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The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
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The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
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Reading, Maisy (my dog), tea, writing (albeit badly), piano, music, junk food.
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Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.
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My last year of high school is starting in 2 weeks.
Oh yes, it is as intimidating as it sounds.
It's strange that despite my inferior intelligence (as compared to some of you geniuses), I'm actually finishing my high school studies earlier than all of you! I'm tempted to run off shouting 'HAHA, SUCKERS' and point and laugh, but I shan't. Because I'm nice. :P
My new school books are arriving any time this week via post. I guess it means that I should start studying, but I doubt I'll do anything but write my name on all of them.
Anyway, I went to work on Thurs. It was rather interesting... A fight nearly broke out between 2 guys because guy 2 accused guy 1 of staring at his girlfriend, who was conveniently wearing a very low-cut t-shirt (boob tubes I think they're called). And guy 1, on being told of by guy 2, said that he was looking because the girlfriend had a nice t-shirt. So guy 2 wanted to bash him up, and my mum had to ask them to stop. At least guy 2 was nice enough to say 'sorry mam' to my mum. Guy 1's an asshole who's a regular, and he's really annoying... He came to ask my mum something, but he's slightly retarded, and has a really soft voice.
Strange thing was that he could even shout at guy 2. Which means that he does it on purpose, which is even more annoying because we have a business to run and we don't stand there all day deciphering his *holy words*. So guy 2 was like 'you watch out, I'll be waiting for you outside' and his girlfriend was like 'shut the f*ck up, Jason' (apparently guy 2's name is Jason) and when they were about to leave, guy 1 (the super annoying one) goes 'yeah, shut the f*ck up, Jason'. See what I mean by that he's annoying? So guy 2 wanted to come back in and beat him to pulp, but his girlfriend stopped him.
Gee. I wish he had. I was tempted to bring out the pompoms and go 'FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!' and cheer guy 2 on, but I suspect my mum would have skinned me alive. Anyway, my mum and I had a hearty laugh after they both left, especially at the 'her t-shirt is nice' bit.
And I need to go shopping! I think the school ball (urgh) is unfortunately on the 29th of Feb, which means that if I procrastinate any longer, I'm screwed. I don't want it to be like last year, when I just dug something up from my mum's old clothes the night before because I was undecided as to whether to go. Bah. I don't really want to go though.
I've been feeling really guilty about not practising the piano too. I reckon Gaby's gonna slaughter me when she hears my horrendous playing, which probably deproved (inverse of improved) since the last time. I haven't had the time (and yes, mostly the motivation) to practise though!
Gah. I'm bored...
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