What is the root of all evil? Lots of people would say money and lots would say the devil, but do you know what I think it is? ETCHING. Who was the moron who thought, "Hey, I'm gonna take that peice of plastic, gouge away at it until my hand is throbbing like someone just pounded it repeatedly with a hammer and then use everyones FAVOURITE form of drawing CROSSHATCHING and colour it in with a result of next to nothing!!" ? I swear, I am going to stab them with an etching tool so they can have a taste of their own medicine. I just looked up (from our good old trusty source Wikipedia) who created etching and, to my dismay, it turns out it wasn't just one person, it was serveral. A whole band of goldsmiths. So my killing spree will have to be put on hold until further notice. In other etching-releated news, I have actually finished mine unless Mrs. Breeden, who I like, please note, doesn't point something out that she dislikes by the slightest. I swear, she enjoys knocking back peoples ideas. She knocked back about eight of poor Natalies ideas and she actually made one of them. I don't know whats going on inside her head...
Anywho, in other unrelated news (again), I went to go see "My Sisters Keeper" with a few of my homies (Nat, Arabnoo, Sabrina and Christina) and WE ALL CRYED. Really, me. CRYING. It's a scary thought, I know, so don;t try and imagine it or you may just be scarred for life.
I seriously don't have anything to talk about, my life has been THAT boring lately.
Until next time!
Kim.
P.S. I still hate boys. Why can't they just all go die in a hole?
Anywho, in other unrelated news (again), I went to go see "My Sisters Keeper" with a few of my homies (Nat, Arabnoo, Sabrina and Christina) and WE ALL CRYED. Really, me. CRYING. It's a scary thought, I know, so don;t try and imagine it or you may just be scarred for life.
I seriously don't have anything to talk about, my life has been THAT boring lately.
Until next time!
Kim.
P.S. I still hate boys. Why can't they just all go die in a hole?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I'm going to post Lady Gaga some pants this afternoon.
Nothing to do!! Nothing to do!!! Nothing to do!!!!!!
Today, as you should know, is the VHS athletics carnival and I was under the impression that I was going. WRONG. My mother asked me last night, "Are you doing any events?" and naturally, I said, "No. I run like a one legged pirate." so she said, "Then there's no reason for you to go." so I went off in a huff mumbling about my awesome blue sombrero that I would never get to wear. My sister took it instead and contaminated it with her hair that hasn't been washed for weeks (Yes, that was literal, sadly.) So, all I have been doing all day long is sitting on the computer, googling myself etc. and being cold. COLD. ON THE GOLD COAST. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. Now, if that doesn't proove that I'm a freak of nature, I don't know what will.
Speaking of idiocy, what is up with music these days?!! I stand by the fact that most of the stuff in the charts is all about ass, booty, parties and "ma grillz". And half of the singers (I WILL NOT call them artists) don't even wear pants. I mean, its enough hearing about your butt, we don't need a demonstration.
Yours with pants,
Kim.
Today, as you should know, is the VHS athletics carnival and I was under the impression that I was going. WRONG. My mother asked me last night, "Are you doing any events?" and naturally, I said, "No. I run like a one legged pirate." so she said, "Then there's no reason for you to go." so I went off in a huff mumbling about my awesome blue sombrero that I would never get to wear. My sister took it instead and contaminated it with her hair that hasn't been washed for weeks (Yes, that was literal, sadly.) So, all I have been doing all day long is sitting on the computer, googling myself etc. and being cold. COLD. ON THE GOLD COAST. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. Now, if that doesn't proove that I'm a freak of nature, I don't know what will.
Speaking of idiocy, what is up with music these days?!! I stand by the fact that most of the stuff in the charts is all about ass, booty, parties and "ma grillz". And half of the singers (I WILL NOT call them artists) don't even wear pants. I mean, its enough hearing about your butt, we don't need a demonstration.
Yours with pants,
Kim.
Monday, July 27, 2009
A quick shout out to my FOLLOWERS.
OKAY, WHY ISN'T ANYONE UPDATING?!!!! BRI?!! WHAT HAPPENED TO UPDATING EVERYDAY?!!!! AND AWURA-ABENA?!!!! WHERE IS THE ODE TO TOASTIE?!!!! AND NATALIE!!!!!!! YOU USED TO UPDATE ALL THE TIME!!!!! AND ANONYMOUS FOLLOWER!!!!!!!! WHO THE FREAKIN' HELL ARE YOU??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time any of you are about to blow off updating, THINK OF MY ENTERTAINMENT.
