4 posts tagged “teenage”
I wrote a trashy teenage poem. YES ! : D I can graduate from my pubescent stage beaming now and wincing in the future at the poetic car-wreck I've left behind in history.
A teenager spouts words rooted with nuances,
She shoots looks that are directed for her purposes,
She laughs with only pretense that is genuine,
She dresses with all contemporary issues on her mind,
She does gestures justified only by the returns,
She doesn't want to grow up,
Life is sweet and real for now.
Well today, I got the incredibly inadequate amount of six hours of sleep, but in accordance to what amanda said which reflected on some aspect of truth, six hours is already alot on my standards.
I packed my bag and pulled up my socks for my first day of school. Correction, I never pull up my socks unless it's the pair with no elastic and today was actually my last day of school. I need a proper bra, these bikini bras can not be good for the likes of my breasts. Anyways caught the bus, the serenity was flabbergasting. Gosh, the longing for everyday to be identical to the one today is incredibly high right now. In retrospect, the olmCeeluts have adopted the kawaisou boy, Fahzit to be their new playmate.
Sluts : Hey what's your name?
Fahzit : Fahzit.
Sluts : Fahresh? ROFLMAO WE"RE GODDAMN FUNNY.
Fahzit : Fahzit.
Sluts : Fahzim? LMFAO.
Fahzit : Fahzit.
This Fahzit boy is pretty f**king cocky. Anyways, OlmCeeluts finished yesterday due to their religious perks. This morning Fahzit in his gangster hood on and all, yo, sits at the back all by himself and im like ha. Then his curry gangster friend struts up to the back and says
"Yo, where's your beeeetchez?" I swear he said beeeetchez! Oh my lord, teenyboppers these days never fail to make me laugh.
At school, I read more of my book, it's certainly taking longer than I expected but overall it's still an exceedingly fabulous book.
In roll call, I read some more. I'll miss Miss Micado, because she's one those teachers you only come across ever so often like Mr. Jack. They're both still young enough to be able to empathise with us without being too virtuous/conventional.
During scripture, I worked on my Economics homework and subsequently copied notes for my Ancient History.
Economics was okay until I found out I did pretty freaking mediocre in my assessment. It was awful my expectations were set up there but i end up getting down here Sigh. Oh well.
I stood outside the library unloading my things as usual to hide in the library when Amy comes along. She says "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" and for once I know exactly what she's thinking. I wonder when Amy and I are in our 20somethins would we experience our midlife crisis then and by the time we're in our 40s what would happen to us? It's very cool it's like us two have ESPN in a way, we always have inside jokes, double entente glimpses and all sorts of amusements.
Japanesee was okay, achieved close to nothing since Amy and I spent the entire double lesson speed reading the book "1001 books to read before you die" ha. I have quite a few new books to read on my list now :)
Maths was okay, I got 43.5 ! =D Which means if done right I'll be rounded off to 44 which pushes my ranking just that further bit higher. :) Silly mistakes I made thats all , like in one question i mistook my 4 as an 11 and did the rest of my looong question based on that 11 and hence got it wrong :)
Lunch was okay, I can't really remember what we did I went to the area as usual. My god my school days are so uniform, get to school, class, recess in library, class, lunch in area, class and go home. Maybe the holidays will sort things out. On Tuesday, I think, I'm going Burwood with Amy, Tania and maybe Rayanne. We're watching Becoming Jane :)
Anyways afterwards was Ancient History, the sheets that were supposed to be passed down to the substitute teacher somehow got lost along the way so we basically bludged for the rest of the lesson.
English was really cool, under the pretense that our assessment preparation was far more important than clean up we stayed in and prepared for our assessment next term which is like a prepared impromptu (i did notice the paradox) extended response i guess.
The bus trip was okay, all it really consisted of endless profane slandering between Amanda and the girls we usually don't mix with because we're immiscible haha. stupid chem. stupid bias.
Stupid everything really.
Holee was okay. Ate alot of food and my mum says I'll become fat like she always does but for some reason today I believed her.
Jyane.
To my beloved one of two sisters, Kathleen.
Thank you. I don't know but thank you is all that really seems fitting in this situation. If I was you, I would wish that Edwina would get over herself and him, maybe you already do but that's okay thanks for not saying it aloud. I don't know the support you provide the kind of indifferent yet supportive care is really nice.
Tokorode, enough of my recessive love life.
At the beginning of today, that being midnight I woke up from a deep nap. You see the day before at 11:40pm I was studying one of my four pages worth of vocabulary pages on my hardcore (literally) bed. I woke up at 12am the next day realising i somehow managed to take myself a nap. So from 12-3:40am i studied. Great.
I studied on the bus, I studied at school, I studied during roll call, I studied during scripture and I studied during recess. Yet I still fail to do my very best in the darned test. That's deplorable.
