OH MY GOSH (Despite what people may think, I do respect authority. See? I didn't use the Lord's name in vain. From now on I shall be referring to the Lord as "One-Who-Can-Not-Be-Named" or "OWCNBN" for short)
getting back to topic...
I am now officially a rebel. I have just strolled out of the school gate during the fifth period, passed a few occupied teachers. Why? To meet up with Henry. No, I do not like him - I'm not into nerdy Asians. My friends convinced me I should wag Commerce and stop being such s freak. Apparently I'm the only one in the group who hasn't skipped a class this term.
Usually when we wag,we wander around the music school, pretending we're waiting for our lessons, or we just walk around aimlessly, looking as if we're heading somewhere. I am the first brave soul (within our group) to actually leave the school ground in full view of teachers. Sarah gawped when she learned of my plan. I feel sorry for that girl sometimes; her brain-cell development is tardy.
She reminds me of Audrey; abnormally wide eyes, and the dazed expression. Sometimes I wonder if Audrey is socially...challenged. The last time I attempted to be friendly (which was in year 7), I greeted her as she made her way to her locker, hugging a pile of books (which I believe were dictionaries). Her eyes widened to approximately twice their size, all her limbs froze, and her precious books crashed onto the floor.
I am not exaggerating here. This is how sad this school is getting.
I don't even think she has any friends. Perhaps she's friend with that Anna(I've found out that she is actually Anna, not Annie. Anna [KATHERINE, WHAT'S YOUR LAST NAME?]) Wherever there's one of them, you'd sure to find the other lurking around somewhere.
Take this lunch-break for example:
I walked pass Audrey, singing her heart out on the old couch in the music school. She was rather out-of-tune and squeaky - like the music one gets when pedalling a rusty old bicycle. She'd be perfect to sing the Speech Night songs. They suit her style: piercing and gay [IS THIS TOO MEAN?]She didn't realise I was there though, so I just hurried out. I was too shocked to confront her. Anyways, I needed to check my make-up before I meet up with Henry. I like the sound of that name: Henry, Hen-ry, Henrie (in French accent).
As I was just fixing my foundation (it was rubbing off. The quality of Channel foundation is terrible. I'm only using it because it's in fashion now), I glimpsed Anna staring at me as she attempted to edge around the group to go into the music school. Probably going to support Audrey in her ambition - whatever it may be. Why would anyone randomly sing (badly) in public?
They must be friends. I wonder how Anna stands Audrey's singing.
Pray OWCNBN, dad doesn't find out about me wagging. While he doesn't mind me joining the Peroxide Group (as those retarded Asians labeled us), he expected me to focus on my studies. He would seriously kill me if he finds out I'm going out with a guy. Even knowing a guy would result in me being moved to another school, and this time forced to hang out with "studious friends".
I am leading a double life. This is not healthy is it?
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Anna the Average #2
Wow. Audrey sounds really nasally and screechy when she sings. I'll die if she's auditioning for a solo part at Speech Night. Like, literally, I will die.
BUT WAIT. One might have the impression that I had purposefully gone our of my way to hear Know-It-All Audrey sing. THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
But like, yeah. I'll start from the beginning.
The Peroxides [I mean, don't you think that this is such a befitting name? LOL] were blocking up the corridor with their ridiculous and mindless conversations that usually run like this:
"Like, Jen, don't you just love my new mascara? It's like Channel. Don't I look hot?"
"Oh my gosh, you so do Phillipa. I think maybe I'll get Channel next time too. Then that'll complete my whole Channel set! This is like, so exciting! (high-pitched squeal) I can't stand anything other than Channel. I mean, everything else is just so out, you know?"
"That is like, so true. But Dolce and Gabana is so cool too."
"Um, can you not butt into our conversations Sarah? Jen and I are like, kinda talking at the moment."
I noticed Autumn was sitting with a compact open while checking some invisible spot on her cheek. You're obviously blind Autumn, the pimple volcano is on your forehead. Hasn't anyone ever told you that foundation is not good for the skin during puberty?
Pfft.. probably not. I wonder what will happen if I slip that piece of advice in her Kris Kringle note? I hope she liked my touch with the book.
But shame Anna! You're wandering from the main point.