With no greetings,
Kim.
Next time any of you are about to blow off updating, THINK OF MY ENTERTAINMENT.
With no greetings,
Kim.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The boredom is starting to get to me.
Have you ever been so desperately bored that you just sit in one place for hours just waiting for something to happen? Well, welcome to the club. This happens to me EVERY weekend. Every Saturday, between the hours of ten am and two pm, I sit in my room listening to my iPod for hours on end until I finally decide to do something and my choice of activity is watching Saturday afternoon television which, if you live on the GC, sucks absolute ass.
So, as I am on the verge of watching the asscake television programming for this fine afternoon, I decided to do something of mild productivity and update my blog which, so far this month, has only had superdupergaygay subjects posted on it by yours truly. Now, what to talk about...
FACEBOOK. Oh my, how I love facebook! No sarcasm! I genuinly love it. And do you know why? Not because I like sending moronic messages like "Ohmigod!! Lol!!!" to people I see nearly everyday, but because it actually does what it promises and lets me keep in touch with my friends with I have long not talken to or friends who have moved away (see Bri! I told you I'd mention you in one of my posts!). Recently, I got in touch with my best friend from YEAR THREE. Yes, you heard me correctly. Year three!! And would this have happened without the magic of Facebook? I think not! Now, I have never been addicted to any substances in my life (except jujyfruit), but this must be saying something: I was on there from four pm to ten pm yesterday. I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't stop doing quizzes!! I think I'm addicted...
In other news which is completely unreleated to what I was just talking about, this Tuesday is the annual VHS Athletics Carnival. Since I cannot run faster than a one-legged pirate or throw a javelin without hitting an official, I am not competing at all. AT ALL. Case closed. But I will be supporting my house, sure. Even though Mr. Brkichs Burleigh pride is one of THE most annoying things I have and probably ever will come across in my lifetime.
So I will leave you, oh loyal readers WHO NEVER UPDATE THEIR BLOGS (you know who you are), so that I may do my gaypie stack of homework and drink a grape soda.
GO BURLEIGH!
Kim.
So, as I am on the verge of watching the asscake television programming for this fine afternoon, I decided to do something of mild productivity and update my blog which, so far this month, has only had superdupergaygay subjects posted on it by yours truly. Now, what to talk about...
FACEBOOK. Oh my, how I love facebook! No sarcasm! I genuinly love it. And do you know why? Not because I like sending moronic messages like "Ohmigod!! Lol!!!" to people I see nearly everyday, but because it actually does what it promises and lets me keep in touch with my friends with I have long not talken to or friends who have moved away (see Bri! I told you I'd mention you in one of my posts!). Recently, I got in touch with my best friend from YEAR THREE. Yes, you heard me correctly. Year three!! And would this have happened without the magic of Facebook? I think not! Now, I have never been addicted to any substances in my life (except jujyfruit), but this must be saying something: I was on there from four pm to ten pm yesterday. I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't stop doing quizzes!! I think I'm addicted...
In other news which is completely unreleated to what I was just talking about, this Tuesday is the annual VHS Athletics Carnival. Since I cannot run faster than a one-legged pirate or throw a javelin without hitting an official, I am not competing at all. AT ALL. Case closed. But I will be supporting my house, sure. Even though Mr. Brkichs Burleigh pride is one of THE most annoying things I have and probably ever will come across in my lifetime.
So I will leave you, oh loyal readers WHO NEVER UPDATE THEIR BLOGS (you know who you are), so that I may do my gaypie stack of homework and drink a grape soda.
GO BURLEIGH!
Kim.
Friday, July 24, 2009
WHAT?!
Okay guys, this is going to be a pretty short post, but I must thrust my frustration upon you all. If you go to my followers box, you will see that I have 3 followers at the present time. Normal? WRONG. When I go to my dashboard when I forst log in, it says that I have 4. FOUR. Either Bloggers having a nutso episode or I have an anonymous follower... which is slightly FREAKING ME OUT. ANONYMOUS FOLLOWER, PLEASE LET YOURSELF BE KNOWN!!!!! WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!!!!
Frustratedly yours,
Kim.
Frustratedly yours,
Kim.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Something that's actually cheerful for once.
