Ooh, I love my title. It sounds like on of those Fall Out Boy songs. Or, Panic! At the Disco's.
Anyways, this probably is the worst day in my highschool life (easy to say, I haven't even been a freshman for two weeks). A week and three days has been like a month and three weeks. Oh boy. But really.
First, I lost my beloved "thingy". You know, it's the "thing", which you might probably have seen your dad sporting, 'cause it might be where your car and home keys are. But still, I lost my "thing" and it depressed me. I am so attached to that thing. I'm Vicky, the girl with the bag from Artwork and a noisy thing. Plus, that "thing" gets people interested in me (therefore, more connections.). But really, one girl (who, I tell you, is someone i don't even know well) grabbed a little something from my thing and asked me what that was. Sounds rude, but kind of flattering.
Next, my nose actually bled during the mass. I bet you Bedan H.S. students don't know that. Yeah, it was during the beginning of the mass (yeah, no kidding. I realized my nose bled the moment Fr. Anscar talked. Or whoever was the first one to start the mass.). And my hankie was over my nose. I was like, "Damn it if this doesn't stop by Ama Namin". Hopefully, it stopped after a few minutes.
Oh damn it, the damned bastard might be even avoiding me. Which is quite impossible. But whatever, I rest my case. Such a bane in my existence. I'd love to hate him, but hating him is an "un-real" thing to do. Really. You love the person, then you hate him? What the hell was thaaat?
Anyways, if you have mastered the art of keeping a straight face while laughing at someone, which is rather impossible, I tell you, teach me how. Really. I have coughs AND colds (Yeah, it sucks big time. Maybe God was getting back at me for not being sick during the Graduation and Baccalaureate Practices last year. I practically was the only one left in our class that doesn't have a cold.). And yes, so that I won't offend other people. But really, I think laughing ain't fun without the whole slit-eyes, all-teeth showing, back and forth moving package.
By the way, what do you do with someone who says war as "wawr"?. Oh boy, I'll never forgive him for what he did in Filipino. I guarantee you that he will never hear the end of it. Oh, who am I even kidding, I can't even talk to him. (See, I told you. Never try to find out if your crush knows that you have a crush on him. God God God. Better yet, don't attempt to tell him. UNLESS, he has vocally told you that he likes you. A LOT.)
Dude, peace. If ever you are reading this. I hate you, tell me who your crush is. And you bastard, SNOB. That guy is so like avoiding me and it is pissing me off.
What's a good topic to write an essay about?
