People are sick, when you think about it.

 

Story. Tuesday, after school Fight breaks out in the park across from school. Naturally, mass migration occurs to the scene. I didn't see, but apparently it went a bit mad and everyone was punching everyone else. Most entertaining for the masses, or so it would seem, since everyone was talking about it the next day.

 

Rumour had it that there was to be an interschool war of sorts the day after. So after school, ten past three, there's this FUCKING MASSIVE mob of kids, either ready to beat the crap out of someone or ready to watch. And everyone just sort of milled around for awhile, until some teachers decided that we were being far too foreboding.

 

And now, looking back, I wonder what the appeal was. I mean, really. Once you've seen a couple of morons beat the crap out of each other, you've seen them all.

 

Somehow it's entertaining, but I can neer figure out why. Why are people so intrigued by others injuring (or, attempting to injure) one another?

 

It's probably the same reason people watch Jerry Springer. I just don't happen to know what that reason is.

 

Enlighten me if you will. Maybe people just suck... What do I mean 'maybe'? Of course they do.

 

 

 

 

I won't add those pictures.

 

Because my computer is a shitload.

 

Pity me?

Me and Jess did STUFF on the weekend. On Sunday. If the title didn't give that away.

 

I went to her house. And we BAKED.

 

Well. It was more a case of, she baked, ad I ate the sprinkles. But I helped in spirit. =D

 

And after that. We went down to the park and took photos of ourselves pretending to be cool.

 

We're so vain. We probably think this song is about us.

 

I even put them in the album thingy. Gosh. I'm turning into a thirteen year old all over again. But so what.

 

Yeah.

 

Sufficiant blog rambling for today. Until I find something better to write about.

Today I walked around town, seeing as how exams are over and I was free to do as I pleased. Good times.

 

Anyway. Walking around, I walk past this bench, and it has this fluroescent pink sticky note attatched to it. Being the nosey little sod that I am, naturally, I took a look.

 

And all it said, in perfect neat writing, was "Jesus is the answer".

 

And sure, most people would write this off as damn Christian bible bashing hippy crap, but it got me wondering.

 

I thought, one person, probably on a whim, decided to try and spread a message. To leave a statement on a sticky note and hope that someone will take notice.

 

And I don't know if anyone did, or if anyone will, but it's interesting to think of the potential. Could someone have seen it and had their life changed forever? It sounds like some sort of serendipity crap, but to think about the possibilities is sort of odd. Done right, these things can start a revolution.

 

And sure, by tomorrow, it probably will have blown away, or it will have been ripped off and thrown away by someone who found it inappropriate, and that could be the end of it.

 

It probably wll be the end of it.

 

But the possibility is there.

 

Gosh. I feel all deep and meaningful now.

Even though I'm not.

But I like to make-believe. =)

Like the one I'm having now, because in a few hours the place is going to be overrun with 13/14 year old boys?

 

Just the thought of it makes me shiver. Actually, that might be the cold, but still.

 

It's days like these that I'm grateful to be working.

Even if we are supposed to clean out the cabinet tonight. Ew.

 

 

It still sucked pretty hard though.

 

Speaking, of course, of todays exam. It wasn't even a REAL exam. It was some government shit, the GAT test. Apparently it helps determine the state average or something.

 

Either way. It didn't help my TER at all, and therefore was a big stupid waste of two hours that I could have spent doing something even less productive but much much more entertaining.

 

And after I wasted two hours, I wasted a few more hours walking aimlessly around town by myself, which was not fun, and then I came home and now I'm pretending to be cool on the internet.

 

Interesting though, how half the girls who came to the exam were not worried about the exam in itself, but rather, what they were going to wear to town afterwards.

 

Because that's so much more important.

 

Like.

 

They totally need exams on 'Why Shanie Should Never Have Worn Those Shoes With That Skirt, Omg, What A Skank, I Totally Hate Her'.

 

At least then maybe they'd pass SOMETHING.

They don't let you swear in the title. I despise that.

 

Argh. Study. (Yes, I relize that by blogging I am using up precious study time. But so what. You love it).

