Holidayz!!!!

That's right Lindy, everyone's on holidayz cept Jason, William and Nick. I just sooo cant wait til Sunday!
6 hours of tennis and lunch together. Totalli kewl eh?
And yes Lindy.. the Italian project.
Shushy, Code and Linday, yuo guyz started or finished ne of them yet?
Btw, If your in my grade at Mpps and are visitng can u plz comment If u hav or done or decided wot to do for the Italian Project..?
Tlaking of deciding and starting the thing, Ive chosen "La Piazza Del Campo Il Polio" for my building to sketch. And a part of Botticelli's "Primavera"
Donto youo thinko itso niceo eho?

*doing*

omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. omg.

WAIT. THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT. Why isn't this font trebuchet?

I need trebuchet MS.

bah humbug.

So, onto the least important, but most important topic of the day.


Happy Birthday Code!

My birthday sucks

I hate my birthday.

I'm really sick, and I had to postpone my party until next week. Bah. And I'm here, home alone, while my mum's out getting props for my party with my nan.

And my throat hurts.

TT_TT

xx.

the ay a shushy mind works III

So, I'm again on blogger at skool. But this time, I'm in the classroom, with Bella leaning over me without any thought of personal sp and Codie hijacking the keyboa rcvbf

pssh. Code sucks. so, bella has no sense of personal space, dean is fighting over Cluedo with Shir an bella, and code just HAD to wereck their game. Wereck? - code-

Wreck.

It's a day before Code's b'day partaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

The way a shushy's mind works II

The way a shushy's mind works is this: You randomly post on blogger at skool time, when we';re supposed to be printing something when the oracy competition is happening now. pssh. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT ORACY COMPETITIONS? I on't think we're really abiding by the school's rules by going on blogger right now BUT ... yeh.

So, with Code laughing at stupid bash.org, lindy updating on her other blog, and i'm updating on this while we're supposed to be working on our project presentation, and sanji. kalana (and andrew, but who cares about him?) are deciding to play games. Nice.

hat's how a shushy's mind works. By ... breaking school rules.

Projects ...

*sigh* It's around 8 hrs before I'm supposed to get up and go to skool with my lumbering 3m wide cardobard box that has nothing on it, but let's not get onto that now. What we ARE going to go through now, is the fact that

I've spent so much time of this ... THING and it doesn't even turn out right!

No fair. I dun wanna whine. I'm just depressed. I mean, my writing for the project was good. Even better than good. Fabulous. But who ever looks at the writing>? IT'S THE PRESENTATION. And unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, MY PRESENTATION IS CRAP. Or 'kra' as Shir would say.

Gawd.

Pssh. The only thing i can say about my learning centre ... is that it is ... large. and colourful. THE END.

-endness-

Hmph, i made you happy. I updated. I need to do my scrapbook now, lemme get milk outta the fridge, then i'll spend two hours on my scrapbook ... happy?

Oh, Tay, i realised something. When you posted on your blog, you said you were talking with Jimmy, Sanji and co after the bell rang at skool and talked how much you hated Bella and Code. Why is my name not there?

- another l-o-n-g ramble for a just cause -

So, you, if you're supposed to come to this site, know that linday', code's and tay's blogs have been hacked. Pssh.

Omg. I feel so sorry for Sanji. BUT IT'S THEIR FUCKING FAULT. I mean, all because of 'Joseph' everybody ... well, Sanji, Kalana (kal, as Mrs. F calls him) and Jimmy have been pestering me and my friends for my blog address. Realising they can't get mine, they got the others.

_____________________________________________________________________

Today was Gold Award Lunch. And you know what, Mrs Faulkner talked with my mum ... finally. And you know what she says? That I, Jiye Kim, usually called Shushy (no, she didn't say that bit) say i have too much interest in the boys that I take my hats, and at such an early age, i shouldn't care so much about them. And that I tease the boys too much, and they'll hate me if i don't stop it.

-here we go again-

What do you know? I'm getting angry at something that happened aaages ago, but they're the ones that teased and bullied (ouch, fierce word) me, and code, and Mrs. F just goes, 'oh, it's Jiye's fault that they tease her' ha! Don't say anything without knowing man.

I'M SOOO FRUSTRATED.

I've always had a feeling Mrs. Faulkner thought something about me that made her not like me as much as some others ... BUT OMG. So mum, being a great mother, said i had sometimes cried saying i don't want to go to skool sometimes this yr, but Mrs. Faulkner just said i shouldn't tease the boys. Then, mum wrecked it by saying that i cried coz they teased me I had red gloves on. MUUUUUUUUUUUUUM, I NEVER CRIED BECAUSE OF THAT, and now Mrs. Faulkner REALLY thinks I'm weird,.

