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Friday, March 31, 2006

The following line is from the movie 13 Going on 30:

"You can be the pot and the kettle for all you like, biatch."

Life sucks.

Sometimes you think that there is someone out there who really really understands how you feel. I've yet to find that someone.

I'm not even allowed to vote yet, and I'm already involved in more politics than I'd like to. School politics. FUCKING school politics.

Out of the few close friends I have in class, one has completely ignored me and I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA WHAT THE REASON IS, and the others are happily sticking with her.

Fine, I won't die. And so I decided, I'll just move from the 2nd row, where we all used to sit. Well, where to now? 3rd row is meant for the "cool and popular" clique. 1st row is waaay too near the board, not to mention that I'll look more nerdy. I could move to the other side of the 2nd row, but I'd rather die. Then again, I'd naturally be asphyxiated should I ever move there.

Hence the 4th row was born. (Since then the J1s keep adding tables to the 4th row. Stop shifting the furniture in C3-2, dweebs. It's not even your homeroom.) There, I'll be all alone and I'll focus on my work. (Although I think my enthusiasm for work won't last beyond a couple of weeks.)

Okay, even though the other girls are "clique-ish", in all fairness they are nice people. Once in a while I'm invited to sit at the 3rd row. Even so, I'm still not part of them. I don't think this will change. But I still sit with them in class, and in the LT. What else can I do? I don't know. I don't know.

Thank God for the choir. It's like my sanctuary, and one of the very few reasons why I go to school.

Life is sad when you're reduced to that.

Oh, and my block test grades are DFF. Bloody hell.

(Note: I rarely swear. Now you can guess my mood.)

♥ The lights faded at 8:47 pm