surrounded by books but never reading them

In the school library now with Cindy, my surrogate mom XD haha, no she's a friend but that's a story for another day in another universe where I will be much much more talkative (okay, that's just plain scary).

I should be working. Seriously.
Science SIA, LA presentation, Math SIA.
...Chinese, too.

And Geog quiz tomorrow even though I don't understand what the teacher's saying.
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Anyway, WSC training has started! Yay! My senior-coaches are sadistic but the first training was fun! We also need to write a substantive that's due tomorrow, midnight. YAY I HAVEN'T STARTED ON ANYTHING.

...At least debate seems quite fun.

Cindy's browsing through art books and whatnot and showing me lots of lovely pictures that simply punctuate and cripple my fragile pride. I wish I could draw that well. And write. And be smart. And survive, simply put. I'm weighing my options, for my subject combination at the end of this year. I don't know why either, but it sounds terribly important (and yes it obviously IS) and as far as I know, time will just fly fly fly and before I know it, I'm dead.

CCA tomorrow! I can't wait to start on digital story telling and meet my juniors! Trust me, entering my CCA is the equivalent of a one way ticket to insanity. But at least there're some... sane people who honestly aren't that sane after my batch's fluffinating.

Recently, I've been finding the faults in people to be really annoying but let's face it, I'm extremely annoying too so... Moot point. But. I'm even starting to doubt the closest of my friends (though I doubt my intentions all the time) and. It's not nice, you know. Technically, this behaviour will be attributed to -uh- hormones or character development/growth and such.

I'M HAVING JAPANESE LATER YAY. That was not meant to be sarcastic... maybe a little. But at least it's much more enjoyable than last year's. And easier to understand.

I'm beginning to see the cracks in my class. I don't like that. And I can hardly discuss it with my classmates because that's just plain tactless, like I am.

...

Ah well.

LET'S WORK ON THE GREAT DEPRESSION WHICH MAKES ME SO DEPRESSED I WANNA VOMIT OUT SKITTLES AND POTATE.

siiiiiiiiigh.