WOOHOO! Paramore's new album is coming out soon and they are my FAVOURITE band of all time!!
And end cheerfulness...now.
And end cheerfulness...now.
Monday, July 20, 2009
BEWARE THE LIST.
Rebel groups, in the words of Natalie. How I hate them, from their microscopic skirts to their caked on makeup. I just really want to go up to them and kick them in the head. HARD. So hard, in fact, that they will forget who they are and resume their lives like normal people: UNSLUTTILY. But, then again, what would the world be without the communities of your good old biaches? The saying "Omigod! She is such a slut!" would go without meaning. Imagine where we would all be now without our friendly neighbourhood stripper-wannabe! Probably the same place, but the VHS community would be a WHOLE lot smaller. Seriously, at least every second person I see is what I like to call a scraper (i.e. a girl whos makeup is so caked on that you want to go over to them and literally SCRAPE that skin coloured accumulation from their face with A SCRAPING UTENSIL.) Does anyone else want to do this? Or is it just me and my warpedness?
Speaking of warpedness, guess who has made a reappearence just to torment me? Thats right, Le Brick has made a SPECTACULAR return. Once upon last week, I was late to form and so Mr. Brkich gave me a detention. Sounds right? WRONG. Guess how many minutes I was late by. One. ONE. ONE FREAKIN' MINUTE. And for that, I had to spend my entire lunch picking up rubbish. FOR 25 FREAKIN' MINUTES. HE IS GOING ON MY "TO KILL LATER" LIST, SECOND ONLY TO STING.
Speaking of killing, why is it that everyone thinks my hair looks like Hayley Williams? Okay, it is fluoro red and orange and my fringe kinda spikes up at its own accord, but really! I'm sick of it!! MY HAIR IS AWESOME. DEAL WITH IT OR YOU ARE GOING ON THE LIST, THIRD ONLY TO MR.BRKICH AND STING. Haha, joking kiddies.
Stay awesome!
Kim.
P.S. I just want to say one more thing: I HATE BOYS. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE?!!
Speaking of warpedness, guess who has made a reappearence just to torment me? Thats right, Le Brick has made a SPECTACULAR return. Once upon last week, I was late to form and so Mr. Brkich gave me a detention. Sounds right? WRONG. Guess how many minutes I was late by. One. ONE. ONE FREAKIN' MINUTE. And for that, I had to spend my entire lunch picking up rubbish. FOR 25 FREAKIN' MINUTES. HE IS GOING ON MY "TO KILL LATER" LIST, SECOND ONLY TO STING.
Speaking of killing, why is it that everyone thinks my hair looks like Hayley Williams? Okay, it is fluoro red and orange and my fringe kinda spikes up at its own accord, but really! I'm sick of it!! MY HAIR IS AWESOME. DEAL WITH IT OR YOU ARE GOING ON THE LIST, THIRD ONLY TO MR.BRKICH AND STING. Haha, joking kiddies.
Stay awesome!
Kim.
P.S. I just want to say one more thing: I HATE BOYS. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE?!!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A short summary of what my holiday was...
I should really make a tee shirt saying "I survived the death trip to Mudgee for another year!" Yes, that time of grandparent visiting is finally over. I spent my entire holidays minus a day or two (which I spent mostly sleeping) out in the middle of nowhere doing absolutey nothing but being constantly frustrated by my cousin who has this weird obbsession with being near me (don't ask me why.)The real threat was the driving. I sure am surprised that I returned intact and unscathed. The drive back home was seriously like hell on wheels. After visiting someone who was sick for a meer two hours, I contracted their cold and so for nearly twelve straight hours I was a snotty tired mess being repeatively kicked in the back through my seat by my sister while Sting was blaring through the car speakers to my mothers delight and to my ABSOLUTELY DEFINATE HORROR. IF I EVER GET THE SMALLEST CHANCE, I AM GOING TO MURDER STING SO VIOLENTLY AND SLOWLY THAT I WILL BECOME SO INFAMOUS AND BLOODY FANTASTIC THAT THE LOYAL CITIZENS OF THE LAND WHERE ONLY REAL MUSIC EXISTS WILL THROW ME A FRICKIN' PARADE.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I was hit in the head with a pile of bricks today! What did you do?!
ENGLISH HOMEWORK!! OH, VIVA LA ENGLISH HOMEWORK!!