Oh, she also said this. That getting teased is good for my learning not to listen to them. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! Does that mean that I have to live through the fact that ... okay, i'll stop. And the fact that she never really thinks what i say is completely right ... If she asks me about why i don't wanna come to skool, I'm telling her the truth

That's it.

I don't want the only teacher i thought was cool thinking i'm an idiot.

Look on the brighter side! In 5 days, it's code's b'day! Not that i care ... but it's a partaaaaaay!~ Who cares about Code anyway? XDDDDD

*sigh*

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiining

I wanna whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. About everything.
My box is toooooo large. 1.45 m tall, and 4m width. how am i gonna take it to skooooooooooooooooooooooool. Also, there's that fact that my font, i used 9 so it's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny and you can't read it on my box. YOu can only read the headings.

I'm diiiiiiiiiiiiiisraaaaaaaaaaaaught. Let me whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

You know what a fishmonger is btw?

Eh.

Why did they have to find our other blogs? And now, you guys *glares at code, tay and linday* have decided to show this to public. HOW DARE YOU. Seriously, this is like ... the end of our privacy>

I had wanted a blog to look at later and laugh WITH my 11 yr old self, not for the whole world to laugh AT this blog. I'm seriously depressed. Code would be too I reckon, seeing that the guys have read some ... confidential writing's of hers?

*doing*

Yes, I'm too lazy to edit 'PBT' out of it,

I have a message for all of you dickheads who choose to insult Shushy:

LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!

You think she doesn't have enough grievances without you asses making her feel like shit, and subsequently making me feel like shit? Is that what you think? Well sor-ee Mr. 'I can't deal with a girl who's opinionated' but not all girls are like PBT and allow you to walk all over them. And, equally as surprising, this does not give you the right to try and eventually fail. OK, I don't agree with you, and I like to argue, and I like to utilize sarcasm and cynicism in all it's art forms. Leave me alone!

Go die.

xx.

I'm so cool it hurts.

Since I have nothing better to do, and no life to blog about, I'll give you some quotes (mainly from bash.org) that I find meaningful/funny.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutal weirdness and call it love. - Unknown (nice name, eh?)

Tetris is so unrealistic. - bash.org

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once. - Charles Lamb

Romance is dead - it was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece. - Lisa Simpson

Betty: Rap is missing just one letter. C
Bob: What's rapc?
Betty: Crap you idiot. You put the c on the other end.
Bob: Oh, I see.
Betty: Although you could also say it's missing an e.
Bob: wtfs erap?

- bash.org

But I only love rain because it waters the poor farmers crops and gives them life. JUST KIDDING! WHO CARES ABOUT FARMERS?! - Xiaxue

xx.

What a /nice/ little story!

Oh. My God.

The inevitable has happened.

The very foundations of my life, affected so by this class, by this life, by this change, have finally eroded. Eroded.

Let me tell you a fine little story:

One day, a girl was procrastinating by pretending to do her project by reading Saving Saddler Street when she wasn't really meant to. The truth was she would have loved to do her project, but she had no idea where to start. AHEM. So there she was finishing the book, mildly dissapointed at the ending, when she decided she shall need to get something to eat!

What a task this was, for the little girl was a very lazy being, and did not entertain the idea of having to get up after a long walk - an entire 100 metres - from the bus stop that very afternoon. However, she endured and got up to scrounge whatever food she could find and make it's way to her stomach.

And there she was, standing in the kitchen. Her mother had finished washing up and was tending to a screaming baby whose name was Piper, and the little girl put the English muffins into the toaster, then WHAM. Her hands had magically put away all the dishes, without being asked or anything. And then she took the garbage out. And then the recycling. And then the three other bins that lurk around her house.

I know, it's shocking but brace yourselves for this next part:

In half an hour the kitchen was sparkling clean - you could eat off it - and the little girl was cleaning up the lounge room, puttering about and acting like a mother hen.

You may need sunglasses to have to deal with the utter shockingness of this next part:

That little girl's name was Codie, only the laziest being in the entirely world, who is in fact so lazy that on a regular day she wouldn't have bothered to fix up a tupo such as thus! So lazy that usually she wouldn't have bothered to type up a post like this in the first place!

And wasn't that a fine little story?

Eroding, I tell you, eroding. The foundations of all of us! Eroooodiiiiing

xx.

No common sense ...

You guys have no common sense at all. If you did, you'd realise this.
The title's okay and all, if you forget the fact that
1. It's too long
2. have your grammar checked

If they already know our blog, why would they care to hack it when they can see this in plain view? And that brings me to another point, if the whole world's reading this, it wouldn't be too good as everything would have to be checked for public view.

Don't Hack.

'Cause we'll find you. And we will kill you.