Thursday, March 04, 2004
"filled with penguin boys and penguin girls"Â
stop telling me i listen to weird music. i know already!
i just mailed my brother a reaaaaaally long mail (my fingers are numb from typing longwindedly, which i know will completely annoy him! ha! longwindedness, i mean.)
today was... i hate it when i start a paragraph with an obligatory "today was".
today was... the day when we were plucked out of class, in the pretense that there was a fire in school. more like 4b5, to be exact. wait, let me explain. (here comes my trademark longwindedness again. that's probably why i suck at summarising.)
we had to mark in our calendars, organisers, whatevers, that today was going to be the emergency exercise crap thing. so we prepped ourselves up to scream like deranged and psychotic hyenas, not that we don't occassionally already do that for no reason, when our teacher told us that we were supposedly going to be very "shocked and shaken" at the "reality" of the scenario that the police and whatevers were going to enact.
so we sat in class and waited - they even gave us an early recess so that we could all be scared at the same time. waited and waited and waited, while giving a few preparatory screams to test our lungs, only to see this feeble trickle of smoke (i don't care if you can't use the word trickle to describe smoke - that's the only word that fits) drift down from the second level. anyway, to stop me from droning on and on, let's just say that it was pathetic. we sat under the midday sun (probably have a weird tan now) for about an hour, watching this mental teacher march up and down in front of us, screeching into a mike which was attached to this tiny speaker that a poor girl had to carry wherever the Teacher walked.
and then the plonked us in the hall, where we were force fed bad phlegm, kid rock, titanic and butt jokes down our eyes and ears and indonesian water down our throats by means of watching the movie Osmosis Jones. it wasn't too bad a movie, but it was extremely graphic for a kiddie show.
i'm scared of pimples randomly exploding by themselves now.
anyway, i need to eat dinner. and it's so late! goot-buy.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 3/04/2004 07:51:00 PM
i just mailed my brother a reaaaaaally long mail (my fingers are numb from typing longwindedly, which i know will completely annoy him! ha! longwindedness, i mean.)
today was... i hate it when i start a paragraph with an obligatory "today was".
today was... the day when we were plucked out of class, in the pretense that there was a fire in school. more like 4b5, to be exact. wait, let me explain. (here comes my trademark longwindedness again. that's probably why i suck at summarising.)
we had to mark in our calendars, organisers, whatevers, that today was going to be the emergency exercise crap thing. so we prepped ourselves up to scream like deranged and psychotic hyenas, not that we don't occassionally already do that for no reason, when our teacher told us that we were supposedly going to be very "shocked and shaken" at the "reality" of the scenario that the police and whatevers were going to enact.
so we sat in class and waited - they even gave us an early recess so that we could all be scared at the same time. waited and waited and waited, while giving a few preparatory screams to test our lungs, only to see this feeble trickle of smoke (i don't care if you can't use the word trickle to describe smoke - that's the only word that fits) drift down from the second level. anyway, to stop me from droning on and on, let's just say that it was pathetic. we sat under the midday sun (probably have a weird tan now) for about an hour, watching this mental teacher march up and down in front of us, screeching into a mike which was attached to this tiny speaker that a poor girl had to carry wherever the Teacher walked.
and then the plonked us in the hall, where we were force fed bad phlegm, kid rock, titanic and butt jokes down our eyes and ears and indonesian water down our throats by means of watching the movie Osmosis Jones. it wasn't too bad a movie, but it was extremely graphic for a kiddie show.
i'm scared of pimples randomly exploding by themselves now.
anyway, i need to eat dinner. and it's so late! goot-buy.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 3/04/2004 07:51:00 PM
