Oh, look, SOMEBODY's being irritating.

My birthday was yesterday!

Woke up at. 7 something. I think.

Had a groggy breakfast, and qiong-ed out to ISB for my student-led parent-teacher conference. Turned out we were early by like fifteen minutes, so we hung around and then went to Mr. Huttner's room. Forgot what extrusive rocks were. (Was forgiven, since we aren't done on the rocks part yet.) And my mother thinks I can stretch my brain further in maths. Oh dear.

Then had Spanish. Watched my video, and died of shame, because I looked so weird and made a few mistakes. But my parents were all gushing about how much Spanish I knew. Oh well. I guess since they don't understand Spanish they didn't spot the mistakes, but Senor E did and he said it's OK since I spotted them, which is the whole point, and according to him speaking Spanish is uber hard anyway, esp for a beginner.

-sorry to break the monologue:
seriously, you're being damn obnoxious. you don't get so much stuff, and you come up with the WEIRDEST reasons and explanations for what you do. you keep changing the truth so much, I don't know what to believe anymore- and thus I've decided just not to believe you, at all. you get obsessed over the strangest things, and you just don't understand even the simplest things I try to explain. I'm telling you I hate him, and I'll never like him, and I wish he was never born, because he's so irritating, and obnoxious (just like you, in fact), and, wait for it, you haven't even MET HIM before in your ENTIRE LIFE. and you insist that we were both made for each other, or something, even to the point of creating a marriage certificate, which was grammatically incorrect and was totally fake-looking, and you keep harping on it even though I've told you countless times to drop it. looks like the three of us weren't meant to meet. because now I feel like bawling out my brains, and digging out yours- wait. does it even exist?
no, I don't think it does.
oh well.

-back.

sorry for that flame, I just feel like screaming my throat out and bawling my brains out with rage. not with sadness.

because I'm damn irritated.

back to birthday details.

mr kenney talks a lot.
I must read more non-fiction. and chimmer stuff, other than romances and realistic fiction stuff, aka stuff where girls are social misfits and finally get asked out by popular hot guys.
(read: meg cabot and co.) and I must speak up: more, slower, louder. (ditto for maths, science, and spanish. OOPS. my teachers were all like, "of course, she doesn't have to. maybe it's just her personality." and my mother coughed really loudly. :X LOL)

then we popped in to dr. e's (dr e is so nice! haha yay).

then we met ms baker and exchanged the basic hi how are you ish kinda stuff, and then we went ... home. I think. for lunch.

then I went on the computer.

then we went to centralworld.
meg cabot was supposed to come at 6.00. she came at 6.2oish, had an interview with journalists, and finally turned up for the book signing at 7.00 ish. managed to get my book signed first. AVALON HIGH! it's my fave meg cabot book :D my only deep regret is that I totally forgot to take a head-on pic. so I've only got pics of both of us looking down. and there's one of her looking up at me, but in that pic she kind of looks WTH-ish, in a weird way. LOL. *sniffs sadly* ah well.

then had dinner at limoncello, with dad and mum and uncle and aunt, and got presented with hue bottles of L' Occitane shampoo and conditioner from uncle and aunt :D from dad got a really cool turquoisey dress watch (I wanted this white sporty one with rainbow stripes and they knew it, but they said it was too like my current one and I can't wear it to formal occasions and stuff. oh well). from mum got 2 purses! one wallety one and one cute soft clutch. :D *runs around happily*

today was a mammoth day. am slightly tired :X poofedout. lol. but got new running shoes cos my old ones pinched a bit. reebok! wanted the adidas ones but they were a leetle more expensive, albeit on sale. oh well. they're cute too I suppose :/ but now my dad's saying we might have to exchange them because they're too narrow or not made for my kind of running or whatever. not suited to me, in other words.

WHYYY. D:

oh well.

shall edit wishlist.