Long story short: Because the Peroxides were taking their blessed time clearing the corridor, I had forgotten that I had a music lesson, then remembered and rushed over to the music school. Realizing that I was probably early, I sat there, craving for one of the fatty potato cakes that were selling fast in the canteen (transfatty foods are the bane of my existence). It was then that I heard the most horrible noise.
Shock. Horror.
It was Audrey singing a rendition of You Raise Me Up. Badly. Very Badly.
Rumors are that Audrey, the Teacher's Pet, has perfect pitch and is apparently, highly musical. So not true. SHE SINGS OUT OF TUNE. LIKE REALLY OUT OF TUNE.
I think I must have made a gasping sound because Audrey suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. Her eyes looked unnaturally big at that moment.
I quickly exited the room, seeking a way to not hear her sing again. On my way out, I noticed that a yellow post-it was on Audrey's glasses and I made a comment of it. I wonder if she heard me? She looked quite devastated.
Poor girl, I almost feel sorry for her. She must be so embarrassed. I think I'll pretend I was temporarly deaf that day.
Then again, maybe I should be the one to tell her to not sing in public, let alone for an audition.
Oh good God. What a dillemma.
BUT WAIT. One might have the impression that I had purposefully gone our of my way to hear Know-It-All Audrey sing. THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
But like, yeah. I'll start from the beginning.
The Peroxides [I mean, don't you think that this is such a befitting name? LOL] were blocking up the corridor with their ridiculous and mindless conversations that usually run like this:
"Like, Jen, don't you just love my new mascara? It's like Channel. Don't I look hot?"
"Oh my gosh, you so do Phillipa. I think maybe I'll get Channel next time too. Then that'll complete my whole Channel set! This is like, so exciting! (high-pitched squeal) I can't stand anything other than Channel. I mean, everything else is just so out, you know?"
"That is like, so true. But Dolce and Gabana is so cool too."
"Um, can you not butt into our conversations Sarah? Jen and I are like, kinda talking at the moment."
I noticed Autumn was sitting with a compact open while checking some invisible spot on her cheek. You're obviously blind Autumn, the pimple volcano is on your forehead. Hasn't anyone ever told you that foundation is not good for the skin during puberty?
Pfft.. probably not. I wonder what will happen if I slip that piece of advice in her Kris Kringle note? I hope she liked my touch with the book.
But shame Anna! You're wandering from the main point.
Long story short: Because the Peroxides were taking their blessed time clearing the corridor, I had forgotten that I had a music lesson, then remembered and rushed over to the music school. Realizing that I was probably early, I sat there, craving for one of the fatty potato cakes that were selling fast in the canteen (transfatty foods are the bane of my existence). It was then that I heard the most horrible noise.
Shock. Horror.
It was Audrey singing a rendition of You Raise Me Up. Badly. Very Badly.
Rumors are that Audrey, the Teacher's Pet, has perfect pitch and is apparently, highly musical. So not true. SHE SINGS OUT OF TUNE. LIKE REALLY OUT OF TUNE.
I think I must have made a gasping sound because Audrey suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. Her eyes looked unnaturally big at that moment.
I quickly exited the room, seeking a way to not hear her sing again. On my way out, I noticed that a yellow post-it was on Audrey's glasses and I made a comment of it. I wonder if she heard me? She looked quite devastated.
Poor girl, I almost feel sorry for her. She must be so embarrassed. I think I'll pretend I was temporarly deaf that day.
Then again, maybe I should be the one to tell her to not sing in public, let alone for an audition.
Oh good God. What a dillemma.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Audrey #2
It's actually Anna's turn but I just felt like writing, so, yeah. WHEN YOU SEE THIS YOU MUST WRITE YOUR POST !!
-the lovely audrey enters-
--
Sometimes I find myself wondering why I even bother to go out in public. I mean, let's think about this.
1. I have no friends.
2. I have no real need to go to school as I can study at home.
3. There's actually no point in studying as despite the fact that I am a nerd i am failing maths.
4. Okay, so my self esteem is so low it's not funny. Going out in public just makes it get lower.
5. It's really hot right now and there's no aircon outside.
6. Everytime I go out, people stare at me strangely. Perhaps it is my round glasses, which I purchased several years ago during the dark time in my life when I was needlessly obsessed with Harry Potter.
