Post#358: HatePost
Self-learning?
You’re not promoting it by not teaching. I cannot self-learn if I know nothing to begin with. If you want to treat us like university students, treat us like highschool students first. I learnt more from a website than you will ever teach me.
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Post#357: I sat down and wrote
and wrote about something I wanted to (sort of ) write about today. Instead of writing about why mountains are formed, about the difficulties of perception, or why x = -3. Because frankly, I couldn’t care right now. Given another time, situation, place, maybe I might’ve. But I don’t want to write according to guidelines. I don’t want to be told what to write and what to do.
Please, can we move?
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You wish they were still awake as you trudged through your physics lab.
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Post#355: And so…
I remember flooding the dams you built,
but never got through.
I’ll just waddle in some mud and disaster now, thanks.
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Just flipping through Canadian Living and came through something that made me feel bitter again about my situation: basically, it said that people who sit around their asses all day are less likely to live their lives to the fullest. No brainer there.
30 more days until break. 1 more week of hell, kind of. I don’t want to think about next week. I don’t want to think about anything for a month actually. This feels like I’m being continually punched in the head and the ovaries. Not to mention how much it sucks to lack sleep all the time.
And all along, I know that the ending is going to be anti-climatic, I won’t recall the past 2 years, and it’ll be like I never lived those 2 years (pretty much true.)
I really would be much much much happier in a different place. I told you to move, and you never listened. I told you so many times. So here, I’ll admit it. I’m miserable. I’m so miserable it’s beyond control because I have no time to resolve it.
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Tags: IB, miserable
Hey Donkey.
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Post#352: You made me smile
So hard. I had no idea your wit was that sharp. (perhaps sharper than mine?)
Tell me, why do we live in different time zones?
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Post#351: I missed you so much…
I waited for you all day.
Thanks for living miles away.
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WestLife’s rendition of Clementine. Now although I don’t really approve of boybands touching jazz…Westlife isn’t so bad!
(The reason I SHOULDN’T like this song though is because.. it makes fun of fat people. Now that’s not funny, right?)
Poor Chunky Clementine 
Enjoy 
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Tags: Clementine Westlife, music, Westlife jazz
So I just came across some guy’s msn status (or whatever you call them) and it was a reference to a Jack Johnson song.
And then I remembered through all my Brian Setzer, Pink Martini Barbershop Quartet (I hear you laughing. I swear though. Some of these barbershop quartet’s have gotten me through a long night) obsessions that I havn’t heard Jack Johnson in over a little while!
He was and still is one of my favourite artists.
So. I hope next week goes by quickly. So I can cross off another 7 days off of my Christmas countdown.
I want to be done my time in highschool now. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.
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Tags: a reminder, I hate highschool, jack johnson, music I havn't heard in a while
