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as pure as the driven slush

la peste and other things

 Gawd, isn't he the cutest?! 

Anywho, onto...more unpleasant things. AKA, life. In which cuteass boys like the one up there are really effin' rare.

I just spent the past few hours perfecting an article in which I call out this pompous windbag called Keith Schneider on being a pompous windbag. Seriously, he comes into our school and delivers this sucker of an ugly political polemic that I have no energy to comment on at the mo'. It's during this lecture on the current water crisis that he's delivering as part of a top-notch journalistic organization called Circle of Blue. I could not be more disgusted with him; it's like he didn't even respect us enough as an intelligent and sentient audience to tamp down the rhetoric a little. I think bipartisan politics in school is fine if kept at a minimum, but not if you go the whole hog and in front of an audience with middle schoolers in it.

Am now trying to read Camus' La peste in full French. I don't know who the fuck I'm kidding; needing a dictionary for seven words per page means I'm in it for the long haul. Like, I'm on page two and all I know is that this novel takes place in Oran which is some place in Algeria with no pigeons and no trees and the only way you can tell the seasons have changed is from the sky. Also, something to do with baskets and wings. But what the hell, huh? If this is an excuse for "review" for my IB French exam tomorrow, I am so up for it.

I think I'm kind of fed up with high school for the last time. I guess you could say it's ending, one day at a time (like life, if you want to go all Palahniuk-y about it) , but damn, I just want it to be over. I don't want to go to graduation; it just seems like drawing it out into this one long over-the-top affair. I hate my school. It's like, just give me my diploma and let me go! On the plus side, I've got about two weeks to go until that day and then I'm home freeeeeee. It's back to Jersey in July, and I'm sad to say I might actually miss this city, even though I've always viewed it as a dump. I guess suburbia is kind of shite in comparison, if I think about it.

Oh right, that reminds me! IB is done tomorrow, too! Guess I've jumped through almost all the hoops for my secondary education, and it feels kinda surreal but still all kinds of awesome.

LOLOLOL I just saw that the world was supposed to end yesterday. All I wanna say is that if the Second Coming does come, I'd rather it be in the form of a zombie apocalypse. Is that so wrong? :P 





Shit-related idioms/words I MUST use in everyday conversation.

  • Shooting the shit
  • Shitflanges
  • The shit hath hitteth the fan
  • Shitting bricks
  • Shit-for-brains
  • Do bears shit in the woods?
  • To give the shits
  • To be the shits
  • Shit-listed!
  • How shitacular
  • Pantsshitter of the first water
 ...KK, I've fulfilled my loser quota for the day BYE

Political Typology: Post-Modern
 According to the Pew Research Center Political Typology Quiz, I’m a ....

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On a completely different note, IB exams are ongoing, and for nerdatron examophobes like me that is NOT GOOD NEWS. Especially since I have Chem on Monday and maybe 60 hours of exam material to go through. I had the English Paper 1, and Math Paper 1 & 2 this week, so...three down, eleven to go!

Sleepless elitist
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I've been called a vamp on many an occasion (as well as a "crazy Asian nerd machine", but I prefer "vamp" because it has sexier connotations) because of my unwillingness to sleep for more than four hours unless it's the weekend, in which case I gladly attach myself to my pillow (naturally, after 5AM - who am I to get caught asleep after dark?) as if my head were a magnet and the pillow a massive block of metal. 

In short: I AM SO A MEMBER OF THE SLEEPLESS ELITE. Well, minus the energetic, outgoing, optimistic, ambitious part. And the fact that I take frequent naps on the bus and in class.

...Okay, so I'm probably more nocturnal than anything else, although I'm constantly telling my body to adopt the Circadian rhythms of that elite 3% of the population, in the hopes that I will one day become one of them. 

Oh, I'm still alive, by the way. Even though I tend to act like I've pitched myself off the face of the planet. I'll be properly checking over my Flists and will start commenting again soon - all in due time!
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rip elizabeth :'(


Feeling the overwhelming urge to slap myself repeatedly on the face
shu qi
 So, um, I'm feeling the overwhelming urge to slap myself repeatedly on the face. I mean, self-loathing sets in, on average, maybe once a week, but it hasn't been so bad in a while. I wasn't particularly upset today, or anything - in fact, I had a pretty inane kind of day, during which I giggled stupidly a lot more than is healthy - but...urgh. The world is being pretty horrible at the mo', to a lot of really good people.

To look on the bright side, tomorrow is a different day! It will be better.

Japan earthquake
Stay strong, Japan...

I'm praying for you... :[

Fucking with your mind since 1999
Well, hello there. It's been all of a day...and I still feel obligated to post something. I guess I'm taking to this blogging thing better than I thought I would...

I'm super tired and not feeling particularly intelligible today, so sorry if there's some potential mindfuckery invoked. Actually, I don't even know if I should be apologizing. Can a mindfuck be a good thing as long as the mindfuckee sees it as consensual? DO YOU WANT TO BE MINDFUCKED? Oh, the things that keep me up at night.

By the way, I'm more than twelve years old, just in case you were wondering. I know it's more likely that you're not wondering, but hey, the title of this post, though brilliantly rhymey ("fucking with your mind since 1993" clearly doesn't have the same ring), is a tad misleading. And heh, I love how I write in this thing as if people are actually reading it. I think I'll keep this up; it makes me feel validated. 

ANYHOOZLES. Onto the actual stuff I wanted to discuss. Man, I am sidetracked waaaay too easily. My tangents aren't just tangents, they are tangents to tangents. No wait - a tangent can't have a tangent because-


I'll just stop now.


Writer's Block: Satisfying the craving
What's your favorite midnight snack, and why?

Literally anything I can get my hands on. I'd probably start munching on my keyboard if I were desperate enough.