Photos below pretty much sums up how I'm doing in school. More like, what I shouldn't be doing in school, HAHAHAHA. Camwhoring because awesome Andrea brought her laptop to school, and guess what, we are supposed to be discussing about PW. Oh man, when people of the some kind are in the same group, terror begins. Let's go.
School is fun. My class is fun. Floorball is fun. Studying isn't fun. But there are times when I hope I don't have to do shit and all I think about is myself. Recently, quite a number of things happened and I'm just gonna rant here. Here goes, I don't understand why my classmates are quite childish, they make jokes that are sometimes not funny, and sometimes hurtful. The pop. kids in class acts like the boss, dissing others without thinking of the consequences. I mean, if we were in pri sch, of course, if we were in sec sch, I'll let it go. But we are freaking 17 year old people and here we are, talking without thinking. Its my job, I know. But shouldn't the rest of you just be like, more cooperative? It kind of pisses me off when some just go overboard, aren't you people ashamed, hello? Then there's this other thing, with people age 17 and 18, starting up a rumour, because of a tweet, because of something insignificant posted on whatsapp. Its just funny. Get a freaking life. You people might think that its fun to pass rumours around but imagine you were the one involved, how would you feel? Wouldn't you want others to stop their stupid actions? Worse still, its not even real. Oh please, act your age, act like your position. I don't even know how you became the damn captain okay. Freaking irresponsible and nonsensical. I seriously feel like saying it in your face: shut the fuck up bastard, mind your own business, I don't fucking need you to start a rumour about me, I don't fucking need you to help me gain all the fucking attention I don't even want. Fucking hell, just do your job as a captain, which you are not even doing and get a fucking life. Surprised at how I actually beat you in the number of times saying fuck, by just opening your darn mouth? Bitch please. Then there's this last thing. I think I'm getting over it okay. I just don't want to bother with what you are unhappy about because I feel that I have done my job. I helped with the carnival blah shit, I gave suggestions about pt plan (which you don't even a fuck about), I went and was on time for pt, I never missed a single pt nor training (what a good role model). I don't think you deserve your job. And honestly, I mind that people are actually discussing about me, but I don't give two fucks about it, you know why, because what they are spreading, what they are discussing, what they are commenting about, isn't even real. I find it stupid, so yeah.
Here's me after racking my brains for math, did chem, doing econs and eom at the same time, not yet done with studying for chem test on monday, not even started with chi oral presentation on monday, not to even talk about hist, which I don't even know how to get started on. okay, I'm screwed.
I may be not prepared for school, but life goes on, so here's what I need for daily happy pills.
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