7. I also cannot sing in public. What's the point of singing if you have nobody to sing to? Or anything to sing about?
8. Actually, i have many things to sing about. Such as the fact that I will never accomplish anything.
9. Someone who will never accomplish anything is just troublesome to the rest of society. God, I mean, if you were a normal person, would you like to talk to someone like me? It’s really no wonder I have no friends. I have nothing to offer in a friendship. Really, there is just no point in living. I wonder what would happen if I -
Sigh.
Suicidal tendencies die hard.
NO, WAIT. I HAVE A REASON FOR LIVING.
I've decided on my new goal! I think that I will write a song expressing the awfulness of my life. How amazing. What an appropriate place to think of a goal such as this! Yes, right now I'm sitting in the music school again. Oh, look - my oboe teacher just waved at me. How nice of her! I feel really touched, actually. A simple wave means a lot when you have no friends.
Wow, I feel a lot better already! I wonder if I could be bipolar -
Oh my god. Who is that. Is that who i think it is??
Is that Autumn?? WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE??
Let me explain exactly why someone like Autumn [lastname] should never be in the music school. Well, the music school is a place only for musical nerds like me and those overly responsible students who seem to be everywhere, like Anna. Very few blonde people ever set foot inside the music school, lest they be contaminated with Nerdymusic Stigma. Except for the few blonde musicians out there, that is.
Autumn is not only blonde but she is, in fact, an Asian who has dyed her hair blonde. In fact, I can see her black regrowths right now. They're the same colour as her eyeliner. God, how much makeup does she wear??
Note: I do not own any makeup and I would never ever dye my hair blonde for fear of being socially ostracised from the rest of the known world.
Anyway, Autumn is for some reason mysteriously popular with our teachers, despite the fact that she's one of the group [what's the name of this group? The Blondes? like. no. please.]. In fact, I would find it extremely annoying if I didn't harbour a secret and embarrassing admiration for the girl.
I think it's quite understandable though that a nerd like me would admire someone like Autumn. Teachers love her; she has so many friends it's not funny, and even though she's occasionally bitchy it's quite mild compared to some of the other members of [that group]. Not to mention that with her blonde hair, black eyes and confident manner, she is really overly attractive.
No wonder so many guys like her.
She's walking by right now, with her head raised confidently, a perfect constant smile plastered on her perfect face. Just looking at her makes me feel like a complete failure at life.
...in complete disregard of Music School convention, she's talking to someone on her mobile phone. The newest, most expensive model, obviously. It's rumored that her family is extremely rich and lives in a mansion. Then again, it's also rumored that she's had implants.
Actually, there might be some substance to that theory after all, now that I listen to her conversation. "...guys kept looking down my shirt...gosh, who do they think they are? As if i would ever go out with someone like that...don't they know...fake..."
Her voice is of a medium pitch and has a slight Asian accent.
Sigh.
Ah, she's gone now. I don't think she saw me, luckily. People like Autumn should not be forced to witness the utter nerdiness of my person. Who knows? Drawn in like the millions of guys she attracts, I might wave. My glasses might fall off. Who knows what might happen.
I pity those poor boys who set eyes on Autumn; she's never gone out with a single one. Their love is always unrequited. And I know that she flirts with them. God, I hope that she never meets...
Oh dear. Must not think of him.
Oh, god. It's so painful.
I really didn't need to bring that up.
Ahh, anyway, that brings me to the last reason I should never go out in public.
10. I know that I will only ever love one guy and that he doesn't even like me so there's no point in going out as I am in utter despair and will only depress others with the grey upsetting cloud hanging over me.
-the lovely audrey enters-
--
Sometimes I find myself wondering why I even bother to go out in public. I mean, let's think about this.
1. I have no friends.
2. I have no real need to go to school as I can study at home.
3. There's actually no point in studying as despite the fact that I am a nerd i am failing maths.
4. Okay, so my self esteem is so low it's not funny. Going out in public just makes it get lower.
5. It's really hot right now and there's no aircon outside.
6. Everytime I go out, people stare at me strangely. Perhaps it is my round glasses, which I purchased several years ago during the dark time in my life when I was needlessly obsessed with Harry Potter.
