Filed under: Boring day. | Tags: armenia, armenian, batman, cold, creative, egypt, english, french, german, hot, iceland, making out, newborn baby, piano, poem, problems, robin, sick, super, syria, temperature of countries, urg, urgh, urh, word, writing
Oh well. I’m posting now, and that’s what matters.
If anyone’s interested, Bruna seems OK with me now. d ^_^ b
I had a piano lesson today too. Various singing/school exams have sort of made piano take a backseat, but it’s awwwwright. Jacqueline, my piano teacher, is Armenian. She’s going to see her siblings-in-law during the half term in Syria: I made a comment about how it hot it was going to be and apparently it’s going to be a solid 35 degrees C at the very least.
Funny thing is I’ve never spent anything longer than half a day in a really hot country. I went to Egypt once with my family (es war super/il a été super-chouettes/it was thuper!), and that’s it. Cold countries I’ve been to. Iceland can get pretty nasty, and I’m pretty sure I’ve ran around outside in -10 C at least.
Funny, that.
Me, Anthony (who is Mr. English/Languages/Humanities: me and him are often neck-and-neck in many of those subjects) and some other guise did a creative writing special lesson thing today. Me and Anthony were in a team decipering those word problem; e.g. HO ROB OD is ROB-IN-HOOD, YOU JUST ME is JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME etc. We won by quite a large margin.
We worked on this poem called ‘Kid’. It was supposed to be as if Robin was saying it about Batman, and it was pretty good, methinks. A bit too “ooh, look at me, the sentence goes over the line, OOooOo!”, actually.
Parents needd me for sum reason sorry bai
I’m back, and I had to lay the table and such and eat the meal. My neighbours were round for some reason, and the only daughter and child of the family was talking about a twenty-year-old “making out” with a newborn baby and the baby being sick in the twenty-year-old’s mouth.
I left.
Filed under: Boring day. | Tags: 4chan, angry, Bruna, enemy, epic thread, football, french, gossip, homies, music theory, mysogeny, over 9000 metres, rip, sexism, shirt, simpsons, swarm, women, women-folk
Nothing happened interesting or of note today. Went to school, went on 4chan, watched epic thread and meme being born, did some 2006 Grade 5 Music Theory paper, watched Simpsons…
You know. Boring stuff.
Oh, something interesting what I remember. I played football wit’ mah homies, and the following things happened:
- I used Ella H., Paloma, Wimimo, Bruna and Quiet Girl to make a wall of human flesh that no ball could cross whilst I was in goal.
- Bruna – and I do not exaggerate – leapt 38 metres from the ball in a single bound when she saw it was coming towards her, letting a ball in.
- I pushed her over, a side-effect being she fell on her back.
- She then pretended to be on the brink of tears to “see whetherr or not ‘e is mah enemie” (she speaks with a heavy French accent, you see), and my seeing through her ruse and keeping a blank expression as she ultrasonicked me (which is basically when she squeaks in anger so piercingly that the heads of all the bats in a 12.5-mile-radius asplode from noise overload) granted a ‘guilty’ verdict in the Court of Bruna and now probably all the women ever to have existed hate me. This is due to the Gossip or Blahblahblhlalhlblah Phenomenon.
- I sat on the floor, confident that after the 3 goals the women then let in it was over for our team.
- Billy tried to pick me up off the ground and in the process ripped my shirt.
- I pummelled him a little.
- Then Anthony whinnied about my mysogeny (or something), relating to the Bruna incident.
- Then I pushed him on the floor a bit.
- Then I was quite annoyed for a while.
But now I’m OK, and hopefully when I come in tomorrow I won’t be killed to death by an angry swarm of women-folk.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY:
It has been proven by Kristjan-science that due to my lack of confidence related to wimmins, combined with my apparent uncaring attitude towards them, that I will get a girlfriend in approximately 87 years.
