Okay, so here's a story about what happened, today:

I woke up from a nightmare which had been, ironically, about Facebook. It was already 6:55am ... which meant that I was late for school.

Went to school for first two periods, which were English Ext. and English Advanced. Then we had recess and it made me kinda happy because our group was pretty much together. Then we had the grade MEETING which was boring because all we did was get notified about some database resources and received our assessment booklets and timetables. -___-"

Then, as soon as we got let out, the sailing people rushed to the bus lines because we were late. When I arrived, I soon realised that I had forgotten my sailing equipment (boardies, really chat crocs, towel). By the way, I don't know what the sports department was thinking but letting people go sailing in pouring rain? WTF?? So yeah, I got to sit out and watch Gossip Girl with Jyo while she drew really good pictures. When my friends came back from sailing, they were all soaked but pretty happy. Apparently it was an "enjoyable and different experience". Okayyy ...... so I guess I missed out on a fun time of sailing in strong winds and pouring rain, huh?

After everyone cleaned themselves and got ready to get back to school, we walked to the bus stop. Suddenly, it rained ... even harder ...

We managed to keep our sanity by not screaming TOO loudly and groan TOO much.

After school, I went with Zoe to Eastwood library. We studied our set texts VERY HARD for about 20 mins. LOL!

Then we went to Bread Top. Zoe said it was the equivalent of Easyway at Epping. Or George Street Maccas at Town Hall, if you get my drift. I guess you all aren't tb or fob enough to know. : ) Haha, I love it how my friends aren't neither of those groups.  ( :

Then it was 5. So I had to leave to Macq. Shopping Centre to catch a bus home. The bus didn't f*cking come. It was already 5:53. It was supposed to come at 5:45 and I had already waited 20 minutes. Then I got on a train to Chatswood. My dad called. Asked me where I was. He got all stressed and started raging at me for nothing. I had a lil' cry at Chatswood station (haha, your respect for me just went downnnnn.) Still raged at me about how hard it was to search up train time tables on the internet. Apparently, I had stated that I didn't know if trains from Chatswood would f*cking go to Lindfield station. (Uhh, no sh*t they would, this is the NORTH SHORE LINE FFS?) I actually meant that I wasn't sure when buses would come to Lindfield station which would go to West Killara which is where I live.

So he raged and raged and raged. All the while, I was feeling sad, sadder, then miserable. I still feel kinda miserable. He thinks I'm some immature girl. Well maybe I am, but I'm 16 ... I can get home at 7PM because of being previously at the LIBRARY studying like A TYPICAL ASIAN SMART PERSON which is whom my dad wants me to be.

Yeah, I have problems. I try to please people too much. And I'm too good at arguing with my parents. My dad later blamed it all on the State Government because of its unreliable buses. Mhmm, it's all the State Governments fault, of course. Because it's impossible to get home via another way for me. Because I'm a very unreliable daughter. Oh yeah, did I mention? He keeps saying, "Ngo yi gar ho mm hoi summ!" I'm really disappointed and sad at the moment. Yeah so no-one else is. That's right.

If you talk to MSN today, I'll probably pretend to be all normal and un-understandable. (uhh what's the word for not being understandable?) You won't tell the difference in my mood at all. : ) Which is how I want what you think of me to be. Happy all the time.


I saw Jacky Tan at Macquarie. He didn't seem to see me. I felt like testing to see if he was what I thought he was. So I texted him saying that I saw him. He asked me who I was. I told him that I was Claudia. Then he barred me. Well, boys and girls ...