Chemistry was pretty fine. I couldn't believe it myself that my full attention was paid during t6hat whole hour or so. Gee, I guess chemistry between me and chemistry is strong. Okay that sounded real weird and confusing. Unfortunately, algebra attacked me the period after. I was alarmed, like a blinking red alarm in my vision with a piercing shrill that must have awoken even the dead dinosaurs. A frenzy started in my heart. Palpitations so hard and loud I figured people in Africa would be shocked at such an unorthodox noise. The chaos didn't end there. If you sat beside me, from a side-view perspective (OBVIOUSLY), you could see a heart shaped thing throbbing, making my left chest area shook. The nerves in my palpitating heart evoke such a strong reaction in my brain that for a second, I caught myself in an disastrous spasm. My body shook uncontrollably. But inside I felt so calm and serene. Most probably because my brain went haywire which caused my vision to completely become a blur. And all I saw was complete beautiful nothingness. Pitch black and gloomy. Despite, the insane breakdown(literally), with silence wrapping me all around (yes, my sense of hearing got confiscated too) there was as much possibility of me exploding as there was for me to sleep. I was trudging to my way happily to Valley of the great SLUMBERers. And I laughed. and farted.
Okay so much for english. If you might have not guess, I'm just pulling your leg. And i'm going to put this pulled leg in my closet of Legs-a-mania, filled with legs which I pulled. I wonder who invented that. I mean like what type of guy/girl/gay/monkey/alien invented that? I mean I can't even group that dude into any stereotypes. There's just so many possibilities of what the-inventer-of-I-pulled-your-leg person might be in. Hah, okay enough of random bomboms.(?)
Okay, math went in a flash (not because it really did but because I want to make it that way in this post, 'cause my blog is already dead and as boring as an old granny sipping tea and reading a newspaper that was dated 500 years ago, only to find out she's dead (How sad. come on readers, say it with me: aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww. kay enough bitches). So after boring math that drove me to my grave again and again and again, (okay I should really stop adding nonsense to my sentences though I know it makes perfect sense. (okay I don't exactly but i mean this is my blog and I have my rights. What was the subject again? Damnit I am now stuck in my contradictions. So as to to prevent further damage to my brain, which I like to call it my brain cause it's cool and I like to amuse myself for no particular reason. Fuck, goddamnit here I go again. And seriously, I should stop talking in brackets. I feel so restrained. And its a real weird feeling when you imagine yourself being stuck in between two huge brackets (its funny too. I dont care if you think it is. it is to me, and I dont care about what you think, you ass. *opens her pants and shows you her buttocks and shows out her tongue*)
LETS PLAY COUNT THE BRACKETS! ._____.
So after math, I went to Macs. With Amalina and Sherminah. SEE, DONT YOU THINK RHYMING THINGS ARE HILARIOUS?! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH.
okay before I get into a laughing frenzy, I would proceed to my blogging in which i am doing now but im not exactly blogging about my day, in which you need to blog about when you're blogging, so practically i'm not blogging because I'm not blogging about my day. Now I'm as confused as a rat with stripes holding hands with a purple monkey in a pickle jar in a white room in a rocket near a planet in the milky way in outer space in the universe. Now confused? I am. I suck. Damn. Hahaha. HELLO!
I'm patting my back in a way of congratulating me as I'm once again contradicting myself. Darn it!
So as I was saying until imagination interrupted me, I was at macs with Ama and sherwinny. We ate, O B V I O U S L Y. oh hold up! before that we saw dill and errrmmm, I wanted to make Ahmad's name short like dill's name but then realised his name would be ahm (like an expression, or a sigh) or even worse Ahma, so let's just stick to Ahmad cause I'm nice and I dont want to be mean, and he's a friend. (HELLO AHMAD!) Amalina invited him over to sit with us but I guess he didn't wanna or maybe.. I would include what I thought of his decline to our invitation but I reckon i shouldn't even more after realizing it's a blog, which isn't private. So, HELLO DILLON! hah.
Ama and me talked like crazy and gossiped and shit (I meant we didn't literally shit but we 'gossiped and shit'. You know, like a term people use as a replacement for stuff, e.g read and stuff) HAH, I laughed so loud when Haziq told Amalina to tell me that the paramore disc 2 opens the other way. Hah, okay, it doesn't sound funny. Whatevs.
hold on while I scream "PARAAAAAMOOOORE" in my head.
okay done. So well, we left eventually and bade our goodbyes at the mrt station.
*FAST FORWARD*
ATE FIVE WHOLE FRENCH FRIES AT THE PARK NEAR MY PLACE. (that makes me sound like a diet-freak to those who don't know what it meant)
Was really pissed for no reason. And for once, i found peace in the noise of the pitter-patter of the rain. That made me relax. Soon after, I caught myself walking in the rain, drenching everything I was wearing, (I should not proceed on with the descriptions of the previous sentence *smiles*) But I really couldn't care less. By the time I reached home, the noise still drained out all the other sounds in my house, which was pretty useful for I know my family's watching a really lame show on astro aruna, i don't know if I spelt it correctly. okay sorry to interrupt, but I smell VOMIT. So i headed to my room and watched 'PARAMORE LIVE IN CHICAGO TOUR', which rocked my ass off. And before I forget, I TALKED TO MY LATENIGHTHOTSTUFF, which the one and only Irah *classical music as entrance*. (HAHA) I miss her loads, like seriously. She's this dude with a pretty personality whom I can relate too! And the best part is, she loves my scandal, Mr Joshua Neil Farro.
Okay I'm not going to kill the rest of my night typing. So I'm going to enjoy the moonlight and listen to the sweet sound of my older brother and my mother joining forces to nag at my younger brother. AWW, pity pity him. That's all folks. And I really truly hope your life(s) going great.
p/s, what is p/s?