If you you didn't catch the scarcasm, trust me, ITS THERE.
So, to my utter dismay, I am currently procrastinating doing this blog post, trying to avoid the mind-numbing terror that is my engish homework, so bare with me.
Well, well, well. Guess what IS FOREVER GONE FROM MY LIFE FOREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVER?!!!!!!!!!! GRAPHICS!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOOORAYRAYRAYRAY!!!Therefore, since it is over and I no longer wish to speak of it, I shall not. Ever again.
So, my little readers you, I shall be absent from posts for a while during these holidays due to an "oh so fun" family trip away to my grandparents house. Oh. The pure joy of it all. Last time we went there, the boredom seriously made me want to snap both my hands off and slap myself with them. Just like today. Want to know what happened? Well, let us begin:
Chemistry was so unproductive it made me want to cry. We sat in a computer lab doing one of the most stupid activities in the history of stupid. After that, we went back to the stench ridden (really, it smells kinda funky) middle school science lab and began identifying out of two things which was the object and which was the material. HOW OLD ARE WE?!! FIVE?!! Actually, the fact my chemistry teacher actually chose to make a group of fifteen year olds do this moronic exercise is rather insulting. I mean, HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK WE ARE??
Art was pretty okay-ish. I had it with Natalie (Singer turned Rap star!!! Lolol!!!), but I didn't get that much done. I basically just covered myself in primer. Oh, and that was so much fun to try and scrub off when I got home, which of course was very hard, so I didn't really get it all off. Me being me, I stupidly tryed to play my guitar WITH PRIMER STILL ON ME. So now, my guitar strings are covered with paint-like stuff that now make it sound like a cat being run over (like it didn't sound like that already).
So guys, I'm sorry this entry was pretty damn pittiful, but thats the way today was pretty much. Until next time!
Normally yours,
Kim.
If you you didn't catch the scarcasm, trust me, ITS THERE.
So, to my utter dismay, I am currently procrastinating doing this blog post, trying to avoid the mind-numbing terror that is my engish homework, so bare with me.
Well, well, well. Guess what IS FOREVER GONE FROM MY LIFE FOREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVER?!!!!!!!!!! GRAPHICS!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOOORAYRAYRAYRAY!!!Therefore, since it is over and I no longer wish to speak of it, I shall not. Ever again.
So, my little readers you, I shall be absent from posts for a while during these holidays due to an "oh so fun" family trip away to my grandparents house. Oh. The pure joy of it all. Last time we went there, the boredom seriously made me want to snap both my hands off and slap myself with them. Just like today. Want to know what happened? Well, let us begin:
Chemistry was so unproductive it made me want to cry. We sat in a computer lab doing one of the most stupid activities in the history of stupid. After that, we went back to the stench ridden (really, it smells kinda funky) middle school science lab and began identifying out of two things which was the object and which was the material. HOW OLD ARE WE?!! FIVE?!! Actually, the fact my chemistry teacher actually chose to make a group of fifteen year olds do this moronic exercise is rather insulting. I mean, HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK WE ARE??
Art was pretty okay-ish. I had it with Natalie (Singer turned Rap star!!! Lolol!!!), but I didn't get that much done. I basically just covered myself in primer. Oh, and that was so much fun to try and scrub off when I got home, which of course was very hard, so I didn't really get it all off. Me being me, I stupidly tryed to play my guitar WITH PRIMER STILL ON ME. So now, my guitar strings are covered with paint-like stuff that now make it sound like a cat being run over (like it didn't sound like that already).
So guys, I'm sorry this entry was pretty damn pittiful, but thats the way today was pretty much. Until next time!
Normally yours,
Kim.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Madness, my friends. Pure madness.
MY GOSH, I HATE EVERYTHING.
Why is that, you ask? Well, lets begin to delve into the dark and horrid depths of my high school life, shall we?
Graphics is STILL in my timetable despite my best efforts to get it changed. I tryed to accept that graphics is going to find me somehow to further torture me no matter what I do and plodded off to it this morning under the impression that one of my friends, Hope, was in that class. WRONG. She was nowhere to be found. So, I'm pretty much doing the exact same tortorus thing just with a different teacher and different people. OH FRIKIN' JOY.
I have been depressed all day for reasons that I like to keep, lets say, close to my chest, which pretty much rendered me completley usless when it came to thinking. So today was pretty much a giagantic write-off. Again. OH FRIKIN' JOY. AGAIN.
