an investigation of the anticlimax

So today I was at the bus stop, and I was cranky so I started writing my post for today. n_n

You want to know what I find stupid about my bus service? The interval between the bus I need to take and the bus after that is fifty minutes. Who the eff does that? Fifty minutes is not a normal time interval to be used or an SI unit so when I'm at home I couldn't have guessed "oh I'm going to say the interval between this bus and the next will be forty-four minutes and thirty-six seconds ^^" because that is just unreasonable like fifty minutes is == There is no bus in between so I have to wait here like a virgin dick desperate for a ride ... on the bus for almost fifty effing fricking minutes. Was there some chain mail that I deleted about fifty minutes being the new hour, and if so I'm still waiting for the small girl to murder me in my bed or some [true] shit. To make matters worse Mr Bus, you were late. I'm no longer angry just very disappointed in your behaviour this morning

...so I just left in the midst of writing this post to go to the store to purchase some new stationary as mine has been pissing me off lately due to its inherent spiral-binderness and decrepitness (I know it's not a word but since I'm in HL English now I have to play the part--by trying to sound smart, and, in effect, increase my pre-existing awesomeness with some more awesome -vocab fail- so that you, the reader will view me as being more suited for HL English ... lol that made me work). So after picking the books I wanted I spent about fifteen minutes in the newsagency internally deliberating about which pen was a good pen that I should buy--no, I mean great pen--NO WAIT I MEAN THE MOST ULTIMATE PEN OF ALL PENS!

The qualities I looked for in the pen were whether or not they were German (because they would be uber efficient and built with a streamlined design thus maximising racing speed) or Japanese (because they would be the most kawaii des ne and they would also be the most suited for transforming into giant fighting robots, and, therefore, make better defenders of the planet Earth than most pens). The decision--difficult, the battle for my selection--intense, my heart's beat--rapid, my palms--sweaty and my hands--trembling. If only there were a way in which I could buy both, but due to the current global financial crisis I am forced into living an increasingly frugal lifestyle meaning I could only survive the rest of the week if I bought only one pen. If only there were some way I could combine both of the pens into one froth-worthy creation that brings together the best qualities of both much like Devon Aoki, my ultimate woman being half German and half Japanese or to some extent like Yuki Greinke, who is the epitome of perfection of the human form. Actually, more so the latter of those two.

Anyway, due to my financial restrictions I could not buy both and combine the two pens into one monstrous creation with parts selected from existing pens for their beauty a la Frankenstein or like that Soompi post Kt and I read in class today about combining two pens for increased fluidity or some shit ... but there could be only one survivor as everyone knows that the last two surviving will be a couple stranded on a deserted island where they are instructed to kill each other with dialogue something along the lines of
Boy: Yeah I love you let's survive together
*girl shoots guy*
*guys shoot back*
*girl dies*
*guys screams into abyss*

My mind was a mess with the imagined words of the pens.
Japanese Pen: anata doushite pick the German pen? pick me and I will be your personal geisha
German Pen: das other pen ist not good. Pick me for perfection, and leathery nights of fun

I squealed like a little bitch not knowing what to do with myself, but deep down I knew that if I looked into myself as a knower and discovered my inner learner profile's desires than I would make the right decision. I knew at this point that I had reached self actualisation, in others words--nirvana, because studying under the International Baccalaureate had changed my life for the better so I no longer felt any desire to want anything only to inquire about why people want and other annoying questions, as is the idea with TOK and, in general, a lot of things to do with IB.

The end.

You know what really sucks?
This story.

If anyone actually got into that story I bought the Japanese pen. I am only telling you so that you may sleep soundly tonight.

a bit ranty

Aaaahhh I wasn't going to mention it on this post but it just happened to me ... but wth is with people starting a convo with you only to abandon you in the convo three seconds in. Or they just stop replying to you, which is even worse, because it says they're online and now you just think they're fucking with you. Even thought they're probably not. Well I know she's not but it's still annoying xD

(I guess since the intro of this post seems "ranty" I'll just continue with that mindset xD)

Hmmm, I have a problem with people who think they're "deep". I don't know why it bothers me so much, but sometimes I feel like just saying something like oh I don't know - "OMG I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT TO COMPLAIN BECAUSE YOU'RE RICH, WHITE AND ARE ONLY SIXTEEN YOU HAVE NO REAL PROBLEMS. EAT, GOD". It wouldn't bother me as much, but reading philosophy books does not make you "deep", it means you can read. I don't think reading some book will suddenly make you totally wise. It's not like this is pokemon and you have a rare candy and it increases your level, just saying. My friend told me about some guys who were all up in her grill when she told them they weren't top shit for reading Nietzsche. I don't think reading some books will make you an expert on life.

... My parents trying to get me out of the house to ummmmm yeah consummate their relationship I like to think I was born of immaculate conception lol ... SERIOUSLY? I first suspected it when my dad got back from overseas and they made me go out to have dinner, when I didn't feel like going out T_T. Today dad asked me if I was going out at least 9 times this morning, which makes me feel like he wanted me out of the house and ew ew ew ew ewwwwwww ... 

... The fact that I swear so much. I need to stop, because I'm scared that in my IB english oral I will stumble and then say something like "FUCKINGBITCHWHORETITMOUTHCOCKSUCKINGCUNTDICK(honeynut)SHITBAG(s)" and knowing what I'm like normally, that's not much of a stretch, if at all. Especially since swearing has evolved into a competition between Kt and I, since we tried playing that game to see who could swear the longest without pausing (no, Kt, "nigger" is still not a swear word :P)

... Skinny girls who complain about being fat ... Okay then, you're fat =/ 

... When someone else gets credit for something I did ... like ummmm laundry. I know it's nothing big but WHY DO YOU MAKE ME DO ALL THE CHORES-oh crap I'm beginning to sound like Steven lol

Ummm now that that is over I can commence with the dreary updates of my uninteresting life. I was home for most of the day and I almost finished my Debating speech for Wednesday, and of course by "almost finished" I mean "just started". The debating coach happens to be my instep (my school's name for "form") teacher which means he can hound me every day. He seems to get angry at me for everything I do lately, which might be why I'm late for/arrive after instep every day it's not planned it just happens to uhmmm happen, someone should buy me a thesaurus for my birthday although I'm not putting that into an official list of things I want for my birthday roflol gsgdsggedgerg53795354gdsh but seriously sometimes I don't know why he doesn't just take it easy on me for sometimes doing stuff.

Aaaaaaah since it's my blog I can decide whether or not I want to fangirl something or not. BoA's new album has almost been released, and I'm pretty sure I can convince mum to get it for me as some kind of early birthday present n_n 

... also not to brag but I got an A7 on my chinese interactive oral, but I'm pretty sure it's only because I said Mrs Richards has a "watermelon-seed-face".

WE'LL MISS YOU MRS RICHARDS!