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Deimi Brigitte
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
hotdog RIP critter
Posted by Deimi Brigitte at 7:45 PM
I gave Patrimbo a warm hug when I reached the hall. She brought bubble gum and smidgets (donut in a ball shape) Pree didn't come, again, on Tuesday, go figure.
My SS teacher may be a spaz. Everytime he calls my name, he says it in a high-pitched tone (trying to make it sound girlish) like this morning in class, everyone was already standing up except for me, he went "Daaaaaymi." and I gave him the look and stood up.
For EL, Mr Azlan came and took over. He's not bad, rather funny. We did this mind map thing and I had fun (and to think Aza and I used to hate him).
I just noticed how loud the MT teacher's voice is. I got to sleep, before waking up a few minutes before class ends and I couldn't go back to sleep since the teacher was really loud and she wasn't scolding anyone, she was talking by her so-called normal voice.
Just like Farah. She has a really sharp voice that I could tolerate later in the morning till the whole day but not in the morning. In the morning, I'd like a peace and quiet but that would change when Farah talks really loud, even in the morning.
Making me really grumpy but I still love her, her birthday is coming up this friday, yes, the same day as Good Friday. I may just go vegetarian for a day. Sacré bleu and merde, we haven't returned our library books and its due. I didn't go for my bloody CCA today, Patrimbo has choir and Pree didn't come to school, which leaves me to go alone.
And the verdict is, I will not go.
So hoppidy hop to Pree's house. I texted-eth Pree-eth that-eth I'm coming-eth. Then some ballistimuscus happened, she told me dearest Hotdog had just passed away, which made me gasp out loud in the bus, I was too shocked to even care what the people thought about me gasping. I bought comfort food (seaweed) and brought it to her house.
It was sad to see no critter in the cage, ... downright sad. We just slouched on the couch (hey! it rhymes) and watched all kinds of shows while carpenters and whatnot walk by us, I have no idea what's going on, I didn't get to ask.
Then the brothers came and we left to go to Northpoint to eat dinner. Now my dad told me to eat and told him I'm already full and he said its all because I just wanted to play the computer, and so I shouted that I already said I ate dinner outside and whispered to myself, "You stupid dad." This is my everyday drama of home "sweet" home. My shitass dad contributes a lot to the drama. I hate him. Period. Now shoo, you midgets.
My SS teacher may be a spaz. Everytime he calls my name, he says it in a high-pitched tone (trying to make it sound girlish) like this morning in class, everyone was already standing up except for me, he went "Daaaaaymi." and I gave him the look and stood up.
For EL, Mr Azlan came and took over. He's not bad, rather funny. We did this mind map thing and I had fun (and to think Aza and I used to hate him).
I just noticed how loud the MT teacher's voice is. I got to sleep, before waking up a few minutes before class ends and I couldn't go back to sleep since the teacher was really loud and she wasn't scolding anyone, she was talking by her so-called normal voice.
Just like Farah. She has a really sharp voice that I could tolerate later in the morning till the whole day but not in the morning. In the morning, I'd like a peace and quiet but that would change when Farah talks really loud, even in the morning.
Making me really grumpy but I still love her, her birthday is coming up this friday, yes, the same day as Good Friday. I may just go vegetarian for a day. Sacré bleu and merde, we haven't returned our library books and its due. I didn't go for my bloody CCA today, Patrimbo has choir and Pree didn't come to school, which leaves me to go alone.
And the verdict is, I will not go.
So hoppidy hop to Pree's house. I texted-eth Pree-eth that-eth I'm coming-eth. Then some ballistimuscus happened, she told me dearest Hotdog had just passed away, which made me gasp out loud in the bus, I was too shocked to even care what the people thought about me gasping. I bought comfort food (seaweed) and brought it to her house.
It was sad to see no critter in the cage, ... downright sad. We just slouched on the couch (hey! it rhymes) and watched all kinds of shows while carpenters and whatnot walk by us, I have no idea what's going on, I didn't get to ask.
Then the brothers came and we left to go to Northpoint to eat dinner. Now my dad told me to eat and told him I'm already full and he said its all because I just wanted to play the computer, and so I shouted that I already said I ate dinner outside and whispered to myself, "You stupid dad." This is my everyday drama of home "sweet" home. My shitass dad contributes a lot to the drama. I hate him. Period. Now shoo, you midgets.