And the incredible javoonee

O, ha. Impromptu poem. (!!!) Well, you know how I am, I write things only to be interpreted by me. You know, maybe, one hundred years from now, I'll be revered for my incomprehensible poetry that's supposed to be disected and analyzed for the meaning. Or maybe I'll be forgotten or remembered as the girl who doesn't make sense. But then again, William Shakespeare doesn't didn't really make sense. He's a genius because we analyze his poetry and we actually SEE meaning. Am I the next Shakespeare? Am I the next person to write a play full of teenage stupidity true love? I am! I am, well, the first Bianca. If I ever fail being a Shakespeare, (which, we all know, will be brought to light in 3...2...1...blast off. Bam. I am SO not gonna be the next Shakespeare. Point taken.) I'll compromise by showing you a poem by a REAL genius.

Death by John Donne

Okay, okay, I am NEVER going to be the next John Donne. He makes sense, yeah. And I don't. So I'll keep my hopes up that I can be Shakespeare. Comment not if thy valueth thy life and shall not despise to desert this ground that is thus spent as sugar from the friar's granary. AND, thou shalt not think that I do not make sense. That's only okay when I say it. Oh, fine, alright. It's fine when you say it too.

Poetry isn't my thing.

Exactly.

But...

But...

Yeah.

So we didn't have clubs today. Nuh-uh. No AFS, no rhetorics! Ha. We aren't doing rhetorics and british/asian parliament until second quarter. Beware, AFS. We had Chem and Algeb instead, because we had no classes yesterday! And last Wednesday too. Last Wednesday, storm or no storm, we wouldn't have classes. Teachers were to go to Laguna to observe some school, but wait! Were there classes? How could they have observed if there were no classes? Weird. So, anyway, everyone ended up without classes for two days, and yesterday felt like Sunday that when Tep arrived (unannounced, and I love Tep for saving me from dire boredom!!!), I was rushing so that we'll be done by the time we are to go to mass. But it was a Thursday. No mass, just TV. We watched the replay of the DLSU-ADMU game, because games were CANCELLED! My, my? Well.

And today, we went back to school, and tomorrow, we won't! Lovely do, Lovey doey. I'm gonna have painting! Then study for the shut-up-and-work subject a.k.a. the subject taught by the pregnant teacher. By the way, Algebra is HARD. (Positive attitude, positive attitude!) Algebra is easy. It's one thing to have positive attitude, but it's another to be a liar. So okay, Algebra is hard. *breath in* *breathed in* And well, Geometry test was cancelled today and we'll have it on Monday instead, together with Algebra. Is that torture or is that torture? None of the above. It's a crime. But we will manage. See? A positive attitude is not so bad.

Oh! And we cooked pineapple jam. IT WAS VERY YUMMY. Delicioso! Want some? Call me. *stucks out tongue* Bleh. Sure, you can have some. Come over! And, wait. But no! My stomach is rebelling! It's churning. It. Is. Not. The. Jam. Neither. Is. It. The. LASAGNA. Noooooo! Noooo! It's the, uh, water! Yeah. The water makes my stomach churn.

Guess what else happened today?

Yeah?

We did our monologo! Minus project. Ha. =)) We're do-o-one! Isa and Reich were with me. Isa was Tyago, Reich was Damaso, and I was Tasyo. Some person apparently sold balots according to a certain polygon teacher. Oh well. I merely shouted, but, but, I didn't get to do a variety of things! (!!) Boo. && I will do better next monologue. I suh-fucking-wear! Oh, right? Yeah. Bye, baby. Babies. My baby is Dimpong Charisse. ;) And I'm her Mommy.

PS! Maan ni Ryan! Congratulations to your Ryan for being one of the finalists for the NU contest! Hihi! :-* is in the air.

PPS! Happy Birthday Go, Richela, Mich, and Pau yester-yesterday! (08-08-07), and Bo yesterday (08-09-07) and An-duh-reeew tomo-tomorrow (08-12-07). And all the other celebrants I failed to mention! :) Like my Granmama (08-05-07)

Bee's off? Yeah, you bet! I'm FREE TONIGHT! I'm going to REST. :>