We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Librarian
Today, I made myself white coffee during work because it was so bad, I was really sleeping, and keeping awake was more difficult than during double Econs or double GP, or quadruple Econs cum GP. A big Z was hanging over my head and the thought of TODAY IS ONLY TUESDAY makes me want to drop dead and die sleep.
"Today I asked a student to scold himself cuz I didn't want to scold him for not doing his compo and he pointed at himself and shouted CHEEBYE. omg. Super funny."
I laughed so hard on the bus, ohmytian, I love Andersonians, they are so cute right! That message is from PriscillalovesPhelps by the way, she's a relief teacher back at Anderson for two weeks, lucky her!
For my birthday this year, you can wrap up an adorable Andersonian (AAA!) for me. Lol. Alright, you can get me jotterbooks, I've been saying I want jotterbooks for years, and the ones I got aren't the orginal ones. Jotterbooks are supposed to have blank off-yellow pages, not white lined ones. Or you can get me that giraffe pattern twin pencils from Times bookstore. I think it's about $2. I only want the giraffe pattern ogay, the others don't look pretty.
Alright, it's my NINETEENTH birthday, what can I possibly ask for?
You can print me a magazine that says NINETEEN instead of SEVENTEEN to convince me we're all still young virant lads.
You can... make me something, you've about two weeks to do so. You can make me a charming card, or a uh, toy, or an Amazing Andersonian (lol), you can sew me a shirt HAHA or knit me a glove because my workplace freezes hands. Jackets are no good because the sleeves end where palms begin.
If all fails just write me a note. On green-apple-green construction paper. Or Solaris-yellow. You can mail it to my address because I love receiving letters through post. It's exciting because you won't know who it's from. If you're illiterate and you can't spell or you lost your hands in a scissors-paper-stone showdown, you can send me an empty envelope, I'll feel your thoughts HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Alright I'll mail myself birthday notes and pretend I don't know who they are from. Ohmy so exciting!
PS: I replied all the tags but Sandy (don't you miss her!) ate all my tags because she was tangry (tag-hungry).
9:44:00 PM because I say so
"Today I asked a student to scold himself cuz I didn't want to scold him for not doing his compo and he pointed at himself and shouted CHEEBYE. omg. Super funny."
I laughed so hard on the bus, ohmytian, I love Andersonians, they are so cute right! That message is from PriscillalovesPhelps by the way, she's a relief teacher back at Anderson for two weeks, lucky her!
For my birthday this year, you can wrap up an adorable Andersonian (AAA!) for me. Lol. Alright, you can get me jotterbooks, I've been saying I want jotterbooks for years, and the ones I got aren't the orginal ones. Jotterbooks are supposed to have blank off-yellow pages, not white lined ones. Or you can get me that giraffe pattern twin pencils from Times bookstore. I think it's about $2. I only want the giraffe pattern ogay, the others don't look pretty.
Alright, it's my NINETEENTH birthday, what can I possibly ask for?
You can print me a magazine that says NINETEEN instead of SEVENTEEN to convince me we're all still young virant lads.
You can... make me something, you've about two weeks to do so. You can make me a charming card, or a uh, toy, or an Amazing Andersonian (lol), you can sew me a shirt HAHA or knit me a glove because my workplace freezes hands. Jackets are no good because the sleeves end where palms begin.
If all fails just write me a note. On green-apple-green construction paper. Or Solaris-yellow. You can mail it to my address because I love receiving letters through post. It's exciting because you won't know who it's from. If you're illiterate and you can't spell or you lost your hands in a scissors-paper-stone showdown, you can send me an empty envelope, I'll feel your thoughts HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Alright I'll mail myself birthday notes and pretend I don't know who they are from. Ohmy so exciting!
PS: I replied all the tags but Sandy (don't you miss her!) ate all my tags because she was tangry (tag-hungry).
9:44:00 PM because I say so