I bet you nobody reads this blog.

Happy Halloween, boys and girls! Tonight I'll be dressing up as 'the chem nerd'. Yes, there is a quest tomorrow that I must study for. How evil of Ms. Samji... Maybe it was an attempt for a compensation when she gave out chocolates today in class. Either that, or she's just always generous like this, and does not give a damn about making us study tonight. I don't know which one is better. ...Nah, I'm just kidding. I don't have anything against Samji.

I did my Calculus test today and I *almost* *almost* P.K-ed. It was this one big curve sketching question worth 17 marks. All was going well, and I had 15 minutes to spare when I began drawing the curve. Then I realized, crap! It doesn't connect! That '15 minutes to spare' didn't seem so long anymore and I freaked out, trying to find what went wrong. I went through everything until I got to the second last line of the second derivative... then i found out I copied a sign wrong. Aaaah!!! All that for a stupid sign! ...So i fixed it and it was fine. Wee!

Guess where I am now, in the library. New Langstaff library, oooh. It is pretty nice, much better than the old one. Next period instead of going to physics, I'm going to the Central Library to research for physics ISU. Funky, eh?

Oh, and Mr. Mathews dressed up in a tux today and looks like a penguin.

Procrasination seems to be getting worse, now that I've discovered the sheer joy of total relaxation and the abundance of sleep. There is a quiz tomorrow and I don't seem to have plans to study at all. Good luck to me then.

This week has already been long and it's only tuesday night.

I've been writing much less frequently here, due to a number of reasons. One being my addiction to a computer game, Pharaoh; another being my bed overtaking the number one priority when I enter this room. Sleep is good. Sleep is very good.

Winter is coming and I hate it. No more walks to Second Cup during forth period spare, no more chilling at the park across the street afterschool, no more getting out of bed comfy, no more lightweight clothes, no more long days, no nothing. Nothing but cold. Nothing but cold that is too cold for anything good. No good. I hate it. Long Live Summer!

Ugh, I hate going driving with my dad. It's hard to explain. It's just... bad vibe, and everyone gets upset. EEEGH. Sad that I'm gonna have to live with it for at least another year or two. Especially after I (hopefully) get my G2 in a couple weeks, my dad's not gonna care what my instructor taught me anymore. (He's very dissatisfied with her by the way) It's gonna be his way and I'm not gonna be driving his way and I'm not gonna want to drive because it's just not worth my energy. EEEEEGH. Nasty.

Not that my dad's ways are wrong, he's super careful actually. But, EEEEEGH. Bad vibe. Bad vibe. I'm off, no more thinking about this.

Twenty to one a.m. and I'm proud to say I'm finished studying for Chemistry. I wasn't sure if I would actually do it. Actually, I'm considering dropping the course. Why? ...That's a good thing for me to think about. There are many reasons to drop and many reasons not to. We'll see what happens. But for now, as long as I'm in the course, there's no half-assing anything. I want to get over 90% on tomorrow's quest.

Half-assing things frustrate me. You never know how far you should go. Like Ziploc's reusable/disposable plastic containers for example, are you supposed to reuse them or dispose them? How many times are you supposed to reuse it before you start to feel cheap, because you still haven't thrown it out? If you throw it out after using it just once or twice, would you be considered unenvironmentally friendly? Don't get me wrong, I like those containers. In fact, I use them, and without frustration too because it's been decided that I should reuse them until they break. The blue on the cover is nice. :)

Come to think of it, a 'quest' is a half-assed test, isn't it?

Omg. Ah-Yee (from 8:30), it hurts to see her cry. She's just this pure girl who's done absolutely nothing wrong. During this difficult time, she is the only one to stay strong despite her share of pain, to take care of everyone in need. Look what happens. Her two closest friends go and betray her. To add to that, they indulge in their own troubles and almost completely neglect her feelings. Yet Ah-Yee's love and support for them both stays unconditional. Just because she is capable of taking care of herself and doesn't mind sacrificing, it doesn't mean people can take advantage of it. And no matter how sorry those two are or how much they regret it, they can never make this up to Ah-Yee. Seeing her cry, I realize that she is the loneliest of them all, the one with most loss, and the most innocent.

And yes, like Ah-Yee said herself (about the betrayal): their honesty is appreciated but it's just too cruel.

The older you get, the more important time becomes--because you're running out of it. The less time you have, the more things you have to do. It's just a fact of life. However, the more things you do, the less significant they seem. What ends up happening, is that you're doing more and more increasingly petty things, in less and less time. The pressure builds because now you have even less time, and you do things even faster. The faster you do things, the more things you do, the less signficant these things seem. ...vicious cycle.

In less than twenty four hours later, here I am again. My work, of course, still undone. It's come to my attention that whenever I attempt to study (learn) physics, I tend to always start from the very beginning of the unit. Question #43 on page 201 has been done at least six times now, ever since it was first assigned--and most other questions, not even once. But I suppose it doesn't matter that I'm doing this, since #43 is still wrong. I ought to ask someone for help, or at least look at the correct solution that i might have copied off the board some time ago. It's almost 4pm. I wonder if I'll fail this test.

Now I wonder why I'm writing like this. I wonder if I'll keep it up. The style is to fit the packaging of this page, a so-called 'vibe' if you will, although I must admit I don't thoroughly enjoy this template. It entertains me well enough though, for sure. There must be a reason why I'm here. But writing about nothing in this Gus-Van-Sant-'Pink'-Chowse-interpretation style feels genuinely... funky.

'The wacked is wicked; the wicked gets whacked. Savage.' I came up with this while thinking of a name. Apparently it was too long for a title, so I put it in the description not knowing what to expect. It turned out pretty wicked, i enjoy! And I do believe there is some truth in it. Ha ha, this cracks me up, 'the wicked gets whacked'. I wanna whack somebody, somebody EViL... besides my evil self of course. As for 'bread crust for the birds', I honestly don't know what came over me. It was either that or 'bread crust isn't crusty.' Yes, I was thinking of the word crust, despite my servere crustiphobia. Okay this talk is beginning to crustify me.

Thank you very much to Terence again, who just popped up on ICQ to kick my ass knowing I'm on here. Damn, do I really procrasinate that much? Alright I'm off. Got to OOSH.

Wow! See that at the bottom left, "Comment"? Tech dude Te-len-see did it! Kicks ass doesn't it? So I wanna say Thank you thank you thank you Terence! You so very most gooder man.

So this is where procrastination from evil physics has taken me--a blogger site! This is where I'll hopefully write every once in a while, following in Darren Hayes' footsteps, keeping an online journal of some sort for the fans. Oh, that's right, Crimson Earth doesn't have fans. (Crimson Earth is an a capella duo consisting of Acca and I, if you haven't been informed already) Oh well! Who knows, maybe we will have fans someday. ...Or maybe we won't. Anyway, I hope we're all gonna enjoy this. I'll be posting again soon.

ps. Actually, if one hadn't procrastinated so much, physics wouldn't be so evil