I may have given the impression that I harboured some kind of admiration for Autumn.
I would like to say that this is not the truth at all.
She's dumb, shallow, conceited and can't even write out information in her own words.
I mean like...as if that information sheet on Augustus she sent to me was written by her. I refuse to believe that she knew all that just from her own reading in the past.
What is she supposed to be, anyway? Nerdy?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
So anyway after she gave me that PLAGIARISED sheet following our friendly and pleasant conversation on the phone, it turned out that it somehow had all the relevant information I needed. How lucky. I think Autumn is just blessed with luck. Like her flawlessly foundation plastered face and well proportioned chest with implants. And the fact that she has me to write her assignment for her...
I think I should go for School Captain. I totally think everyone would vote for me.
...
Actually I heard something shocking the other day. I was on my way to the Music School to do some much-needed violin practice (I know. I know. Why do I force upon others the jarring sound of badly played violin? Indeed, why do I force it upon myself? Why not simply give up? And yet I cannot, for it is only through violin that I can truly connect with ...he.......um. Moving on.) WHEN I HEARD some horrifying words. Let me quote.
"Hey, so who do you think's going to get School Captain?"
"Hm I don't really know...some people have said Anna...you know Anna Lee, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Do you really think so? I guess she is quite popular, and she's always really nice.."
"She kind of looks like a man though..."
"*laughter* That's probably part of her appeal..."
UM. WHAT THE HELL? ANNA? MUSIC SCHOOL SINGING INCIDENT ANNA?
ANNA SCHOOL CAPTAIN?
I am sorry, but no. I think not.
She's unreliable and incompetent. I cannot believe she asked me to use Wikipedia to find out information on Augustus. See, we can't have a School Captain who uses WIKIPEDIA. She doesn't even contribute properly to group assignments. Also, she seems really guy obsessed. I bet she's trying to meet up with guys from Sean Exeter before Human Relations, so that she can be all like omg look how cool I am i have guyfriends.
Ahh. I swear, I am so sick of the whole year level. This stupid sex ed program is not even tomorrow. it is NEXT WEEK. That's like, seven whole days before you can even set eyes on those of the not-so-fair gender. Who even cares? Think of all the maths tests you could fail in that time. I practically failed my last maths test. 22/30 for Analysis, oh my god. I'm trying to get my brother to tutor me, but it's not working. I think I am truly a lost cause.
I feel bitchy today. I think it's probably because I stayed up too late doing Latin last night. I wasn't able to practise my beloved oboe. I fail at violin so much. It's depressing. Anyway.
Wow. Is that Autumn I see? Where is her makeup? Oh god. Is that a pimple???
I don't know if i should laugh or cry. There is a pimple on Autumn Nguyen's forehead.
Well, what can I say. At this rate, we'll soon become best friends and Anna will start going out with one of those Sean Exeter guys she seems so obsessed with. Oh yay. Maybe i'll be able to witness Anna and Anna's boyfriend, dressed in exactly the same way!
Come to think of it, i've never asked Anna where she gets her clothes...
i'm pretty sure she frequents men's stores, though.
That's okay! Men's clothing looks good on Anna. Yeah. I wonder if I'll be able to tell her and her boyfriend apart!
Okay, I think that brief conversation with Autumn has stimulated my bitchiness area, formerly asleep. But what to do? I KIND OF LIKE IT.
I definitely need to sleep more. And I need to find out when our next maths test is, so I can study for it. Not that I'll end up studying for it, but whatever.
If Autumn gets a higher mark than me, I will scream.
I actually think she got a higher mark than me last time. Not that I know. everyone is super secretive about their marks for some reason. I have a feeling it's because they can't deal with my large and beautiful glasses. I wonder what Anna said about them. Such a...normal girl.
I NEED TO STUDY.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
oh god. Latin assignment.
well, let's see...Anna...wait..it's Audrey (oops. can't tell the difference between them anymore.) somehow stalked me and found my number. She called my house. I swear she stalked me.
stalker: "Hello...is this um...Autumn?"
Well duh.Omg. i think i recognise this voice.It can't be! No, she wouldn't have the nerves "Hey...who is this?"
stalker: "um. it's Audrey. I'm just wondering about the emperor assignment..." (I pretty sure it was Audrey. that rusty-bicycle voice)
OMG. it's due tomorrow. damnit. "Oh...okay. Um. Have you..er..done it?"
stalker: "Well...not really.I'm considering doing the research now, but i'm not sure how we should be splitting this up."
oh god. Why? Why do you have to put me through this? "Um. Well...I know a bit about Augustus, so i think i can send the info to you. are you able to write it up? sorry i have a date tonight...and i don't think i'd have time to do it properly."
and thus i revealed my true nerdy nature. All i have to do now is wait for the rumour to spread..like a contagious disease around the school...slowly...painfully crippling me into...*mental blank* damnit. hold the suspense.
