Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Monthlies...and stuff

So the torture is on and the school has decided to give the IBY1's their first dose of 'Monthly Tests'. So for starters, I decided to change Economics SL to History SL because of the pathetic-ness of teaching I am facing. The teacher is odd and talks about the most irrelevant stuff and she doesn't like me (possibly this is due to the fact that I am the only girl in the class) and she puts it across in a rather cynical way. So anyway, I don't need Economics in the field I want to pursue later on anyway and history is interesting and easier to score in and it is more suited to me (or I to it, whichever suits). So yeah, I am catching up on everything I missed out in it and then I will have to do Chemistry tomorrow and then Biology and Math over the weekend and I should be settled for the tests. I am going to try and take them as seriously as I possibly can as they are counted for the final IBY1 Grade apparently (either that or they're using some cynical method to scare us) and those are the Grades we send for applications to universities or something. So anyway! Apart from all this, my class is weird but some people are funny. Most people are weird but I guess I'm just in this for the education. I backed out of the President's Star Charity dance auditions because it's apparently a SOLO recital. Do they honestly expect ME to come up with a 3-minute-self-choreographed-dance in ONE day? Na-ah. So yeah. That's outta the question. And I am on a CAS(for the uninitiated, Creativity Action Service hours are like...CIP)-hour claiming spree. Claiming hours from wherever I can. SO YEAH! I decided not to rant about the fashion show disaster that day as I got to claim 6 CAS hours and my friends made me feel better. I love y'all for that okay!

WELL. I have nothing left to say. So. Giveuponmenow. I have 'Kunt' by KoRn stuck in my head. Life is Peachy, indeed it is.

because oxygen is a drug
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