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.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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
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