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[b];DEVENISHHHH[/b] ] GO SIRENSS (:
I could not be more happier with today...:D
I knewwwwww it. I knew that when someshit happened last night and the night before, and this morning, something would make up for it.b) i love my English class too! so i was sad when i would have to change
BUT
I, Devenish, being almighty as I am INCIDENTALLY got the same teacher for mod.hist that I had before? Isn't that GREAT???!
*gloats*
And also because I am just so cool, MY ENGLISH CLASS IS MAD! Quiet yes, filled with chauvinistic pinheads, yes, BUT SO MANY PEOPLE I LIKE ARE IN IT!!! So happy, so so happy!!
Speaking of english .Grr. Mark. Grr. He stole my seat. I got there first and I wanted to sit next to Michael but his like "HIS MY ASIAN"
)':
So I got him back. That is the end of my retribution story, now I shall behave appropriately towards him and not persecute him anymore!:) We is friends. In my opinion anyway:D:D:D
LOL I'm such a drama queen. WHY IS ENGLISH SO SEGREGATED BTW? Girl's don't have cooties anymore=(
Haha english teacher is mad...he challenges me whereas my old english teacher (AS MUCH AS I LOVE HER) didn't. SO happy, however Jimmy thinks that he is boring and sleeps in class. I have seen. Jimmy does sleep in class. It's funny:D
OMG VIVIANS PERM! SHE LOOKS
SO
G.
So so sso sos soooooooooooo soso so so so soooooooo pretty!!!!She looks like those cute girls in jap magazines that you can only ever sigh and be envious about, because you know you can't even be like that because your indian. HAHA!
Random blogging is fun. UMUM RELIGION. Our teacher rants o.O He needs a blog so he can get it all of his chest and teach us:) But he tells us stories with morals, and maybe that's his teaching style. If it is, its interesting. Also, you can't really learn much from this topic, its basically formulating your own opinion.
My modern history class is quiet *sigh. No one participates ): But its better then it being all rowdy and disgusting:)
We had Ash Wednesday Liturgy today.
I SAW MY RELIGION TEACHERS UNDERARM.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.WWWWW.THE HAIR.THE HAIR.
UM SAW DALE TODAY!!! WAS SO HAPPY!!!!!
Today was such a good day. Reckon I'll have a shit one tomorrow at the price of this one?
LOL WANNA SEE THE SPELL CHECK THAT COMES UP FOR DEVENISH?
i COULD go on. But I'm too lazzyy
FUCK LAZINESS. HAHA
Sorry if the swearing offended people.
At home. Oh.
My parents will never know me until I move out of this house. Please don't get me wrong, they are great, I have a fantastic house, a fantastic life. But when things get handed to you just like that, where's the adventure? Where's the independence?
Where is the self-discovery?
I feel as if I can't show who I can be at home. Why is that, can someone tell me? Why can I never talk to anyone about it, can someone tell me? Why am I so obscure, can someone please tell me?
You know what's funny? This guilt. I won't go against my parents wishes, or do what I really want I to do because I really love them. That's why I can't discuss all this with people, I feel sucha guilt. I feel a guilt now. Sometimes I wish I'd die in this tragic and horrific way, and they'd find all the letters, poems, stories and even my blog, so they'd know how much I love them. Crazy yea? I know. I know. That's how much I think they are unaware of it.
I've sacrificed friends, I've sacrificed so much of my happyness, .a chance of finding love, creating memories because of them. And they actually think I don't care. My mum honestly thinks we're not alike. That I almost hate her. It kills me.
I'm selfish. Today is the yr 7 family mass. My sister is in yr 7 so she went and I asked my parents if they were going. And they said no, and I replied; "BUT YOU HAVE TO...YOU SHOULD BE THERE," To which they simply said; "It's okay, she's different. She's not like you. She doesn't need me."
I was astounded. What am I, needy and clingy? Am I really? Am i not independent? Have I not tried again and again to show that I am? What...just. What??! So I got angry. I told her I didn't care if parents came to my events. That that's the reason I'm not going travelling with them in the holidays. I knew at the time I should control myself, but I didn't. She called me back and she said "WHAT!" And I said "You made me sound so stupid. You hurt me." And she goes, "Ashna doesn't need me. She's different. She's not like you."
Not like you.
What am I?
So she went to drop Ashna, came back and came to my computer and said. "You are like my sister, your never happy. You have the devil inside your brain." I'm pretty sure the devil bit was metaphorical. She's not very religious. And she goes "Something broke inside me when you said you didn't care if we weren't there. There's alot of difference between you and Ashna. What does that say about you as a daughter?"
