Hi guys :D
I just wanted to talk about my science lesson on Thursday.
Miss Walsh gave us the science assignment on Monday and its due next monday.
But on Thursday everyone's like "Oh we can't find info" and she's like whatever it's still due on Monday. ㅠㅠ
Then 5 mins later she goes "I'm going to hand out 4 pages to you and they're your hw for next monday" D:
She's so friggin mean :(
And when we received the pages we noticed they were 4 DOUBLE SIDED pages D:
Then she goes "Oh and I forgot one more"
And she gives us another page of hw.
SO SO SO SO SO MEAN :(
Oh and on Monday I had math tutor.
He reads the question and then he goes...
그래서 있잖아 plane 이 overhead 에 flying 하고 있거든...
and I'm like no shit man its flying in the sea =='
HAHA he can be so ghey at times :)
And then he's explaining to me about a trig question and he draws the diagram.
Then he draws a stick figure with a triangle dress as the woman and he draws the tree as a stick with a cloud shape on top.
And it looked like a preschool kids drawing :D
I was LOLing for 10mins until he got really pissed :)
btw
I won't be posting alot.
AGAIN cus I hav 4 assignments :(
sorry ne~
I'll post as soon as I finish them all
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
I came across this and it sounded cool
so ii decided to post it :D
I don't know what love is.
I don't want to know.
I don't want to see him walk away with some other girl.
I don't want to feel abandoned.
How am I sure, you ask, that I'll be rejected?
Because. Because I'm a worthless piece of nothing. If I could be anything, anything at all- a pencil, a snail, a helping hand- I'd give up my whole life.
But I'm nothing. Only a memory fighting to stay alive. Only the hollow remembrance of a man once alive.
You're something, then, you say. You're a memory.
Yes, I reply, and you smile. You think that you solved all my problems. You think I can be happy now, knowing that I'm something, knowing that I'm a memory.
But I'm not. A memory, I mean. Perhaps I was once in someone's memory. And I struggle to keep that alive, so that I won't be completely forgotten. But no, that's not what I am.
I won't say it, though. I'll watch you smile.
You stand up and leave.
I look at myself, the nothing that makes me. I pretend to feel the aching pang in my chest. I pretend to feel burning tears rolling down my cheeks.
I pretend I have a heart.
I pretend I love you.
No.
Even if the rest of it's a lie, that isn't.
I love you.
I don't feel the pang in my chest, I don't feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, I don't have a heart.
But I love you.
Because. Because I'm insane.
And I look down again, at nothing, and I realize that I am something.
I'm hopelessly attached to you.
I know what love is.
But I wish I didn't have to know.
I watch him walk away with someone else.
And I feel broken.
How do you know what being broken feels like?
Because. Because that's what I was my whole life. If I could be whole, whole for just one day, I'd give up my whole life.
But I'm broken. Only a shattered dream. Only a numbing helplessness.
Only a wish to be near the warmth, the safeness of your light.
I love you.
so ii decided to post it :D
I don't know what love is.
I don't want to know.
I don't want to see him walk away with some other girl.
I don't want to feel abandoned.
How am I sure, you ask, that I'll be rejected?
Because. Because I'm a worthless piece of nothing. If I could be anything, anything at all- a pencil, a snail, a helping hand- I'd give up my whole life.
But I'm nothing. Only a memory fighting to stay alive. Only the hollow remembrance of a man once alive.
You're something, then, you say. You're a memory.
Yes, I reply, and you smile. You think that you solved all my problems. You think I can be happy now, knowing that I'm something, knowing that I'm a memory.
But I'm not. A memory, I mean. Perhaps I was once in someone's memory. And I struggle to keep that alive, so that I won't be completely forgotten. But no, that's not what I am.
I won't say it, though. I'll watch you smile.
You stand up and leave.
I look at myself, the nothing that makes me. I pretend to feel the aching pang in my chest. I pretend to feel burning tears rolling down my cheeks.
I pretend I have a heart.
I pretend I love you.
No.
Even if the rest of it's a lie, that isn't.
I love you.
I don't feel the pang in my chest, I don't feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, I don't have a heart.
But I love you.
Because. Because I'm insane.
And I look down again, at nothing, and I realize that I am something.
I'm hopelessly attached to you.
I know what love is.
But I wish I didn't have to know.
I watch him walk away with someone else.
And I feel broken.
How do you know what being broken feels like?
Because. Because that's what I was my whole life. If I could be whole, whole for just one day, I'd give up my whole life.
But I'm broken. Only a shattered dream. Only a numbing helplessness.
Only a wish to be near the warmth, the safeness of your light.
I love you.
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