Hey all.
Today was so freaking hectic. But not that bad.
Got up at four thirty to talk to Woy, seeing as I only got to talk to him for, like, ten minutes last night. Then did some or other science project that I was supposed to have done. It only took a couple of minutes anyway. Then school. The teachers had a fundraising event today. Each of them picked a student and would then enact that student with all his/her little mannerisms up on stage. The classes would hen get to ‘buy’ a teacher as the teacher was auctioned off. lol. It was hilarious.
Those sneaky grade 7’s bought our teacher right from under our feet. No-one told us that the limit was R250, otherwise we would’ve simply put in the money in the first place. But whatever. The show was hilarious. The Science teacher (the one I complain about… the one who’s always glaring at me and telling me to do my work before I help Agnes) pretended to be me. They were discussing addition in ‘class’ and (skip most of the hilarious parts, because I am too tired to type out and explain), of course, the fake me put up her hand. Her question was: “I have a question. But I am being quite serious here…. If two plus two is four, what would two times two be….?”
Which is very much the style in which my questions are usually asked. Except inolving more complex things than addition and multiplication : P
Biology was okay. I was almost falling asleep again, so (as we were discussing water supplies and E. Coli) I asked the teacher all about the possibilities of poisoning the entire country’s water supply. Seeing as, SA depends quite a lot on river-water for all those rural areas, polluting it could be quite serious.
It qould also destroy the ecosystem, kill many people, animals and plants. Which is why I wouldn’t do so. But all the same… threats involving that could be quite effective. The main problem is getting the money and being able to use it without getting caught.
With physical money, there is always the problem of the pick-up and, of course, the money could be marked. Internet banking… well… they could just alert all the banks to look out for any large sums suddenly deposited or withdrawn from the account that the money was depoisted into. Thus, the solution would be to have them deposit the money into a low-security account in some tiny bank somewhere and then get someone to hack in there and move the money into various other accounts across the world. Not as though I would know, of course. There is probably tons of major flaws in this scheme. But whatever. It kept me awake during Biology, at any rate.
I have decided that, one day, I want to adopt one of those starved little kids from Africa. Which might seem kinda ironic, seeing as I live in South Africa, but trust me, there is a huge difference. But I am being quite serious about the little kid. I mean, once I am able to do that. Those poor little kids… Hm. I do believe there is a site somewhere… when you play a certain game… for every right answer you donate 10 grains of rice to them people … go check out these sites here if you’re interested:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=6324544002
Hm. My fingertips feel weird. They’e… I dunno… the fingerprints are more pronounced than usual. I wonder why. Oh well.
I want to type something. But I can’t think of anything to say. One of the ironies of life. lol. Somewhere in the bible (can’t remember where exactly. It’s the other book by King Solomon. I don’t mean proverbs, the other one) there’s a part entitled “Ironies of Life” and me, being the bright spark that I am, went and wrote “Ha ha ha” next to it. lol. I cracked myself up at it the other night because I had forgotten that I had written it. lol.
I’ve started reading a book “Battlefield of the Mind.” It’s about sorting out your head and keeping the devil from causing problems in there. Which I could really use. I am still having random thoughts involving knives or matches every now and then. But it’s getting better now. I think, at any rate. The thing is, I just don’t know whether I’m dealing with it or whether I’m just suppressing it again. I prefer to believe that I’m dealing with it. After all, I am never going to get out of this rut if I don’t at least make an effort to be more cheerful, will I? And that is a rhetorical question. Meaning that you’re not supposed to answer it, just think about it.
Thank goodness I’m okay. I am safe and protected by Jesus’ blood. So I’m okay. I hate the fact that my friends aren’t. So maybe, at a first glance, I may be considered considerably more messed up than them. But I know that I’m going to be okay. That I’ve got Him on my side. Even though it might not feel that way. At all. I’ll still be okay. And they don’t have that. What are they going to do one day when they stand before Him and are asked what they did with their lives? Because, you see, no matter how much you achieve or what you do, it’s not perfect. And absolutely perfect is the only thing that will last. But the problem is that we can’t be absolutely perfect. Only God is perfect. And therefore, only things from Him will be able to last. Which is why we should do everything we do through Him. Otherwise it is useless. Just chaff.
ANd I hate the thought of my friends one day asking me why I didn’t freaking force them to pay more attention to this stuff. But what can I do….
Don’t answer that. I know. But just listen. It makes me feel better. Often, people asking for advice don’t need advice at all. They just want someone to listen. Well, that type of
Damn. I’m so tired. I’m gonna go sleep for like ten minutes or something and then get up and talk to Woy all night.
/me smiles
Bye for now. I’ll have some more to rant about later, of course.
Oh yeah, before I forget… my day was totally amde today. My music teacher said that my sight-reading is getting somewhere. That she can finally stop worrying so much about it. Yay!
Your Hectically Tired Sarcastic Poet
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