Speaking of feigned joy, why is it that all some people only ever (and I mean ever) talk and think about is boys? I won't name names, but if you're in my circle of friends, you will most definatley know who I'm talking about. Its just crap spewing out of their mouths all the time, 24/7. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING HERE. ALL THE TIME. I'm not saying that they should stop all together. JUST DO IT A HELL OF ALOT LESS.
happyhappyjoyjoy-lessly yours,
Kim
Why is that, you ask? Well, lets begin to delve into the dark and horrid depths of my high school life, shall we?
Graphics is STILL in my timetable despite my best efforts to get it changed. I tryed to accept that graphics is going to find me somehow to further torture me no matter what I do and plodded off to it this morning under the impression that one of my friends, Hope, was in that class. WRONG. She was nowhere to be found. So, I'm pretty much doing the exact same tortorus thing just with a different teacher and different people. OH FRIKIN' JOY.
I have been depressed all day for reasons that I like to keep, lets say, close to my chest, which pretty much rendered me completley usless when it came to thinking. So today was pretty much a giagantic write-off. Again. OH FRIKIN' JOY. AGAIN.
Speaking of feigned joy, why is it that all some people only ever (and I mean ever) talk and think about is boys? I won't name names, but if you're in my circle of friends, you will most definatley know who I'm talking about. Its just crap spewing out of their mouths all the time, 24/7. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING HERE. ALL THE TIME. I'm not saying that they should stop all together. JUST DO IT A HELL OF ALOT LESS.
happyhappyjoyjoy-lessly yours,
Kim
Friday, June 19, 2009
Friday! Oh fair Friday!
If you look at Fridays logically, they are pretty much what I would call... POINTLESS. Why is that, you ask? Well, as established previously, English is THE most ANNOYING and USELESS subject in my gay-ass schedule and if I missed a whole chunk of the "work", it would do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to my grade, work or even will to be there. Art is the only reason I turn up on Fridays. And also the fact I'm too chicken to wag. But anyway, is the only mildly enjoyable subject in my syupid-bum year 10 schooling experience lined up for me by Mrs McDonald. Oh, thank you Mrs McDonald. Thank you sop very much for putting me in no classes with my friends and refusing to rescue me from graphics. Thank you for completley contradicting what Mr. Blackshaw said on the first day: "This year is about experimenting and bonding with this group even more than you already have." MY ABSOLUTE ASS. The only thing I've bonded with is my desk. And my murderous side.
On Mrs McDonalds insesent need to torture me, our entire year level got their new timetables today at another one of our FANTASTICALLY POINTFULL SENIOR SCHOOL ASSEMBLIES (not.) and, to my unfortunate surprise, there it was. GRAPHICS. Still there. BASHING MY HEAD IN FROM THE INSIDE. I was going to go and ask McDonald what was up with that but, since I was so damn frustrated, all I could think of to say was, "I'm not supposed to be in graphics anymore. I handed in my DAMN GREEN ASS FORM AND IT IS STILL THERE! WHERE THE HELL IS ACCOUNTING?!!! I WENT THROUGH YOUR STUPID PROCESS TO GET IT CHANGED, BUT I GUESS THAT NEVER HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and if I did say that she would probably turn into the hulkette and say something like, "DON'T GET FRESH WITH ME, CHILD!!!!" So I didn't bother. Plus, nearly all my friends from Art bar two have been changed from Miss Perrones class to Mrs Breedens. So, in conclusion, I do believe that Mrs McDonald (if that is her real name) is in cahoots with my mother who both seem to have the strange urge to cause me pain.
So, my little readers (if I even have any. HA!), there is one plus to today. That today is FRIDAY!! Despite the gayness of the day, there is always the weekend, which is thankfully the nexy day, to partay down (okay, me partying down. Like thats gunna happen. he he). So, farwell for another week, my rammes!!!
Disturbingly yours,
Kim.
