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Hah, I didn't update my brog on Sunday. On a scale of 1 to mad, how mad are you?  I had no idea that Howard would actually update his brog before I did. Life is full of surprises, isn't it?

So, back on topic. We never had a topic, did we? No we didn't. But that doesn't mean we don't, do we not? By not having a topic, we now have a topic of not having a topic. Funny how things work like this. Kinda like No Name brand, now copyrighted by Robraws. What is Robraws? Well, it's Loblaws, but in Chinese... geddit? Cheesy, no? Also you have no sense of humour if you laughed half-heartedly. You're also terribly stereotypical if you understood what "Robraws" meant without me explaining it. Either way, you're a terrible person. I don't even know you, and I can diagnose this.

WOOT, got my first tier 5 tank on Sunday. M4 and the 105mm cannon (or derp gun according to the WoT community) is beast. I'm basically an armoured tank destroyer. My first game with that thing resulted in 5 kills. FIVE KILLS. Friggin' Barack Obama only got one kill when he personally went to assassinate Bin Laden. Did you know his middle name is Hussein? Not to be political, or anything, but that's the same last name as a certain former Iraqi President. So, basically, Obama has a last name that rhymes with the first name of the most hunted man of the last decade, as well as the middle name of the target of a man whose name rhymes with "Beorge Gush". I guess Hussein is a pretty common name.

So this post will be extra long. Why, do you ask? Don't I have something better to do? Well, you tell me. I'm in French class right now, and we have a whole period to write two sentences. TWO sentences. My dead cat, who never existed but now does as a result of me mentioning him, can write more than that. And I'm so lazy, I'm not actually writing anything. We're split in 6 groups to do this task.

Rest of post will have no possessive words, like "the", "this", etc. LULZ did you actually think I would do that? Hah. JUST KIDDING.

Oh man, I flopped so hard on the math test. What is done is done. Dare Illi D, while we're still at it. If I'm ever going to be a philosopher, I am going to try as hard as I can to popularize that idiom.

I guess this post won't be as long as I thought it would be. Oh well.

OMG, ELEMENT 80 UPDATED HER BROG!!!

Very Exciting

WORLD OF TANKS is fun again :S Don't ask why. I dunno.

This will be rather short, since I have another blog to update, and I have homework as well.

So, where to start? Chicken tastes good. I just had it. It tastes really good. So is House. He doesn't taste good, but his show sure is good. He even cooks good, which kinda links back to the first sentence. Him and Freddiew are kinda rubbing off on me (House' cynicism, and Freddiew's rashness (is that the right word?)). I wouldn't mind having House' lack of emotion... It can come useful sometimes :D

Currently, I'm laughing while reading about "administration of drugs via the rectum". I dunno why. Maybe because of the word "rectum". Heh. I just remembered my French homework (crap), and I also remembered that I say "crap" alot. Also, "alot"'s not a word, apparently. Whatever. It will be.

Ever notice how incredibly bland this site is? It's optimized for crack users, so they can use  my site as a blank canvas while they get high. Keeps them from being too distracted.

I think I got like 50 or 60 (a quick check on facebook says "62") b-day wishes yesterday. So many replies. My creative abilities are at their limit, all because of the English WIT (crap), and Summer Film Story.

Another abrupt ending. Oops, I did it again. Get that reference? It means you're old. O_O

Ever notice how the background colour of this pag- NO, BLOGGER, I SPELLED COLOUR CORRECTLY-e is white, just like cocaine? Could be a coincidence, but it could also be fate.
So my internet's total gypsy poo right now, as a result of the Superbowl, and Lunar New Year (thank you, Juressa- NO, BLOGGER, THAT'S A NAME... AND WHAT THE HECK IS A "SAUSSURE"?- for reminding me of what the actual name was for Chinese New Year.) At the worst, I couldn't even check my emails to see if anyone's died yet. Do you know what that even means? Or how that feels? Actually, if you're Howard (HEY HOWARD), you probably do know how it feels. It's like watching the Joker slowly cutting a young puppy (LIKE BOO!), letting it bleed, and then promptly starting to choke it.... And then letting it breathe again to ensure that it's still alive. You wanna kill the damn thing, but you're tied to a chair, and your eyes are forced to watch as the puppy dies in a slow and agonizing manner. Basically, that's how it feels when I can't access my email. Volunteering today was mighty fine; got to practice my French for a bit (Il y a des blocques la si vous voulez de mettre les sur le sculpture). As a wise, Englishman involved with the adult film business once put it, "Screw the French" (translation: "Screwer les Francais). Also saw some Norwegian (or Scandinavian) people, and maybe a German guy. I didn't ask him how the weather is in Poland, however.