Well i think i gave her a heart-attack then because there was a short strangled sound on the other end of the line...then silence. Maybe i was wrong. Maybe Audrey would take the secret about my nerdiness with her to her tomb. wishful thinking.
Stalker: "Um. okay. do you have my email address?"
she's alive. "um. no. um " i don't stalk people. "Um. and how did you get my number?"
stalker: "it was in the class contact list."
"oh..." Damn. why didn't i think of that? Oops. I withdraw my accusation...XD
I can't remember how i managed to scare her away, but i did. So, I racked my brain for all i know about Augustus and sent them to her. I'm pretty sure most of the facts are wrong. BUT ANYTHING GOES WHEN YOU"RE DESPERATE. All you need is confidence, then people always believe you. I actually won a debate once on pure improvisation...but then again it's probably just my amazing beauty that stunned the adjudicator.
So. Human Relations with Sean Exeter. eww...wait, I think Henry goes there. I saw him again last week. His school finished early so I asked him to come to see me. i can't believe he actually rode his bike for one and a half hour...in the rain. poor guy. I meet him at the gate and we walked to the stations to go to his apartment in the city.
i think the rain somehow melted my wall...of superiority and selfishness. So no, I was not flirting with Henry ...because he's a friend. Okay, okay, i can feel myself going into the reflective mood. So i shall move on before i say anything regrettable.
OMG. do i like Henry? that never crossed my mind before. I already have a boyfriend, yes. BUT. *sigh* even if i do like him...i don't think i want to date him.
woah. i think it's way past my bed time. no wonder i'm being so rambly and weird. wait, i don't think rambly is even a word. oh god. i'm losing my braincells.
I hope Audrey is actually doing that assignment. I gave her all the information and allowed her to glimpse my nerdiness. She should be grateful.
well, let's see...Anna...wait..it's Audrey (oops. can't tell the difference between them anymore.) somehow stalked me and found my number. She called my house. I swear she stalked me.
stalker: "Hello...is this um...Autumn?"
Well duh.Omg. i think i recognise this voice.It can't be! No, she wouldn't have the nerves "Hey...who is this?"
stalker: "um. it's Audrey. I'm just wondering about the emperor assignment..." (I pretty sure it was Audrey. that rusty-bicycle voice)
OMG. it's due tomorrow. damnit. "Oh...okay. Um. Have you..er..done it?"
stalker: "Well...not really.I'm considering doing the research now, but i'm not sure how we should be splitting this up."
oh god. Why? Why do you have to put me through this? "Um. Well...I know a bit about Augustus, so i think i can send the info to you. are you able to write it up? sorry i have a date tonight...and i don't think i'd have time to do it properly."
and thus i revealed my true nerdy nature. All i have to do now is wait for the rumour to spread..like a contagious disease around the school...slowly...painfully crippling me into...*mental blank* damnit. hold the suspense.
Well i think i gave her a heart-attack then because there was a short strangled sound on the other end of the line...then silence. Maybe i was wrong. Maybe Audrey would take the secret about my nerdiness with her to her tomb. wishful thinking.
Stalker: "Um. okay. do you have my email address?"
she's alive. "um. no. um " i don't stalk people. "Um. and how did you get my number?"
stalker: "it was in the class contact list."
"oh..." Damn. why didn't i think of that? Oops. I withdraw my accusation...XD
I can't remember how i managed to scare her away, but i did. So, I racked my brain for all i know about Augustus and sent them to her. I'm pretty sure most of the facts are wrong. BUT ANYTHING GOES WHEN YOU"RE DESPERATE. All you need is confidence, then people always believe you. I actually won a debate once on pure improvisation...but then again it's probably just my amazing beauty that stunned the adjudicator.
So. Human Relations with Sean Exeter. eww...wait, I think Henry goes there. I saw him again last week. His school finished early so I asked him to come to see me. i can't believe he actually rode his bike for one and a half hour...in the rain. poor guy. I meet him at the gate and we walked to the stations to go to his apartment in the city.
i think the rain somehow melted my wall...of superiority and selfishness. So no, I was not flirting with Henry ...because he's a friend. Okay, okay, i can feel myself going into the reflective mood. So i shall move on before i say anything regrettable.
OMG. do i like Henry? that never crossed my mind before. I already have a boyfriend, yes. BUT. *sigh* even if i do like him...i don't think i want to date him.
woah. i think it's way past my bed time. no wonder i'm being so rambly and weird. wait, i don't think rambly is even a word. oh god. i'm losing my braincells.
I hope Audrey is actually doing that assignment. I gave her all the information and allowed her to glimpse my nerdiness. She should be grateful.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Anna and the Ode
I really can’t get over how cheesy this whole situation is. It’s like this Latin project has been taken straight from one of those corny teenage flicks: three protagonists drawn together by one mutual quest – to get an A+ — and suddenly everyone becomes friends.
