Well... I am lost for words of what just happens moments ago (when writing this as a draft)...
It takes skills to lose a plastic spoon within two mintues of first recieving it for my raspberry and peach yoguet parfait from Starbucks. It just goes to prove my klutziness still attacks me like a dead baby.
Sorry for bringing up the dead baby... Jordan and I were trying to crack dead baby jokes earlyier today... Haha
What's the difference between a watermelon and a dead baby?
A watermelon floats.
Haha... sorry, I just had to put it in.
Anyways... Where was I? Oh yes, due to my confused look of wondering where the heck I put that spoon, the lady next to me giggled. I asked her if she've seen my spoon. She didnt. T__T *Sighs*.
I guess I should mention (if I haven't done so already, too lazy to check with my older posts) that I've dropped my Planning 10 class with Mz.Z (yay!) acouple months ago. I'm trying to take it online now. I called the people who were organizing it and left a message. They called back and left a message. I called them back again and left a message.
They didn't call me back yet. *Sighs*. I hate playing cat and mouse through answering machines. *Sighs*.
So no way I'm passing Planning 10 now before next semester. Shitfaced.
Well the only good thing about this is that I have a spare now for my D block (yay!).
So what do I do during my spare? CRASH ANOTHER CLASS OFCORSE! =D
Haha, nah I don't cause that much damage, but I do randomly for the majority of time, chill in Ms.P's English 11 class.
Just sit in the back, relax, and eat a shitload of crackers.
Mhmm... it reminds me of how I used to spend my time in that class last year (when I was actually in it). How the heck did I pass anyways? Oh well, Ms.P is amazing!
Today I went there again for my spare but I didn't stay long.
I walked down my favourite street to the Starbucks next to Chinatown.
And this is when the mystery of where my spoon go began.
Closed my umbrella (will be talking about umbrellas sooner or later...), ordered a latte, yogurt, spoon... ETC.
BUT I SWEAR TO YOU. THAT FREKIN PLASTIC SPOON WAS IN MY HAND. WHERE THE HECK DID IT GO?
It will remain a mystery until I die.
Fuck me.
Trying to finish The Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke. Translated ofcrose. =P
So long and farewell?
I guess things are going well lately, acouple hiccups here and there but it won't kill me just yet. Haha. School... meh it's school, so I'm failing Planning (again) *Sighs*. I'm tempted to drop it (again) and to finish it next year. I am suppose to be gradding this year but due to the consequences of life these past years... Im' behind in credits and will need to take another semester to finally grad.In a way I understand that Planning is essential to grad but honestly (no offense Mz.Z, but I prefer you as a Socials teacher instead) the teaching of it is giving me a headache. I know she means well and that she does try really hard to get us more involved... but it doesn't seem to be working well... especially when I, myself thinks that this is a load of bullshit. It doesn't help for my case that Mz.Z doesnt like me and isn't exactly "impressed" with my working habits, of which I have none because I don't do any work. It is my fault for my failures in school and for letting things in lfe pull me down. I am, I suppose, lazy and unmotivated. I don't know how it started, I wasn't like this when I was younger? My head hurts from just trying to figure it out.That reminds me... even if it doesn't relate to anything I was typing beforehand... but I still need to remember to talk to Darryel... Mhmm... potential sabotage heading towards his direction? Maybe. Haha. Probably will give that paranoid freak a heart attack. God, I need to get some chronic... for my good old' Sara relaxing time. =]I really wished that the weekend didn't have to end. I wanted to spend another night at his place. Makes me feel safe. =]Woah... this morning was... well, alot of stuff was going on. *Sighs*. I'm quite concerned for my friends. One just had a breakdown, another might possibly have phenomena and then there's something wrong with my sister. It's so hard cause there's something wrong going on and I can't do anything about it! She won't even tell me. I feel so hopeless.I do hope she does eventually talk to someone about it... it sounds too big of a deal for her to handle by herself. We're best friends, sisters for life... What would it possibly be that she refuses to tell me? I'm worried for her. =[Almost cried while watching the news the other night... a woman and a ten year old boy died in a car crash in Vernon earlier this week. They were struck by a oncoming truck.It reminds me of Dayton. =[So long and farewell?
