GAVROCHE = TOBY = DODGER.
SERIOUSLY.
(and i suppose by that logic, Eponine = Mrs. Lovett = Nancy, which also makes sense, in a way, with the whole unrequited love thing (and then add Meg in just for the sake of them all being awesome) . but i’m not as excited about this one.)
IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE THAT NOTHING HURTS.
THERE IS A BARRICADE. OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM.
See, my family hates rats. And there’s one inside our room so my mom and i went downstairs while my dad tried to kill it. We both had no idea what he was doing and stuff. After maybe 15 minutes, my dad went down and told us he killed the thing and was gonna clean up now. I went upstairs and saw one of the greatest sights i have ever seen.
And I repeat those wonderful words: THERE IS A BARRICADE. OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM. And it’s awesome because there is a red scarf thing beside it so yeah.
And I gotta go. My dad will destroy the barricade soon (NOOOOOO! WE MUST FREE FRANCE!!!!) and I still need to sing and pretend to be Enjolras and die of happiness.
I GOTTA UP MY GAME.
I’m disappointed in myself. That’s a first, believe me. I am usually of the opinion that I am God’s greatest gift to the world, and let’s face it, I’m usually right.
But. This.
My ss grades are slipping. Like yeah. I just wrote one brilliant paper in 1st quarter and I’ve had all this pressure on me.
It beats me why they voted me as ASEAN chair. For one thing, it’s supposed to be rotating, so, you know, no one should be voting anyway. Also, I SUCK AS A LEADER. LIKE YEAH. I TOTALLY GUILT-TRIPPED MYSELF ABOUT THIS. The other ASEAN chairs are already “pressuring” the others, whatever that means. There’s a reason I’m a loner. I don’t talk to people. I work alone, usually at the last minute. I procrastinate. I am not a team player, so I’m obviously NOT a team leader.
And now. This.
Soooooo. Does anyone know a good place to jump from? Preferably somewhere with crazy traffic below, so that if my awesomeness causes me not to die from the fall, I’m gonna get hit by a truck or something.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this isn’t tumblr or anything (I don’t have a tumblr, btw), but it’s true!!!! Tomorrow, I’ll be aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllll alone.
Well, not really, but stiiiiiiiill.
On a brighter note, I’ll have a certain someone all alone tomorrow. You are mine, my preciousssssss.
Anyway, so glee sang sing, which has been my favorite song for the past few months, ever since the cd came out. And now, glee did it…
I mean, the mcr version still reigns supreme. I actually didn’t like the glee version very much. I mean, a girl sang it. I don’t know.
I just hate the fact that now people will know it as just a song sung on glee. I mean, a lot of people don’t like glee, so they’ll just write the song off. And a lot of people will be like “the glee version is better.”
Well, I personally believe it isn’t, but I guess each to his own.
So yeah.
I’M FREE I’M FREE I’M FREE I’M FREE I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Well, school for this year is finally over. Of course, we still have a project to do over the break, but for now, I will jump around in joy because I don’t really have anything to do for the next three weeks.
So we had our Christmas party in school yesterday, and I discovered that someone thought I hated him at first. Well to set the record straight: I don’t hate anyone. I don’t really do deep-seated hate. I can hate you for 5 minutes, an hour maybe, perhaps a day if what you did was particularly bad or if I really don’t like you. I guess this person thought that I hated him because I’m really shy. I don’t do conversation, especially with people I don’t know. I’m just not a talker. If I don’t talk to you when you talk to me, that doesn’t necessarily mean that I don’t like you. That just means I don’t know you yet. Which is why my friends tend to be the talkative people and why I really really really love them all.
Oh well. Anyway, that’s all for my rant 
They suck. They sucksucksucksucksuck. (Angrish rant here.)
Seriously though, they do. (Once again breaks into rant.)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, what I’m trying to say is that our class has finished our mock trials already.
Well, the third one, the one about Japan, kicked ass. A serious amount of it.
Still didn’t make up for the ass the two prior trials missed.
I don’t want to give out details not because it might offend (i’m pretty sure no one from our class will get lost in the big wide internet and happen to stumble on this blog by mistake) but because I will just get more depressed than I already am about this whole thing.
Besides, I will make up for our trial’s non-ass kicking-ness with an EPIC verdict. Like one epic enough to blow our teacher away and give me a -1.
Well, I can dream, can’t I?
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I hate Pisay during times like this. I mean, usually I love it, and it is infinitely better than my old school. The people are nicer (mostly), more huggable and they get my geeky jokes and make some themselves.
Not that I don’t love Saint. I just loooooooooooooooove Pisay.
But the downside of being in Pisay (which I guess is sort of a trade –there’s a word for this, i’m sure there is– with the awesomeness of the people, like you can’t have the awesome people without this) is that IT IS HELL. HELL, I TELL YOU. (Which I guess implies that you only find awesome people in hell, but oh well…) I mean, today we had four LTs. FOUR. Now for some people in normal schools maybe this wouldn’t be such a big problem because they can survive without studying, but not in Pisay. Oh no. You can study and study and study and study more and still get a really pitiful score. It’s simply part of Pisay life.
