its friday its friday fuck me fuck me this glorious day heralds the weekend-away, far far away from the annoying pricks that i have to teach. today after sch im meeting razzie and we're heading to inlingua@somerset to register for our mandarin class, which commences tomo. after that its swensons for us! wee hoo!
i was initially reluctant to join Raz because its just before Spanish and we have 10 mins to get our asses to Bencoolen, which is unrealistic. AND my saturdays are allready pretty hectic. but well... the timing is perfect and i'll have a friend. its time to stop making excuses. if not now then when? which other 10-week block would be better? just do it girl! besides, its really embarrassing not being able to pronounce my students' names. and i wanna know what these stinkin reekin amarillo de hombres are sayin behind my back. Yo tengo enfadado. grrrr!
im still fighting off the narcilepsy. i feel so groggy. i can get up on time but i cant seem to stay awake in the morning. ugh. i just googled it and apparently i should sit under the AC or sit on an uncomfortable chair and sit up straight and drink coffee or sniff essential oils. fuck all that! life is tough and you want me to make it harder? fuck out of here! asswipes! savages!
i dont get why so many of my colleagues are walking past my desk. it gets tiring to be on your guard all the time. my cursor lies on my PowerPoint tab, ready and waiting. Naomi is such a poker face- she probably was Lady Gaga's inspiration for that song. can't she just smile a bit. or smile genuinely? i feel like sticking up a finger whenever she bares her teeth. where is the life??? zombie-ass cunt. she's harmless though. but ill be surprised if i ever spy the smallest hint of a genuine upward crease on those lips of hers. miserable cow. get a personality transplant! bitch.
and horsey mabel annoys me with that face of hers. i NEED to slap her, like the dessert needs the rain, like a poet needs the pain. it sucks that i have an annoying and haughty face too. i can't quite relish all my dark thoughts because they tend to turn towards me too. me and my fucked up face. sigh. come to bed naomi and mabel. maybe if we all make love it'll go away. ewwwwww! dont even dream of it you skanky motherfuckers!
i just learnt that we have Drama meetup today. i do have a skin appt at 3pm which is impt because im on ISTN. and im also gonna do a skin peel. so whatta do... i'll assess the situation, see how much damage my absence will do and if its worth it im pressing on with my plans.
This week has been rather fucked up. last week went pretty well- i was upbeat and withit. things took a sinister turn this week. im getting tired of my restless and disobedient charges who will not deign to listen when the Sultanah speaks. In another time and place, I would be on my throne, admiring the severed heads my guards have brought to me for inspection, as proof that those who offend the Queen have to pay with their worthless lives. All i would have to do is sniff and snarl 'Loathsome Creature!' and the deed would be done. I may even have adorned my bedroom with their skulls- integrate it with the decor a little. worse still... this annoying fuckmouth retard of a teacher asked me if i was pregnant. all because i said i was tired. this sort of swinish rudeness cannot be tolerated. fine, i have a pooch but one must NEVER ask fat girls if they're pregnant. its common courtesy to ask around and perhaps indulge in a private snigger.... if of course, you do not fear the wrath of God Amighty WHO CAN READ EVIL THOUGHTS AND WILL PUNISH YOU FOR IT............before dropping the bombshell.
Just yest my student- this cute boy whom i still like- asked me why i dress like im 35 instead of 23-24. still, he didnt have to ask that in front of a bunch of girls who burst out laughing. so im fat and i look old. thank you god, for this wonderful life.
who's that hysterical bitch in the pantry? one more giggle and im goin over to bust some balls. there is nothin to giggle about like that in a freakin school. lately, I've been afflicted with this keen sense of urgency. I'm almost 24 and what have i done with my life? what have i achieved? i have been so out of it for years. i havent actually lived life. apart from those wild nights that we'd occasionally have when i was in uni. i have not come out of my shell. i need to. i need to do stuff, learn stuff and be someone. i dont blame myself for the reclusiveness- i think you just have to learn from it BUT im desperate to make up for lost time. i need to live my life and be vital and feel alive.
I have a lesson in an hour's time. Notes to print, stuff to prepare, things to do but no food to eat. Khong Guan biscuits actually taste poisonous. my taste buds feel inflamed.
I'm feeling the strain...and im too sleepy to deal with it. i just need to get out of school fast.
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