 

Study study study. Not fun.

 

Especially when you don't actually understand half of what you're studying.

Meaning my routine goes something like this.

 

Read question.

Read question again.

Wtf.

Read question.

Oh. Duh. So that's what they want.

Try to figure out just how to answer question.

Remember something from class.

Revelation!

Suddenly realize that I'm working out the wrong thing.

Remember some OTHER equation from class.

Figure out question.

Hooray. Answer.

Check question.

Get a different answer to what I got the first time even though I did exactly the same thing.

Wtf.

Get confused.

Go on to next question.

Repeat.

 

Fucking exams.

 

Someone hold me.

Exam weeeeeeek.

 

Not cool.

 

It's good because I get a week off to 'study'. 

I sort of have. But not really. Because. I'm too much of a lazy sod to do work when I'm not at school.

 

And that, girls and boys, is how you fail exams.

 

But I don't have the first one until Wednesday, and I don't have the scary maths one until Friday, So I have... some more days to study and hopefully lessen my chances of failing miserably. I'll only fail a little bit instead. =)

 

So yeah. Anyway.

Ever notice how some people will sit there and hum? Which is annoying in itself, but then you get the peple who hum REALLY dramatically, because they want you to notice them and go 'omgzz ur such a good singerrr' even though they aren't even singing?

 

You know the kind I mean. Like the fourteen year olds who've been told they can carry a tune, which immidiately makes them think they're the next Britney Spears or something. Why you'd WANT to be the next Britney is beyond me, but that's beside the pont.

They get one comment on how they don't suck entirely and then they spend the rest of their teen years trying to be discovered through their humming talent. I know, I sit next to one of these girls in Art and Design.

Occasionally they'll burst out in random bouts of some sappy girly song I've never heard of. Or they sing along to what's on the radio. Which is just as bad.

 

But it's not as bad as the music at work. They went from no music, to trashy 80s, to trashy 90s, until they finally moved on to the trash of the 00s.

Only. It wasn't ALL of the trash from the 00s. Oh no. It was the same three songs. Simple Plan, Gwen Stefani, Simple Plan, Gwen Stefani again.

I hate Simple Plan. Fucking whiney kids. Your dad hates you? Great. Write a song about it.

Gwen Stefani. Damn that girl. People forget that she was in a half decent band for most of the nineties. Hell, I met some hardcore kiddy fans who didn't even know she was IN a band. Silly children. So uneducated.

 

Seriously. Kids don't know anything. I know people who have been all, 'Who's Jim Morrison/Freddie Mercury/Kurt Cobain?'

I mean, really. 'Who is Kurt Cobain?' I swear, I just about strangled that girl.

 

See? Why can't they have exams on important things like that? As opposed to Intorductory Calculus, which is silly, and has horrible, useless things like logarithms and differentiation. Stupid subject.

 

Yeah, anyway.

 

Try not to be morons, kiddies.

 

Steffy. xox.

 

 

I ran out of two minute noodles. Fuck you, other people who also like noodles. Those puppies are MINE.

 

Anyway. On to business.

 

Business being, there is none.

 

That is. There's nothing I could think of that was worth whining about on here.

 

Don't be too disappointed kiddies. I'll still ramble on about stuff.

 

For example.

 

I just got off work. It was not terribly exciting. Because. I was the only one there. Seeing as the other people fucked off as soon as I got there.

 

And.

 

There are exams on next week. And. I'm stressing just a teensy bit. I'll probably fail. But so what. Exams are nothing.

 

Hopefully, anyway.

 

Jessie has NOT made me any more cookies since Friday night. I'm slightly disappointed in the child. *pokes her*

 

Something intelligent here.

 

Now pretend I've written something terribly profoud and cynical.

 

And now pretend you agreed with me all along so you don't feel like a moron.

 

Et cetera et cetera ct cetera.

 

See? You didn't even notice that I'm being boring and whiny.

 

=)

 

Actually.

 

You probably did. Screw you guys anyway. You're still reading, so I'm still cool. Nyer.