one alone is not enough; you need two together

I remember when my cousin slept over on the weekend and we were watching tv and we broke out into that song from Mulan 2 (yes, there's a sequel). That is all I could think about because I'm feeling a bit sick lately which I attribute to everyone in school having wild unprotected bouts (yes, they were like boxing matches and as the author it IS my intent to conjure such imagery in the audience's mind blah blah blah HL english is so pompous*) of intimacy by which saliva was transferred and now everyone is sick. Thankyou, sick people. Anyway just wanted to say thanks to Geoff for buying me food upon sighting my unsightly visage this morning. If ever you're angry at your parents and you need me to be -errrhm- black, I will definitely be here for you. 

Usually I wouldn't mind getting sick because well it's just illness and it's a fact of life (well it doesn't often happen to me, because Yeah 我是 superman Yeah 你是loser), but I have a debate tomorrow night, and I'm scared of telling the coach that I can't go because I'm sick. So I did the next best thing and told him that I would be too sick to go to school, but not sick enough to miss out on the debate. T_T You're probably thinking that it would make more sense to go to school and not go to the debate, or to not go to either, but fERTHEWRT (that is my teacher's name, it is not an alias, you can believe me or not) said if we have like committment issues with debating that we should've never joined the team (been born, enjoyed life, etc) 

*ahhh now that I am in the company of "higher beings" in my new HL class, I realise the level of pompousity and pretention the IB expects us to deliver in our orals which they give good marks for being "truly spontaneous utterances"--or some shit. In class we were all asked to bring something forward in the discussion of the excerpt we had in front of us (Macbeth's third soliloquoy for those of you playing at home). In the beginning I was like "oh that sounds good", but as it progressed it kept sounding more and more pre-packaged and manufactured. I find it highly contradictory of the english department, to expect us to present our own interpretation of the text if we're constantly fed the same interpretations. They don't want us to regurgitate ideas but we're bombarded with so much in-depth analysis as it is that what they're really expecting us to do is re-invent the wheel. 

In some way or another I guess I just feel like originality is dead, and someone thought your thoughts long before you thought them.

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Oh and CONGRATZ to Rachel on the Moran Photography Prize thing! 

TOKin abt ummm how psychology was not respected until it was supported by scientific explanations

I'm pretty much done with my TOK draft which is why I decided to blog. I was planning on finishing it as soon as I got home but I was tired and before I could say "no-don't-go-to-sleep" I was-SPOILER ALERT-fast asleep. In my essay I talk about the similarities and differences between historical and scientific explanations. Since I didn't want to do any research I just recycled information I had already been taught about in the past, e.g. psychology, Mendel's Principles

When I woke up I was in an unpleasant mood, because I hate falling asleep in the afternoons because then I can't sleep properly at night. This sucks because lately I've been trying to get to bed at 11pm, otherwise I'd be late for school ummm not that anyone is concerned but I'm pretty sure that with the amount of times that I'm late to school, and the rate at which I am late- y' or f'(x) lol I will probably not receive my diploma for not being present for 250 class hours T_T so I can't be late anymore . It is now 1:33am and Eric wants me to go to the gym with him this morning, which means I would have to catch the 6:00bus, in four hours and twenty-six minutes at the time I typed this, that is. So that doesn't seem likely, but if I leave earlier I can go catch the bus with Jermia (at 5:00am) which is an appealing idea n_n 

This pretty much means I relinquish my crown as nocturnal club king, and it's something I'm not ashamed to admit. I'm getting old. It's like if you're a prostitute and you're starting to sag more so than usual you should know to call it quits ... or only advertise yourself to people with sag-fetish, which is still switching up your game. So in essence, I'm just dealing with my saggyness--old age, and advertising myself only to people with sag-fetish--by giving up such a childish competition.

I know by saying "childish competition" I sound pretentious but to be honest, there are so many childish competitions that I enjoy every day with friends. The competition about who could get the most year ten friends, the competition about who was liked more by X, Y or Z, the competition between who would be the first to talk to Q, the competition to see who was waved at more by B lol etc

I really enjoy these stupid competitions though, because besides being really fun they help me to relax on the juggling-balls. Oh yeah, and we've started to act like big-headed seniors which is quite fun. Saying things like, "know your place, you year ten person, and don't talk to me. Stop looking in my general direction, too" is always fun. Even though it sounds terribly abbraisive and harsh     ...

ummm it is, so I don't know why I put "even though" at the front ... it was probably to provide my character with some sort of non-existent redeeming quality... oh well, I tried : ) 

At lunch times the tables in our refectory uncommon fancy word for canteen are usually quite full, so being the considerate year twelves that my friends and I are we usually just swarm a small group from year ten. It's fun, and the "wtf"-looks on their face make it all the more worthwhile, besides they are often to paralysed with fear or awe at our awesomeness to respond verbally.

It's my senior year stress, stress eat stress balls, stress-face so don't judge me for finding pleasure in other people's slight discomfort xD