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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I am so bored and I have exactly two minutes to type up something truly groundbreakingly fascinating that will have all of you gasping for air. Dammit, one minute just passed. See, I was planning to wash my softball bag (which is so camouflaged in dirt that it will find its place in the Sahara Desert) at 9 pm but being the lazyass procrastinator I am, I have pushed the child labour time till 9:30.

Shit, which is now.

NOOOO.. *slaps myself* I should be getting my ass off my chair and walk 10 paces and engage in some serious cleaning business. GO GO GO! I'm in desperate need of self motivation. If only I could tear my eyes away from the computing screen for just one .. two.. inches..

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Fail. I swear I'm hearing that word increasingly often as results of yearlies are received. Everyday as I walk towards my next class .. (or strolling EXTREMELY SLOWLY at the speed of minus light if it's VD) I often catch the daily conversations something along the lines of this ..

A: OMFG I JUST GOT MY HISTORY/MATHS/GEO BACK. HOLY EFFING @)#(@*#!
B: holy shiz I FAILED that ! mothereffin..
A: I reckon! EPIC PHAILS! I fail at life.

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Hmm. Aw cheer up guys, at least it's only year 9.

Anyways, today was finals for sport, and needless to say, our softball team did not make it. I think we killed any chance of making finals when we lost to Glenwood ALOT to NOT MANY. (Sorry, scoreline too embarrassing). So then I had three choices:

1. Watch touch footy people (hopefully) own Kellyview.
2. Raid the netballers' BBQ like the cheap asian that I am.
3. Watch volleyball against Ruse, which is basically WWIII - battle of the asians.
4. Jump off a cliff.

Although option 4 looked immensely tempting, I chose option 1 and found myself sitting on the sidelines of the touch game without informing Ms Sakrab. So the end she sent people to find me and was like " you have to stay in here to watch volleyball. Sorry but that's just the way it is."

Hmm.

So then, being the Einstein-mind genius that I am, I suggested to Bob that we sneak out through the toilets and Pat will call us if the teacher comes looking for us, and if the teacher asks where we were, just say that we were being constipated in the bathrooms and we'll try to sprint back as fast as we can.

C'est magnifique, non?

So then, this plan was carried out twice with two false alarms. == Bob and I had to sprint back twice and we both agreed that we had more exercise today than any school softball game we've played.

In the end, Touch A's lost because the ref was from that @)#(#)$ school who were like " OH THIS AINT FKING CHINATOWN" " SUCK MY BALLS" " FKN ASIANS" at us and those guys who pulled their pants down when we versed them in soccer. How biase. And the B's WERE winning until the ref for the A's went on. Then they ended up in a draw. Goodjob guys (Y).

I should really go and wash my bag now. Or else the dusty footprints on it shall become a imprint and then become a FOSSIL. Now wouldn't that be interesting. Scientists like Nishy and Gary will discover it in another 200 years and win a Nobel Prize.

xx.

GEORGE.