I had said that I'll post every Sunday. I'll do that on my other blog. I blame Howard for posting early, and forcing me to post early as well. Grrr...

Still waiting for element 80 to post on her blog ಠ_ಠ

New Blog Post

I thought I'd be only posting on Sundays. Guess that message didn't get through. So I'll keep this short, to entertain you kids.

Been playing a lot of Jetpack Joyride recently, and I'm surprised by how much I play it. It's not even been a week, and I've already reached max level. Gotta stop playing, my marks are descending into a massive hellhole of doom.

Math test was finally returned today; found out I had a raw score of around 85. Turned out to be a 6-, or a 6... Can't tell by Cooke's writing, especially since he tried to cross out one of the two numbers. I can't tell which one's legitskies. That's right, Harold, I just wrote "legitskies". Now stay mad. Also, while I was nuggetting your bag, your bag told me how soft my hands were and how much better it liked being touched by my hand than yours. We're having an affair now. Have fun with your used baggage.

This post is too long. Moar physics incoming. Bye.

Also, I do NOT write like a kid on ADHD. A kid with ADHD wouldn't be able to have the attentive lifespan to write anything at all.

edit: Hey Howard, I refuse to edit this post. kthxbai

another edit: Hey Element 80, I refuse to edit this post. kthxbai

I was told by a certain isotope of element 80 (mercury, for the chemistry illiterate) to post more. So here's some more posts.
So the reason for why I chose "crack. personified"? No reason. Why did Hitler kill a bunch of Jews? He didn't. He ordered the death of a bunch of Jews. It was the officers who committed the crime. Also quite unrelated to the post.
My personal life will be described more deeply in my other blog.... Which no one can see. Why do I use blogs? Good question. Not going to answer that. I did, however, answer that question in my other blog. See what I did there? It's called "curiosity". Now go drown yourself in the knowledge of never being able to read it.
Why shouldn't you read it? Well, to put it quite simply, it's not ready yet, if I may quote Bilbo Baggins. Hobbit was surprisingly good, considering I never really liked the LotR series... Now that I think of it, I might go back and rewatch them again. Damn Peter Jackson.

Battlefield Tree is too fun. Too bad I don't have enough ram to handle smooth gameplay for more than two matches. Might as well go get some more this summer or something.

And, all of a sudden, this blog post ended. Goodbye. Stop reading this for any clues for my actual blog.
I said bye. Why are you still reading this?