I felt so guilty. So selfish. So bad. Why do I cause people pain, why do I make my parents so upset? Why do I break their hearts so easily?
They would have been better with someone other then me. Really I'm the worst one you can have. Maybe I don't hate me maybe I do. But I definitely hate the pain I cause. I hope none of you did anything bad enough in your other life to have a kid like me in the future.
(: i'm a liar. i cry even more then i did in primary. (:
I learnt that in society and culture on Friday, so it's not a totally useless subject.
Friends. Friends, friends FRIENDS. Who are your friends? Do you trust your friends? What is a friend? Do you believe your better off alone, as I sometimes do? Do you, in your deepest hearts of hearts, believe your friends are real?
Sometimes I think, because of high school, people with similar interests band together. Safety in numbers, you could call it. So when we get thrown together and delve deeper within ourselves, are they friends? Sometimes I think I have no friends (laugh if you may), but I think I only have 'friends' because of how circumstances are. If I hadn't come to this school in 08', I seriously doubt I'd have the 'friends' I do now. See, circumstances. Don't get me wrong, my friends are great, they are really are (: But I'm questioning the basic fundamentals of friendship, if it really exists.
HAHA FOOD FOR THOUGHT~ Epicurus also said we need to escape materialism, and we should do this with friends.
To some extent, we use our friends. Don't deny it, no one wants to be the 'loser' or the loner in the school. Everyone wants to have friends. Like everyone wants tomorrow's new technology. Friends make us feel good, but maybe only in the sense that nobody can attack us for being a loner by having a group. Questions questions questions.
It's like a pack of wolves. Wolves travel in packs. (shocking tautology I'M SORRY.) Why?
Because they don't want to feel threatened and to protect themselves and each other. That's why. Note: Maybe that's why the bitchiest groups in school are often the most biggest? So to escape materialism in the world, if we take friends with us, we're clutching at straws. Epicurus, why did your friends make you feel good? Why did you suggest that we should never eat alone? I'm sorry, but social deprivation doesn't concern me.
Sorry Epicurus, but I believe happiness comes within ourselves. Yes there is death in the world, yes there is cruelty, sickness and unfairness in the world. I know that. Bla bla, but if I say to myself
I am happy and I am content
Then I am. No matter if I'm jailed, or in the country side running free. I am happy and I am content. I say it, I belive it, I feel it. Precisely in that order.
Freedom. Some people believe you need to escape your physical surroundings to be free. I'm sorry but you are so fucking materialistic if you think that. No you don't, okay? You sit in a quiet corner and you meditate. Do as the Buddhists do, they got it right. Doesn't matter where you are, if you focus and forget about the insignificant, then you have achieved freedom. It doesn't matter your parents are crazily strict (like mine), I am free. No one if restricting my thoughts. No one has placed a mental clamp over my brain. I am breathing. I am living. I am thinking. (:
SOO thought, huh? This is thought. Keeping it in my brain is thought. I'm so content just letting it out. This whole blog is about thought. (:
So if you read this, keep what I've offered as an opinion, in mind. Maybe in due course they'll change...maybe I'm very immature at the moment. But this is how I view the world and sense now.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:D:D
So number 1...Why am I pretending to study? Because my parents want me to study everyday. I want me to study everyday. But I can't...I'm too distracted. By msn, by life.
Numero 2: I HATE HATE HATE HATE WITH A PASSION, mufti days. *SHIVER*
I really do. I think of the jungle our school is, and I think about how one insignificant detail can throw a the opposite of a spanner in the works. Something like an extra gear to make it work faster. It's like "OMG LOOK AT HER ZOMG !!11!!!1! HER HAIR OMG WTFUCKKK !!1!HAHAHA LAUGH POINT VICTIMIZE HIDE INSECURITES ABOUTSELF".
I hate them. Everytime, it's a fucking parade. Sorry to break the harsh reality to you, but we're not celebrties. No one outside of school cares. Our school is a jungle, not just literally. What was Mr.Wooby thinking??!! We are a bunch of demure and insecure teenagers. We are going to pounce on others like lions on a dead antelope.
I am so gone tomorrow. You may see my atelopian remains being ravaged by a particually hateful lion. Male or female. Hopefully not male.
I HATE YOU MALE SPECIES. HATE YOU.
3. Yuck. How bogan do we have to be to make up the term 'mufti'. Just yuck.
4. Get him away from me. LMAO He thinks his cool and 'GNSTARR BRAAAHH!' Hahahah oh please. Close your legs and open a book!:)
5. Judgement Day. Mufti Day. What do they have in common? No more on the subject.
6. He he. WHY MR. WOOBY WHY.
*sob