Also, there are lots and lots and lots of projects, requirements, major activities… Yeah, it sucks. An average second year person in Pisay practically looks like an undead thingy, what with the eye bags and pale skin and bloodshot eyes. Of course, there are a lot of exceptions, like those who simply don’t study (aka lazy people) or those who don’t need to (aka aliens). However, since I am just a normal, human being and I use my pride to inspire me to do better, yeah, I’m one of the undead.
Maybe the undead of Pisay can stage a zombie apocalypse or something. That would be awesome.
Soooooo, that’s all I have to rant about today. Well, not really, but I have this tendency to rant to myself… as well as the tendency to go on and on when writing something. I apologize. That’s all.
Yeah, yeah, I know that’s not a word, but it should be one. Well, since I now said it, my extreme awesomeness will cause it to be a word.
Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway…
So, this is my first post in, like, forever. Well, in my defense, second year has been hectic. In fact, I am currently pretending to do my homework. Eh, I’ll just do them all tomorrow.
You weird weird people who actually read this blog may be wondering what is so epic. Hm…
Well, there’s that new mcr album that’s infinitely better (imho) than the last one. Sure, the last one was catchy, but this is catchier. And the music vids are more awesome. And the songs are now stuck in my head (not that the ones from the last ones weren’t, but…).
And this album’s not as depressing as the last one. (It still is, by the way, but not as much.)
In connection to the aforementioned epic thing, the mcr girl (aka grace jeanette) is also epic and superlatively cute. And talented. So very, very talented. I wish I could be half as talented as her. Oh well.
Oh, and I may be very late to (or is it ‘in’? hmm….) this, but I just watched “How to Train Your Dragon” a while ago, and it, too, was epic. Ah, how I wish I lived in a world where dragons are real (well, for all you know…). Though I guess I’d be scared to death of them and would die of fright if I actually see one.
On a more annoying note (for me), the movie’s, what do you call it, mythos, is similar to the one I have already fleshed out in my head, even the part with the runes. (I couldn’t stop laughing when Hiccup was reading the dragon manual thingy ’cause I can also read it, a bit. I have the font in my computer.)
Oh well, it’s not like I will actually be able to write it down, the story in my head. All I have is the background of the world anyway, not the plot of the story, and it’s already too similar to all the dragon fantasies out there (like the said movie and probably the books the movie was based on). Besides, it’s not like I have the time to actually write it. That’s one of the few (or possibly more than few, I don’t count… oh, post idea for a year from now) things I don’t like about pisay. It takes away time for me to do the stuff I want to do.
Oh oh oh oh, also, Clare is writing what I assume to be an anthro piece (I mean a piece about anthropomorphic animals). She has already filled up a notebook with it, and she’s not yet done. I haven’t read it, but I made her promise that I’ll read it once it’s done. Gee, Clare could be the next Kate DiCamillo (or greater). It’s fun to think that I may be one of the first people to read the next international bestseller– maybe even get to suggest some stuff.
In case you don’t know who Kate DiCamillo is, she wrote “The Tale of Despereaux” and “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane”. Her books all concern animals (or in Edward’s case, toy animals) going on adventures and the like. Since Clare loooooves writing about animals, and she told me her story was about talking ones (in the forest? I don’t remember), I told her about DiCamillo and I’m talking/ typing too much.
Well, since I’m guilty about not doing a single thing this day, I’m gonna start doing my homework and stop doing unimportant things. Promise.
Maybe.
So, yeah. I know that it has been a looooong time. Oh well.
Anyway, we joined sigaw and WON. It was really fun.
It was like, during the rehearsals, we, well, failed. We were soooo nervous. I kept on making mistakes, and the singing was not in time with the music (which is also my fault). I stopped in the middle and… well, let’s just say that, as a whole, it wasn’t very nice.
Then we practiced. and practiced. and practiced. And they changed into matching outfits (practically all my clothes are in batangas, so yeah). Then we prayed. (or is it the other way around?)
After, the performances came. We were the last 1st year group to play, after the other sapphire group. And, well, we were nervous, but personally, I wasn’t as nervous as rehearsals. And we played. I still screwed up in some parts, but the blending of the voices was AMAZING, and wasn’t overpowered by the accompaniment. And, when we finished, the applause was overwhelming. It was so loud! We were all squeeling in happiness after we went offstage. It was wsooo fun!!!!
Oh well. The higher years went next, and we listened to them, too, and some of us were able to stay until the awarding. And WE WON. The certificate is with Ellayne. Hmph. Dapat may iba pang prize.
But anyway, after school, I had my hair cut and stuff. Then I went home and read something which made me ANGRY, ANNOYED, ANTAGONIZED… and those are just the As. If you know what I mean, good. Haay. We really need an exterminator or something. Dumadami na ang ipis sa mundo.
Anyway, that’s all for my rant/ whatever. I just needed to get the extreme joy and ANGER I feel right now.
But I’m still angry, and all my happiness has been sucked away by that big, gross creature. Ugh. I hate life sometimes.
There’s just something seriously wrong about this day. It doesn’t even pay writing about it. So I won’t.
Kainis.