Oh puh-lease. Spare me. I don’t think we’re even near to getting an A+ on this, let alone even near the B section. It’s not like I know anything about Emperor Augustus. Wasn’t he some emperor or something?
It seems like Audrey knows something about this assignment. I’m in the opinion that she should undertake this task strictly on a solo basis. Take our last Latin lesson as an example:
“Um. So. Guys. I think we should research about this Augustus person.” (Audrey says with a stroke of absolute brilliance.)
“You think?” (Autumn has such a sarcastic tone that it really makes my tongue curl. I wonder whether I should attempt to copy her speaking style?)
“Right well. I’ll go down to the library shall I? Um. I’ll start looking him up.” (Audrey blinks a lot while she talks. Why I’ve never noticed this until now eludes me. Oh that’s right, I haven’t ever talked to her. Ha ha ha. Oh Anna, you’re so funny.)
“Yeah that’s a good idea. Try looking up on Wikipedia or something.” (Anna, you’re just amazing you. If you hadn’t contributed that piece of information, that Audrey would have probably floundered around on Google. That is if she knows what Google is…)
(Long Pause)
“Umm… I’m not sure whether Wikipedia is regarded as a legitimate resource…” (Audrey says this in a hesitant voice. So she should! How dare she!!! Oh the nerve…)
“Excuse me but when was Wikipedia not thought of as a ‘legitimate resource’?” (Oh Anna, encore at the cool but peeved off tone. Encore!)
“Like, I’ll be going now since you won’t be needing me.” (Did Autumn just walk out of the door in full-view of everyone?! Did she?! My gosh, I admire her.)
(Long Pause)
“Um. Come to think of it, I think I made some printouts of Augustus already…”
So that’s what it was. Well go her. As far as I’m concerned, Audrey can handle the assignment all on her own, with or without the help of Wikipedia. There are more useful things to think about, such as the upcoming Human Relations with Sean Exeter.
Perhaps I’ll see Tram Boy there.
And Ode to Tram Boy
Dearest, most loveliest Tram Boy,
So long have I gazed at you,
Knowing that every moment increases my joy,
But only if you really knew,
How much I long for you.
Tall, dashing young man, I know that you are the only one for me. Just seeing you once a day is enough for me and even then, it’s enough to wash away all the troubles with those pesky classmates of mine. Surely one day, I will talk to you and even ask your name. Maybe one day, you’ll smile for me. Maybe…
Get a hold of yourself Anna.
Oh puh-lease. Spare me. I don’t think we’re even near to getting an A+ on this, let alone even near the B section. It’s not like I know anything about Emperor Augustus. Wasn’t he some emperor or something?
It seems like Audrey knows something about this assignment. I’m in the opinion that she should undertake this task strictly on a solo basis. Take our last Latin lesson as an example:
“Um. So. Guys. I think we should research about this Augustus person.” (Audrey says with a stroke of absolute brilliance.)
“You think?” (Autumn has such a sarcastic tone that it really makes my tongue curl. I wonder whether I should attempt to copy her speaking style?)
“Right well. I’ll go down to the library shall I? Um. I’ll start looking him up.” (Audrey blinks a lot while she talks. Why I’ve never noticed this until now eludes me. Oh that’s right, I haven’t ever talked to her. Ha ha ha. Oh Anna, you’re so funny.)
“Yeah that’s a good idea. Try looking up on Wikipedia or something.” (Anna, you’re just amazing you. If you hadn’t contributed that piece of information, that Audrey would have probably floundered around on Google. That is if she knows what Google is…)
(Long Pause)
“Umm… I’m not sure whether Wikipedia is regarded as a legitimate resource…” (Audrey says this in a hesitant voice. So she should! How dare she!!! Oh the nerve…)
“Excuse me but when was Wikipedia not thought of as a ‘legitimate resource’?” (Oh Anna, encore at the cool but peeved off tone. Encore!)
“Like, I’ll be going now since you won’t be needing me.” (Did Autumn just walk out of the door in full-view of everyone?! Did she?! My gosh, I admire her.)
(Long Pause)
“Um. Come to think of it, I think I made some printouts of Augustus already…”
So that’s what it was. Well go her. As far as I’m concerned, Audrey can handle the assignment all on her own, with or without the help of Wikipedia. There are more useful things to think about, such as the upcoming Human Relations with Sean Exeter.
Perhaps I’ll see Tram Boy there.
And Ode to Tram Boy
Dearest, most loveliest Tram Boy,
So long have I gazed at you,
Knowing that every moment increases my joy,
But only if you really knew,
How much I long for you.
Tall, dashing young man, I know that you are the only one for me. Just seeing you once a day is enough for me and even then, it’s enough to wash away all the troubles with those pesky classmates of mine. Surely one day, I will talk to you and even ask your name. Maybe one day, you’ll smile for me. Maybe…
Get a hold of yourself Anna.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Audrey #4
The Emperor assignment is due tomorrow.