7. I also cannot sing in public. What's the point of singing if you have nobody to sing to? Or anything to sing about?
8. Actually, i have many things to sing about. Such as the fact that I will never accomplish anything.
9. Someone who will never accomplish anything is just troublesome to the rest of society. God, I mean, if you were a normal person, would you like to talk to someone like me? It’s really no wonder I have no friends. I have nothing to offer in a friendship. Really, there is just no point in living. I wonder what would happen if I -
Sigh.
Suicidal tendencies die hard.
NO, WAIT. I HAVE A REASON FOR LIVING.
I've decided on my new goal! I think that I will write a song expressing the awfulness of my life. How amazing. What an appropriate place to think of a goal such as this! Yes, right now I'm sitting in the music school again. Oh, look - my oboe teacher just waved at me. How nice of her! I feel really touched, actually. A simple wave means a lot when you have no friends.
Wow, I feel a lot better already! I wonder if I could be bipolar -
Oh my god. Who is that. Is that who i think it is??
Is that Autumn?? WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE??
Let me explain exactly why someone like Autumn [lastname] should never be in the music school. Well, the music school is a place only for musical nerds like me and those overly responsible students who seem to be everywhere, like Anna. Very few blonde people ever set foot inside the music school, lest they be contaminated with Nerdymusic Stigma. Except for the few blonde musicians out there, that is.
Autumn is not only blonde but she is, in fact, an Asian who has dyed her hair blonde. In fact, I can see her black regrowths right now. They're the same colour as her eyeliner. God, how much makeup does she wear??
Note: I do not own any makeup and I would never ever dye my hair blonde for fear of being socially ostracised from the rest of the known world.
Anyway, Autumn is for some reason mysteriously popular with our teachers, despite the fact that she's one of the group [what's the name of this group? The Blondes? like. no. please.]. In fact, I would find it extremely annoying if I didn't harbour a secret and embarrassing admiration for the girl.
I think it's quite understandable though that a nerd like me would admire someone like Autumn. Teachers love her; she has so many friends it's not funny, and even though she's occasionally bitchy it's quite mild compared to some of the other members of [that group]. Not to mention that with her blonde hair, black eyes and confident manner, she is really overly attractive.
No wonder so many guys like her.
She's walking by right now, with her head raised confidently, a perfect constant smile plastered on her perfect face. Just looking at her makes me feel like a complete failure at life.
...in complete disregard of Music School convention, she's talking to someone on her mobile phone. The newest, most expensive model, obviously. It's rumored that her family is extremely rich and lives in a mansion. Then again, it's also rumored that she's had implants.
Actually, there might be some substance to that theory after all, now that I listen to her conversation. "...guys kept looking down my shirt...gosh, who do they think they are? As if i would ever go out with someone like that...don't they know...fake..."
Her voice is of a medium pitch and has a slight Asian accent.
Sigh.
Ah, she's gone now. I don't think she saw me, luckily. People like Autumn should not be forced to witness the utter nerdiness of my person. Who knows? Drawn in like the millions of guys she attracts, I might wave. My glasses might fall off. Who knows what might happen.
I pity those poor boys who set eyes on Autumn; she's never gone out with a single one. Their love is always unrequited. And I know that she flirts with them. God, I hope that she never meets...
Oh dear. Must not think of him.
Oh, god. It's so painful.
I really didn't need to bring that up.
Ahh, anyway, that brings me to the last reason I should never go out in public.
10. I know that I will only ever love one guy and that he doesn't even like me so there's no point in going out as I am in utter despair and will only depress others with the grey upsetting cloud hanging over me.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Autumn
“My Life as a Fake” – Gosh what a bitch.
I seriously can not believe my Kris Kringle put the clue inside that book. What is wrong with her? What is wrong with all those Asians in my class? They are so racist and can't seem to accept the fact that everyone is different. Just because I'm Asian, it does not mean that I have to act like a stereotypical nerd - I mean look at Audrey. She's the perfect Asian stereotype. Okay, maybe it's not so much racism, but they seem to expect that if you're Asian, you have to act like a freak. Get a life.
I give up on these people.
My hair needs redying. Maybe I'll do it red this time, or brown - i am, after all, Autumn! Actually, I think red (just to spite those Asians).
Anyways, the science teacher asked me to go to this science extension thing yesterday. This, of course surprised my friends: "Autumn, she, like, loves you. Look at Audrey, she's jealous."
