Rut.

Yeah, the boredom's back.
So big a rut am I in, I feel like literally screaming. In fact, I do. Screaming "I'mboredI'mboredI'mbored" and checking out people's reactions is good.
Freaking out those friends of mine who are on the slightly straight-laced side works too. These friends are not great advocates of the hugs that I so need. Hmph, they know not what they miss

12th grade? Is slow. One week feels like a bloody eternity, I tell ya. I just want to get this year over and done with, and I'm pretty sure the last few months will feel like being pushed through a cheese grater. Grrrh....

Causes for boredom and irritation and basic dissatisfaction are varied.....
First, the very much identified flying objects. Every single class. Pen-tops. Bits of chalk. Broken pencils, rulers, erasers, and all manner of stationery. Water bottles and their contents......all escalate in to a year-long projectile war.....Yeah, it's fun sometimes, but it tends to get on your nerves soon.
Recess is danger. Tennis balls flying around the class at a VERY high speed. Out we go. Canteen provides no chocolate whatsoever. Why me, Lord?

Chem/physics goes ok-ok. Math even better, except for my teacher's atrocious pronunciation of the word 'matrix', which we have been forced to listen to ever since school started, all through matrices and determinants.....

ED? Ha. Ha. Thanks to space shortage, our ED lab has been converted into a classroom for a few weeks, till the new auditorium+class building is ready to use. Huh.

And finally, you'd think in my final year I'd be taught English like it's supposed to be taught? I actually fell asleep in English today. My teacher is the Head of Department, you think he'd be good, but no such luck, the only words i have to describe his class......bone-dry. I actually produced a pretty cute drawing in his class today. I also read two of the lessons in the textbook (they were good stories) and yeah, I slept. huh. Right.

My internet connection is being a bitch, my facebook wall posts to Elaine refuse to post, and that's my only way of contacting the girl since she left.
Darn, I really wish I knew her better, she's so..........so much like me, and so different from all those I hang out with now.....
A pox on Facebook.
And my net connection.
This pretty good photo i took has been trying to load for over half an hour......