So, this school week has been everything but enjoyable. I mean, I'm happy I'm back with FONG and my classmates, but I don't get why this term feels so slow, I really hate it. This just really doesn't feel like my term at all. I even got caught by Mr. Ow for my cartilage piercing. Gosh damn what is happening to me? AMATEUR MISTAKE. It was so embarrassing, I mean, I never get in trouble, what the HELL is wrong with me, GOD. So now, I'm practically on edge with the comments I have yet to get on my shoes. But I'm almost too aggravated to care right now. I don't get the extremely uncalled for rules. I can understand some rules, but I just think school's way too ridiculous with some rules. School is hell in disguise, I just count the seconds till the school bell rings. Maybe it's because there's no more Lit left to look forward too. Gosh, school sucks. Okay, so this week, this really really long week.

I watched talent time in the auditorium, it was quite cool. Okay, I'm not saying I can sing really well but the Sec 1s were really really, something else. I know I sound so mean but what the hell were they doing? There was one guy who was singing into like no where, and his friend with the mike had to do everything. But Ian's band was cool, Isaac's a good lead singer, and Alif was way way way too awesome to describe. He had his whole thing going on with his mad guitarist skills. Ian's bass was cool, and he sang some parts too so yeah, haha multi talented man, and the drummer was cool too. Anyway, we checked out "Transformers" after the gig and it was really good. It's funny, and Shia was smooth, real smooth. After that grabbed dinner and headed home. So yeah, highlight of my week? I guess you could say so.

As of now, I'm feeling pretty dazed. I'm not extremely happy, but I guess I'm not sad either. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. I don't get why I'm talking about my emotional state, stupid stupid. But whatever, for once I can proudly say I'm pretty damn indifferent feeling right now, and it feels good. As of now, and for now, I shall not ask anything of life, and I shall not expect anything from life. It's pretty stupid sounding, but my expectations always get the better of me, and maybe if I didn't have so many expectations, well, you get what I mean right? Right.

I think my life expectancy is shortening, ohsavemenow. I could scream just thinking about Monday coming up. Monday means band, band means a whole lot of "Where the hell have you been?!" I just hope I don't get any bookings, I could faint at the thought. I am seriously going to have to re-think my whole system of functioning. I'm too lazy to go to band, but I'm too paranoid not to care. I wish I'd just make up my damn mind. What the hell am I going to do with myself? Don't remind me about Tuesday because I'll have to stay back for, you guessed it, Chinese remedial. There has to be a bright side to this, I just really, really can't think of one right now. There is no bright side to chinese, what the hell am I saying?

Gosh, you're killing me.