So I arrived at Soverynerdy Grammar about half an hour early because for some reason, my teacher thought it starts at 9:00am instead of 9:30. And thus I wasted half an hour of my life counting how many windows the school library has. The whole wall is practically made of glass, so my endeavour was quite challenging as I debated whether a section should be counted as one window when it is not entirely divided from the adjacent one by a metal beam. I decided to count these as half a window.My iPod didn't offer me much entertainment you see. The guys there, of course, were all gawking at me because, well, I bet they have never seen a girl in their life. But considering that I actually put more effort into my make-up this morning...
Some of them are quite hot.
Well, the program finally started - there were some MLC and Strathcona girls there as well, but they were in year 8 and 9. Great.
During the breaks, I went to the cafeteria to buy my lunch and all the guys were shamelessly flirting with me. I must say, the food there was a rip-off. It tasted like plastic - uncooked plastic. A group of Asian guys came and sat at my table and tried to start a conversation. They seemed desperate. One of the guys asked for my number and the whole group just laughed their heads off. They were desperate - but I thought I'd give them a chance.
I let one of them walk me back to the science lab.
----
I must really redye my hair. What's-her-face was staring at me during maths. Her name is Annie, or something...maybe Anna. My maths class consists only of Asians, and they all think that the school made a mistake and placed me in the Acceleration Maths class. How discriminating! What happened to not judging people from their outer appearance? Sometimes I feel like shoving my results under their nose. However, I obviously can not do that, otherwise words would spread around the school: "you know that blonde chick? Her average mark is 100%". I would then become a total reject.
Autumn - that's me. People only sees its brilliant colours and the gliding leaves. They never notice the bare branches behind the array of beauty.
I seriously can not believe my Kris Kringle put the clue inside that book. What is wrong with her? What is wrong with all those Asians in my class? They are so racist and can't seem to accept the fact that everyone is different. Just because I'm Asian, it does not mean that I have to act like a stereotypical nerd - I mean look at Audrey. She's the perfect Asian stereotype. Okay, maybe it's not so much racism, but they seem to expect that if you're Asian, you have to act like a freak. Get a life.
I give up on these people.
My hair needs redying. Maybe I'll do it red this time, or brown - i am, after all, Autumn! Actually, I think red (just to spite those Asians).
Anyways, the science teacher asked me to go to this science extension thing yesterday. This, of course surprised my friends: "Autumn, she, like, loves you. Look at Audrey, she's jealous."
So I arrived at Soverynerdy Grammar about half an hour early because for some reason, my teacher thought it starts at 9:00am instead of 9:30. And thus I wasted half an hour of my life counting how many windows the school library has. The whole wall is practically made of glass, so my endeavour was quite challenging as I debated whether a section should be counted as one window when it is not entirely divided from the adjacent one by a metal beam. I decided to count these as half a window.My iPod didn't offer me much entertainment you see. The guys there, of course, were all gawking at me because, well, I bet they have never seen a girl in their life. But considering that I actually put more effort into my make-up this morning...
Some of them are quite hot.
Well, the program finally started - there were some MLC and Strathcona girls there as well, but they were in year 8 and 9. Great.
During the breaks, I went to the cafeteria to buy my lunch and all the guys were shamelessly flirting with me. I must say, the food there was a rip-off. It tasted like plastic - uncooked plastic. A group of Asian guys came and sat at my table and tried to start a conversation. They seemed desperate. One of the guys asked for my number and the whole group just laughed their heads off. They were desperate - but I thought I'd give them a chance.
I let one of them walk me back to the science lab.
----
I must really redye my hair. What's-her-face was staring at me during maths. Her name is Annie, or something...maybe Anna. My maths class consists only of Asians, and they all think that the school made a mistake and placed me in the Acceleration Maths class. How discriminating! What happened to not judging people from their outer appearance? Sometimes I feel like shoving my results under their nose. However, I obviously can not do that, otherwise words would spread around the school: "you know that blonde chick? Her average mark is 100%". I would then become a total reject.
Autumn - that's me. People only sees its brilliant colours and the gliding leaves. They never notice the bare branches behind the array of beauty.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Audrey #1
My life is one of shame. Of never-ending embarrassment. Oh, the pain.