On Mrs McDonalds insesent need to torture me, our entire year level got their new timetables today at another one of our FANTASTICALLY POINTFULL SENIOR SCHOOL ASSEMBLIES (not.) and, to my unfortunate surprise, there it was. GRAPHICS. Still there. BASHING MY HEAD IN FROM THE INSIDE. I was going to go and ask McDonald what was up with that but, since I was so damn frustrated, all I could think of to say was, "I'm not supposed to be in graphics anymore. I handed in my DAMN GREEN ASS FORM AND IT IS STILL THERE! WHERE THE HELL IS ACCOUNTING?!!! I WENT THROUGH YOUR STUPID PROCESS TO GET IT CHANGED, BUT I GUESS THAT NEVER HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and if I did say that she would probably turn into the hulkette and say something like, "DON'T GET FRESH WITH ME, CHILD!!!!" So I didn't bother. Plus, nearly all my friends from Art bar two have been changed from Miss Perrones class to Mrs Breedens. So, in conclusion, I do believe that Mrs McDonald (if that is her real name) is in cahoots with my mother who both seem to have the strange urge to cause me pain.
So, my little readers (if I even have any. HA!), there is one plus to today. That today is FRIDAY!! Despite the gayness of the day, there is always the weekend, which is thankfully the nexy day, to partay down (okay, me partying down. Like thats gunna happen. he he). So, farwell for another week, my rammes!!!
Disturbingly yours,
Kim.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Do you ever get sick of compliments?
Well, I sure as hell do.
On the way back from one of our COMPLETELY pointless senior school assemblies (seriously, they don't tell us anything new, just the same thing they told us the day before: "Don't try and change subjects or I'll eat you" says Mrs Mcdonald and "Get out of alphabetical order and I'll eat you" says Mr. Brkich), some random Mauri wannabe gangsta completely stops me. This totally freaked me out, I thought HE was going to eat me. But as it turns out, he just stopped me to say, "Oh my God! You have the coolest hair, cuz!!!". After giving him a monotonous "Thanks", he goes on his merry way, making me slightly late for Art, if thats possible (my art teach usually gets there about 15 minutes after we have supposed to go in. Which is good for us, obviously).
So, why would he say I have "Fully sick awesome hair, cuz"? Well, if you have seen me in the school community, yes, I am that fluorescent red head bobbing around in the crowd. This hair colour was a complete fluke, of course. My usual hair dye wasn't there so I picked the closest colour to it, but, of course knowing my luck, it turns out completely different. So I went to school the next day thinking that I looked the same as I did on Friday (minus a few red splotches on the side of my head), but I get bombbarded with strange compliments and comments about my hair, which, at the time, freaked me out as most things do.
About 15 times this month (and I am not exaggerating here), someone has asked me if I have dyed my hair again when it was weeks ago since I did, which should be very obvious since my regrowth is so deliciously noticable. And this is the same communion of around five people who ask me this. AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. Sometimes, I just say that, yes, I did dye my hair again just to see whether or not they ask me again in three days time. Which of course THEY DO.
Speaking of morons, guess who I don't have to listen to yabber on and on about how our notebooks are "peices of crap", as he so eloquently put? Thats right. Mr. Brkich!!! Our semester one subjects ended this week and I am so so sososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososo happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE MODERN HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE GRAPHICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YES, YOU HEARD ME: (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)NO(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) MORE (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) GRAPHICS (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It's true. The cruel and unusual torture cleverly disguised as a high school subject has been surgically removed from my gayness-corrupted timetable. I am free from all its horror and its terror and now I can account fancy-free instead. I know what you're thinking, "Ew, accounting, barf." But a pal of mine is doing it too so that will make it at least half bareable. Hopefully.
In other Place of Boredom and Torture news, does anybody know why VHS hires such lurch-inducingly brainless English teachers? If somebody knows, I beg of you, please enlighten me. In the words of Mr. Blockhead himself, English is "a five star rated writing subject and so is Physics"( I just had to throw that in there. It just shows how much of a boob he is. Yes, of course Physics involves writing more than it does Maths. Whatever floats ya boat!)These people they hired makes it about, oh, lets say.... a ten star rated writing subject. They barely explain ANYTHING making it virtually impossible to complete any task they give us which results in our work being completely crap-ass and then they COMPLAIN about it being so damn CRAP-ASS!! And on top of spending half your day your day with these morons who call themselves educators, you have to attend their gag-worthy "seminars" which are lead by one of the most dim-witted people I have ever come across in my life. She HAS to be on my top five. Want an example of her dim-wittery? Last term, we had to do war poetry as a unit in English (oh joy) and Ms. Stucky, the woman in question, decided to hold one these "seminars". She has a reputation of being one of those people who get notoriously off topic very, very quickly, which of course happened in front of our whole year level. not so slowly, but surely, The Stuckster went from war poetry to her family tree in a matter of minutes (and this presentation lasted nearly all three periods we have english). I'm not making fun of the fact Mrs. Stuckys dad died, but seriously, we are not here to give you sympathy. In fact, it really should be the other way around. You are here to teach us, not to share your life story. Thats what blogger is for. Not hundreds of year 1o students. So, I'm sorry Mrs. Stucky and the rest of the VHS English department, but I learnt more from books and google than I have from you so far. And if you you want feedback, I'll give you feedback: DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND GIVE US OUR ASSESSMNET MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE ITS DUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, can I ramble.
