Monday, February 20, 2006
Totally crazy day today, all right. First off had Geography test today. it was damned hard and irritating and i wanted nothing better to do than chuck those pieces of paper at hohohochoochoochoo. once she walked around and then stood behind me,trying to see what rubbish i had written down. did i mention how much i hate people who are 90% strangers coming too close,and then breathing down my neck??? then during assembly they kept talking about the stupid sex thing la. whatever. not interested. it's like every year got a group of people come to school and tell us not to have premarital sex 'cos we're at risk of aids and herpes and whatevers? ok,i'm not a moron. I GET IT. HAVING PREMARITAL SEX IS A SIN. jeez. anyway the boys were kind of 'whoowhoowhoo'. cos thats what boys do. boys have been scientifically proven to be about 4 years less mature(mentally) than girls.boys are stupid. throw rocks at them.girls are smart. they throw rocks at boys,see.and after school we had to stay back do the stupid noticeboard la. we spent like so much effort on it lor. and i didnt slack - surprise surprise,darlings. and i also lent my zen micro and they connected it to the class speakers. everyone made me play stupid songs, so they could dance and sing along to them. i'm just thankful they didn't ask me to play You're Beautiful by James Blunt. but i did have to play two almost-cheesy songs, My Humps and Hung Up. it was rib-cracking, watching some of the guys. and it was like the whole class knew the lyrics to My Humps. i bet Mrs P didn't really enjoy listening to us rap and go,"My humps,my humps,my humps,my humps, my lovely little lumps, check it out - yeah!' accompanied by cheesy dance moves. but she was really good about it. I don't quite miss 2MD05 at all.Get a load of you, get a load of meWalking down the street and i hardly know youIt's just like we were meant to beHolding hands with you and we're out at nightGot a girlfriend you say it isn't rightAnd I've got someone waiting tooThis is just the beginningwe're already wet and we're gonna go swimmingWhy can't i breathe whenever i think about you?Why can't i speak whenever i talk about you?it's inevitable, it's a fact we're gonna get down to itso tell me why can't i breathe whenever i think about you.isn't this the best part of breaking upfinding someone else you can't get enough ofsomeone who wants to be with you too?it's an itch we know we're gonna scratch gonna take awhile for this egg to hatchbut wouldn't it be beautiful?i'd love for you to make me wonderwhere it's goin'i'd love for you to pull me undersomething's growin'for this that we can controlbaby i'm dyin'so tell mewhy can't i breathe whenever i think about you?why can't i speak whenever i talk about you?
[and that's when i knew you knew.]
at 8:44 PM