The truth is, I simply cannot deal with the embarrassment.
I JUST WANT TO DIE RIGHT NOW.
Oh, my god.
...
Well. It's like this.
For some unknown reason, I have a secret passion for singing. Right. Yes. So, I thought that maybe...maybe this year I would audition for one of the soloists in the end-of-year performance.
WHYEVER DID I THINK THAT? Now that I look back on it, i SIMPLY DO NOT KNOW.
Anyway.
I was sitting in the music school, practising. Generally I do not do this. I limit my singing to home, where my tolerant family has built me a soundproof room where i can practise violin and oboe. However, today I was overcome by my lack of friends and retreated to the building i regard as my second home. There I sat for a while, feeling depressed about my life. As I inevitably do when I believe myself to be alone, I began to sing.
I felt rather bored so to divert myself I sang in a high-pitched and ridiculous way.
I continued on for a while until suddenly I heard a noise. Yes; it would appear that my overly high pitched and loud singing had caused me to be oblivious to the presence of ANOTHER STUDENT IN THE ROOM.
What was more, it was a GIRL IN MY CLASS. What was her name again? Ah, Anna. She's always been nice to me. well, nice enough.
She looked truly frightened for a second, then tried to make out that there was nothing wrong. She muttered something about my glasses, then left.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE AND AWFUL MOMENT. That moment when I realised that ANNA WAS IN THE ROOM.
How could i have allowed myself to be caught engaging in such a RIDICULOUS AND EMBARRASSING ACTIVITY?
Sometimes i wonder at my stupidity. In any case. Oh my god, where is Anna? I must find her and kill her. Brainwash her.
Actually I think i will just kill myself now.
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO IF I SEE ANNA AGAIN?
OH, MY GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
...
Why does my life suck so much.
God. Okay. I should definitely go and study now. I have to keep up my reputation, you know. I have an awful feeling that my marks are slipping. Especially maths. Damn probability.
...
IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING
okay, breathe, Audrey. JUST GET OVER IT
IT'S NOT LIKE SHE EVER LIKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.
The truth is, I simply cannot deal with the embarrassment.
I JUST WANT TO DIE RIGHT NOW.
Oh, my god.
...
Well. It's like this.
For some unknown reason, I have a secret passion for singing. Right. Yes. So, I thought that maybe...maybe this year I would audition for one of the soloists in the end-of-year performance.
WHYEVER DID I THINK THAT? Now that I look back on it, i SIMPLY DO NOT KNOW.
Anyway.
I was sitting in the music school, practising. Generally I do not do this. I limit my singing to home, where my tolerant family has built me a soundproof room where i can practise violin and oboe. However, today I was overcome by my lack of friends and retreated to the building i regard as my second home. There I sat for a while, feeling depressed about my life. As I inevitably do when I believe myself to be alone, I began to sing.
I felt rather bored so to divert myself I sang in a high-pitched and ridiculous way.
I continued on for a while until suddenly I heard a noise. Yes; it would appear that my overly high pitched and loud singing had caused me to be oblivious to the presence of ANOTHER STUDENT IN THE ROOM.
What was more, it was a GIRL IN MY CLASS. What was her name again? Ah, Anna. She's always been nice to me. well, nice enough.
She looked truly frightened for a second, then tried to make out that there was nothing wrong. She muttered something about my glasses, then left.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE AND AWFUL MOMENT. That moment when I realised that ANNA WAS IN THE ROOM.
How could i have allowed myself to be caught engaging in such a RIDICULOUS AND EMBARRASSING ACTIVITY?
Sometimes i wonder at my stupidity. In any case. Oh my god, where is Anna? I must find her and kill her. Brainwash her.
Actually I think i will just kill myself now.
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO IF I SEE ANNA AGAIN?
OH, MY GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
...
Why does my life suck so much.
God. Okay. I should definitely go and study now. I have to keep up my reputation, you know. I have an awful feeling that my marks are slipping. Especially maths. Damn probability.
...
IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING
okay, breathe, Audrey. JUST GET OVER IT
IT'S NOT LIKE SHE EVER LIKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.
and whoo... my post.
Like, I didn't know that the draft you posted was the one you were talking about. soo... i kinda only checked it today. *cough*
Um, shall I write something really random and fully immerse myself into ANNA?! SHALL I?! WELL.
