I was trying to find a new skin but it didn't quite work out. Nothing really suited. Of course, just typing in 'God' in the search bar for blogskins.com didn't work. Pretty much pissed. I just wish I had more time.
Anyway, please read that short paragraph that I posted on the 14th of Jan, Wed. And comment on the tagboard. To think it all started with a short jog down a corridor with the wind in my face. And the purpose of the short jog? To switch staircases to get to my classroom. Such an inane action, and yet it sparks off a literary action. Perhaps I shall put it in my next composition and score better marks. Anyway, enough of the rambling. I need my beauty sleep anyway.
Signing off,
ex-current-persona non grata.
(heh. it means a non-acceptable person. Perhaps I am, I will never know...)
I've been a troublemaker since I was young.
When I was a baby, I regurgitated every single meal my mother fed me, and caused her much trouble in cleaning up.
In kindergarten, you'd think I was a cute little girl who loved school. No, you're wrong. Partially only though. I loved school. And part of it was driving my teacher mad. Once, I remember she was trying to teach us numbers, and much of the class didn't get the '17, 18, 19, to 20' part. They couldn't reconcile the fact that 19 went to 20. They thought 19 would go to something like 100. At that time, I thought I was in a class full of mentally incompetent, retarded little brats who were incapable of doing anything at all. Well, of course not in those exact words, but you see the huge, maniacally inflated ego I had back then, which is still a part of me now. I gave out this huge sigh when the teacher repeated the same explanation for the fourth time. I mean, if you didn't get it the first time, repeating the same thing is not going to help you understand. Use those neglected brains you've left to rot their in your unfortunately undersized craniums, guys. Wake up from your little reverie. The following conversation ensued: T - Teacher. EM - Egoistic Me.
T: Why'd you sigh?
EM: I'm bored.
T: Well, be more considerate to the rest of your counterparts, and just sit and listen.
EM: Yes Teacher.
- Couple of minutes later -
EM: Yawn. (It's a rather large yawn for one so small, with a mouth that is bigger than it looks.)
T: You're being rude, don't you know?
EM: Oh. Sorry. Just that this is the fifth time you're saying the same thing. I think if the people didn't understand it, saying the exact same thing word for word is not going to help. Maybe you should do it another way.
T: Don't tell me how to teach. Go stand in the corridor outside.
End of conversation. Well, that was pretty humiliating, 'cause I thought I was doing the teacher a good turn and giving her a nice suggestion. So there you go, giving teachers suggestions and making wiseacre remarks get you in the bad books of the teacher. But hey yo, I was five, so maybe you'd like to actually put spend some time with your severely neglected intellect and keep it from growing mold and decomposing, huh? heh, another wiseacre suggestion that I don't think will get me very far in some people's social graces, nor their good books.
He opened the door a crack, letting a small sliver of light through. He poked out his head cautiously and surveyed the corridor, glancing up and down it. Satisfied that it was empty and that no one was coming down his way, he tentatively stepped out. He felt a breeze coming on his face, the freshest air he had had in months. He shut the door quietly behind him, taking a moment to enjoy the cool night air on his face. Time to go, his subconscious said. He closed his eyes and relied on his subconscious to lead him along. He sprinted down the length of the corridor, eyes tightly shut against the world. He gulped hungrily at the delectable air enveloping him. What a change from the stale, musty air he had been used to! Run, his subconscious urged him on. He put on a burst of speed, going down the never ending corridor, going on, on, on, to that little glimmer of light in the distance, knowing that it led to a door...And finally, he reached the door. He paused at the doorway. Screw it! No looking back! No regrets about this! He leaped outside, feeling his very body vibrate and disintegrate, down into its very particles, cells, and finally his memory...He melted into the air, leaping up and becoming part of the dark night sky, the black blanket that enveloped the earth.
"NO!" A last frantic cry came from the doorway. "Noooo..." The voice trailed off. A man in a once-white lab coat collapsed onto his knees. "Damn the world!" Then, his countenance changed. "I know," he whispered. "I can do it!" He seemed to summon up power from within, deep within the recesses of his memory. Then he leaped into the sky, and followed after his friend.
I currently have a new piece of music that I am obsessed with. It is entitled, Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin. Yes, classical...I love classical, which some of my classmates think is odd because I like alternate, punk, rock, hardcore...so in conclusion my father said I was an oddball.
Well, I know I haven't been posting. But anyway, I have an excuse. I haven't been in the mood, nor did I feel that there was a sufficient reason to post. So, what sparks this latest post? My absolute disappointment in the people in this bloody school, mgASS. SO, as I was saying, the school decided to have a new CCA, Calligraphy and Chinese Painting. And, I, as a Calligraphy Nut, decided to join. But the twist comes here. What happens is that I passed my Chinese teacher this morning on the way to the Music Room where I was supposed to have Music. And she said that the CCA was scrapped, 'cause we need at least ten people to start, and at the CCA Open House only four people signed up. What a let-down. I thought more people would be interested! I mean, after the 'Enjoy Chinese' thing we had, and a calligraphy teacher specially coming in to demonstrate, the people interested still seem awfully little...I'm at my wit's end. With Denise and I and the four people, we need four more to start. PLEASE, ANY MG GIRLS, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, ASK AROUND. PLEASE. ASK AROUND YOUR CLASS, OTHER CLASSES...ANYTHING. I MEAN IT. REALLY. Thanks. I know I sound desperate. I am. And I know I am.