Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, my favorite brother (well, seeing that he's my only brother...) picks me up from school after the basketball training. Everytime he picks me up, he grins at me and asks the same livid question: Ate, alam mo ba tong bugtong na ito? Adorable. Walang training ngayon, I ended up going to Alyssa's house! Ha! Yeah, baby. We did our Algeb and I studied Rhetorics (for A.F.S.!), and ate the yummy-fuckah chocolate covered carbohydrate that bloats up our dear sweet tummies--champorado! Then Migo picked me up. Ate, bugtong ko! Hawakan mo ang buntot ko at sisisid ako. AM I GREEN OR AM I GREEN? Biglang nagtatawa yung driver. HAHAAAAAAAAA. Uh, Migo? Ano? (Driver: Hik, hik, hik!) SANDOK! WTF! HAHAAAA. Green minded. (Driver: Tanungin mo sa Mommy mo yan, o kaya sa Daddy mo.) Lovely pick me upper since I had this incredibly sworn to evil stretch of time called the incredibly sworn to evil fucked up day dubbed July 30, 2007.

Started with Algeb (as it usually does, duh?) The pregnant teacher kept on babbling Martian words of love and affection and it took all I could offer to not scream in frustration. I was 30 seconds late with taking down notes and listening to her babbles of incoherent jungle of babbles (Read: Copying number 3, discussing number 6). I CAN'T GET ALGEB? I'm a fucked up Algebra whore! Ha. She kept on talking way past our recess time. So the pregnant teacher discussed 5 numbers in rounghly 1 minute and 25 seconds. Guiness? Ha. Shove it up her ass. May she give birth. In her defense, she was okay when we were in Grade 5 and 6, must be the hormones.

And my penguin whore Isa and I fought. I get touchy with section 3. I absolutely adore the class, and well, they're simply not adorable. I must be blind. But still, I <3> best subject to ever graze the meadows of scholastic nation. I SWEAR. By the way, Algeb is a screw up, it's bloody (Freeeeed and Geoooooorge and Snaaaaaape) easy once the pregnant teacher is out of the way. I actually got it when I looked at the HW. All I need is some SILENCE. Precious SILENCE.

Anyway, I must be off. I swore I'd be on my HW (AFS Visual Plan, Read Noli, Read World History, Algebra done with Algebra!, English research, Envi. Ed editing, Prom Docu Progress report, and nothing else edit the "classical" (I'm thinking it's really just a plain boring still life replica of some sort) painting I almost finished two weeks ago and finally lay it in for my mother to (eagerly! :D) frame.) by 7:30. It's already 7:45.

I'm losing my touch. :)