Start:
"Only mediocrity can always be trusted to be at its best."
And that is the quote that would so sum up the life of Anna. Anna, the epitome of mediocrity, who can always be named by the rest of the student body but with nothing else to distinguish her.
"Anna? That one? Yeah, she's really nice. I think she helped me with my math homework once..."
or:
"Yeah, Anna and I were in the same class in year seven, or maybe year eight. Mmmm..."
Yes, it is I, the Average Anna. My father, wise as he is, told me that I should be passionate with all I do and so rise out of the sea unexceptional, faceless crowds. Even the teachers who have taught me in bygone years have written in their yearly report: "Anna has a far-reaching potential and I have high hopes that she will achieve many momentous things."
Get real.
One of the motivational speakers who came to talk to us on one of those Who Cares About Assembly And Especially Motivational Speakers days, told the entire senior school that it's unhealthy for young girls to think depressing thoughts, more so in the morning. So, fine. I'll wait until after recess and then I'll immerse myself fully into the Mediocrity Of Anna's Life. It's maths that will consume my thinking.
...
Mrs Leong, you're too short.
...
Audrey looks like such a nerd. I mean seriously, can't she get contacts or something? She always wears those round glasses that obviously don't suit her face. GET NEW GLASSES OR JUST GET CONTACTS.
...
No really, I'm thinking about maths. I totally dig the whole probability thing.
...
It looks like Autumn needs to redo her dyeing. Her black roots are coming out. Although I admit that it isn't that noticeable but...
...
Autumn, really, redo your dyeing. Blonde with black roots is NOT attractive.
...
Audrey, GET A LIFE. WHO CARES WHETHER YOU KNOW HOW TO DO PROBABILITY COMBINATIONS. I DON'T.
...
Okay, so I do, but what the heck.
...
Mrs Leong, stop wearing lifts.
...
God, save me from maths.
Um, shall I write something really random and fully immerse myself into ANNA?! SHALL I?! WELL.
Start:
"Only mediocrity can always be trusted to be at its best."
And that is the quote that would so sum up the life of Anna. Anna, the epitome of mediocrity, who can always be named by the rest of the student body but with nothing else to distinguish her.
"Anna? That one? Yeah, she's really nice. I think she helped me with my math homework once..."
or:
"Yeah, Anna and I were in the same class in year seven, or maybe year eight. Mmmm..."
Yes, it is I, the Average Anna. My father, wise as he is, told me that I should be passionate with all I do and so rise out of the sea unexceptional, faceless crowds. Even the teachers who have taught me in bygone years have written in their yearly report: "Anna has a far-reaching potential and I have high hopes that she will achieve many momentous things."
Get real.
One of the motivational speakers who came to talk to us on one of those Who Cares About Assembly And Especially Motivational Speakers days, told the entire senior school that it's unhealthy for young girls to think depressing thoughts, more so in the morning. So, fine. I'll wait until after recess and then I'll immerse myself fully into the Mediocrity Of Anna's Life. It's maths that will consume my thinking.
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Mrs Leong, you're too short.
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Audrey looks like such a nerd. I mean seriously, can't she get contacts or something? She always wears those round glasses that obviously don't suit her face. GET NEW GLASSES OR JUST GET CONTACTS.
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No really, I'm thinking about maths. I totally dig the whole probability thing.
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It looks like Autumn needs to redo her dyeing. Her black roots are coming out. Although I admit that it isn't that noticeable but...
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Autumn, really, redo your dyeing. Blonde with black roots is NOT attractive.
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Audrey, GET A LIFE. WHO CARES WHETHER YOU KNOW HOW TO DO PROBABILITY COMBINATIONS. I DON'T.
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Okay, so I do, but what the heck.
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Mrs Leong, stop wearing lifts.
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God, save me from maths.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Plan
Characters:
Audrey
Autumn
Anna
Conflicts:
Henry [Audrey, Autumn]
Autumn's scores [Peroxides]
Setting:
?school
Word Count (goal):
50 000 words.
Audrey
Autumn
Anna
Conflicts:
Henry [Audrey, Autumn]
Autumn's scores [Peroxides]
Setting:
?school
Word Count (goal):
50 000 words.
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