First day of school

First Day of School

On Tuesday, September the 6th, I returned back to Colonel By Secondary School. After a long summer holiday, which involved me going to summer school and to cadet summer camp. I woke up at 7:00, but woke up late after I decided to have an extra 5 minutes of sleep. I quickly ate breakfast, and I prepared my backpack. On the way to the bus stop, I saw a bus drive by, and so I ran to try to catch it, only to see another bus appear. I took this bus instead, but I still barely caught it. After a thirty minute bus ride, I arrived at Hurdman Station, which was just in time to catch the 124 bus. This new 124 bus now arrives directly at Colonel By, instead of going turning early and going through La Verendrye. At Hurdman, I met up with Paul and Kevin, and I saw a bunch of other people who I recognized from last year, and from previous encounters. When we got to school, we had a nice 30 minutes to chat with other kids and get up to date with them. I spent this time talking to people and checking my home room. When the bell rang, I went over to the gym, which is my home room, and I got briefed on everything that’s going to happen that day. We were told the day before that the day will be a regular school day, though all the classes that we are going to take are going to be run through on that one day. So after going to gym, Simon turned up late and then we left to our individual classes. It turns out that many of our classes are now split up, unlike the previous year when I had people who were in multiple classes with me. My first class was history, with Ms. Wallace. She seemed like a very energetic and experience teacher, however, she gave me the impression that she is going to give us alot of memorizing and homework to do. She explained the course outline, and sent us off to our next subject, which for me was French. It turns out that Eszter is in both my French and History class, kind of like last year. Other than that, there’s not much else, other than the fact that the vast majority of the people in my French class were from my old French class in grade 9. We played a game in French in which the teacher would call out a fact, and if that fact is true for us, we would take a step forward. If it wasn’t true, then we take a step back. The bell range before we had a chance to finish the game, however. Next up was science class, which took me a while to find, even though it was right there in my face. Our teacher was never a teacher, and this was his first teaching year. He was a quiet man, and was not very prepared for teaching. He had a sense of humour, however, due to his awkwardness, no one really laughed. His short speech about what to expect ended 20 minutes early, and so we had to endure an awkward 20 minute period in which he answered our questions, however awkwardly. Finally, I went with Yuang to the music portable, only to find the class full of asians, with the exception of 5 other students, who were white. Mr Crossett didn’t need to explain anything, as he has previously taught most of us already, last year. I found out later on in the class that Daniel Yang was in my class, which was awesome. It is now lunch time. I initially went around trying to look for Edward, but I couldn’t find him. Instead, I had lunch with Michael and Kingsong, and spent the rest of lunch in the library, reading up on World War 2. Lunch turned out to be very long, which was great. The bell rang, and I found out that I got put into the wrong math class. I am in academic math, instead of enriched math. This math period included a brief introduction from Mr. Virgo, and we played a game where we tried to organize ourselves alphabetically into a series of rows. This activity was an utter fail, as we only managed to get the last row and the first row organized, before dissolving into a giant mess. I noticed that Tim and Neelum were also in my class, and I asked them if their schedules were wrong too. It turns out that they voluntarily dropped pre-IB math, and I’m the only person in the class that’s not supposed to be there. So after listening to the same speech about what to expect in grade 10, we finally left to our next class. Somehow, I got into my English class first, and everyone else arrived a while later. Just about everyone was either Asian, or from my old English class. My teacher was a very interesting teacher, who initially didn’t seem that way. He had a good sense of humour, but he spoke with a bit of a monotone, making his appearance see very different from his personality. His face does not give much away from his personality, and he has a slight poker face that never smiles. He was a bit creepy because of these characteristics, but he also seemed like a charming fellow. After explaining the curriculum, and what to expect, we left again to our individual classes. There were two classes left, and it was either IB Geo, or Gym. Since gym is my homeroom, IB Geo was the next subject I went to attend. My teacher turned out to be Ms. Kennedy, which was a big surprise because I was expecting Mr. Bell to be my teacher. I was one of the last to arrive, so I found a seat near the back of the class, where Karan used to sit. Karan was already established, and Ahwon, Juliana, Alida, and Teresa were there too. Chuheng came in, and sat beside me. He got a bit mad at me because I didn’t sit closer to a hot IB1 girl. Ms. Kennedy told us the same thing that every other teacher told us. We were getting a bit weary of this, and she could easily tell. She didn’t explain much, because she knew about our condition. After constantly being spammed by Chuheng about how hot that IB1 girl looks, and how ridiculous that guy in front of us was, the class ended. My final unique class was gym. Here, the teacher, Mr. Rab, just gave us a bunch of forms and contracts for us to sign. My gym class was in conjunction with the girls’ French grade 10 pre-IB gym class. Mr. Rab told us about all the various activities that we were going to do throughout the year. All the activities sound fun, and I think I will enjoy phys ed.
Overall, I think I will enjoy my year alot, as long as my schedule doesn’t change too much.