So, if you do have the answer, enlighten me, I say. If this nonteaching continues, trust me, there WILL be armageddon. ARMAGEDDON, I SAY!!
Violently yours,
Kim
On the way back from one of our COMPLETELY pointless senior school assemblies (seriously, they don't tell us anything new, just the same thing they told us the day before: "Don't try and change subjects or I'll eat you" says Mrs Mcdonald and "Get out of alphabetical order and I'll eat you" says Mr. Brkich), some random Mauri wannabe gangsta completely stops me. This totally freaked me out, I thought HE was going to eat me. But as it turns out, he just stopped me to say, "Oh my God! You have the coolest hair, cuz!!!". After giving him a monotonous "Thanks", he goes on his merry way, making me slightly late for Art, if thats possible (my art teach usually gets there about 15 minutes after we have supposed to go in. Which is good for us, obviously).
So, why would he say I have "Fully sick awesome hair, cuz"? Well, if you have seen me in the school community, yes, I am that fluorescent red head bobbing around in the crowd. This hair colour was a complete fluke, of course. My usual hair dye wasn't there so I picked the closest colour to it, but, of course knowing my luck, it turns out completely different. So I went to school the next day thinking that I looked the same as I did on Friday (minus a few red splotches on the side of my head), but I get bombbarded with strange compliments and comments about my hair, which, at the time, freaked me out as most things do.
About 15 times this month (and I am not exaggerating here), someone has asked me if I have dyed my hair again when it was weeks ago since I did, which should be very obvious since my regrowth is so deliciously noticable. And this is the same communion of around five people who ask me this. AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. Sometimes, I just say that, yes, I did dye my hair again just to see whether or not they ask me again in three days time. Which of course THEY DO.
Speaking of morons, guess who I don't have to listen to yabber on and on about how our notebooks are "peices of crap", as he so eloquently put? Thats right. Mr. Brkich!!! Our semester one subjects ended this week and I am so so sososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososo happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE MODERN HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE GRAPHICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YES, YOU HEARD ME: (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)NO(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) MORE (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) GRAPHICS (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It's true. The cruel and unusual torture cleverly disguised as a high school subject has been surgically removed from my gayness-corrupted timetable. I am free from all its horror and its terror and now I can account fancy-free instead. I know what you're thinking, "Ew, accounting, barf." But a pal of mine is doing it too so that will make it at least half bareable. Hopefully.
In other Place of Boredom and Torture news, does anybody know why VHS hires such lurch-inducingly brainless English teachers? If somebody knows, I beg of you, please enlighten me. In the words of Mr. Blockhead himself, English is "a five star rated writing subject and so is Physics"( I just had to throw that in there. It just shows how much of a boob he is. Yes, of course Physics involves writing more than it does Maths. Whatever floats ya boat!)These people they hired makes it about, oh, lets say.... a ten star rated writing subject. They barely explain ANYTHING making it virtually impossible to complete any task they give us which results in our work being completely crap-ass and then they COMPLAIN about it being so damn CRAP-ASS!! And on top of spending half your day your day with these morons who call themselves educators, you have to attend their gag-worthy "seminars" which are lead by one of the most dim-witted people I have ever come across in my life. She HAS to be on my top five. Want an example of her dim-wittery? Last term, we had to do war poetry as a unit in English (oh joy) and Ms. Stucky, the woman in question, decided to hold one these "seminars". She has a reputation of being one of those people who get notoriously off topic very, very quickly, which of course happened in front of our whole year level. not so slowly, but surely, The Stuckster went from war poetry to her family tree in a matter of minutes (and this presentation lasted nearly all three periods we have english). I'm not making fun of the fact Mrs. Stuckys dad died, but seriously, we are not here to give you sympathy. In fact, it really should be the other way around. You are here to teach us, not to share your life story. Thats what blogger is for. Not hundreds of year 1o students. So, I'm sorry Mrs. Stucky and the rest of the VHS English department, but I learnt more from books and google than I have from you so far. And if you you want feedback, I'll give you feedback: DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND GIVE US OUR ASSESSMNET MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE ITS DUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, can I ramble.