And, yes. As predicted, the Amazing A-group has, as yet, failed to do anything at all involving our chosen emperor, Augustus. (I know. Apparently there is an emperor whose name begins with the same letter as my own.) Due to my lack of interest in Augustus, I don't have any prior knowledge that would enable me to do the assignment without research.
In fact we had our first discussion about it today. It went...badly.
I have blocked it from my mind. Yes.
So, basically, we have done nothing.
Which is why, right now, I should be either researching, writing the report, or talking to Autumn or Anna. Ugh. Just the thought of doing any of those makes me feel annoyance, fear and vague anger.
Instead, I am thinking about the amazing concert I attended last night with my family, and freaking out about the reallyhairy spider on the wall.
Part of me is stressed about this latin assignment, but currently that part is being overwhelmed by my rapture over Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherezade and also my extreme fear that the spider on the wall will suddenly start to move around or perhaps
FALL ON MY HEAD.
It is probably unhealthy to do this, but I find myself imagining how it would feel to have the spider tangling in my hair as I slowly reach backwards and scratch my head and feel the hairiness of its eight black legs then bring back my hand and see it resting on my palm and running down my arm...
OKAY. Let's not speak of this anymore, I feel the hysteria welling up inside my SOUL.
So anyway.
The stupid latin assignment. I don't even know what to do now. Like, it's due tomorrow, and we have done absolutely nothing. I mean, I've barely spoken to Autumn or Anna about it. Not that either of them have tried to do anything. I bet they don't care if they get bad marks. I mean, just one look at Autumn's heavily made-up face as she dismissively talks about the number of guys she's rejected and you can tell that she doesn't care one bit about her ENTER score. I wonder what her parents have been doing, honestly.
and Anna...well, she's not much better. I noticed her and one of her hopelessly normal friends talking about the upcoming Kilmore and Sean Exeter Human Relations program. Why is everyone at our school so guy-obsessed? And like...seriously, who would want to even meet guys from
WAIT A MINUTE DOES HE GO TO SEAN EXETER????
Dammit. Audrey, search your troubled, maths-incompetent mind.
Does he?
Does he???
Where else could he go? I have a feeling he may have transferred there this year..
Sudden change of feeling on my part. Ohmygod, going to see him. I have to look really amazing. I have to make sure he doesn't talk to Autumn. I have to make sure nobody else talks to him so that he can't find out how retarded I really am. I have to -
Write my stupid Latin assignment, dammit. What am I going to do?
DO NOT THINK ABOUT GUY RIGHT NOW
Yes. Yes. I think that you should give yourself some courage, Audrey, and pick up the phone and dial Anna's number from the class list you were given at the start of this year.
Or maybe Autumn.
...no. no. Anna. Autumn??
Generally I would choose Anna, but after the singing incident...
She stares at me weirdly when I talk, too. Her eyebrows twitch in a creepy way. Even without talking to her face-to-face, i don't think I can handle it.
So..
"Hello, this is Audrey. May I please speak to Autumn?"
"Um, I'm from Autumn's class. In her school. Kilmore."
"Okay. Thanks."
...
(GO LINH GO WRITE IT WRITE IT i can't ><)
And, yes. As predicted, the Amazing A-group has, as yet, failed to do anything at all involving our chosen emperor, Augustus. (I know. Apparently there is an emperor whose name begins with the same letter as my own.) Due to my lack of interest in Augustus, I don't have any prior knowledge that would enable me to do the assignment without research.
In fact we had our first discussion about it today. It went...badly.
I have blocked it from my mind. Yes.
So, basically, we have done nothing.
Which is why, right now, I should be either researching, writing the report, or talking to Autumn or Anna. Ugh. Just the thought of doing any of those makes me feel annoyance, fear and vague anger.
Instead, I am thinking about the amazing concert I attended last night with my family, and freaking out about the reallyhairy spider on the wall.
Part of me is stressed about this latin assignment, but currently that part is being overwhelmed by my rapture over Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherezade and also my extreme fear that the spider on the wall will suddenly start to move around or perhaps
FALL ON MY HEAD.
It is probably unhealthy to do this, but I find myself imagining how it would feel to have the spider tangling in my hair as I slowly reach backwards and scratch my head and feel the hairiness of its eight black legs then bring back my hand and see it resting on my palm and running down my arm...
OKAY. Let's not speak of this anymore, I feel the hysteria welling up inside my SOUL.
So anyway.
The stupid latin assignment. I don't even know what to do now. Like, it's due tomorrow, and we have done absolutely nothing. I mean, I've barely spoken to Autumn or Anna about it. Not that either of them have tried to do anything. I bet they don't care if they get bad marks. I mean, just one look at Autumn's heavily made-up face as she dismissively talks about the number of guys she's rejected and you can tell that she doesn't care one bit about her ENTER score. I wonder what her parents have been doing, honestly.
and Anna...well, she's not much better. I noticed her and one of her hopelessly normal friends talking about the upcoming Kilmore and Sean Exeter Human Relations program. Why is everyone at our school so guy-obsessed? And like...seriously, who would want to even meet guys from
WAIT A MINUTE DOES HE GO TO SEAN EXETER????
