Recently I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a story. Not necessarily a fictional one- an autobiography perhaps. I’ve even come up with a name for a fictional representation of myself, a guy with the Scottish name of Snum McTally, which could be an anagram of a phrase meaning “my petite quim”.
I’ve been egregiously cranky today; even more so than before. I had a certain contempt for everything and everyone, not unlike the Monday blues, except that today (yesterday) was Wednesday, not Monday. It’s that kind of crankiness that emanates from he who obviously lacks sleep. Don’t blame me for living in Pasir Ris, I’ve raised this matter to my parents who keep dismissing it as some wild dream I had again. Sooner or later I might just pull off a Josh and sleep in-campus or something. Imagine that! Sleeping at 12MN and waking at 7! Eh, forget it.
Before Physics, we entered the classroom with 3 girls and a guy in PE uniform who were ready to leave. Being the huge cranky thick-skulled nimrod I was, I went forth and complained rather audibly about the smell in the room (although if I remember correctly it was aimed at the guy because I had this feeling that girls didn’t have B.O.) Afterwards, Mr Tan was rather disapproving of my lack of chivalry.
“Didn’t they teach you anything in High School?” “To hold your breath and announce that the room smelt like testicles” (Something to that effect, but politer at least)
I became crankier after that, partially due to hatred at my unthinking and my annoyance at that person in my class who both smelt like ^&*( and treated me like a damned $%^#. YES, THAT ONE AGAIN. For the fun of it, I’ve started to count the number of unprovoked insults/assaults he’s aimed towards me, but occasionally I can’t stop myself from uttering a vicious insult back at him. It’s gormless tossers like these which make me HATE school.
There’s an Economics lecture test tomorrow. I’m not exactly sure if it’s the fatalistic confidence that I know “absolutely everything about Fiscal, Monetary and Supply-side Policies or if it’s the resignation to my fate, but I can safely say that I didn’t study enough. Instead, I spent my time wisely by rifling through intangible memorabilia such as chat logs, emails and blog posts. I came to realise that I didn’t enjoy Silicon Valley as much as I should’ve, and that’s a real pity. I still miss late-night chats too.
I’m sorry for my wordy rant, but I’ve resolved to write less like an idiot and more like an educated idiot. Damn, girls are such fantastic bloggers.
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