Point is:
Camp Robin Hood is divided in to groups.
Prediction:
I won't be in his group.
Evidence:
Mono. Cliffs. FRIGGIN' NONE! ZERO.
Point is:
most of 76-er are going to be in 8-6 next year
Prediction:
Will not be in his class next year.
Evidence:
Two gr.8 teachers are fighting over me to be in their class next year. And both are NOT 86.
And mono Cliffs
AND my luck. [for the past few week, sure]
Yes, I'm sad. D':
Anywaysssss..
IB.
Yo come to IB w/me! Victoria Park CI's probably where I'll go.
And you take the exam in January? I had no idea. XD You should evesdrop more. xd
I know that I'm going to be cut off from the world [maybe minus the philosophy classes and 150 hour community service..]
my dad's bugging me about it. D':
I laugh at your 'how can boys be smarter than us? they're idiots!' comment.
I know they are. Right now. Don't worry, they'll shoot in front of us soon. [coughwalidcough] It's like... puberty. we grow taller first then they kill us w/their height. -Je points at DF- now he stands at... my dad's height. AKA 170. He's good enough to be the tallest person in our class. Ish.
I roll my eyes.
My dad doesn't really care about what kind of race my future [the one after DF] is. [but he doens't know that I'm dating anyways]. As long as it's not AFrican or Indian/Tamil/whatever [he's somewhat of a racist] he's fine.
And father requires that he can support the family.
Well, hell yeah. I mean, who wants their child to go off w/some random hobo in the streets. XD
The only thing I can do, is to solve my little crossroad problem. D': I have.. 8 more days till I make that descision.
But Let's kill that for now. XD
SPPEEEEEEEECH. I suck . My topics are real LAAAAAAME. Well, you better wish me luck. Class competition is tomorrow, grade competition is on Friday. So, I'm kinda really stressed. It's pressuring, people are saying 'you better represent us' Except I've been proven wrong. My mini-speech. SUCKED. worse than you can ever imagine. I SWEAR. I messed up 48578457487504 times.
moving on, RECONGITION BANQUET [aka BBQ and dance]
Point is:
I'll be driven nuts there.
Prediction:
Thy push and thy dance...?
Evidence:
Halloween Dance. Jenny with the kidnap then push to DF.
Every day. People would switch seat w/me so I could be closer to him. ONly when he doesn't sit close to me [aka not that much, he usually sits w/me...]
Self is very unhappy/happy. XD I know, contradictory, BUT STILL. SCREW YOU! XD
Fries taste good. XD
 Yuki Lives in Your Closet · Wed Jun 18, 2008 @ 01:05pm · 1 Comments |