Dammit. Audrey, search your troubled, maths-incompetent mind.
Does he?
Does he???
Where else could he go? I have a feeling he may have transferred there this year..
Sudden change of feeling on my part. Ohmygod, going to see him. I have to look really amazing. I have to make sure he doesn't talk to Autumn. I have to make sure nobody else talks to him so that he can't find out how retarded I really am. I have to -
Write my stupid Latin assignment, dammit. What am I going to do?
DO NOT THINK ABOUT GUY RIGHT NOW
Yes. Yes. I think that you should give yourself some courage, Audrey, and pick up the phone and dial Anna's number from the class list you were given at the start of this year.
Or maybe Autumn.
...no. no. Anna. Autumn??
Generally I would choose Anna, but after the singing incident...
She stares at me weirdly when I talk, too. Her eyebrows twitch in a creepy way. Even without talking to her face-to-face, i don't think I can handle it.
So..
"Hello, this is Audrey. May I please speak to Autumn?"
"Um, I'm from Autumn's class. In her school. Kilmore."
"Okay. Thanks."
...
(GO LINH GO WRITE IT WRITE IT i can't ><)
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Autumn again
WARNING: (most) teachers are smarter than they look. My adventure with my beloved Henry ends with me sitting in detention. So let's see who's here: Anna (why, hello!), Audrey(What is she doing here!Hm...maybe she's in here voluntarily), Jemma (as usual - gosh, what is wrong with her?), Nameless-Girl (She looks so emo it's freaky. She should cut her fringe), and a few more dull, faceless souls. Of course, and there is Mrs J. J for Jelly; J for Jobs, J for James, J for...well. ahem. Let's leave it as just 'J' shall we?
She is typing away on her laptop: I bet she's on Facebook. OMG [note: G is for Gosh not "GOD"], are they cankles? I've never noticed that, despite spending five hours a week with her. But then again, maybe that's because I enjoy the view outside the window rather than staring dotingly at her.
I'm going to kill myself now.The silence is sucking me in!
My greeting (in the form of a discreet wave) has just met with stone-cold faces. Fine. Bitch.
Well, maybe I should study for my Latin grammar test next period. But then again Mrs J. is here. She'd kill me if she sees me studying 'last minute'. hm. Anna seems to be doing it. She's hiding the vocab list behind Jane Austen's "Persuasion" though. Damn, I should have brought a book along.
OMG, Emperor assignment due in two days! OMG! Stupid Mrs J. She is now glaring suspiciously around the room. She should go to the gym. geez. What is the point of memorising how many walls some dead guy built two thousand years ago? How does that help with our Latin, Mrs J.? Perhaps she has nothing better to do, and she wants to see us suffer so that she can laugh about it on Facebook. I'll swear I'll find her profile tonight.
I wonder if Anna or Audrey has done it. hmmm...no,they look too guilty to have done it. Damn. Shocking as it may seem but they are my partner for the project. Mrs J. decided to mix up the class so that we can work with different people and 'expand our friendship circles'. As if - with Anna and Audrey? Don't make me laugh.
I really think that Audrey girl is stalking me. Arr. She always gaze at me with her gazing at me with her glassy eyes. Calm down Autumn. Calm down. You're being paranoid.
Smile, "Hi Audrey".
I love you too.
OMG! I'm going to die.
portem
portes
portet
portemus
portetis
portent
This is bad, i don't even know what I'm supposed to do for the assignment! Okay, serious dilemma here: should I call/msn Anna/Audrey tonight to talk to them about it? I can not risk being seen with them you see. That would be bad.
TO be or not to be, that is the question. And the other unanswerable question of all time is: "What is Audrey/Anna's number?"
Oh, there are so many questions in life!
She is typing away on her laptop: I bet she's on Facebook. OMG [note: G is for Gosh not "GOD"], are they cankles? I've never noticed that, despite spending five hours a week with her. But then again, maybe that's because I enjoy the view outside the window rather than staring dotingly at her.
I'm going to kill myself now.The silence is sucking me in!
My greeting (in the form of a discreet wave) has just met with stone-cold faces. Fine. Bitch.
Well, maybe I should study for my Latin grammar test next period. But then again Mrs J. is here. She'd kill me if she sees me studying 'last minute'. hm. Anna seems to be doing it. She's hiding the vocab list behind Jane Austen's "Persuasion" though. Damn, I should have brought a book along.
OMG, Emperor assignment due in two days! OMG! Stupid Mrs J. She is now glaring suspiciously around the room. She should go to the gym. geez. What is the point of memorising how many walls some dead guy built two thousand years ago? How does that help with our Latin, Mrs J.? Perhaps she has nothing better to do, and she wants to see us suffer so that she can laugh about it on Facebook. I'll swear I'll find her profile tonight.
