So I woke up this morning, really psyched because school was only till 1 PM. As usual, I tried to sneak out in one of my old skirts (You see, my new ones are what I like to call He Man skirts - they have all these prissy silver buckles on the side and are MILES long - I'm not even exaggerating). So I lucked out, and found one of my older skirts, which, coincidentally, is dangerously high above the knees :P But what I do is pull them down to PRETEND they're He-Man skirts, sometimes pulling them so far that they nearly fall off; in order to appease my mum.
So after finding a decent skirt and downing my standard glass of milk and eating my compulsory 5 almonds, I was out the door. You see, recently I'm really happy because I've finally added new songs to my iPod. My iPod wire was screwed up, my computer is screwed up, and consequently iTunes was screwed up. But finally, I managed to surpass all three of these seemingly insurmountable problems by
a) borrowing my best friend's boyfriend's iPod wire
b) Downloading iTunes onto my dad's computer
c) Transferring all the music in my computer to his
d) Re-syncing my iPod
So yeah, patience IS a virtue. This is exactly what I was thinking, humming happily along to some Static Lullaby song until I walked headfirst into a tree; and apologized to it.
Yeah..these things happen quite often.
Anyway, I'm upset because my big yellow Spongebob bag is coming apart at the seams. Believe me when I say it's the cutest thing ever. I'm going to miss it...or better still, get it fixed. I've been forced to substitute it with my hippy-esque smileys/rainbows/peace signs one which I bought in Paris. Oh well, I'm sure it'll all work out in the end. :P
Unfortunately, this morning, when I put on my uniform I neglected to notice that I was missing the top button on my shirt. An artistic friend of mine has now labelled me a "button slut" because he could 'see stuff' in math class. So, I, the miracle inventor, used an upside-down hair clip as a makeshift button. In my defense, NOBODY had a safety pin. Not even those housekeeping ladies.
Well, ToK class is never worth talking about. I made up some more bullshit about how man is nowhere without truth, and his very existence is defined by the absolute truth; etc. etc. Of course, I felt supremely inferior (is that even possible?) to a friend of mine who also happens to be in that class since she keeps quoting all these scientific journals and intellectual-sounding publications...oh well.
Fortunately, school ended on a good note because I achieved full marks in a B&M test I was seriously dreading getting back. Who would have thought? :)
So now I'm back home - I'd intended to dedicate all of today to my Extended Essay, but between sleeping, eating popcorn, counselling people and going to dentist appointments, I couldn't seem to find time. And here I am, blogging since I've resolved to blog regularly now.
Anyway, EE calls.
Signing off :)
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
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