So, if you do have the answer, enlighten me, I say. If this nonteaching continues, trust me, there WILL be armageddon. ARMAGEDDON, I SAY!!
Violently yours,
Kim
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
one thing you should know...
if you don't like whining, leave now. dont say i didn't warn you...
so. you decided to read my blog. my name is Kim. I am 15 (or nearly, at least). I hate nearly everything to my very core. so anyway, thats all you need to know about me for now (ha ha, stalkers! no info for you!) introductions bore me to death. do you know how many times i have to introduce myself or announce my presense every day? three to be exact. its so sad. every teacher at my school is so so lazy and can't be bothered to look with their own eyes to see who is here and who is not. why hasn't that occoured to anyone? speaking of idiotic teachers, i have buckets full, but one in particular makes me want to dive over my desk and punch the living daylights out of him.
if you REALLY don't like whining, leave now. I am warning you! Leave now. now. now. nowwwww.......... TOO LATE!
Mr brkich (yes, that is how you spell it), grammatically incorrect name and all, is probably the most moronic and sadistic teacher i have ever come across and probably ever will. you want to know why? well, i guess you don't have a choice, youre here already. there are so many reasons, but the most stupid thing he does (with pride, please note) is check our notebooks. yes, thats right. CHECKS OUR NOTEBOOKS. it doesn't go towards any marks, it doesn't have any real use, it just gives him an excuse to punish us, punish us good. he keeps us in on both breaks until our notebooks are "up to date". the only reason MY notebook was not up to date was because i was away for four days because i was sick and during this pointless punishment (besides the fact brickhead gets a kick out of it), i was sitting there doing nothing since i had no idea what to do and le brick wasnt bothered to even tell me what to do. he told me, with his spitty lisp, "do something, youre wasting everyones time." okay, there are two things wrond with this: 1) i had no idea what to do, let alone be able to do it and 2) HOW WAS I WASTING EVERYONE ELSES TIME??!!! ITS ONLY HIS TIME IM WASTING, AND THATS HIS FAULT BECAUSE HE WAS KEEPING ME IN FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!! stupid idiot.
so. you decided to read my blog. my name is Kim. I am 15 (or nearly, at least). I hate nearly everything to my very core. so anyway, thats all you need to know about me for now (ha ha, stalkers! no info for you!) introductions bore me to death. do you know how many times i have to introduce myself or announce my presense every day? three to be exact. its so sad. every teacher at my school is so so lazy and can't be bothered to look with their own eyes to see who is here and who is not. why hasn't that occoured to anyone? speaking of idiotic teachers, i have buckets full, but one in particular makes me want to dive over my desk and punch the living daylights out of him.
if you REALLY don't like whining, leave now. I am warning you! Leave now. now. now. nowwwww.......... TOO LATE!
Mr brkich (yes, that is how you spell it), grammatically incorrect name and all, is probably the most moronic and sadistic teacher i have ever come across and probably ever will. you want to know why? well, i guess you don't have a choice, youre here already. there are so many reasons, but the most stupid thing he does (with pride, please note) is check our notebooks. yes, thats right. CHECKS OUR NOTEBOOKS. it doesn't go towards any marks, it doesn't have any real use, it just gives him an excuse to punish us, punish us good. he keeps us in on both breaks until our notebooks are "up to date". the only reason MY notebook was not up to date was because i was away for four days because i was sick and during this pointless punishment (besides the fact brickhead gets a kick out of it), i was sitting there doing nothing since i had no idea what to do and le brick wasnt bothered to even tell me what to do. he told me, with his spitty lisp, "do something, youre wasting everyones time." okay, there are two things wrond with this: 1) i had no idea what to do, let alone be able to do it and 2) HOW WAS I WASTING EVERYONE ELSES TIME??!!! ITS ONLY HIS TIME IM WASTING, AND THATS HIS FAULT BECAUSE HE WAS KEEPING ME IN FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!! stupid idiot.
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