I wonder if Anna or Audrey has done it. hmmm...no,they look too guilty to have done it. Damn. Shocking as it may seem but they are my partner for the project. Mrs J. decided to mix up the class so that we can work with different people and 'expand our friendship circles'. As if - with Anna and Audrey? Don't make me laugh.
I really think that Audrey girl is stalking me. Arr. She always gaze at me with her gazing at me with her glassy eyes. Calm down Autumn. Calm down. You're being paranoid.
Smile, "Hi Audrey".
I love you too.
OMG! I'm going to die.
portem
portes
portet
portemus
portetis
portent
This is bad, i don't even know what I'm supposed to do for the assignment! Okay, serious dilemma here: should I call/msn Anna/Audrey tonight to talk to them about it? I can not risk being seen with them you see. That would be bad.
TO be or not to be, that is the question. And the other unanswerable question of all time is: "What is Audrey/Anna's number?"
Oh, there are so many questions in life!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Audrey #3
Revised edition of Audrey #3.
Inspired by Linh's post! yay. <3
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It's nearly the end of the year and somehow, life is dreary. Nobody seems to have any desire to do anything at all, least of all myself. The exam rush is not yet here, and assignments are being handed out freely by careless teachers uncaring of the stresses of students who are failing maths.
Our class is celebrating Christmas ridiculously early, what with a Kris Kringle being started among the slightly more popular members of the class. Needless to say, I was not included in this. Not that it bothers me, of course. I mean, who would want to celebrate Christmas by passing notes anonymously to a person who you might barely know or might even dislike, and then in the end having to give them a gift?? That would be bad enough at Christmas, but in October, at the beginning of Term 4???
No. No, I cannot understand it at all.
In fact, one wonders who began this boring and pointless activity. Now that I think about it, the answer is plain: Autumn and her poisonous friends the Peroxides.
There is no wonder that I was not made a part of this. The wonder lies in the fact that several more regular non-Peroxides were included. I seem to remember that Anna (the music school girl who was exposed to my singing) and some of her friends are part of it, too. How interesting...generally the Peroxides are very exclusive. Perhaps they ran out of gift ideas for each other. I can imagine that mascara year after year must be tiring.
In any case, it strikes me as rather odd that this story is beginning at the end of the year. Generally, at this time a story would be ending, not beginning.
...I have a strong feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. Something interesting and bad. My life sucks anyway. Obviously, a story would begin at the most extreme and interesting part of my life; that is, the worst part.
I should be used to the awfulness of my life by now. No friends for 16 years (with a few exceptions). Forced to observe overly attractive girls like Autumn while looking like...this. Constantly embarrassed. Labelled as a nerd, while failing maths.
Could my life get any worse?
Yes, it seems.
Now that I have become aware of the approaching Unfortunate And Terrible Incident, it is very likely that it will occur extremely soon. But how soon, I wonder? how long must I wait, in happy suspense, until it comes crashing down on me?
Hmm. Latin is one of my favourite subjects. I like our teacher, Mrs J. We're doing translation, which I enjoy, and which doesn't involve talking to anyone (a risky activity for a reject like me). What could possibly go wrong.
Aha! An assignment!
...wait. It's on Emperors? Um. Doesn't sound very appealing. I've never been very good at nor very interested in history. Roman history isn't much better.
OH NO. A GROUP ASSIGNMENT? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????????
DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I CAN'T TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT DYING A LITTLE INSIDE???
Maybe I'll be lucky and get people who i am vaguely friendly with. Maybe.
HA! WELL THEN.
Yes it is a cute thing to group people by the letter of their first names! Then they can be called the "A" group and try to do an emperor beginning with A! Sadly there probably aren't any emperors starting with A, Mrs J.
THAT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA.
The only other two people in my Latin class whose names start with A are Anna, who I cannot talk to because of the terrible embarrassing incident in the music school, and Autumn, who i cannot talk to because...well, people like me don't talk to people like her.
What am I going to do? I have to get good marks in this! I can't let my marks slip!
No. No. Maybe I can work alone.
"Audrey, I understand that you prefer to work alone, but it might be good for you to get to know your fellow students! It's almost the end of Year 10, and I've noticed that you seem to have problems making friends with others - "
...
Thanks, Mrs. J.
You didn't have to go that far.
Let me just die now, while the rest of the class stares at me. I hear a few giggles. What can I say? It's the truth.
I just wish she hadn't said that so loudly.
Well. It's the end for me now. I can see it. Embarrassed, alone, friendless...stuck with an assignment i dislike...even worse, it's due in a week's time. While that may seem to be plenty of time, I know that I won't be able to bring myself to do it, given that I cannot cooperate with the people doing it with me and will just put it off more and more until I have to do it all on the last night.
No, I'm not looking forward to the next week at all.
