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You know. Everyone reckons it’s stupid to have a blog. That’s because they don’t have blogs. Just because I type at least 5 times faster than I write. I’d go with about 6.4 anyways. It’s not like I don’t have a diary (though I rarely use it), but stuff them all. This is my blog, I don’t particularly care if they read it, though I do wish they wouldn’t. If they’re disinterested, then why should they bother? Nevermind.
Mm, let’s see. Tomorrow is Good Friday, that means no MSN, no games, no pop music (pssht) or TV or anything. In all honesty, I look forward to it with great anticipation, minus the fact it’s more than 24 hours without talking to Ivy. Nevertheless, I really needed the excuse to not be distracted by the endless free time of the weekend and just get down to solid work without any time wasting. Of course, we all know this is impossible being the brilliant procrastinator I am, but I plan to bloody well try. In addition, there’s no school until Wednesday meaning I’ve got a gazillion years to catch up on everything.
Meanwhile, (lots of random junk to say), we had to hand in our Project Compassion boxes today. They’re basically donation boxes given to us at the start of lent, almost 40 days ago now. I’m a strong believer in helping the poor, but something tells me a lot of people would look down upon me if I just sold everything I had and went to live with them. It’s not fair for people to be rich when 10 000 people die of world hunger every day. Anyway, I donated $95.60, which is about twice as much as the second highest, and about 10 times as much as what everyone else put. I don’t particularly mind the statistics, but on reflection, I shouldn’t have put my name in that stupid receipt form inside the box. I can’t resist filling out those "Name, Address, Phone number" questions. Arr, bunch of people think I’m rich now, I don’t want to publicise that. If it becomes a big deal, then I would have done it for the publicity. I just want to help the people who live off a bowl of rice every day.
Anyways, this was a while ago but I never bothered writing. Maths class, some poor sucker’s phone started ringing this rock’n’roll tune. You could hear "Oh shit!" come from the front of the class lol. Mr Quatermaine, also head of our year, said "Spec-tacular! Bring it here." He handed it over. "You can have it back at the end of the day", and everyone was like "Oooooooooh! Naughty boy!" Heh heh heh, I tried not to join in. Poor guy. "See me at the end of class."
I stuck around to hear what Mr Q. had to say to him.
"Why the hell would someone call you?" "I don’t know sir." "Well why do you have your mobile on you?" "I was late this morning, I just grabbed it and went. I didn’t have time to put it in my bag." "Well, right. Don’t let me catch you with it again, or I’ll confiscate it for a week. Put it away. Now." "Yes sir. Thanks."
Ah, poor bastard. Guess what the message said? "Hi honey, I miss you… Chu. I feel sad, but I’ll be all right later. Hope you’re having a good day. I love you John <3" or something along those lines. Yep, that was me. On the plus side, he gave me an elastic band with it because he strapped a note saying it was mine. I used it to fire at Pete ^^
Another distant memory. It just came back to me a couple’a days ago, been meaning to restore it for no particular reason. Back in Year 7, 3 years ago or so, I remember Jessica and I were talking about magic. She didn’t believe I could do magic (which I honestly believed I could- I could curse people) and said she could. She made me run faster, saying a quick rhyme that went something like "Wind beneath your feet, swift and light, run faster through the night." Despite the fact it was day. Anyway, I said,
"I don’t believe it." And I took off, sprinting at what I considered light speed and skidded to a stop, by turning my feet sideways (y’know how the ice skaters do it?), in front of Katrina. I remember the dust clouds from the dry earth, and it was at that moment, I believed I could outrun Roadrunner. Yay to psychology and the feeble minds of children.
Aaaaanyways, I should probably get going. If you’ve read this long, you have my kudos. Toodle doo then. Au revoir, until another time.
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