SCHIEBE! DAS IST EINE KATASTROPHE UND IST NICHT SO GUT. Das ist so dumm und blod weil meinen Erwartungen nicht entsprechen.
Okay, sorry. I rant in german. Yes, the day of reckoning came and went. And now my heart is troubled. My SLs were all right, but my HLs were really quite messed up. Especially math. I am now contemplating swapping HL math with SL history - but that means 1) I have to cover Hitler and Mussolini and Mao in 10 weeks before EOYs 2) I am closing a few doors by dropping HL math 3)I don't know whether I will do as well in HL History as I'm doing in SL. 5) Should I talk to Ms Chock during school on Monday so that I can make the switch asap? Because I have HL2 (Math) and SL1 (History) on Monday and Tuesday respectively- and both on Wednesday.
What should I do, Oh Lord. LIKE A BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Never, forsake you.
Royston's inspirational song - "For God is too wise to be mistaken, God is too good to be unkind, And if you don't understand and you don't see His plan, And you can't trace His hand, trust His heart."
Hey, I'm finally back. You know, so many things have happened so quickly in the recent weeks, so much so that it has all been a blur. One day, my mind was once again idling on green pastures with adorable fluffy lambchops that flounced about the meadow, and I thought about the guy who hosts The Planet's Funniest Animals show.
Yes. That's what goes on in my mind.
I'm sure all of you have watched the show on TV Mobile at one point or another and wished you could just switch it off, but come to a sudden realisation that the only means was to rip the TV off it's supporting stand and hurl it through the glass windows of the SBS bus. Which might result to you landing up in IMH, like Mavis Hee (but that's a story for another time). Not a very wise move.
So, anyway, since we have all come to a common consensus that it is an absolutely rubbishified show, which showcases orang utans and ducks doing normal stuff, but with funny background music, such as that of a pongo stick, and canned laughter which plays every 5 seconds, we shall move on to the host. I think he's really sad. I mean, he smiles whenever he says the lines to the camera, and he enthuses whenever he intones the narration, but I can just SEE the sadness in his eyes. I mean, it's such a pain to be working on a show where you know that nobody but perverse retiries or hapless busriders watch it, but you're in it just cos the pay's good.
Isn't that always the case?
I mean, can you imagine this scenario when he, let's call him Matt - he looks like a sweet boy. Matt is at a party, trying to hook up with a girl - Cecilia.
Matt: Hey, (using the classic RI pick up line) is your dad a baker?
Cecilia: Uh, no.
Matt: Well, then how come you got such hot buns?
Cecilia: (offended) WHAT?
Matt: (senses animal danger) Eh, by the way, I work in television.
Cecilia: (all is forgiven) Oh, really?! I loooooove television. I mean, it uses electricity! Which is like the greatest invention of that cookie guy - Graham, right?
Matt: Uh. No, but yes. Television is cool.
Cecilia: So what show? OMG, don't tell me. You're like the blonde version of the gardener on Desperate Housewives!
Matt: Uh, no...I work with a sitcom - comedy, sort of thing.
Cecilia: Oh, wow. (stares dreamily into his eyes) I like my men with a sense of humour.
Matt: Thank you.
Saboh Guy: Hey Matt! How's Planet's Funniest Animals coming about?
Cecilia: Oh, ew. What a title. What's that?
Saboh: Oh it's the show Matt works on. You didn't know?
Cecilia: Oh. oh. right. Bye then.
Okay, that was random. More next time!
Cheryl. aka Chers, Sim, Simster. 6th September 1989. Je suis enfant de Dieu. Child of Jehovah. BRMC Shineforth. Loves cathartic movies, books, musik, shopping, swimming, and jumping about crazily in the safe abode of my home. Enjoys flowers, cold weather, rainy days, long telephone conversations, wee hours of the morning, ice cold latte with whipped cream and a cookie on the side, meeting new people, church-going and my friends.