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.

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.

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:

(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?

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?