Thoughts on my thoughts?

Today I failed and not in that IT exam I told you I was revising for last time.

With all the days to attend, I went on a day when I wasn't suppose to be at school. My mock exam schedule is tomorrow and nobody bloody informed me!

So basically this translate to

5-6 hours of precious sleep time wasted on waking up early, preparing for school and bumming around that hell hole of cranky teachers, for nothing. Sad.

So to satiate myself from boredom while I was waiting for the 12 o'clock bus to take me home, I looked into my bag or rather my man purse as how my friends would teasingly call it.

Inside were:

a bottle of water. Yes for hydration.

pens,

battery-dead mp3 (Batteries hate me. They always die when I need to use things the most.)

& then my notebook that I scribble on when I am insanely bored, sometimes and somewhere without net connection. (Because if there was any, you know you'll end up in facebook. OR porn sites.... Do I hear denial?)

Well anyhow, I saw interesting phrases written in it. I vaguely remember writing them so I was amuse. It's like reading someone else's writing for the first time.

They are very UN-SoggyCereals though.

So nuff' dilly-dallying. Here they are.

"I want to say that you are extraordinary but I can't or I won't. But it doesn't mean I don't think, every single day that you are BEST for me."

"She gasped and slowly turned around. That's when her story ended."

"I refuse to bow down to the future they anticipated for me. I'm in love with my present endeavours."

"Don't you think it's strange when... Yes." (I went "wtf" on this one myself")

Deep stuff. They scare me.

The subconscious part of my brain probably is a dark place without cornflakes and eggs. Tragic.

Till then. *scribble scribble* Bye

I Hate Things I Can't See.

Like any normal teenage boy, I watched the harry potter premiere the other day.

After about a couple of hours, I went home a sad muggle.

It's not because of the fact that the film was such a "snog fest."

It is not because the film was centered with Harry sneaking, eaves-dropping and following that BLOND whiny bloke.

And it is definitely NOT because of the group of big-mouthed arab guys behind us that keep jabbering in ARABIC while Ron is tongue-wrestling with a hormonal girl!

What made me most unappreciative of the movie is my own blonde-streaked self! I was basically watching a movie of silhouette and blurry faces. Of all the days to forget my lenses..

Sometimes life literally F***s me, and I bend for it.

Like today, I bought hair dye. All seemed good. I was excited to change up my look.

Until it turned out to be a formula for grey hair. It failed. I was back on all fours.

The moral of the story is Hermione is hot and that you should just really go to a hairdresser for your all hair desires. Be helpful, they need the cash.

Till then. I'm going to have a slumber party.

P.S.- Sorry for the saucepan. I don't have any congruent or clever photo to post. *sulk*