07 October, 2008
My legs are aching...
I am sooo glad that i'm not in MAD. I finally understand why they're all so muscular and skinny. They have survived training that's probably ten times worse than what I've just gone through. In one word, it can be described as 'torture'. And there's still tomorrow to look forward to. Joy. At this point, I pause for a moment in order to send murderous glares at those who got their first choice. Namely, Qiaoyue, Lynette, Shao, Sylvia and Vic-ki. Hmm anyone else I need to murder? I'm feeling homicidal. Dancing for six hours does that to you. So I'm ranting. Thus, the purpose of this post. For me to rant. I want to pon school tomorrow but my mother won't let me. She let's me pon normal school, but the moment I told her that I was having a dancing sabbatical, she said "you're going and that's final. It's time you learnt this." See, that's the problem with having a dance teacher-in-charge for a mother. I want to wakeboard. Stupid QY. It's not fair! The computer that allocates sabbaticals must hate me. And what's worse, the class has more guys than girls so I
have to dance the girl's part. I want to see Smint again!
I hope you are all feeling suitably sympathetic now. If you gloat some more, I WILL kill you the next time I see you. Which will probably be Thursday. Since you are all in my wing, it'll just make things easier for me. QY will just have to wait till training to die. Dancing has awoken my homicidal side. Now I know why Shao is homicidal, it's kinda fun. In a crazy-psychotic -megalomaniac-who-tortures-and-kills-people-for-his-own-amusement kind of way.
7:43 PM
