Monday, June 29, 2009

Tschk Table

Oh my god.
Some girl who went to my Rangers sent me a request to become a fan of her as a writing and it is so, so bad.
Read it.
If you don't agree that it sucks, well then I don't like you.
Su looked at me to-day for the first time in a year and a half.
We were all at Mr Gibbs' 60th and everyone was playing Basshunter etcetera through the speakers. Then Sarah was playing the PokeRap.
So I put on Kaiser Chiefs' "Everyday I Love You Less and Less", which Su and I used to dance around to between Social Studies and Science.
Then she said, "I love this song!" and turned around and looked at me.
The turning around was quite a process because she was sitting on some desks.
Then I didn't know what to do.
Then Rachel Peeters said, "I don't like this music, turn it off."
And smiled.
Because that's what she does, she insults you and then she smiles.
Like when she said she liked the other schools' Sheilah Winn entries when I asked her what she thought of ours.
Marinade sounds way better in a French accent.

Joe says: I like Perez Hilton.
Bexshka says: He's funny.
Joe says: I'm gay.
Bexshka says: I'm not.

I hate how everyone else's chocolate cake smells like fish.
I should just make all the chocolate cakes in the world.

I have lots of things to do to-night and one of them is writing this seminar thing so I don't know..
I don't like the kind of thing where maybe you don't have to do it to-morrow at all and you just don't know about it yet.
I haven't been to English since the Friday before last.

We're having a mufti day on Thursday and the theme is "New Zealand Sport Supporters."
So, I will be dressed as someone who is Going to The Races.

I love 6 in "Syrup" heaps.

Preceptor is a yuck word, like forceps.

"I don't have any street cred
I'll hide you and carrots under my bed."

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