Bring Me Flowers

'For successful applicants, details of the interview and folio presentation will be sent to you by Friday 6 November 2009'

I thought today was the 6th and I rushed out to check my mailbox in the morning before my Psychology exam.. But mum said the postman only drops by in the afternoon..
So I checked again after my exam- found some dust and a dead moth.
Before dinner, mum rushes into my room and gives me a letter, and I'm thinking: 'FINALLY'.. But it turned out to be some promotional letter
MAJOR MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT

WHY DOESN'T THE POSTMAN DELIVER MY MAIL IN THE MORNING?
One of life's most confounding questions.

On a happier note, depression has another name, and it is 'Mathematical Methods CAS'
Predicted study score: negative two

Every Essay I Write Turns into Trash

OMG analysing English is such a joke ! Except it's a really bad joke and nobody's laughing.
I mean, have you ever found yourself listening to the most tasteless joke, that it shouldn't even be called a joke, and just listening to the a blasphemous string of words makes you want to rip your heart out at the sound of such sadness and despair.
Analysing English is like, an infinity times worse

Haha let's analyse everything to death, haha wouldn't that be fun?
UM. NO VCAA, THAT WOULD NOT BE FUN
You know what's fun? NOT writing enough essays to make an encyclopedia in three hours.
That's pretty fun. Why don't we do that instead?
PSYCHOS

This Place was a Prison

After exams last year, I got my results and I felt as though I had fallen so far from hope..

Times have changed

Cold Mornings Never Seemed Nicer

Today, Bethany and I filled balloons with fruit loops and milk.. We also drew happy faces on our cereal bombs to remind our victims to smile. So every time we threw it, they would see a smiley face hurtling towards them before it smacked them in the head, decorating them in a glorious mess of soggy rainbow breakfast. Delicious.

Alice

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”

Wednesday

Everyday, when I get home, I have so much work to do and I have no idea where to start.
Some days I don't even start at all.. like today
Some days I also wish I was a bear.
Yeah, that's right. A bear.
I'll get to do fun things like hibernate and ride motor cycles
Doesn't that sound fun?
Well, you're wrong. It actually does

All We Ever Wanted was to be Accepted

'I was wrong, I don't mind
The impossible seems possible
This time I'm an electric wire
If the sun can radiate then so can I'
- Darling Violetta

Overcast Skies and Lullabies

Last night I was lying in bed thinking about my childhood- Saturday morning cartoons and Calvin and Hobbes comics. Now all there seems to be is lassitude and maths text books

It Means No Worries

It's true.. They do exist !

I was on My Way Down South, In Search of My Youth

(James Jean)

So you promise you'll take me back to town? Even if I drown?
'Here's my pledge- We'll sail to the edge', you said..
You said it, and by God, I'm going to hold you to it.
Cause my dear the waves are rising, and I think we're capsizing

Inbox

From:	Jan-Lee Chin	August 10, 2009 7:43 PM
To:	Bruce Norton
Subject:	SIR NORTON

I HAVE A MATTER OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE !
ARE YOU STILL IN POSSESSION OF MY MULTIMEDIA WORK FROM YR10 AND 11?!
PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE KEPT IT IN A TITANIUM SAFE, HIDDEN BEHIND A SECRET WARDROBE, AND THE ONLY KEY THAT OPENS IT IS HUNG AROUND A GIANT THREE HEADED DOG WHICH CAN NOT BE TAMED BY ANYONE BUT YOU

sincerely,
JAN-LEE



>>> Bruce Norton 08/11/09 9:38 AM >>>
Dear Jan-Lee,
I know where the dog lives and when he sleeps.
But, you have something of mine I will make a deal!
Please make arrangements.

B Norton



>>> Jan-Lee Chin 08/11/09 6:40 PM >>>
Good Sir, I am thrilled to hear that your dog is well. You will be happy to know that your Wacom Table is in pristine condition.
I'm actually using it right now. At this very moment. It's so good.
..Just wondering, would I be able to make my transaction in advance?
I kindof still need the tablet.. and well, you don't really need my work so.......
Tell me when you're free and I'll come pick it up.

Peace,
Jan-Lee



>>> Bruce Norton 08/12/09 10:20 AM >>>
NO DEAL

NO TABLET

NO WORK

From: Jan-Lee Chin August 19, 2009 5:47 PM To: Bruce Norton Subject: BLACKMAIL Attachments: hostage.jpg (65552 bytes) [View] [Open] [Save As]

Just thought you should know.. I found the three-headed dog
and I am willing to trade him for my work

Let me know how you want this to end,
Jan-Lee



>>> Bruce Norton 08/19/09 6:17 PM >>>
Dear Jan,
If you harm a single hair on the three headed dog, your work will vanish into cyber space.
I will suddenly have a file management problem.
I need to know if the Tablet is safe.
Must see evidence!
Thanks

B Norton

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'Hey, you ok?'

'Ierno.. well, my bottle leaked today, all my food got drenched and I had no water to drink. I'm three chapters behind in Maths.. I just don't get any of that, it takes me two days to solve one question. Psychology is driving me mental. I have an endless supply of English essay topics to work on. The final piece for my Visual Communication folio was due last week, and it is still incomplete. I haven't found the time to cut my nails, so I type with flat fingers and m,ake a lto of msiaktes. The Nutella jar is almost empty and VCAA is trying to kick me out of high school, which means- I have to start looking for another community that will accept me

..But yeah, I think I'll be fine'

It Came Like That

The wind came to me yesterday, gave me a gift and a shower or two
'Aww thanks' I said, 'you're too kind.. What is it ?'
It cackled and clapped its hands excitedly 'Open it, open it !'
So I unwrapped it..

AND NOW I HAVE THE FLU OF DEATH

Here's the Pitch, Richie Rich

These kids are shizzle !
If I was ten, living in America during 1994, we'd be tighter than a baseball glove two sizes too small, working those backward caps and Ray-Bans while we strut the streets like the cool cats we are



Herbert Cadbury: You can't play with THESE children. I must protest!
Richie Rich: Cadbury, CHILL. I'll be fine.
Herbert Cadbury: But they probably haven't even been VACCINATED!




Richie Rich: Come on. Let me hit
Gloria: Forget it; you probably couldn't even hit a BEACH BALL
Richie Rich: I could hit it off of YOU.
Gloria: [insulted] All right - You think you're so hot? Put your money where your mouth is!
Richie Rich: You mean bet?
Tony: Yeah. $5 says she could put you away for keeps.
Gloria: $5? How about $10?
Richie Rich: Okay - Seems a little steep, but $10 thousand it is.
[He whips it out, and they all freak out]
Gloria: No, not $10 thousand. $10 dollars
Richie Rich: Oh, $10 dollars. Okay.
Herbert Cadbury: Master Richie, I do think it unseemly in the extreme for you to take these children's money.
Gloria: What are you doing, Mr. Fancy Pants? Asking the old guy for batting tips?
Herbert Cadbury: [insulted] Take their backsides to the cleaners, Master Richie.




Pee-Wee: I just ate
Tony: You always "just ate"