And exams are soon. Oh my god. What am I going to do???
HOW DID MY LIFE SUDDENLY BECOME SO BAD???
IT SUCKS. IT SUCKS.
sigh.
Inspired by Linh's post! yay. <3
--
It's nearly the end of the year and somehow, life is dreary. Nobody seems to have any desire to do anything at all, least of all myself. The exam rush is not yet here, and assignments are being handed out freely by careless teachers uncaring of the stresses of students who are failing maths.
Our class is celebrating Christmas ridiculously early, what with a Kris Kringle being started among the slightly more popular members of the class. Needless to say, I was not included in this. Not that it bothers me, of course. I mean, who would want to celebrate Christmas by passing notes anonymously to a person who you might barely know or might even dislike, and then in the end having to give them a gift?? That would be bad enough at Christmas, but in October, at the beginning of Term 4???
No. No, I cannot understand it at all.
In fact, one wonders who began this boring and pointless activity. Now that I think about it, the answer is plain: Autumn and her poisonous friends the Peroxides.
There is no wonder that I was not made a part of this. The wonder lies in the fact that several more regular non-Peroxides were included. I seem to remember that Anna (the music school girl who was exposed to my singing) and some of her friends are part of it, too. How interesting...generally the Peroxides are very exclusive. Perhaps they ran out of gift ideas for each other. I can imagine that mascara year after year must be tiring.
In any case, it strikes me as rather odd that this story is beginning at the end of the year. Generally, at this time a story would be ending, not beginning.
...I have a strong feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. Something interesting and bad. My life sucks anyway. Obviously, a story would begin at the most extreme and interesting part of my life; that is, the worst part.
I should be used to the awfulness of my life by now. No friends for 16 years (with a few exceptions). Forced to observe overly attractive girls like Autumn while looking like...this. Constantly embarrassed. Labelled as a nerd, while failing maths.
Could my life get any worse?
Yes, it seems.
Now that I have become aware of the approaching Unfortunate And Terrible Incident, it is very likely that it will occur extremely soon. But how soon, I wonder? how long must I wait, in happy suspense, until it comes crashing down on me?
Hmm. Latin is one of my favourite subjects. I like our teacher, Mrs J. We're doing translation, which I enjoy, and which doesn't involve talking to anyone (a risky activity for a reject like me). What could possibly go wrong.
Aha! An assignment!
...wait. It's on Emperors? Um. Doesn't sound very appealing. I've never been very good at nor very interested in history. Roman history isn't much better.
OH NO. A GROUP ASSIGNMENT? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????????
DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I CAN'T TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT DYING A LITTLE INSIDE???
Maybe I'll be lucky and get people who i am vaguely friendly with. Maybe.
HA! WELL THEN.
Yes it is a cute thing to group people by the letter of their first names! Then they can be called the "A" group and try to do an emperor beginning with A! Sadly there probably aren't any emperors starting with A, Mrs J.
THAT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA.
The only other two people in my Latin class whose names start with A are Anna, who I cannot talk to because of the terrible embarrassing incident in the music school, and Autumn, who i cannot talk to because...well, people like me don't talk to people like her.
What am I going to do? I have to get good marks in this! I can't let my marks slip!
No. No. Maybe I can work alone.
"Audrey, I understand that you prefer to work alone, but it might be good for you to get to know your fellow students! It's almost the end of Year 10, and I've noticed that you seem to have problems making friends with others - "
...
Thanks, Mrs. J.
You didn't have to go that far.
Let me just die now, while the rest of the class stares at me. I hear a few giggles. What can I say? It's the truth.
I just wish she hadn't said that so loudly.
Well. It's the end for me now. I can see it. Embarrassed, alone, friendless...stuck with an assignment i dislike...even worse, it's due in a week's time. While that may seem to be plenty of time, I know that I won't be able to bring myself to do it, given that I cannot cooperate with the people doing it with me and will just put it off more and more until I have to do it all on the last night.
No, I'm not looking forward to the next week at all.
And exams are soon. Oh my god. What am I going to do???
HOW DID MY LIFE SUDDENLY BECOME SO BAD???
IT SUCKS. IT SUCKS.
sigh.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Kilmore Society and Him
May I propose that we retain our old surnames? It makes things so much easier... anyway. If that's not good, then.. we'll just think of something shall we?
Taking the tram to and from school is one of life's mundane tasks. Nothing could be more dreary (or more horrifying) than being squashed into a hirsute, rotund and profusely-sweating man, whose armpits are in desperate need of deodorant, day after day. Believe me, I would say something comforting like... the smell of pungent BO leaves one's nostrils after a while but it doesn't, not ever. But really, the pain of travelling of home is alleviated by Him .
He (I have not yet discovered his glorious name), goes to St Evans and is the object of my (as of yet) one-sided affections. Soon I will be able to say that He and I have held such a passionate relationship for four years. Yet, 20 MINUTES PER DAY IN HIS AWESOME PRESENCE IS NOT ENOUGH.