The maths test I'm proud to say without any modesty, was owned. Whilst completing the test I realised I couldnt factorise one of the lines and I asked miss if i was doing it wrong or if there was an error and she completely misinterprets it and says she can't tell me. Ten minutes later with a conversation with the teacher next door we find out the exact question I was complaining about is un'do'able. Ha. Ownage.
God I have got to stop saying ownage, own, pwnage, pwn. I've also gotta stop with the blasphemy. Im just vain.
I love you Kathleen! =D
It's kind of disheartening that if still-dont-know who sees myspace everyday couldnt make it with him then the odds against myself are .. haha.
The song that is perpetually reiterated in my head is Low Happenings by he Howling Bells. It I don't know, it's alluring. It contains betrayal we're all to familiar with in a standard 3-4 minute song. I love it.
These really are the hard years aren't they? Everybody has their own little problems with their head 5cm away from being smashed against the wall from the consistent stress of assessments, romance and god bless them , our parents.
My friend Muskaa Andel, I must say is the coolest person in the world. Then she left at the end of year 8 because my school wasnt high enough calibre for her. That cut.
Recently i initiated contact with the fabulous Ms Andel it's nice to know that the wallpaper friendship can still ensure us a decent conversation. Ha.
I'm currently reading Four Play another badly written contemporary romance novel. I feel obligated to read it because I borrowed it and now it's like a month overdue. Ironically I had another overdue book in my library books pile yet I completely dismissed it because I found the entire British-American war/Romance thing boring.
Anyways after maths I remember going to the library to practice my oral assessment. Dear god (BLASPHEMOUS) it's alarming to notice I am increasingly found more and more in the school library. People in my group automatically assume that in my absence I will be at the library it's quite weird. Keredomo, I don't mind. If it gets me a 95+ UAI im happy to live in the library.
The only real highlight of the day worth mentioning was the excavation kits we got during Ancient History. They are the bomb. They smell fabulous too. I don't know something about scraping around in clay with a paddle pop stick is really instigating in a non committed way.
I feel kind detached at the moment. I think about males, I think about one and then immediately think about the other. Now i've cut down the masculine lotto pool to two.
The corny friends are forever things are really true huh?
Much Love my starpowder puffs. Eat well.
Well yesterday I was at the library studying for my imminent fail in my mass Japanese assessment today. I was joined by Geoffrey the local emo.
Okay so here is when it starts getting a little ambiguous, how emo do you have to be to be classified as an emo? Would you have to bear your slit wrists in pride whilst slyly showing that your nails have miraculously manifested into some sort of black colour? Would your flipping hair cuts have to look like every other default emo - sidefringe cut?
Well back on track. He joins me on my table that was currently only occupied by me. He takes a seat and suddenly i feel extremely invaded. I don't know whether or not my library experiences were solitary or accompanied had never been much importance to me until now. So I nonchalantly continue on studying my four pages worth of foreign japanese words but i stop. I look up and I see Geoffrey being completely non-productive. I don't know, maybe it's an asian instinct but I can't work if someone's sitting there doing nothing. So I forced him to do his english homework. =) I know I'm so *cough_ altruistic. Somehow Geoffrey's managed to acquire the knowledge of my current love dilemma and he knew that under the circumstances we were in I would be confronted with the problem and yes. <-- Lol anti-climax. Basically what I'm attempting to convey is that he was aware that I had problems.
I'm doing my work when out of the blue the question "How would you react if I died?" materializes, Geoffrey has obviously managed to stumble into some sort of self-hate trap. Okay here's where I might get flamed. I honestly couldn't care at that moment, too many problems of my own had built up on my plate and I could not deal with taking share of his plate too. So i told him, "I can't care at the moment," and then he completely misinterprets it as me not caring if he dies. Gosh, like it's all so stereotypical but me being the cynical female dog that i was let it go. I couldn't deal with it and nurture the boy's self-inflicted wounds.
Maybe then I really brought it upon myself when I questioned Geoffrey's decision on whether to stay at school or not. I told him his future would certainly be unclear if he decided to quit and that if he didnt make it as a rockstar (which was an incredibly high chance) then he'd basically have no future. So am i a realist or a cynic? Maybe both.
The boy couldve done something nice with himself because no one is really a punkass kid. It's just a trend that no one realises is uncool. Everyone eventually moves on from it.
I'm going to rant about nothing relatively conceptually new. What if you liked a person you're not supposed to like? Like a forbidden like? Like like like. Maybe it's this mind manipulation of mine. I can convince myself what is right or wrong if i wanted to. I can also manifest reasons as upon the justification of why I do certain things. So right now I'm dealing with three people I could potentially like, one i know I already do but the probability of whether or not anything will come out of thta is pretty iffy. The other two, I dont know.
Okay, all i really wanted to discuss today was Geoffrey and his unnecessary behaviour. He goes on about how he life sucks and bla and I tell him that he should be happy his not a third world child. Subsequently he then attempts to retort that third world children should be happy with what they got which is a disgusting to say and I told him shouldnt that mean he should be happy with what he got. Sigh.
I'm going to continue studying. Oyasuminasai my precioussss.
