McDonalds and Clare

Today isn't such a bad day. First off, school dismissal today was early: 2:30! Yay! The three of us (Karla, Ruby and I) went and ate at McDo, laughing like there was no tomorrow. =) It's really nice to spend some quality time with friends...I mean, in the class I hardly ever talk...like I was weird or something! Oh well, there wasn't anything good to talk about, anyway. Maggie's just so far away from me I couldn't speak to her. Argh. I so wish I were back in St. Clare. I just have...many friends there. I know many people in Goretti, but it just wouldn't do. I need the old gang back in Clare...*sigh* I miss third year, what with Poetry in Mime, Sir Pac, Sugar, the whole family with such a great amount of...erm, incest going on (teehee...). I miss the old times. Gosh, I even miss Geometry and Chemistry! After all, both my teachers in those subjects were very good...

Argh...then there's the college issue. I felt bad, thinking that I wouldn't make it for the submission process, but when I came home, there it was (the test permit), waiting for me. Papa wasn't home when I came, so I couldn't thank him. But I will. I dunno...I mean, it's not like I'd pass in the entrance exams or whatnot, but still...there's still the thing of knowing what score you're able to achieve. I'd even like to see if I can pass (even passing a non quota course is okay).

Anyways, my problem's solved. All I have to do now is just worry about Trigonometry. During the pretest, I couldn't even answer most of the questions! Honestly, I just suck in Algebra, and the pretest was full of algebraic questions and such. I mean, come on, I thought I'd forget all that stuff. Gawd, even dear ol' Geometry is easier than that! Now how will I ever be on the top ten list again???? Tell me!

Regulars: About the Damned

Well, due to public demand (sheesh...) I present you with the regular update about the so-called the Damned. Hmm...this seems to be getting popular and popular each day. Ah well...

Okay, so we were having the pretest (or Diagnostic test) in this certain subject, and after we passed the answer sheets, the Damned came up to me and asked if I finished the whole lot. If I could, I would've told the Damned, "Yeah, so what? Like it's any of your business anyway." But due to my being...erm, kindly, I tried my best to answer the Damned in a nice way. Anyways, the Damned isn't even smart (arrogance alert!), so it wouldn't even matter if the Damned answered every single question. I mean, come on, looks deceive. It's not like a person who looks smart really is smart. Gawd...people nowadays...sheesh...they fall for wretched people like the Damned. Sheesh...