Bah, why did Kilmore [um yeah.. go Linh...] have to be located in such a dodgy place? Why could it not have been situated in the inner-city like all the other prissy private schools? WHY?! And now, because of that, I am reduced to a mere 10 MINUTES with him His per trip!!! Argh, the pain.
Calm, Anna, calm. One has to be grateful for everything that she has. Twenty minutes a day of Him is surely enough. Anymore and you might be overcome by His chiselled visage, His sweet smell...
No! I must concentrate on Latin! (Why does it seem like my wandering from the subject at hand is becoming a common occurrence? How strange...)
portabam
portabas
portabat
portabamus
portabatis
portabant
I see that we're all sitting in hierarchical order. Here, I sit in the second row of our class. Next to me is Jen, one of my friends who is currently staring into mid-space with her pen halfway between her paper and mouth. Then, on my other side is Steph, a nice enough girl who is every bit as much a normal person as I, or Jen, am. Our row is made up of the average mass of Kilmore Ladies' College [um, I kinda forgot what you said Linh about the school...]. All of us are neither outstandingly popular, nor are we the dregs of Kilmore society. We are the Norms.
In the third row are those that make up the highest echelon of our year level. Among them are the Peroxides who dress with their top button of their dress undone, foundation liberally applied and ponytails all to the side. In fact, I see that Autumn is there and actually working. Well, if the sun does rise from the west, it's amazing. I see that she still hasn't re-dyed her hair. Shame.
Finally, in the front row are the Rejects. Simply put, if you aren't exceedingly popular or just normal, then you're a Reject. Harsh, isn't it? It's said that a newcomer to Kilmore has until the end of recess to not be relegated into the lowest of the lows. Any dirty tactics can be used to gain entry into one of the other sets, but woe to those who find themselves stuck with the title of Reject. To rise from the status of Reject is something that has not yet been done in all the history of Kilmore and if done, will surely be a legend.
Gosh, it's a dog-eat-dog world, isn't it?
[I have a feeling I might have made A LOT of typos and errors, so like... feel free to edit. xD]
[edited by Audrey.]
Taking the tram to and from school is one of life's mundane tasks. Nothing could be more dreary (or more horrifying) than being squashed into a hirsute, rotund and profusely-sweating man, whose armpits are in desperate need of deodorant, day after day. Believe me, I would say something comforting like... the smell of pungent BO leaves one's nostrils after a while but it doesn't, not ever. But really, the pain of travelling of home is alleviated by Him .
He (I have not yet discovered his glorious name), goes to St Evans and is the object of my (as of yet) one-sided affections. Soon I will be able to say that He and I have held such a passionate relationship for four years. Yet, 20 MINUTES PER DAY IN HIS AWESOME PRESENCE IS NOT ENOUGH.
Bah, why did Kilmore [um yeah.. go Linh...] have to be located in such a dodgy place? Why could it not have been situated in the inner-city like all the other prissy private schools? WHY?! And now, because of that, I am reduced to a mere 10 MINUTES with him His per trip!!! Argh, the pain.
Calm, Anna, calm. One has to be grateful for everything that she has. Twenty minutes a day of Him is surely enough. Anymore and you might be overcome by His chiselled visage, His sweet smell...
No! I must concentrate on Latin! (Why does it seem like my wandering from the subject at hand is becoming a common occurrence? How strange...)
portabam
portabas
portabat
portabamus
portabatis
portabant
I see that we're all sitting in hierarchical order. Here, I sit in the second row of our class. Next to me is Jen, one of my friends who is currently staring into mid-space with her pen halfway between her paper and mouth. Then, on my other side is Steph, a nice enough girl who is every bit as much a normal person as I, or Jen, am. Our row is made up of the average mass of Kilmore Ladies' College [um, I kinda forgot what you said Linh about the school...]. All of us are neither outstandingly popular, nor are we the dregs of Kilmore society. We are the Norms.
In the third row are those that make up the highest echelon of our year level. Among them are the Peroxides who dress with their top button of their dress undone, foundation liberally applied and ponytails all to the side. In fact, I see that Autumn is there and actually working. Well, if the sun does rise from the west, it's amazing. I see that she still hasn't re-dyed her hair. Shame.
Finally, in the front row are the Rejects. Simply put, if you aren't exceedingly popular or just normal, then you're a Reject. Harsh, isn't it? It's said that a newcomer to Kilmore has until the end of recess to not be relegated into the lowest of the lows. Any dirty tactics can be used to gain entry into one of the other sets, but woe to those who find themselves stuck with the title of Reject. To rise from the status of Reject is something that has not yet been done in all the history of Kilmore and if done, will surely be a legend.
Gosh, it's a dog-eat-dog world, isn't it?
[I have a feeling I might have made A LOT of typos and errors, so like... feel free to edit. xD]
[edited by Audrey.]
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