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Saturday, July 24, 2004
I so so so hate bloody PW. It's Saturday, there's no school - so why the hell am I complaining about PW? BECAUSE. It's such a pain everywhere. Not just in the ass, every-freaking-where. Arrrgghh. My stupid GPF wasn't handed in yesterday, so (Ms) Jamie Tan's gonna dock some marks off our assessment grade. I wasn't even in school yesterday. This sucks BIG-TIME.
Gross PW aside, I had a GP test today. Dragged myself out of bed early this morning to the soothing sound of raindrops pattering on the roof above. Felt so much like crawling back to sleep. It was sheer torture hauling myself out of bed and forcing my feet to walk me to the bathroom. Sigh.
There was an accident on the highway on my way to school this morning. The rain was falling in sheets and visibility was almost nil. It's during times like these when I'm glad that I don't know how to drive. I can just see myself crashing my car the moment it rains out of complete panic next time. *shudders- So yeeesss.. Guess I won't be driving anytime soon. (Sorry Carol. :P)
I've thrown away this GP grade. For sure. I had almost nothing to write for the essay and the summary was RUBBISH. Absolute crap. If that's their idea of a joke... *sighs* Well, it's a damn bad one. And the LT was freezing. I wonder if they knew what they were doing when they blasted the air-con this morning. Like, hello?? Are we living in different dimensions or something? It's bloody raining, for crying out loud. Rainy weather=Cold. Or do they just not GET IT??
Dad's finally replaced the other monitor. FINALLY. No more slamming the screen against the wall and risking knocking a hole through. No more thumping of the monitor in a vain attempt to make a semblence of decipher-able words and pictures appear on-screen. No more bitching over who gets to use this computer with the cable connection (though the other one's on modem, but getting the screen to work is a start.)
New resolution: Try not to message anymore for the remaining week of this month. I've only just exceeded my 360-limit, and dad's threatening to take my sim next month if what happened the past few months repeats itself Straaaangeeness. According to my bills, I'd sent roughly an average of 1000 messages a month. I don't even remember being that busy on the phone. Like huh??? OH well. Have resorted to stuffing my phone in some secluded corner of my bag in an attempt to resist the temptation to reply to not-so-important messages.
I'm starving. Growl.
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