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Thursday, 31 January 2008 | 21:05
awayawayawayawayaway
Sometimes I just want to go, "F**k off!".

New day, new shit.
Another day, another piece of crap.
JUST STOP IT WILL YA?


Mr J___ was quite funny today. I don't wanna type his name cause some teachers with no life like to Google their names and then students get scolded for bitching about them. But this isn't anything bad, so don't worry. :)
Mr J was asking us some question in class, and I didn't catch it so I said to Mervelle who was nsitting next to me, "What's the question?" perhaps a little too loud. Mr J heard it and said, "What's the question?" and repeated it. Mervelle and I exchanged looks. Whoops.

And then, he asked us for our names. He called Mervelle "Merville." Hahah!
Mr J: "And what's your partner's name?"
Me: "Annabel."
Mr J: "Mervelle and Annabel...it rhymes!"
M and I : "....."
Mr J: "Come up to the front please."
(I wonder if I ought to be excited or scared.)

Mr J to the class: "Do you know what Belle means?"
Somebody says 'pretty' or summat.
Mr J: "Bel means beautiful."

:D Cooluio. I already knew that, but it's cool that he knows. I think it's of French origin. I like French. It's sexy.
Heheh. So anyways, Mr J gets Mervelle and I to move further and closer away from each other. He's being lame the whole time. When we both move towards each other real fast at the same time he goes, "WHOA." Hahah. We get so close our noses almost touched.

I'm looking forward to lunch with Duckling soon. :) :)




In time or so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story
...